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Home Bound
Summary: You're finally "visiting" your parents after 5 years of not coming home, and you run into a certain someone you forgot is living next door.
Genre: fluff, also angsty
Pairing: neighbor!Joel Miller x female reader
Disclaimer: Joel is a contractor in his 40s, your dad is retired in his 60s, your age is not specified, but in my head it's about 27 up.
warnings: none
Masterlist
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5 years ago...
"You should get out there and chase your dreams."
"Yeah right," You snort. "Like I have them."
"Yes, you do," Joel says, "What about creating your own business? You always said you want one of your own."
You sigh. "I do, but I don't even know what business that will be. I'm just not an entrepreneur, I can't do it."
He frowns, caressing your hair. "So what are you gonna do? Stay here and mope around?"
"I'll figure it out eventually. And don't say that, that's mean."
He smiles and starts leaving kisses down your neck. "Sorry sweetheart. Let me make it up to you."
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"There she is!" Your dad welcomes you with open arms. "How is my little girl?"
You hug him back and chuckle, "Hi dad."
"Oh she's not so little anymore." Your mom swats your dad away and hugs you. "Have you eaten at all? You must be hungry from your flight."
"No, mom, I'm okay."
"Sorry we couldn't pick you up," Your dad helps you with your luggages, "Your mother here forgot she invited like 50 people for a random gathering so she's been working her ass off cooking all day- Wow, did you bring home your entire apartment or something?"
"50 people?" You take your luggages from him, ignoring his comment. "Why? Are we celebrating something?"
Your mom sighs and shakes her head. "Your father is overreacting. I just invited a few friends over because I can....and our neighbor, Joel."
"Our neighbor-"
"Knock knock," A familiar voice makes its way into your house with a bottle of wine, whiskey, and pie in his hands. "Thought I'd come in early to help you out with-"
"Joel."
You're a little glad he hasn't changed since you last saw him. His hair is still the same, he kept his scruff, and he still has that worn-out shirt you used to wear after he fucked you out of your mind.
He's staring back at you with the same look. Longing and wanting nothing more than to devour each other, but knowing it shouldn't happen. You feel betrayed by what he did, and he feels guilty for pushing you away.
"Joel! So nice of you to come and help out." Your dad pats his back. Joel has always been close to your dad, he likes to help out with fixing your dad's car, lifting anything heavy, anything really.
"Sorry," Joel says, "I didn't realize you were uh- you-"
"Nonsense, you're welcome at any time. You remember my daughter," your dad motions at you who's standing behind him. "Remember Joel, honey? He drove you to the college dance when I couldn't."
"Of course, I remember, dad." You smile. He also fucked me in the back of his car after that.
And if it wasn't clear before, your dad has no idea you used to have a thing with Joel. Your dad leaves for the kitchen with the things Joel brought over, and that leaves you with him by the door.
It was awkward.
You don't want to leave him just like that, because part of you does still long to hug him, kiss him, and just take him then and there, but you wonder if he still feels the same.
Isn't it kind of pathetic to still feel the same after three years? After he shut you out of his life and pushed you away the way he did? You're still incredibly hurt by it even though you know he thought he was doing what was best for you.
"I uh," Joel wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. "I didn't know you were coming home."
You hum. What, were you going to avoid me if you knew? You bite back your rhetorical question when your mom calls for Joel from the kitchen. You take that as a chance to slip away into your bedroom and shower. A cold one is much needed.
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5 years ago...
"Why don't you apply to that job you've been talking about so much?"
You furrow your brows. "The one in New York?"
"Yeah, the high payin' job?"
"It's in New York."
"So?"
"So?" You repeat him and chuckle. "I can't go to New York."
"Why not? You'll get plenty of experience, you can live out your 20s, you know. Have fun and all that."
You frown. "If I'm reading this right, it sounds like you want me to go to New York. Or anywhere else for that matter."
"Look, sweetheart," He takes a deep breath. "I'm in my 40s, my life is good here. I've got a good job, it's what I want to do.. All I'm saying is, it took me some time to find my passion, so you should get out there and figure that out for yourself."
"Why are you so sure that my life is out there? What if it's here? In Austin? With you?"
"And what if it's not?" Joel's voice raised a little. "Sweetheart, I can't be the reason you're not living your best life. I don't ever want to hold you back like that."
You're trying to hold your tears back. "You're not, Joel. This is my choice, I want to stay in Austin-"
"You're going to New York." He says sternly with his eyes closed. "And whatever we have now ends here."
"Wait, what?"
He grabs his keys from the table, gets up, and leaves the cafe. That's about the last time you ever saw Joel because he kept avoiding you after that. And of course, you left for New York.
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You slip on your maroon dress, modest enough for a family (and now friends) dinner, and prepare yourself to go down and greet the guests.
Maybe you can fake being sick after the flight, but it's gonna be another problem because your parents are gonna give you shit about that. Plus, you do kind of want to see Joel.
You mainly want him to see you in the dress you're wearing.
As you're going down the stairs, you pause as you hear chatter and laughter from Joel. Wait, what if Joel's seeing someone? You hadn't taken that into consideration. What if he has a girlfriend, or even a wife and a baby? What if he's managed to build an entire family in the past 5 years and all you've been doing during that time is.. mope around, having meaningless relationships while thinking about him, and how much you miss but hate him at the same time?
Your shoulders slump. He probably doesn't feel the same. How can he feel the same? It's been 5 years, grow up and get a grip. You've just been delusional all this time.
Your mother spots you sitting on the staircase and smiles fondly. "Honey, you feeling alright?"
You hum. "Just... stress."
"Aw," she coos, sitting next to you and handing you her glass of wine. "I'm so proud of you, you know. Getting that big job in New York and going there all by yourself, must've been so scary. I would've been too scared and gone straight home."
You smile bitterly. That's another secret you haven't told anyone yet. You actually quit your job a few months ago and have been working and taking barista classes at the cafe by your old apartment. You brought a few suitcases for a week's worth of visit because you're.. not actually visiting. You haven't told your parents that you're moving back in to open a cafe with the cafe owner in New York.
"Oh what would I do to just keep you here for a little longer." She pinches your nose. "Come on, you should meet new friends we've made over the years."
Your mom pulls you into the kitchen and you can see Joel in your backyard, talking to your dad, and a couple other people, standing real close to a woman. Your grip on that wine glass tightens.
A few hours into the party, you're finally alone in the living room while the rest of the people are watching fireworks from the backyard. Sighing, you start pouring yourself another glass of wine.
Someone clears their throat behind you, and once you see it's Joel, you pour more wine into your glass.
"So, uh, how've you been?"
Miserable. "Great. You?"
"That's good to hear. Yeah, I'm.. I'm doin' okay. Gettin' old." He tries to crack a joke but straightens his face when he sees you're not smiling.
"How's the job in New York?"
"Let's not do this." You sigh. "Let's just.. not."
You stand up to leave through the front door, but he stops you before you can make it. "Wait, sweetheart-"
"Don't-" you turn to point at him but put your finger down. "You don't get to call me that."
Joel's eyes soften. "I know. 'M sorry. I just.. seeing you after all these years, it's good seeing you living your life out there."
You scoff. Deep down you know Joel was right 5 years ago. You know you had to go to New York to figure out who you are -- you still are trying to. You had to go out of your comfort zone and be adventurous because you wouldn't be here if that didn't happen.
That doesn't mean that you enjoyed the ride.
5 years of living in New York was lonely because you were alone. Tried to make friends but no one really stuck and you were always so busy with that big job that you barely had time to do anything else. Which is also why you quit and decided to open a cafe. It may not be as high-paying as the office job, but at least you enjoy it.
You know Joel's right, you just hate how easily he ended things with you and made you feel like you're not worth fighting for.
Walking out to the front where no one's around, you sit on the railing facing Joel, he's standing right in front of you, almost between your legs.
"I quit my job." You confess, looking down at your glass of wine.
You don't dare look at Joel. You can't face the disappointment in his eyes. "That big paying job sounds real nice from the outside, but I've been miserable since I left this place."
Joel doesn't say anything.
"I know, you're probably disappointed in me. You, my parents... you're all rooting for me to be successful there, but it's just not for me." You say. "I don't even know why I'm explaining all this to you."
"I'm sorry." He finally says. "I pushed you to go there. Thought I knew what was best for you."
You offered him half a smile, shrugging. "It had to happen. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have left Austin and wouldn't have learned what I know now."
Joel nods slowly. "Told your parents yet?"
You sigh. "Not yet. I'm not sure how to. They were so excited when I got that job... and now I'm moving back in as an adult. It's embarrassing."
"Lots of people move back in with their parents." Joel tries to lighten the mood. "Plus, you worked there for 5 years. That's a long time-- maybe too long, even."
"Yeah, but- whoa!" You almost fell while trying to adjust your sitting position on the railing. Joel catches you by holding your back, his arms now around you.
You can smell his cologne. He's been using the same brand for years, and sometimes you like to even go to the shop and smell it just to get a whiff of him.
"Careful." He whispers, eyes staring at you but it sounds like he's talking to himself.
Your hands rest on his chest and you can feel how fast his heart is beating. "I-" You stop yourself, unsure if you should confess your feelings. He hurt you once, and though he did it for your best interest, you're hesitant because who's not afraid of getting hurt?
"Joel, I-" You pause again.
He brings his hand to cup your face and kisses you, ignoring the thoughts screaming in his head that he doesn't deserve you.
You curl your fingers around his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.
Eventually, you both have to pull away from each other, and it gets quiet again. You know Joel's not the type to talk about his feelings, but you're honestly too scared to talk about--
"I love you." He says before placing your head to rest on his chest so you don't look at him. "I was real stupid for pushing you away all those years ago. You were.. you are the best thing that's ever happened to me."
You try to look up at him but he only pushes you even further onto his chest. "I'm not done."
A chuckle escapes your lips.
"I love you, and I'm gonna be a selfish prick again and ask you," he takes a deep breath, "Do you want to get coffee sometime?"
You slowly nod against his chest and smile. "Just don't leave me in the middle of the cafe."
He chuckles and pinches you for that jab. "S'alright. We can have coffee at my place."
You punch him playfully.
"Joking, joking." He defends.
"Joel, let's take it slow this time." You say. "I don't want to be just a fling."
He lifts your head up and smiles at you. "Oh sweetheart. You were never a fling to me. Never have been, never will."
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a/n: kinda wanna write how reader and joel met now..
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call it fate, call it carmen pt. 2 - c. berzatto
summary: carmy gives a small tour of the neighborhood to the pretty girl he met in the cafe, they realize they could get used to eachother.
pairing: carmen berzatto x fem! teacher! reader
word count: 2,657
note: carmy talking about mikey, cursing, a lot of describing food and restaurants in chicago! not really proofread, excuse any mistakes pls. could be read as a stand alone but you can read part one here! read part 3 here!
thursday afternoon -
The only thing anyone could hear was the sound of second graders screaming, the music you had put on was drowned out by them yelling your name and playing around the large art classroom. Some of them were running up to you with their finished drawings, wanting to show you the finished pieces. You checked the clock, fifteen minutes until three, fifteen minutes until you were free from the kids screaming, and fifteen minutes until you could see Carmy again.
The last time you saw him was at The Beef, when he had given you his number and a free dinner. One of the most delicious dinners you had the pleasure of eating in an extremely long time. You couldn't stop thinking about it. And you couldn't stop thinking about him, he was pretty, and even that was an understatement.
You were pulled out of your thoughts of the talented chef by a tug on your pants, looking down a little girl was holding a painting up above her head trying to show it to you and get your attention.
"Miss, I tried to paint the Mona Lisa." You had taught the class about some famous artworks today, and they were tasked with the job of recreating their favorite one.
"Well Iris, that is a beautiful version of the Mona Lisa!" You smiled, taking the painting out of her outstretched hands, crouching down to her eye level. "You know, I think I like it better than the original. I'm going to hang it on our wall if that is alright with you."
Iris's eyes lit up, "Oh, yes Miss I'm so excited!" She giggled and went to sit back down at her assigned seat in the classroom. Proud to tell her classmates she was getting her art hung up on the wall.
You checked the time again, ten minutes to three. The student's teacher would be coming soon to pick them up and get them out of the art room. You clapped twice, a sign the students needed to stop and listen, instructing them to clean up any of the supplies they were using, the classroom got quiet. The only sounds were the pitter patter of feet and the students putting away their pencils, paper, and pushing in their chairs to line up. Their teacher was at the door waiting and you gave her the sheet detailing what the students did in art class to give to the parents. As the students filed out of the room you were met with many cheery goodbyes and well wishes to have a good rest of the day. Waving to the students, you closed the door and took a breath, looking around the classroom.
There was a soft buzz that came from your desk, situated by a tall window filled with small stained glass projects some of your older students had completed. You made your way to the desk, relaxing into your plush chair and picking up your phone,
from: carmen
'hey, headed out of the restaurant. meet you in front of school at 3'
A smile blossomed on your face, excited to see what exactly the man had in store for the day ahead of you. Neither of you had really specified if this was exactly what someone might call a date, but it might as well be. After that sunday night, you had called the blue eyed chef every night since then, telling him about your day and the new restaurants or cafes you had tried. Some good, some bad, but none hit the spot like that lucious slice of chocolate cake you had eaten almost a week prior from Carmy's kitchen. He had told you a pastry chef named Marcus made it, and you told him that you would have to meet the man who makes the sinful slice of cake.
With both of your schedules being so demanding, there was never a spare moment for him to do as he promised and show you around the city. The two of you finally settled on a calm thursday afternoon, blocking out the whole night and dedicating it to the man you just couldn't wait to see again.
The school bell ringing over the loudspeakers alerted you that three had finally come and you could get out of the school and breath in the crisp winter air. You put on your puffy coat, one you had had for years after going to college on the east coast, you needed all the warmth you could get. The bag you brought with you to school had not been the typical one you usually had, knowing you would be going out with Carmy that night. You opted for a simple tote with your trusty sketchbook and pencil, and any other essentials you might need to use at any time in the upcoming evening.
Turning off all the lights, and locking your classroom door, you were met with the screams and giggles of the elementary students who were leaving the school to go home. They were just as excited as you were. You followed the crowd, exiting through the front steps of the school you heard your name being called by a soft child's voice. You looked up and saw Iris, pulling an adult who looked just like her, you assumed it was her parent. Iris caught up with you, letting go of her parents hand and hugging your leg,
"I just wanted to say goodbye to you Miss, I had such a fun time in art class today I am so excited to show my parents what I did in class!" She let go and looked up at you with a toothy grin.
Smiling at her parent then glancing back down at the little girl you remarked. "Well Iris I am just as excited that you had such a fun time in class, I can't wait to see you again next thursday." You waved goodbye to the little girl and turned around to see Carmy. Lounging on the stone fence next to the school, with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding a crinkled up brown takeout bag. He was wearing a wool checkered jacket and black work pants, with his signature Boston Birkenstocks (not his work shoes, but the ones he bought for everyday wear after he saw Fak wearing them one family holiday). As he looked up from the sidewalk he caught your eyes and you could feel your face get warm, you couldn't believe you had just met the man less than a week before. It seemed like fate, starting your new job and moving into the city, happening to stumble across this brilliant chef you still had so much to learn about.
You walked over to where he was standing and he stood up to his full height, holding out the brown paper bag, "I thought we could start at the park, nobody will be there cause of the cold." He shuffled his feet scanning your figure as your stopped in front of him.
"Yeah. Yeah that would be great Carmen" You smiled grabbing the bag from his outstretched hand, "What's in here?"
"Um it's from this cafe just around the corner on West Oak, Doma. It's a uh, Croatian Cafe" He rubbed the back of his neck, seemingly anxious to tell you about whatever might be inside the bag. "They opened around 2020 and have some really cool food. I um- I know the owners, got a chocolate croissant and baklava. They're some of my favorite pastries in the city." You opened the bag, smelling the sweet butter and honey that was combining from the two pastries, still warm, insulated from the cold in the bag.
You closed the bag, holding it by your side, "They smell heavenly, do you wanna walk to the park?"
He nodded and turned around, toward one of the many parks in River North. You thought for a second and decided to loop your arm through his own still in his coat pocket. He didn't seem to be expecting any physical touch, flinching before relaxing into your touch. He looked looked at you with a relaxed smile then started walking.
It was a beautiful snowy day, the night before there had been flurries of snow, leaving a blanket of white across the city. You could see your breath in front of you as you exhaled, "So, tell me a little bit about Chicago, have you been here long?"
He nodded, you could see the gold of the chain hidden in his shirt peeking out against his smooth skin, "I was uh, I was born here, yeah. When I was around 19, I moved out to New York, worked in a ton of restaurants there tryin to uh, sorta work my way up." He paused as you came up to a corner, and hit the arrow to cross the street. The walk sign flashed on the street corner. You looked both ways on the street and kept walking.
"Eventually, I got to this place called Eleven Madison Park. That was when um, I got my award. But uh, that's around the same time Mikey, my brother he was an addict, killed himself." He took a deep breath as the two of you walked into the park and found a picnic bench free of snow, under a small covered area. You both sat down, you across from Carmy, and opened the bag with the pastries, placing them on the table in front of you.
"Oh god Carmen, I had no idea, Jesus." You were shocked, you had never expected for him to open up to you so quickly. He picked up the chocolate croissant and took a bite shrugging, "You don't have to call me Carmen you know, everyone calls me Carmy." He looked to you expectantly, waiting for a response.
"I like it, it makes you sound more mature," you met his gaze, softly smiling as he shook his head and laughed. "I can't believe you, ya know, calling me by my legal name just because you think it seems more mature." You shrugged, taking the croissant from his hands and bringing it to your lips. You could smell the sweet chocolate and see the delicate lamination throughout the pastry. You bit into it and knew that Carmy knew what he was doing. He hadn't even made this but it was delicious, and if he had a good taste for food, his food must be even more delicious. Thinking back to the dinner he had given you, there was no question he was a master in his craft. He watched as you melted into the pastry, looking at him with eyes full of adoration for him and the croissant you had just taken a bite of.
"You like it huh," You nod and moan out a yes, "Knew you would, now you gotta try this baklava."
He offered up the fork he had gotten a bite of the desert on for you to taste, he brought it up to your mouth and nudged it to your lips. They seemed to open on command as he brought the pastry into your mouth. You closed your lips around the fork, taking the flavors of the pastry in as he pulled the fork from your lips.
"Fuck me Carmen" You couldn't contain yourself, it was mouth wateringly delicious. It was probably the best desert you had ever put into your mouth, apart from the chocolate cake you had that past sunday night. "Jesus how did you even save any while you were waiting for me? That was fucking amazing." He was beaming, proud you loved the desert so much. This was his love language, food, the one thing in his life he could have some control over. He had been waiting for this night since the second you texted him about taking you on a tour of the city. He thought the food tour would be the best. It was such a simple gesture, him picking out these restaurants for the two of you to try and experience together, but it meant everything to him and soon he hoped it would mean everything to you.
"I'm officially impressed, I don't think anything could top this. How the hell are you going to top this Carmen?" He glanced up at you through his thick lashes, "You know, I'm not too sure."
He took another bite of the croissant, "That was the best reaction to a pastry I've ever seen. I'm intrigued to see what you think of the rest of the places tonight."
"Well if they are even close to being as good as this, I can tell you that I'm going to go home very satisfied tonight." Taking the last bite of the baklava and putting your trash into the brown paper bag, you watched as Carmy pulled out his phone. He was looking at a list in his notes app, you tried to sneak a peak but he pulled the screen just out of your vision. He wanted to keep the next stops a surprise.
"Alright," He met your gaze, "Do you want to do appetizers or drinks first?" You contemplated the question, knowing that it would be better if you ate some more before you had any drinks. That's the best way to keep yourself clear minded around the handsome chef, you didn't need any slips of the tongue embarrassing you in front of him.
"Hmm, appetizers?" You were unsure of your answer but he nodded, making your choice seem like a good one. Standing up he grabbed the remains of your pastries, throwing them into the brown takeout bag, and tossing the whole thing into the trash. You stood in quick succession with him. Knowing he wanted to get going so the two of you could continue with the night he planned so meticulously. As you stood up next to him, he outstretched his tattooed hand, implying he wanted you to take it.
You flushed, realizing his intentions, and slipped your cold fingers into his. His grip was firm, but kind, the two of your hands slotting together perfectly. You shot him a smile, he returned it and started walking onto the sidewalk, pulling you along with him. Your joined hands were creating a perfect amount of warmth that shot straight into your stomach, making you feel fuzzy inside. You could walk around this city forever with him, he just had this aura around him, making everything feel so warm.
The two of you walked through the streets, making your way to the next stop on his mini food tour of River North. He told you all about his siblings, taking over the restaurant, and learning about all the chefs who worked in The Beef. You could tell that he cared so deeply for his craft and for each and every person he surrounded himself with. You told him about your move to the city, why you came here, moving out of your hometown had been hard, but you think you found a quiet sense of home in this large city. You didn't mention that he was that quiet sense of home, but he didn't need to know that. It took about ten minutes to get to the next stop, Carmy stopping suddenly and dropping your hand.
Looking to your left, you saw a large line of people waiting to enter a restaurant on a street corner, illuminated with warm lights hanging from the ceiling, and intricate architecture. Carmy walked up to the host, standing at the door letting people in, had a short conversation, then turned back to you. He lifted his hand for you to take, leading you into the restaurant. You were met with a burst of warmth and the smell of bone broth overwhelming you.
This was going to be an amazing night.
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another note: i hope you guys enjoy this little mini series, i'm just doing it for some fun! i would totally recommend trying some of these places if you are from chicago or happen to be going there for any reason. they all are so amazing! i'm going to write at least one more part for this to just wrap it up! thank u all ♡ .
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a gift
in which y/n compliments about draco's rings, and your lovely writer c gives you nostalgia
paring: d.m. and y.n.
warings: none
a/n: dracotok 2020 y'all🤧 also there's only about like three mentions of 'her' in here so this can really be read by any gender and any house since i never specified <3
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(creds to gif owner)
IT WAS ANOTHER normal day in hogwarts, some owls flying around, students in classes and a busy day for the students in potions.
slughorn was currently paring everyone into two groups, y/n was looking around and as slughorn called people into groups the more she realized she was going to end up being paired up with the slytherin prince, draco malfoy.
" ms. l/n you're with...mr. malfoy. you can get all set up over there at the corner near the ingredients, which can be found at page 112 " both draco and y/n nodded and headed over there, as they put their things down they were both flipping to the page slughorn told them to go to, y/n noticed the slytherin ring on draco's finger.
as they get to the page draco grabs the ingredients and heads back to the table, looking over the instructions with his finger to guide him y/n found herself drawn to the ring, how it was simple and silver but the ring with the snake on the top is what caught her eye. draco starts to chop up the ingredients and put them in the cauldron.
" hey i like your rings, they're very pretty, especially that snake one. " y/n tells draco, knowing draco hasn't been the talkative type this year and he seemed to focused on the potion she wasn't really expecting a rep-
" thanks..it's a family heirloom. "
" yeah..they suit you a lot. "
after that no one said anything else as they focused on their potion, to their luck they made it correctly and was able to get dismissed early. "i'll see you later, draco. bye!" y/n gives him a small wave before walking with her friends, ron, harry and hermione, who have also been dismissed early.
- in the great hall -
y/n and her friends were talking about the quidditch match comming up when hermione asked y/n a question.
" y/n, what were you and malfoy talking about earlier in potions? "
" oh, nothing really. just told him his rings were nice, why? "
harry chimes into their little conversation.
" nothing it's just that..we're a little suspicious of malfoy and we just wanted to make sure you were alright. "
y/n looks at harry. " look, i know your suspicious of him but i mean he is my potions partner, and plus i think i can sort that out for myself, thanks. "
before anyone can say anything else, y/n's owl comes flying into the great hall and lands gracefully onto their table, dropping a letter onto her hands.
" blimey y/n, a letter? this late? " ron says confused. to be fair, it was only lunch time but y/n did find it odd that someone gave her a letter. she opens it up and picks up the letter inside of it.
something drops out of the letter and makes a clink noise, y/n and her friends look down at the table to find a ring on a necklace. y/n reads the note after looking at the ring,
" i noticed how much you were looking at my ring earlier. it seemed like you were really interested in it so i decided to give it to you, i placed it onto a necklace cause i know this ring won't fit you, i hope you like it, darling.
p.s. study session, library after school. "
y/n could feel a smile grow on her lips, she puts the letter down and starts to put on the necklace. " a necklace? who's it from?" hermione asks the slightly flushed girl.
" i- i don't know.."
y/n looks up, seeing draco look over at her and smiling slightly, also quite flushed as y/n smiles back and holds onto the ring, giving the top a little kiss.
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I wrote this fairly quickly bc my crim prof is painfully hot and I am suffering as a result. All mistakes are mine.
Pairings: LawStudent!Reader x LawProfessor!Wanda
Warnings: like one cuss word lol -- reader's age is not specified and neither is Wanda's at this point -- if you want to be a K-thru-JD, be my guest.
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You’re staring at the heavy wooden door in front of you. Your eyes trace over the markings, this building is your favorite on campus because of the architecture. It was once a grand library in the late 1800s and now it holds most of your 1L classes. It’s also home to the office of your Criminal Law Professor whom you’re supposed to be meeting with in a few seconds.
You let out a long exhale as you stare at your watch. You try to ignore how sweaty your palm is as you clench your hand into a fist to knock on the door.
“Come in,” your professor’s voice is calm, with no hint as to why you were summoned to her office in the first place. It came through an email yesterday afternoon after class. You blinked at your screen while your friends teased you about being in trouble.
Are you in trouble?
You step into her office and she’s sitting at her desk writing something down.
“You wanted to see me, Professor Maximoff?”
“Yes,” she sets down her pen, “can I get you anything? Water? Tea?” She gives you a warm smile that would normally disarm anyone but it only makes you stiffen with nerves.
“No thank you, professor. I’m good.”
“Sure," she leans back in her chair and gives you a serious look that makes you flinch, "what did you think of the lesson yesterday? Any questions?”
Did she really call me in here to talk about yesterday’s lesson?
“No, professor, none that I can think of. Inchoate crimes seem pretty straightforward,” you nervously nod and her lips twitch into a smile.
“I look forward to reading your analysis on it for tomorrow’s discussion board then.”
“I’m just about done with it,” you breathe, it was the truth. You know you won’t see your class ranking until after your first year of law school but it seems to already be obvious to everyone that you’re top of the class. It’s not by luck, you've always had to work harder than everyone else to get where you needed to be. It does help that you’ve wanted to go to law school since you were a child. Now that you’re here, everything just clicks.
“Y/N,” Profesor Maximoff’s voice makes your eyes snap to hers. Her usually bright shade of hazel eyes are now much, much darker.
“You’re a good student, you know that right?"
That makes you clear your throat, “thank you, professor, I’m just trying to make the most of this opportunity — it’s pretty busy at times.”
“You must be too busy to realize how you come across as well.”
“I’m sorry?” You have to ask to make sure you heard her correctly.
“You realize this is the first time you’ve held eye contact with me for more than three seconds?" She crosses her arms and that makes you tense even more.
“You’ve been counting?”
“At some point, yes. It’s like clockwork," she unfolds one arm to frame her face and you can't help but appreciate her jawline and the perfectly manicured finger that's tapping away at her cheek.
You have to look away and take a breath. You feel like an idiot for having such obvious tells. Of course, if Sam and Bucky can clock your nervous habits, Professor Maximoff can too.
“You don’t let your eyes land on me for too long, they bounce around the room a lot, like right now.”
Your eyes fall on her again, but this time you make it a point to hold it for as long as you can physically bear it.
“I’m sorry, Professor. I’m not rude, just shy at times. I can see how that comes off as standoffish.”
“It’s okay,” she gives you a nod with a smile. It’s the same combo she gives during her lectures. You only know this because you’re its number-one fan. Your jaw reflexively drops but you quickly pick it back up before she notices.
“You know,” she slides out of her plush leather chair and saunters out from behind her desk, “at first I did think you were just rude.”
She shrugs for a beat before stepping closer to you, “but then I think about how often you hold the door for me.”
And closer.
“And how you say ‘good morning’ or ‘good afternoon’ whenever you pass me on campus.”
And closer.
“Now, it all makes sense.”
Your cheeks begin to burn, you want to step back to give her space but she’s already a breath away from you by the time your brain can form the idea.
“Y/n.”
“Yes, professor?”
“Do you like me?”
Fuck.
She asks it so innocently you almost forget where you are. You're not two people casually exploring each other's fascination with one another. You're not on some kind of date, she’s your professor and you’re just a 1L. She watches your throat squirm as you swallow. Your mouth is now bone dry.
“I…it’s--just a little crush, yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, professor,” you respond so quickly and she hums in praise. Something pulls deep in your belly but you don’t have any time to figure out what it is before Professor Maximoff speaks again.
“Just a little?”
She leans impossibly closer to you. Your eyes don’t have a single corner to escape to, your breathing is shallow and sporadic.
“Yeah.”
She doesn’t correct you this time and you can’t help but feel a heavy pang of want. You watch a smirk stretch across her face and you feel like prey that’s about to fall victim to--
“That’ll be all, y/n—please close the door on your way out.”
She backs away before you do, turning on her heel to sit at her desk just the way you found her.
You stand there dumbly nodding for a moment. She subtly raises an eyebrow in your direction and that’s when your limbs begin to move towards the door. You quietly shut the door behind you before slumping against it, air filling your lungs once again. You shake off whatever you're feeling and head home, still trying to wrap your head around what just happened.
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Take the path to left or right with just your gut to guide you the story is not for anyone else to tell.
Gold wants to know why his sister isn't walking yet. Sunny is happy to tell him about his first steps.
Rating: G! Fluffy little family fic.
Warning: None, one mention of a family member being mean but nothing is actually specified.
A/N: Request from @chochotorianime10 of Sunny telling her and Buggy's son about his first steps. It was a sweet little thing to write, enjoy!
Title comes from "Cheshire Kitten (We're All Mad Here)" by S.J. Tucker.
“Gold, if you climb up too high I can’t get you down this time.” Sunny told the three year old as he grabbed hold of a low hanging tree branch, swinging his body from it. She had his ten month old old sister wrapped against her body as she napped, their father off ordering the crew around to get ready for their next adventure. They had taken a few weeks off at an island, letting the crew have a rest as well as getting the kids off the ship. Sunny was pleased with the decision, finding Gold tired out a bit faster when he was allowed more room to run around than just the confines of a ship.
Silver snuffled and stirred against her mom, lifting her head up as she looked around. Sunny kissed the top of her daughter’s head, stroking her smooth blonde hair carefully, not wanting her to wake up just yet. The little boy managed to get himself just a bit higher into the tree, but still within reach of Sunny’s grasp if he needed help down. Silver started squirming in her arms, letting out a whine before Sunny finally gave up and unwrapped the baby, setting her down on the ground in front of her.
“Mama, why doesn’t she walk yet?” Gold frowned as he started climbing for another branch. Sunny shrugged and kept looking up and down between the two children; her neck would no doubt be sore tonight.
“She’s still a baby, love.” Sunny chuckled softly as she reached down to keep Silver from putting a leaf in her mouth. “She’s only 10 months old, y’know.”
“What? Really?” Gold swung himself upside down on the branch. Sunny wished Buggy was around to have his hands ready to catch his son. The three year old already fell twice out of the tree since they arrived on the island, though both times Buggy was there to catch him. Sunny was always nervous when her son climbed things like this.
“Uh huh, and she’s stubborn like daddy, so she’s probably not going to start walking any time soon.” Sunny told him as she straightened back up, arms crossed as she looked up at her son as he got farther up into a tree. “Be careful, love.”
“I am careful, mama!” He replied as he grabbed a branch and started shaking it, cackling as leaves and blossoms shook loose and started gently raining down on his mom and sister. Sunny shook her head and picked Silver up so she could try to grab some of the blossoms. “Where’s daddy?”
“Working, love.”
“When’s he gonna be done?”
“Who knows.”
Gold frowned and climbed back down just a bit, sitting himself onto a branch and letting his legs kick the air. He wished his dad wasn’t working, he wanted someone to play with. Sunny used to play with him before Silver was born, and while he loved his baby sister, she couldn’t play chase or throw a ball yet, she was kind of just a lump who sat there. If she was walking, maybe she would be more fun.
“Why isn’t she walking yet?” He asked again. Sunny looked up at him again, an amused expression on her face. He had been so excited to be a big brother, even if he didn’t quite get what that meant, and when he realized he wouldn’t actually have a playmate for a few years, he didn’t think having a baby sister was that much fun.
“She’s not ready yet, Gold.” Sunny said again with a smile. “She’ll walk when she’s ready.”
“Oh.” He climbed down another branch, just above Sunny, and reached over to put a flower on top of her head. “Mama, when did I walk?”
Sunny glanced up at him as Silver reached up to grab at her brother’s feet. “You were probably 8 months old.”
“Really?” Gold frowned, trying to remember his numbers for a second. Mohji often helped the boy with counting, letting him trail along when he fed Richie his meals. Gold could sometimes count to twelve now, he just had to think if ten was higher than eight. He was pretty sure it was. “She’s ten months! I was eight months!”
“Yes, love.” Sunny said, amused at his questions. “How about you come down from there and we can see if your sister wants to try some steps?”
“Hmm…” He liked being in the tree, it was fun to climb and it meant he got to be super high into the sky, out of reach of his mom sometimes, though Buggy always managed to get him down. Gold didn’t think too long before something was grabbing him by the back of his pants and pulling him out of the tree. He let out a shriek, trying to grab hold of something to catch himself, but he couldn’t, instead something caught him instead before he was set onto the ground. He looked up and let out an excited squeal when he saw his dad was the one who grabbed him, throwing his arms around his daddy’s legs. Silver clapped her hands and reached for Buggy, babbling happily as Sunny handed her over to him.
“How did I end up with the kids suddenly?” Buggy grumbled as he lifted Gold up as well, both kids latching onto him. He looked at his wife then back at the kids. “What are you three up to anyway?”
“Enjoying nature.” Sunny told him as she kissed his cheek. “And Gold was going to see if we can help Silver practice walking.”
“What? Why? She’s too young.” Buggy insisted as he handed the baby back to you. You shrugged as you sat down on the grass and helped Silver stand up. Gold tried to get out of his dad’s grasp so Buggy set him down. The three year old stood a few feet away from his mom and held his hands out, trying to encourage his sister to walk. Buggy sighed and took a seat beside Sunny. He wanted to go back and have lunch, but only if his wife would make it. He was too tired to even butter a piece of bread for himself.
“Daddy, mama says I was eight months when I walked.” Gold told Buggy as Silver took a step forward on shaky legs.
“Uhh… yea, I think so.” Buggy shrugged. “So?”
“Silver is ten months! I was littler than her!” Gold said as his baby sister looked down at a leaf on the ground, giggling as she stomped her feet happily. Buggy scratched his chin and nodded. “Does that mean I’m better than her?”
“Yea, I guess.” Buggy frowned, only for Sunny to shoot him a dirty look. “I mean…”
“Gold, love, it doesn’t matter.” Sunny told him. “Y’know, we were visiting Gramma and Grandpa when you took your first steps, which was exciting because we were seeing a lot of the family so there were a lot of babies around.”
“Really? Was I the cutest?” He asked and Buggy agreed. Sunny looked at her husband again, shaking her head. Buggy often said kids were the best and most wonderful in all of the seas, even going so far as to compare them to their relatives, and yea, Sunny thought they were the cutest kids in the family, she didn’t say it in front of them that often.
“Anyways… I was hoping you would walk before the gathering so I could show off that you were a happy baby living on a pirate ship, but a few of my cousins’ babies were already walking so a lot of the attention was on those babies and not mine.” Sunny huffed softly and Buggy grinned. Oh, he remembered that gathering. Sunny was used to having all the attention on her having long been the favorite cousin, and she had hoped the attention would fall on Gold, the baby that looked just like a blend of his parents with Sunny’s blonde hair and Buggy’s red nose, but no, Gold didn’t get get the attention Sunny was hoping for.
“Mama was not happy.” Buggy chimed in with a grin. “She spent the first night trying to get you to walk but nope, you didn’t want to. Such a stubborn baby.”
“But you did walk on the last day, after my aunt said something… not nice.” Sunny wrinkled her nose as Silver straightened up and took a careful step forward, holding Sunny’s hands tightly. “Anyway, you stood up and walked right over to me like you’d done it countless times before. And the look on my aunt’s face was priceless because she was just being so mean, but when she saw how well you were walking, well, it shut her up.”
“Really?” Gold’s face lit up. Sunny nodded, as did Buggy.
“That’s exactly what happened, yep.” Buggy agreed a little too quickly, but Sunny didn’t notice. He knew that wasn’t the truth, that Gold actually walked to him back on the ship the day before when he was taking a break from everyone. Sunny stayed back with the family, helping out with festivities while Buggy and Gold kept an eye on the ship. He had set the little boy down for just a few seconds beside the bed when he pulled himself up and walked over to Buggy, nearly scaring his dad to death since his back was to his son for just a moment. He never wanted Sunny to know that what she witnessed wasn’t actually the boy’s first steps, but probably his ninth or tenth steps as Buggy worked with him for the rest of that day.
“D’you think then Silver’s gonna walk soon?” Gold asked as Silver took another step as Sunny helped her with her balance. The three year old frowned. “Do I gotta be mean?”
“What? No, don’t be mean.” Sunny chuckled. “No, no, love, don’t worry. Like I said, she’ll walk when she’s ready, just like you. I don’t know why you decided to start walking right then but I was pretty happy that you did, because I realized it didn’t matter when you started because you decided to do it when you wanted to.”
Gold frowned and looked at his sister. She took another step, trying to stay balanced, but she fell backwards. Sunny caught her and chuckled softly before passing the baby over to Buggy. “She’s going to walk when she wants.” She got to her feet next, brushing dirt off her pants. “Gold, let’s go start lunch, okay? I know daddy’s waiting to eat.”
“Okaaaay.” Gold sighed as he started for the little cottage they had been staying in. He didn’t want to make lunch, he wanted to climb the tree some more now that Buggy was available. Sunny leaned down and kissed Buggy on the forehead before following after her son.
Buggy watched the two leave, bouncing Silver carefully in his arms. Once they were going into the cottage, shutting the door, he looked at his daughter and helped her stand up. His hands hovered around her, ready to catch her as she straightened up. She giggled, stomping her feet excitedly as she took a step towards her dad. Another step, and another, and one more before she started to fall forward. Buggy caught her, pulling her over to him before he got to his feet.
“Don’t tell your mom what you just did, got it?” Buggy gently threatened the baby as she grabbed his nose. He scowled when she did that but she just squealed and babbled as he headed back to the cottage. “You gotta promise, okay?”
Silver just looked up at him before reaching for his hair next. Buggy rolled his eyes and sighed. Gold walked for Sunny at just the right moment and he hoped Silver would do the same. He just needed to make sure neither kid knew about their actual first steps, same as Sunny, as he didn’t want her to be disappointed that he had seen their first steps. She did so much for all three of them that he wanted her to be the one to experience all their firsts, not him, but if he could show his excitement when Silver walked for Sunny as he did for Gold, maybe his wife wouldn’t catch onto his shared little secret with his kiddos.
#buggy the clown#sunny x buggy#buggy the clown x reader#buggy the clown x you#buggy the clown x oc#buggy x reader#buggy x you#buggy x oc#opla buggy the clown#opla buggy#opla buggy the clown x reader#opla buggy the clown x you#opla buggy the clown x oc#opla buggy x reader#opla buggy x you#opla buggy x oc
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hey, can I request some Deren (ptn) x reader pretty please?
Hope youre having a nice day!
Thank you for the request! I decided to write sfw this time since you didn't specify what you want, it would be appreciated if you mention nsfw or sfw from next time <3
Type: SFW fluff
Game: Path to Nowhere
Character: Deren x Fem!reader
You were seated on your computer desk at home, editing some videos for a short film project you had taken up. Ever since leaving Director Deren's crew, you had struggled to find more projects due to the rise in Mania activity around DisCity and also your limited experience.
You sighed and rested back on your chair, stretching your arms up when your phone rang from an unknown number. You squinted your eyes and waited a few seconds before you finally picked it up and answered with a 'hello' only to be immediately surprised by the voice on the other end.
"Hey, it's been a long time, Y/n."
You couldn't believe your ears; it was none other than Director Deren.
"D-Director? Is that you?"
"Mhm, it's me. How have you been? Are you still into film making?"
"I'm fine and yes, I'm still doing it. Don't tell me, are you....?"
"That's right, I'm going to make a new film, and I need your help just like old times."
Your eyes lit up in excitement, "Really?! I'll do it! Where do I come—?!"
"Haha, you haven't changed a bit. I'll text you the location and time, bring your gear."
"Okay, I'll be ready!"
Keeping your phone down, you giggled to yourself and felt your face heat up at the thought of meeting Director Deren again after such a long time and work with her as well. You did have a crush on her, after all. Who wouldn't really? She was simply charming. Three days later, you reached the location at 11 am as Deren conveyed and immediately found her standing nearby.
"Yo, good to see you, Y/n." Deren greeted and you walked closer to her, greeting her as well and initiating a small talk, asking about each other's well-being.
"Haha, Y/n, don't be so formal with me and just call me Deren. We are old friends, after all."
"Alright....Deren. I was actually wondering about something."
"What is it?"
You looked around to see the other crew members who were busy setting up then looked back at Deren, "I don't see anyone else from our old crew. Did you...not call them?"
Deren gave a small smile then tapped the folded script against her arm, "No, I made an entirely new crew. You are the only old face here."
You almost blushed at that statement, why did she only call you? It's not like you were extraordinary in your field, you were in fact a beginner when you had joined her and hadn't gained much experience since then.
"Why me then...?"
Deren smirked and walked closer to you, leaning near you ear to whisper, "....Because I missed you~"
You totally blushed now and Director Deren noticed all too well because of how close she was, she then leaned even closer and you could feel her breath on your ear now.
"Let's meet up later after the shoot, my treat~"
You nodded with a flushed face and she chuckled then walked away to begin filming. The whole time, you could feel yourself being extremely self-conscious around her and weren't sure how to act. After several hours, the shooting was finally adjourned and you were made to accompany Deren to her home.
What followed was something you could have never predicted; you were picked up and pinned against the wall by her as she placed kisses on your neck and chest before moving up to passionately kiss your lips. You didn't deny her at all, it seems both of your feelings were overflowing at this moment.
Her hand slid down to grab your thighs and carry you to her bedroom as she continued with the kiss, eventually laying you down and working to remove your clothes. She confessed her true feelings, that she had liked you for a long time as well and wanted you like this since then. She had the power to make your dreams reality now, quite literally.
#path to nowhere#deren x reader#path to nowhere fluff#path to nowhere deren#path to nowhere x reader
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Between Flowers and Gemstones
An Akaashi x reader story
Word count: 1.2K
Pairing: uni!Akaashi x uni!reader
Rating: AKF (Akaashi Keiji Fluff)
Warnings: none? Just Akaashi not recognizing his feelings for yn until he does…
There are many eyes on a set of two university students in the building square. With March graduations around the corner, and with White Day being within the same week, you are a bit confused by this gathering. It’s not everyday a scholarship athlete asks an honors student out.
What on earth possessed one Akaashi Keiji to do this for his crush must have been born out of the three hour conversation with Bokuto asking for advice on how to confess. In hindsight, maybe he should have waited to express his emotions when you weren’t slightly stressed out from a course you typically excelled in…
So here you both were, glancing at the wrinkling plastic Akaashi held out to you. Though you couldn’t tell, he was nervous beyond every sense of the word. He didn’t even have anything prepared to say to you.
“You got me flowers?” you reach out to accept the bouquet. Breaking into a small smile, you look between the shy athlete and the bouquet.
“You seemed a bit stressed,” he tells you. “Thought you could use some cheering up.”
“…Thank you,” you hug the bouquet, a slight blush on both of your faces. “They’re perfect.”
As the students start to disburse, you take a step toward Akaashi.
“Is this you making your move, Keiji?” you teasingly inquire.
He inhales and exhales, brushing his hands over his bangs.
“It depends.”
You raise your brow. “On?”
Akaashi swallows the bundle of anxiousness in his throat before he chooses to hug you and whisper in your ear: “whether or not you’ll let me pick you up tonight at your dorm?”
You are stunned into a brief silence before your free hand pats his back.
“I’d love it if you did. You remember how to get there, right?”
“We shared two math courses last semester, I think I ought to remember where my tutor lived, heh.”
You shake your head as you release each other from this few minutes long embrace. Of all the people in your core major for the arts & sciences you weren’t expecting Akaashi Keiji, of all people, to confess as smoothly as he did. You choose to bid him goodbye since he never really specified a time, you tap his shoulder, telling him to give you an hour to get ready.
Akaashi nods, a genuinely warm smile at you.
“It’s a date then,” he says.
You find yourself in front of a mirror of your drawer. You’re wearing a simple black button down collared shirt and navy skinny jeans; picking up your hair and tying it in a loose bun, you deem yourself ready to head out. Your slip on shoes were in the makeshift shoe rack by the door when you heard a slight lighter rapping.
Akaashi, on the other hand, had texted his best friend that the flowers had worked! He didn’t think you’d fall for such a gesture, but he was glad he was wrong! Bokuto, though he was on an abroad trip for a game at the moment, had given his old partner a thumbs up reply. Akaashi also had extended his thanks to one of the Bokuto sisters because the flower arrangement suggestion came from one of them. Regardless, Akaashi was quite content with how his confession for a date worked in his favor. Although now, as he stands in front of your door, he takes a deep breath before he knocks.
You unlock the deadbolt and standing there in a similar outfit was Akaashi, although he did wear a white collared shirt instead, his pants seemed to be made of a poly fiber between cotton and polyester blend. He looked sharp ever since he had his hair tapered a bit since third year at Fukurodani, however his hair nowadays seems to have grown a bit longer. You whispered a hushed, “hello,” before inviting him inside.
You mention over your shoulder you had needed a final walk through to make sure everything that had needed to remain plugged and at home was done then you’d be on your way.
Standing in your kitchenette though was Akaashi. He nodded politely while watching you flutter about until he spots where you placed the flowers: in front of an old photo of you and your grandparents. You’ve gotten to know each other over the course of last semester, so when he sees the photo, he is reminded that your parents were busy individuals who put work first, however their children grew with their grandparents filling the parental roles. You were close to both of them before they passed sometime before you went to university, so seeing the bouquet there was an indication you wanted to go closer to him.
“Perhaps that may be true,” he says casually to himself.
You claim that you are ready a couple minutes later and with an elated smile and pep in your step, you show Akaashi out as you lock your door behind you both. He holds your hand as you walk off campus and stands behind you on the train. He doesn’t tell you where you’re headed, but you do talk about how kind he’s being considering you two had an argument on Valentine’s Day when he wouldn’t take your chocolates seriously… only for you to call him out for insulting how you genuinely felt made him reevaluate how he felt about you. However, when you arrive at a nightly fundraiser in the Museum of Natural History, you seem speechless.
“My old kouhai helped organize this and asked if I had wanted to come,” Akaashi says when he extends his arm to you. You loop your arm around his and walk with him to the entrance where said kouhai would be and there you are introduced to one Tsukishima Kei, a ‘fossil historian’ according to his badge. You smile and listen along as they speak briefly about their time on the court even though they faced each other one summer for training, their friendship lasted years since graduation, regardless, you look around and see posh couples charming others with champagne flutes, marveling how they hope their own donations are enough to satisfy the reconstruction on the west side of the building.
A few minutes later, you and Akaashi are about to steal a moment to yourselves as you walk past some mythical jewels once thought to be the cousin of the blue diamonds half way across the world. Looking into the pieces encased in glass, you tell him you weren’t expecting a date like this. He laughs saying he couldn’t believe Tsukki remembered to spare him two tickets.
“These really are beautiful,” you say, nodding at the gems.
Akaashi who looms behind you with a soft smile, leans forward and whispers, “they seem made for someone like you.”
And though he gives you enough space to back away and turn around, you find your lips mere moments from swiping over his. He doesn’t flinch like you thought he would, he lets it happen because even if he didn’t take you here, he had been meaning to see what the big deal was about kissing someone he likes. So, when your face does miss his lips entirely, he holds your wrist to pull you behind a pillar and lets you try again.
In the dimly lit display room of marvelous wonders of the gem world, two lovers make their hearts known to the others underneath a lightning opal sky.
#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue#sora after hours#haikyuu x reader#university!au: akaashi x reader#sora scribbles 2023
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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 // 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
At the agreed upon time, specified by the note among the mass of individuals waiting to be admitted to this grand masquerade thrown into darkness and a swirling mass of paper faces on parade, three of the many hold invitations curious to how the night unfolds. Music played just beyond the entrance where stewards collected invitations calling forth souls to dance to its infectious melody. Just beyond those doors, not but a few feet away festivities called like a lure tempting sweet sinner and unsoiled dove to play the game and still pretend it was just a simply party set up by a true magician with ineffable odds. The golden lion, the tiger and the season of summer and not a single character was obvious. The king was no senile fool, to call him a fool even the one that would wish him dead and kingdoms free of dragon's teeth had to give credit where it was do - there was still a dangerous man who seated the iron throne with a game far bigger than any of them knew. There was a mother who kissed her child goodnight leaving her with a nurse maid, a lord commander who no matter the occasion was never without his duty to the crown and a bastard sibling that preferred the shadows where they had grown. || MUN NOTES: None of what follows is common knowledge. only the king knows but perhaps friend or family know enough about the persons below to hazard a guess as the night goes on!
— THE TIGER: played by Ser Bryndemere Tarth
The tiger extended a hand with effortless grace like one who was trained to wield any weapon with the utmost expertise. HE remembers in the moment a steward he has known since their appointment to the position and their coming to Kingslanding that his beloved king knew the story. Bryndemere had told him in a conversation among lord protector and sovereign one late evening chatting as if they were old friends which at this point they were for the amount of blood one had shed to keep the others head. The tiger was both an acknowledgement of his prowess, of his skill and strength and the utmost faithfulness he had to the throne. It was acknowledging that any other theme would've been an insult to him and the commitment he had knowing if anyone would be acutely aware of everyone in the room - Bryn would be watching knowing others would want him out of the way if they had any ill will to the man who picked the costume. Bryndemere Tarth looked positively stunning, exotic and electric - tantalizing and dangerous but who would possibly guess him to be who he was? There were literally a dozen or so that were of a similar build but none could claim such a brilliant majesty as a Tiger could. Bryn would embody the character for it was his nature and still it would assure him a reasonable disguise for the night.
— THE SEASON OF SUMMER: played by Lady Alkira Redfort
The season of summer was a strangely beautiful and captivating creature, one that could rip wings from birds of heaven if a soul so wished and tear stars from the sky with wild hands all but raised like one of the mountain clans. Truthfully she was, the king would know this, the stories had reached this far of Lord Redfort's choice of bride in his second wife and only naturally the child born of such bonds would have wildling blood. Did he know everything? Did he know the young woman's secrets - perhaps not but it could only be speculated that a lord among the crowd was the child's father and one did question the mysterious mountains of the moon and the arryn's that roosted there - the vale was always far too quiet. Give her summer, make the woman noticeable and shine as a beloved season like the sun and all the things embodied by the season sweet summer child that Alkira was. After all to give the king credit he knew the meaning of her name; bright, sunny - a happy place in the sun and what was summer but all of those things. A quiet compliment to a stranger but also a most clever way to keep an eye on someone relatively unknown who could pose a danger. Anyone none to familiar with the royal personage from a place cloaked in mystery where motives were unknown was always a danger until they were not. Alkira handed her invitation forward, hearing subtle whispers wondering what dream had walked forward into the room curious to know how warm the season of summer would be to them but who would know her from the birds or the trees? Total anonymity was terrifying and yet extremely liberating - Alkira only wondered whose faces lurked behind other masks.
— THE GOLDEN LION: played by Kassia Flowers
Finally, last but not least was the most unexpected of them all to be hidden behind the mask they wore. A golden lion as if to flaunt before everyone but a double mask still obscured the brilliant beast beneath them. Perhaps it was a cruel joke, a funny one certainly but not without its own claws dug into its meaning surely. The reach was not what it had been, power not given as it should've been long ago and instead passed over to lions. A child who if they came from a woman that was mother to all other golden roses but this creature would bear a name other than bastard because of the father to a potential queen would've been called golden themselves. The one who preferred not to reveal themselves, to roam and prowl unincumbered but would fiercely fight with the strength of a lion, a lion hearted child called flowers that in truth would war for the honor and restored glory of their siblings who kept themselves secret - it was a many faceted theme. Kassia knew - as an invitation was taken and a golden claw reached for the singular earring they had most definitely been thrown into the deep end and a game was truly afoot. No one would expect Kassia to be as they were, this magnificent golden lion and perhaps even their siblings would fail to recognize the being. Complete and total anonymity so positively overt it was covert.
#thrones.masquerade#feel like this would go under that tag#tw long post#tw masks#mention of masks really
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It occurs to me that I have this thing so I can dump the various lists and other thoughts relating to whatever hamster has jumped on the wheel in my brain to run its little paws off, so I should probably do that, huh.
This time, the thing that's rattling about is, specifically, the way the various Exotic weapons are implemented in Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. I am going to put this behind a Read More, as I did in the past, because it's lengthy and only of interest to a select crowd. The "shorten lengthy posts" thing exists now, but best practices, you know.
Now, before I do this, I will specify that I am not taking the actual itemization into account, this is all purely on the merits of the weapons themselves. There are metagaming factors involved whenever discussing this kind of thing, of course, which is why a Fighter/Mage in Baldur's Gate 2 might want to specialize so they can use katanas and hammers, so they can dual wield Dak'kon's Zerth Blade in one hand for extra spell slots and Crom Faeyr for 25 strength in the other, but that's getting a bit far into the weeds for this kind of thing.
The other question is "why the hell are you bothering with this," and the answer is that in the Midnight Isles DLC, there's a roguelike mode, and each run after the first gives you something called a "tailwind." These are various bonuses. There are thirty, you are presented with three, and you must pick one. One of them is the "Whimsical Tailwind," which causes all Exotic weapons to hit as if they were one size larger (1d8 to 2d6, and so on). This is a tremendous boon in the lower levels, before you're stacking so many bonuses that the weapon itself is largely irrelevant, and I will largely be judging things in that context.
So, first off, let's go with the light weapons.
First off is the Kama. 1d6 slashing, x2 critical. This is only notable because it's a monk weapon, so monks can do their Cool Monk Things with it, and maybe you'll run into something where you need slashing damage, like a zombie. If you aren't a monk, it's crap. And even then, its value is dubious. In tabletop, the kama has the Trip tag, which means "you can use it for Trip attacks, and if you lose the roll and get tripped yourself, you can drop your weapon instead of falling down," but none of the special tags are implemented, which means that a lot of weapons are missing their raison d'être.
Then there's the Nunchaku. 1d6 bludgeoning, x2 critical. Same thing as the Kama, but worse, because you already do bludgeoning. In tabletop, it has the Disarm tag, meaning you get a +2 when attempting a Disarm maneuver, but again, that's not implemented.
Finally, the Sai. 1d4 bludgeoning, x2 critical. The smaller damage die is offset in tabletop compared to the nunchaku because, in addition to the Disarm tag, it also gives a +2 on Sunder Weapon attempts, but since none of that is implemented, you're just left with a worse nunchaku, which is in turn worse than using your fists, unless you get lucky and find really good magic ones, I guess.
So the only light weapons are all monk weapons, and the only reason to use any of them would be "you are a dual-wielding rogue with a dexterity of Yes and just enough strength that your knees don't buckle when you put on your armor," but since the bulk of rogue damage comes from Sneak Attacks anyway, there's only so far this can go. I guess you can be a Knife Master and dual wield sais so you're swinging with a pair of d6 weapons and still getting those d8 sneak attack dice, but that mostly feels like a parlor trick so you can get bludgeoning sneak damage, and I doubt it's worth the feat (or level dip) to get an average of one extra damage.
Now, on to the one handed weapons, and there's more of a selection here.
First off is the bastard sword. 1d10 slashing, 19-20/x2. It's a longsword with a slightly larger damage die, there's not much to say about this one. It's pretty good, but remember: the context of this is the Whimsical Tailwind that makes exotic weapons have bigger dice.
That's why I much prefer the Dwarven Waraxe: 1d10 slashing, x3. On paper, it's basically the same kind of split as longsword versus battleaxe, but in practice, the waraxe wins out for a very simple reason: Dwarven Weapon Familiarity. Dwarves treat the Dwarven Waraxe as a martial weapon, which means that if your dwarf has martial weapon proficiency, they can just use this weapon for free.
The estoc is in a similar sort of position: the bastard sword is a longsword that gets a slightly bigger damage die, the dwarven waraxe is a battleaxe that gets a slightly bigger damage die, and the estoc is a rapier with a slightly bigger damage die. 2d4 piercing, 18-20/x2, and finesseable. There's not really much to say here, it's just "if you need a one handed piercing weapon you can finesse, the estoc has you covered."
However, the Dueling Sword gives the Estoc a serious run for its money. At 1d8 slashing, 19-20/x2 critical, it's basically just a longsword that you can use Weapon Finesse on. This is probably not worth a feat in and of itself compared to anything else, but you can take the Aldori Swordsman background to gain proficiency with it for free (in addition to bucklers and adding Persuasion to your class skills). There are also feats that exist specifically to support use of the Dueling Sword, and an entire prestige class devoted to its use, although if you're going for Aldori Swordlord, you may have taken the Aldori Defender archetype for Fighter anyway.
The Falcata is 1d8 slashing, 19-20/x3 critical. It strikes me as for people who can't decide between the better threat range of a longsword or the bigger critical of the battleaxe, and are willing to spend a feat to get both. There's not much to say about this one, really, but if you're not a dwarf and willing to spend a feat on the exotic weapon proficiency, this seems a good choice.
The Tongi is 1d6 slashing, 19-20/x3 critical. It is a strictly worse falcata, and even in tabletop, there is nothing going for it. Apparently it was a Light weapon in Kingmaker, thus giving it a place, but it's just garbage here.
Next up I'm going to do the double weapons. Double weapons are interesting in Wrath because of the way they're implemented compared to tabletop. They maintain the original benefit of "slightly better damage die compared to two light weapons," such as a double sword's 1d8 to the short sword's 1d6, but they lose the benefit of "if you're only making a single attack, you can count as using both hands so you get 1.5x your strength bonus." (Or at least, I think this is the case, as I haven't tested it. I probably should.) However, they gain a new benefit, which is that you don't have to pay to have each end of it enchanted. So if you're buying weapons, instead of buying a pair of +5 weapons which can be pretty expensive, you just need the one.
Anyway, the weapons. Double sword, paired 1d8 slashing, 19-20/x2. It's the equivalent of holding a pair of longswords (or, if you've got a Whimsical Tailwind, a pair of greatswords). There's really nothing special to say.
However, for much the same reason the Dwarven Waraxe beat the Bastard Sword, so does the Orc Double Axe beat the Double Bladed Sword. 1d8 slashing, x3 critical, but half-orcs treat it as a martial weapon, so they can use it for basically free.
The Dwarven Urgrosh is in a similar sort of position as the Orc Double Axe, as it's an exotic weapon that dwarves can use as a martial. Same 1d8 damage with x3 critical, but the big difference is that the main head of the urgrosh deals piercing damage instead of slashing. There are situations where this matters, but not enough to tilt you towards dwarf or orc for this. The strange thing is that the urgrosh loses the Brace tag from tabletop, but seems to get the die size of the spear end increased to compensate, which is the only weapon to get compensation for not being as capable as its tabletop counterpart.
The Gnome Hooked Hammer is another one that can be used for free by the right race, but in this case the race is Gnome, which means you are Small, which means you move slower and your weapon damage die is smaller. But with Whimsical it comes right back up, so it's a net wash. The main head deals 1d8 blunt damage with a x3 critical, and the off head deals 1d6 piercing with x4. So I guess if you're making a gnome ranger or slayer or something it can be pretty good. Loss of the Trip tag doesn't hurt it too much, as it's a perfectly competent weapon even without that.
And finally, the two handed weapons. This is a much shorter list, since there's just the two.
There isn't much to say about the fauchard. 1d10 slashing, 18-20/x2, reach weapon. Normally I'd shrug about if the one extra threat range over a bardiche was worth the feat, unless you were a Fighter and thus had feats coming out of your ears, but for a Whimsical Tailwind, it is absolutely worth the feat for the slightly expanded threat and better damage dice. This is another in the "lost the Trip tag" club, but it's another one that fares just fine without it.
The elven curve blade is weird. 1d10 slashing damage, 18-20/x2 critical. So you'd think that it's another longsword/bastard sword situation where you have to either spend a feat or be an elf to use a slightly better falchion (2d4 slashing, 18-20/x2), right? Well, mostly, yes, but the thing about the elven curve blade that always struck me as odd is that you can use it with weapon finesse. Which is fine, I guess, but it's a two handed weapon, and two handed weapons get 1.5x their strength modifier when used two handed, and if you have enough dexterity that taking weapon finesse seems like a good idea, odds are pretty good you didn't go hard enough on Strength to make it super worthwhile. I guess if you have a feature that lets you use Dexterity instead of Strength to calculate your damage bonus, it might get a 1.5x multiplier too, but I don't have a character handy I can use to test this.
Now, there is a ranged exotic weapon, but it's not terribly worth getting into. The Sling Staff is 1d8 bludgeoning, x3 critical. It's not worth it even with the Whimsical tailwind, because "is it worth it to spend a feat to go from Piercing to Bludgeoning" is a "hell no." If it's worth it to go from 1d8 piercing to 2d6 bludgeoning should be a "hell yes," but the problem is that ranged weapons are potent in Wrath not just because of the "you don't have to move to take your full attack" thing, but because of the things that make bows stronger. You're stronger initially thanks to the bigger damage dice, that's true, but you lose out on Manyshot, Bracers of Archery, and Hurricane Bow if you have some way to apply it or have it applied for you. The better damage dice are a nice early boost, but you can live without it, and you will absolutely be feeling the lack of all those other things later, when the bulk of your damage is coming from various bonuses more than the actual dice of the weapon. This is another one that didn't come out of the translation from tabletop as well, because it's properly the halfling sling staff, meaning halflings should treat it as a martial weapon, but they do not. It also lost the ability to be used as a club in melee, but "can be used in both melee and ranged combat" is a feature that was generally lost and made a lot of other weapons just strictly worse.
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I got to see my cousins today, well...not all of them because like every bonafide white trash superstar, I have a SHIT TON of cousins and mostly because we call everyone we like brother, sister, or cousin. But the three girls, the sisters, the ones that are closest to me in age...the trifecta. Those three girls, let me tell you, are an experience.
The oldest "girl" (she's 37 but we can all still be girls if we want)...it's honestly her fault I was born. No listen...my mother held my newborn cousin in the hospital the day after she was born and decided she wanted one of those. She talked my bio dad into it and the rest is history. When she saw our car pull up in my aunt's driveway, she screamed so loud I could hear her with my window down. Her middle sister was standing next to her on the porch, not paying attention, and got whapped in the arm and made to look and then she started screaming too. The youngest...has a devilish grin on her face and I find out later that she was the only one who knew we were coming and just kept it a secret. Bless her for that.
So I get out of the car first and get squeezed and lightly pinched and lovingly picked on, and when Eli gets out they all just stare at him until the youngest exclaims "fuck a DUCK, you're tall as hell."
Tallness is not an attribute of ours. We're a little leprechaun family and none of us get over 5'9". There is, essentially, a giant in the shire now and they are all beside themselves.
As it turns out...this isn't just a drive by. They have a going away party planned for my grandparents and that's just so sweet of them I can't even. I feel a little bit like I'm stealing them...they say California is a madhouse and they want out but they really started cooking with gas when I told them about the baby. They were just bitching before, like old folks do, and then they started mentioning how much of Red's life they missed already, how they'd never met my niece, and now my second child was coming next year. The three girls took great care of them while I was gone, always there when they needed something, came to just visit and hang out often. I shouldn't feel bad but I do.
"How many rooms do you have at your house?" My youngest cousin asks me.
"Spare rooms? None now, but you can sleep with the baby if you want."
"For real? Like...I can actually come?"
I thought that had been a given this whole time, but maybe the fact that none of them ever made the trip means I should have been more specific about it just being an open invitation the last 13 years. So I make an announcement.
"I should have specified before but if any of you ever want to come out, we would be happy to have you. Please let's not let another 13 years go by."
We have a family friend, that has been in the family since before I was. Used to be in a band with my grandpa in the 70s. We call him Uncle Harley even though his name is Delmer and the older he gets the more he looks like Willie Nelson. He comments first.
"I guess I'll come if you take me to Waffle House. Denny's just doesn't have the ambiance I'm after."
He is not the only former band member in attendance and as such the party is a little wild. There's lots of beer, a row of guitar cases, and a drum set in the living room. They make me play drums a while and I'm extremely rusty but I rumble through some country bar standards while Eli watches with his eyebrow up. Seems I forgot to mention my stint as their precocious preteen drummer...any time they played a place that didn't serve booze, which wasn't extremely often. When my set is over, Uncle Harley tells me what he always did every time I played with them..."sure do wish I had a bucket of tomatoes." Gotta keep the future rockstars of America humble, lest they get too big for their britches.
My grandparents decided they wanted to stay at my aunt's for the night, and left us with their keys to the house. When I suggest we do some packing in their absence, Eli presents a counter offer.
"We could...just not do anything else tonight. In N Out is still open, we could stop there on the way back."
So we sat on the deck with a candle between us, all the lights in the house turned off. He pulls my feet into his lap and kneads at them gently...they are puffy of course. Neither of us says a whole lot and I think about everything and nothing. Past and future. Quasars and black holes and being very very small. Our eyes imagine a variety of things as we stare off into the distance...Jackrabbits, kit foxes, aliens. Anything seems possible. Crazy shit happens in the desert.
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📍 TWO BAKE BOYS CAFE
feeling a little adventurous lately and wanted to try eating at some place new and this thai-inspired cafe popped up after a little bit of searching and the creepy cakes looked good so why not
i was a bit worried that it’ll be crowded on a weekend but i’m glad the cafe was still empty when we arrived
this means we get to pick seats!! ofc i strategically picked the ones next to the wall (corner is the best!!) and closest to the displays so i can scope out whatever new item they bring out from the kitchen bc we came a little bit too early and there were only three flavours of crepe cakes available, none of which i was particularly invested in
we passed by a group of ladies otw to the cafe and G jokingly(?) commented that they were going to the same place as us and i was like no way bUT THEY LEGIT CAME IN LIKE SHORTLY AFTER US??? what is this sorcery
aLSO today’s special guest is sandy!! it’s my first time bringing a nendo doll out and ngl his prickly hair gave me Stress but aaa how could i resist?? this bakery/cafe outfit i bought recently is absolutely perfect for a cafe date
got our drinks first~ i got a peach and passionfruit tea and G got iced thai green tea
there was milk in the thai green tea so it was... thai milk green tea... my lactose intolerant ass could never
ordered the aglio olio without chili but it was still spicy bc it came with chili flakes lmaooo i somehow managed to finish it without having a coughing fit 💪😤 ok but it was a good aglio olio with lots of crispy garlic chips and a perfect amount of oiliness
we also got truffle fries as a side that came with a cheese dip and it was not bad but the amount was so generous i was afraid for the stomach space that i was reserving for dessert
WELL it turns out i did in fact have enough stomach space for dessert
the place is famous for their thai milk tea crepe cakes but that was not what we got lmao the matcha strawberry and chocolate banana flavours sounded more appealing
this was my first time trying creepy cakes and i’m kinda into the layers?? mmm the mouthfeel was satisfying
both cakes were deliciousss but i’d have to give my vote to the matcha strawberry just bc i like my desserts a little less sweet (G said it was slightly bitter in the usual matcha way but my tolerance for bitterness is so high i cannot relate)
got a scoop of strawberry yoghurt gelato with the crepe cake as a set~ since the crepe cakes were definitely going to be on the sweet side i decided to go for a slightly sour ice cream flavour
tried a bit of G’s cotton candy gelato o3o it was pure sweetness and had the colour of kirby so i imagine that’s how kirby would taste like if you could eat him
verdict: would definitely go back for their dessertss!! the mains were good too but there were few options so idk it depends on whether i’m feeling an aglio olio mood or not
special mention to the service crew!! they were so nice and attentive asjkdlasjds i’m pretty sure i was being a nuisance by having sandy, chi, cha and my camera out on the already-very-smol table but when one of the staff came by to bring us our food she commented “so cute” aaaa yes... they’re cute...
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the next place i wanted to check out was the off/on exhibition at the national museum of sg but we ended up going to the wrong exhibition hall and nobody stopped us bc our entry passes did not specify any particular exhibition and we spent about an hour or so learning about the history of sg
oh well i guess it’s kinda appropriate since national day is just a few days away
mistakes were made and should not be repeated so we’re gonna make another trip and this time we’ll go to the right exhibition
walked plenty today and my legs feel like soggy noodles
too tired to edit museum pics so i’ll post them either tmr or on national day itself ayyy
time to enjoy the long weekend!!
#log#the amount of times i'm Lost and Not Found is becoming quite concerning#the place cells in my hippocampus do not fire
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Sevika and Vi with a lover that acts like a cat- but not the cute kind 🙂 the kind that insists on being worshipped like the gods they are 😈
Anon didn't specify if they wanted them separate or not, so I made it a polyamorous relationship
SPOILED KITTY
(headcanons)
Pairings: Vi x Sevika x reader
Genre: fluff+smut(mdni under the cut)
Pronouns used: none
Gendered terms: sweet girl
strap-on, slight pet-play, praise, brat taming(?)
SFW
🍓 As much as she denies it, Sevika loves your attitude.
🍓 Vi, on the other hand, has no shame in talking about how much she adores it
🍓 But neither of them really need to admit how much they like it, it's obvious in their prideful smirks whenever you put someone in their place
🍓 Even if you hadn't really had the need to ever since you started dating the two of them
🍓 But, if some idiot were to try and pick on you, they'd first let you spit your snarky comeback before obliterating them
🍓 The three of you have the tendency to get into fights with the people around you
🍓 Although yours are far less violent than theirs, people often get aggressive in the undercity
🍓 Of course, that's when Vi and Sevika step in, even if you can protect yourself
🍓 When your comments are directed to them, it's a completelly different story
🍓 Vi will often tease you a bit, before inevitably giving you what you want
"Oh, I'm mean now am I? Well you started it. Alright, alright, get over here muffin', how many did you want again?"
🍓 However, Sevika sees your comments as a challenge, matching your behavior until one of you gives in
"And if I don't? What'll you do about it, sweet girl? Oh, you little brat, get back here."
NSFW
🍓 Your girlfriend's have very intense jobs, one of their favorite things after a long day of work is coming back home to you
🍓 They get especially excited when they see you've swapped your usual collar for the one they giften you
🍓 It fit snuggly on your neck in, was your favorite color and decorated with a golden bell
🍓 You'll often be sitting cross-legged on a counter, your arms folded against your chest
"What took you so long?"
🍓 It doesn't take long till you're undressed between the two
🍓 Only think adorning your body is that cute little collar
🍓 At first you're resilient and taunting, mocking them for everything they said
🍓 That is, until your legs are around Vi's waist and your head is against Sevika's chest
🍓 Both women pounding into you with their favorite strap-ons, all you can do is take it
🍓 Vi is more often than not the sweet one, whispering praise in your ear while she runs her hands up and down your body
"I know, I know kitten, but you're doing so good. You can take it, I know you can. Just like that"
🍓 Sevika is an extreme contrast to Vi, completely ruthless, making sure you regretted every word you said beforehand
"What happened, pet? You were being so bratty earlier, didn't think I'd put you in your place?"
#vi x reader#vi imagine#vi x fem reader#vi fluff#vi smut#sevika x reader#sevika imagine#sevika x fem reader#sevika fluff#sevika smut#vi x sevika
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𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡 !ℎ𝑐
Masterlist // part two
This is the typa shit in hitting yall with now// Wilbur soot x reader !p !c !child reader
Pronouns used: none specified!
Warnings: death, loss, explosion?
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Being Wilbur soots child will include..
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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠
Fundy was absolutely appalled of you
This small little toddler stealing all of his fathers affection
Wilbur adored you
He kept you very close to him
“You will come of age with our young nation”
Tommy and Tubbo wouldn’t be trusted to hold you
Tommy tried picking you up one day
Tommy dropped you that day
You would look up to Eret and Tubbo
You hated fundy as much as he hated you
Any time he was around he would scowl at you
You’d just pull his tail or “accidentally” step on it
You spent most of your time in the drug van
Accidentally drinking a couple potions
Wilbur was terrified but dealt with it okay since he had previous experience
Salmon was forbidden in the house
You’d boss around everyone burn it’d be cute babbles
Attempting to help build the wall
𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝗺𝐞..
You had your very own uniform
If you’d prefer it, you had a leather skirt
Eret would dress you up in different crowns
He kept telling you that you were a monarch in the growing
Slowly understanding and growing up to the world
The walls weren’t so protective anymore
Staying as far away from dream as possible
Using wooden swords the practice besides being fairly young
Everyone trying to keep you hidden but you were found out anyways
Sapnap saw you and Tubbo collecting flowers by the lake
Those flowers burned, and you lost your first life
𝐘/𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩
Tubbo blamed himself all the time for it, along with the burn scar on your face
^ it wasn’t very visible but it was still there
Wilbur couldn’t handle you getting hurt
Fundy felt bad, something switched
Wilbur cried holding you in his arms for an hour once you’ve respawnrd
Fundy made sure that nobody could hurt you from now on
Except you got kidnapped
Eret tricked you to going outside the walls
George was right there to swoop you up and take you hostage in the castle
Dream loved you tho for some odd reason
He hated everyone but couldn’t hurt a child
Yet
The man just played with you until your family got there
Tommy stormed the castle and made sure that harm came onto everyone there
You got home safely and just clung onto Wilbur for dear life
𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
Wilbur hated bringing you into battle
So you were with Nikki most of the time
When Nikki was busy one day
That was the day eret had planned to betray Lmanburg
You were wrapped in fundys jacket hiding on the sidelines watching as they yelled at each other
Tubbo ran to grab you when dream was ready to let out the tnt
He was determined to make sure you weren’t going to loose another life
So when you were brought to the final control room
Eret placed his crown on your head
The bodies of your dad, brother, and uncles laid down turning into dust
Blood still stained the walls
You screamed so loudly when your dad was being killed
You were taken back to the smp land for the day and brought back later
That was currently the most traumatic thing in your life besides dying
𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫
You stood next to your brother proudly watching Tommy face dream
Chanting out his name
One.. Two.. three..
“Most disputes die and no one shoots”
Four.. five.. six..
“Pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in”
seven, eight, nine..
“Summon all the courage you require”
Tommy looked at all of you, his eyes lingering on both you and Wilbur
He knew you were looking up to him
Your uncle, the one you can come to for anything
He won’t let you down
“Number Ten paces! Fire!”
When the arrow left dreams bow it was aimed to Tommy’s heart
Tommy’s bow shot to the sky
You screamed in horror watching him die for the second time
Crying in fundys chest as he held you close
but you got your independence in the end
The only thing you knew
You hated dream
𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜
You were a lot older then when the war first started
Not exactly a teenager but close enough
You were happy when new people moved to the smp
Your father was unsteady about the new people
Unsure how he completely felt about this Quackity and Schlatt
Then the idea of an election happened
You were all for it! Hell becoming the president made you feel great about yourself
Almost ready to attack when Quackity joined with George
They used you for votes
“Hey vote for Wilbur soot and tommy innit! Look we have a cute child”
Tommy pinched your cheeks and you cringed in disgust
They used you a lot in debates against the other team
“You want to hurt such a small little being? How could you!”
You were exhilarated seeing fundy and Nikki join the campaign
Not the fondest of fundy still but he was still your brother
And you and Nikki were really good friends already
So when it came to voting and schlatt taking George’s spot
You helped Nikki and Fundy write a whole lot of fake votes
“Cant we go to jail for this?”
“no.”
You just shrugged continuing to write
The second that the names were called you were on the edge of your seat
Shining with the Lmanburg uniform proudly
“Pog 2020 lost to Schaltt 2020 by 1%”
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt yourself jumping out of the chair
“Take that back!”
Except nobody listened to you
Your voice was undermined by the tens of other adults in the room
“First things first.. My first declaration as the president of this country is,”
Schlatt maybe over passed dream on the hate list
“To revoke citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!”
Tears started forming at the brim of your eyes
You ran with Wilbur trying to get out od the assassins clutches
Holding back the pain as your father was shot and killed by punz
Instead shooting the man the middle finger just like Tommy told you
The next thing to do was find a home..
Since now yours is gone
Forever it may be
𝐏𝗼𝐠𝐭𝗼𝐩𝐢𝐚
You were disgusted by the ravine you had found yourselves sheltered in
But making sure that no remeninse of scars were on Wilbur
There wasn’t thankfully, somehow
You helped Wilbur mine out a little room in the ravine
Wilbur wanted to keep you secluded from the pains from the world
But he failed
All of you got a wardrobe change
You were sad to see your old uniform go
Keeping it safely hidden in your ender chest
When Tommy brought home Technoblade
You weren’t very amused
“Why is your hair pink?”
That’s the first thing you said to your uncle whom you hadn’t seen in years
“Why are you a kid? An orphan eh?”
“Frankly enough, at this very moment I wish I was.”
Wilbur was quick to rush you away from the man
But you saw the faint smile on his lips
Tho he’s never admit it
You had grown closer to techno, helping him out a bit
But you also slowly watched your father go insane
You tried to deny it, telling yourself false lies
Trying to escape the truth it may be
So when dream came around for the first time and agreed to help the group
You just felt terrible
You had hated that man with your whole heart, so did Tommy
Your dad started drifting away but helping you close at the same time
As insane he may be your always coming first
That’s why he introduced the idea of blowing up Lmanburg
“Don you realize N/n! It isn’t ours.. We won’t feel safe there again”
It pained you to face the truth, but he was right
So tnt it was
The festival came around sooner or later
Listening in with Wilbur and Tommy ontop of the space station
“Wilbur come on, we can save it. We can get our Lmanburg back!”
Tommy was so against the idea of destroying his only home
Worried he wouldn’t feel welcomed anywhere else
But he was wrong
The walls were torn down
The walls which were built around to protect us
To protect you and fundy
Oh fundy, your brother
He helped tear down those walls with a smile on his face
Like everything Wilbur did wasn’t for the both of you!
Any relationship that may have developed during the first war had now been tarnished
“Enjoy the festivities!”
The code word was said and Wilbur rushed to go blow the place up
Horrified you watched as techno brutally slaughtered Tubbo with no remorse
The button didn’t work and now your running back to pogtopia
Death rained upon any step Lmanburg took
It needs to be gone
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫
You stood with everyone
Shocked to see how techno was prepared for action
It felt like years had passed since you’ve lost Lmanburg
Going crazy down in that damn ravine
But now your decked out in Neitherite armor prepared for action
You still wanted to blow it up tho
Just give Tommy a little glimpse of it
You laughed at the silly chant, worried why your dad isn’t wearing any armor
“You don’t need it, remember there’s a law against armor”
You felt bad breaking such an old rule
But for what we’re coming you’d need it
“They’ve got the high ground!”
Sweat dripped from your forehead but dream finally surrendered
So you all stood around Schlatts dying figure
“Flatly patty”
The man just died
A heart attack in the middle of the war
You weren’t complaining tho, just offs the workload
So when you clapped and cheered as Tubbo accepted the role of president
You didn’t notice your fathers disappearance
Distracted as techno spawned withers ghastly creatures
Ones only told in myths of legends who faced them
Three heads, heartless and cold. Told to destroy everything in its path and kill everything you hold dear
It was worse seeing them rather then in fairy tales
You had no clue what to do
That was until your vision caught up to the sight infront of you
A strange man shot a sword right through your fathers chest
And the ground beneath you began to crumble
Pain was all you felt watching the one who held you close at night leave you in thin dust
Who said “I’ll protect you!”
Being the one who’s hurting you at most
The injuries you had sustained from the wither and the explosion hasn’t mattered
The only person you could feel comfort you was the same women you trusted with your life
And throughout the chaos around you just hugged her keeping her close
“Nikki he’s gone”
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And that is part one of Wilburs child! This post became way too damn long with just purely head cannons. So part two will include ghostbur, exile, and alivebur
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if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!
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warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence
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Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.
“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.
“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”
“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.
“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”
“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”
“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”
“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.
“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”
“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”
“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”
Ah, fuck.
“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.
“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”
“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”
Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.
“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.
“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”
“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.
____
“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.
“What could I possibly get you?”
“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.
“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”
“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."
“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.
“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”
He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.
“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”
He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.
“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”
“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically. “Top tier comedian right there.”
“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”
“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.
“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.
“It’s none of your busi-”
“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”
His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.
“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.
“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.
“I’m literally asking you.”
“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.
“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”
“Like Pandora’s Box?”
“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”
He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.
“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.
“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.
“Sir, you’re a geriatric."
“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.
“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”
He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”
“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”
“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”
“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”
“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.
“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”
“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”
“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”
“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.
“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.
“I want this to get over before this evening.”
“What time’s your date?”
“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.
“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”
“Five o’clock, now let go.”
“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.
“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up.
You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.
A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.
“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.
Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.
“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.
“I told you; bad luck in a box.”
“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”
“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”
He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.
“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”
He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.
“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.
“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”
He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.
____
Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.
He isn’t used to having his weekends free.
He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.
His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.
It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.
The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.
He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.
He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.
He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.
“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.
They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.
He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.
The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.
Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.
He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.
Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.
He was sure he picked it up.
He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.
This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.
Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.
His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.
“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”
“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.
See? Good luck.
He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.
He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.
He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.
He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.
He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.
He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.
“Is everything okay?”
Fuck.
He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.
“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”
He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.
He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.
He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.
He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.
His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.
Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.
The box.
He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.
Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.
He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.
Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.
He fucking trips again.
“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”
He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.
Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.
No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.
He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.
There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.
There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.
There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.
The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.
Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.
The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.
He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.
“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.
He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.
“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”
Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.
The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.
It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.
The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.
Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.
The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.
He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.
Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.
Motherfu-
He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.
“James?”
“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”
“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.
“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."
“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.
“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.
“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.
“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.
“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”
“You must be really dehydrated."
Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”
He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.
“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”
He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.
“I, uh,-”
“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.
“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.
His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.
However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.
He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.
“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.
“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”
He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.
“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”
“She mentioned that you like movies.” He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”
It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.
He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.
But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.
He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.
“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”
Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”
He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.
He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.
He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.
Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.
It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.
Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.
He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.
He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.
Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.
The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.
The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?
His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.
The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.
When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.
There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.
He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.
But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.
The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.
“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.
“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”
When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-
“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”
“I need you to fix whatever this is.”
“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.
There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.
The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.
The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.
He should have known. He should have fucking known.
Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.
In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.
It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?
There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.
It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.
But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.
He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.
The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.
His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.
“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”
He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”
“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.
It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.
“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.
“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”
“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”
He hesitates. “I guess?”
“Was she nice?”
“Yeah.” Where was this going.
“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”
“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”
“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”
“Just fix it.”
“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.
He waits for you to do something.
You flick him on the forehead.
“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”
What.
He says exactly what he’s thinking.
You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”
Huh?
“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”
He’s confused.
“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”
“The shoelaces?”
“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”
His face scrunches in puzzlement.
“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”
He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.
“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”
“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”
He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.
“What about the fucking geese?”
You pause for a second. “The geese?”
“And the elevator.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”
“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”
“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”
“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”
“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”
He nods briskly.
“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”
“Perfume?”
“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”
“It wasn’t an inator?”
“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.
“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.
“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”
“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?
“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.
Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.
“Wait here a second.”
You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.
“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."
He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.
You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.
He reluctantly extends it towards you.
“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”
You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.
“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”
“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”
“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”
He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”
“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”
“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”
He scoffs. “Thanks.”
You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.
He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.
“Bucky.”
He turns around.
There’s a hint of a smile on your face.
“Take the stairs.”
He doesn’t have to be told twice.
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#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#mcu fic#bucky fic#bucky barnes fic#bucky fluff#bucky barnes fluff#bucky angst#bucky barnes angst#harmless fic#winter soldier x reader#Winter Soldier#bucky barnes#bucky
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Asleep in Your Arms - Techno x Reader
Characters: c!Techno x gn!Reader
Summary: While a blizzard outside rages, you find comfort in Techno’s arms. He tells you a story to help relax you, and you end up asleep in his arms. Not having the heart to wake you so he could go to his Syndicate meeting, he sleeps with you.
Warnings: None!
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Could you maybe write a small thing about short reader (like 5’) feeling safe in Techno’s arms and maybe falling asleep on his lap before a syndicate meeting and not having the heart to wake you up so he lets you cuddle him during the meeting??
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Note: Aww I’m 5’ 5” and this really speaks to me… When I get stressed, I just feel the need to melt into someone’s arms (preferably Techno’s) and sleep. Also I hate being woken up so i would appreciate him being so careful lmao. I couldn’t figure out a way to make the meeting happen so I hope this will do! Also, the story that he tells isn’t mine, I just heard it a lot when I was a kid, so I decided to write that one instead of straight up copy and pasting something else—
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To Techno, this was just another bad storm, but to you, it was one of the scariest parts of living with him. The only thing that could make the blizzard go away was his warmth. Even though this was your second storm by now, you still weren't used to the sounds. Snow was supposed to be soft and fluffy, but buzzards were far from that and far from anything you'd experienced before.
“When is this going to be over?”
Techno continued to look out the window at the blinding white storm. “I think it’s going to be a while. I don’t think it’s going to let up anytime soon.”
You sighed and put your hands to your face. You prided yourself on being a well composed person, but when it came to storms, something deep in your animal brain wanted to make you hide forever. Your instincts weren’t well-founded when it came to the blizzards, but Techno comforted you nonetheless.
He closed the curtain and walked over to where you were sitting, kneeling to your level and taking your hands off of your face to look you in the eye.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” He cooed, “It’s just a storm, it can’t hurt you in here.”
“I know…” He stood and sat next to you on the plush couch, the cushions sinking in as he did so. He put his arm around your shoulders and invited you to lean into him.
“C’mere,” He said, motioning for you to move closer, “Sit with me.”
You complied, just as the storm picked up once again. You scooted over into his lap, leaning your head on his chest. Compared to the 6’5” giant, you were an infant. He was nearly one and a half feet taller than you, and even though you were used to people being taller than you, it always felt different with him. With some people, it was intimidating, sometimes patronizing. With Techno, you always felt at home, like he was the iron giant looking after you. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.
“Do you want me to tell you a story?” He asked. It was always comforting when he did that.
“Yeah…” You mumbled, shutting your eyes.
“Alright,” He cleared his throat and began:
“There once was a wealthy farmer who had three sons; Henry, Oliver, and Prince were their names. By the time he was seventy, he was on his deathbed, and he had to decide which son to give the farm to. When his sons asked who he wanted to receive it, he replied: ‘Whoever passes my test will be the one to own the farm when I die.’ The boys leaned in closer in anticipation for the challenge, ‘I will give you each twenty-five cents. I want you all to use that money to fill a room in the house completely. Buy whatever you need at the market, but do not go over budget.’
The boys understood the assignment, but were confused as to why he wanted them to do that instead of more conventional means. He could have just chosen one of them at random, one proposed, but the old man smiled and said, ‘I have my reasons, now go.’
And so they did. At the market, Henry bought the cheapest, biggest things he could find. He bought thin boxes, thinking he could fill the room with them, since they were so bulky. With the twenty-some boxes he bought, he could only fill half the room, and so he lost the farm.
Oliver was next, and initially, he thought he would be able to hire people to crowd into the house and maybe bring some friends, but no one was interested in what little money he could offer them. He came up with another plan, his father wouldn’t know if he bought above his budget, and so he bought the boxes off of Henry, and then some more. Henry charged him his full twenty-five cents, knowing Oliver was bound to lose with those boxes. Instead, when Henry went into the room they were supposed to fill, he saw a few extra wheels of cheese which blocked the entrance, meaning the room had been filled. Seeing this, he notified his father. Oliver had cheated, and so he would not get the property.
Lastly, Prince skipped into town. He was the youngest out of all of his siblings, only twelve years old at the time. He saw what his other brothers did and took note. He figured there’d be no way to fill the room with any physical objects, and so he came up with a different idea. He bought a candle and a match, with two cents to spare. When he got home and lit the candle, the room filled with light, and he explained it to his brothers.
They refused to think that their father would consider the room filled, but Prince insisted he’d stayed within the rules, and lo and behold, the father was ecstatic.
‘My dear Prince, the farm is yours! Unlike your brother Henry, you were able to fill the room. I never specified what to fill it with, and Henry just assumed that he would have to fill it with physical objects, which is not the case. You also outsmarted your brother Oliver, who had no sense of the rules and threw his chances away by cheating. You were the only one to stick to the rules and accomplish the task, I’m proud of you.’”
Techno finished the story he’d told you many times, knowing it was your favorite. You’d talked about it before, referring to it as a ‘lateral thinking puzzle’ or something along those lines. Techno had bought a whole book of them for times like these, when you were stressed. He’d go over them with you and he especially had fun poking holes in them, finding other ways to get to the desired end.
He was about to say one of his usual quips about the story when he noticed you let out a light snore. You were asleep in his lap, his arms around you, protecting you from the storm outside. He smiled, I am not gonna make it to the meeting today, am I? He thought to himself. The voices answered half-heartedly, still discussing how long they thought you’d been asleep for. He didn’t have the heart to wake you, and so he sat there with you until eventually he fell asleep, too.
#elias original#c!techno x reader#c!technoblade x reader#technoblade x reader#techno x reader#Eli sleep#dsmp#dreamsmp#dsmp x reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt#Technoblade#i have a new computer so shit might be off lmao sorry
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heeeello🤸🏻♂️ I saw your baji headcanons and theyre so good!! and blame the preview of the valhalla arc BUT the chifuyu brainrot is real man
can i request chifuyu with an s/o (like, a little shy but so gentle with everyone that makes him see stars:c kinda thing…) and basically their story together?? how they meet and how the things went from there, please! (also, i’m just gonna let this here: his s/o would be scared shitless w the entire Toman at the beginning)
thank u❣️
hi there! :)
bro i know how you fEEL. the brainrot is sO real and i can't wait to see more of chifuyu animated.
so, as for your request, i thought that this was super cute, so i made the initial meeting more of a scenario. i'm not really sure if i did this request correctly, though. if not, i apologize. not only am i questioning how in-character i wrote him, i was a bit confused on whether the "seeing stars" was good or bad, so i gave my own take on it. also, since there was not a gender (fem, male, g/n, etc) specified, i defaulted to she/her pronouns, something that i talked about in my rules. regardless, i hope you enjoy it! 🤍
When Chifuyu turned at the sound of a familiar voice shouting his name from afar, he’d expected to see Takemichi with that bright bleach-blond hair and Hina with that polite smile always set in place. But he didn’t expect to see a second girl step from behind Hina, and he didn’t expect her to be so… so… he didn’t even know how to describe her.
The fading light of the sunset cast a warm glow upon her complexion, softening and subduing her features with hazy brushstrokes of oranges and scarlets. Her smile was benevolent, and her gaze swept across her surroundings with a tinge of mellow pleasure. Chifuyu’s smile froze at the sight of her. She was beautiful. It was evident in the way she walked, the way she touched Hina’s shoulder to chat amicably with her, and the elegant bow of her neck as she kept her head low with an air of reserved humility.
Oh, no. Chifuyu began to sweat nervously. He focused his attention on Takemichi in a piss-poor attempt at masking his anxiety, forcing himself to flash a carefree smile. “You’re late, Takemichi! Where’ve you been?”
“Sorry! That was my fault!” Hina’s apologetic bow was awkward due to her having one hand clutching her friend’s arm. “I was having some trouble with my hair.”
“Don’t sweat it.” Chifuyu dismissed breezily. He took a moment to gather himself before he turned his attention toward the girl Hina had been towing along behind her. “Who is this?” He did his best to keep his tone casual.
“Ah, her?” Hina grinned, tugging her friend toward to stand beside her. The stranger kept her head turned and her eyes focused on Takemichi’s shirt collar; and, blame it on the sunset, but Chifuyu thought he noticed a bit more color in her cheeks now that she was closer to him. It was probably a stretch, but was there a possibility that she was just as nervous as him? No way. Maybe? “This is (Reader). She was stuck with nothing to do this evening, so I thought I would bring her along so that I wouldn’t be stuck third-wheeling you two.” She teased.
It was somewhat true. Chifuyu had invited Takemichi to go out to eat with him, and Hina had only been added to the group about an hour before the time they were supposed to meet up. Then, somewhere along the way, three turned into four.
“Oh… hello.” Wow, even her voice was soft. But at least now she was looking at him. There was a friendly yet slightly timid smile on her lips, and she was fully facing him, showing no signs of disinterest--at least, none that he picked up on from reading manga. “My name is (Reader)--ah, wait, Hina just said that.” She winced with an awkward laugh. Suddenly, it clicked in Chifuyu’s mind: she really was nervous, just like he thought. Some of his confidence now restored, his shoulders relaxed, and he assumed a more casual and nonchalant stance.
“My name is Chifuyu Matsuno.” This time, he didn’t have to fight as hard to keep his voice steady. Sure, her presence was still intimidating and he felt a tad bit nauseous, but at least he knew that he wasn’t the only one feeling a bit pressured. Plus, if he played his cards right, he might even survive the interaction without making a fool of himself.
But he forgot one important thing.
Luck was never really on his side.
“It’s really nice to meet y—oh!” When she stooped to bow cordially, a coin tumbled from her coat pocket and clattered to the ground near the toe of her shoe.
Chifuyu instinctively bent forward to pick it up, but it turned out that the girl had the same idea. The top of his head collided with something soft, and he immediately flushed crimson and jolted backward without pausing to hypothesize about what it could be. He’s seen enough manga to know what he just touched. “Sorry!” But before he could stand up straight and apologize, he was jerked to a halt and pain abruptly spiderwebbed across his scalp. He barely managed to choke back a curse. What the hell? Is something stuck in my hair? He hadn’t the slightest clue what was happening, but what he did know was that his forehead was hovering dangerously close to your chest, and if this wasn’t fixed in the next couple seconds, he was going to combust.
“Oh, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to bend forward!” Judging by the quiver in your voice, you were just as distraught as he was. “Hold still. Your hair is caught in my necklace.”
Ah, that made sense.
All Chifuyu could do was wait restlessly in this embarrassingly compromising position while Takemichi and Hina babbled on and on to each other in their own little world. They were blissfully unaware of the dire situation at hand; and, as much as Chifuyu wanted to escape, he thought it was better that they didn’t know. He didn’t need Takemichi bringing it up later in front of the guys.
“Here, you can stand up now, but don’t go too far. All I did was take off the necklace.” Chifuyu didn’t need to be told twice. He instantly backed away from her, his face now beet-red with shame and eyes looking everywhere but at her. This is the worst day of his life. That’s it. His life is over. This is the single most embarrassing situation he’s ever been in. Did he wash his hair? Did he double-check that he was wearing clean clothes? Oh God, what if she thinks I’m a creep?
The girl before him had her hand raised to hold onto the necklace, which was still very much tangled in his hair. She wasn’t paying him any attention and was concentrating purely on remedying the current issue. Her eyebrows were knit together and her forehead was creased, leaving Chifuyu to marvel at the raw, undisturbed focus sobering her formerly meek, gentle expression.
Her fingers combed through his locks with a tenderness that caught him completely off guard. Her hands were deft and took great care in separating his hair from the pendant, something that he wouldn’t have the patience to do himself. His scalp was already pretty sensitive as it was, but with her fingertips dancing over it to neatly smooth his locks back into place, he knew that a good five minutes of her ministrations would have him knocked the fuck out. As it turned out, she was just as gentle as she looked.
“There we go!” She smiled triumphantly and stepped away from him. She lifted her hands to secure her necklace around her neck. “I didn’t pull or anything, right? Did it hurt?”
“No! Uh, no…” Chifuyu nervously rubbed at the nape of his neck. “No, you were fine. So, um, sorry… about that. That was my fault. I didn’t mean to… yeah.” He recalled the sensation of his head landing on her chest, and heat bloomed in his face at the memory. She totally thinks I’m a creep. His ears burned. Then, he spotted her coin still laying flat on the concrete, abandoned in the heat and desperation of the moment. “So, um… about that coin… Do you want me to grab it?”
Then, much to his surprise, she began to laugh. All Chifuyu could do was stand there, frozen with confusion and mind whirling with a million and one different assumptions about what the source of her amusement is--most of them concluding that she’s laughing at him. He subconsciously pulled his hands into the sleeves of his hoodie and averted his eyes to stare blankly into the distance. I need to stop talking.
“Yes, please.” Chifuyu’s eyes widened and his head angled back to her. Her eyes glistened with mirth--that much was obvious. But when Chifuyu peered a bit harder, he noticed an underlying fondness swimming amidst her tears of laughter. Her smile didn’t harbor the slightest glimmer of ill-intent nor was sullied by the tiniest drop of spite. It was real, genuine, and radiant in the setting sun. “You’re funny, Chifuyu.”
“Hey, guys! Are you coming?” His moment of sweet relief was interrupted by Hina, who was apparently no longer engrossed in her conversation with Takemichi, but now surveying him and his unlikely companion with raised eyebrows and a small smile.
“Come on!” The girl strolled past him, offering a warm smile. “We wouldn’t want to fall behind!”
Huh. Maybe luck was actually on his side for once.
chifuyu is so enamored with you
due to your kind nature and chifuyu’s romantic attraction to you, you serve as his source of comfort. you’re the one that he goes to after fights, seeking your nurturing touch to bandage his wounds and lull his adrenaline-fueled, fiery temper into a more tranquil state. initially, he hadn’t wanted to involve you in toman’s violence and kept his vice-captain status a secret out of fear that you would either leave him or try to convince him to abandon toman.
so, when he showed up at your doorstep a couple months into your relationship as a last resort since he was too dizzy and gripped with pain to make it to his own home, he’d expected you to reprimand him and regard him with horror. but his apology--the one he rehearsed all the way to your house--died on his lips when you simply guided him into your home and silently went to work remedying his injuries. you didn’t ask questions. you didn’t pull away from his tentative, questioning touch to your knee. all you said in response was, “you can explain later. just rest for now.”
when he informed you about his history and place in toman, you were quiet. his stomach twisted into knots, awaiting your inevitable request to break up. you quietly asked him if he was happy there, and he nodded, explaining that his best friends were also members. “then, okay,” you breathed deeply. “just promise me that you’ll be careful, chifuyu. okay?”
that was enough for him to deflate with relief. his exhausted body finally received the green light to tip forward and fall against you with his forehead resting against your shoulder. he let out a heavy sigh that feathered across your chest. you didn’t hate him, thank god. you gazed down at him with fondness and concern, running your fingers through his blonde locks and softly advising him to take it easy for a couple days.
in the beginning of your relationship, chifuyu was easily flustered and a bit stiff when it came to accepting and growing accustomed to your affections. the unconditional tenderness with which you treated him frequently caught him off guard and made him freeze up, as embarrassed as he was to admit it. however, over time, he grew to expect your chaste caresses and gentle embraces. rather than laugh awkwardly or turn away to hide his blush, he started to subconsciously lean against you whenever you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, grin cheekily whenever you angled his face down with a hand to plant a kiss on his cheek, and find comfort in you tracing a random assortment of shapes on the back of his hand.
given your compassionate and unprejudiced personality, chifuyu didn’t feel a heavy sense of awkwardness looming over him when he started reciprocating. he knew you wouldn’t tease him or make fun of him for the fleeting touches he tentatively brushed over your knee or how sweaty his palms were when he first held your hand. you made it easy for him to want to touch you. but despite the barrier of awkwardness having been removed, he was still nervous as all hell. you were still a beautiful girl that could easily have her pick of plenty of guys, after all.
he prefers linking arms rather than holding hands. that way, not only does he cut down on the risk of losing you in a crowd, but you can’t slip away from him whenever you want to pet a dog. sorry, sis, but chifuyu’s going with you :)
he’s that boyfriend that will nonchalantly tug you by the waist to switch places on the sidewalk so that he can be closer to the street, and then wonder why tf you’re red in the face. like bitch—
the wild part is that he deadass doesn’t have a clue. you look out for him so often, he just wanted you to be as safe as possible in his presence, which meant having you walk on the side further from the road. it’s something he read on the internet when he first got into a relationship with you, but you didn’t hear that from me 👀
god forbid he finds out how flustered it makes you.
when he gets comfortable in the relationship, chifuyu will touch you without knowing it. he’ll rest his hand atop yours in the middle of a conversation with someone else, lazily tap his fingers on your knee when he’s waiting for something, and absent-mindedly let his hand linger on your shoulder after guiding you out of someone’s path. he’ll be so chill about it, too. he finds comfort in feeling the quiet drum of your pulse and the warmth of your skin, so it becomes natural for him to reach out to you every now and then for no reason at all other than that he feels a subconscious urge to do so. if you mention it to him, he may be a bit sheepish at first, but soon after he’ll brush it off and continue with whatever it is he had been doing. you’re his girlfriend, after all. at this stage, he shouldn’t have to be embarrassed about being affectionate toward you.
he’s not one for a lot of pda, but it’s a different story in private. he likes to be the one to hold you, whether it be by being the big spoon, having you on his lap, or having an arm draped over your shoulders to tuck you into his side. it’s not that he’s super picky, it’s just that he prefers positions that allow him to exercise a latent sense of protection and control that he traded in favor of you bandaging his wounds and coddling him whenever he shows up after a brawl. in his eyes, it’s a two-way street. maybe it’s his pride talking, but he believes that you shouldn’t be tasked with watching over him without receiving time to let go and relax in return.
still, there are times where he’ll want to be babied, but he usually won’t ask for it or make a move to express his desires. normally, he’ll just sit there fidgeting and glancing at you every now and then, waiting for you to make the first move and wondering if it would be weird of him to initiate it. but as soon as you take him into your arms, he’ll relax and doze off to the gentle vibrations in your chest as you murmur to him about your day. hell, you could read the fucking phone book to him and he would still eat that shit up. mans just likes to hear you talk
when he’s laying on your chest half-asleep, please please PLEASE massage his scalp and lightly scratch his back with your fingernails. he loves it holy shIT. it's just so soothing to him. if you brush his bangs out of the way to kiss his forehead and whisper “my pretty boy” against his skin, he’ll mumble something intelligible and tighten his grip on you, his cheeks brightening with the prettiest shade of scarlet.
lmao he’s still annoying, though. he’ll squish and pinch at your cheeks whenever you space out just to see your startled expression, laughing when you whine about how he’s bullying you. knowing that you aren’t a fan of raising your voice, he’ll repeatedly yell “what?” whenever you shout something to him from another room, even if he heard you the first time. and, when you’re having a bad day, he’ll “purchase you a one-way ticket to sweatertown” and proceed to pull that big-ass sweatshirt of his over your head to trap you against him until you’re either laughing, telling him to stop, or staying silently wrapped up in his embrace until you’re ready to talk
he absolutely talks about you to his close friends. he likes to brag about you, knowing good and well that most of his friends are single😭 but more seriously, he likes talking about your achievements and how cool he thinks you are. he casually mentions you in conversations so often that it’s become a habit--so much of a habit that baji is lowkey ready to strangle him. chifuyu doesn’t mean to be annoying, though. his brain just interrupts his train of thought mid-conversation like, “oh, yeah, (reader) found a stray cat there” or “(reader) taught me about that” and he happens to say it out loud
when he discovered that peke j. had an affinity for you, he was thrilled. you guys could be cat parents together!! :D he loves walking into the bedroom after a long day and seeing you asleep on his bed with a black ball of fur curled snugly against your stomach. it makes his heart feel warm, especially when, upon hearing him enter the room, you stir from your slumber long enough to lethargically extend a hand in his direction. and who is he to turn down your unspoken invitation?
chifuyu is definitely protective of you. he’s pretty laid-back and rational, so he usually prefers to sit back and observe the entire situation before interfering, but that doesn’t mean he won’t clock a bitch for getting too handsy with you or make up an excuse to steer you away from people who want to take advantage of your caring nature. he knows someone like you is fresh meat in the eyes of the wicked. he admires your tendency to see the good in the world and treat everyone with kindness; and, he loves how generous and warm you are to those around you. but sometimes, your gentleness and compassion toward others can land you in a compromising position. sometimes, boys mistake your goodwill for flirting, or you become close enough to the point that chifuyu actually feels a twinge of jealousy.
he hates himself for feeling that way. he knows that you would never cheat on him, nor would you ever willingly put yourself in a position that you know could give the wrong impression. you aren’t like that. you’re just really, really nice, and he appreciates that about you. he does. he really does. but he can’t always pluck free that nagging thorn of envy digging into his side.
when you first met toman, it was a whole ordeal. you’d expressed an interest in meeting his friends after hearing so many hilarious stories about them, and he wanted to take you to one of toman’s meetings. however, he knew that you were somewhat shy, so the chances of your interactions with them ending well were slim. still, he agreed to take you.
when you met them, you were terrified as fuck LMFAO
like HELLO???
this is toman we’re talking about. it’s no surprise you’d be intimidated. you were too nervous to enter the horde of gang members. they were all clad in matching black uniforms that made their combat-sharpened eyes and wicked grins seem that much more prominent, both their motorcycles and their voices were loud as all hell, and some of them were twice your size.
no fucking way. nuh-uh.
chifuyu had to take you home SKJGLDLS
chifuyu suggested meeting with his friends in a more controlled environment in a smaller group, which you agreed to. you discovered that while they were violent and harsh to enemies, they actually weren’t bad people. well, except for nahoya. even to this day, you don’t know wtf is going on in his mind.
you still stuck to chifuyu’s side like glue, only separating when you would zone out and he would accidentally walk off without you, leaving you to hastily return to his side. you only allowed yourself to be more open toward them with your kindness in chifuyu’s presence. you felt safer with him around; and, knowing how much chifuyu cared for them, you’d resolved to win his friends’ favor. you wanted to show your boyfriend that you were determined to be an active part of his life and get along with his friends, regardless of how much they intimidated you. you were aware of chifuyu's reservations about you becoming acquainted with such a brutish group of people, and you wanted him to be proud of you for stepping out of your comfort zone.
chifuyu didn’t know this, however. all he saw was the sparkle in your eye when you chattered on and on about god knows what with baji, how gentle you were when you mindlessly plucked a leaf from nahoya’s curly hair, and how quickly you offered to dispose of mikey’s candy wrapper after he popped the contents into his mouth. chifuyu felt a tad bit uneasy. he was glad that you were getting along with them, but...
suddenly, he started to wonder if--now that you’ve seen his friends and were provided with more options--you preferred one of his friends over him.
he wouldn’t be shocked if that were the case. while he doesn’t think you would sneak around behind his back, he would understand if you wanted an upgrade. he knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend around, nor was he always the quickest to catch on and be attentive. those were things that he knew guys like mitsuya or baji could offer you, but not him.
so, you can imagine how surprised chifuyu was when he nonchalantly questioned his friends about their impressions of you, and they all agreed that you were nice, but…
pretty much all you talked about was him.
according to them, you kept going on and on about how great of a boyfriend he was, how he picked some really cool friends, and about how much you loved him.
chifuyu’s heart swelled. it was foolish of him to ever think that you would spare a passing glance at anyone else with the same loving eyes you regard him with. he wished he understood that earlier on, but he also acknowledged that it was an obstacle that he had to overcome in its own time. not every relationship is perfect, but he’s willing to endure the ups and downs of young love and flourish alongside you.
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