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auxiliuno · 1 year

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I love how you wrote my last request so here's another. I feel manic but dogshit lately so please gib angst.

König and ex gf Y/N bump into each other again at a German cafe after so many yrs. Lil happy catch up over coffee (that Y/N prolly initiates bc knowing König). They had a good relationship but shit didn't work out as young peeps. She lives abroad now and just returned to town to visit family, so as much as the relationship was rly special, it's old and unrealistic and both are just happy to know the other is doing great.

Then days after, he lowkey wants a friendly chat again but finds out that she died in a car accident. Now König doesn't know if he wants to cry or not, and if he should visit (he prolly will). Gawd it's a whole level of sad when it fits upbeat music. Song reference? Alexa, play Never Forget You by Noisettes.

And thank you, have a good day.

Hello! Thank you for requesting from me again, I'm really happy you enjoyed my first writing! 💗 I hope you feel better soon darling :( ik how it feels to be in a bad place so I'm sending you lots of love! XOXO 💝

König x ex!reader

Hurt/angst

Sfw

Tw: mentions of death and car accidents, funeral, crying, cursing

How long has it been? 2 years, 3 years? No, definitely more than that

The time you spent with that boy washed away like sand on the seashore

Memories fade, as do old relationships

You just never thought you'd see him again

On a trip back to your hometown, to visit your family

You go to your favorite café, the one you always went to before you went to work abroad

The smell and atmosphere of the café brings back so many memories, of good and bad, happy and sad

Nostalgia is truly a weird thing

As if he knew you were nostalgic, he was sitting at a small table, in the back of the café, looking over it

That's when his eyes meet yours

Both of you freeze momentarily; time seems to stop

None of you dare to move, waiting for the other to initiate the first move

Like how it was, and always had been, you were the braver one

You started your way to him

He shifts, clearly startled by your sudden eagerness

"Hey, is this seat taken?"

"No"

Well then that's your que

You sit down across him; time seems to go by painfully slow. You both don't dare to look in each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. Having to take the lead again, you part your mouths to say what he didn't have the courage to say. "How have you been König?". He seems even more disturbed by your friendliness, shifting in his seat; he answers: "I've been fine, you?". A bit more comfortable now, you decide to be more open about what you've been up to, despite the fact that you both had history.

"Well, you know, just been working, doing the adult stuff....paying taxes and shit." You try to be a bit funny, but you think you sound awkward to him. He smiles, he missed this old you, you've never changed ever since you were children; that takes him back to his younger days, with you. You continue on: "I found a good job abroad, and it pays well. It's also a job that I've always wanted to have.". "I know, you've always been adventurous, wanting to get away from this small town.". You nod, surprised that he somehow still remembers that about you.

"What about you? What have you been up to? You ask curiosly. Truth be told, he had grown up and looked way different from the young boy you used to know, but his personality didn't seem to change much; his body was just a man now. A handsome man at that. You briefly wondered if he was seeing someone else know, but quickly remind yourself that it's not what you're here for. He's just an old friend you knew.

"I got the military job I wanted." Swiftly, he meets your eyes for a second to see any sign of admiration or fondness for his new job. He thought that maybe joining the army would make him more scary, more manly, less of the young and dumb boy he once was. Yet your expression never wavered, but you seemed proud of him. He was fine with that. "That's really great König! I can't imagine the hard and tough training you went through to join the army, I'm very proud of you." Your answer was so genuine and kind. It made his heart ache a little. Just a little... "Yeah, I'm happy you think that." Wow, what a conversation killer you thought. Seems like you still need to take the lead, even in a conversation.

"So...." You start slowly, pleading him with your eyes, to say something too. "So, why are you back here?" He asked, genuinely, he was curious; he hadn't seen you in such a long time, didn't hear from you either, and now you just suddenly show up? And he happens to see you? Fate must have set you guys up, again. Dumbfounded, you answer: "I'm just back to see my family, I miss them a lot, and this town, even if I acted like I wanted to get out of it. I never thought that I could miss it so much, or maybe I just missed the memories I made here." Wow. What a deep answer. Were you also thinking of him when you said the memories you missed? Does that mean you missed him? Part of the reason why he was in this particular café today was because he missed you.

He missed the memories you both made here, the numerous dates you guys had here. He just didn't expect to see you. Lady luck really smiled on him today, so why does it feel like he's fucking it up? What does he lack? What's wrong with him? Hadn't he grown into a better man now? Older and wiser, kinder and smarter? You break his train of thought when you suddenly tell him that it was time for you to go, you still had family to visit. He silently curses himself for letting you sit in silence with him, when he had this chance to talk to you again. He just mods politely, tells you that it was nice to see you again, and maybe you both should go out to catch up again sometime. You nod and agree: "Here's my number if you want to contact me König." Althought taken aback by your boldness, he eagerly takes your number. "Here's mine. See you here, same time, same place, in two days?" You agree and say your goodbyes to him, little did he know, he should've cherished this time better, as it would be the last time he ever got to see and hear you again.

The two days went by so slow. He was still processing the fact that he actually got to see you again. "Should I wear something nicer today?" He thought. "No, it's just a casual talk over coffee. Nothing special." He opted for a white button-up shirt and rolled up the sleeves, paired with dark jeans and leather shoes. At least he looked presentable enough. At the same time as yesterday, he drove to the café. He sat down in the sane spot as yesterday, patiently waiting for you. After he waited around 20 minutes, he decided to text you."Hey y/n, are you okay? I'm waiting at the café for you. If you are running late, it's okay, just lmk." Simple, yet to the point. He waited about 10 minutes for you to reply or call him, but there was nothing. Anxiously, his thoughts started to waver and think the worst. Maybe it was your plan all along, to get him to trust you, and then to hurt him like this. No, you wouldn't do that; you never were that kind of person. He knew he needed to stop being so insecure and worried, so instead, he decided to drive to your family to check on you instead.

It was a short drive, from the café to your family house, which he remembered was on a small but peaceful street. Driving by, he saw it; it was the same as he remembered in his teenage days; small yet cozy, you had a younger brother that most likely already moved out too. The house had all sorts of flora and greens growing outside of it. Your parents had a passion for gardening and always kept everything presentable. Parking his car on the side of the street, he got out and made his way up the steps of your family house. Nervously, he knocked on the front door a few times, anxiously waiting for someone to answer the door.

After a few minutes of worrying and anxious thinking, your mom opened the door, looking distraught and her eyes a bit red. "Hello Mrs.l/n, how are you? I came to check up on y/n after she didn't show up to our...catch up day today.". He was so nervous about talking to your mom again, fearing she would get mad and shut the door on him since you guys weren't a thing anymore. Instead, she looked a bit relieved, but tears started welling up in her eyes. "K-könig, it's so nice to see you again... It's y-y/n, she...she got into a car crash just half an hour ago. She told me she was on her way to see you." His heart dropped. "W-What, Mrs.l/n, are you sure? Y-y/n can't really be....gone? Right?" He was shaking now, stuttering through his words. "I wish I was lying too König, but we just found out too, after the police called us.". No!no! This can't be! After all those years of missing you, he got his chance to talk to you again, and now you leave again? It can't be true! "Would you like to come in and have a seat König? I'll make a cup of tea for you, " she sniffled. Still shocked, he nodded and went inside your house. The smell and feeling of your presence hit him like a train. He couldn't help but let tears well up in his eyes, nose starting to run. Your mom gently pats his shoulders as she leads him to sit down at the dinner table.

After he was seated, she started to make some tea in a kettle: "she had missed you a lot." She told him suddenly. Shocked, König looked up at her from his hands, "she did?". "Yes, she told me yesterday night about how she ran into you at her favorite café, and how you hadn't changed much. She said you reminded her of home." Fuck. He started crying harder now, after he heard what your mother told him. You really missed him? And all this time he was worried about what he did. You truly were a kind soul. Your mom turned around and gave him a hug. "I know it's hard König, I know you must have missed her too. Otherwise, why could you have come all the way to our house to check up on her?" He shifted, agreeing with what she said. "She would've been very happy to hear that you still care about her this much, after all these years.". He started bawling now. He didn't care if it was embarrassing. He didn't care if he wasn't manly anymore. All he wanted to do was to mourn for you, for the soul mate he lost. For the one who slipped from his fingers all the time.

Your mom continued: "After the police are done investigating who the driver that ran into her was, and after they...they gather her body... we will be having a funeral for her. We would be happy if you'd come." "Yes, yes, I will be attending her funeral, Mrs.l/n." "Good, she would have wanted you to. Would you like to stay here for tonight?" She asked kindly. "Thank you for the offer, Mrs.l/n, but I think I should go and think about everything." "I understand König, but you are welcome back here anytime okay?" He nodded, thanked her for the tea, and went about his way home.

On the drive back to his home, he couldn't stop the waterworks from coming. He was never the type to cry so hard, especially not over someone. But you, you had been different. You bad been someone special, someone he held dear.

Now that you're gone, he doesn't know what to do. He was probably going to drink his night away and reminiscence all the good times you guys had together.

The day of the funeral came back. All your friends and family were gathered together on a gloomy, cloudy day. The sky looked like it dared everyone to go home, for it would start storming anytime soon. Looks like even the heavens were downcast from your death. He stood alongside your mom for the rest of the funeral. He brought your favorite flowers and set them on your gravestone solemnly. Silently, he promised to himself that he would never, ever love anyone unless it's you again.

Omgggg this was one of the longest fics I've ever written 😭😭😭 I'm sorry it took kind of long, and I apologize if there are any errors in here, I was too lazy to go back and proof read it 😞😞😞 I hope you guys enjoy it tho!

Have a great day!💐

#könig headcanons #mw2 headcanons #mw2 x reader #könig x you #könig x reader

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bookwyrminspiration · 1 year

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Favorite Twilight moments?

Two moments come to mind first (though I'm positive there are more), but also I will be overexplaining and including long quotes so just know that you brought this upon yourself!

I'm surprising myself with this one actually because the very first scene that came to mind was the one towards the end of book two where Bella has an epiphany that Edward loves her.

Context (suicide mention tw): Edward broke up with Bella and his family left town in the beginning of the book, Bella spent the book trying (and failing miserably) to get over him until she had to zoom to Italy to stop him from killing himself dramatically. He'd thought she'd died and so was going to join her in death, and to grossly oversimplify she went despite thinking she wasn't worthy of him and that he didn't love her, saved him, and brought him back to Forks.

She then thinks he's going to leave her again, but for some reason he stays and keeps acting strange (lovingly) towards her, and she doesn't understand why. She thinks maybe it's pity, but it doesn't quite match up. And then she has a little epiphany that goes like this:

I thought of that night in Port Angeles when I'd had my first delusion. I'd come up with two options [to explain it]. Insanity or wish fulfillment. I'd seen no third option. But what if... What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn't even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through? Option three: Edward loved me. The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would be always be mine. Was that what I'd been trying to tell myself? "Oh!" "Bella?" "Oh. Okay. I see." "Your epiphany?" he asked, his voice uneven and strained. "You love me," I marveled. The sense of conviction and rightness washed through me again. Through his eyes were still anxious, the crooked smile I loved best flashed across his face. "Truly, I do."

It's so ludicrous and also endearing at the same time. I'm a sucker for characters realizing they can be loved, because this is the scene where Bella starts truly believing she can be loved and that Edward isn't faking it or unsatisfied with her (she has confidence issues, and his perfection doesn't help). Her doubts have plagued the first two books but now she genuinely believed she's loved and I think that's great!

but ALSO this scene is her coming to the genuine god-forsaken conclusion that "hey! i had hallucinations of Edward for months because he loves me! this is so sweet alexa play a thousand years." Bella. Girl. Please. So this sweet epiphany is simultaneous really satisfying (to me) and also unbelievable because Bella do you hear yourself.

The second that came to mind is this one scene/series of scenes from Midnight Sun, which isn't technically part of the main story but I'm including it. It's twilight rewritten from Edward's pov.

And towards the end of twilight, Bella catches the unfortunate attention of a tracker, and he starts hunting her down to kill her very intently. This means that she needs to be protected, and you know who's a great protector? My favorite boy: emmett!!

There's a series of mentions of Emmett being protective of Bella and really serious about it (which is in contrast to his light-hearted, himbo nature) and I already love him so I just find it so sweet.

Here's a few:

"Strap her in," I [Edward] hissed to Emmett. He'd chosen the back with Bella, recognizing that he would be her bodyguard as long as I needed to drive. He was willing, even eager.

Emmett was already wondering if he should restrain her. I spoke his name, low and hard, so he would know that I wanted him to do this. He caught her wrists carefully in his huge hands and immobilized them.

"Don't worry, Bella," Emmett was saying--in a voice I found much too upbeat--while he loosed her from the harness. "We'll take care of things here quickly."

"Emmett was running in the road close behind us now. I was surprised at his intentions I would have expected he'd be itching to catch the tracker in pursuit, to bring this ordeal to a quick and violent end. Instead, hes thoughts were focused on Bella. His few moments as bodyguard seemed to have affected him deeply. Her safety was his current priority. Bella brought out everyone's protective side. [...] Still, Emmett wanted to make it clear that the tracker would have to go directly through him to get to Bella.

I'm already fervently in love with Emmett (and Alice), and every moment with him is a joy, so getting to see him be all big-brotherly and caring about Bella when she's so new to his life is just. Ah! I love it so much.

Emmett can say anything and I'd pay rapt attention he's just a guy. He's an idiot but so lovable. He was mauled by a bear and now eats bears for fun. He loves to fuck. He's absolutely infatuated with his wife and has married her several times. He brought a whole bag of eggs to school in the movie. He stronk. He's the one member of the Cullen family without depression or problems he's just having a good time and I adore him.

So those are the first two moments from twilight that come to mind as my favorites! I'm absolutely certain I could think of more, but I'll stop there for now. I'm very normal about twilight and like it a normal amount :)

#the twilight renaissance #quil's queries #nonsie #it's almost time for my twilight reread y'all #i'm ecstatic #can't wait to absolutely race through them and then pretend like nothing happened #maybe for my reread I'll read crepúsculo instead #or life and death #switch it up :)

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Baeeeeeeeek hey hi hello, sorry for disappearing, but I had crazy couple of days, I got better, now I'm sick again I HAVE C-WORD 🤡🤡🤡 I had some shitty moments, but I also saw Sunmi twice, I travelled a lot and attended two kpop parties. I wrote you a message last week when I had some time and shit got deleted CAN YOU BELIEVE so I gave up 😭💀

ANYWAYS SO MUCH ATEEZ CONTENT SO MUCH SEONGHWA TOO?!?! I consumed so much kpop offline I have no clue what's going on online tbh

ROCKSTAR SEONGHWA I'M ON MY KNEES I'M BAWLING MY EYES OUT. And it's DV Seonghwa GOODBYE (alexa play Sayonara Hitori) I'm here to remind you who you belong to. School boy delinquent Hwa, baker Hwa, farmer Hwa... the material here...*faints* so many AUs

👁👅👁

ALSO BESTIE I HAD NO TIME TO SAY BUT I WON TWO MORE FAN CALLS I finally scored another OT8 one, I caaaaaaaaant, I need to wait until this weekend since they were busy with KCON. But the other call with Seonghwa has already happened, but let me tell you about the first call - it's long overdue 😭:

First he greeted me so sweetly and said he missed me 🥴 I told him I missed him as well and sadly couldn't see them perform recently, so he told me he was sorry, but we will definitely meet again and "noona we go way back, if I can say this now, I'm happy whenever I see fans who have been with us for a long time and didn't leave, thank you so much for your kind words, you're always very lovely to me. I hope you can rely on me and all of us in the times of sadness!" and I stopped functioning for a moment, almost teared up then thanked him and congratulated on a successful comeback and sprinkled some compliments in the middle and Hwa went "now I'm gonna cry" so I quickly showed him my Lego flowers, he was really happy and told me about the SW set he pre-ordered then asked if there's a set I really want to get and I was like "Real Madrid stadium" hahahha (gotta spread the Madridista agenda) and we talked about his time in Madrid for a moment.

Then I asked about his fave outfit during Guerrilla comeback and this man... he went "uh I'm showing a lot of *gestures to his bicep and proceeds to show it off* this time round, I think it's a bit scandalous" (side note but, man literally showed us his stomach and nipples before yet somehow his arms feel more illegal lol) and I was like "y-yeah... we can see, we like it" which definitely pleased him. Last thing was me asking about his fave moments from this year apart from touring and Seonghwa said "we get to film a lot of cool variety, seniors invited us to their shows, it's such an honour, like Sunmi sunbaenim - I was so nervous and happy" then I mentioned seeing Sunmi soon and Hwa got jealous lol, I also said I've been a fan of hers for almost 14 years and he went "wow noona has a lot of kpop experience, in 2008 I was...10" and I went "yeah, are you calling me old?" and boy went "😳" - flustering Seonghwa again mission accomplished. 💞

Yeah so that's basically it, he told me to have fun at the concert, but also "come and see Seonghwa soon" (he promised to come to me lol, I'll sue him if he doesn't). The fan call was actually 3 minutes??!?! I didn't know and at some point I wanted to wrap it up and Hwa told me we still had one minute to go, lmao.

I'll report about the other ones soon, but for now let's go back to dying! Hope you're doing well ❤ - DV 💖

the way i logged in and saw ur ask and screamed bc i was like where did dv anon go 😭😭

omg??? HOW ARE U ITS BEEN SO LONG BFFB NAUR NAURRRRR 😭😭😭😭 RIGHT AFTER THE BRONCHITIS???? bestie are u okay 😭😭 OOOOOOOO HOW WAS SUNMI i also travelled a lot !! visited the oldest china town in canada and then went to a haunted inn <3 LMFAOOOO NO WAY DBDBDB IT WASNT MEANT TO BE THEN I was not gonna respond either way bc i had bare to no time last two weeks but i do now!! for a week or two!

ANYWAYS SO MUCH ATEEZ CONTENT SO MUCH SEONGHWA TOO?!?! I consumed so much kpop offline I have no clue what's going on online tbh

SO MUCH CONTENT??? NEW SHOWS??? SEONGHWAS ARMS????

LMFAOOOO NOT SAYONARA HITORI DBDBD did u just say school delinquent hwa. bc. BAKER HWA??? STOP I JUST IMAGINED HIM IN THOSE FRILLY APRONS TOO 😭😭 bestie have u watched the way of househusband, is that not mafia hwa / mingi 🔫

delinquent hwa?? u say??

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TWO MORE??? IM SCREAMING BFMWDHKS AS U SHOULD OMG SCREAMING THE LUCK U HAVE DBDBD did u get a pola from all ur albums 🔫🔫

HOW TO BE U WHEN IS IT OUT TURN FHWNFJWHDJW the call sounds so sweet and wholesome 😭😭😭🤚🏼 he’s so nice pls fbwndjke his wide ass eyes too 😭😭🤚🏼 FHWKDJWK AS U SHOULD, SPREAD IT EVERYWHERE but manchester won yesterday?? 🤌🏼

“y-yeah..we can see”

STOP FHWKDHWKHEKW IM SCREAMING JFBWKDHWK WHEN HE SAY NOONA IM BNDDNDJ THIS IS SO FUN AND CUTE PLS I HOPE U GET EVEN MORE CALLS BC UR GUY’S INTERACTIONS ARE FUN FBFB

it reminds me of this 😭

GO !!! SEE !!! SEONGHWA !!! SOON !!! i might also!! if i get the tickets tmr and convince my parents for a flight 📉📉📈📉 LMFAOOOO SUE HIM DO IT FBFBF ADD SOME EXTRA BICEP EXPOSING CHARGES ON HIM TOO,,, LMFAOOOO I HOPE U GET BETTER SOON!! keep cleaning ur nose bc that’ll literally save u from pain 😭😭😭 have a tissue box w u at all times and drink warmer water!!! watch some show’s while ur at it too! big mouth, extraordinary attorney woo and model family!! get loads of rest !!!

sorry?? & a uquiz bc it’s been way to long <3

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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deathtriangles · 2 years

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#aewedit #all elite wrestling #aew #pac #rey fenix #penta el zero miedo #penta oscuro #death triangle #x . my edits #x . death triangle #lancearchers #bastardnev #rusevday #THEMMM #ALEXA PLAY THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN PLEASE

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mommy-imagines · 3 years

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Pretty Boy - part. 3

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Protectiveness. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Insecure Atsumu. Age-play. Diapers. Breastfeeding.

Words: 3.705

A/n: This chapter is to introduce Atsumu to the idea of letting his walls down with Mommy and fully trusting her. There is no smut, but the next one will, for sure.

Atsumu kept his head lowered, pulled his hood over his head, low enough to cover part of his eyes, he was suddenly glad beyond words for Mommy having made him wear sunglasses; There were reporters and paparazzis surrounding the entrance of the place where they held their practices and even worse than the blinding flashes of the cameras were the yells from all sides. Atsumu felt himself freezing to the spot when they finally identified him and instantly he was surrounded. He felt trapped and he didn’t like it one bit.

He didn’t know what to do but then, as if materializing from thin air, Mommy was by his side, her hand firm on the small of his back and her security team forming a wall between them and the screaming reporters, “Ma’am, over here! How long have the two of you been together?” Atsumu cringed, all that he wanted at that moment was to be back home with Mommy, curled up on the large couch in the conservatory, the big windows letting the sun in, he liked the pretty flowers that were placed all around the room.

“Baby?” He heard Mommy’s voice directly on his ear and turned to look at her, he was wearing sunglasses but she just knew that his eyes were wide and frightened, “You’re going to keep your head down and follow me, okay?” She posed it as a question but it was a statement, really. Atsumu nodded and leaned back on her hand. Mommy looked at one of her security guards and then they were quickly walking across the sea of camera flashes and screaming people.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing that Mommy said as soon as they were safely inside. Her assistant, Alexa, was somehow also there and Mommy handed her her purse and her coat, reaching for Atsumu’s gym bag and handing it to Alexa as well. She largely ignored the other people present, eyes scanning over Atsumu, looking for any sign of him being hurt. Atsumu drew in a shaky breath, looked down and fuck but his hands were trembling; Mommy reached up to his face and took off his sunglasses, her expression turning stormy the moment she identified the look in his eyes as pure distress and panic, “Okay, baby,” She said, her voice pitched low enough only for them to hear it, “You’re okay, no one’s going to hurt you, no one’s even going to touch you; Do you want to go home? All you have to do is say the word and we’re going,” She assured him, right hand cupping his cheek, her forehead touching his own.

Atsumu swallowed around the lump on his throat and shook his head, “I’m okay,” He offered, even if his voice was rough, “I’m going to be okay.” He corrected himself at her disbelieving look.

She gave him one last assessing look before turning around, eyes sharp and furious, “Is anyone going to tell me just what the hell was that circus out there?” She demanded. The room turned silent, enough that it was possible to hear a pin drop, suddenly no one could meet her eyes. Mommy pressed her lips together. “Alexa?” She prompted and her PA was by her side in seconds, having transferred the previously handed objects to someone from the security team.

“It seems that the tabloids have received pictures from the two of you out around town last Friday, ma’am; We have been getting calls all morning asking for an exclusive interview.” She informed, and Mommy didn’t look all too happy.

“Alright,” She sighed, eyes roaming around the room filled with team’s executives and players alike, she turned back to Atsumu, “I suppose that you need to go to practice, I need to get to the office, if Alexa is right about this, my day is going to be hell; What time is practice over?”

Atsumu cleared his throat, still a bit shaken and very much uncomfortable having all eyes on him like that, when he was so vulnerable, “Four thirty.” He informed her, the unsaid Mommy, stay, please don’t leave me here alone! was heard loud and clear by the two of them, for Mommy’s eyes turned sorrowful suddenly.

“Okay, I’ll send a car, Richard is my second driver, he’ll be waiting for you; Also, Vladmir, Maxim!” She called two security guards that were standing near the door; Atsumu chanced a look at them and, sure enough, they were taller than him, packed with muscles that even dressed in suits were possible to see, Mommy kept looking at them, but her hand was rubbing small circles on his shoulder, Atsumu leaned into the comforting touch, “The two of you will stay here with him, don’t let any of those vultures out there near him, do you understand me?” Her voice was stern and authoritative and if it was any other moment than this one, Atsumu would get aroused just by hearing it. But, alas, he was still very much shaken from the shitstorm outside and very much self conscious being on the spotlight.

“Yes, ma’am; They won’t touch a hair on his head.” One of them answered, voice gruff.

“You better hope so,” Mommy responded and then she turned back to Atsumu, her eyes instantly becoming gentle again and her voice turning low so no one else would hear it, “Baby, Mommy needs to go, but if at any moment you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, or if anyone here says anything to you, you can call me, doesn’t matter the time, and I’ll come and get you, okay?” She assured him, her voice not louder than a whisper, but all that he could muster back was a nod, blinking fast enough so no tears would come, “Okay, I’ll see you later,”

And with that, Mommy was calling Alexa back to her side, her own security team, and was out of the door. Atsumu felt a moment of panic when he realized that not only was he alone and away from Mommy when all that he wanted was to be held, but on top of everything he didn’t have a clue as to where Alexa had dropped his gym bag. He turned to the side to go look for it, but one of his new guards handed it to him, “Here, sir;” He said, voice rough but respectful. It made Atsumu feel weird, being addressed like that and in front of people. This whole day just felt off.

“Thank you,” He said nonetheless, because the day might have taken a turn for the worst and he might be on the verge of a complete meltdown, but he was still Mommy’s good boy and Mommy always said that he had to remember his manners because he was a polite boy. Atsumu swallowed again, shouldered his bag and turned around, walking through the sea of people on the foyer, he didn’t lower his head but man, did he want to. He kept going until he reached the changing rooms.

Once he made sure that it was empty, Atsumu allowed himself to sink back against his locker, eyes falling closed and head banging against the metal. He took in a shuddering breath, brought up a hand to rub against his eyes firmly, determined not to cry in the middle of so many people who, clearly, already had more than enough reason to talk about him. Atsumu wanted to curse, just under his breath, a way to try and unwind, but then again, Mommy didn’t like it when he used bad words, said that that was no language for a good little boy to be throwing around. He was screwed.

“‘Tsumu?” He heard a tentative voice sounding from the changing room’s door and forced his eyes to blink open, he turned his head and was faced with Bokuto, Omi and Hinata, all looking at him with shock just barely concealed by their worry, “Are you alright? That shit was crazy outside, maybe you should sit down, man,” Bokuto said and Atsumu gave him a small smile.

“I’m doing good,” He offered, cleared his throat when his voice sounded much too rough to his own ears and didn’t miss the concerned looks that his friends traded, “But thank you; How are things out there?” He asked, motioning to the rest of the gym.

Omi’s eyes were watching him closely but Atsumu was grateful when he humored him with a small grin, “Executives are going crazy, mostly,” His rushed to add more when Atsumu’s eyes grew big hearing that, “Not in a bad way! No! They’re talking about how to turn the press around and how it is actually good press to the team;”

Atsumu nodded slowly, “In the end, they’re all just very much worried about making sure that your girlfriend doesn’t turn her rage to them, I think that I’ve heard something about doubling security. They're all terrified of her!" Hinata added and Atsumu shifted in place. He did not like to inconvenience people at all and now not only was Mommy having to go out of her way but also people he worked with!

He longed for Mommy and he wished that he could just call her and go home - But he knew that he had to stay for practice. They had important games coming soon, plus he didn’t want to give everyone else even more reason to talk about him behind his back, “I suppose that I should change, then;” Atsumu threw them a small smile, grabbed his uniform and went to do just that.

/*/

They were having a small break, just enough time so everyone could catch their breath and drink some water. He was sitting down on a bench, head between his hands, just resting, when he felt his phone vibrate beside him. He turned to reach it, the ID said Mommy 💖 and showed a picture of Mommy hugging him from behind, his face tucked against her neck and a big smile on her face. Bokuto was sitting directly to his side and Omi and Hinata were standing up in front of them, if any of them saw the phone’s screen, none of them said anything about it and Atsumu was grateful for it, especially because he caught the shocked looks they all suddenly tried to hide.

He grabbed his phone, answered the call and went to a corner of the court so no one would overhear his conversation, but he was acutely aware of his teammates staring curiously after him.

Mommy wanted to know how he was feeling, how was practice going, did anyone say anything to him or did he want to go home? Atsumu reassured her repeatedly that he was fine, as far as possible, and that no, no one had said anything to him, at least not to his face.

(He didn’t mention how he had walked by just in time to see a group of his coworkers going over the pictures from the tabloids from their day out shopping, calling him a sugar baby and saying that at least he made good eye candy.) (He didn’t mention that because he knew that if he did, Mommy would drive down immediately; Still, he knew that he needed to tell Mommy about it at some point, because it made him sad and made his eyes sting with unshed tears and one of Mommy’s rules was to never keep secrets from Mommy, especially when they made him sad.)

They said their goodbyes, Mommy told him to hang on just a little longer and then he could go home and she would meet him there and they could cuddle with Toulouse and he could nurse from Mommy.

Atsumu had to say goodbye quickly after that, because thinking about that made his brain feel fuzzy and he couldn’t afford that.

He joined the others and pretended not to notice when the conversations suddenly came to a halt.

/*/

When practice finally ended, Atsumu was the first one out of the court and into the showers, quickly washing himself clean from the sweat, gritting his teeth because he liked it best when Mommy was the one to wash him clean, always in the bathtub with the water the perfect temperature and smelling nice and with bubbles. He scrubbed his hair harder.

Atsumu was quick to pat himself dry and to pull on his clothes. Skinny jeans and a hoodie; Both were gifts from Mommy from the day that they went shopping, one of the bags with Armani printed on it on the many pictures splayed across the tabloids was the one that had been holding his current attire.

“‘Tsumu, wait a moment!” Bokuto called for him and Atsumu noticed that his teammates were just walking past him to enter the changing room while he was ready to bolt, “We just wanted to ask you man, if you’re happy,” Bokuto was looking at him with wide eyes painfully earnest. Atsumu looked to Hinata and to Omi and both of them had similar expressions. “We’re just asking because all day you have been on edge, it's all.”

“I am, I promise,” Atsumu smiled at them, it was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless, “I’m just still a bit shaken from this morning, was not expecting that crowd at all,” He forced himself to give a short laugh, “But yes, I’m happy, I really am.” He told them, prayed to god that his voice sounded as sincere as he felt.

They stared at him for a few seconds and then he was met with three matching grins, “Good! So if you’re happy, we’re happy too!” Hinata told him happily, coming forward to give him a hug, “Also man, I might be jealous of you, she’s just… wow!” He ended, nodding appreciatively, and Atsumu had to exercise some restraint because that was his Mommy! No one else was allowed to think about his Mommy like that! But Hinata didn’t know that and he was being a good friend, so Atsumu laughed softly and nodded at him.

“Does ‘Samu know?” Omi asked him and Atsumu looked down guiltily.

“I suppose that now he does know, but we were planning on inviting him over for dinner this weekend so we could tell him ourselves; Bit too late for that now, I suppose,” Atsumu confessed, mind working a mile a minute trying to figure it out his brother’s reaction. His phone had blown up earlier with texts from ‘Samu, but he didn’t have the nerve to look them over.

“I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Bokuto told him and was about to say something else when one of Atsumu’s new bodyguards (he couldn’t wrap his head around that concept) appeared by their side.

His hands were crossed firmly in front of him, his shoulders were squared, and he said something on his earpiece before turning forward and looking at Atsumu, “Sir, the driver is here and your car is ready, there is still a crowd upfront so we have worked with the team’s security crew and will be leaving by the back door. We have orders to work around the media so as to not let them get near you and then to take you straight home. Whenever you’re ready to leave, just let me know.” He informed him, voice professional.

Atsumu turned to his friends to say goodbye, all that he really wanted was for Mommy to cradle him close, maybe rock him a bit, but his friends were watching him with raised eyebrows and big grins, “I suppose that I could definitely get used to living like that,” Bokuto joked before coming forward and friendly slapping his shoulder, “Go on man, I bet that you must be drained from this hell of a day, if you need anything, just text me, alright?”

Atsumu nodded and looked at his friend, “Yeah, thanks man,” He smiled. He bid his friends goodbye and followed Maxim as he guided him through the building and out of the back door, straight inside one of Mommy’s town cars.

As Atsumu sinked into the leather seats, he felt his eyes closing. Not much longer now and then he could curl up in Mommy’s lap with his best friend and forget all about this damned day.

/*/

When he got home, Atsumu went straight to Mommy’s bedroom; Undressing quickly and immediately hiding completely under the soft covers. He felt exhausted and sooner rather than later, his cheeks were flushed pink and were wet with his tears.

He didn’t really know why it was that he was crying, it wasn’t like he had never been the center of attention before, but maybe it was the fact that he felt exposed and raw. So wrapped up in his own spiraling thoughts that he was, that it took Mommy pulling him into her lap for him to notice that he was no longer alone, “Oh, baby;” Mommy cooed, rocking him slowly and smoothing his blonde hair back and away from his face, tsking when he gasped for air, “Baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, Mommy is right here and Mommy isn’t leaving,” She cooed at him for long moments, his large hands balling into tight fists where they were bunching up the fabric of her silk shirt.

Mommy continued to hold him close and to rock him slowly until he was all cried out, only then reaching for the bedside table for a baby wipe that Atsumu was not sure where it came from, cleaning his face from tears and wiping his nose, “Are you feeling better, baby?” She asked him, bright eyes looking down at him in worry.

“A bit,” Was his response, voice hoarse from crying, hand coming up to rub his eyes, “How was your day, Mommy?” He asked, voice small.

Mommy looked at him with a small frown, but indulged him nonetheless, “It was fine, as far as it could be; A lot of calls asking for interviews,” She rolled her eyes before sighing softly, “But we won’t be doing any of those, so there’s no need to worry over that.” She informed him and Atsumu felt a bit calmer with that piece of information, “Have you eaten anything?” She frowned heavily when he shook his head no, “I’ll ask the cook to make you something, nothing too heavy,”

“I’m not hungry, Mommy,” He told her, “Can we just cuddle and eat later?” He asked and she hated with a passion how small and unsure his voice sounded.

“Okay, baby,” She conceded, “But you’re eating dinner later on,” Mommy’s tone didn’t allow any objections and Atsumu just nodded; He studied her face when she bit her lower lip as if thinking, before bringing her hand to caress his warm face, “Baby, Mommy wants to try something a bit different tonight; You might not like it at first, but Mommy really thinks that it’ll help you relax, do you remember how you felt last Friday when you nursed from Mommy for the first time?”

Atsumu frowned a bit and Mommy smoothed it over with gentle fingers, “Felt fuzzy, weird but not a bad weird,” He responded, hands coming up to play with the pearls around her neck, hazel eyes studying it intently and Mommy smiled down at him.

“It’s called a little headspace, darling,” She said, hand continuing its motion on his cheek, “That is when you go into a headspace of an age younger than your biological one,” She told him, shushed him softly and held him a bit tighter when he hid his face on her neck, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, baby; Mommy wanted you to feel like that, didn’t you feel safe? Like you could just relax and let Mommy take care of you?” She hummed once he nodded hesitantly against her neck, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, “Well, now Mommy wants to try something else that might make it easier for you to slip right back into that headspace. Mommy knows that you had a very stressful day, and I think that my little boy deserves to relax now,”

Atsumu swallowed thickly, arms wrapping around Mommy’s middle as he tried to burrow closer to her. He knew that he should feel weirded out, maybe fight this entire dynamic, but should he really? Mommy had done nothing but care for him all this time, she never let him down and she never allowed him to feel self-conscious. He felt Mommy’s fingers cupping his chin until his eyes were meeting hers, he knew that his cheeks were bright red, “Okay, Mommy,” He said, trusting her with yet another aspect of his life.

Mommy kissed his lips softly, gave him a bright smile, “Okay, baby, lay down on the bed, Mommy will be right back;” She said and Atsumu moved to do as told. His eyes watched her with rapt attention as she disappeared inside the walk-in closet and came back with a large bag. She offered him a kind smile as she showed him the first object and Atsumu felt himself go numb with embarrassment as he identified it as a changing mat. Mommy patted his hip softly and he raised his body just enough for her to place it underneath him, “You know, baby; Mommy thinks that maybe you should have your friend with you,” Her voice was tender as she handed him Toulouse and immediately Atsumu hid his face on the soft orange fur. He closed his eyes tightly and felt himself floating away, barely processing Mommy’s actions as she wiped him down, powdered his privates and taped the diaper around his hips.

It was only when Mommy was moving him again, cradling him close to her chest and guiding his mouth to her nipple that Atsumu allowed himself to assess the feeling of having the puffy garment wrapped around him. He felt oddly comfortable - safe, even. He closed his eyes again, brought his stuffie up so it was smushed between his chest and Mommy’s and allowed himself the solace of being in Mommy’s arms.

He fell asleep soon after and Mommy allowed him to break the rule of never skipping meals.

#mommy.writes #atsumu miya #sub atsumu #imagine #atsumu imagines #mommy kink #md/lb

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aworldinsideaperson · 3 years

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A Well Kept Secret - George Weasley (Part One)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Food mentions, talking about food, one night stand (no smut) having a child, getting pregnant, being pregnant,

Summary: A one night stand with George produces a child and a secret.

Trope Series: Secret baby.

A/N: This one is going to be in two parts (possibly three we will have to see) but I just started writing this last night and couldn’t stop so here it is.

@izzytheninja @youto-believein

It was a chilly evening in the Fall of 1997 when it all started, two lifelong friends meet in a London pub for a drink or two to take the edge off of their worries and fears as war wages around them. A red haired man sat beside a girl He’d known for the last nine years, they were nearly three drinks deep as their fingers brushed. With a soft intake of breath they looked to each other, her eyes wide as she stared up at him; his eyes had trained on hers as his tongue slid over his lips then dropped to her parted lips. That’s when he knew it was over and his life would never be the same. Little did he know how one night of pure bliss with his schoolyard crush would change both their lives in the ways that it did.

It was only one night. It was only supposed to be one night no matter the feeling that had arisen as they kissed on her bed that night and whispered “I love you” in the dark. The world was far too dangerous to start anything more than that one night and so they kept it at that though it was hardly a surprise to anyone when their glances to each other were lingering or their goodbyes just a touch too long. It was eight weeks before Y/N realized something was off.

The missed period. That’s what did it for her. The most obvious of symptoms but now as she looked down at the stick waiting for an answer things fell into place. She was sick to her stomach so often her diet consisted mostly of crackers the last week, she was exhausted though she had chalked it up to the stress of the current situations the suddenness of it started to make sense. Her mind ran through a checklist of symptoms her mother had claimed during her second pregnancy and with each check mark left her mind became more certain and as the timer went off and her eyes focused on the results she wasn’t as shocked as she should have been.

She was having George Weasley’s baby.

With a hand pressed to her stomach her mind raced. The Weasley family were targets, and England wasn’t safe. So with a single letter owled to her parents Y/N was packing her bags and was off to the states.

She settled into a small town in Missouri. Hermann, population now 2,401 with one on the way. With her life’s savings she paid cash from a tiny shack of a house in the center of town and tried to live her muggle life. At only 19 she was receiving dirty and pitying looks alike as he stomach started to grow beneath her waitress uniform.

At 29 weeks pregnant she received the news, a letter from her parents proclaiming the fall of Voldemort and the end of the war, they begged her to come home. As she looked down at her swollen stomach she hesitated and wrote them a single word response. No.

She had planned to return to London, her home for her whole life, but fear continued to stop her. Voldemort was gone, the Weasley family had lived, George had lived, her family was safe, but the thought of showing up so many months later after no words to George frightened her beyond any unforgivable curse. And so she did it alone. She gave birth to their son alone. She held a first birthday alone, and then a second, and a third all alone. Each year as his birthday drew to a close Y/N wondered if she should write to George, if she should tell him of their son, tell him about his big brown eyes and thick red hair; to tell him of all the mischief their three year old caused. And every year she remembered that it was meant to only be one night. The night had been filled with passion and confessions of love but she not only had to worry about rejection for herself but for the small boy that crawled into her bed when the wind was too loud and begged for just one more bedtime story before she turned out the light. He thought his father was gone, that he had loved him and wanted him but that now he was gone. She couldn’t put her son in a position to be rejected. Not by his own father.

And so she stayed. She stayed away from England, away from her family, away from George. Until an owl arrived on her doorstep 2 weeks after Graysen’s third birthday, an envelope at its feet. With a sigh she took the envelope inside and tore into it, inside was an invitation to her sister’s wedding. It read...

Please join us for the wedding of Alexa & Dawson

The First of September, 2001 at six o’clock in the evening

Dawson’s Family Home

Painswick England

Reception to Follow

Also inside the envelope was a letter, a plea from Alexa to come home, to “Bring Graysen and come home. Just a few weeks. Be my maid of honor and let me meet my nephew.” And so, filled with guilt, Y/N booked the plane tickets and a week later the two of them flew to London.

**********

Leaving the safety of the home she had built made Y/N’s blood run cold, on edge every time she left her parents house, every flash of red hair was a Weasley in her mind and every time it wasn’t she’d breathe a sigh of relief. Until the day the air caught in her lungs as a tall red haired man spotted her across the street. Identical to the one that played in her mind all the time.

He raced across the street and threw his arms around her, barely taking notice of the small red haired boy holding tightly to her hand. “Y/N!” He exclaimed. “How long has it been?”

Y/N used her free hand to pat him on the back. “Almost four years, it’s good to see you Freddie.” She pulled away, her eyes darting to her son, standing at her feet looking up at the man with curiosity. It was then that Fred looked down too and in that moment he realized her long kept secret and she knew it.

“And who’s this?” His voice tentative as he looked between her and the boy.

“This is Graysen.” She smiled and crouched down beside him, the two of them now looking up at Fred. “Graysen, this is one of Mummy’s friends from school, can you say hello to Fred?”

With a glint in his eyes a grin spread across his face. “Hello Fred!”

Fred now too crouched down to a closer height. “Well hello to you too Graysen,” Fred held out his hand and Graysen grabbed it. “How old are you?”

Graysen smiled and jumped up and down. “I just turned three in July!”

Fred faked a shocked face. “Three in July? You’re awfully big for three.”

“Mommy said I got it from my Daddy.”

Fred mumbled under his breath. “I bet you did.”

Y/N gave him a smile and picked Graysen up. “Well we best get going, I have to pick up my dress for Alexa’s wedding, it’s in two weeks.”

Fred nodded. “Right, well I’ll let you get back to your errands, but only if you agree to come to dinner at the Burrow tonight. You spent so much time at our house during breaks Mum will be thrilled to see you.”

“Oh Fred I don’t know I wouldn’t want to impose.” She said, shaking her head vigorously.

“You wouldn’t be, you’re invited. Please come, bring Graysen and your partner.” He insisted, looking to the little boy.

Her voice became small, “Actually it’s just Gray and I.”

“All the more reason to come then.” He was certainly persistent on the matter.

Y/N smiled softly at him, “You’re not going to accept no are you?”

He shook his head, “Not this time.”

“I’ll be there, six as usual?”

“Mum does like to keep a tight meal schedule these days.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Perfect.” With that the two parted ways and Y/N regretted coming home.

**********

Fred strolled into the shop, two paper bags in hand, each filled with food from their favorite muggle dinner in London. Walking up to his brother and setting the food on the counter Fred narrowed his eyes at his brother. “George?” He began, “You remember like 4 years ago, there was a night you didn’t come home?”

George turned from his brother as the corners of his lips turned up at the memory.“Yeah, why?”

“Where were you?”

George rolled his eyes and sighed. “I told you before, I’m not telling you, I was safe that’s what matters.”

Fred rolled his eyes too and mumbled under his breath. “I don’t know if you were as safe as you could have been.”

George turned to him in confusion “What do you mean?”

Fred shook his head. “Nothing, just make sure you’re ready to go by six, you know mum doesn’t like us being late.”

**********

At half past five Y/N sat in front of her parents' empty fireplace, Graysen playing on the floor in front of her as a million thoughts raced through her mind, how could she have said yes? How could she have agreed to dinner with the family of her son, a boy they didn’t know existed, that they didn’t know was theirs. She had considered leaving him with her parents but Fred has specifically invited the two of them and so as the clock struck quarter to six she wrapped Graysen up in her arms and the two of them apparated to the Burrow. Placing Graysen on the ground and holding tightly to his hand Y/N knocked on the front door three times.

When the door swung open Molly Weasley stood on the other side, face bright and smiling and she pulled Y/N in for a hug and ushered her into the home.

It was as bright and warm as it had always been, filled with noise and people.

“Who’s this?” Molly asked smiling down at Graysen looking around the magical house in wonder.

“This is Graysen, my son.”

Molly looked at her with wide eyes, “Your son?”

“Yes, he’s why I left the county.”

Molly gave her a smile and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You did the right thing dear, it wasn’t safe.”

“I know, but I should have come back sooner.” Her voice was soft and filled with sadness.

“What’s done is done, now come, we’re all sitting down to dinner.”

Walking into the kitchen felt so normal, she’d taken so many meals here in her youth it felt so natural to take the seat she’d always held, right beside George, though his seat seemed to be empty.

The table filled, Aruther and Molly at the heads, Ginny and Harry, Hermione and Ron, Bill, Fleur, even Percy and his wife had joined the fray tonight but the twin’s seats still remained empty at six oh one when there was a loud crack and the two cackling gingers appeared.

“Sorry we’re late mum, one last customer and all that, you know how it is.” Fred smiled as their laughter died down and they looked to the table.

When their eyes locked the room went silent. Y/N and George just stared at each other, until Graysen pulled on her arm for her attention. That’s when George looked to the small boy beside her and his heart soared then sank. Silently he went to his seat, the one beside Y/N, just as it has always been back when they were younger. Though this time they stayed nearly silent as they filled their plates and ate, Y/N keeping a close eye on the boy next to her as he fed himself small spoonfuls of the concoction he’d made of his plate.

“So Y/N,” Fred spoke. “You introduce Georgie to your son?”

Y/N swallowed and shook her head. “George? This is my son Graysen.”

George leaned around her to get a good look at the boy, the red hair and the big brown eyes, there was no doubt that he was a Weasley. “Hello Graysen, it’s nice to meet you. I’m George.”

With a full spoon still in his mouth Graysen attempted a smile and waved his little hand in George’s direction. The normal conversation resumed and George turned to her and asked. “How old is he?”

“He just turned three.” She stated, her eyes trained closely on her plate.

“He seems like a sweet boy.”

“He is, he’s adorable and an absolute terror at times. His tantrums have been known to shake walls.”

Arthur chuckled, jumping into the conversation. “You know, the twins were like that too when they were young, thought they were going to bring the whole house down once or twice.”

Y/N smiled and stayed silent, the rest of dinner focused entirely on the food in front of her and keeping Gray’s mess contained to his plate. Dinner was cleared and everyone ushered themselves into the living room, Graysen and Victoire sat in the middle of the floor playing, everyone else sat around them on couches and chairs. It was all polite conversation until Fred turned to her with a mischievous smile, the same one his twin got, the same one that Graysen got, the one that indicated a terrible, terrible, idea.

“So Y/N,” Fred began, “Who’s Graysen’s dad?”

Y/N tried to smile but the panic was clear on her face. “Wow, right to the hard hitters.”

“Shouldn’t be a hard question.” His tone flat, no hint of laughter in his voice. And so the interrogation began.

“You don’t know him.”

“Is he a wizard?”

“Yes.”

“Come from a big family?”

“No just him and his one sibling.”

“A twin?”

“No.”

“Parents names?”

“Mark and Anna.”

“What happened to him?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Did he go to hogwarts with us?”

“Yes.”

“Gryffindor?”

“Yes.”

Fred paused his rapid fire and his eyebrows rose. “Really?”

That was when it dawned on her, she’d slipped. There were only four Gryffindor boys their year. Fred knew it wasn’t him, and there was only one other redhead. “Fuck.” Y/N stood up quickly, picking Graysen up in her arms as she walked swiftly toward the door. “I’ve gotta go.”

George stood up after her following the two of them to the door. “Y/N wait!” He shouted but without a second thought a crack filled the air and she was gone.

George stormed back into the room, his eyes full of rage. “I can’t believe you!” He yelled his anger directed at his twin as the rest shuffled from the room.

Fred huffed. “Why are you angry with me? I was just asking questions about his father.” A sly smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair.

“Because you know it’s me and you pushed her anyway!” George grew more angry by the minute.

“I did that for you! Do you really think she was going to tell you when she’s kept it from you this long already? No!” Fred now stood, face to face with his twin.

George choked on his words, clenching and releasing his fists as he tried not to attack the man before him. After a moment, his breathing calmed and his voice steadied. “That’s not a decision you get to make for her or for me. Now I have to go fix this and I’ll be lucky if she lets me in.” And with that George turned and walked out the door.

#Tw: food #tw: food mention #tw pregnancy #tw children #tw one night stand #george weasley #george weasley imagine #Harry Potter series #harry Potter series imagine #george weasley x reader

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genesisrose74 · 3 years

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Christmas with the Karasuno Boys (HC’s)!!

Part 1: Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, & Ennoshita

Part 2 (Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kinoshita, & Narita) here!!

A/n: Tumblr said my word count was too much so I’m splitting this bad boi up into two parts :p Enjoy!!

*****

Daichi

A huge romantic during Christmas, 10/10 quality cliche times spent together

You wanna go ice skating? Hell yeah sweetheart, he will make it the most beautifully romantic thing you’ve ever seen

Like straight out of a holiday postcard type beat

Istg the rink he takes you to looks like a more heartwarming version of Rockefeller Center

He’s a big keeper of tradition when it comes to making plans, but doesn’t mind a bit of nonsense fun when everything falls into place

Which is why you love to bring the team along on adventures because they make everything all the more entertaining

At first he’s confused like ??? You don’t have to do that just if they’ve been pestering you about it

But then he realizes you care as much about them as he does (hint: a hell of a lot) and they’re thus invited along for some stuff

Of course y’all also get some quality time together on dates with just you both

Anyways you and Daichi have talked a lot about traveling and how he was really interested in seeing new places

So as his gift you got him a carved map with a roll of red string and thumbtacks, so that he could plan out all the places he wanted to visit

You know how when Kiyoko found the “Fly” banner for Karasuno and all the boys cried?

Yeah

Like that but with lots more hugging and laughing

“You know you’re gonna have to help with mapping this out, right?”

“Is that an invitation I hear?”

“Oh, that’s a promise”

FJSFJDSK ALEXA PLAY AMERICAN BOY BY ESTELLE—

Please I love him; he is so damn sly and sassy I will die with this headcanon

Sugawara

I swear on everything that Christmas with him is equivalent to a Hallmark movie

It smells like joy and warmth wherever he is, and this season only amplifies it

He is such a cheeseball without even having to try

But it’s in the really endearing and heart-melting way,,, just MMM PERFECT

He’ll take you on a walk through those neighborhoods with those crazy light decorations in the front yard and buy you hot chocolate

If he sees a group of little kids gaping at all the lights, he’ll leave them starry-eyed with stories of magic, reindeer, Santa and so-forth

“You know, I’ve heard that Rudolph’s nose is supposed to be brighter than the world’s most powerful Christmas light”

Good heavens, children absolutely adore this man

Anyways he’ll make it a little game as y’all walk around this beautifully lit neighborhood, both of you with a different assortment of bingo squares printed on paper

First one to bingo chooses a movie to watch after getting back to Suga’s house

Will wrap a big fluffy blanket around you both and pull you into his chest while watching the movie

For his gift, you got a star named after him

It’s because y’all alway go stargazing for dates every month, just to sit out, talk and cuddle

Suga gave you the SOFTEST look after opening your gift and this cute little card you made 🥺

“Lets go try to find my new favorite star”

PLEASE HE IS SO SWEET

“Right now? Koushi it’s 11:30 pm”

“Just for ten minutes, and then I’ll get you home”

So y’all spend the rest of Christmas Eve on his roof, sipping warm tea and attempting to locate Star Suga

Asahi

Cuddle bear alert ‼️‼️

It’s basically hibernation time for him, because he’s not the biggest fan of cold

That’s alright with you though 😌 more coziness for you

Lots of quality moments indoors means more creative dates

A whole day devoted to chill present wrapping? Hell fuckin’ yeah

Nice music, pretty wrapping paper, shiny bows, maybe a little Christmas rom-com playing in the back — the whole shebang

You find out pretty quickly that despite how it sounds, it’s actually quite a satisfying and enjoyable pastime

Practically had to drag him out of your living room to secretly wrap his own gift

As much as he’s the king of timidity and soft™, he can be very playfully stubborn when he’s comfortable, hence why he was such an ass to get out of the room

I have no doubt that Asahi would melt for the most adorable, cheesy shit

So you not only bought him some really reliable headbands for volleyball use, but you also made a little coupon booklet

He can basically cash in paper promises for certain things, like getting to choose the next date idea, picking a movie to watch without any objection, having you make his favorite food, etc.

There’s one that he can exchange for a full out spa day trip, because good heavens he’s a sucker for those

Massage and exfoliation and everything — it makes him feel ✨refreshed✨

He was ecstatic fam, I don’t even know what to say

Like a puppy who just got a bunch of toys and a new backyard to play

Mans cashes in one almost immediately, and at first you’re confused

Like it’s Christmas time bubs, what are we gonna be able to do when most places are closed and it’s the holidays?

Then you read the paper

“Free hug (can be used and renewed <3)”

GIVE HIM HIS DAMN HUGS RIGHT NOW

He uses that one a lot throughout the upcoming days, to the point where he just keeps the paper on him for fun

“You realize you can just ask me silly, you don’t need to keep carrying the coupon around”

“Yeah, but it’s entertaining”

Cute little cheeky bastard

Nishinoya

LOVES LOVES LOVES CHRISTMAS

You know the 12 Days of Christmas? The song??

He gets you a small present EVERY DAY for all 12 days

Not to mention he has a big present that he saves for the actual holiday

Y’all are the type of couple to get ice cream in the middle of winter

Nishi loves his cold snacks any time of year, and you’ve thus picked up a similar taste

He will consistently pester you about what kind of present you got him

Gets pouty when you don’t tell him, but in the back of his mind he’s glad because it would ruin the surprise

Anything you get him instantly becomes his most prized gift tho

It could be a literal rock with googly eyes and he’d put it in a protective glass case for preservation

But of course you get him something better than that because he only deserves the best

He’s got this specific assortment of products to maintain his spiky hair and to make sure it’s healthy, but they’re pretty expensive to buy when he runs out

When he tore open your present��s decorative wrapping to discover a huge basket of basically every hair product he ever needed, he got wide-eyed

There was also a booklet of little notes you’d kept throughout the month that listed all the little things you noticed and adored about your precious boyfriend

He nearly CRIED reading them

“Baby, you didn’t have to do all that for me”

“You act like you don’t deserve all of it and more, Nishi”

Refuses to leave your side after that

Holding your hand, hugging you as tight as he can, etc.

He is head over heels idc idc

Tanaka

Another man who is obsessed with the holiday season and everything that comes with it

He is the biggest sap for this shit istg

Will spend hours trying to get you the best present of all time

And he succeeds exceptionally

Mistletoe? He’s got an ABUNDANCE on hand at any time, just to make sure he can get fair share of his kissies 🥰

His signature beanie appears in full force during winter

Sometimes you’ll pull it over his eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek and dashing off in the school halls

“I’ll see you after school, babe!”

Speech = jumbled + incomprehensible

“Uh hUh, you do that~”

He’s: adorable

I just know that he melts for really sweet and thought-out gifts

Like anything you give him he’ll adore, don’t get me wrong, but the ones done with special care and love are just his kryptonite

He brought you into a massive bear hug and spun you around when he opened a photo book of old pictures taken together, complete with lots of cute messages and anecdotes written alongside them

You and Saeko may have also gone in on another present for him without his knowledge

And on Christmas Eve, you dragged a curious Tanaka into his front yard to the sight of a shiny motorbike

It was Saeko’s old one that she’d held onto for a while, and an old schoolmate offered to fix it up nice in time for the holiday at a discount, so y’all decided to divvy up the lowered price and got it done for Ryu

Sweet boy was taken aback, with his hands clapped over his mouth and everything

Saeko patted him on the back as he stood there in shock, giving her baby brother a sweet smile

“All yours, little bro!”

Ya, Saeko fucking loves you 😌 and so does Tanaka

Overall very lovely, would cry to be loved by the Tanaka siblings

Ennoshita

After spending past Decembers with his fellow second year classmates (namely, the very enthusiastic Noya and Tanaka), he’s grown to know quite a bit about the different holiday events that go on around town

Still, Ennoshita is a pretty simplistic guy and is content with simply spending time with you

So when you recommended going to pick a Christmas tree out for your place together, he’s totally down

As long as he gets to help decorate too ☺️

Y’all end up picking a beauty of a tree ngl

It’s SO TALL

And a super stronk friend — fit for the most heavy duty of ornaments

It takes some damn work to get that bad boi inside and upright after driving back to your house

But like hell did that stop you

Now that it was all set up, sturdy, and given plenty of water, decorations were brought into the equation that same night

No rest until it’s all set up and looking mighty beautiful

Okay maybe some coffee breaks in between, but other than that the grind don’t stop ✋😤

Ennoshita is an expert at making Christmas trees look absolutely immaculate

Idk if it’s because he’s had to deal with cleaning up disorder for a while now?

Looking at you, ya second year loons

He just has the touch, fam

He’ll of course let you have input on which light colors, what type of ornaments, and so on

But honestly it’s really fun seeing him fully concentrated on making your tree the best it can be

He lets you on his shoulders to put on the tree topper 🥺

For his gift, Ennoshita really loves books, so you decided to get him 12 different (hardcover!!) stories — one for each month in a year

Along with a small sticky-note blurb on the covers of each to explain why you chose it, and to give similar title recommendations if he ends up enjoying

He was so surprised with how thoughtful and extensive it was

Loved it so much that he immediately started to read the first one, with you sat in his lap

“Chikara, you realize you’re meant to start this one in January?”

“Shh, I’m getting a head start”

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A New Miracle - Chapter 9

A/N: This is a good one, boys.

Fandom: Encanto

Character(s): OC (Original Character) Alexa, Bruno Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, the rest of the Madrigal family

Sunset drew nearer on the miracle's anniversary. The town was covered in lights and gorgeous colors and streamers and paper lanterns and masks for the children of the town. Luisa had moved the entire stage for musicians to perform in just the right spot.

"Come here, Alexa," Julieta beckoned the woman once she found her outside amidst the many people gathering for the celebration, "Youhu look..." she giggled into her hand, "You've worked hard."

"And played hard," Alexa admitted, "But I wouldn't trade it for the world."

"Here, have a cracker," Julieta extended her arm out to show a thick, homemade cracker. Alexa had never heard of homemade crackers before, and she was quite hungry after the day she had, so she popped it into her mouth. And immediately she felt any achey tiredness leave her body. She stood up straighter. She eyed Julieta, "You magicked that cracker?"

Julieta grinned, "A good chef never reveals her secrets."

Alexa huffed out a small laugh, shaking her head, "Well, thank you. I certainly feel more... refreshed."

Off at another end of the courtyard in the town was Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel. They were talking amongst themselves when Dolores came over with Mariano on her arm.

"Hola, primas," Dolores whispered.

"Hi, Mariano," Isabela waved at the man with her and he waved back.

"So," Dolores emitted a small coughing noise, like she was faking clearing her throat, and the three sisters leaned in close so they could hear her, "I think I escalated it."

"Escalated?" Mirabel questioned, "Escalated what?"

Dolores's eyes shifted to their right and they all turned to see Alexa straight down at the other end talking with Julieta.

"Oh no, what did you do?" Luisa asked, fearful.

"I... talked her into spending time with Tío Bruno... And they did... but now I hear Bruno mumbling all afternoon that he wants tonight to be perfecto and to treat Alexa with a good time and... he's a mess."

Luisa slapped herself in the forehead and groaned, "Dolores..."

"We agreed to leave them be," Isabela threw in with a raised eyebrow.

"He was so sad..." Dolores looked down at the floor.

"I'm sure you did the right thing," Mariano chimed in. The girls were relatively certain he did not know what was going on at all, but just wanted to be there for his current girlfriend.

"Well... shoot," Mirabel scratched her scalp, "Now we have to get involved."

"No, we don't--" Luisa tried stopping her thoughts.

"No, hang on," Isabela calmed her sister, "I know how we can get involved without really... getting involved."

"How?" the three other women plus Mariano chorused.

Isabela smiled innocently, "A little makeover never hurt anyone."

"Oh, Isa," Mirabel groaned, "Don't. Please don't. Don't! No! Wait--!"

Isabela was already on her way over to Alexa standing by some of the food, helping to serve people for the time being.

"Hi," Alexa greeted her first with a smile, "Punch?"

"No, thank you. I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look tonight."

"Thahank you, sweetheart. You look more beautiful."

"Thanks," Isabela let the act go for a split second to genuinely enjoy the compliment, "Can I just..." she went around the table and pulled Alexa away from it for a second, "I think you'd look even more beautiful with some..." she sat her down on a stone ledge next to a building and threaded her fingers through her short, straight hair, "... accessories."

Alexa looked up at Isabela now that she was seated, "Um, I don't really do much with my hair on a normal day. That's why it's so short, easier to handle."

"Mmhm," Isabela glanced at the nervous gaggle of her sisters and cousin still keeping their distance from her and she smirked at them, "Maybe just a little..." when she traced a finger down the side of Alexa's head, little flowers of varying color popped up and decorated her hair. Isabela tucked a remaining lock on that side behind her ear, "Perfect."

Alexa raised her hand to try and feel what Isabela had done but Isabela stopped her and grabbed a silver platter from the table of food, dumping the contents of it onto another platter and holding it up for Alexa like a mirror. Alexa was surprised at first. The image didn't even look like her. She was sure Julieta's healing cracker gave her skin some sort of extra glow that was not usually there, plus now her hair was full of red, pink, and orange flowers. She leaned in closer to inspect the new look and she smiled up at Isabela.

"That's... it looks so..."

"Perfect," Isabela repeated with another genuine smile.

"It doesn't even look like me," Alexa brought a hand up to her face in pure disbelief. She looked more at her hair. She then stood and leaned in to give a hug to Isabela.

"Thank you. It's so kind of you... You're just like your mother, you must have got her kindness," Alexa smiled wide.

"Enjoy the party, Alexa," Isabela wished her and she sunk her way back into the crowd.

"You made her really happy, Isa," Dolores flashed a kind smile her cousin's way.

Isabela shrugged, "Yeah, I... you think Bruno will notice?"

"He liked her before the 'makeover' so I don't think this will change much, but okay," Mirabel huffed, "But she does seem happier."

Abuela took center stage a few moments later and the din of the crowd eventually ceased. Alma was holding the miracle candle in her hands. She began to speak, "Tonight is a very special night. Many years ago, my Pedro was lost and our miracle was born. And recent events within our community and family have opened my eyes and made me reconsider my actions through these years. I love my family like I love our community. We continue to thrive, and we know now that we are not perfect," she gave a soft chuckle and some of the crowd joined in gently, especially the Madrigals, "But we are here. And we are growing and ever-changing. This is what I hope our miracle brings to you tonight and all future nights. Hope. And a bright future. I say to all of you, abre los ojos. Savor your little moments, and enjoy the big ones."

There was a moment of silence after Alma finished. Alexa, unfamiliar with this tradition, glanced around the crowd. Everyone seemed to be bowing their heads in reverence. She opted to do the same. But in the next instance, she was almost knocked forward when what felt like a gust of wind swept under her feet. She lurched forward but avoided the fall and watched as sparkles and dancing lights soared through the crowd and sprouted, hovering in the air amongst everyone. Children on dads' shoulders tried to catch the glowing dots.

"The fireflies..." Alexa murmured to herself, realizing the connection. These are what she saw that led her to the Madrigal home that she assumed were fireflies. The crowd remained in a sort of stunned silence. Alexa felt another wave of the magic coming and it tingled through her fingers and brushed against her legs. The magic gathered itself and swirled up into the sky in a tornado of twinkling lights before exploding like fireworks. The crowd gave a whooping cheer and music began playing again.

Alexa stayed frozen in her spot even when the music commenced. She could still feel phantom tingles on her fingertips and she wiggled them to get the feeling back in them. The world around her didn't even seem to be fully real for these extra seconds. Everything was muted and blurry. Was she about to faint? Alexa felt her legs move and she leaned against a wall of a building to steady herself. She closed her eyes and took one big, deep breath before opening them again. And it was like the life of the world came back to her. The music was loud and jovial, the chatter was energetic, and the smells of all the cooked food was intoxicating. She helped herself to a plate and sat on the curbs of the outdoor square to eat as others grabbed their own food and drink and some went right into dancing.

"Do you enjoy solitude, Alexita?" Abuela's strangely happy voice reached Alexa's ears and was that... a nickname?? From Alma??

"Hm?" Alexa tilted her head to the side in confusion at the sudden interaction. Alma took a seat beside her and let out a sigh, like she needed to rest for a second.

"You didn't answer my question. Is your mouth full again?"

Why, yes, it was. How embarrassing. Alexa quickly swallowed any food she had in her mouth and spoke, "Um... yes. I'm used to it."

"These past weeks, I've usually found you off alone," Alma continued, "Like now. Which is why I ask if you enjoy it."

"I'm not used to being around a real family," Alexa corrected her original answer now with this added observation from Alma, "I think I'm a creature of habit. I like people, though," she smiled, "I really do. I just never had my own people. Does that make sense? Probably not--- I can go talk with someone if that's what you were getting at with all of this--"

Alma chuckled and rested a hand on Alexa's knee, "You get worked up easily. Like some other certain Madrigals. I think you'd fit in nicely with us."

"Thank you," Alexa said. Was this an adoption that she had no idea about? Was the rest of the family about to burst forward, singing 'Happy Adoption to you!'?

"Well, then... I'll let you eat," Alma used Alexa's knee to help herself stand, "Leave you to your solitude before the night gets wild."

Alexa huffed a laugh out, "Thank you, Abuela."

Alexa was able to eat her entire plate alone, happily able to safely chew and swallow without distractions. Afterwards, she stood and walked along the outskirts of the main party, eyes watching in. She rescued a balloon from a lamppost that a child had been extending their hands out for after getting it stuck. Alexa saw Mirabel and Isabela with a line of kids leading up to them and she went over to see what was up. They were offering to paint their faces or arms or hands and the kids were jittery with excitement for this fun activity.

"Can I help?" Alexa walked her way to where Mirabel and Isabela were sitting.

The two girls looked slightly stressed, maybe the actual pressures of the line they were forming getting to them.

"Yes please!" Mirabel exclaimed, "Take a seat. Grab some paint and brushes."

Alexa did as she was told and got her own little station set up, "Okay, next," she called for the boy in line next... who wanted a whole tiger face painted onto his human face. Easy peasy...

Bruno had been at the party from the start, but he was good at lurking based on his experiences within the walls. He went largely unnoticed by anyone that he was purposely avoiding. He nibbled on food here and there and stood amongst the groups of laughing, talking people to listen in. What he truly was doing was stalling... and possibly waiting for the right moment...

Flipping his hood over his eyes, Hernando seemed to make the decision for Bruno. He went in hunt for... there she was.

Her in that skirt, and he for sure noticed the addition of flowers laden throughout her hair, which was also styled to have her hair in that area pulled back from her face, and it was always better to see more of her face.

Paintbrush in hand, Alexa had a huge smile on her face as she completed a face painting of a pretty darn good looking tiger. The boy turned towards all his friends and they cheered.

"Me next!" "I want the tiger too but can you make it blue?" "I want a whale all over my arm!"

Alexa quieted the ruckus of the group of kids down and set about creating a plan of action, which she shared with them. As she painted the kid in front of her, it looked like she was either telling stories or jokes, but whatever she was saying, the kids would break out into laughter every few seconds. From Bruno's observations, she was good with kids, too. Alexa was actually, genuinely perfect. He pulled the hood down and slunked back into the crowds.

Dolores couldn't hold back her hearings. She ran up to Luisa, whispered something in her ear, and then she went up to the stage where Mariano was singing. She cut him off while the band still played to whisper something to him. With a nod from Mariano, he signaled to the band and started the music up, a different song with a different, upbeat energy.

Luisa headed straight for Bruno when she caught sight of him and poked his shoulder, "Tío?"

"Hi, Luisa," Bruno cranked his neck very far back to look up at his niece.

"So, a little birdy told me that..." she cleared her throat and started twitching her head in a specific direction, "... a certain someone wants to dance... this is one of your favorite songs, right? I remember you singing it before you... you know."

"How'd-- You remember that?" Bruno's nervous face softened when Luisa told him that last tidbit. She nodded, "Yeah. But that certain someone will definitely want to share a dance with you. If you ask now... so..."

A smile made its way to Bruno's lips and he nodded, affirming his new goal, as per Luisa's advice. Luisa turned towards Dolores and gave her a thumbs up.

Alexa was wrapping up her last painting on a child's hand of a butterfly. Bruno bounced on his toes to wait for the exact moment the kid left and when she did, he moved right up in front of her and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"You want a painting, too?" Alexa asked Bruno when she saw him, showing him a teasing grin.

"Nn--what?" he was thrown off.

"Sit," Alexa encouraged.

Bruno looked back towards Luisa with confusion who then covered her face with one hand and bent down low, hiding in the crowd; and then she gave Dolores a 'what went wrong?' face, and Dolores told Mariano to maybe play the song a few extra times. No one would notice.

"Hand, please," Alexa instructed Bruno when he was pulled down to sit on a stool in front of her, "Or did you want a face painting?"

"I didn't want any p-painting..."

"It's on the house," Alexa continued softly smiling. She started tracing lines on Bruno's left hand and he sat there and took it, unsure of what just transpired.

Her hands were rough in spots, not entirely smooth, but Bruno liked the feeling of them, delicate like this. Whatever glimpses he'd catch of her face while she wasn't entirely hunched over and painting, he saw she would stick her tongue out when she was concentrating. She turned his hand over so his palm was facing up and this was the first fight Bruno put up against getting painted this entire time. He tugged on his hand.

Alexa looked up at him and Bruno looked back, smiling out of pure nerves, "Do you really think that'll end well?"

She knew exactly what she was doing and she smirked, "We'll see. It's the best part of it, though. You must hold still," she turned serious when she said that but when her head ducked down, a full-blown smile appeared. The slightly damp brush tip swirled across Bruno's palm in one stroke and Bruno's fingers twitched, a breathy giggle coming from his throat. Luckily nothing turned out too wobbly. Alexa added some little ticks with a different color on his palm before saying, "Stay still, let it dry for a second," she lifted his wrist up towards her mouth and she blew on the wet paint. Bruno shivered. Even her breath tickled at this point. Alexa finally released his palm when it should've been all dry and Bruno turned his hand to look at the design. A little chubby rat was drawn into his hand, a long tail wrapping around his hand onto his palm.

"Would you like to dance?" Bruno said at last with sincerity and a hint of confidence in his voice.

Alexa looked into Bruno's face to see if he was kidding and he wasn't, "Oh, I... I'm not a dancer. I don't like it when there's so many people and--"

"Come on," Bruno stood up.

"Noho," Alexa tried to convince him, her cheeks heating up, "I get too nervous. There's no way. I'm not a dancer."

"Neither am I," Bruno smiled now. Alexa rose a brow and she also stood but didn't follow him or agree to anything.

"Mmm..." she shook her head, nerves oozing from her very aura.

"Fine," Bruno headed towards the crowd of dancers but didn't hide himself within anyone, "I'll make you dance. You'll see."

Alexa crossed her arms across her chest and watched, not sure if Bruno was about to cast a spell on her or anything. But to her surprise, he started to... dance? Is that what all that was? Bruno was moving his arms in squiggly motions and his hips were definitely jerking and his legs were moving. Alexa laughed but quickly covered her hand over her mouth to hide the fact. Was he serious? Or was he just trying to make her laugh?

"Oho my gosh... you look ridiculous! Stoppit!" Alexa tried to make him stop.

"You think you can dance worse than this?? Really? I don't believe that, Lexi. So come and show me up," Bruno slid his hands together and moved them like a-a dolphin, maybe. He even emitted a squawking like a dolphin and Alexa turned beet red. People heard these extra noises and started to place their eyes on Bruno's erratic movements. Oh god, this was not going in any way Alexa ever wanted it to. She ran up to him and grabbed his wrists, hauling him out of his abnormally twisted body position and waited for the eyes to leave them.

"Youhu're..." Alexa shook her head, trying to come up with the word.

"Charming?"

"Unbelievable," she settled with.

"Well, I got you out here, didn't I?"

Alexa was about to oppose him but she couldn't. It was true. She was standing on the designated dance floor now. And Bruno was grinning at her, clearly proud of himself.

"G'head, show me some moves," Bruno started to actually dance now, slipping his hands out from Alexa's grip on his wrists. Alexa's face was flushed and she nervously shuffled her feet from side to side to the exciting beat.

"You're not going to make me dance, Bruno," Alexa kept insisting.

"Not even if we do this?" Bruno reached forward and grabbed her hands and pulled her into the crowd of dancers.

Now being so close to the action, surrounded by the movement of the crowd, Alexa did attempt to sway her hips a bit more so she didn't look as wooden. Bruno was moving away and Alexa watched him closely. She giggled at one point when he nearly tripped over his own two feet. Her anxiety did seem to dissipate now that they were shuffled in with the crowd, not standing on the outskirts for others to watch.

"You got rats in your pants there, Bruno?" Alexa teased him, talking loudly over the music.

"No more insults! Dance!" Bruno held both of her hands again and tried moving them back and forth to get her to move with him. She eventually loosened up, smiling freely.

She really did look radiant tonight.

He looked youthful tonight. Or something was different. Whatever was going on with Bruno, Alexa happened to like it.

"Wohoah!" Alexa let out a noise when Bruno took one of her arms and spun her around from her tippy toes, only for him to pull her into his chest after the fact.

Alexa was giggling again. He made her feel like a kid, and she never quite had a childhood to even go back to.

The song ended and shifted and the orange glow of the magical lights changed tint from oranges and yellows to blues and pinks. Alexa looked up and around at the mood shift and heard a slow song starting to play, just the sounds of an acoustic guitar floating in the night air. She was still pressed to Bruno's chest, both of her hands in his.

"Dos oruguitas..." Bruno started singing along softly to the song playing. Alexa listened to him sing the first few words and notes of the song before her own hand fell to Bruno's shoulder and the other stayed in his hand while one of his hands slid onto her waist. Bruno took the opportunity to guide Alexa's swaying, not making her move her feet just yet since she really did seem unsure about the new slower form of dancing. They just swayed in place, looking at each other. When another verse began, Bruno held onto Alexa's waist tighter and turned the two of them.

"Oh..." Alexa immediately tore her eyes away from Bruno's to look down at her feet now that they were legit starting to dance. Bruno took his hand under her chin and lifted her face up.

"You don't need to watch. Just trust me," Bruno reassured her.

And she did, feeling her feet tripping up at first, but Bruno was going slow for her. She got into the rhythm he was moving in soon enough and her whole posture relaxed. Bruno felt her getting less stiff. The first chorus landed and Alexa glanced toward the stage a few times, trying to figure out the words to this beautiful song, sung in Spanish only.

"It's about two caterpillars," Bruno started to say as if he was reading Alexa's mind, "Mamá used to sing this to us every night before bed."

Bruno spun Alexa around and they started moving and weaving through other couples dancing in the square.

"What about the two caterpillars?" Alexa asked.

Bruno waited for a verse to begin before he started translating, "... in love and yearning... spend every evening... and morning learning... to hold each other... their hunger burning... To navigate a world, that turns and never stops turning."

Alexa felt chills climb up her spine and echo into her fingertips. She noticed those little sparkly magics had floated down and were hovering within the crowd of people now. That's what was making her tingle. She moved her body closer to Bruno's... or maybe she was pushed closer. Alexa bent her head down and touched Bruno's forehead with her own. Her eyes were lowered, only to hear her own breathing and the sounds of the song. They were spinning now. Not spinning like a top, but holding in one place, turning slowly. Like the spinning ballerina in a music box.

The music swelled and Alexa felt her heart jump. Bruno spun her out from his hold with one arm and she twirled effortlessly, her skirt billowing in all the right directions. The magic sparkled all around the pair. Bruno took larger steps with Alexa when she rejoined his hold, only to be thrust out once more, their fingers grazing past each other until she was let go. Alexa stood for a second, but her slow footsteps kept the beat and her arms were pulled from her sides. There was glitter all around her as she danced. Bruno watched this unfold with his staying put, ethereal lights shining all around Alexa. It was like she was lifted off the very ground and placed back down right in front of Bruno. His arm slipped back into position around her waist and he held her hand with his other one. But Alexa moved that hand of his to her other hip, and she encircled both her hands across Bruno's neck. Their foreheads touched again.

"Ay, butterflies..." Bruno breathed, "... wonders surround you... just let the walls come down..." his voice dropped to barely a whisper, eyes staring deep into Alexa's, "... don't look behind you... Fly til you find your way toward tomorrow..."

The town and the Madrigals had faded out of existence for the time being, but they all remained witnesses. Like they were frozen in time, unable to do anything but watch the scene unfolding.

The spotlight left and the two just held each other, the guitar played its last few strings. The blue lights returned to warm hues. Alexa was breathing heavily now that she wasn't in fantasyland. She felt a sudden wetness slip down her cheek and it startled her, as she didn't know why she'd be crying. She was about to pull away and wipe her eyes but Bruno brushed his thumb along the smooth skin of her cheek for her, wiping the streak of a single tear away.

"Te quiero."

"What?" Alexa asked in her own whisper, feeling like she couldn't catch her breath.

Bruno tore his gaze away from Alexa for a split second before refocusing on her. He couldn't say it again. She looked... scared. He had to see her smile.

"The rat..." he held his hand up in front of her eyes, "This was your payback for earlier, wasn't it?"

Alexa looked perplexed, her brow furrowed.

"The revenge. With the witnesses. The death threat."

Alexa's face softened and she looked at the chubby little rat painting again and she did smile. She pushed her forehead into his once more, "Te quiero... too."

Bruno's ears heated up and his cheeks tinted pink, eyes now wide, "O-Oh... Oh, you did understand me, you sneak!"

Alexa threw her head back and laughed. Bruno giggled and swept her off her feet to give her a solid spin in a circle before holding her close once more. Alexa leaned in and they kissed.

A shockwave of light burst from the candle. The crowd gasped and this was the first time since the song began that Alexa actively noticed other people around them. Her and Bruno looked up at where the candle had been sitting near the stage, in a pedestal of its own for the night's anniversary. It still burned bright, if not brighter, than before.

There was more silence that followed the light flash. Bruno and Alexa tore their gazes away from each other at last and looked at everyone around them.

Alma was the first to step forward, into their space. Bruno and Alexa froze where they were. She stepped right up in between the two of them and looked from Alexa to her son. Then she smiled. And then she laughed. And she embraced the two of them.

The crowd cheered and huge amounts of chatter broke out, like the dam burst and everyone needed to talk about what they just witnessed.

"I was..." Mirabel uttered the first words amongst her sisters, "... not expecting that."

Dolores sidled up to the group and she whispered to Luisa, "We did good."

Luisa grinned and she held up her fist to give a fist bump.

The night went on and Bruno and Alexa had to deal with a lot of questions and congratulations and hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. Julieta and Pepa were in tears when they hugged their brother, matter of fact. But much later, in the dead of night, when the party ended and everyone went home to sleep, Bruno and Alexa sat on the roof together. Instead of waiting for a sun to rise, they now gazed up at the moon and the stars in the sky. They really hadn't said two words to each other since they kissed, bombarded by everyone coming at them and everything moving so quickly.

"Can I tell you something?" Bruno finally said something and Alexa looked at him.

"Of course."

"I can see futures. Anyone's future. Just not my own."

Alexa took that in, waited a beat, and then asked, "And you still can't see mine?" in an accusatory tone.

Bruno giggled at that, "I tried."

"No you didn't. You gave me an unenthused palm reading that didn't get me anywhere."

"No, before that. Before I knew you," Bruno continued, "Mom wanted me to see about you, why you found us, what you would do. And I... couldn't."

"You couldn't?"

"No."

"Does that mean I'm... broken?"

"No. I finally figured it out. Tonight, actually."

"Well?" Alexa was holding onto his every word.

"I can't see into my own future. You just happened to be a part of my future. That I also couldn't see."

There was a pause and Alexa stared at Bruno. He was smiling softly, knowingly at her in return. When Alexa understood, she smiled wider and rested her head on Bruno's shoulder. They went back to stargazing.

"So the palm reading was bullshit."

Bruno laughed loudly, making some birds in the distance fly from their trees. Alexa hugged him tight, giggling to herself.

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readbyred · 3 years

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One very important gesture - Hatcherfield favourites pt.1

This one is very specific because it’s very late when in writing this, or should I say early, and I have this scenario in mind where I take characters I like writing and have their s/o do something for then that they weren't expecting but needed; this work is unedited

Alice

“So the she (the vampire lesbian) just takes-” she passed realizing how a simple ‘how are you?’ just turned into a big monologue about her new project. Great now you’ll think she’s weird! Not giving you time to respond and just rambling like a maniac about undead murder lesbians. And if you found out she actually based the coffee shop owner’s character on you- that whole thing was am embarrassing mistake and she should have learned to shut up by now. If no one’s asking about her play then there’s literally no reason to shove it down people’s throats. That's the most pathetic thing she could do “geez, sorry for the ramble”

“No, no, please continue! I enjoy hearing you talk about things you like” smiling you look at her expectantly to continue her tale adding “i should be thankful America’s next most successful playwright is sharing her ideas with me”

Putting down her phone completely Alice looked at you wide eyed and you half expected to see those anime girl sparkle appear around her irises. She then looked away timidly smiling and putting her soft small hand atop of yours. After the pause ended she continued. Still smiling “so then she grabs the gun and[...]”

Lex

Lex cringed at her reddened face in the mirror, the aftermath of a crying session wrapped in your arm. She was scared, she felt very drained and lonely lately. But no matter what she had to keep her brave facade for Hannah.

“You alright?” you asked from your room seeing how your girlfriend only went to wash her face but was taking a very long time to come put of the bathroom.

“Why does it always go to shit like that?” sighing she fell back down of your bed “I really want her to have a better life but so far I'm doing nothing help”

“No, Lex” she expected to see pity when she turned to look you in the eyes but instead she was met with a sympathetic look “you’re doing enough and I know it's hard but I swear you are not alone in this”

As corny as it sounded it did paint a weak smile on her lips as she wrapped her hands around your torso lightly kissing your cheek

Lucy

The first date was going swell but you could tell the British woman across the table was getting distracted glancing at her phone.

“Is something wrong?” cocking your head you examined your date as her head snapped back up to look at you like a deer in headlights. She must have thought she was being sneaky with looking into her purse but she definitely was not.

“Oh! Sorry for that” avoiding the answer she sent you an apologetic smile.

“I won't press but did something happen?”

“No, not really. But if I told you, you’d just leave me here and call me crazy” she took a sip of her drink but despite her words she continued “Have you heard the ‘legend’ of the Ape Man who lives in the forests nearby?”

“So it is true that you’re looking for him” his could you not have heard the colourful stories about the creature, after all this town was where you grew up in and just like every child you too we're scared into obedience by tales of the beast that could lurk just outside your window. They didn't scare you but many of them stayed in your mind, vivid as ever.

“So you knew before you asked me out?” her eyebrows travelled almost all the way up to her hairline.

“Don’t get me wrong but those rumours were the reason I approached you in the first place...” looking away nervously you did not get the reaction you anticipated.

“Wait, really? I’m flattered, I really am” she smiled at your confusion “would you like to hear me talk about it then? I... I haven't had anyone to share my research with, in a while, and my ex-fiance wasn't very keen on the subject, you could say”

Nodding happily you took a sip of you hot chocolate listening to everything she had to say, seeing your date grow more excited as you followed along and asked questions about what she had to say

Emdroid

Walking over the bridge you stopped noticing that your partner had stopped to look over the railing. Here, some moths ago you helped her dump the bodies of her ‘human prototype’ as you called her and that man, her ex-fiance, who decided to be a bother and call off the wedding upon learning her identity.

She was the mastermind in your duo, way more confident about your crimes than you were. Yet she was still cursed with an awfully human mind and was no stranger to feeling doubt. And so as soon as you noticed her brown and blue eyes gazing into the black unforgiving mass of water underneath you knew what she was thinking.

“You know that we did the right thing, right?” approaching you put down your one hand next to hers on the railing and wrapped the other one around her, giving her sort of a light side-hug “she didn't use her life, you did a lot more than she could ever accomplish. You deserve happiness too”

Squeezing her shoulder lightly you felt her head lean on your (shoulder/head) as her small hand landed atop of yours. It was Sunday evening and it felt eru good news is t to rush and just stand there, with her, thinking.

Bonus for Starr that she gave me the idea for (I literally wrote nothing on my own here so all credit to @stopgettingonmynerves )

Ethan

After sneaking into the drive-in theatre at the outskirts of Hatchetfield, one of your personal favourite places in this small boring town, you took your favourite spot waiting for the film to start. You were really excited when you heard they would be playing “the rope” as you enjoyed revisiting it every chance you got. Sort of a weird comfort movie but your boyfriend didn't seem to mind. You felt a bit guilty actually with how much you mentioned it because ever since them Ethan went beyond himself to get some money and get you there legally. But it didn't work out and he had to resort to your usual plan. He wasn't very wealthy to say the least but it was never something that mattered to you. Yet it clearly embarrassed him, it was clear in the way his expression always changed to shameful when you two did something like that. It seemed that he (falsely of course) believed that if he didn't treat you to all those things you’d think less of him.

Finally, you couldn't bare to look at how he did all this and how he made himself feel about not doing more and when you cuddled into him, still waiting for the movie to start you leaned in and said to him quietly “You really don't gave to do this, you know? I know you don't like to sneak in every time and lie your way out of trouble. So please don't. You are worth much more than what you give and you don't have to ‘buy’ yourself space to exist in this relationship... please”

You weren't met with any verbal response but you felt him grip you tighter and rest his chin on your (head/shoulder).

Henry

“What is it?” you practically forced your way into his house frantically. When in the middle of the night your partner called you that there's been an emergency you rushed to get to him. But there he stood, fine as ever.

“I just had a revelation dear!” he said but it didn't go unnoticed that he had snuck around you and as he took your coat he was most likely trying to lock the door “come in and take a sit next to Alexa! How moronic of me not to think about this solution! So, it's about the ‘workin‘ boys’ I-”

“Henry” you stopped his rambling “is that why you called me to get here?”

To your surprise the man scoffed as if the answer was obvious.

“How else was I supposed to get you to come?” now it was your time to look at him baffled. You were extremely worried that he was hurt and for what?

“You could have just told me you wanted to talk, I would gladly listen to you” you explained making him freeze like a deer in the headlights.

“That's absurd!” the man objected “It never works! If I didn't use half truths i would never get an audience”

“Look, I'm not Emma or Ted” you responded taking a deep sigh “I'm with you now and I’ll gladly listen to what you have to say. Just... No weird lies and schemes from now on, alright?”

A genuine smile stretched his lips as he led you to his cozy kitchen “you certainly are a peculiar companion, I must say. But truly, the best one I could ask for. So! As I was saying [...]”

#starkid #tgwdlm #tgwdlm x reader #black friday x reader #tgwdlm preference #emdroid #black friday lex #ethan green #henry hidgens #lucy nightmare time #alice woodward #tgwdlm alice #x reader #preference

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fifteenskies15 · 4 years

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✧ Random Headcanon: Sanemi and Giyuu as couples (with a bit of SaneGiyuu as Kamaboko squads Dads) ✧

Admin 15: I don't know what was I thinking while making this, I was just washing my hands and suddenly my brain ask me: "girl, remember that someone in Twitter post about Sanemi and Giyuu adopting the kamaboko squad because of chapter 200 cover?? Also ain't you like, ship them so hard?? Like, sis?? Aside the fact you pair that angry gremlin w/ your daughter, why not write about them as a couple?? Dads??" like, hoe, don't give me ideas...now look what have you done to me, well anyways... I'll just go with it, even tho this shit is gonna be crappy as heck, and now, Alexa, please play Deathpacito.

So like, let's see, Giyuu is probably the stoic dad and doesn't know what the hell he gotta do, but regardless he loved his "dysfunctional little family" though doesn't know how he shows it

And Sanemi, boy, he's probably that kind of dad who would beat your ass with a belt if you don't eat your vegetables or run away from training (although you can't blame them since his training is hecking intense), but! Knowing that he used to have a lots of siblings, he still had a softer and understanding sides even though his pride overshadowed his kindness.

Dad Nemi is an intense mentor who would not hesitate to slaughter someone's ass (*cough* Zenitsu *cough*)

And Dad Giyuu is the mentor who seems calm and serene like the sea itself, but actually very merciless (like, he was under Urokodaki's tutelage and we have seen how he train Tanjiro)

The training consist gruelling drills, intense physical training, sparring and Zenitsu's blood curling scream or Inosuke shouting his usual "pig assault"

Like, can you imagine the chaos?

"THIS IS NOT A TRAINING, THIS IS A TORTURE TRIAL!!"

"Shut your goddamn mouth, Agatsuma!! Either go drag your sorry ass here or I'm going to beat you to death!"

"I'm gonna beat you this time half and half haori!! Just you watch!"

"Do a 1000 times sword swinging then I will accept your challenge"

Tanjiro and Nezuko probably the only one who gets on their good side, and deemed "Dads favorite kids"

Would you look at that bias...

Even so Dad Nemi wouldn't even hesitate to show how merciless he can be to Tanjiro though...

Now, trainings session aside, let's move on to the dads quality time.

While the kids squads were minding their own business, Sanemi and Giyuu would bask under the sunlight either on the engawa of Shinazugawa estate or Tomioka estate or even under the tree.

Sanemi would be the one who lay his head on Giyuu's lap (UwU)

Demand that Giyuu stroke his hair or he will beat his ass (hoe you're thirsty for affection)

And so Giyuu did, he thought Sanemi's hair is soft

And Giyuu smiled at how cute he is

Ohagi and a bowl of salmon radish is a must for their lunch date, no other food is allowed, except for green tea and three coloured dumplings as dessert

LIKE, IMAGINE THEY'RE FEEDING EACH OTHER

"Don't just eat that thing, try this..."

"You can't eat too much sweets, here, taste this"

Also when it comes to a date, it's just a simple stroll around the town or somewhere else

NOW IMAGINE THEM HOLDING HANDS

*dead*

Even 15 herself can't comprehend their cuteness, this was beyond her imagination.

PDA wasn't a thing for Giyuu but it sure is for Sanemi.

He loves the water pillar just as much, okay?

He probably circling his strong arm around Giyuu's petite waist while explaining today's training sessions to their children kamaboko squads.

Their display of affection make them gag (except that Tanjiro still finds it adorable, what a pure boy)

When it comes to praising the kids squads effort, Giyuu would smile softly and Pat their heads while saying "Good job"

And Sanemi hesitantly give them a pat on the back while saying "decent effort"

It makes the kids squads go fuwa fuwa

And before I conclude my crappy HC, allow me to explain their nightly routine

Personally, Giyuu gave me the "I haven't been sleeping for 3 days" vibe, so Sanemi would probably make a cup of chamomile tea to help his fatigue problem.

And...and...

NIGHTLY BATH

Okay that might sounded NSFW-ish but hear me out!!

Them enjoying the warm water that ease their muscles and wash away their stress.

And Sanemi who would hugged Giyuu from behind and placed his chin on his shoulder while whining about today's training and how much he missed him everytime they're separated in order to finish their mission

Okay he's not whiny, but one's gotta tell someone their problem to get it off their chest do they not?

Or telling Giyuu that he's not disliked...

And after that, they dried each other before slipping into their yukata

AND CUDDLES while sleeping.

And when morning comes, Inosuke break in to the estate and shouted "IT'S TIME TO TRAIN!! COME ON! I'M PUMPED FOR TODAY'S SESSION!!"

"Your son demands us to train him"

"Before sunrise, he was your son"

*15 hyperventilating noise* Oh my God, Oh my God, did I just do that?? Oh my God, I did, holy moly!! Please don't mind me, it's just I can't believe I wrote a HC about my OTP and it's really nerve-wracking >< I'm really sorry because this shit is cringy af and that you don't like it!!

(also I'm a slut for SaneGiyuu and Giyuu x Pillars ff or headcanons, so i might or might not do em in the near future)

#kimetsu no yaiba writings #kimetsu no yaiba headcanon #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #sanegiyuu #Shinazugawa Sanemi #Tomioka Giyuu

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reputayswift · 4 years

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Ever since I saw your exile literati gifset I cant get over how cyclical their relationship is! They really have seen this film before!! Why do you think Rory keeps coming back to Jess especially when she’s in a relationship with someone else?

Hey there! First off, thank you for checking out my Exile edit, I appreciate that a lot :) Secondly, this question sent me into an analytical spiral which is why you’re getting a response a few days late lol! I wanna preface this by saying that I’ve read a LOT of GG takes so anything I’m about to say has probably definitely been said more eloquently and concisely by someone else. Also I’m not going to get into comparing the boyfriends specifically because 1. I’ve watched the Jess eps more than any other so I don’t feel knowledgeable enough to talk on the other bfs 2. Conflict scares me :)

Okay so!

1. My (Somewhat) Reasonable Answer

I think they have a certain level of understanding that draws them back towards each other. I know Jess saying he “knows [Rory] better than anyone” in s6 is pretty controversial in the fandom (and I would never say Jess’s connection with Rory is deeper than her and, say, Lorelai’s) but that theme of “knowing”/mutual understanding crops up a lot for them (I’ve also seen a quote floating around from the writers saying they were intended to have a “meeting-of-the-minds” situation going on but all the sources I found for that were from Tumblr so not sure on the legitimacy of that).

Aside from both being bookworms they’re also both dealing with having others’ narrow expectations placed on them. The people of Stars Hollow (and in Jess’s case, his mother as well) reduce them to archetypes/caricatures of themselves (Town Sweetheart, Bad Boy). We see this pretty clearly when Taylor takes issue with Rory not wanting to play “Ice Cream Queen” once she sets her sights on college and Rory being hailed as the (literal) “poster-child of censorship.” Early on Jess susses out that Rory’s not exactly pleased with having this role forced on her (when Rory complains that her censorship poster is “stupid” Jess responds that “it’s the people who are stupid” and switches around the movie discs to get it taken down), which is one of our first glimpses at this understanding/peeling-back-their-images theme.

Teach Me Tonight has probably some of the most obvious examples of this. When Rory asks Jess why he’s not planning on attending college (when she knows that he’s more than capable, despite his lack of effort in school) he says:

“Ask my mother, she could give you a couple reasons. Oh, and I’m sure Principal Merton can chime in with a few good ones. In fact, ask your mother. She doesn’t know me all that well but I’m sure she could improvise a few things.”

Notice his response has everything to do with others’ uninformed expectations and nothing to do with his own desires! Then we have Rory saying her dream is to be an overseas correspondent and Jess initially thinking it sounds “a little too rough for [her]” (going off of that gentle Town Sweetheart assumption) then immediately pushing that away and assuring her she’ll do it.

Then we have Lorelai’s Graduation Day/The New York ep which is a huge turning point for their relationship! This whole interaction when Rory boards the bus back home really emphasizes the breaking-through-expectations point:

“Why did you come here?... I mean, you ditched school and everything. That's so not you. Why'd you do it?”

“Because, you didn't say goodbye.”

“Oh...Bye, Rory.”

Especially in conjunction with Rory’s confusion regarding her own actions after the fact:

“This is not who I am. If I were to write this down in my diary and I would read it, I would be like, Who is this freak? This isn't me.This isn't my diary. I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't skip school when I have finals coming up to go see a guy that isn't even my guy and end up missing my mother's graduation, which I wanted to be at so badly. That's someone else. That's someone flighty and stupid and dumb and girly.”

So we not only have Rory going against her own responsible schoolgirl image, but also Rory breaking through Jess’s assumption that people expect/desire him to leave (not caring enough for a warning or explanation). My friend @sanssa has a great post expanding on this better than I ever could :)

Alright so! The controversial s6 “WHY DID YOU DROP OUT OF YALE?” ep! Jess showing up (denim jacket, tousled hair, sparkly eyes...) having finally harnessed his own smarts with a published book is perhaps the perfect example of how the Jess x Rory relationship empowers them to seek out their own desires despite expectations:

“Jess, you've got such a great brain. I knew that if you could just sit down and stop shaking it around, you could do something like this. I knew it. I knew it.”

“I know you did...I just basically wanted to show you that. Uh, tell you...tell you that I couldn't have done it without you.”

Fast-forward to their mid-dinner argument, where Jess says:

“I know you better than anyone. This isn't you...What are you doing? Living at your grandparents' place, being in the DAR, no Yale — Why did you drop out of Yale?!

You could (and many have!) argue that this wasn’t his place to interfere (if you’re not invested in Jess I can completely understand how having the boyfriend with the least screen-time show up — tousled and sparkly as he may be — to tell her he knows her best and she’s — in kinder words — wasting her life away would have you saying “Who’s this guy?” lol) but when you look at their history of pushing past each others’ fronts and get to Rory’s resulting realization;

“[Jess is] doing something...I’m not. I mean, what am I doing? I'm living with my grandparents... I'm palling with my grandmother and being waited on by a maid. I come home, and my shoes are magically shined. My clothes are magically clean, ironed, and laid out. My bed is magically turned down. I'm in the DAR? I'm going to meetings and teas and cocktail parties?... And wasting my time partying and drinking, just hanging out doing nothing,”

I personally interpret it as him telling her a hard truth she was shielding herself from accepting. And of course we see his intervention in-part sets off her reconnecting with Lorelai and getting back on track with her schooling/dreams, in much the same way Rory pushing past his “no one expects anything of me so I’m going to do nothing with my life” assumption motivates him to pursue writing more seriously.

Then finally we get to the Revival where Jess finds Rory in a slump again and encourages her to write a book about her and her mother:

“Where is this coming from? What inspired you?”

“I was frustrated. I was talking to Jess —”

...

“Last night I outlined the first five chapters just like that. That’s a sign...This is it, this is what I’m supposed to do.”

TL;DR: They understand each other in a way that lets them see past others’ assumptions/expectations to the true, complicated them in a way that empowers them to follow their dreams and be better versions of themselves

2. My Extremely Biased Hopeless Romantic Answer

There’s some sort of soulmate/red string of fate thing going on, Alexa play Invisible String

#ask hall of fame #otp: ernest only has lovely things to say about you #useless rambles with tay #literati #ty to Maayan aka lorelaigilmo for patiently proofreading this for me <3 #imagine if I put this much effort into something useful!

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THE ROTH FAMILY

Based on the series Succession, this is a request for THE ROTHS, the family behind the shadowy MORPHOS CORP. If the Impact of 1999 is the blood in the water, then the Roth family are the sharks that followed. Arriving from Washington D.C. for the feast, they established the Genesis research facility in 2000 and have been using it for the last 21 years to explore the depths of the Novum Stretch as well as to conduct top secret experiments on how the Stretch affects plants, animals, and people.

Their company, Morphos Corp, was originally established in 1971 by family patriarch Charles Roth. Since its inception, Morphos has had a diverse portfolio dealing in government contracting (military, weapons, security) and pharmaceuticals. Their research on the Stretch is their latest power grab, as they secretly seek to monetize/weaponize their findings. Click here for more on the Morphos subplot.

The TL;DR of them is this: they’re rich, they’re ruthless, and they won’t leave until they get what they’ve come for. Even as the Backburns’ and town hall’s disdain for them grows, Arkney and Bellmore have become severely dependent on the money, jobs, and prestige Morphos and the Roths have brought to the area, and the Roths know and leverage this. The patriarch has dictated that each of his children fan out and insinuate themselves in different parts of Arkney and Bellmore society to increase the family’s presence and hold on the area.

If you’re interested in playing any of the available roles in this request, please reach out to any of the admins on Discord, once our server is open! Note that it is not necessary to have seen the show to participate, though it’s highly recommended for the vibes! See the group pin board for even more vibes.

Full blurbs for the roles can be found below!

THE LOGAN Charles Roth, 80 Written by Mady

THE LOGAN is no other than the founder and CEO of Morphos, Charles Roth. Charles may have come from some relative privilege but he has taken whatever wealth he was born with and tripped it, then did it again and again. After joining the military, he started his own business, Morphos.. The Morphos corporation has grown and with it his own, and the Roths at large, prominence. He is a ruthless man, cruel when necessary, manipulative, clever and driven above all else. He puts his business and family name above all else and is willing to kill for what he wants. Not the forgiving type, he's a formidable father, boss and possessive leader of the Roth family.

FC: Donald Sutherland

THE MARCIA 50-70 Reserved for Hobie

Third wife of Charles Roth, THE MARCIA is not to be underestimated. Having gained her own wealth in pharmaceuticals, she and Charles met through business and they were attracted to one another's power, wealth, and intelligence. MARCIA is unsympathetic, and at times antagonist, with Charles' children. Appreciating a man that has worked for what he has, she thinks of his adult children as spoiled, ungrateful, leeches on their father's hard earned legacy. The two have been married for ten years and she's fiercely loyal but more than capable of looking out for herself in this nest of vipers.

FC: Charlotte Rampling

THE CONNOR 42-50 Open

While the oldest of the four Roth siblings, THE CONNER doesn’t exactly act like it. He’s prone to frequent flights of fancy and, though he thinks himself highly effective, he mostly is anything but. He has the least influence on family and company dealings and occasionally has to be asked to cease and desist for the sake of preserving the Roth’s and Morphos’ reputation. THE CONNER is also Charles’ son from his first marriage and, as such, does not share a mother with his younger brothers and sister. What he’s doing now (read: his next big likely-to-be-doomed venture) is up to the player.

Suggested FCs: Alexander Skarsgård (pictured), Michael Shannon, Jon Hamm, Hugh Dancy, Bill Hader, Matt Bomer

THE KENDALL Jasper Roth, 40 Written by Vive

As THE KENDALL, Jasper is the hapless, over-achieving, by-the-books second son who once had Big Dreams™ of taking over as Morphos’ CEO upon his father’s retirement. However, that all went out the window five months ago when he found his then-lover was using him to get kompromat on the company and Jasper went to his dad for “help” (read: because of this, his then-lover was killed). His guilt, shame, heartbreak, and captivity to Charles’ whims has turned him into an increasingly run-down version of his former golden boy self, and he has been coping with a return to drug use.

FC: Daniel Brühl

THE ROMAN Remy Roth, 35 Written by Grim

As THE ROMAN, Remy has had a nice life coasting off of his family's name and their overall success. Spending a lot of his time partying, schmoozing, and generally just testing people's nerves with his sass, the time has come for him to pull his weight for once. Remy's easy-going nature is nothing when compared to his work ethic, a hidden gem that has driven him to impressive social heights. So now he's learning he's much more than just the family name and is working on 'coolifying' the town, in his eldest brother's words. A entrepreneur and restaurateur, he's already established a local brunch eatery and is working on starting a nightclub to breathe some real fun into an otherwise dismal town.

FC: Daniel Radcliffe

THE SHIV Anthea Roth, 33 Written by Lina

The youngest of the four siblings but, arguably, the most put-together and capable one. THE SHIV has always had a hand grasping her father's sleeve, seeking his approval and admiration at the cost of her own independence. She's swallowed down dreams of travel and creative exploration in favor of being the Good Girl, and she's chiseled down her softness to a sharp point; twisting her empathy into a tool for finding weak spots in her opposition. Engaged to THE TOM but she chose him with her family in mind rather than her own heart. Commitment is hard without real attachment and she's seeing someone else, someone local, on the side.

She once worked for Morphos but has recently carved out a piece of the Town Hall, working as a Communications Advisor for the Mayor's Office. She handles their optics and engagements with the towns – all behind-the-scenes, of course. THE LOGAN expects her to report back and keep him apprised of the inner workings of local politics, and she's happy to do so.

FC: Elizabeth Debicki

THE TOM 30-35 Open

Appearances have always mattered to THE TOM — how he feels about himself is refracted in how others perceive him. He's caught up in the heights of wealth and status, believing that it's the secret to a good life. He comes from an upper class background, not anywhere close to Roth-level affluence but enough to be disconnected from the “real world”. Engaged to THE SHIV and while he loves her, that love is compounded with greed, insecurity and desperation. Often lashes out at those “under” him, like COUSIN GREG, to assert himself and take back control. He has secured a position on the Morphos PR & Legal team, some would say through special treatment and they certainly aren’t wrong. Up to you if he’s fit for the job, or if he’s coasting by on his fiancées name.

Suggested FCs: Trevante Rhodes (pictured), Jon Kortajarena, Alfonso Herrera, Ben Barnes, Aldis Hodge, Manny Montana

THE COUSIN GREG 21-27 Open

The COUSIN GREG is the son of Charles Roth’s estranged sister. Very much green in all regards, they have (clumsily) insinuated themselves in the family’s business to secure a job and have been #trying to do what they must to keep that job. At first glance, COUSIN GREG isn’t much—they are naive, overly optimistic, and do not share the family’s ruthless instincts. However, they are not to be underestimated, as they are in fact listening, learning, and biding their time to make their own moves. Is basically the glorified assistant to THE TOM.

Gender is open and character can be biracial.

Suggested FCs: Charles Melton (pictured), Zazie Beetz, Jordan Fisher, Sasha Lane, Sean Teale, Laura Harrier, Xavier Dolan, Noami Scott, Gavin Leatherwood, Ashley Moore

THE GERRI 55-65 Open

THE GERRI has been working for the Roths for several decades and is currently serving as Morphos’ Director of PR & Legal. They are very much loyal to Charles Roth and the company, and work as his general counsel on all matters of decision-making. Loyalty aside, however, THE GERRI has been around the block and knows how the game works. They are not above making their own allegiances with those that suit their purposes and are astute in hedging their bets to ensure they land on the winning side no matter what. Vaguely a warped parent-ish figure to the Roth children, with some wine aunt vibes.

Suggested FCs: Viola Davis (pictured), Carla Gugino, Angela Bassett, Salma Hayek, Marisa Tomei, Monica Bellucci, Demi Moore

THE RAVA 34-40 Open

THE RAVA is married to THE KENDALL and has been around the family for several years. Though she loves and cares about Jasper and vice versa, their marriage has largely become one of convenience. Beyond this, the details of her life are open and discussable with Jasper’s player (vive). They could be separated or approaching divorce, she could be cool with his affair or not or not know, they could have kids that she mostly raises or not, etc.

Suggested FCs: Oona Chaplin (pictured), Sofia Boutella, Hannah John-Kamen, Alexa Davalos

#morphosrp #dev

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years

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Bravest Of Us All / Richie Tozier Angst

Request: ok feel free to decline this but can i request a (2019) richie and a reader who instead of eddie, sacrifices themself? this is a little personal but maybe they struggle with self worth and usually think more for others than themselves? thank you for your time!

This is so sad alexa play despacito but honestly I hope you’re feeling okay love <3 This is a rewrite of one I did with Bill!

All comments and love is honestly much much appreciated, because I genuinely am hating my writing at the moment <3

Deadlights.

That’s all that Richie saw. The deadlights.

He has this look in his eye you’ve never seen before, not on him. It's the look you saw in Beverly’s eyes the moment she set into the Jade of the Orient: wild. It doesn't belong on his face and it scares you; he's the one who always knows what to do.

But as he begins floating up into the darkness, it didn’t matter: all you could feel was anger. Anger that it should have been you in those lights, not your husband. He didn’t deserve this, but you could save him.

Stumbling to your feet, feeling angrier and more indignant now than you ever had in your life, you turn to face the thing that had plagued this town and the boy who owned your heart for too long now, raising your arms out in tight fists by your side before running forward out of a floundering Bill’s grasp, passing Eddie’s reaching hands as he tries to hold you back, instead picking up the piece of fence railing you had broken off from outside the well house and slamming it down into the spider’s mouth.

You feel the fear. You still take the step forwards. And then, as if by magic, you find confidence, all those steps you took in your life building up to this, building a brave soul, an accomplished person who does much for others, one who has their respect and love.

Hitting out against the thing, you kick and scrab and fight with all that’s left in you, closing your eyes tight and thinking only of Richie’s laugh. And for a moment, as its hold begins to loosen, it feels as if you’ve won.

Then all he could feel was his back thumping against the jagged rocks.

You run over to him, skidding onto the floor by his side, your hands fumbling over his dirt soaked yellow shirt as he blinks his eyes awake, settling uncertainly on yours. When he finally sees you, a smile settles on his face as you gaze down at him, bubbling laughter ripping from your throat as you pin him down with your thighs on either side of your hips.

‘I did it, Richie. We did it, we finally did it! It’s dead!’

Until you feel a sharp point rip through your chest and pin you to the floor.

For a peaceful few minutes, you lose consciousness, dreaming of your childhood in short flashes, not noticing Richie stumbling to his feet, his eyes bloodshot and cloudy as his heart begins to pound, whispering small little ‘no, no, no, please god no’ ‘s to himself like a mantra as he hobbles across the ground, his boots nearly slipping in his desperation to get to you, to hold you, to know that you’re alive. He pushed Mike harshly out of the way, falling to his knees by your side, as Pennywise moans, receding slowly into the background with blooding pouring out of its face.

‘No, no, goddammit y/n, not now. You can’t die now, not now! Come on, I love you! Please, y/n, I love you. I can’t lose you now.’

Eddie doesn’t think he’s seen Richie cry so much before, but as he wanders over to stand next to Richie, watching the tears drip down his cheeks in hot streams, his eyes nearly shut with pain as his lips blubber, so unsure as to what or say or what to do as his hands tremble, hovering over your body, he’s frightened by its intensity.

‘Somebody-somebody help, p-please! I can’t lose you now, y/n. Please, god just please. I’m an idiot, I know, but I’m you’re idiot, y/n. If you can hear me, please open your eyes.’

Pressing his head down onto your neck, he begins to sob gently, before they turn into devastating, racking sobs that echo throughout the silent building.

‘Why would you do that? Why would you do that, y/n?’

As the life fluid drained out of you in it's garish red, your skin took on the pallor of a corpse. Your stomach felt sick and then one by one you lost control of your limbs until finally your head slumped against his chest as he cradled you up into his arms, unable to stop the tears that slipped down onto your hair like stardust. You could still hear, but you could control your body. Then, like a ghost, you slipped into a coma, your dreams bright with the thoughts of a boy with buck teeth and glasses to wide for his face.

All the losers bend down to wrap their arms around Richie’s back, wiping away tears of their owns as he rests his arm around your middle, having to squeeze his nails so far into his palms that they draw blood in order to stop himself from killing Pennywise with his own bare hands.

The rest of the Losers move away slowly, leaving Richie sitting with a wavering smile on the small boulder, diving down one by one in the water to search for his glasses, leaving him his moment to mourn.

Slowly bobbing through the waves you and the gang had spent your childhood swimming through during long summer days, Bill reaches the side of Richie Trashmouth Tozier, gently reaching up to spread his fingers over his arm in a tight grasp, Looking over at Big Bill, he finally breaks, using his other hand to hide his brow. But you can see the smile dip on his face, his lips warbling as you see the warm tears drip down his dirt and blood flecked cheeks.

‘We-we just left her down there. How could we just leave her, after all she’s done for us, all the things she sacrificed. She must be so-so afraid, Bill.’

‘She doesn’t have to be anymore, Richie. It’s okay, we were there with her. She wasn’t alone, in the end, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Because she was always the bravest of us all.’

Love and sorrow, the twins... the love comes first sweet and strong, then the sorrow that we shall never again be together in this life. But for now the loss is more than Richie’s heart can take, what he once treasured now a memory, a shadow lingering in the depths of his mind. It's a strange thing to lose something which you once had, like a limb torn from your body without the chance to save it.

You had left him; he was alone.

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mindingmyownbusiness · 5 years

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Woman

Pairing - Neighbor!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader Modern AU Summary - Cleaning your apartment is never fun and you’re almost done when a freak accident brings you face to face with your neighbor and your crush, Bucky Barnes. Will you get a happy ending or will your embarrassment end things before they begin? Warnings - none, just an overabundance of fluff Word Count - 2691 Notes - “Woman” by Kesha is the number one track on my Guilty Pleasures playlist. No matter what mood I’m in or what crap I have waded through during my day this song never fails to give me back some of my spark. This fic was also my submission to @themaskedwriter a few weeks ago in case anyone is wondering why it sounds familiar!

My Masterlist

I buy my own things, I pay my own bills These diamond rings, my automobiles Everything I got, I bought it Boys can't buy my love, buy my love, yeah

Hell yes. Now this is what I’m talking about. You asked Alexa to pump the volume up to eleven and grooved your way across the kitchen floor. Cleaning might be the worst ever but the right playlist can make all the difference. Peeling off the ratty tee you’d been cleaning in all morning you wiped the sweat from your face and chest and tossed it into your laundry basket. This left you in a cute and comfy bralette and your favorite boyshorts, showing way more skin than you’re used to but hey, this is your apartment! Your safe space, and you loved the way you felt in these clothes (even if no one would ever appreciate the view but yourself).

I do what I want, say what you say I work real hard every day

You attacked the last chore on your to-do list with renewed energy, swishing the mop back and forth to the music. Hips moving to the beat you really let loose, belting out the lyrics with an enthusiasm you’d never dare show in public.

I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don't need a man to be holding me too tight I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, that's right I'm just having fun with my ladies here tonight I'm a motherf*cker

Little did you know you weren’t as alone as you thought….

Bucky could hear the bass thumping before the elevator door even opened. Ah, must be cleaning day. He smiled to himself as he passed your apartment door, fumbling around his grocery bags for his keys. When he finally got his door open he nearly tripped over a package he hadn’t seen leaning against his door. Setting down his bags he bent to retrieve it, laughing softly at the sight of your name. Looks like Stan the mailman is playing Cupid again. Not that he needed a reason to pop over and see you, but the occasional “misdelivered” mail sure did make it convenient. Once his groceries were put away he changed into something more casual and checked his hair in the mirror before rolling his eyes at himself. Snap out of it Barnes, she doesn’t even see you that way. Still, it didn’t stop him from looking over his appearance one more time before heading out.

Grabbing your package he stepped back down the hall and knocked on your door. No response. The music sounded even louder than before so he knocked again, this time with a bit more force. Still nothing. He fingered the keys in his pocket, hesitating only a moment before deciding to let himself in. Not “technically” an emergency but surely you wouldn’t mind… A wave of sound nearly knocked him over as he opened your door but it was immediately worth it. The sight that greeted his eyes would be one he wouldn’t soon forget.

The first thing he noticed was your hair, normally down and ramrod straight, now thrown up into a messy bun, flyaways and frizz sticking out every which way and framing your face like a literal halo. Beads of sweat dotted your makeup-free face, your eyes closed as you sang and swayed your way around the mop before swiping it across the floor again. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming, taking in every one of your gorgeous curves from your shoulders to your hips to your ankles and back up again, swallowing thickly as every inch of you moved to the beat with grace and confidence. Gone was the shy, blushing neighbor who was always so covered up that all he had was his imagination to fill in the blanks. This… this was something else. And it was infinitely better than anything his imagination could have come up with. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should feel guilty for seeing you like this, that you’d be absolutely mortified if you knew he was watching, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. This peek into your behind-the-scenes life was an absolute gift. Even if you ended up slapping him sideways and never spoke to him again at least he’d have this moment to haunt him (and taunt him) the rest of his days. God, how he hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

Let's drive around town in my Cadillac Girls in the front, boys in the back Loosey as a goosey and we're looking for some fun I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don't need a man to be holding me too tight I'm a motherf*ck---AAAHHH!

Once second you were in your own blissful world and the next thing you knew you were flat on your back, pain shooting down your arm. Tears sprang to your eyes immediately when you moved to sit up, your left arm screaming in pain at the slightest movement. Cursing through clenched teeth you yelled for Alexa to stop the music that was now doing nothing but adding to your distress. However, silence was not what your ears were met with. Instead you heard the voice of your ridiculously hot neighbor and it was getting closer to where you were lying, partially hidden between the kitchen island and the countertop.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Are you okay?! Are you hur--”

“Bucky, STOP!” you shrieked, attempting to hide yourself even more. He cannot see me like this, he can NOT see me like this… “I-I’m fine, just slipped is all, no worries!” Your nervous laugh was interrupted by a gasp of pain you couldn’t hold back when you moved your arm without thinking.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you are definitely hurt. Here, let me help you.” His footsteps were getting dangerously close.

“No! Bucky r-really you don’t have to--” But it was too late, you threw your right arm over your face just as you heard him step around the kitchen island. “Please… I-I don’t want you to see me like this..” you pleaded quietly.

The confusion was evident in his voice. “Like what? Hurt? Clumsy? Weak? (Y/N), this could’ve happened to anyone, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, lemme help you sit up. Where does it hurt?”

You sigh in resignation. “It’s my left arm, I-I can’t move it.” You offer him your uninjured arm but keep your eyes tightly shut as if not seeing him would prove this is all some sort of horrible dream and any minute you’d wake up. Bucky eased you into a sitting position and gently maneuvered you so you could lean against the island, your good arm gingerly cradling your injured one.

“(Y/N)...?” Unable to avoid it any longer you opened your eyes, your vision immediately filled with the very concerned and very handsome face of one too-hot-for-his-own-good Bucky Barnes.

Not a dream. Nope, he is very real. And he’s in your apartment. And you’re practically in your underwear looking a hot mess. And not the good kind. That’s when the tears really start to fall. All the pain and embarrassment become too much and you are powerless to stop it.

Bucky’s face falls as he attempts to reassure you, “Hey, hey now.. don’t cry! We’re gonna get you fixed up and you’ll be good as new, I promise. Everything’s gonna be okay...”

At his kind words you just get more and more upset, your emotions taking over and everything you’re feeling literally exploding out of you.

“NO! No, Bucky it’s not, it is not gonna be okay! My arm hurts like hell and it’s probably broken and I really don’t have time to take off work a-and you’re here-- omg you’re here and you’re just being so perfect and so nice and looking so GOOD and here I am looking like absolute trash-- nononono I-I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this, I just-- I just can’t-- I-I--”

Taking your face in both of his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours. “(Y/N) stop... take a breath okay? Just breathe…”

You open your mouth to protest but he silences you with a gentle finger to your lips. “Ah, ah, ah… five deep breaths. Minimum. With me, now.”

His deep voice left no room for argument and you shakily did as he said, matching your breathing with his. After a few moments you actually felt better and offered him a small smile. “Th-thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here...”

He shuffled over and sat next to you, his knee nudging yours. “Well I hope you would have called me. I know that’s what I would have done.”

“Yeah,” you laughed nervously before you paused and narrowed your eyes at him. “Wait… you’re here. In my apartment.. Why are you here?” He was strangely silent as you began to put the pieces together, your eyes widening in realization. “Bucky... exactly how long have you been here?”

“Um…” His sheepish look immediately gave him away. “Just from like the second verse…?”

“BUCKY?!” you screeched as you swatted at him with your good arm. “Are you KIDDING me?”

“What? I’m sorry, okay?” He flinched and ducked to avoid your onslaught. “Stan delivered a package of yours to me by mistake and I was just returning it! You didn’t answer the door when I knocked so… I let myself in..?”

“Oh my god,” you cover your face with your free hand, “I can’t believe you saw me like that.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I mean, I was really enjoying the sho--OW!” he yelped as you smacked his arm and went back to hiding behind your hand. “Seriously though, you have absolutely nothing to hide.” You peeked at him, looking for signs of insincerity. “I for one really appreciated your… assets,” he teased with a smirk and a wink.

“Stop it,” you mumbled, a blush quickly creeping across your exposed skin.

“Nope. You’re gorgeous.”

“You don’t mean that,” you respond quietly, worrying your bottom lip in the process.

“Course I do, you’re beautiful.”

“Noooooo…” you insisted, shaking your head in protest.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek and gently turning you to face him. He waits until your gaze flickers up to meet his, those impossibly blue eyes so bright and so kind that you almost forget to breathe. “I want you to listen to me. And I need you to really, really hear me.” You slowly nod your head, his face so close you can’t miss the slight upturn of his smile when your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “You are undeniably, completely, take-my-breath-away, beautiful.” With every word he moves imperceptibly closer to you, his nose gently nudging yours, pausing just before your lips touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Bucky?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“What are we doing?”

“Well... I was thinking about kissing you.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You’d always thought if this moment ever came you’d be completely freaking out but instead you felt this overwhelming sense of calm, of rightness, of peace. The last bits of your hesitation and panic simply evaporated leaving nothing but you, you and Bucky, and this perfect, perfect moment...

“Okay,” you exhaled with a smile.

“Okay?” The hope in his voice was unmistakable and it absolutely warmed your heart.

“Okay.” You were ready. At least, you thought you were.

The first brush of his lips was so gentle you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it or not. But the next… the next there was no mistaking it. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t dreamed about this moment countless times but this was leaps and bounds beyond anything your fantasies could come up with. Things were quickly becoming more heated as the kiss deepened and Bucky’s hand slipped from your face into your hair and down your neck until---

“Aaah!” You cried out as Bucky quickly moved his hand from your shoulder. Eyes shut tight and jaw clenched you took a deep breath through your nose as you waited for the new wave of throbbing in your arm to pass.

A curse word or five erupted from Bucky as he scrambled back, hands in the air, “(Y/N) I am so, so sorry… I can’t believe I got so carried away! Way to ruin the moment Barnes…” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m okay Bucky, really,” he shook his head, guilt threatening to overtake him. “I wasn’t exactly thinking about my arm either, that was some kiss mister.” That got a grin out of him. “I promise, we’ll be more careful from here on out, okay?” You smiled and reached for his hand, hoping you’d done enough to ease his mind. Bucky finally gave in and looked back at you. Seeing the sincerity in your eyes helped him to quickly shake off his guilt. He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders, and went right back to taking charge.

“Alright, enough incredibly sexy distractions.” You tried not to giggle but you couldn’t help letting it out a little. “C’mon, let’s get you to that hospital,” Bucky picked himself up and turned, reaching down to help you up into a standing position, taking extra care not to aggravate your injury.

Steadying yourself against the counter you look down at what you’re wearing and cringe, blushing again and shrinking into yourself in an effort to hide. “Ughhhh,” you groan, “I can’t go like… like this.”

“May I remind you again, you are a knockout, and no,” he stopped you before you could interrupt him, “you are not allowed to contradict me. Just take the damn compliment (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no point in arguing with him and the pain in your arm certainly wasn’t getting any better. “Now how about we just work on helping you feel more comfortable so we can get you taken care of.”

You knew there was no point in arguing with him so you led the way to your bedroom hoping this wouldn’t be yet another embarrassing moment in the mountain of embarrassment that was defining your day. “Okay, but don’t judge me, my room is a mess even on cleaning day.”

You could hear him chuckling behind you. “I’m sure it’s an adorable mess, just like you.” Shaking your head with a smile you opened your door and began to look around for something to wear.

Finding some clean, loose-fitting pajama pants and your flip flops was relatively easy, a shirt that wouldn’t cause you to further injure your arm was another problem altogether. Your frustration was mounting again just as Bucky spoke up, “Here, I have an idea.” You turned to see him slipping off his button up flannel, leaving him in a snug fitting tee.

Helloooo there… “Oh, um, n-no Bucky I couldn’t...” but your protests were quickly dismissed with a shake of his head.

“Hush, this is the best option. Plus,” he grinned, “I’ve always wondered what my girl would look like in my clothes.” Is this guy even REAL?? Blushing anew you relented and finally fully allowed Bucky to help you out. After a few minutes of fumbling together with your clothes and trying not to jostle your injured arm you look up at him, admiring the adorably handsome concentrated look on his face as he worked on the last few buttons of your/his shirt.

“You’re so sweet to do all this, you know you really don’t have to…”

“Somebody’s gotta take care of you doll, might as well be me,” he says as he fastens the last button.

“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you teased rolling your eyes, that is until you locked gazes with him, stormy blue eyes holding something deep and wonderful within them that you’d definitely never seen before. Something that you suddenly realized you very much wanted to explore further.

“Yeah… I really am,” he murmurs before kissing your forehead sweetly and escorting you out the door.

END

I wrote this so long ago it almost feels like someone else did it! I’m working on getting my writing mojo back and realized that I never posted this on my blog so hey I’d love to know your thoughts so leave me a comment and if you liked it please consider reblogging! Thanks! :)

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themaskedwriter · 5 years

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Woman

Clues:

This is not the first time I’ve used a song to inspire a fic, in fact I’ve done it at least three times before.

Bucky Barnes fluff is what I’m best known for as a writer, if you catch a whiff of angst in my writing just know it’ll be fixed before the end, scouts honor.

I’m one of those “old people” on Tumblr, but writing and my fandoms keep me feeling young!

Woman

Pairing - Neighbor!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader Modern AU

Summary - Cleaning your apartment is never fun and you’re almost done when a freak accident brings you face to face with your neighbor and your crush, Bucky Barnes. Will you get a happy ending or will your embarrassment end things before they begin?

Warnings - none, just an overabundance of fluff

Word Count - 2691

Notes - “Woman” by Kesha is the number one track on my Guilty Pleasures playlist. No matter what mood I’m in or what crap I have waded through during my day this song never fails to give me back some of my spark.

I buy my own things, I pay my own bills These diamond rings, my automobiles Everything I got, I bought it Boys can’t buy my love, buy my love, yeah

I do what I want, say what you say I work real hard every day

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight I’m a motherf*cker

Little did you know you weren’t as alone as you thought….

———-

Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac Girls in the front, boys in the back Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun

I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight I’m a motherf*ck—AAAHHH!

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Are you okay?! Are you hur–”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you are definitely hurt. Here, let me help you.” His footsteps were getting dangerously close.

“No! Bucky r-really you don’t have to–” But it was too late, you threw your right arm over your face just as you heard him step around the kitchen island. “Please… I-I don’t want you to see me like this..” you pleaded quietly.

“(Y/N)…?” Unable to avoid it any longer you opened your eyes, your vision immediately filled with the very concerned and very handsome face of one too-hot-for-his-own-good Bucky Barnes.

Bucky’s face falls as he attempts to reassure you, “Hey, hey now.. don’t cry! We’re gonna get you fixed up and you’ll be good as new, I promise. Everything’s gonna be okay…”

At his kind words you just get more and more upset, your emotions taking over and everything you’re feeling literally exploding out of you.

“NO! No, Bucky it’s not, it is not gonna be okay! My arm hurts like hell and it’s probably broken and I really don’t have time to take off work a-and you’re here– omg you’re here and you’re just being so perfect and so nice and looking so GOOD and here I am looking like absolute trash– nononono I-I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this, I just– I just can’t– I-I–”

Taking your face in both of his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours. “(Y/N) stop… take a breath okay? Just breathe…”

You open your mouth to protest but he silences you with a gentle finger to your lips. “Ah, ah, ah… five deep breaths. Minimum. With me, now.”

He shuffled over and sat next to you, his knee nudging yours. “Well I hope you would have called me. I know that’s what I would have done.”

“Um…” His sheepish look immediately gave him away. “Just from like the second verse…?”

“BUCKY?!” you screeched as you swatted at him with your good arm. “Are you KIDDING me?”

“Oh my god,” you cover your face with your free hand, “I can’t believe you saw me like that.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I mean, I was really enjoying the sho–OW!” he yelped as you smacked his arm and went back to hiding behind your hand. “Seriously though, you have absolutely nothing to hide.” You peeked at him, looking for signs of insincerity. “I for one really appreciated your… assets,” he teased with a smirk and a wink.

“Stop it,” you mumbled, a blush quickly creeping across your exposed skin.

“Nope. You’re gorgeous.

“You don’t mean that,” you respond quietly, worrying your bottom lip in the process.

“Course I do, you’re beautiful.”

“Noooooo…” you insisted, shaking your head in protest.

“Bucky?” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“What are we doing?”

“Well… I was thinking about kissing you.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you exhaled with a smile.

“Okay?” The hope in his voice was unmistakable and it absolutely warmed your heart.

“Okay.” You were ready. At least, you thought you were.

You could hear him chuckling behind you. “I’m sure it’s an adorable mess, just like you.” Shaking your head with a smile you opened your door and began to look around for something to wear.

Helloooo there… “Oh, um, n-no Bucky I couldn’t…” but your protests were quickly dismissed with a shake of his head.

“You’re so sweet to do all this, you know you really don’t have to…”

“Somebody’s gotta take care of you doll, might as well be me,” he says as he fastens the last button.

“Yeah… I really am,” he murmurs before kissing your forehead sweetly and escorting you out the door.

#fic

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