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watchmegetobsessed · 4 months

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MISTAKEN HATRED

A/N: okay im veeery nervous about this one bc its the longest story i've written in probably months and it took me sooo long to finish it so im just praying its not utter shit 🙃 anywaysss, happy holidays guys! it's not overly festive, but it has some vibes so im labeling it as my xmas fic haha feedback is always appreciated! 🎄

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SUMMARY: Things don't go as smooth as you planned with your bakery's opening, but you're doing your best to overcome the struggles. However there is one person who is hating on your business as if it was his job: Harry Styles. You just wish you knew what you did to earn his hatred...

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This is not how you imagined the last weeks before your official opening.

You imagined the interrior to be fully done by now so you can focus on the last touches, ordering the right ingredients and promoting the opening.

Instead, you’re staring at what’s supposed to be your eight tables, intact and put together but it’s all in pieces. You specifically remember the website said they would deliver them done and you wouldn’t have to play puzzles. But they arrived six days late and very much not the way they promised.

Taking a deep breath you stare up at the ceiling and decide to take the trash out before turning your bakery into Ikea.

“It’s alright. I can do this. I can do anything,” you keep telling yourself as you drag out the trash bags that are almost the size of you.

You knew opening your own business would be tough. Especially in Eroda, the little town you have some of your earliest memories from, where your grandma used to live, the place that was closest to her heart and it breaks yours to know she couldn’t spend her last years here because she was too sick to live on her own.

She never asked you to come back here, but the moment you found her recipe books the summer after she passed, you just knew what you had to do. Now it’s been three years and you’re finally opening Nana’s that will bring her warmth and love back to Eroda, or you hope so.

Pushing the door open with your shoulder, you keep dragging the bags to the containers behind the small shop and you’re so deep in your thoughts you don’t even notice the two people just a couple of feet away.

“Hi, Love!”

You recognize Anne’s sweet, chirpy voice and a smile spreads across your face even before you look up, but the moment you see the person standing next to her, all joy just drains from your body.

Harry Styles is standing as grouchy and arrogant as always next to his mother, hands hidden in the pockets of his fleece jacket, his unruly curls are tucked underneath his beanie and any normal woman would be into the man, but you. Not after he very clearly let you know you don’t belong here and you should take your business back to the city where you came from.

You expected some resistance, not much has changed in town in the past decades and you had a feeling some might want to keep it that way, but you guessed older people would riot against your bakery, not a thirty years old grown man.

“Hi Anne,” you smile back and mustering up all your strength you throw one of the bags into the bin, but you overestimated your muscle work, because it only falls to the edge and almost topples right out. Luckily, you grab it just in time and push it in.

“Oh, dear, those bags are bigger than you! Harry, help her!”

“No, it’s alri–”

Before you get to protest, Harry strides over to you and grabs the remaining two bags as if they weighed nothing and throws them into the bin without breaking a sweat.

Of course he is fit, the man probably runs up the hill carrying twice his weight every morning, because that’s how you can imagine him working out.

Though you shouldn’t be imagining anything about him.

“Thanks,” you purse your lips and square your shoulders as you face the two of them.

“How is everything coming together?”

Anne has been so enthusiastic about your bakery, she comes around probably every other day, checks in on your progress and always offers her help.

“Um, it is… okay, I guess,” you let out a tired chuckle. Glancing over at Harry you see him looking to the side, as if he wasn’t even listening, but something is telling you he is very much focused on the conversation.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m still here! Not even your arrogance can chase me away!

Anne cranes her neck, peeking into the shop and she spots the pile in the middle.

“Oh, are you planning to put those together by yourself? Harry, why don’t you help her?”

The moment she suggests, you both protest.

“No, there’s no need.”

“Mum, I don’t really have the time,” he says at the same time, but it doesn’t seem to go through. Anne’s phone starts ringing and she excuses herself, leaving the two of you there.

Great, this is all you were missing today, an awkward, forced situation with the man who wants to see you gone. Perfect.

“Should’ve ordered them done, don’t you think?” he speaks up, nodding towards the shop.

At first, you just blink at him, then close your eyes and when you open them, you have the fakest smile on your twitching face.

“What a wonderful idea! I totally did not think of that!”

“Then send them back and ask them to bring what you ordered.” He rolls his eyes and it’s irking you so much. You definitely don’t need his stupid advices, not when you’re terribly behind your schedule.

“They arrived almost a week later than they should have, if I send them back there’s now ay they will send me the new ones in time for the opening.”

Harry stands there, staring at the pile of furniture pieces inside and for a moment you think he might actually offer his help, which you’re not sure you’d have accepted, but it remains a mystery, because that’s not what he says when he speaks up.

“I’m busy for real. Mum likes to offer my help around without asking me.”

It takes you a couple of moments to figure out what you feel about what he just said. And when you finally do, you see red.

“As I said, I don’t need help. I did everything by myself and I will get this done as well. I don’t need your unwanted, half-assed effort to pretend like you’re helping me.”

You come off rougher than you probably should have, but he’s been bugging you ever since you moved to Eroda. The man knows nothing about you or your business, yet every time he comes near your shop he acts like it physically pains him to even look at it. He’d be the last person you’d ask for help, he doesn’t have to act like he has so much to do and doesn’t have the time to help when he doesn’t actually want to help.

Harry stares at you with such intensity you almost break and stutter a sorry out, but that’s when Anne returns.

“Ah, we have to run. But I will come by tomorrow, Darling. And Harry can hel–”

“No need for help,” you smile at her as gratefully as you can force yourself to be in this moment.

“Alright, then see you later,” she waves and you nod at her before your eyes meet Harry’s one last time before they walk away and you return to your shop.

It takes you six hours to assemble the tables later that day, but you do it.

With no help.

Moving to Eroda, it hasn’t been your only goal to have your business become part of the town but you also knew you’d have to become one of the locals as well. Only a handful of people know who your grandmother was and you don’t plan to reveal it until the opening. You want them to taste all the baked goods and think of her first and then put the picture together. But this means you’re a total newbie for most people around. Last time you spent more than just a day here was when you were sixteen and you’ve changed a lot since then, so it’s natural people don’t recognize you.

Anne has been your biggest help in breaking the ice and involving you in as many things as possible so you get to meet the people of Eroda. The weeks leading up to Christmas are usually filled with all kinds of winter activities locals enjoy wholeheartedly. Concert by the town hall, decorating the trees at the main square, collecting donations and cooking for those in need for example. You’ve been to all of these and very much enjoyed being part of the community. This weekend however, you can’t say you’re looking forward to the new festive activity.

Ice-skating on the frozen lake.

It sounds nice and fun, but you’ve ice-skated only once in your life and ended up breaking your wrist. Not your favorite childhood memory for sure and you don’t exactly want to relive it as an adult.

You arrive with the intention of just sipping some hot tea and watch everyone else skate around until your fingers are falling off and you can go back to the shop to finish putting up the tinker lights at the back.

Anne however had different ideas about today. Because as soon as you arrive at the lake, she is waving at you, holding up a pair of skates and you know they are not hers, because she’s already wearing those.

“Kick those boots off, Love, I brought you my old skates! Come join us!” She smiles brightly at you from next to the pier where people get on and off the ice.

“Oh, no, I don’t skate, Anne, but thank you!”

“Don’t be silly, even Bernie is on the ice!” She nods towards the old man who must be at least eighty, sliding on the ice as if he did this all his life. He might have, you have no idea.

“It’s really not for me, I–”

“Just try it! Come on!”

She drops the skates by your feet and then slides away, leaving you no chance to protest.

Staring down at the skates, you can feel your stomach churning, but as you look up you see that literally everyone is on the ice, you’d look weird standing on the pier on your own.

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath as you give in and sitting down you start peeling your boots off your feet.

“You’ll break your ankle if you leave it that loose.”

You know the voice and it just adds to your stress even more. You see his black skates in front of you as you’re trying to lace your own up.

“Hi Harry, so good to see you again,” you hiss through your teeth.

“Tighten it or you’ll fall.”

“I’ll fall either way,” you mumble as you go back and pull the laces tighter. When you’re done you straighten up, but remain sitting on the end of the pier, anxiously string down at your feet. Harry doesn’t speak, but you know he is still there, probably watching you, trying to figure out what’s wrong with you, why you’re not just standing up and going at it like everyone else.

Your hands are holding onto the wood underneath you for dear life as you picture yourself finally moving, but you never get to actually acting.

“Do you need help standing up?” Harry speaks up at last and his voice is different this time. It’s not as arrogant, maybe even concerned. Do you look that awful right now?

“N-No.” Your voice cracks and you hate that it’s him who sees you like this.

“Doesn’t seem like–”

“Would you stop being an asshole for a moment?” you snap at him and finally look up, eyes meeting his examining gaze. You have no idea what he sees in yours, but a few seconds later he breaks eye-contact, looks around as if he is hesitating before he sits beside you at last.

“You don’t have to skate if you don’t want to.”

“Tell that to your mother,” you mumble under your breath and it makes him laugh.

The sound of it is actually nice, surprising, but nice to hear something other than insults coming from his mouth.

“She can be a bit too much, but she’s just too enthusiastic.” You sit in silence for a bit before Harry turns to you. “You really don’t have to skate.”

“I want to take part, I just… I broke my wrist on the ice once when I was a kid and I haven’t tried skating since then.”

You didn’t plan on telling him much, but you felt like you had to explain why you’re being so dramatic. Part of you is expecting him to make fun of you for being scared of skating because of something that happened ages ago, but the arrogant comments never come.

Instead he stands up and when you look up at him he is holding a hand out to you.

“I’ll help you. You won’t fall.”

Any other day you’d think he is plotting against you, that he would get you to trust him and the trip you the first chance he got, but not this time. He looks and sounds genuine and as you take his hand, you put way too much trust into them than you would have ever allowed yourself to.

You hold onto him with both hands and he keeps you steady as you finally attempt to push yourself up from the edge of the pier. Your knees wobble the moment your weight is on the blades and you instantly feel yourself losing balance, but Harry’s hands wrap around your arms and keep you from falling.

“It’s okay. Relax a bit, you’ll find your balance.” He encourages you and it’s almost strange to hear him so supportive of anything you’re doing, but not breaking your neck keeps you too busy to care about his random act of kindness.

“Try to move forward.”

“I can’t,” you protest without even trying.

“You can, just relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax, it’s not gonna help me relax!”

“Y/N, you’re gonna have a panic attack if you don’t relax,” he warns you and you realize how fast you’re breathing and all your blood is being pumped into your head.

“I-I can’t, I can’t do this, I–”

“Y/N, look at me!” His hands snap to your shoulders and you grab onto his biceps as you look him in the eyes while your chest is still heaving. “I’ve got you, okay? You’re not going to fall. I’m holding you, I promise.”

Focusing on his words you finally forget about your fears and instead, you’re now trying to figure out where this version of Harry came from and why he hid from you all along.

You’re not one to trust people that easily, but just from this one promise he made, you let go of all your doubts and hesitation.

“Okay,” you breathe out. Harry nods and his hands slowly slide lower until they rest on your waist.

“You knew how to skate, right? Before you broke your wrist.” You nod. “Alright, then it will all come back quickly.”

There’s a tiny smile hiding in the corners of his lips and your heart pitter-patters in your chest, but not because of the skating this time. His hands on you are not helping either, because for some reason, you feel heat radiating through the millions of layers you’re wearing where his hands are touching you.

What is happening?

“Okay, I’ll hold your hand and you just focus on moving forward, yeah?”

You nod and panic rises in your gut for a moment when his hands leave your shoulders, but then they instantly take your hands and you feel safe again.

Slowly you start moving, inching forward, your hands gripping Harry’s so tight, you’re afraid you might hurt him, but you’d never let go of him, not when you’re getting farther away from the pier.

“That’s it, you are doing great,” he encourages. “Try to move a bit less rigidly.”

“Easy to say that,” you breathe out shakily.

It takes time to loosen up even the tiniest bit and not grip Harry’s hand as if you wanted to crush his bones. But as you slowly move around the ice, led by him, you finally get more and more familiar with the feeling of sliding on the ice.

“See? It’s not that bad,” he smiles when you stop for a short break after circling back to the pier.

“I still fear for my life, but it’s bearable now,” you nod and he just chuckles.

It looks good on him. His smile is warm and welcoming, it’s a shame it took you so long to see it. You definitely prefer this version of him.

“Honey, it’s so lovely to see you on the ice!” Anne slides over to you with ease, holding a cup of something warm, probably hot chocolate.

“Well, it’s not quite my element,” you let out an awkward chuckle.

“You’re doing just fine. Besides, you just snatched up the best skater in town.” Winking, she bumps her hip against Harry’s. Your puzzled look urges her to elaborate. “Harry took over coaching the boys’ hockey team last year, the kids adore him!”

Instantly, you imagine Harry dealing with a bunch of cute kids, cheering on them, teaching them, making them laugh… The image is actually moving something inside you that’s been buried somewhere deep for a while now.

“Y/N, how are things coming together? Everyone is buzzing for the big opening!” Anne does a little dance that makes you laugh, but at the same time, something changes in Harry.

“Um, it’s going okay. Not how I planned, but I’ll manage.”

“I’m sure everything will fall into place perfectly. And if you need any help just let us know!” She turns to Harry, looking for validation that he is open to lending you a helping hand as well, but his reaction is not quite what she was expecting, probably.

“Sorry, I gotta go now,” Harry mumbles quickly, his gaze obviously avoiding you or his mother and he skates away so fast you just blink after him.

“What’s gotten into this boy?” Anne huffs, but she lets go of it fast, starts chatting about something you don’t quite catch, because you just stare after Harry, watching him slalom between the skaters so fast it’s almost aggressive.

And once again, you feel like you’re back where you began. He hates you and you have no idea what you did against him.

Theoretically, opening Nana’s two weeks before Christmas was a great idea, because you imagined all the baked goods people would order for the holidays, you knew it would be a great kick start.

Realistically, it means that now you have to do the last touch ups in the harsh winter that’s as cold as the North Pole. Or at least that’s how you imagine the North Pole.

It’s been non stop snowing for the past three days, the fresh, soft looking snow is now covering every bit of Eroda’s breathtaking view and though it’s very festive and nice to look at it from a warm room with something hot to drink, it’s not as relaxing when you’re still working on the bakery, doing the last bits of decorating and starting the first batches of baked goods, because in 24 hours, Nana’s is officially opening its front door to the public.

You’ve been here since five in the morning, now it’s four in the afternoon but it’s almost entirely pitch dark outside so it feels like it’s nearing ten. The place is not a mess anymore, but the kitchen is, there’s all kinds of dough everywhere, you’re doing everything you can now so there’s less tomorrow, but even with all the work tonight you’ll be here at five in the morning again tomorrow.

It’s been hours since the last time you looked out the window, so it fully goes over your head how heavy the snowfall has gotten lately, chasing home every soul from the streets. While you’re covered in flour and keep muttering Nana’s recipes to make sure everything is measured right, there is one more person out there who is still not home, battling the weather.

Harry has been going around town all day, helping out the elderly with either delivering groceries, or repairing the heating, whatever they needed a helping hand with. He’s usually the person one calls in Eroda when something needs to be fixed.

The roads are now not quite safe to be driving around, but with his jeep he’ll be able to get home just before it gets too bad. Or so the thought, but that is until he drives by the bakery and sees the lights on.

At first he keeps driving, telling himself it’s not his business. But the farther he gets the guiltier he feels and then he turns the car around.

You’re too busy to hear the knocking at first, but then you hear it again and know it wasn’t just in your head. Rushing out of the kitchen you stop in front of the door, because through the glass you make out Harry standing there, the snow already covering the top of his head as if he’s been out there for hours.

“It’s freezing out here, Y/N! Would be nice if you let me in!” he shouts through the glass and you finally snap out of your surprise, unlock the door and Harry practically runs inside.

“What are you doing here?” You watch him shake the snow off of him and finally turn towards you. For a moment you forget about how you parted ways at the skating, how cold he turned out of the blue after helping you.

“Funny, I wanted to ask you the same thing. There’s a snowstorm out there, you won’t be able to get home if you stay here!”

“Are you kidding me? I’m opening tomorrow, I have a million things to finish!”

“So you’re risking getting snowed in? Were you planning to sleep here or something?”

“Maybe! Yeah! I need to get a ton of dough ready and I still haven’t put up the tinker lights and I need to clean up…”

Harry stares at you with such a vivid look, you expect him to start screaming at you or something. But he just keeps staring until he finally breaks.

“Okay, where are the lights and where do you want them?”

“What?”

“You’ll spend the night here if you do everything alone. I’ll help and hopefully we’ll be able to leave when it’s all done.”

Now it’s your turn to stare at him as he is looking around, searching for the lights to start working, but you can’t really believe he is about to help you out when he could be home by now. On the other hand, you could really use the help and maybe finish earlier than midnight, so after pushing your surprise to the side you start instructing him. While Harry works on the lights, you return to the kitchen.

To test out the dough for the croissants, the one thing you’re the most nervous about because it used to be Nana’s specialty, you decide to make a few and pop them in the oven while you do everything else.

It’s hard to believe you’re finally at this point, so close to the opening, turning your biggest dream into reality. You wish Nana would be here with you today.

“Lights are done.”

Harry interrupts your thoughts and you wipe your floury hands into your apron before following him out of the kitchen to see the work he did.

“Oh my God, this looks perfect!” you gasp, seeing all the tinker lights run along the ceiling and walls, lighting up the place like magic.

Harry just nods, pressing his lips together, as if it was nothing.

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Yeah, I have a few pictures I want to hang up and then it’s all done–” The timer in the kitchen goes off, letting you know the croissants are done. “Let me take them out and then I’ll show you where I want them.”

You rush back to the kitchen and take the fresh, steaming croissants out of the oven, completely missing that Harry has followed you and he is now watching you curiously as you take the baked goods off the tray one by one.

“That smells like…” he speaks up, but the words die on his tongue and you just smile, placing one onto a plate, holding it out for him.

“Here, try it.”

He hesitates, but takes the plate at last. Though it’s still hot and he should definitely wait a bit, it’s hard to resist, you know that. You watch him take a tentative bite and wait for his reaction as if he is about to tell you your future.

“So? How is it?”

“It’s… it’s really… good. Really good.”

It’s obvious he is having a hard time admitting you did something right, but his face says it all. You just don’t understand why he looks kind of puzzled, but you think it’s just because he didn’t expect it to be this good.

“I bet the croissants will be the bestsellers,” you chuckle as Harry takes bite after bite until it’s all gone. He devoured it so fast it’s incredible. You couldn’t help but focus on his pink lips while he ate and those tiny sounds he let slip… they surely planted some thoughts into your head, thoughts you shouldn’t be thinking of when it comes to Harry.

“Come on, I’ll show you the pictures.” It’s your attempt to clear your mind.

You walk out and grab the box that holds all the framed pictures you want to hang on the walls, of course, all of them feature Nana.

“Okay, so I thought a few could go over here, and then on that wall as well, and these, I want them behind the counter…” You start explaining your vision, but when you turn around you see that he is staring at a photo in shock. “Harry? What’s wrong?”

You step closer and see that it’s the photo that was taken on your tenth birthday. You’re holding up one of the cupcakes Nana made just for you and she is standing behind you, with her hands on your shoulders. It’s a fond memory, one of your favorite birthdays you ever had.

“Oh, is it the dungarees?” you ask, pointing at your outfit. “I wasn’t quite the fashion icon back then,” you chuckle.

“No, it’s– who’s this?” he asks, pointing at Nana. You give him a puzzled look, because it’s not rocket science to figure out who the woman in the picture is.

“That’s Nana, obviously.”

“But as in… your grandma?” He finally looks up at you and his face is frantic, as if he is solving a lifelong mystery.

“Of course, Harry, what is goin–”

“Y/N, Nana was your grandma?”

“Yes!” you laugh in confusion. “Of course she was, that’s why I’m opening a bakery under her name with all her recipes she taught me!”

You can’t read the look on Harry’s face as he puts the photo back into the box and then starts walking around with his hands on his hips.

“Why do you look like you just learned you were adopted or something?”

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

“That you’re… Nana’s granddaughter. I had no clue.” He runs a hand through his hair and you try your best not to stare at how his bicep flexes in the movement.

“What? Harry, why else would I be opening a bakery, named Nana’s right here, out of every possible place on Earth?”

“I don’t know!” he admits, throwing his hands into the air. “That’s why I… Okay, this is why I hated the idea so much. Because I knew Nana, I loved her! She was like… my grandma too! And I thought you just chose this name for fun!”

“Are you kidding me?” you huff in disbelief.

“I felt like you were ruining her memory, that’s why I was so against this place. I had zero clue that you are actually… related to her.”

“Oh my God, Harry!” There’s nothing else you can do other than just… laughing. This whole situation feels oddly comical, like something that only happens in movies.

“I know, I’m sorry!” He exhales sharply and you truly see the regret on his face. “I was such a dick.”

“Yes you were!” you laugh in agreement.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Well, now at least I know why you were my biggest hater all along.”

“Not anymore!” He holds up his hands and finally breaks a smile that looks so fucking handsome, it makes you forget about everything in a second.

Turning to the side he stares out the window for a moment before looking back at you.

“The snowing has stopped, let’s wrap things up and go home, alright? Big day tomorrow.”

You both go back to work, Harry finishes quite fast with the pictures so then he helps you clean up in the kitchen and you notice how obviously different the vibes are now. There’s no trace of his usual hostile behavior, in fact he is so open as he asks you about Nana and how the idea of the bakery came. Then he tells you about her as well, how he has known him for so long and after the passing of his stepdad Nana helped him through the toughest time of his life. You’re surprised the two of you never met when you were visiting, but you believe in faith and it must be because it wasn’t the right time.

It’s almost ten by the time you’re locking up while Harry is scraping the snow off his jeep. It’s rather eerie to see the town so empty, but it’s also pretty, the untouched snow covering every inch of the scenery.

“Thanks for the help. And the drive home,” you say when he has parked in front of your house.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning as well.”

“What? There’s no need, Harry–”

“Just accept the help,” he flashes you a crooked smile. “I have a lot to make up for.”

“What if I say you’re forgiven?”

“Then I’ll do it because I want to spend time with you.”

His answer comes so fast and honest, you can’t mask the surprise on your face as you stare at each other in the dark car.

“Um, alright then. See you in the morning.”

“Good night. Y/N.”

You fumble with the belt and then climb out of the car, still feeling kind of giddy from his words. He waits for you to get to the front door and you wave at him before walking in. Through the closed door you hear the engine roar and he drives away, leaving you with quite a lot to digest.

Never in a million years did you imagine the opening of Nana’s to be like this. The small bakery is full to the brim, there are people everywhere, you haven’t stopped thanking everyone for the love and support and your heart leaps in your chest every time you hear someone talk about your beloved grandma. All the pastries are selling well, but as expected, the croissants are the biggest hit.

But it’s not just the opening that has you smiling ear to ear.

Harry did show up early in the morning and he’s been helping you out all day as if he was getting paid for his work. In the kitchen, at the counter or by the tables, he’s been a one person army and your hero. You couldn’t have done it without him.

You have just a couple of seconds to breathe between two customers and you peek over the crowd, spotting him right away by the table his mom and her friends occupy. He just made them laugh and he’s basking in their attention as he rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, revealing his tattooed arms.

Fuck, he looks so good, it’s criminal.

Now that he is not an asshole to you anymore, it’s pretty hard not to notice everything you’ve been trying to ignore about him. His charming dimples, his bouncy curls, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, how his nose moves when he talks, they was his hips sway when he’s walking… there is not one inch on the man you can critique.

The situation would be a lot worse if it was one-sided, but it appears that Harry is just as keen on being around you, always touching your lower back when he walks behind you, or brushing your arm to get your attention.

“I’m seriously writing you a paycheck when it’s over,” you tell him when he returns behind the counter grabbing some cinnamon rolls to bring to the ladies by the window.

“I thought that we were already over this, Y/N,” he smirks and you bite into your bottom lip as you turn back to the customer in front of you.

It kind of goes by in a blur, there’s so much happening, you’re always on the move and before you could even process the events, the day is over and Nana’s is closing for the first time. After the constant crowd, it’s weird to see the place empty again, but seeing that everything has sold, it finally settles in your mind: you did it.

As you turn the sign on the door your eyes slide over to the picture on the right. It was taken in Nana’s kitchen, you were about six or seven, the two of you are photographed from behind as you stand on a stool, next to Nana at the counter while she is teaching you how to make bread. The memory still lives vividly in your mind even though it’s been over two decades.

“She would be so proud of you.”

Turning around you find Harry behind you with a soft smile on his lips, his eyes on the photo at first, then they move to you and your heart skips a beat.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” he chuckles.

“So, I was serious. I owe you a paycheck after today.”

He rolls his eyes before arching an eyebrow at you.

“And I was serious when I said I don’t want anything in return.”

“You’ve been here since six, Harry!” you huff out a laugh. “I would feel so bad if you just went home without anything.”

He stares at you for long moments and you start to think he’ll just let you suffer with your guilt, but then he speaks up.

“Go on a date with me then.”

You suck on your breath as your eyes lock with his.

“What?” you whisper.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N. Will you?”

“I-If you’re still trying to make up for–” you start, but he cuts you off.

“I’m not. I told you, I want to spend time with you.”

You blink at him once, twice, as if you’re waiting for him to say it was just a joke, but he stands his ground with a serious look.

“Are you gonna leave me hanging?” he smirks, snapping you out of your haze.

“Yes–I mean, yes to the date!” you shake your head, clearing up your answer.

“I was afraid you hated me too much to give me a chance,” he breathes out a shaky laugh.

“I never hated you, I was just confused. You were the one who hated me.”

“I couldn’t hate you, Y/N. And believe me, I tried.” You both laugh at his words. “I was frustrated, because I wanted to hate you and this place so badly, but still… I was drawn to you.”

“You were?” you ask, your voice barely more than just a whisper.

“You have no idea how much,” he admits with a soft smile, stepping closer to you. “When we were skating, I totally forgot about everything and just wanted to hold your hand and help you. It was like a slap across my face when mum brought the opening up and I remembered I was supposed to hate you,” he admits with a chuckle and e inches even closer. “I’m glad I don’t have to try to hate you anymore.”

“I’m glad too.”

He is right in front of you, his face only inches away from yours and you suck on your breath when he reaches up and takes your chin between his index finger and thumb, angling your head further up so your lips are now perfectly lined up with his.

His eyes move down to your mouth, then up to meet your gaze and even without words you know he is asking for your permission to kiss you. You push closer and he is quick to close the distance and press his lips against yours.

You’d be lying if you said you never imagined what it would be like to kiss Harry. Because you did, several times. But nothing compares to having him wrapped around you, his lips so soft yet rough against yours at the same time as he kisses you over and over again while you’re fisting the collar of his shirt so tight your fingers are turning white.

Maybe you kiss for hours, or maybe it’s just minutes, you have no clue, but when he finally pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, you just know your life is about to turn upside down.

“Changed my mind,” he speaks up at last.

“Huh?”

“About the payment.”

His words sink in slowly and your eyebrows rise.

“Oh.” Harry laughs at your reaction.

“I want my payment in kisses,” he then says with the cheesiest smile you’ve ever seen on his handsome face.

“That could be arranged,” you breathe out when you finally get what he was talking about and grabbing the back of his neck you pull him in for another one.

And another one.

And some more.

And just like that Nana somehow brought another wonderful thing into your life, even though she is not here anymore.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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enhypen as things from 2014 tumblr

a/n: i am literally frothing at the mouth that 2014 tumblr is coming back. around 2016-2018 this aesthetic and mentality was my EVERYTHING. now in 2024 the mentality and aesthetic is still there just a lil more.... um flavorful for me 😋😋 but it’s okay! i also had to go on my LAPTOP to lay this out so please like this post... my ass worked hard on this- i also dont know if heeseung's aesthetic photo for his headcanons is messed up?? if it is i am so sorry

warnings- 2014 tumblr was a lil cray cray, but i worked my hardest to make sure none of the photos or themes would be triggering :) if you felt anything negative during reading these headcanons- tell me and i will add it to the warnings. but as far as i know and with my own experiences/disorder everything is pretty good and non triggering! :)

MASTERLIST

🕰️jungwon- specifically that one brand of music

okay let me elaborate: out of my league by the fitz and the tantrums

tongue tied by grouplove

electric love by børns

the really like happy yet sad songs??? he’s very like HES SO TONGUE TIED BY GROUPLOVE IM SORRY???? listen to the song that is jungwon he is that song. he is def like that summer romance who you never speak to again and it’s so sad because you loved him so much but now you’re like strangers. just wait till next summer tho, he’ll make you fall in love with him all over again. it’s bittersweet

⚰️heeseung- knee socks

okay me being out of pocket for a sec

heeseung is absolutely fucking insane and drives me nuts. and so do knee socks. any socks that go above the shin drive me fucking insane because they don’t sit properly ever, no matter the size the sock or the size i am they FALL. but i own like 4-6 pairs, because they look nice and make me feel pretty when they sit properly. heeseung drives me insane but i want to be his gf ☹️☹️

he’s def the type of guy to fix your socks too when he notices they’re shifting

🎥jay- the wallpaper quotes

like the sad ones everyone had EVERYWHERE. i was on quotev during this time around 2015?? and they were EVERYWHERE. bangchans wallpaper from 2018 core

these aesthetic quotes just remind me of jay. music is everything to him so he’s the mf to reblog this being like

“this resonates with me.”

he’s also very arctic monkeys coded but do what you will with that 😋😋HE WOULD SO POST HIS OWN WRITINGS AND AESTHETIC GUITAR PHOTOS. HES LIKE THE TUMBLR HOT GUY. imagine while he’s like super popular on tumblr ur like the actual “rockstar’s gf” aesthetic. LIKE THAT ONE FUCKING PHOTO OF THE 1975 ROBBERS MUSIC VIDEO??? I THINK IT WAS THAT ONE RIGHT??? i’m attaching it rn

💋jake- the bold lip makeup + messy photos

dayum let me get out of pocket rq again

that really specific dark aesthetic where it’s in parking lots and blurry and you can make out the dark lip makeup, bleached damaged platinum blonde hair, and the makeup is messy. everything is messy

HEUWBDJBFJAVSHDBBD that is jake :) he’s def the type of guy to be like “wait let’s take a cool photo.” then kisses you to smudge your lipstick then snaps a photo with the flash so when you’re alarmed by the flash you move and it makes the photo all cool looking bc it’s blurry.

👓sunghoon- the john green obsession

i’ve read every john green book pre 2016

i hated looking for alaska it was fucking insane. however sunghoon is like the good part about the paper towns book. like the fun road trip part. that happened right? or did i imagine that? NO IT DID. sunghoon very like curl up bbg im gonna read this book to you and make little stupid comments during it. def the type to have you in his arms while he reads, you hold the book and he has his hands over yours, softly rubbing circles.

💍sunoo- the victorias secret aesthetic

this is actually me rn sorry, all my clothes come from there pretty much. if it’s not thrifted it’s from victoria’s secret. it’s not just lingerie, they have like everything there. NONETHELESS it also screams sunoo. a lot of it is very like chic in a way and it just fits him perfectly. the black and pink colors, the small pops. it just really fits him. the aesthetic is just chefs kiss. especially since i feel like he’d be obsessed with the lotions (i own the mint chocolate lotion and wear it)

def the type of bf to come home with new body sprays for both of you. probably mixing scents too. MATCHING JACKETS AS WELL

📸riki- the electra heart album

MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS. god everything abt this album screams riki.

me relistening to this album and realizing how much it did effect me😨😨😨😨 maybe i’m just projecting now but besides the point

that album is so like riki coded let me get quotes

“I think I want your, your American tan- I think you're gonna be my biggest fan”

“The pretty lies, the ugly truth”

“All I ever wanted was the world- I can't help that I need it all”

“Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek- But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat”

“You're never gonna love me, so what's the use?”

“you don’t love me- big fucking deal”

"question good and question bad."

okay i’m GONNA BE WRITING A BOOK I HAVE TO STOP. he’s def the type of bf where if he hears you listening to this album he’s like “wtf…” then finds himself humming to it. he’d be like that with all your music taste too. riki with black chipped nailpolish OKAY I WILL SHUT UP ABT HIM NOW

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p0ssywhippedcream · 10 months

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Hey! Just finished reading that angsty Percy x reader fic you uploaded, and… it hurt, a lot. So I DEMAND (beg and plead) for something more fluffy and loving, y’know? So how about a Percy x reader that’s about Valentine’s Day, so they’re being extra affectionate to each other? And since the reader is a daughter of Athena, if that’s fine with you, she already knows what gifts to give him. Maybe they even show their true love for each other at the end, if you know what I mean 😉 (I’m leaving all the details up to y o u, if that’s alright).

Is this good? Also, glad to see you’re feeling better!

"Okay, okay, just wait here."

Percy plops himself down on your bed with that crooked smile of his, "Yes Ma'am."

"No peeking!" You yell as you retreat out your room again. Gathering the gifts, you nudge the door open with your foot and look inside to see Percy holding his hands over his face and bouncing on your mattress.

You assemble things in the correct order, all the while checking that he still can't see before clearing your throat and saying, "Open."

His eyes light up, laugh filling your room as you present him with a giant squid plushie. It's almost as tall as him and as he takes it from you and squeezes it, it blocks his whole body. "It's about eight times as big in real life but I don't think they make them that size."

He laughs with joy and fumbles blindly before he can hug you around the squid. You enjoy the moment for a second before wiggling out of his hold, "Okay wait, there's more."

He tucks the plushie under his armpit and happily accepts the custom blue chocolates, a t-shirt with a fake seashell bra design and kiss on the cheek before you reveal a small vile of sand from your pocket.

"What's that?" His fingers are already reaching for it as you push it into his hands.

"Sand, from Athens." He meets your eyes. "We're supposed to hate each other, destined to because of that place, but we don't. This is just a reminder that you're stronger than you know you are," You trace his fingers as he admires you, "That your love for people is stronger than the will of a god."

He laughs, "Stronger than two, actually."

You shove him jokingly before allowing him to envelope you in his arms to kiss you. It's full and deep and he leaves a few more pecks before he'd ready to fully pull away.

"Well now I feel like I didn't do enough." He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and produces a small book.

"What is it?" You question, gently taking it from his hands. He opens it for you and you gasp. Intricate drawings of your favorite flower decorate the first page, you flip it and see the same detail given to your favorite animal. Pages and pages of drawings, entrees labeling and describing your favorite things. Fun facts scrawled in the upper left corner of each.

Your eyes feel misty when you look up, "Who drew these?"

"Hazel, Jason helped with the research. Frank helped me spell."

You laugh, wiping at your eyes and wrapping your hands around his neck to kiss him. "Thank you."

He smiles, sea green eyes flashing, "Anything for you." And then he kisses you so hard you fumble backwards and drop the book.

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the same boys who shared a dormitory are now raising little humans.

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

・The Nurturing Dad™

・Always makes sure the baby has everything it wants and needs (always goes over the top.)

“Harry she already has everything. Just sit down!”

“But maybe she wants more binkies? Or another teddy? Babies love teddies-”

・Because he was given very little in his childhood, Harry unconsciously experiences that type of love through his daughter

・You had to point it out to him a few days before her first birthday. Harry was going OVERBOARD.

“She won’t remember Harry, it’s okay.”

“I don’t care if she doesn’t remember. She deserves it anyway.”

・He hates hearing her cry. The Dursleys used to let him cry and cry when he was younger. So his baby self realised no one was coming when he cried - so he stopped

・So, he never wants that to happen to his baby girl.

・Bought her a broom for her third birthday. It was only a toy one, barely hovering more than four feet in the air. But your little one loved it

・Molly and Arthur are referred to as Nanny and Poppy. Harry’s smile was ear to ear when Molly told him they wanted to be called that

“You’re our son, Harry.”

・Harry gets up in the middle of the night to check on her. He just loves looking at her in the doorway

𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

・The Interactive Dad™

・The first time you got pregnant, you were only expecting ONE baby. But lo-and-behold, two heartbeats were found on the monitor.

・Ron nearly fainted

・Molly cried when you told her the news

・Ginny was ecstatic! So eager to be an Aunt. George was a bit hesitant, as well as distant when you told him. He didn’t want to be around the babies because he thought he’d give them some sort of darkness.

・But as soon as they were born, George was in love with them and with being an Uncle.

・When you were in the hospital bed, exhausted but content, the Weasley’s found their way to your suite and Ginny was holding balloons

・ Molly cried again

・They two babies, a girl and a boy, had freckles but only one had red hair

・When George sat down and was given both babies to hold, you could see the change in him.

“He...he looks like Fred.”

“We know. His names Fred, and the other is Georgina.”

・During the birth, Ron was there the whole time. From beginning to end. He told you to squeeze his hand as much as you needed to

・Is a stay-at-home dad. When you go to work, Ron has the twins strapped to his front and back.

“Look who’s home!” He calls from the kitchen. The place is pretty messy, but he’s started on dinner.

・The twins wear the beanies, scarves and jumpers that Nana Molly has knitted for them

・Georgina has a thing with biting though, and the first time she bit Ron he was ... kinda impressed

“Honey at least we know she can defend herself-”

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦

・The Thoughtful & Affectionate Dad™

・His child is the light of his life. You couldn’t find a better father.

・He’s patient, caring, level-headed and loving.

・Makes the baby’s food, does bath time and changes nappies (probably changed more than you have. He always says “You carried him for nine months, ripped parts of yourself to birth him. The least I can do is change his nappies.)

・He remembers your little boy’s favourite toy, colour, food and place.

・Neville has a hard time leaving your son with anyone, or going somewhere else without him. He constantly sends messages and writes down detailed instructions on how to look after your baby

・Takes as many photos of your son as possible. Has a whole book of them already

・Neville also shows anyone/everyone the photo he keeps in his pocket of you two. It’s of the first Christmas you had in your own home with your firstborn

・Isn’t afraid of showing your son affection. He’ll pepper kisses all over his face and it makes him giggle (the baby, well, Neville as well...)

・LOVES reading bedtime stories

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

・The Providing Dad™

・You’re either a working mum or stay at home mum. Seamus is out during the week, working for the ministry

・He felt really bad in the beginning because your son wouldn’t recognise him. The hours were long, especially because the ministry was working overtime, trying to get the Wizarding World back into shape

・But with consistency, and patience, Seamus bonded with his son so strongly

・Seamus makes everyone feel safe at home. He locks all the doors and windows, and can be relied on for backup whenever it’s wanted

・Did your son inherit the blowing things up gene? To your utter dismay. Yes.

・Was a bit defensive when your son liked ‘girly’ things, but you explained gender norms and expression. When he saw how much your son found joy in dressing up or playing with dolls, he came round

・You dress your son in matching outfits with Seamus. You do it without telling him and see how long it takes for him to notice (he hasn’t noticed yet)

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

・The Cool Dad™

・Everyone wants to come around to your house because Dean is so friendly

・Dean actually loves going shopping for your daughter. He loves the little outfits, the pink onesies and tutus with matching fairy wings.

・He’s great with sleepovers. They drive you insane, but he handles chaos so easily

・You asked him about it one day.

“How do you handle it, Dean? They’re so loud when they’re together! There’s so much mess too. God, I don’t want to ruin their fun but it’s driving me crazy!”

“I know, it’s okay sweetheart. I guess it doesn’t bother me because it doesn’t matter. And the mess, the noise, it’s all caused because they’re having fun.”

“You have a point. But you keep your calm with everything!”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. The battle at Hogwarts changed me. Life is so fragile. Anything can mean nothing and everything - you just have to decide what’s important and what isn’t.”

・Uses your daughter to flirt with you. He’ll send her in with a bunch of roses and says “these are from daddy” but she gets bored with it and drops them on the floor

・DEFINITELY plays dress up and has a favourite princess crown

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The Student Worker. Baji Keisuke

Baji, having not the best history with school and all things intelligence related, was having the worst time going through college. Of course, it was his ultimate goal to become a vet, but right now he just wanted to survive his classes with good grades and a high GPA.

"What books did you need?" And yet he still wished he hadn't brought Chifuyu along for book hunting. "Your papers should have the ISBN, right? Let me see."

Once again Chifuyu was acting like a father taking his kids to buy binders for classes, annoying Baji to his wits end. The wrinkled paper made a racket in the quiet bookshop as he pulled them from his pocket and passed them to Chifuyu. Every year he had the same problem with the books and finding what he needed for each of his classes.

Chifuyu rattled off the numbers to himself, searching the shelf in front of him as he cross referenced the numbers. His whispering blended in with the soft atmosphere of the bookshop, the other people who were also whispering and double checking numbers to be sure they had the right books. Writing, math, even chemistry books were being grabbed left and right by other young adults and even some seniors who grinned to themselves over the victory of finding what they were looking for. Baji hated them, nothing personal on his behalf, he just wished it was so easy for him to buy his materials without needing Chifuyu to hold his hand.

"Hello! Is there anything I can help you find?" The student worker appeared next to them. Stupid, Baji already knew he was stupid, but he'd have to be absolutely braindead not to realize how captivating the girl was. Beautiful hair and bright eyes as she flashed her sunshine and rainbows smile. Her kindness was part of the job, that much Baji was smart about.

"Actually-" "No! No, thank you!" Baji rushed, taking has papers back from Chifuyu, "He doesn't even go here, he's just helping me look for the books, but we've got it, thanks though."

Her laugh was sweet and thick, like Baji's favorite honey brand, "Alright, well, find me if you change your mind."

That wouldn't be happening, but the guys nodded and Baji felt like he could breathe again as she left. For him to be so flustered was strange for Chifuyu to see, especially around a girl. His friend had always been cool, suave even, though he was sure that Baji lacked the ability to make a girl fall for him.

"She's out of your league."

"I know."

"You're blushing."

"I know."

Baji went back to searching for the books listed on his paper, successfully finding three of them before giving up and dragging Chifuyu from the building so he couldn't ask the cute girl for help. It was more than obvious that the girl would know where the books were that Baji needed, but he couldn't take even the idea that she would think he was dumb. Or maybe she would find his idiocy endearing?

Unlikely.

The atmosphere of his home was much different from the campus bookstore. Lighter in the sense that he knew he didn't have to be quiet, and it didn't smell of paper and wooden book shelves. But he preferred the smell of books over the booze that currently tainted the air from his late night celebration of getting through another semester. Hey, he was allowed to be proud of himself for making it through more time in school, so what if he had a few drinks...alone...watching tv. Okay, so he wasn't celebrating and he was just day drinking. Baji felt better saying that he was ringing in the new semester than admitting to himself that he drank a twelve pack by himself. And ate two bags of family sized trail mix. And drank a whole gallon of coffee, or what felt like a gallon. Baji Keisuke was more than aware of his pathetic nature. Drinking alone, eating half his weight in the food in his kitchen, chugging coffee to stay awake, and all because his friends had moved on and had their own lives and families. Yet there he was, living alone and being in college while working part time with Chifuyu and Kazutora, all while needing help with something as simple as finding textbooks.

A light pinging caught Baji's attention, an email popping up on his phone screen from his advisor.

[email protected]: Hello, Baji! Just checking in to make sure you have all the deadlines still, and making sure the hunt for next semesters materials is being fruitful! Don't hesitate to use the many resources around the campus and even off campus!

The advisors cheerful nature only added to his annoyance. First, he rambled and made a fool of himself in front of the girl that he thought was insanely cute, and now he was faced with two links of deadlines that were coming up quick. He'd probably have to suck it up and risk having books late so he could order them online. And he would've risked it if one of his deadlines wasn't in a week.

So Baji sucked it up and took the long drive back to the campus. It was beyond embarrassing for him to walk back into the bookstore, even with his hood up so no one could see his face.

There she was again, her light pink painted lips pouting over her hand as she rested against the welcome desk, ocean eyes calmed from her boredom as she seemingly waited for anything to happen. Here Baji was to be that anything.

"Hey..." Baji slid the paper towards her, a little taken back by how swiftly she grabbed it and looked at his chicken scratch handwriting and scribbles, "I, uhm, need help finding the ones that aren't marked off..."

When she perked up, Baji couldn't help but think she looked like one of the birds at the pet shop. The ones that talk nicely when customers came by, saying, "pretty hair, pretty hair," or "wanna hug?" She was the prettiest damn bird he'd ever laid eyes on. "A couple of these are in our animal sciences, but they aren't on the shelf. I can contact our other campuses and have them here in a couple days if that is fine?" Her tilted head reminded him of the dogs, how they'd beg for people to pick them up and pet and love on them.

"S'fine, thanks." He mumbled with a slight nod. At least he would be getting them before his deadline.

Painted fingernails tapped the paper, "I can get you this one, though. Follow me."

He took the chance to notice her height. She wore flats, which for Baji meant she was practically barefoot, and couldn't hide how tall she was. Her pants were a little tight, accentuating her assets in a way he would only describe as alluring. What? He thought she was deserving of respect and he refused to think wow, nice ass.

Her fingers looked nice as she grabbed the spine of a book, leaning it out before grabbing it and looking in the cover at the numbers printed inside. "So, what are you in classes for?" The softness of her voice startled him a little, "All these animal science, anatomy and surgical books make me think vet, but maybe it's something more specific?"

Fuck, she was observant. "Vet, yeah." Baji grinned a little, his canines flashing at the worker, "Third year."

Chiming bells. That's what her laughter sounded like, "I admire the dedication. I'm going to classes for business."

"Business? Typa business?" Shit! He couldn't even speak properly?! "Business management." She passed the book to his hands, "I'm hoping to run my own shop one day!"

Baji was more focused on making his tongue from the words this time around, "What type of shop, if I can ask?"

"Arts and crafts type of things." And he never would've imagined that red looked so good on her cheeks, "I doodle and make things in my free time, so I figured I might as well make it profitable."

"That's real smart." Baji followed her back to the counter, reading her 'School Life!' T-shirt as she scanned the book.

"Why'd you choose veterinary?" She set the book close to his hand, her eyes trained on where the little receipt would be printed. Baji would have to sign a copy and she'd file it and then he'd get his copy. "I love animals." Was his simple answer that he wished was as deep as hers the second it left his stupid mouth, "I help run a shop with some buddies of mine, though I'm only working part time right now with college."

"You do? Is it around here? What's the name?" Her eagerness was cute, too. So he gave her the name and helped her find the address on Maps before signing the receipt and making his way out to his car.

Baji was many things, but he wasn't a gossip girl. At least, he didn't think he was until he was leaning backwards on the counter at the pet shop while telling Kazutora all about the pretty girl with brains that helped him get his books. Kazutora was rolling his eyes and chuckling, because of course it was Baji who had a crush on some girl that was just trying to do her job. "Let me get this straight; this girl helped you get your text books, you thought she was super cute but now you think she's even more cute?"

"Dude, she's gorgeous!" Baji leaned forward, "She's gorgeous and smart and dresses nice and she wears this really pretty pink lipstick."

"And she's here."

Baji whipped around at the girls voice, turning a deep and dark shade of red before ducking down under the desk to hide. Kazutora rolled his eyes, "What can I do for you, miss?"

And once again it was that chime like laughter that made Baji's heart flutter, "Well, Baji Keisuke was telling me that he worked here, and your website says that visitors can hold the animals."

"You can. I'm sure Baji-" Kazutora kicked him as he spoke, "-wouldn't mind helping you at all. I would, but I love to watch him suffer when he gets caught talking about someone."

She giggled and smiled more than Baji had ever seen before, then again he'd only ever seen her working and behind that counter. Who could smile a lot when they were at work, anyway? Scratch that. Baji would smile about work if it was paying for college, too. She pointed at the cats pen, "Can I hold the calico?"

"Her name is Katara. She can be moody, but mostly she loves scratches right under her chin and on her chest." Baji unlocked the pen and Katara started meowing loudly, "And she's very talkative."

To ignore the redness in his face and forget that everything he had said was heard by the same girl he was talking about was too much to ask of the universe. Because he couldn't get the tingling from his cheeks off his mind and the girl kept chuckling every time she looked at him, as if his embarrassing moment kept playing through her mind. Part of him was relieved she'd heard so know he didn't have to pretend that he was just some weirdo, but now she knew that he thought those things. She knew!

"I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything..." She used a soft voice no matter where she was, it seemed, "But I looked up your campus ID and got your number. I was going to text you and let you know but I thought that would be really weird and that you'd think I was strange so I didn't but I guess showing up at your place of work and telling you this is also kinda weird..."

She rambled just as much as Baji did, and that was almost enough to put him at ease. "It's cool. Just, uh, just text me whenever you want so I have your number, yeah?" Butterflies were flitting around like crazy in his stomach, twisting everything into a knot and pulling it tight.

"I'm Y/n." She pet Katara gently, her light pink fingernails scratching softly under the kitties chin.

#anime #manga #tokyo revengers #x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #fanfiction #keisuke baji x reader #baji keisuke #baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji

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blue--ingenue · 9 months

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soft!sebastian headcannons - part 5

Author's Note: *shakes this post like a bag of cat treats* i'm back with some more soft sebby :) as a reminder my taglist is open, and if you'd like me to write any specific hc, feel free to send me an ask! and if you'd like a break from the fluff i did post some angsty!seb hc (link in my masterlist)

he’s an advocate for house elves. his parents found the idea of keeping house elves bound to their family barbaric, so he never had any growing up. stands up for house elves being mistreated by cruel students, so he’s a natural favorite among the Hogwarts house-elf community

boy is Public Enemy Number 1 for Peeves. they’ve hated each other even before the poltergeist ratted him out in the restricted section. he once dedicated an entire restricted section trip to finding books on how to cast spells to make his day a living hell (most common spells pass right through him). Peeves was livid, and so began a relationship of mutually-assured destruction

(they’ll never reach a truce, but they’ve both decided to keep their distance from the other to avoid further headaches)

back to the house elves, the kitchen elves are especially friendly towards him. he recruited their help to bake you a birthday cake, and they gladly obliged

he inherited his father’s pocket watch. his father had pasted a beautiful photograph of his mother on the inside. he has since stored the picture safely in an album and tucked a candid photo of you in its place

Anne is two minutes older than him, and she uses the ‘older sibling’ excuse to justify bossing him around. he makes it a point to wake up before her on their birthday every year so that he can feel ahead of her for once

if you’re smaller than him, he absolutely loves just picking you up. loves patting you on the head, comparing hand sizes, scooping you into his arms to deposit you in your bed if you fall asleep in the room of requirement

when he’s sick, he’s a total drama queen about it. (especially if he thinks you’ll fuss over him for it). his extra-large slytherin scarf is wrapped around his neck. he’ll pull it over the bottom half of his face and burrow into it while napping during professor binns’ notoriously dry lectures. he positively refuses to take medicine. boy has faced everything from trolls to dark wizards, but will sit and pout like a toddler if madam blainey faces him with a spoon of cough syrup

(it’s gotten to the point where Madam Blainey calls you to the hospital wing before she sends for sebastian because she knows you’re the only person who could convince him to take the medicine)

his parents used to take him and Anne to the seaside every summer. every once in awhile during the warmer months he’ll fly you to the Clagmar coast for a picnic lunch. he ties a basket laden with little sandwiches, delicate cakes, a bottle of champagne, and a blanket to the broom handle before you both take off

he’s constantly keeping an eye out for pretty shells and stones he thinks you’ll like. he's constantly running up to you with his latest "treasures." once he was so excited to show you a whelk shell he tripped over a sand dune and dropped it. he spent nearly half an hour digging through the sand to find it until you reminded him that he is, in fact, a wizard, and could use accio

he manages to find a pearl in one of the clams in a tidepool and uses the muselet from the champagne bottle to fashions it into a ring for you. he kneels in front of you in the sand, exaggerating a proposal and sliding the ring onto your finger. (naturally it’s a perfect fit. he’s spent so long memorizing the warmth and shape of your hands for it to be anything less). you laugh at his antics, but he’s sincere when he tells you it’s merely a placeholder for the real thing

Taglist: @mlktea13, @mrsbrookesallow, @ithinkweallsing, @snickette, @crispywiz

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #fluff

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shitty-mechs-headcannons · 5 months

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all of ivy’s pants have book-sized pockets. very convenient for on-the-go reading!!

either she has them custom made or she makes them herself (or perhaps a secret third option: she just has a knack for finding clothes Like That)

she also hates jeans and the like because their pockets are so shallow

(another idea i had for this was a comically large fanny pack for books but that would just be impractical)

all of the above

-mod fen

#the mechanisms #shitty mechs hc #ivy alexandria #mod fen

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tyuninthemirror · 1 year

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— she looks so perfect: k.th

— pairing: idol!taehyun x model fem!reader — genre: fluff — word count: 1065 — disclaimers: mentions of insecurities, mentions of food. taehyun being too pure for this world. — synopsis: taehyun wasn't biased or anything, but you were the kindest and most beautiful person he has ever met. your insecurities were spiraling out of control and he knew he had to put an end to it. — series masterlist

— author's note: this is by far my most favorite work. i hope you all love it as much as i did ♡

'I am beautiful. I am beautiful.' you repeat over and over in your head as you reach your front door.

Today was a bad day. It was weigh-in, and you got scolded in front of everyone for being a bit bloaty since it was almost your period. Your manager nearly removed you from the line-up for the GENTLE MONSTER BOLD Collection photo shoot, and you overheard one of your 'friends' laughing behind your back in the changing room about your bloating.

You remove the little cooling pack you held under your eyes, sliding them into your pocket and checking your reflection for any apparent signs of crying for the last time before walking into your shared apartment with Taehyun.

"Taehyun-ah, I'm home," you called out, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.

"Welcome home," Taehyun responded, peaking his head from the kitchen. "Dinner is almost ready!"

You're Y/N, a runway model, and though many think you embody perfection, you can't help but be insecure about yourself. There are days like today when you absolutely hate how you look, especially when you're surrounded by models that seem to have it all together, but you try your best to hide it from Taehyun.

"What's up, Y/N? Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice as you both sat down to eat the food he had prepared. You don't want to burden him with your problems, so you try to brush it off.

"I'm fine. Just tired from work, that's all," you say with a weak smile.

"Okay," Taehyun said reluctantly. No matter how much you tried to get rid of your puffy eyes, Taehyun could tell you cried a lot. Neither did he miss the way you pretended to eat. He could tell you were pretending to eat for his sake.

Taehyun remembered the first time he met you. When TXT had just debuted, they were invited to Seoul Fashion Week, and you walked for Nike as a newbie model. Beomgyu teased Taehyun endlessly about gaping when he laid his eyes on you. After scoring your number after he snuck backstage, the rest was history. You got together, and Taehyun watched your career grow from a newbie to walking for Anderson Bell in Milan.

The one thing he could never understand was that as your career grew, your insecurity also grew. He watched as you slowly became a shell of the cheerful Y/N you once were, and it broke his heart.

Taehyun had attempted to talk to you several times about your mental health, but you constantly assured him you were okay. He was busy enough as it is. You didn't need him worrying about you.

The last straw for Taehyun was a week later when he walked into the apartment to be met with the sounds of your sobbing.

"Y/N…? What's wrong?" he asked as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned around and wrapped your arms around Taehyun, sobbing into his chest. His heart clenched at the sound as he rubbed your back in comfort.

"They're taking me off the Jimmy Choo collection because my pinky toe keeps sticking out of the heels," you managed to say between sobs after a while of Taehyun comforting you.

"Oh no, baby, I'm sorry," Taehyun mumbles, holding you even tighter.

"Why do I have such ugly feet?" you sobbed louder. "No wonder Janey keeps booking shows. She's two sizes smaller than me in everything."

Taehyun's expression softens as he pulls back and cups your face, looking into your eyes. "Y/N, how could you think that? You are absolutely beautiful, and you always have been. I mean, I've seen you in that garbage bag for that weird raincoat collection, and even then, you were stunning."

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks from embarrassment, but knowing that Taehyun genuinely thinks that about you is a comfort.

"I know you don't think you're ugly or fat. I know you better than that," Taehyun continued as he used his thumb to wipe your tears away. "So don't let other people tell you otherwise. Only your opinion matters."

"Taehyun, it's not that easy," you say, barely above a whisper. "I'm surrounded by these people all the time, and I feel like I'm not good enough."

Taehyun pulls you into his arms again as he feels his eyes stinging, tears threatening to show, your words utterly breaking his heart. You can feel his heart beating against your chest as he tries to hide his tears. "Y/N, you deserve so much better than this. You don't have to put yourself through this kind of stress all the time. You don't have to keep modeling if it's making you feel this way. You deserve to be happy."

You're too stunned to speak. You thought about changing companies or working exclusively for one company but never considered not modeling again.

"But what would I do if I stopped modeling?" you whispered in his ears. You found comfort in how he held you and realized how lucky you are to have Taehyun in your life.

"You could study again? Didn't you say you wanted to take up digital marketing? Or becoming a news anchor? I know how much you like talking about the weather," Taehyun began suggesting. "How about voice acting? I thought you did great voicing that character in the Trolls movie."

"Babe, it was two lines," you chuckled.

"Exactly! And you nailed it," Taehyun defended with so much enthusiasm in his voice that you couldn't hold back your laughter.

"Or…" Taehyun started. "I could buy us plane tickets to Hawaii right now, and we could hide out there for a few days. Sip coconuts on the beach? What do you say?"

"How lucky am I to have someone like you in my life," you sighed, pulling away to look at Taehyun, studying the face of the man you're proud to call your boyfriend.

"You're lucky? Then I must have saved lives in my previous life to be blessed with someone like you."

Taehyun's words make you realize that maybe he's right. Maybe it's time for a change in your life and to distance yourself from the superficial people you've been around lately.

As you lean into his embrace once more, you're grateful to have someone who loves and cares for you, flaws and all.

"I love you, Kang Taehyun."

#txt fanfic #txt fluff #txt drabbles #txt imagines #txt imagine #txt x you #txt x reader #taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #taehyun fluff

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snexy-the-snail · 2 months

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Oop here we go

Percy really thought he had seen it all, heard it all. He had been at camp for years now and had no idea that this was a common thing. He stares at Annabeth who had gone back to reading her book as if she hadn’t said one of the most terrifying things to exist. “I’m sorry I don’t think I heard you, the Gods sometimes WHAT?” He asks slowly

It was after he had asked where Pollux had gone as he hadn’t seen the for a decent amount of time only for Annabeth to calmly say- “Sometimes the Gods will swallow their kids. Is that really a hard concept to grasp?” She says looking up from her book with a light frown. She was giving him the standard, ‘really seaweed brain?’ look which made him wince slightly. “Yes? No one told me that! That’s like a crucial part- like what if dad tried to Kronos me and I like stabbed him or something?” He squeaks out glancing towards the shores anxiously as if he expected his father to do just that.

“No one told you- oh I keep forgetting that you didn’t see the film.” Annabeth sighs chewing on her lip. She set her book aside and brushed her hair out of her face A twinge going through his chest when he notices the grey streak, the sun casting over the small scars she had gotten in their trip in Tartarus. She was beautiful as always, and he found himself getting lost in her stormy grey eyes. “I don’t think your father will, any of the elder Gods avoid it... The younger generation does it a lot actually.” She pulls her knees to her chest looking away from him.

Percy sits there next to her before lying down on the sand. He guessed they should try to relax, that's why they were here after all. Normally he would sit at the bottom of the lake but. After certain events, being in the water too long made unpleasant memories taunt him. His throat closes to the memory of wet earth suffocating him and the stinging of poison. He puts his hand in his pocket when something touches him before relaxing when Annabeth squeezes his arm.

“Will talks about it, there's a comfort about it because demigods are tied to their godly essence. It’s a sense of being complete.” Her voice soothed over any anxious feelings that had been building up. He could listen to her for hours, not sitting still but he could still listen to her. “Weird...they just...how do they even do it?” He whispers closing his eyes, grimacing at the thought.

There was a beat of silence, and he turned to get a look at her stifling a smile when he saw her face scrunched up, her nose wrinkling in concentration, her eyes darting about as she obviously gave it some thought. “I... I don’t know. We both know they can adjust size or forms, but if Mr. D does it then..there’s a possibility they can shrink us down as well...or transform us into something that’s easier to swallow in general...” Her eyes slowly light up and he can’t help but laugh at her curiosity.

“My mother’s never done it with me, she rarely does it with our siblings...It’s not that she doesn’t care, it’s just some Gods just enjoy it more I suppose.” she murmurs watching as the sun started to dip. The golden glow fading. She shifts to lay next to him, briefly closing her eyes. Peaceful...He hated it. Nothing was ever this peaceful. “It’s probably really gross too.” He supplies helpfully, smiling when Annabeth hits him on the arm and laughs.

“Don’t insult my mother’s stomach.”

“Why not? They’re all probably really gross! I’ve been in stomachs before they’re gross!”

They both dissolve into laughter, their conversation slowly drifting from what each stomach might look like, to adventures, their shared hatred of Gods and finally silence. It was dark now, the time when the harpies would come out, but they had wisely learned to leave them both alone. Apparently getting constantly sent back to Tarturaus after trying to get a meal wasn’t a fun time.

He smiles when he hears her breathing evening out, looking at her face. She was serious even when sleeping, her lips parted slightly as she dreamed.

“Sleep tight wise girl.”

Percy didn’t dare to try and move her, how could he? The sleep wouldn’t last long, he knew that. They both suffered from night terrors, and he was sure as much as her siblings loved her getting woken up by a knife wielding Annabeth was a bit much. Camp didn’t say much about them dozing off at weird places anymore.

He lets a breath out gazing at the water gently lapping at the shore, his thoughts slowly straying back to their earlier conversation. Sure, Annabeth had mentioned that the elder Gods rarely if ever came to swallow their kids but the idea of Poseidon doing it? Somehow it made him feel a tad upset. Maybe it wasn’t protection for most but where else would be safe for a demigod, truly safe?

The memory he never truly shared danced beside his eyes, a warm glow, a proud smile. The warmth of the memory soothed his nerves briefly. If his father ever changed his mind, would he have felt like that? A feeling of longing settled in his chest at the thought which he was quick to shake away. He wouldn’t need to worry about it, he could count the number of times he had seen his father in his hands.

“S’not like I’ll have to worry about it...besides its gross.” he mumbles to himself. It was something that was normalized apparently which only made him feel..left out. He closes his eyes feeling his chest rise with his breath. Whatever, it wasn’t like, the feeling of being left out was unusual.

#vore mentioned #none happens sorry lmao #pjo vore #pjo soft vore

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ahollowgrave · 3 months

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11. Blood at the corner of your mouth.

It is not your blood at the edge of your mouth. Not your blood that your tongue swipes from the corner of your lips. Not your blood whose coppery tastes lingers between your teeth.

But he fucking deserved it.

Sister Kindness has you tucked under her arm as she, to use her words, books it. Something she must not do often because she huffs and puffs her way through the crowded Shaded Bower. And though some call out ‘Sister’ to her with warm recognition she does not stop ‘booking’ it. (Sister Kindness would have you know that she is perfectly in shape for a woman of her age. She was ‘huffing and puffing’ from the extra weight of carrying you, thank you very much.)

She slows when the westshore pier appears around the corner and then she steps off the main path and sets you down. Kneeling to be something more like eye-level, she pulls a Roegadyn-sized handkerchief from the depths of her habit. Wetting a corner with a flask pulled from a separate, equally confusing pocket she begins to clean the blood from your face.

Sister Kindness’ hand is firm where it grips your chin, holding as little of you as possible. For once the contact does not send you recoiling. Perhaps it is the way your rage has left you as quickly as it had flooded you, leaving you feeling drained of everything else as well. Now that the moment has passed you tremble and, to your horror, you can feel a well of tears rising to fill that empty space.

“Was a helluva bite, darling girl,” Sister Kindness’s voice is quiet as she tilts your head to the light, searching for any blood she may have missed. You focus on her creek colored eyes and swear you feel their waters lapping at your ankles. Her smile is sudden but woozy around the edges; she is just as shaken. "Reckon he'll have a scar, too. Bet he lies about who gave it to him." ‘He’ was an elezen man -- maybe a merchant but likely not, as Sister Kindness did not know him -- with a face as sharp as his ears and a smile that spoke of too much confidence. And you had hated him on sight. His crime was making Sister Kindness uncomfortable and his mistake was not being aware of his surroundings.

It does not take much pressure to break skin.

Pleased with her work, Sister Kindness rises and disappears the handkerchief away. Handing you the flask, she instructs you to take a sip, swirl it around your mouth, and spit it out. There is some confusion about what 'swirl' means but, eventually, she is satisfied with this too. “Well, we didn’t get what I came for but we’ll be headed home all the same. Come now, before the ferry leaves without us. We will, ah, not be telling the abbess about this.” You don’t know if she means the bite or the trip to the city.

You don’t ask.

Thank you for the ask, Anon! ][ Sensory Prompts ][

#Answered #Pigeon Writing #Sister Kindness #Sister Patience #<- tags for odette/convent stuff as it's her nun name #i have just decided this #which means I will forget it thank you #but also thank you for the ask anon this one wrote itself more or less !!#posting this before i think too much about it #i am lowkey trying to stop writing only second person pov because I've had enough people casually tell me the hate it #(not my writing like specifically but just the pov in general)#(which is normal and fine !!! just sometimes disheartening like life is sometimes)#but the prompt used 'you' and gestures #but also sister kindness why do these merchants greet you warmly HUH!?#aren't you suppose to be living a secluded life of holy contemplation HUH SISTER KINDNESS???#(i remove my hands from the keyboard so i stop editing the tags)#(brains are dumb why do we even HAVE these)

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hottempura · 9 months

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Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Tales of the Librarian

Kyojuro cracked open the door slowly. The room inside was dark and a small candle was lit on a desk in the middle of the room. A young woman quickly stood up smiling at him.

“Hello, good evening, how can I help you?” She beckoned him closer and lit the other candle to lighten the darkness.

“Hello, my name is Rengoku Kyojuro the flame hashira! I’m here on Master Ubuyashiki’s behalf.” His voice was loud and booming. His smile lessened ever so slightly at the slight cringe to her features. She quickly righted her expression.

“Yes, yes. Do you have the list?”

“I’m supposed to speak to the head librarian.” He shuffled uncomfortably. Tengen, who usually got Ubuyashiki’s books, said the librarian was an old man. Tengen also said, he’d only ever seen the old man and a young boy tending to the library. The young lady before him was unaccounted for. She reached out and touched his shoulder after noticing his gathering tension.

“Akasaka has fallen ill. I’m his assistant, usually you guys come at night and master sends me home before dusk.” His body relaxed. Nodding, he reached into his pocket to hand her the list.

“He’s a smart man then.”

“Yes, with our knowledge comes some responsibility.” She gently took the list out of his open palm to unfold it. Biting her lip in thought, she sat down again to read it. Just then a boy came around the corner with a lantern and a cart stacked high with books. He couldn’t have been older than 16. He raised the lantern up in Kyojuro’s direction.

“You’re not the usual slayer.” The boy walked around the desk to stand protectively in front of his companion. With his arms crossed, he pouted at Kyojuro’s never changing expression. She interrupted the conversation before either could speak.

“There’s two at the bottom I don’t have ready yet. Do you happen to know if Ubuyashiki would mind them not in braille?” Kyojuro tilted his head in thought, Tengen hadn’t given him any detail. Just told him to pick up the books.

“Braille? What’s that?” He’d never figured how Ubuyashiki read. He assumed someone read to him. The boy laughed at his ignorance. She shoved him lightly from behind.

“David, don’t be rude! Not everyone can know everything Braille is… well it might be easier to show you.” She tucked the list into the pocket of her jacket. It was two sizes too big, but an expensive fabric. She walked around the desk.

“If you’re taking him to the back room, just know I haven’t cleaned it yet.” David sat down in her chair blushing from his lashing.

“That’s alright. Come, Rengoku. You’ll have to watch your step.” She grabbed his hand and the lantern. The library was pitch black in front of them as they went deeper. Dust piled on the shelves as they walked past. David’s frustrated whispering slowly dying out behind them. Kyojuro kept close. The darkness making him nervous.

“What is this place?” She chuckled and squeezed his hand. The man was obviously a little frightened.

“A library. Not a normal one as you can tell. We have one of the largest collections of texts, so the library is quite large. I’m sorry about the mess. This past month has been hectic. Ubuyashiki’s family uses our library for the braille translations because of their affliction.” Kyojuro’s eyes widened surprised she knew about the curse. Using her body weight, she tried to shove open a door in front of them. He reached around and pushed it open with one hand. The room in front of them pitch black. “Ah, thank you.”

“No problem, but why is this library so dark?” Kyojuro hated the dark for obvious reasons. Where the sun didn’t reach, demons could be hiding. She gripped his hand again and pulled him forward.

“There is a large glass sun roof, but we close it at night. It is easier to protect one entrance.” She dropped his hand lightly. Kyojuro almost chased after her as she walked away. Walking around the room she began lighting the candles, he could see now it was a workshop. There were rows of little metal tiles like at a print shop. There were a couple bound papers with titles he recognized as ones Ubuyashiki requested. He picked one up and flipped through it, but there was nothing there. His eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“What are these markings?” She caught his wrist before he could touch the page and he flinched.

“Sorry. However, your touch may be too rough, may I?” She gestured to his hand.

“Of course.” Kyojuro blushed lightly in the low light, but she looked away before it could become noticeable. She closed his palm, letting his pointer and middle finger remain outstretched. Then, she lightly touch them across the page down the first line of raised dots.

“This is braille. Each set,” she guided his hand back over to the very first ones formed in an upside down L formation. “Corresponds to a character in the alphabet. This way the blind can read.” She let go of his hand, so he could look for himself.

“Why not have someone read to them?” He looked up from the paper mesmerized. She smiled at him lightly.

“How would you feel if you couldn’t even read by yourself?” There was no malice in her question. She turned away to the desk and sighed. “Just as I thought, I haven’t finished the last two. One of them is almost done, if I start now, I should be able to finish before morning.”

“I can wait here until morning.”

“Oh, you don’t have to, Rengoku. You can go home and sleep then come back at dawn.” He shifted uncomfortably. It felt wrong to go into town and sleep when someone was doing work, but this wasn’t something he could help with. During his indecisiveness, she leaned forward in front of him. “Unless you’d like to help?”

“I’d prefer to help.” He smiled at her understanding.

“Let me go talk to David. He has quite the workload. Just don’t mind his attitude.” She stepped forward to whisper in his ear, “I think he might have a crush on me.” Kyojuro blushed again and she chuckled into his ear at her own joke. “You’ll be fine alone?”

“Yes, thank you. I won’t touch anything.” She patted his shoulder and turned to walk out the door with the lantern. Kyojuro shuffled uncomfortably. The librarian was interesting, confusing. The whole building was confusing. There was something about it that didn’t seem normal, but it was probably just the dark. The others moved into the darkness without a care even though they knew about demons. He knew that what was making him uncomfortable. He looked around the workshop once again.

There were some small leather boots by the door that looked to be the women’s size. Next to them on the wall were brown pants, though they had two straps going out the top. A style he had seen recently in the bigger cities. A black button up was next to it on the wall. He found it odd to think of her small delicate frame in this, but it was obviously meant for her. The pants had slight ink stains from work. Past the braille station, he noticed the print machine. However, the real cause for the ink around the room, were the woodblock prints. One recent one was a set of flowers carved into the block, that one was covered in ink. Down on the floor was the print. It wasn’t done perfectly, but he found the slight drops of blue ink that were splattered across the page brought more life to it. There was a knock from behind him and he turned to see her at the door. She slowly came over with a small smile.

“You like that piece?”

“I do, it reminds me of someone.” She sighed.

“I wasn’t too happy when I completed it.” He bent down next to it, to look over better. The light blue flowers reminded him of his mother’s wind chime from home. Once he got to the corner he smiled. Her name and fingerprint was there. It was comforting to see that she still took ownership over it.

“Why did you sign it if you didn’t like it?” He couldn’t help himself, he had to ask. She laughed to herself and turned to walk out the door expecting him to follow.

“It’s still mine. When I look at many famous artists, the art seems daunting. The skill I mean, but I’m sure they didn’t start out that way. They learned and grew into their art by practicing. By looking at where the droplets fell, I know for next time that those are place I put too much ink.”

“I admire that. If only I could do that…”

“You can, you should take it with you when you leave.”

“Take it? Your art piece?” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. The desk coming into view in front.

“It’ll remind you to look back and learn from what you’ve done.” Before he could answer, she approached David at the desk. He stood up.

“What about guarding the door?” David looked anxiously over. There was always someone at the desk at night doing clerical work and watching the door. The people considered this place a safe haven, so if anything was wrong, someone would come running. She ruffled David’s hair and glanced at Kyojuro.

“There’s a hashira with us. If it opens, I’m sure he’ll hear it.” David’s arms came up and swiped her off of him.

“Whatever, go get working on your braille and I’ll try to make him not useless.” She laughed and kissed David’s cheek. He quickly turned away nervously.

“Take a break if you need it and feel free to ask questions. I know it might be hard in the dark.”

“I do most of my work in the dark, so hopefully it won’t be too difficult.” She smiled and handed him her lantern.

“You’ll need this more than I. I know the way to the office. David, do you have your pocket watch?”

“Yes!” He snapped out of his daze and held it up proudly. A light blush on his cheeks.

“Bring our guest to the office at sunrise. I’ll try to work on your other book too.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can come back for that one. Master Ubuyashiki is kind, he’ll understand.” She nodded and patted his shoulder as she walked past.

“Have fun, Rengoku~.” She disappeared into the darkness. Kyojuro turned back to see the boy watching after her. He laughed loudly at David’s lovestruck expression. David snapped out of it to glare at him.

“Let’s show you the ropes. You’ll probably be completely hopeless at it anyways.” David was right. Kyojuro was completely hopeless. Even with his enhanced sight in the dark from all his work, he couldn’t see anything, so he kept stumbling into unsuspecting shelves. David would scold him and instruct him to hold the lantern further out in front of him. However, Kyojuro didn’t understand why he had to. He was a pillar for crying out loud, so why was he running into shelves. Though every time he did, it didn’t escape him to notice that he had been thinking about the girl in the office. There was a sound of the machine every 5-10 minutes as she finished another page. Every time, Kyojuro couldn’t help but want to wander over to the office. None of the books they had to put away were in that direction.

When Kyojuro could make it through the isles, finding the correct place was now a different story. David was so quick. He barely had to look at the shelves to find their place. Kyojuro had to go row by row then book by book. For every book he did, David did 10. After a while, the boy sighed at Kyojuro’s hunched over form.

“Maybe this isn’t the right job for you. We still have a couple of hours. The floors and shelves still need to be cleaned. Think you can manage?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, come with me to the cleaning closet.” He led him over to the left side of the building and handed him a rag first. “Dust the floors, then come get me.” Only thirty minutes later Kyojuro, ran up to David in the aisle.

“This one is the only one I have left!” David’s eyes widened.

“Upstairs?”

“Yes!”

“O-oh, uh let me move the cart.” They moved it together and David peaked around to corner to watch. Kyojuro pushed the rag against the floor in front of him like normal and started to push it forward. All the sudden, the man let out a deep breath and took off down the row. The shelves shook with the force of his movement. David could barely make out his body as it zipped back towards him then away again. A couple seconds later, Kyojuro came jogging down the aisle.

“Done with this one, polishing now, right?” David blinked rapidly then snapped out of it.

“R-right! How did you do that?” They started walking towards the closet again. The floors were spotless.

“My breathing technique. You can do a lot if you just learn to control your breathing!”

“I’d like to learn sometime if you can teach me…”

“I’d love to! Are you interested in swordsmanship as well? You could become my student.”

“No! I-I don’t want to leave the library. I want to learn to protect this place, but I don’t want to leave.” David looked down at the ground. He glanced at the office then shook his head. “Let’s just get this done.”

The rest of the night went smoothly. Kyojuro took longer polishing then set off to dust the selves and railings too. Usually that never got done during the night, but he didn’t finish anyways. The upstairs was the only fully clean section and David shouted out when it was time to go. They slowly walked towards the office together. David knocked, but got no reply. Heaving his body against the door, he cracked it open and squeezed inside. Kyojuro shoved it open easily afterwards.

David hushed him and pointed at a hunched over form. The librarian was sleep against the desk. Her head pressed against the wood. One hand was still on a book page probably keeping her place. The other was pressed against the metal tiles that were slotted on a board. Kyojuro moved forward to wake her up and David pulled on his haori. He looked back trying to make eye contact in the dark. The candles long burned out.

“Please, don’t. She barely sleeps anymore. What is it you need, I’ll get it?”

“Ah, the list is in her jacket pocket.” David nodded and walked forward with the lantern. Avoiding things strewn about on the floor that hadn’t been there before. He gently reached into the pocket to pull out the list. She didn’t even move. David unfolded the list and started to silently stack the braille books. Now that Kyojuro could get a closer look, he could see dark circles under her eyes. He recalled the conversation from earlier: he remembered the library was open day and night. That way anyone could come for protection or for the sake of knowledge. David shuffled the books into a bag like he was shown so they weren’t ruined. He grabbed Kyojuro’s haori and tugged him out. Now out in the hallway they could talk.

“I’ll move her later. She’s a heavy sleeper once she’s out. She finished the one book, but not the other like expected. I’ll lead you- Actually…” He shuffled his feet nervously. “Can you help me open the skylight before you go?” It was the last thing that needed to be done tonight.

“Of course, I can’t wait to see it!” David rolled his eyes and led him to a chain in the corner of the room.

“You have to pull this side and I have to go to another chain to open the other. They only stay open when both sides are. It’s a safety feature or something.”

“You can never be too careful.”

“Yeah… just pull the chain.” David ran off towards the other one. Kyojuro waited until the side started to move up ahead to pull his own. The sun slowly leaked through over the library inch by inch. His eyes actually burned at the bright light and the sun wasn’t even fully up. The sides, finally pulled back, made a locking noise from up above and he couldn’t pull the chain anymore. He carefully let it go. With the new light in the room, he could see David on the other side. The library’s dark oak floors shined despite the dust in the air and on the shelves. He left the chain and approached a book shelf. The shelf itself was dirty, but the books were immaculate. Obviously each one was taken care of. David approached again and started pulling at his elbow.

“Look, I’m not really supposed to let people walk around over here. Master doesn’t like people in the back sections.”

“I understand. Who cares for these books?” He turned to follow the boy to the door.

“The librarians do. I only care for the front section. They care for everything else, especially downstairs.” Kyojuro’s smile widened mischievously.

“Downstairs? I didn’t know you had more books than this!” The library, now he could see had each shelf full to the brim. As they got closer to the door, he could tell these books up front were read by the public.

“Downstairs holds the dangerous books. I’ve never been down there, but a couple of the books Master Ubuyashiki requested came from there. The rest came from upstairs. That’s our medicinal section.” They reached the door and David took the satchel off to hand over to Kyojuro. His curiosity was eating at him.

“And only the two librarians are allowed downstairs?” The boy huffed out now annoyed. Something he was always chided for since they were supposed to encourage questions, so he answered.

“Yes, they have a key or something. She even sleeps with the damn thing and you’d figure you could take it then, but she jumps up like a zombie!” David mimicked the movements he was describing. “Freaky stuff. Then I tried to steal from the old man and he did the same thing!” Kyojuro hummed in thought. Both of you had obviously been trained to protect the key, even in your sleep. He really wanted to know what was in the basement. Maybe Ubuyashiki would humor him.

“Thank you, young man. I will be back in three days for the other book I’m missing. Maybe I’ll find out what is down there with you!” David smiled, but quickly wiped it off his face into a scowl.

“Like you’d be able to do it! I’ve been trying for years.” Kyojuro laughed and ruffled the boys hair. David did the same thing as earlier and swatted his hand away. He shoved open the door and pushed Kyojuro out of it.

“Goodbye, and nice meeting you!” David huffed and slammed the door closed as soon as Kyojuro was out.

Two days later, Kyojuro approached Tengen’s estate nervously. He had to go to the library tomorrow to retrieve the last book and he needed advice. Before he could open the gate, Tengen popped his head over it.

“You’ve been standing there for like ten minutes. You’re making the wives nervous.”

“Tengen, hello! Just wanted to drop by to say hello.” Now that he was here, he felt ridiculous asking Tengen for women advice.

“Nonsense, come inside for tea.” The gate whipped open and Kyojuro trudged inside. The three women of the house came out to greet him.

“Kyojuro! We’re so glad to see you here again. You never visit.” Hinatsuru said. Makio responded with a quick hey and a nod. Suma lunged at him to get him into a hug. Since his mind was elsewhere, he instinctively avoided it and she went into Tengen.

“Wow, didn’t know you were that distracted.” Makio said. Suma cried into Tengen about her avoided hug behind him. Kyojuro scratched his neck nervously.

“I’m sorry, I actually came here for advice.” They all halted their movements. Surrounding him, Tengen spoke first.

“About a woman?!” Kyojuro looked away and blushed. The girls squealed. Finally Kyojuro was looking into women and not work.

“Where did you meet a woman?” Makio asked.

“The library.”

“There’s no woman at the library. I would’ve seen her by now!” Tengen crossed his arms unbelieving.

“Akasaka fell ill, so his assistant has been taking care of the place!”

“Ignore Tengen, tell us about her!” Hinatsuru grabbed his hands and led him to the engawa so they could all sit. Tengen dragged behind.

“She’s interesting…” It was difficult for him to describe a woman. Tengen decided to prompt him to talking more.

“The way they move in the darkness is scary isn’t it? Like demons.” Tengen plopped down in front of him.

“Her and David both did that. I think they can see better than me.”

“David? What a weird name,” Makio commented.

“I want to hear more about this girl!” Suma cried out.

“Oh uh… she taught me about braille!” He looked down at his hands. He decided to leave out the mention of the painting you gave him.

“I’ll bet she did.” Tengen smirked and said seductively. Hinatsuru hit the back of his head. Kyojuro furrowed his eyebrows confused by his words.

“We didn’t interact a lot, but we held hands. I’d like to court her.” The women awed at Kyojuro’s determined expression and Tengen rolled his eyes. He was obviously hopeless, Kyojuro had never interacted with a woman before outside of his line of work. His wives stared at him pleadingly, they needed more information and most importantly they wanted to help him.

“Fine, fine. When are you going back to the library?”

“Tomorrow!”

“I’m coming with you. I have to meet the girl in order to help you do this.”

“Thank you, Tengen.”

The next day, Kyojuro showed up at Tengen’s door waiting for him to get going. Tengen slid to door open and stopped. Looking over the other man he sighed.

“What are you wearing?”

“My demon slayer uniform. This is still technically a mission.” Kyojuro still had his blade for crying out loud. Tengen sighed, but closed to door behind him anyways. If there was a woman out there for him, they’d have to get used to that uniform.

“Let’s head out, race you there!” The two took off down the path.

Stopping right in front of the library doors, Kyojuro reached forward to knock. Tengen pushed passed and just opened the doors. At the desk in the middle of the room was David, he was slouched over writing something. He looked up and scowled.

“Now there’s two of you? For one book?”

“We were both in the area.” Tengen said and strode forward. They both looked side to side trying to see another lamp in the darkness. David stood with the book in his hand.

“Here, this is the last one you needed, right?” Kyojuro came forward to take it, but he could help but ask David. Tengen tapped his foot impatiently.

“Where is she? I didn’t expect to only see you tonight.”

“A stack of volumes to restore came in last night. I’ve been holding down the fort up front.”

“So there really is a girl? I almost thought you were lying!” Tengen exclaimed and leaned forward. He absolutely had to see her now.

“Now you brought this womanizer back into the library with you?”

“Who are you calling a womanizer? I’ll have you know-“ A crash resounded from the back of the library. It came from the office. Kyojuro’s hand twitched over his blade, but David just ran away from the desk towards it.

“I told you. They have weird darkness powers.” Tengen grabbed the lantern he left and followed the whispers. As they got closer, Kyojuro could make out your voice.

“It’s alright, just a little cut.” The smell of blood wafted out through the open door. Peaking in, Tengen and Kyojuro watched David led you over to the chair. The large machine in the room had a piece broken off on the floor. You were cradling your bleeding arm. That wasn’t just a little cut. Kyojuro opened the door more to step inside. Tengen let out a surprised whistle.

“Looks like you hurt yourself bad, girly. Rengoku, help her out, yeah?” He put a hand on his friend’s back and shoved him forward.

“Of course! Do you have a first aid kit?!” He stood rigid and at attention. His voice boomed around the loud room. A light blush dusted his cheeks once he realized his mistake. You smiled pleasantly at the two.

“Please, I don’t-“

“I‘ll get it!” David ran out of the room, pushing the hashira to the side. Tengen looked between you two before slowly backing out of the room. He caught Rengoku’s worried stare and gave a thumbs up then disappeared. Rengoku cleared his throat.

“W-what, excuse me, what have you been up to?” He carefully stepped forwards. You gave a light laugh.

“I’ve been working on the last book and restoring some more.” Gently, Rengoku took your arm to examine, he nodded to show he was listening. Tengen’s tip number 5: listen to what she has to say, actually listen and show interest!

“Restoring some?” He stuffed a hand into his uniform to look for the bandages he usually keeps there. At the same time, trying to maintain eye contact. His clumsy demeanor was endearing. His eyebrows twitched with worry once he realized he didn’t have bandages.

“Well, we value all sorts of texts that come in, so we try to-“ You were interrupted by a rip. “Oh my god! Rengoku, stop!” Kyojuro quickly snapped his eyes back to you. He was holding a strip of his haori in his hand.

“It’s alright! You’re far more important than my haori.” He smiled brightly. Slowly grabbing your arm to wrap up. You blushed, speechless. Outside the room, Tengen was silently cheering for his companion while holding David still against his chest with a hand over his mouth.

“Thank you.” He hummed, pleased with his work. Rengoku let his hand linger in yours and looked up from your hands to your eyes.

“Would you care to go on a date?” You blushed, squeezing his hand out of nerves. David outside the door kicked and screamed against Tengen.

“Fucking brat,” Tengen whispered. You laughed before answering Rengoku.

“I’d enjoy that.” He smiled, grabbing your non injured arm and guiding you out of the room shouting.

“Tengen! Tengen! Your advice worked, old frie- What are you two doing?”

“Well you see this kid tried to interrupt.”

“Tengen, you can’t have him as a tsuguko. He’s already agreed to be mine.”

“You think I want to train this whiny kid?!”

“Sorry to interrupt, but I think you’re strangling MY student.” David stumbled out of the larger man’s grasp gasping. Rengoku clapped him on the back harshly.

“You- you can’t go-go out with that guy.” He panted out while pointing at Rengoku. You stepped forwards. Slipping your hand out of Rengoku’s, he frowned as you supported David’s weight. The young boy pouted towards you then glared at the other two.

“We’ll talk this over while we fix the machine. Rengoku?” His whole head snapped in your direction. “Send me a crow with some times and dates that work for you. I know our schedules are busy, but I have a feeling things will work out.” He blushed and nodded. You walked back into the office scolding David. The hashira headed back to Tengen’s estate to discuss everything with his wives. Rengoku opened the gate while laughing at something Tengen said. Tengen suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder and started dragging him away slowly.

“Where are we going?!” Rengoku was back to shouting everything. Tengen stopped dragging him and looked back. His face held a look of exasperation.

“We forgot the book.” Rengoku laughed with joy so loud at the thought of seeing you again that the trees around the estate shook.

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can you do a plus size little who’s embarrassed about regressing. so they never do, or try to hide it as best they can. but steve (rogers) knows about their regressing and is just waiting for the right time to let them know. the reader is embarrassed and fights him off not wanting to admit they are a little. but steve just accepts them with open arms and is just super sweet, babying them the way they deserve to be babyed? just all sweet and stuff? thanks!!

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Steve Rogers x Little!Plus Sized!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of self “hate”, feeling invalid as a regressor, self deprecating talk, talks of past fat shaming, Steve squashes all bad feelings, and thoughts, as best he can, some angst, more fluff than anything though (I think)

Notes - As a plus sized person who struggles when regressing, and feeling valid as a regressor, I truly hold this story very close to my heart. In this fic the avengers live at the compound, and everyone is sort of a little or a caregiver, basically being a little and/or a caregiver is normalized!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, as well as this blog, SFW.

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“Y/n come on.” Wanda whined, walking towards the kitchen, dragging her feet as she looked at her friend.

“Wanda I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/n laughed, now standing at the kitchen island, watching as Wanda began to get everything she needed to make a sandwich.

“I’m just saying.” Wanda paused, looking up from her plate, giving a knowing look to Y/n. “You love watching movies with me and Peter, and you own a bunch of colouring books.” She pointed out.

“Hey!” Y/n scoffed, shaking their head in disbelief. “I watch movies with you two to spend time with you! Plus the colouring books are adult colouring books, okay?” They reasoned.

“The colouring books may be ‘adult’ colouring books, but you colour with crayons.” Wanda chuckled, placing her ingredients on her bread, taking a quick bite before cleaning it up.

“Wanda.” Y/n snapped, causing Wanda to look right at her. “I am not a little, please get over whatever is causing you to push the subject.” Y/n said, walking off and towards their room, leaving a shocked Wanda in the kitchen alone.

Wanda had never meant to pry, but she wanted Y/n to feel comfortable talking to her about whatever they were, or were not. Secretly Wanda longed for another little friend, someone to play pretend with, someone to talk to about little things, but maybe Y/n just wouldn’t ever be that person.

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Y/n sat on their bed, the lights off, their rain noise and music on, tears streaming down their face as they held a stuffy close, the little turtle their only little item, the less they had, the less obvious their regression would be.

Y/n meant to tell everyone they were a little, but when they walked into the compound for the first time they felt so isolated already, everyone was nice and friendly, but no one … looked like them. Y/n was an asset in the field, absolutely ruthless on missions, but they had to earn their respect more than others because people doubted their abilities, they just didn’t want to have to add on the fact that they regressed. Every regressor was small, the perfect weight to be picked up, or snuggled like a baby, and they didn’t think they were, they just felt out of place.

Steve, Captain America, Mr ‘can stop a helicopter from FLYING AWAY with one hand’, did not feel the same way. He thought Y/n was the sweetest person ever, their willingness to help drawing him towards them. They were just kind and nice and shy, and he wanted to pick them up and put them in his pocket, something he was capable of doing.

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“Y/n?” a soft voice called out, breaking the seemingly calm ‘silence’ Y/n had created.

“No here.” Y/n called back, pretending to not be there, hiding under the covers.

“Oh.” Steve chuckled. “Y/n’s not here?” He asked, playfulness dripping from his words.

“No.” They called it again.

“Well, I guess I’ll give this new turtle stuffy to Wanda then.” Steve sighed sarcastically, getting ready to close the door.

“What?” Y/n asked, sitting up straight, pulling the blankets off of them, their hair a mess, staring at Steve, searching for the turtle stuffy.

“I bought this turtle.” Steve said, holding up the small stuffed animal, the turtle a dark green. “Because he matched the one I found in the laundry room a few days ago.”

Y/n’s body heated up with embarrassment, their turtle, the matching light green one, had been left in the laundry room, for only an hour, they were a good stuffy parent, they just may have forgotten him for a few minutes. They hoped no one had noticed, but clearly someone did. “I's.” Y/n covered their mouth with a hand, eyes going wide, realizing their words were slurred, their mind trying desperately to grasp onto any big headspace they could.

“Y/n I know your a little.” Steve admitted, walking further into their room, sitting on the very edge of their bed, the new turtle now beside him. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his words laced with subtle hurt.

“I’s embarrassing ‘s all.” They admitted, wrapping their blanket around them tighter. “No one c'n pick me up like Wan's 'nd Pete, i's embarrassing.”

Steve chuckled, talking before his laugh could send Y/n spiraling. "I can pick you up." He said, his eyes meeting Y/n's, theirs filled with tears. "Come on." He sighed, standing up, gesturing them too as well.

"No, you'gonna drop me." They pouted, their arms crossed over their chest.

Steve just shook his head and smiled, walking towards them before placing his arms under their legs and lifting. Y/n's arms instinctively laced around his neck for support, a small "EEEP." Escaping their lips as they were lifted off the bed.

"See?" Steve asked, now standing straight, Y/n held against his chest, his hand smoothing over their head to calm their messy hair. "I can pick you up, Bucky can pick you up, I'm ninety percent sure Sam could pick you up, Thor, Hulk, Loki, we all have insane strength Y/n, you don't have to hide from us." He smiled, Y/n's eyes still brimming with tears. "Even if you can't, or don't want to, be picked up, that's okay, you're still allowed to regress." He cooed, wiping a few of their tears away.

"But -"

"No 'but''s okay?" Steve said, readjusting Y/n before continuing. "You're a little, please stop hiding that okay?" He asked, a small pout on his own lips.

"Do y'promise to pick me up lots?" They pouted back, Steve breaking out in a smile.

"I will pick you up as much as you like Y/n, all the time if need be." Y/n let their head fall to his shoulder as he spoke, a satisfied smile spreading across their face.

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A few days pasted, Steve and Y/n hanging around each other more often, Y/n slowly getting used to regressing in front of someone. Y/n seemed to get super shy when regressed, not something so off their usual behavior, but Steve worried they wouldn't want to go anywhere but their room when little.

Until one day they just briefly mentioned colouring with Wanda, an activity they had been waiting to do forever. "Wanda?" Steve asked, Wanda lifting her head from the dining table that was covered in colouring books and crayons. Her gaze met Steve, with Y/n in his arms, them giving her a small wave before turning their head into Steve's chest. "Can Y/n colour with you?"

"YES!" Wanda yelled, jumping up and down in her seat as she placed some crayons in front of the chair across from her, sliding a colouring book over too.

"Y/n I'm going to train with Bucky for a bit okay?" Steve smiled, placing Y/n down in the chair and kissing the top of their head. Y/n just nodded at his words, their hands reaching for the crayons.

"I knew it." Wanda whispered under her breath as Steve walked away, he heard, Y/n didn't. He smiled though, proud of Y/n for finally breaking out of their shell, finally feeling safe enough to regress publicly, even just regress around him.

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