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d1xonss · 2 months

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heyyy went thru all your masterlist (reader one) and fell inlove with your fics i was wondering if you can write something like grumpy!daryl x sunshine!reader ykwim? like they complete eachother (::

Sunshine

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 10

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 2.1k

AN ~ Ahhh thank you so much for reading, it truly means so much! I’m always down to write this type of stuff, I think it’s so cute:)) I appreciate the request and hope you enjoy! ps- I thought this was a super cute thing to post for Valentine's Day💋

It was quiet, peaceful inside your home as you busied yourself around the space. It was a nice hot summer day, and you felt quite accomplished with the amount of things you had gotten done in just the span of a few hours. You tended to your garden full of colorful flowers, made a trip to the pantry to pick up a few things you were running low on, cleaned and tidied up the house, the list really went on and on. But the truth was you loved doing things like this, it almost tricked you into believing that life outside the gates was normal again. Even though you knew it wasn’t, it was still nice to pretend from time to time.

Currently, you busied yourself with making some of your famous homemade brownies, something you found you hadn’t made in quite some time. With everything going on lately, it was hard to find the time to do the things you loved most, which was in fact, to bake. But now that everything had died down for the most part, you quickly hopped back onto the opportunity. Whether it was cake, cookies, or some kind of bread, you always found life to be a little bit better with something sweet.

But you weren’t just making these brownies for yourself, in fact, whenever you whipped something up it was never just for you. It was also for your husband Daryl whom you adored more than anything else in this world, the man constantly making you happier with each passing day. And he loved you just as much if not more, and he especially loved being your taste tester whenever you tried out a new recipe. The first time you had called him that, he just scoffed and shook his head as if what you said was something stupid. But you could see that small smirk he had on his face afterwards, silently telling you that he actually loved the little job you assigned, though he would never admit it out loud.

You hummed to yourself quietly as you began to mix the dry and wet ingredients together, swaying your hips a little to the soft song playing in the background. Recently you had found a record player on a run and you were over the moon excited to use it, missing music from the world before. And although you hadn’t found the best records in the world to listen to, you thought almost anything was better than the quiet. The most you had found were a few country albums which weren't in your top favorite genres for sure, but you had to admit it was growing on you the smallest bit. With the way you danced along, it was hard to deny.

Your head then suddenly snapped up when you heard the sound of the front door opening, a smile being brought to your face as you already knew who it was. He was a little loud upon entering your shared house, dropping his crossbow on the table with a loud smack, huffing and puffing as he entered the living room without a word. Your smile dropped a little, usually he would call out to you to announce that he was home, but clearly today was not one of those days. He was in a mood, and you knew you would have to cheer him up.

Although Daryl was perfect to you in every way, he was a pretty grumpy man from time to time when things didn’t work out or go the way he planned. The littlest things could completely ruin his demeanor for the rest of the day at times. He would hold onto it, rant about it constantly while it was on his mind, even though most of the time it was something that he couldn’t change. But you assumed that’s what frustrated him the most. And this was no different, hearing him sigh heavily in the other room as he plopped down on the sofa.

But the best thing about you, was that at the end of the day, you always found a way to make him feel better.

You discarded the mixing spoon that was in your hand, moving out of the kitchen and towards the living room in an attempt to see what was bothering him. But once you caught sight of him whilst lingering in the doorway of the space, you sighed quietly upon seeing how he held his face in his hands, slumped over the side of the couch. You could tell he was irritated and that something had happened today while he was out, but it was nothing that you couldn’t fix. And you figured the brownies would help too.

So you finally pushed yourself forward to enter the room, softly sitting down next to him as you raised your hand up to squeeze his shoulder lightly. “Hi sweetie.” you greeted softly.

But he didn’t respond. He didn’t even raise his head up to look you in the eye. The most he did was grunt, and even you didn’t know in that moment if it was directed towards you or not.

You eyed him for a moment before speaking again, “How was your day?” you asked gently while rubbing his shoulder up and down now.

Still nothing. Damn he was a tough one to crack today. But you knew he couldn’t resist you for very long, even if today was the worst day of his life, he always came around for you. Always.

Upon not getting a verbal response, you leaned further into him and began to trail a few quick kisses on the side of his head, to which he scoffed and scooted away from. “Come on woman, m’ not in the mood.” he grumbled as he finally looked up from the floor.

“He speaks.” you said as you raised your hands up in victory, your actions causing him to scoff with a roll of his eyes. Acting as if you were the dramatic one here. “What happened?” you asked with a tilted head.

He blew out a breath of air, “Nothin.”

“Mhm…” you trailed off sarcastically with a nod, “Nothing…”

He was silent for a long moment, nearly minutes passing by, before he blew another harsh breath out as he leaned back against the couch. “We lost all those damn supplies on that run we took today, walkers just came outta nowhere and we didn’t have time to stick around. Negan’s getting on my fuckin nerves all the damn time, spittin out the same bullshit I’ve heard a hundred fuckin times before. And my bike broke down on the way back, don’t even know if I can fix it.”

If someone was looking at this from an outside perspective, seeing the amount he just unleashed while you sat there with a small smile on your face, their jaw would probably be on the floor. How you hardly reacted at all, how he was so harsh with the way he spoke, you were sure it would look questionable to anyone who didn’t truly know the two of you, or your dynamic. But the truth was, you had heard this similar song and dance about a hundred different times before, knowing he just needed to get everything off his chest and blow off some steam. And you knew after saying it all out loud, along with a little comfort, he would see that everything would be alright in the end.

Your lip stuck out in a pout as you looked at him, “Oh, my poor baby.” you said dramatically as you pulled him back into you, placing your lips on his cheek to kiss him there multiple times as he let out a heavy and annoyed sigh.

“Stop.” he protested, yet made no attempts to pull away from your affection. In fact, you swore you almost felt him lean in further.

You giggled against his skin as you pulled away far enough to look him in the eye, “I’m sorry you had a rough day.” you spoke seriously now as you stroked the side of his face, “But it’ll be okay…everything will work itself out.”

He scoffed quietly at your words, “Ya always say that.”

“And I’m always right.” you said as you leaned in to place another kiss on his cheek, “Remember when you came back from a hunt that one time with nothing, and you were all grumpy about it? What happened the next day?”

He glanced over to you for a few moments before letting out a soft sigh, “Found three deers…” he grumbled.

“Right.” you said as you moved to give his arm a soft squeeze, “You worry way too much over this kind of stuff, just breathe. Relax. It’s all going to be fine.”

His expression softened drastically after you talked to him, kind and gentle as always, wordlessly leaning into you and wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging you tight. You laughed lightly as you hugged him back, stroking the back of his hair soothingly as you felt him exhale deeply. Taking a breath like you advised.

“M’ sorry.” he muttered suddenly after a few moments of silence.

Your brows furrowed a little in confusion, “For what, honey?”

“For dumpin this shit on ya all the time…” he clarified as he squeezed you tighter, “Ya don’t deserve that…hearin me bitch-”

“Hey.” you cut him off as you pulled away, taking his face in your hands, “That’s what I’m here for, to listen. I’m honored to be the one you go to when you need to rant about something, and I’m even more honored that I’m the one who gets to make you feel better. That’s certainly not something to be sorry for, okay?”

His lip turned up in a small smile as he took your hands from his face, kissing your palm lightly as he looked at you with soft eyes, “I don’t deserve ya.”

You shushed him instantly with a shake of your head, “Yes you do.” you assured, before your mind trailed off a little in realization which caused a small smile to form on your face, “But…I do think I have something else that’ll make you feel better. Maybe even better than I can.”

He scoffed with a growing smile, “Well, I highly doubt that…but go on…” he said as his interest clearly piqued.

“Well…I just so happen to have some brownie batter in the kitchen with your name on it.” you said as you raised your eyebrows.

His eyes widened the smallest bit in clear excitement before glancing out the doorway, clearly itching to rush into the kitchen now, “Ya haven’t even baked em yet..?”

You shook your head with a smile, “Nope…I’ll even let you lick the spoon.” you said, knowing that was his favorite part.

His smile only grew then as there seemed to be a sparkle in his eye, like a kid in a giant candy store. The two of you then ventured back toward the kitchen where the music was still playing softly, getting the batter ready to be put into the pan to bake. But of course, he took the spoon from you almost instantly when you were done using it, licking the entire thing completely clean as if he couldn’t get enough. Though he felt he had to tease you just a little bit, taking a small dollop from the utensil on his finger before bringing it to the tip of your nose with a “boop.”

You knew then and there that his mind was far from the events earlier that day, now enjoying his time he had with you as he looked at you as if you were a bright ball of sunshine after a rainy day. The sunshine that he desperately needed in his life.

But then the time came. The oven had beeped and you had pulled the brownies out of the oven to cool before cutting them, topping it off with some powdered sugar before your taste tester gave his honest feedback. He took a corner piece, which were his favorite, and took a large bite of the chocolate goodness while you looked at him in anticipation.

“Well..?”

He said nothing, his eyes rolled back and a groan left his lips as he savored the sweetness on his tongue, and that was the only answer you needed. You smiled brightly as you clapped to yourself, his signs of approval proving that you were only getting better with the hobby you loved to do.

“Dunno how ya do it,” he commented before shoving the rest of the brownie in his mouth, “They just get better and better.” he said with his mouth full.

You smiled proudly as you began to grab a piece for yourself, “Well it’s a good thing I have my taste tester to give me all the feedback I need.”

Normally he would roll his eyes at the continuous nickname you bestowed upon him, but not today. He only smiled with a nod, bringing you in to leave a dramatic kiss on your cheek, pulling away with a loud “muah.”

“I’ll always be here ta taste whatever ya want sunshine.” he promised.

And you believed him completely.

~ Thanks for reading!

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fluorynn · 2 months

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🩵 — 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 !

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Valentines Day spent with Ao’nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo !

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : @missisaz @lauren1523 @deadgirlrin @faintfill @akariwe @honeycinnamon @dananannanana @aristocolourway @by-bananant @huahuagongzhu @xobridgertonblues @hungrynessforfics @innercreationflower @angie-1306 @cozybubble

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : part 2 !! I divided it for the reason being that if I United all 6 of these characters, it wouldn’t fit all the dividers/banners/pictures🥲🥲 These characters are a bit … less mention of Valentines unlike with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak, and more so on the side of fluff and lovey dovey interactions with them if that makes sense? But I tried and I do hope you enjoy these !! Happy Valentines Day ! <33

Valentines Day with Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo’ak !

— Ao’nung !

“You better watch those five fingered hands of yours when you touch my hair, eh? And do not over decorate it with those beads.” His snarl was anything but harsh, you’ve learned to distinguish between his tones — jesting, venomous, endearing even. You’ve learned to distinguish between his churlish temper he uses with your brothers and the edge of affection he overflowed when in your presence. The affection he conveyed in this moment, allowing it to give you permission in seeing him with his dark coils released from their notorious plaits and up-do while he is seated between your legs, cheek resting over your thigh while fiddling with your songcord. Both just to mess with you and to observe the fine piece.

He had picked you to partake in this for three reasons :

1. His fondness for your touch.

2. He had heard and seen the petite box of trinkets you had brought from the forest, and never found the perfect person to try them on besides him, and he was a tad bit intrigued to see how they’d look on himself, not aware of the ones you’ve made for him.

3. His hair needed a deep, meticulous cleanse and much narrowed rebraid.

“Ao’nung, shut up– stop moving, you skxawng! It would be easier if you didn’t move so often – why’d you even ask me if you’re going to act this way, huh?” He only let out an ‘annoyed’ huff but settled back into his spot. You’ve learned that it was uncommon for Ao’nung to let anyone else care for his hair, the only person ever permitted to was his young sister, Tsireya and his mother, Ronal for the reason being they were brisk with their movements, careful even with the consideration that he was a very tender headed thing. Of course, he’d never admit it to anyone, you included, though you already had the perception of this thanks to his sister and best friend, Rotxo.

To which is why his squirming came with no unrecognition, and internally wondered how is it that he’d given you the opportunity to touch his scalp after weeks of begging him, and why is it that he said his Mother had maintained to rest due to her pregnancy and his sister had been busy yet you had spotted Tsireya simply hanging out with Lo’ak? Why is it that out of nowhere, he approached you and tasked you whether you liked it or not? Why is it that his ears create a flickering motion with every attentive stroke you give his head?

“If I am hurting you, simply say so.” His neck canted back only to see your gold irises peering at him, concerned and punctured. “I don’t like to fully depend on these,” he hissed at the light pinch you gave his ear, “to see if you’re in pain. Speak up, okay?”

He muttered a ‘yes’ before his hand strayed to the beads around your ankle, beads he gifted you, flicking them slightly. He couldn’t help the tiny smile playing on his lips when he remembered gifting them to you, the way he felt his heart double its size the more he kept his gaze on you, so happy with that pretty wide smile, hoisting yourself on your toes and strutting around to let him see how the jewelry piece looked on you, and all he could think was that no piece of jewelry would ever add onto the immense beauty you already carried.

He had already embraced the fact of his liking for you, and wether you admitted it to him or not, he knew you reciprocated his feelings. It was probably obvious already, for the way your anger-less banters were constant, the way minor touches went by, the way he, and you, were always on the look out for one another, to have each other in sight. It gave him assurance, it gave him confidence, peace to see you. To be with you.

A silence overtook him and it slightly concerned you. Silence was not ordinary for Ao’nung, not when he was with you at least. But you didn’t say anything and continued to wash his hair, disentangle, apply the oils his Mother had entrusted you with, and entwine narrowed braids upon his scalp, creating a hair wrap on one twine. That is when you heard the sound his throat made and his shoulders slightly faltered from their broad posture from the air slowly rising from his lungs.

“I…do not entirely dislike the thought of it. Of you, near me, like this. I know that you won’t … hurt me…not with that small strength of yours anyway.” His chin lightly jutted down, and you grinned at the rare meekness edging his tone before he shifted to turn and bore those bright blue depths of his into yours, practically letting them swallow you whole the closer he inclined himself near your face.

Delicate were his features and somehow he managed to perfect the image of boldness and strength as he stared at you, as his long fingers reached with a gentleness he himself didn’t even recognize, curling over the curves of your knees.

“I respond to your touch because I do not dislike you, paysyul.” and there it was, that sly twist of his mouth and head tilt when you leaned forward, and as much as you wanted to roll your eyes at his expression, you didn’t dare avert from the portrait he displayed, the richness of his curls accentuating those lovely features he inherited.

“You like me then?”

He made a ‘tsk’ sound at your mocking use of voice, the flat of his nose tapping lightly against your own once, twice, three times, and the action induced a cute nose scrunch he’d grown accustomed to seeing on each Sully kid, yet yours was far more effective and gorgeous to him. “Is that not the opposite of unlike? Who is the skxawng now, eh?”

Before you can retort the name he had called you, his mouth pressed against yours, and your words disintegrate down your throat and pursed your lips at his stupidly appealing smirk.

“Now come on. Do not distract me with your kissing. You are not finished with my hair just yet. Or else this is the last time I let you—”

“I didn’t even ask you this time! And you kissed me!”

“But you were bound to—ow!” You smirked in triumph from the light tug you gave his hair, only for him to gain vengeance in pinching the skin of your ankle.

“I will stop, don’t tempt me.”

He glared and huffed like a child. “…Proceed. Please.”

After quite some time from braiding his head, with minor jesting banters here and there, you had finally finished; different shades of green and blue wraps and beads adorning those thick locks of his, and Ao’nung didn’t deny the proud smile he carried at your handy work, rewarding you with a playful tug on one of your braids and a swift kiss on the cheek before bolting into the water, away your smack.

— Tsireya !

“Do you…do you like it?”

Tsireya felt your heartbeat, racketing and soaring against the flat of her palm, your ilu creating a sound that indicated the distress you felt with every second passing of her silence. Her ears keenly picked up every inhale, the sharpness of the air slicing down your bobbing throat. You felt as she slowly descended from the ilu and gracefully swam through the water and to the land that resonated mere inches in front of you. You were quick to follow after her with a quick mutter of a ‘thank you’ to your new companion, your body lacking its stability in water from your fidgeting but managed to stand upon shore right across from you two.

Overtime, Tsireya learned that you were an impatient overthinker, and she had no doubt bursting conclusions now consumed that head of yours the longer she contemplated your question. With all the sincerity she held in her heart, she knew the answer already. Normally, she’d already grant it to you with so much enthusiasm, but something halted her from doing so. Awestruck she was, and it should have been evident from the way her sapphire irises glimmered, and the words she wished to say stayed trapped in her throat while one of her hands tightly held the small gift she had for you and the sun lily you’d gifted her with. The sun lily you happened to pick from the innumerable amount of glowing ones across the ground.

Your growing spiral of waiting made the guilt crawl within her, surrendering her body to release a soft exhale and give you an eager nod. “I adore it, ma tanhi.” Her pretty smile adorned with those dimples were enough to flare the ember stars within your eyes that resembled the nickname she’d given you and her smile widened. Your frozen demeanor thawed away when you reached for her hand, leading her deeper into the small-like forest.

A fort made of lengthy green leaves and stabled sticks entangled with lovely vines stood above both your laying forms. She’d never been surrounded by Pandora’s grassy plains, she’d never had the chance to visit farther than Awa’atlu for her People thought why would she ever want to leave her home when she has everything right where she is?

But the chance given and assisted by you was worth enough, because as your arms engulfed her cozily, she was reminded that this right here was everything she needed, was everything you needed.

The length of your blue arms tightened around her body as she laid atop of you, the elegant space between her shoulders becoming the spot your chin resided in. The roseate colors of her nose affectionately nuzzled across your cheekbone, and you grinned knowingly at how she traced the deep contoured markings etched into your complexion. You basked in the way her touch strayed to your hair, fingertips grazing over your braids and admiring how they were adorned with the jeweled spirals she had made for you, a trinket of a small shell dangling from it.

The purity of drifting into all of what one another was and will become came freely to you both; she allowed you to card your fingers through the long cascades of her curls as you styled them while she fiddled with the single twist swaying over your temple, and you’d occasionally ask if everything was to her liking. You loved to take care of her, you loved providing for her with nothing in return besides her grand love for you. You were hers, and you knew when the time came, when you had the blessing of her mother, the Tsahik and most importantly, Eywa’s, she was to be your mate, and you both eternally longed for that day.

Nestling her back against your chest eased her mind, and the ocean’s breeze ruffled through the night serenely, and your body only added onto that as your warmth embraced her. Her eyes rose to the fort’s canopy, smiling at the glittering beads woven within the vines.

Round hues shimmered and lit your heart up. A light kiss brushed your cheek and your eyes widened in surprise. Your broad grin soon followed however, stirring her insides, and you would admit that just by existing, she managed to stir your own heart.

“Would you like to see what I got you?” She giggled at the way your eyes widened and gave her a nod. “Yeah.”

Your eyes fell over a multilayered arm bracelet with beads, its colors having the familiar pattern your brother, Neteyam once wore. Though she didn’t want to emit tears, she knew the dam was bound to happen, tears pearling your lashes. “I know how high you thought of him and deeply you loved your brother. Your mama helped me recreate this, with the same beads he once wore.” The pads of your trembling fingers smoothed over each bead, each color that once and forever will symbolize Neteyam.

You kissed her cheek, then her lips with a soft laugh. “You are amazing, y’know that?”

“I wish to stay here, with you forever under this fortress. I really like the way you made this.”

You laughed once more, lips falling over her dimpled cheek and pulled her even deeper into you. “One day, we’ll have our own fortress and stay together forever, beautiful girl.”

“I see you, Y/N.” Everything you were, are, and bound to become will forever be eternally accepted by her soul. She leaned in to sweetly kiss you right before you could even return her words because she already knew, and there was something strong about already knowing.

— Rotxo !

You fell in love with one of the sweetest, most attentive and caring souls on the planet; Rotxo. Sweetest for the way he conveyed his immense love for you. Attentive, even when you think he doesn’t notice the smallest of things, from physical to emotional, or when your presence wasn’t anywhere near him; “Where is your sister? Where is Y/N? I thought she would be here?” And caring as to awareness of your well-being, of how you feel, of just wanting to smother you with his love and have you approach it as well.

That attentiveness and care was always right around the corner when he knew you needed it, or when he simply wanted to bathe you in his affections. A lace of thin beads ornamented your torso, glimmering and clashing astonishingly with your tones, a pretty shelled necklace sitting over your collarbones. The lace of beads and shelled necklace that happened to be made by Rotxo himself, along with the chest piece he had patched back together for you for when you were training on your ilu, it slightly tore. Rotxo never thought something too feminine or too masculine for anyone, so he didn’t pay no mind when his close friend, Ao’nung had teased him of making accessories and loincloths for you and ask him if he was comfortable with your height differences ( you were a tad bit taller than the Reef boy…tad) , or the way Lo’ak, your brother would make remarks of his ‘straightness’, and instead absorbed the way Tsireya would cheer him on, absorbed the way Kiri and Tuk would help him pick the best of pieces that suited their sister, absorbed how your oldest brother approved of him to be with you.

Proud he was to be able to make such things for you, and to be gifted with the way your face would brighten so prettily because of his acts. Rotxo thought the teasing he’d received had been so worth it as he watched you in amazement, a smile appealing his face. “Thank you, my sweet boy! Thank you, thank you!”

“It suits you, sevin. Very pretty…too pretty for me.” Your hands curl around his cheeks, mushing them slightly between your hold as he beamed up at you. “I am too pretty because of you. You add on to my prettiness. Just look at that face of yours!”

You adored the way his eyes crinkled crescent-like, the way the crystal blue brimmed from them before they disappeared behind closed eyelids, the way those lush lips smile so softly, so completely love-struck by you.

Your lower lip then so very subtly pronounced, and it was immediate the way his smile fell and the worry dawning upon him. “You say I’m too pretty for you when you’re too good for me.” Your fingers slid down his face and climbed up the nape of his neck before letting them stray into his bundle of thick locks. “You take very good care of me…you constantly gift me things. And while I adore it, it makes me feel bad for not keeping up with it–”

“But you do by gifting me with your time! –”

“Which is why I made you something!” You grinned at the way he tilted his head and one of his ears flitted against his head. His face contained intrigue while his tail very lightly moved. “Really? And what exactly did you make for me….?”

Quickly pecking his forehead, you pulled him by the arm near your family’s marui. “Wait here, okay?”

“Sevin, you did not have to get me anything—” He tried protesting though vehement glare dissolved his words; not taking no for an answer and he sighed. With a shrug and nod, you grinned and quickly rushed in and grabbed ahold of the gifts, returning with a wide smile that made his own form. “Give me your arm, love.”

He complied, head tilting as his brow line quirked. Your giggle reverberated through him when you slid the band with a blue sea glass stone up the length of his arm, stopping right above his bicep. “This stone glows under the night sky.” Another piece of jewelry was in your hold, three necklaces, similar in color to the single one you wore. “Each of the three carry the same beads you have used for me.”

His happiness was apparent despite the efforts to maintain a serious demeanor, a warmth erupting in his chest at your actions. The little squirm his mouth made did not go unnoticed by you when you told him about the beads. He finally gave in, a beam stretched across his face and you bathed in it as you clasped each necklace around his neck. “Sevin…irayo ( thank you ) Y/N!”

His soft sounds of giggles floated in your ears as firm pecks sweetly assaulted every part of his face and his arms winded around you. He took slight steps back, steps that soon became a full plummet of both your bodies into the water with a loud splash. You said nothing, simply stared at each other, damped with Awa’atlu’s waters, before giggling.

Your arms remained around his neck, hands reaching up and smiled softly at the way the wet wisps of his locks immediately curled around your digits.

“You, Rotxo, deserve many, many good things.” You reminded, tracing circles into his damp cheek with the pad of your thumb. “ I want you to know that I acknowledge everything you do for me. That I appreciate it. So thank you, my sweet boy, for all you do for me.”

His cheeks flushed at your words, throat closing in what could be seen as emotion and a soft laugh emitted from your throat as his head dipped into your neck. His fingertips brushing over the beads around you and a purr-like sound rumbling through his chest. A sound you felt to the center of your being, and crooned down at the smiling boy as he continued thanking you and holding you in his arms, promising to never discard these gifts you’ve given him ever, unaware of the 5 pair of eyes watching from afar.

…

“…I told you the beads he gave her were a good idea.”

“Ao’nung, shut up. I never doubted Rotxo for a second.”

“You thought he was gay, Lo’ak. Neteyam was most supportive.”

“Gross.”

“…they have been holding together for too long.”

“Kiri, Teyam, you’re gonna ruin the moment !!”

Meanwhile, Tsireya is carrying a wide smile while trying NOT to shed some happy tears for her dear friends.

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smoking-jakelane · 2 months

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Str!ke

Greta Valentines

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader!insert

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluffy fluff, little makeout session, mentions of bad childhood/ bad relationship w parents | all in all really just heartwarming jake boyfriend

Summary: Jake has planned a Date for you since you completely forgot about Valentines Day.

I saw this post from @seenoversundown and I KNEW that I wanted to write a little blurb to the Valentine's Day theme. So I picked the Bowling Date idea

Soo here it is! I hope you enjoy. Please note: English is not my first language so ignore weird wording or idk anything that you think makes no sense. My dms are open for everyone in case you want to know anything or just to say hi <3

"Could you like, at least tell me where we are going?"

"Absolutely not my angel." Jake said as he mindlessly caressed your thigh with his hand.

"Uurgh." You pout and lean back against the headrest of the passenger seat.

You hear Jake laugh as he turned the music up.

You closed your eyes even though they were covered with Jake's bandana.You silently tapped your feet to the beat, thousand thoughts wandering through your brain; wondering where the hell you two would go this evening was the main one.

The last week has been very stressful to say the least, so you were more than thankful for Jake to make up for it. It did catch you by surprise when he came home today and told you to get ready. When you asked him more than one time what he had planned,he smiled to himself and kept quiet.

You felt the car making a turn and eventually coming to a stop. You turn your head to Jake in anticipation to finally get your vision back.

"Come here." Jake said in a soft voice and carefully turned your head away from him so he could untie the knot at the back of your head.

You grabbed the cloth from your eyes and pinched them together as they were adjusting to the light.

The neon red colored arrows pointing to the entry of the bowling alley catched your eyes. Your lips turned into a smile as you progressed and you turned back to Jake who was watching you.

"We're going bowling? Babe that's awesome!" You laughed as you leaned in and gave him a kiss.

He cupped your face with one of his hands and pulled you back in for another, more deep connection. You sighed into the kiss as you felt your heart beat faster and the warmth of his fingers spiraling from your cheek through your body.

You were at loss for words and even thoughts.

Jake was the first to break the kiss. You didn't even notice that you two were losing yourself in a whole makeout session in the middle of a public parking lot.

Jake brushed the strands of hair out of his face and smirked at you. "As much as I'd want to continue this, I also would like to not miss our reservation."

You giggled at his words. Even after more than two years of dating, it felt like you were still at the start with how much emotions he brought up in you with just the simplest of things he did.

Whether he brought you something from a shopping trip that made him think of you, or the little notes he left on the counter to let you know he loved you and couldn't wait to come home again.

He felt like home. He brought peace in your hectic life and thoughts. Sometimes he could silence the whole world around you and all what mattered stood right in front of you. With hair that reached his collarbones, eyes that had just that sparkle to them and a little mustache which made him look older than he was.

"Oh before I forget, I got something for you. Saw it in a window and immediately thought you would like these."

"Jake..." you tried to stop him but he silenced you with his hand. You softly swatted it away from your face.

"I just wanted to say that you didn't have to do all this. I mean it's a normal Friday evening. What is all this for?"

"Okay look." He stopped and took both of your hands in his. His thumbs slowly stroked the back of your hands.

"I know that you've been busy as hell the last couple of weeks. I feel it the way you are asleep almost every day when I come home. And how you have no motivation or energy on the weekends. So since today is Valentine's Day-"

Oh shit.

He was right. Today was Valentine's Day. You absolutely forgot! Your heart sank and so did your eyes. You were ashamed for the way you neglected him the past weeks and the way he put it in perspective for you now. The sting in your chest hurt and you didn't dare to look at him.

"No don't you dare my sweet angel." You felt his fingers at your chin, slightly tilting it upwards to make you look into his eyes.

"I love you and I want to do anything I can to help you take the load off of your shoulders. You shouldn't feel bad for having a stressful time. Remember me when we prepare for touring? I know how hard it is. And how you are always there for me. So let me do this for you. I swear I love seeing you smile about things that I did. It's an immense boost for my ego you know."

He ended his little monologue with a wink and a playful smile. All you could do was listen and feeling yourself so full of love for this man in front of you. You didn't know how on earth you deserved him.

He squeezed your hands briefly before releasing them. His hands grabbed something from inside his Jacket and handed it to you.

You looked at the item in your hands. It was a black square box with a small satin bow sitting on top. You couldn't wait to see what's inside but you wanted his approval to open in right here in the car. You looked back up at him and he gave you a slight nod.

With your pointer finger and thumb you pulled on one side of the bow and let it fall down in your lap. Slowly you opened the box and let out a silent gasp.

"Jakey..." you whispered and he laid his hand on your thigh.

Inside the box was a pair of beautiful silver earrings. They looked like little swords and had some kind of rhinestone in the middle of the handle.

You began to smile and looked back up at Jake. "They are beautiful, oh my god.." He smiled with you, glad that you liked them as much as he did.

"So.." he started as he began to put away strands of your hair so he could change your earrings. "I think you might know for what these stand."

Of course you knew.

"Starcatcher." You smiled and he nodded.

"Exactly. I thought that when you eventually join us on our next concert, you might as well want to match."

He finished changing your jewelry and looked you up and down.

"Stunning." He said and patted himself on the shoulder; proud that he found something so fitting for you.

You couldn't help but laugh. That was his way of showing you his love, but also playing it down like he was a shy school boy.

His eyes had a spark to them and they seemed to enchant everybody within reach. But right now, right here, they were sparkling just for you. You held your arms out and he immediately leaned in, returning the hug.

"Thank you Jake. I love them. And I love you." You nestled your head into the crook of his neck, the cold silver of the little daggers on your ear sending shivers down your spine.

You breathed in his cologne, mixed with the smell of hair conditioner you both shared. The love you felt for him filled your head and heart.

When you ended the hug his hands were at your shoulders and he looked you in the eyes. "I think we should get going now." He quickly placed a kiss to your forehead before he turned to get out of the car.

You smiled to yourself and opened the passenger door.

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"Yes, I found you guys. Reservation for 8pm on the Name Kiszka right?" the Lady at the reception had a friendly smile and her hair was colored in a soft purple.

Jake nodded and gave her the number of your shoe sizes. She turned around and searched for them before returning to the desk. In the meantime you let your eyes wander over the many bowling alleys. The light was dimmed and the air kind of thick.

It wasn't too full, maybe three or four alleys still unused. You smiled to yourself. It has been a while since the last time you went bowling.

The lady returned to the desk and handed you the shoes. "Thank you and have fun you guys." She smiled polite as she let her eyes fall back to the monitor in front of her.

"I love your hair, it really suits you." You said and smiled at her. She immediately looked back up and raised her eyebrows in surprise. You caught her offguard by the way it took a moment for her to react to your words.

Her face began to visibly light up and her hand flew to the strand of hair that was hanging loose from the messy bun. "Oh my god thank you so much!"

You felt your heart grew big in your chest. That was exactly why you started to give other people compliments. It was your mission to make the people around you feel good about themselves.

Nowadays, those words slipped easily out of your mouth. But that wasn't the case right before you've met Jake.

From your childhood on, you were surrounded by nothing but egoism. Your parents, your siblings; everyone put themselves first without thinking about how others might feel. In the end all they did was hurt themselves and the people around.

Everything inside of your body was rebelling against this behaviour they showed you. So you wanted to change. It was a hard battle, especially when you still lived with them.

When you moved out of your parents house and in your own flat, that was the turning point for you and your life. Finally, after years, you've felt at peace. Not only with yourself but also with your parents. It was in your hands when you wanted to see them. And that was almost never the case.

While you were working in that little music shop in Nashville you've met Jake. He was there almost every weekend renting out a huge variety of guitars and basses. Jake always wanted to talk to you, even though he almost never had enough time to do so.

And when you weren't there, he let your coworkers give you little handwritten notes with questions or random stuff that were going through his brain.

He never failed to make you smile.

You felt Jake's hand in yours and he patiently smiled at you before he led you to your designated bowling alley.

„I love the way you're always in your head after giving away compliments to strangers." Jake said with a soft voice.

You looked at him while he smiled to himself. „Stalker!" you laughed and softly shoved him.

When you arrived at your Bowling Lane for the night, Jake typed in your names in the little computer. You sat down and looked at the drinks menu, deciding that a little alcohol would be the right perfect way to go.

Shortly after Jake was done, the waiter came and you ordered for the both of you, knowing exactly what he would want to drink.

"Ready to get destroyed?" Jake asked and wiggled his eyebrows with a devilish smile.

"Uuh cocky." You smiled and got up from your seat. "Let's hit it."

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„I absolutely destroyed you there you know that?" the satisfaction of winning against Jake made your cheeks hot and your heart pumping in your chest.

„I'm never going again! It's not fair how good you are!" he playfully whined and slowed down in his steps.

You didn't notice as you kept walking to your car. You felt so happy, this whole evening making up all the stress from the last couple of weeks.

Your slightly drunk mind was still singing that one song that the bowling center played in the background and you started dancing on the sidewalk. You hummed the melody of the song and let your arms sway from side to side. As you turned around while dancing you caught Jake standing still with his phone pointed at you.

He sheepishly smiled at you and stored it in his back pocket before making his way to you. As he came closer, you tilted your head up and put your hands on your hips.

„Did you just film me?" you said and squinted your eyes at him.

Jake came to a stop, just millimeters from your body and you could feel his breath on your skin.

„I wanted to keep this as a memory." he whispered and put his hands around your shoulders.

You smiled and layed your head on his chest, his heart producing a steady beat. „Oh Jakey... thank you so much for tonight" you sighed and closed your eyes.

„Not for this Angel." Jake smiled and softly kissed your head.

When you released yourself from the hug, he let one arm laying around your shoulder as you continued your way to the car.

„Oh did I tell you about how I absolutely ended your bowling career?" you started again and the vibrations of his laughter shook both of your bodies.

„You're going to hold that against me forever, aren't you?" he said while smiling down at you.

„Oh absolutely I will."

#greta van fleet #gvf #jake kiszka #jake gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #date night #greta van fleet fan fic #greta valentines

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azures-bazar · 1 year

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Hey was just wondering if you could do an Arthur x reader and Arthur being in the saloon and his wife is also there and the guys he’s with are teasing him about how single he is and Arthur’s like bet I can get the girl to leave with me and there like there is no way in hell that woman would leave with you but she’s his wife and Arthur downs his drink and walks up to his wife like hello gorgeous, how would you like to ride home on a real cowboy I got a six pack of cold ones and my roomie is out all night so you can scream my name as loud as you need to sugar and they walk out together and everyone’s gobs smacked and the readers like will you just stop and tell people I’m your wife and Arthur’s like nah I love the surprise on there faces when the see a beautiful woman like you wants to date me plz

Lonesome Pretty Boy

Hello there anon, and thank you for this request ! I wrote this shot by night (again), please don’t mind my awful mistakes ! I loved the plot btw !

I hope you'll like it ! I kinda struggled with the teasing lol

Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader

Word count : 2.6k

Short summary : Sometimes, Arthur likes impressing folks around him, not usually being able to score with women. But tonight, this woman is you.

A/Note : set relationship - Arthur is married to Reader

Tags : chapter 2, Arthur being flirty af, Roger Clark’s intimate voice lines with horses inspiration, teasing, cute nicknames

Oh, finally ! Dutch had finally decided to give Arthur some sort of day off for him to relax ! Morgan did not get the chance to have a break for weeks, and Sean’s rescue party was just a very quick glimpse of what some rest and carelessness could feel like. Just a day off, away from the rest of the gang, away from chores, away from endless requests from Strauss or Grimshaw, from Swanson’s drunkenness, Uncle’s complaints about his lumbago… or Sean’s overall presence. Just one day off felt like an entire holiday for Arthur. You two headed to Smithfield’s saloon in Valentine, Arthur wanted to be with you, to enjoy his rare free time by your side. You had even chosen your best gown for this occasion !

You had been a member of the gang for a long while already. It felt like ages, especially since you could remember welcoming a teenage Mary-Beth and lend her your old clothes. Arthur’s relationship with had always been quite peculiar, to say the least. He had displayed evident signs of attraction since the very first day you stepped foot in camp, with Dutch firmly holding you by the shoulders. He had stumbled upon you as you were on your way to a prison, while a couple of "old rich degenerates", as he called them, were begging the sheriff to hang you. The cause of their complaints ? Ten dollars you had stolen from that old man’s pocket to buy yourself some food after not being able to eat anything but grass for days. Living in the streets was no easy thing, especially when you were a young woman at the mercy of these men surrounding you, whether they were good or bad.

Arthur had welcomed you wide-open arms, offering you one of his old mattresses and blankets for you not to be cold. He had willingly asked Dutch to watch over you and had spent a few weeks taking care of your wellbeing. He had watched you swallow Pearson’s stew in one go after starving for days, drink gallons of coffee, caress the new clothes Grimshaw had given you, enjoying its soft fabric after being mostly used to torn jeans and dirty shirts.

"It’s for me ?" you had asked

"Of course, dear." Grimshaw had chuckled. "We can get you more clothes if you like, I just need to tell Dutch."

"No, that's alright."

What made Arthur fall for you was most certainly the way you held yourself and your beautiful facial features he could not help but gaze at for endless minutes. He was not good at expressing his feelings, feeling awkward most of the time. But, after a few months, you felt like the two of you had known each other for years. A few kisses and many wild nights in bed after his very first move towards you, Arthur had proposed to you under a large oak tree… and you would have been a fool to say no to these beautiful puppy eyes and soft smile.

You had been married for months already, the gang was aware of it. People did not ask about what you were doing when Arthur’s tent flaps were closed, or why the two of you would not get straight back to camp after a successful robbery. You had been with Dutch during the Blackwater Ferry Heist and had nearly died while escaping the city, which led Arthur to become even more protective towards you, being awfully traumatised after watching you bleed from your numerous wounds. This was mostly why he wanted you to go to the saloon with him. He wanted to have you nearby, close enough for him to feel alright, to be sure you were safe.

"Take a seat, sweetheart." Arthur told you as you two walking into the saloon. "I’m gonna get us something to drink."

You sat at a nearby table while Arthur went to the counter to order some whiskey for the two of you, one shot for him, and a bottle to share with you. Three fellers were talking about women beside him, he found himself listening to their conversation. One of them was married and was proud enough to boast about it, while the other two kept lamenting on the overall absence of women in their lives. Indeed, after spotting Arthur so close to them, waiting alone at the counter for his whiskey, they quickly reacted.

"Hey you, pretty boy." one of them said

Arthur lifted his head up, glancing at these three men near him, frowning a little. He absolutely hated being called pretty boy, you were mostly the only person who could call him such… without him grumbling about it. Whenever you would mention his handsomeness, Arthur would quickly blush and attempt hiding his face by tilting his hat forward for you not to spot his reaction… and this was probably the most adorable thing he would do on a daily basis, along with smiling at you when you were getting dressed.

"Yeah, you, cowboy." that same man restarted. "No woman by your arm tonight ?"

"That ain't your business, partner." Arthur answered with a smirk

"Can’t be easy to be a lonesome pretty boy, ain’t it ?" the married man laughed. "With all these women around..."

"Them women are too great for a dusty cowboy." another one laughed. "You ain’t gonna get a nice catch tonight."

What this man told Arthur almost felt challenging, if not rather funny. He did not mind them telling him about all the dust covering him… it was somewhat true. Despite having washed himself earlier this evening, the ride to Valentine’s saloon did not help him staying clean, especially considering its muddy streets. Arthur approached these men while placing his hands on his gun belt. He was a few inches taller than them, but they did not mind.

"I’d get all ‘em women on a plate if I wanted." one of them smiled. "All of them."

"That’s why you still ain’t got a wife, Henry." the married man sighed

"Ain’t you a smart one, feller." Arthur sighed, patting so-called Henry’s shoulder. "Go get your chance with a prostitute, maybe you won’t finish your night alone."

"I bet you’ll do the same. Prostitutes are a better catch than a nice woman for a man like you."

Arthur’s eyes widened as he quickly glanced around, noticing you were still reading your book. He could remember Hosea offering it to you following Sean’s party, you could not take your eyes away from it. He laughed a little as these men started joking around, still not feeling comfortable about them teasing him. He looked at his whiskey-filled glass and sighed, turning his head back to those three men, ready to prove them wrong by getting a nice catch tonight.

"Well, ‘bet I can get that girl right here." Arthur said, pointing toward you

"That one ?" the married man asked, looking at you. "With the nice gown ?"

"No way." Henry laughed. "Look at her, she’s dressed so well ! She’s too good for you, you’re just a dusty cowboy."

"Let’s see that."

Arthur gulped down his whiskey in one go, carefully taking two glasses and another bottle to your table while smirking at the group of men nearby. It felt like a challenge, something fun to do. He could still hear them talk behind him, mostly excited and amazed by this sudden courage Arthur displayed. Had it been with another woman, Arthur would have remained alone all night long.

"Hello there gorgeous." he said in the most flirtatious way

"Arthur ?" you turned your head up as you noticed him leaning on one of the wooden columns near the table

"Would you like some whiskey ?"

"Sure."

Arthur did not dare sitting next to you, feeling that these three fellers laughing at the counter would spot his sham. One single mistake and this scam would be over. He handled you the glass, causing you to rise from your seat and stand beside him, gently placing your small book inside your leather satchel Pearson had crafted for you. Arthur kept smiling, tilting his hat a little as you blushed. He had never been this confident with you, despite the two of you were married for a while already !

"Ain’t you such a beauty, m’lady."

"Arthur, what’s going on ?"

"It’s a shame to see you alone tonight."

You raised your eyebrows, felling quite confused by his peculiar speech and overall attitude. You had known Arthur for a while to get to understand his psychology and flaws, noting his self-hate and disgust towards his appearance which was, for a vast majority of people, absolutely amazing. Everyone you met, aside from people who owed money to Strauss and who got beaten up by Arthur, for instance, genuinely thought he was a very handsome man, healthy and well-built, with a rather friendly face. Arthur never felt confident enough with anyone, and the night he had asked you out to propose to you almost felt like a miracle.

"Why are you acting like this ?" you asked. "Just… sit down, you’re making me nervous."

"Well, Miss, would you like a ride on a real cowboy ?" Arthur said, pouring some whiskey in your glass while looking straight into your eyes

"What ?"

"I've got a large box filled with cold beers at home, you know."

"Sorry ?"

Your eyes widened as you did not understand what was going on, and why Arthur was behaving the way he did. Riding on a cowboy ? What did he try to asl you ? You spent a few seconds trying to process the meaning of his sentence as Arthur bent over your shoulder and gently bit your earlobe, causing you to shiver. His breath so close to your skin made you feel great, but the way he just came to you like this was quite suspicious. Just like Jack behaving like an angel with Abigail in order to hide the truth after messing around, Arthur’s overall attitude at the moment made you feel like he was hiding something.

"Oh, and my housemate is out all night…" he whispered so intimately, causing you to smile a little, and leading men to suddenly stop talking

"Arthur." you chuckled. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

"Don’t worry, you’ll be able to scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar."

You chuckled louder after taking a sip of your whiskey. Arthur had tried many nicknames with you, but both "sugar" and "gorgeous" were the ones he had never used. In fact, Arthur mostly called you sweetheart or dove, believing these sweet nicknames were suiting you enough for him to nearly forget your real name at some point.

"So, gonna let me take home home ?" Arthur smirked.

"We’ve only been here for a few minutes !"

"This ain’t a place for us… we better go."

"But…-"

"Let’s go, sugar."

You gasped as you barely had time to place your empty glass on the table while Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the saloon while passing by the three men he had encountered that same night, looking at him with wide-open eyes. Their’s jaws dropped as they saw how beautiful you were, so gentle-looking under his large arm. Who would have thought you would be willing to go with him ? Common people did not know about the two of being actually married.

"And you said he’s just a dusty cowboy." one of them told Henry

"Damn it." the latter grumbled, swallowing his beer in one go

Arthur gently opened the saloon’s door to allow you to walk outside, you went downstairs, closer to his horse as you felt like you were about to get into an argument. This was his quiet evening, you knew Dutch would not allow him going out by night again, purposefully keeping him around on guard duty while you would be doing chores with the rest of the girls.

"What the hell was that ?" you grumbled, crossing your arms on your chest. "We barely had time to sit and enjoy our whiskey !"

"Sorry, err, ‘em men were teasin’, I told ‘em I was gonna get you."

"Gonna get me ? I’m your wife, damn it ! You already have me !"

You wanted to slap Arthur for his sudden lack of consideration towards your relationship but quickly avoided raising a hand towards his face by taking your book out and storing it in the horse’s satchel, not even bothering to look at Arthur. You hated when he was playing foolish games and your rather angry face led him to come closer to you, his hands behind his back.

"I’m sorry, darlin’." he sighed, genuinely sorry. "I… I just wanted ‘em fellers to see that even dusty cowboys can get women they want."

"You saw their reactions, right ? Tell them the truth."

"No, no. I ain’t gonna do that."

You turned back to look at Arthur who was smiling, despite begging you to forgive him for his foolish mistake of not telling these men the truth about himself right away. Arthur tilted his head a little, sending you one of his most pleading looks he usually gave you when he knew he had done something wrong.

"Will you just stop behaving like a kid ?" you snarled. "Now, you get back inside and tell them I’m your wife."

"Nah !" Arthur laughed. "I loved that surprise on ‘em faces when they saw that a beautiful woman like you is willin’ to go out with me."

"If you don’t tell them, I will."

"Don’t."

You really wanted to walk back inside the saloon to explain these three men that Arthur had lured them into a very believable lie, pretending that you were just a random stranger while being is actual wife. His blooming smile made you forget about your desire to get inside and break down his lie, his pleading look did not help one bit either !

"Please, Y/N ?" Arthur asked

"Fine." you groaned. "Now that we’re out of the saloon, what do we do ?"

"Well…"

Arthur moved slightly closer, gently placing his large hands on your corseted waist, causing you to blush unexpectedly. You were still somewhat mad at him for lying the way he did, but did not care much anymore. Whenever your eyes would meet his, you would be quick to forget about his flaws and crimes, mostly focusing on the positive aspects of your relationship.

"I can still get a large box of cold beers." Arthur smiled, giving you his eternal puppy glance. "And… since I don’t have any housemate, I believe a night at the hotel would be a great deal before comin’ back to camp tomorrow morning. Don’t you think ?"

"You’re hopeless, really." you sighed, unable to say no

"Ain’t that why you love me ?"

"Yeah…"

You loved him for who he was, but his childish side would always make you chuckle. In fact, you could not resist him at all, no matter what he was doing or how he was doing it. Arthur was everything to you and you knew that, despite this nice moment at the saloon being cut short by his rather boyish behaviour, you were going to spend a wonderful and probably sleepless night with him, going wild in one of the hotel’s bedrooms. Neither you nor him would look fresh tomorrow on guard duty, but did this matter ? You were about to spend a wonderful night without feeling the need to worry about the gang. The rest of the world did no longer matter as long as you would be with Arthur, husband or not. This night was going to be great, and you would probably laugh about it someday.

"Let’s go, Mrs. Morgan." Arthur smiled as you headed to the hotel

"I can still scream your name as loud as I need ?"

"You sure can. I even hope you will."

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #chapter 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #azurestales #cute nicknames #you're a beautiful lady with a lonesome pretty boah #mrs morgan #my gifs

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mimikittysblog · 1 year

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Lazy Valentine's Date with TXT

Pairing: TXT x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: How would TXT spend their valentines with their significant other when one of them or both are feeling a little bit lazy?

Word Count: 1,8k words

A/N: Hi everyone! Happy Valentine’s Day! Whether you’re single or have a significant other, I hope you’ll still have a wonderful day filled with love from the people you love! Anyways I hope you enjoy this imagine I made. This is actually a re-upload of an imagine I made for instagram before I moved to tumblr. I wrote it as just a casual lazy date but changed it up or I guess I just added some Valentine’s Day elements to fit this holiday. Still hope you like it! Please give me some feedback by replying or reblogging! Thank you! Once again! Happy Valentines!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Soobin

You and Soobin being quite the introverts found going out for a date after a very long week to be quite exhausting. So the both of you for this Valentine’s planned a stay in lazy date in the comfort of your own shared apartment. “Wanna just stay here be potatoes and not do anything for valentines?” Soobin asked you that morning with a cheeky bunny smile. You’ve never nodded so enthusiastically before in your life!

In the living room, you have a set of extra pillows and blankets (Kinda made a small yet very comfy fort) with an order of take out and iced coffees + extra snacks on the way and an array of movies and animes to marathon watch. “How could this be any more perfect?” You thought to yourself while smiling at the set up you’ve created.

“Oh baaabyy~~” Soobin called over for you, holding up two pairs of matching sweats and hoodies. Right then and there you realized, THATS how things could be more perfect! (In addition he purposely gave the biggest size for you). As planned you two spent the whole day and night cuddling while watching countless movies and animes. Munching and sipping on drinks and snacks plus the takeout. Then it ends wonderfully with the two of you snuggled up and sleeping on the couch.

Before you dozed off though, Soobin gave you a sweet and loving kiss on the top of your head. “I love you darling” he whispered. “I love you too Soobinnie” you whispered back with a wide smile. For the last time tonight you really thought to yourself “This couldn’t be a more perfect Valentine’s Day”

YeonJun

You and YeonJun had planned a picnic for this years Valentine’s Day but unfortunately the weather had different plans. YeonJun was peeking out the window from the kitchen with a soft pout. "I don't think it's going to stop soon..." He sighed and sat back down in front of your frowning self that’s when you got an idea. "We can still have the picnic! It’ll just be inside! And we can even cuddle up and take a nap right after!" You exclaimed with a smile. YeonJun blinked at you in surprised then smiled at the idea, “My pretty love is such a genius!” He exclaimed then quickly got to work.

So the both of you set up a picnic blanket in the middle of the living room and placing all sorts of foods and drinks you both made together and had planned to bring with you on top of it. Then once everything was set up for the next a couple of hours you talked, laughed and ate. Also had a little debate of who should have the last piece of food. The room filled with whines, giggles and “No! You!”’s. It finally ended when you just shoved the food in his mouth, with him whining with his adorable pout and promising to give you the last piece next time.

Cuddling for a bit more, you continued to talk about everything and anything completely forgetting about the time ticking and the world outside your home. It was only until you both got sleepy that you both decided to clean up and go cuddle in layers of blankets with mountains of pillows and nap.

The rain still has not lighten up. Raindrops were hitting the bedroom window softly. Eyes started becoming heavy and you started to drifted off not but not without you hearing a soft "I love you, Baby. Happy Valentine’s Day" from YeonJun that followed with a sweet kiss. He followed it by singing you a sweet song to help cap off an amazing Valentine’s.

Beomgyu

After a long week, miraculously Beomgyu has been worn out and has gone silent. However still being as caring as he is, he wanted to do something with you for this Valentine’s Day. However since you didn’t want to wear out your sweet boyfriend anymore than he already is, you both decided to have a date inside the house, barely doing anything and just be together.

So you two have been cuddling on the couch mindlessly talking about anything that comes to mind while also scrolling through different shows that might be interesting for a good couple of hours and eating a heart shaped pizza that was available for this time of year. While it was a bit boring at first, being in each other’s arms was still very comforting and you two enjoyed each other’s presences very much. Then an idea came to mind to make this day a bit more interesting and might even be a pretty good Valentine’s Day gift for him.

“Hey, why don’t you teach me a bit on how to play your favorite video game and we can play together.” You offered him. The boy was too stunned to speak, he wasn’t really expecting that. “Really?!” He exclaimed, excited at the thought of his partner being intrigued and taking time to learn his interests. “Yeah! I wanna bond and have fun with my boyfriend of course!”

In the speed of light, he gave you a big SMOOCH being incredibly happy. That won’t last long though, as after teaching you and playing just a couple of rounds, it has come to the attention of both of you, that you are somehow a natural gamer and has gotten better scores than him each time. Boy got seriously grumpy.

However it was nothing some extra kisses, cuddles, affirming words that he is the best player ever and “I love you”’s couldn’t fix . Plus a promise that he would win the next round. Although he was genuinely very happy that you two now have something else to bond over and happy you gave his interests a chance, he couldn’t have asked for a better Valentine’s Day gift. When the day finally came to an end the boy wasn’t so silent anymore.

Taehyun

For Valentine’s Day, Taehyun planned to take you out the movies, the arcade and a nice restaurant for dinner, he really wanted to go all out this year. However when he saw how late you got home that night and how exhausted you were, he realized you most likely didn't really want to go out at all and exert anymore energy for the next day (maybe even for the next couple of days). So the next morning he let you sleep in as he cooked a late brunch for you then walked to the bedroom with the tray of said brunch.

Setting it down on the bedside table he softly whispered, "Sweetheart, wake up baby. You have to eat now and I have a surprise for you!" You whined but sat up byway once you smelled the food, which made him chuckle. Once you opened your eyes, you were at awe at how good the food looked, followed by feeling your heart melt at the sweet gesture from your boyfriend. “Happy Valentine’s Day love! Enjoy!” He told you as you thanked him and ate the food happily. He even occasionally fed you.

Once you were done with your food he brought you out to the living where the couch was covered with fluffy blankets and the coffee table had so much of your favorite snacks and drinks on it. The tv had Netflix already on, ready for you to select a show or a movie. And for some extra flare he also hung up some light valentine’s decorations and adorable fairy lights. You gasped in excitement and gratitude “Tyun! This is amazing!! Oh thank you!!" You then flopped onto the couch and cuddled yourself into one of the blankets.

Taehyun smiled at your cuteness as he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I originally planned on taking you out to the movies along with some other things, But.. I noticed you were exhausted from such a tiring week. So I decided that we have a movie marathon here instead." he explained with a smile as he looked at you with so much love and care. You pouted at his words, thinking of how much a wonderful boyfriend he is. You pulled him in a sweet kiss and kissed his cheeks as well. "Tyunnie! You're so sweet!! I love you so much! Thank you! Really! I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect date and boyfriend. Happy Valentine’s Day" He laughed as you kept rewarding him with kisses. He giggled out, "Anything for you my beautiful partner! Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you beyond words.” While he couldn’t execute his original plan this Valentine’s he was thankfully still able to go all out.

HueningKai

After what felt like forever you two finally had a day to where you could do anything together. What’s even better was that day happened to land one Valentine’s Day! The problem was... You both were kinda worn out and quite lazy to leave the comfort of your shared bed filled with soft and cuddly plushies. After an hour of you two being awake and just snuggled into each other in silence you piped up. "Should we go out today? To spend Valentine’s Day maybe?" After a moment of silence, Kai just gave a very disapproving noise as he just cuddled into you tighter.

“Let's just stay like this the whole day! Order food or something, it's too warm to leave... And who said you have to go out for Valentine’s Day hmm? We can spend it here! …Unless you really want to go out! Then of course we can go." He mumbled as he nuzzled into your neck. You giggled loudly, knowing your boyfriend must’ve been worried he could have upset you with his response as to why he uttered that last statement. When truthfully you couldn't have been happier with that answer. So you hummed and nodded in agreement and snuggled closer to him. “I think thats a wonderful idea.”

So for the next hours you two just cuddled , softly talking about things that happened through your busy schedules and giggling at random jokes. You two then decided to order some food. Then like you two agreed upon, you ate in bed while watching a movie on Kai's laptop, still snuggled up with the abundance of blankets. Of course his plushies watched with you. Though Kai had to cover their eyes during some not so very “plushie appropriate” scenes, according to him. Even though it was just some light kissing from some of the characters.

Once finished with your food, you cleaned up after yourselves then resumed your snuggle session. As the both of you drift off to sleep Kai whispers, "I'm so lucky to have you lovey. Thank you for the wonderful Valentine’s date, Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you" and a soft peck was then placed upon your lips. You then muttered a soft “Thank you too darling, and I love you too.” As you both then fell asleep with warm smiles and warm hearts surrounded by warm plushies.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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Lift-Me-Up

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: When a Valentine’s Day goes wrong but right at the same time.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: language, undertones of sex hehe, and graphics! Loads of graphics (only kissing tho so that’s PG-13)

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"...that arse."

"So let me get this straight," said Draco with whom you were speaking on the phone. Well, not speaking really; most of your words consisted plainly of a maudlin wail, while Draco made a putative attempt of comprehending you. Yet still, he was too forbearing to tell you that, and you, on the other hand, were far too shaken for that realization. "He left you a mere post-it on a rose. In front of your house. Saying that 'he's not ready for that kind of commitment'."

"Yes! On a fuckin' Valentine's Day," you added, feeling utterly contemptible about the fact that you were crying yourself into a pillow over a guy who could give less than an eye bat for you. Rather lamentably, your body was overreacting as well, a bizarre fist-sized lump forming in your throat and the chest heaving. "I could only wonder why I come across such guys. Is it bad luck? Or maybe there's something wrong-"

"There's nothing wrong with you," Draco butted in, preventing you from careening into a self-driven criticism. His tone was low and collected but, at the same time, you could make out a hint of pique. He hated when you bad-mouthed yourself in his presence, and you were keenly aware of that. "It's just that you are oblivious to what's in front of you."

"What do you mean?"

A sigh escaped from a speakerphone, and you could imagine that he shook his head upon your question. "Nevermind."

You waited a few jiffs for him to elaborate, but he remained silent. "All I mean is that I'd like to have a normal relationship - go on romantic dates, kiss, feed each other cheese. Like you and Pansy."

"You think that's what we do? Feed each other cheese?" You could basically feel his smirk next to your ear, and his voice was permeated with mockery. On a mental note, you appended to smack him the next time you two meet.

"Well, don't you?"

He made a skeptical sound, followed by a grunting one. "We ended things a couple of days ago."

Strangely, your heart made a couple of spins in your chest and relished the information with latent satisfaction. Or was it satisfaction? You weren't sure about that fact as much as for the startling reaction your body had decided to evince upon hearing his words.

One thing you were sure about, however, was that for a moment you were too dumbfounded to respond to that with a wholesome uplift of compassion.

Seemingly detecting your hesitance, he carried on. "It's nothing, really. We both decided that it'd be probably for the best if we, you know, split up. It wasn't going anywhere, and we thought to just stay friends."

"Oh..." was the only thing that managed to leak out of your mouth.

Say something! Anything! He was so understanding about your breakups, and the best compensation you can give him is a fucking 'oh'?

"Are you ok-"

"Yes!" you said quickly, hoping that it didn't sound as desperate as it did in your head. "I mean, I'm just so sorry about Pansy, Draco. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really." Another sigh tumbled from his lips, but it didn't appear eggy as you had expected it to be. Rather jaded.

A profound silence ensued between the two of you, and you pondered whether the upraised topic had made Draco feel reticent. You had known each other for longer than the depths of your memory could reach, but maybe it was too distressing, too fresh to talk that over.

Maybe he would open up about that one day. At least, you hoped so.

"Listen, I have to go for a moment. I'll talk to you soon, yeah?" he said after what seemed to be a brief rumination.

"Sure."

And with that, there was a click, and he was gone.

For quite a period, you just laid in the exact spot, staring at a weird, circular dot on the ceiling, thoroughly immersed in thoughts. With a painful admission, you had to say that Draco and Pansy seemed to make a perfect, consummate duo. Happily. Torridly.

But they have parted too. Why?

Perhaps a whole concept of a romantic relationship was just shitty. A shitty, shitty business.

You decided to stick to that assumption as you rolled over on your tummy and pulled out a 'Weekly Witch' magazine before flipping over the pages with a particular lethargy.

A quarter later, a knock came on the front door and, warily, you wondered who would find the worst of moments to bother you during your mid-breakdown stage.

You soon were faced with the answer when the door swung ajar, and no other than Draco Malfoy was standing on the front porch.

In the freaking tube socks, to top it all. And he looked singularly hot in them.

No one is supposed to look that hot in the tube socks.

Heck.

"Surprise!" he said, simultaneously raising a plastic bag that he was soundly clutching in his hand. A wide beam was spreading on his face.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" you asked, oscillating, although there was a certain cheerfulness raising in your chest. After a quick reflection, your gaze wandered over to the plastic bag. "And what's that?"

"Cheese." He dismissed your first question and, instead, opened the bag a little wider so you could see its contents.

Indeed, cheese. Two big-ass blocks of cheese.

At once, an amused smile washed over your features. You felt an odd urge to just sit on the floor and laugh at the whole weirdness of the situation.

Stepping aside from a doorway, you silently let Draco into a house. Tacitly, you took over the bag, which he passed on with a knowing grin, and while he settled himself on the countertop, you started cubing the cheese.

"Thank you for coming," you said finally, and in the peripherals, you could make out that he was staring the entire time. For a second, you ceased the cutting and gave him a once-over with a coy smile. "I don't know what I would have done without you." You paused for a moment but then remembered. "And, you know, your cheese."

He grinned. "My pleasure."

You sent him a thankful smile. Reaching to the top shelf, you attempted to get a grasp of a plate but only met with a great disappointment against your height. And as you were about to give up and go to fetch a chair, Draco's voice rang up again:

"Need some help?"

Without waiting for an answer, he moved so that he was towering over you from the back, his lissom fingers grabbing a plate with exceptional grace. You turned, inanely, towards him, your faces mere centimeters apart from each other. Your breath hitched at once; you weren't actually aware of the proximity that the two of you shared.

From here you could make out the scent of his cologne - pleasant sandalwood with a whisper of citrus. It suddenly felt intoxicating.

It wasn't like the two of you hadn't hugged before; indeed, you had. Plenty of times actually, losing hours of slumber on cuddling and late-night talking.

This time, however, it felt a tad different. Maybe because it was so unexpected, so unforeseen. Or maybe it happened right on Valentine's day and, subconsciously, the two of you were painfully mindful of that.

Either way, your position caught you by a great surprise, and not really sure of what to do, you gaped into his simmering eyes that traced circles on your face. You could swear your heart did a double backflip, and at that very moment, and your stomach imbued with butterflies that flittered rather fervidly whereas your mouth went dry.

And when Draco's eyes fell onto your lips, for a millisecond (but still), not quite able to resist a charm, you yanked him by the collar of his shirt to pull him down to kiss senselessly. For a moment, you were scared that he would push away, blatantly judging your mistake with a scathing sneer.

But none of that happened as he was desperately returning the kiss, his arms wrapping around you tightly, and his body aligning with yours. His fingers pressed into your back, inducing a surprised gasp from you and allowing him to kiss you deeper, his tongue slinking into your mouth and battling for dominance.

You gave in. His hair. His face. His jaw. You couldn't get enough of the touch of his skin, and your fingers were everywhere, every fiber of your body set ablaze. Your heart was pounding like a drum against your ribcage, and you were almost positive that so was Draco's because your fingers momentarily traveled to his chest, and you could detect an abnormal judder.

Draco released something resembling a groan - you weren't sure - when your fingers started tugging on the end of his strands and then gliding in line with his jawline. His large hands were cupping your face, possessively, pinning you between him and the shelves. He ducked his head, nibbling your earlobe, painstakingly kissing you down your neck. You stilled, and when he reached your clavicle, you threw your head back.

It happened so quickly when he grabbed you and lifted you off the floor, that an audible gasp escaped your mouth.

"Should we move that upstairs?" he asked then, grinning. His cheeks were flushed, his sliver orbs almost gone and replaced by dilated pupils, the connotation of lust in them.

You smiled. Even if you wanted to turn the offer down, it wouldn't have been achievable with him looking like that.

"Of course."

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Much later, after an indeterminable amount of time, you rolled off Draco after a number four, and for a long while you both just laid there, attempting to catch your breaths and return to your senses. Adrenaline and exhilaration were coursing through your veins.

There's an irresistible smile on your face as Draco drew his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer, and you laid your head on his bare chest with a small sigh. His fingers were drawing smooth circles on your exposed skin.

"No more," you warned with a light chuckle when you finally found your voice. "I can't feel my legs. Four times's absolutely enough."

He began to laugh. "For the first time," he adds, affectionately squeezing your arm.

For the first time...

Heretofore, you hadn't thought of that, really. Your heart jolted suddenly, and you jutted out your chin so that you could get a better sight of him. His eyes were already flickering on your face.

"Draco..." you started. "Do you think it was worth it? I mean..."

With your hand, you gestured the rest of the crumpled bed where your bodies were dangerously tangled in one another.

"Definitely." He raised his eyebrows, grinning widely.

You lowered your gaze and sighed. "All I mean is that I don't want to...you know, lose you."

His hand traveled over to your chin, his index finger lifting your head up so that you were forced to look him straight in the eyes. Then, he planted a chaste kiss on your nose. "And you're not going to," he said. "Y/N, if I haven't made this lucid, I want us to be... something more." He paused. "And don't be scared. We've always been close. We've always spent a lot of time together. So this wouldn't change anything. Besides that." He teasingly did your previous hand gesture, motioning at your naked bodies. Rolling your eyes, you slapped him on the arm. "Which would only widely enhance our life expectancy and, you know, mood. So I have no reason to complain."

Giggles erupted from your mouth, and Draco grinned at that but then continued a bit more earnestly. "And one more thing, of course, is that I'll tell you how much I love and adore you. Every single day. But that's all and otherwise, we can just go on as we always have."

"Sounds good to me," you said, snuggling under his chin with a satisfied smile.

And so Valentine's disaster turned into something exceptionally different for you. Something with a new beginning.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x y/n #draco Malfoy's cheese #cheese #sexy times with draco malfoy #Harry Potter #one-shot #draco malfoy #draco #x reader #let's say a very early present for valentine's #lol

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❤️Happy Valentine's Day!!!❤️I hope you have a wonderful night with your boyfriend!!!

You said that you were friends before. But if you don't mind to share how finally did you become a couple. How did he ask you to be together?

Aww thank you lovely we’ve had a nice evening thanks, we ate some good food and just had a chilled one and now he is snoring! I hope you’ve had a good day whether you’ve been celebrating or not ❤️ xxx

I don’t mind sharing but I’m gonna put the rest under the cut because I’m probably gonna overshare now as I’ve been quite emotional tonight I get that when I’m happy sometimes it’s silly 😭

TW: abusive relationship

I have known my bf for ages and we met through a mutual friend and became v good mates years ago. I never really saw him as bf material back then even though we just clicked but I was in a relationship at the time (a bad one which became very abusive and violent) My current bf was v supportive as I confided in him that I was unhappy even though he didn’t know the extent of what was going on until the end - in fact no one did as I hid it from everyone even my family for a long time

Anyway things got even more fucked up when I tried to leave my ex as he went full on psycho and threatened to kill me and my family and beat me up really badly. My ex went to prison (he got 2 years and is out now and living in another part of the country but I’m still scared even though I’ve not seen him since) Things were very dark for a while for me but my lovely bf who was still just a friend was there for me and we became even closer. I was so scared about getting into a relationship so held off for ages and then there was covid and eventually I was actually hooking up with one of his mates when my friend was like “what the fuck are you doing you’re an idiot, he’s obviously in love with you and has been for years” and I was like omg! I guess I knew but I was scared and my self confidence was absolute rock bottom. Anyway he admitted how he felt one night when we were both drunk and it just kind of developed from there. I can’t see myself with anyone else now and we are best friends and I love him loads. Sorry for telling you my life story you probably didn’t want to know all of that!

Also if anyone reading this is in a controlling or abusive relationship please be strong and seek help to get out - you got to believe in yourself and know you deserve better and never think it’s your fault. My messages are always open too ❤️

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Valentine’s Day and the computer is saved. The relief is not worth the anguish. Before going to the Apple Store, I demand the most punishing exercises in Pilates, hoping the panic will move from my mind to my obliques. Honestly it kind of works. Today the main instructor is away and a woman from Nova Scotia with a thousand ear cartilage piercings is standing in. She says her husband and her are beyond celebrating Valentine’s Day. She says she associates the date more with her dentist’s birthday. “I’ve had a lot of dental surgery”, she explains, adjusting my left foot on the reformer. She always asks if I’m okay with being touched, and I always say yes, but mean yes god PLEASE touch me, any part of me, I never get touched. I have been in a severe touch deficit since 2018. By the end of the class my core is trembling and it’s pleasant. I gift myself a bus ride into town instead of walking. I eat a disappointing soup in Pret A Manger and watch a crack addict steal as many falafel bowls as his threadbare ikea bag will accommodate. I watch teen girls drag their mothers into vintage clothing stores, and suited men in Uniqlo “fiancé vests” hurry back to the office, and a street performer balance on a tightrope tied to two pillars of a church, and tourists and guides

The Genius Bar is packed with hot people and their broken MacBooks. “I’m a Genius Bar 3”, I text C. He has been gloomy since being dumped, tells me that a group near him in the pub last night were discussing a woman who slashed her wrists with a broken bottle at the Henley regatta. A Genius approaches me and runs diagnostics on my music laptop. “It shows signs of life”, she says, “which is good news. What is your occupation?” When I tell her she says she loves Otto Dix. While she runs more tests she says she loves Caravaggio. She does not give a satisfying explanation for what happened to the computer, only that it was a freak occurrence. Tells me the computer is “crying out” for a software update. I make her stay with me while it updates, blocking my left ear while the hottest guy I’ve ever seen chews gum while waiting for his appointment. He is replaced by an Instagram model who tells her Genius she has a lot of readymade content that hasn’t been backed up. I pray, silently, that some of this content is for OnlyFans. My own computer updates, and I update my Universal Audio interface software, and I update my Chrome, and my Adobe Cloud, all at the Genius Bar table

On the bus home I watch a comedy clip with a guy saying “it’s better to be alone than in a bad relationship. I know this because nobody who’s alone is fantasising about being in a bad relationship”. A slept badly and we speak at 5pm, and during the call a man delivers the flowers that A ordered. They are so beautiful I almost become angry. They’re the kinds of flowers you buy when you’ve done something really really terrible and wish to make amends. I hate that I think in these terms, but I do. I read an advice column in the Guardian a few days ago, a man writing in to say he loves his wife but wants very badly to have an affair with his wife’s friend. They already kissed, he explains. He wonders whether he could find true happiness with this woman. The therapist answering the letter, who incidentally lives four doors down from me but who I never see, tells this man to think past the fantasy. “Imagine your daughter growing up and never trusting her partner because of what you did to her mother”, she writes. And it’s true - just because your father having an affair is a cliche, doesn’t mean it isn’t corrosive. Either you betray and exhaust yourself to “keep” a man, or stay away from all men because none can be “kept”. I digress. All this to say that I’m suspicious of gifts. Also on the call with A I mispronounce Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ guitarist John Frusciante’s last name, and A laughs at me and says it’s adorable and I cover my face with my hand to cry for exactly 40 seconds, mortified. This outsized sense of humiliation reminds me of when I was about 8, some cool boys approached me in the playground at school and asked me if I knew what a condom was. I said I did, and that it meant “boyfriend”. They made me the butt of every joke for what seemed like weeks after that, but it was probably just a few days. A leaves to go and work out with his childhood friends and I cry some more and smell my new flowers and back my computer the fuck up

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Since Thomas' outburst at the hospital, Rowan had been giving the other space, letting the other figure it out. Not like Rowan particularly was upset, his emotions were his own, and Thomas had his own, and if Thomas didn't actually love him back it was no big deal.

People were people and emotions were confusing, meaning sometimes you needed space to figure them out. Hence the lack of upset. He did wonder why Thomas seemed so distressed after the date with Nobu, it seemed like it had gone well? Not his business, and he wouldn't pry, Thomas or Nobu could tell him if they liked.

That being said, he did need to make for the festival, whether Thomas was still interested in him or not. And Valentine's Day seemed like the best choice to at least apologize in some way, and prove he did actually care. So, with Hera's help, Rowan planned to set up a nice, late, lunch. Including a few things he hoped would get his point across. Soon, valentine's rolled around, and it was time to get things rolling.

So late afternoon, early evening, Rowan showed up at Thomas' dorm, and for a moment felt his throat close up, what if Thomas still needed space? But swallowing it down, Rowan knocked. A few moments later, a surprised looking Thomas opened it. They stood there, awkward for a moment before Rowan spoke.

"I know things are awkward right now,"

"You could say that."

"But I'd like to at least treat you today."

Silence for a few moments, before Thomas broke it.

"You're asking me on a date."

"Yeah."

"I. Uh. Sure I guess?"

Both stood there awkwardly for a few moments, before Thomas went to go get his stuff on.

Soon enough, they arrived at a very familiar clearing, making Thomas jolt a bit at the sight.

"Rowan."

"Yeah?"

"Why the fuck did you bring me here? I'm not punching you in the face again."

The other just laughed a bit and motioned Thomas to stay there as he quickly retrieved the blanket, his guitar and a basket of snacks, before laying them out. And Thomas almost swore he saw a present box, a lighter, and sparklers in it before Rowan caught his attention again when the other spoke.

"I think I'd rather eat than fight if I'm honest."

"Honestly? Valid."

Thomas jokes and quickly joined Rowan on the blanket after it was set up. He was handed a container by the other teen, and upon opening it was met with fresh chocolate chip cookies, Making Thomas raise an eyebrow.

"Rowan, what is all this? This doesn't feel like you were intending on a normal date here."

"Correct, this is an apology."

"An apology? For what?"

"For forgetting a lot. Because I'll be real, I'm missing a lot from when Nyarlathotep was in my head, a lot of time that was just us. So I wanted to apologize for that."

He looked at Thomas, and those magenta, goat-like eyes almost seemed to paralyze Thomas.

"And, I want to make something clear. Even if I don't remember the festival or other things, I do remember our first date in its entirety, our brawls, and the conversations that followed."

Thomas swallowed hard, damn, this man knew just how to pray at his weak spots. All of this paired with his previous outburst and actions with Nobu made him feel worse.

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Why go through all this? Do this for me, when you know that I-"

"Went on a date with Orr'e? So what? You need time to sort yourself and your emotions out. It doesn't matter to me, I won't be hurt if you decide you'd rather be just friends, such is life."

Rowan shrugged.

"No, this is me apologizing for forgetting and causing you distress, showing that I do remember some other bits and value them, and most importantly, showing that I care about you Thomas regardless of your choices and feelings."

Rowan looked away, letting Thomas breathe. How. How did this person actually exist in Thomas' vicinity? The teen silently mulled over how his life had gotten to this point as the two of them munched on their snacks in silence. His thoughts were racing, and he only was jarred out of them when Rowan moved, pulling out the present Thomas thought he had spotted earlier.

"Here, open it."

It was handed over and Thomas hesitated a moment, not sure if he should. Eventually his curiosity won out and he popped the top off the box.

Resting inside on green cloth was a leather bracelet, a silver disk with a wolf engraved on it sitting proudly between the two straps. Carefully taking it out, Thomas put it on, the dying sun catching it in the right way to make the wolf almost wink at him.

"I don't… I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything then. You don't need to."

Thomas looked to his partner, noting that the same dying light seemed to ignite the other's hair into a crimson blaze, as Rowan fiddled with the lighter and some of the sparklers. Soon enough he had a few of them going, letting him and Thomas trace shapes and such in the air, it was nice.

And when the last few fizzled out, Rowan grabbed the guitar. A few strums later and the music was flowing, reminding Thomas of that first time back in the JW dorms.

"By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me

By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me…"

This one was a bit different of a tone to Vegas Skies, yes, but it still had that feel to it. And being brought back to that, made Thomas' cheeks heat up again. He was sure his body was out to get him for whatever reason. Maybe because Nyarlathotep was a shit caretaker.

"I'm not sure if it's love anymore

But I've been thinking of you fondly for sure

Remember what your heart is for.."

And wasn't that the crux of the issue. Let it go on record that Rowan knew his audience. That audience being Thomas, and Thomas alone. Because thinking about it, the expression on Rowan's face? He had only ever seen it when they were alone. When in the hospital with Nobu and Aurora, he hadn't seen that look when Rowan played for the group.

"And it's a good night

For a fist, a fist fight

Because the dew will temper your fall

You'll sing me lullabies in the form of your cat-calls…"

Maybe… maybe the emotions they felt, maybe they were real. Why would Nyarlathotep let them have moments like this? It didn't help his plan, it wasted time. Maybe he really did love the man beside him.

"By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me

By your hand is the only end I foresee

I have been dreaming, you've been dreaming about me…"

As the song faded, Thomas realized he had started to lean on Rowan, and now? He didn't want to move. So they didn't. Other songs were played, and when it was time to part, it was reluctant.

Standing in front of Val Prep, Thomas made his decision, grabbing Rowan's wrist, he pulled the other into a kiss. It was slow, and while there weren't any fireworks, it felt right.

Pulling apart, they lingered a moment longer before Rowan had to return to JW, and the song was right, the two definitely dreamt of the other that night.

#rowan and thomas #writing snippet #happy valentine's day

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mandoalorian · 2 years

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Fix A Heart

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader (a commission for the lovely @ezras-channel-rat!)

Warnings: lovesick Javier Peña, lots of yearning, tooth-rotting fluff, allusions to sex and Narcos related themes.

Word count: 6,000

Author’s note: Thank you for commissioning me to write this piece, @ezras-channel-rat, it was such a joy! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for always being so kind and caring, you really are such an amazing friend. Happy Valentine’s Day. <3

Remember reblogs are appreciated! I think I've been shadowbanned and my fics don't seem to get shown in tags anymore so a quick reblog would mean the world to me :)

The first thing that Javier noticed when he met you, was your kind eyes. In his field of work, everyone was mean, and they looked the part too. You had to have an air of ruthlessness about you, because this job was not an easy one. But your presence in the office was refreshing, like a breath of air on a crisp Spring morning, and he found himself drawn to you like he’d never been drawn to anyone before.

Not even Lorraine.

Maybe it was the floral scent of your shampoo that followed you around, or the way you treated everyone, even the sleazy CIA bosses, with such politeness and generosity. It was endearing, really. You were different – and you weren’t trying to stand out from the crowd, in fact, you often hated the attention – but Javier found you naturally enchanting.

Honestly, you had Javier acting in a way that he wasn’t exactly proud of. When he woke up in the morning, his first thought was you. It was always: How would you wear your hair today? What would you wear to work? A skirt, or that pantsuit you seemed to favour? Would you sit opposite him and Steve in the canteen for dinner, like usual, or would you disappear for an hour and come back with delicious, hot coffee for the Search Bloc boys? And the erratic thoughts – the way you consumed his mind at any given opportunity – didn’t change much by Javi’s bed time, either.

He’d be laying down and staring aimlessly at the ceiling, his musing’s about you racing a million miles per hour. He’d wonder if you were in bed yet, and whether or not you were an early bird or a night owl. He’d wonder what you ate for dinner; were you someone who could cook for the masses, or did you typically order take-out like he does? When he thought about your night routine, Javier let his imagination run wild. Vivid thoughts about you in the shower, or touching yourself under the covers. Javier could only wish he was there to show you how real pleasure felt.

And each day was the same— it was always you, you, you. His yearning grew stronger and stronger Javier knew he was reaching his breaking point.

Steve caught him staring at you from across the office, longingly, his dark chocolate eyes gazing in your direction. He was entranced by you. Steve cleared his throat, breaking Javier’s captivation.

“Have you even spoken to her?” Steve sighed, trying his hardest to suppress a teasing smirk. “In all my years of knowing you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so smitten.”

Annoyed, Javier took a deep breath and furrowed his eyebrows, transposing his body and making an attempt to concentrate on his paperwork.

“Now and again.” Javier muttered – but that was barely true. He had, however, overheard the intellectual discussions you often shared with your superiors, and he found the way you articulated yourself to be so damn sexy.

“Just ask her out already,” Steve rolled his eyes. “If you keep fawning over her like this, she’s going to catch on eventually. She’s a smart girl.”

That much was true. Javier could already feel the thumping in his head – the stress induced idea of actually having to approach you and say ‘hi’. It’s not that Javier lacked confidence or charisma, but when he first laid eyes on you, he swore that something in the universe shifted, because he became a different man. You were hardly even friends, but he could argue that you’d already changed him for the better.

He never much understood love, let alone believed in it. His parents were divorced, he saw the way Steve and Connie would argue and bicker all the time. Having something serious was simply never on the cards for Javi. He was fine with the flings and the one night stands, but your mere presence had him pining for more. Maybe a white suburban house with a picket fence and a little dog.

Javier’s own thoughts made him flinch slightly. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t who he was.

Or maybe it was the version of him he’d been repressing for all these years.

Javi’s silence spoke volumes, so Steve spoke up again.

“It’s Valentine’s day on Monday. Go home for the weekend, plan something nice for her,” Steve offered. “It’s the perfect opportunity.”

The fact Valentine’s day was just around the corner did feel predestined, and that didn’t go unnoticed by Javi.

“I don’t…” Javier fumbled nervously, placing two fingers onto his temples and rubbing them in circles as he made an attempt to gather his thoughts. “I’ve never really done anything for Valentine’s, I guess. Always viewed it as a corporate marketing scheme created by capitalists to profit on society’s relationships, and well, lack thereof.”

Steve’s smile dropped into a frown, unamusement written all over his face.

“Real dark, Javi.” Steve sighed, shaking his head incredulously. “You don’t have to do anything serious— hell, ya’ll ain’t even committed to each other, at least, not yet. Maybe just some chocolate and flowers. Chicks dig chocolate and flowers.”

“I don’t need you to tell me what chicks dig,” Javier chuckled, starting to feel somewhat settled with the idea. He was Javier Peña, he could pull any girl he wanted. But still, he couldn’t afford to mess this up. This was you, after all. Reaching over to grab the pack of cigarettes from his desk drawer, he stood up. “I’ll figure something out.”

Javi grabbed his jacket, pulling it over his shoulders. With an unlit cigarette balanced between his soft, pink lips, he signalled goodbye to Steve.

“‘Thanks for your help Steve, I don’t know what I’d do without you!’“ Steve called after the brown eyed agent, mimicking him slightly.

“Yeah, sure,” Javier scoffed, turning back to Steve. “You’re my hero, Murphy.”

One of Javi’s more toxic traits was thinking he could do anything and everything without any help. He couldn’t sleep that night, and as always, he was tossing and turning in bed, thinking about you, but this time, he was faced with a more pressing matter: how to seduce you.

He could take you to a bar and then walk you back to your place, invite himself in and finally get the chance to explore your body the way he’d desired – no. Javier stopped himself mid-thought, his cheeks flushing with heat. He almost felt disappointed in himself for even thinking of such a possibility. He wanted you so bad, but the first move had to be something special. Something unique and memorable. Something you could one day tell the grandkids about. – no. Not again. Javi’s mind was ruthless and he was thinking irrationally. Maybe he was overthinking. He explored all of his options, but none of them seemed good enough for someone as special as you.

He turned to face his alarm clock, the red numbers flashing and reading a frightful 3 a.m. and groaned out loud, burying his face into a pillow. He had to get some sleep.

He grabbed the TV remote from his bedside drawer and turned on his TV, a salesman that he somewhat recognised flashing up on screen. By the look of it, he was selling last minute V-day gifts. Diamond rings and pearl necklaces. Javi sighed, he’d barely held a conversation with you, how would he ever be able to guess the things you’d like?

“--And these Swarovski crystal earrings are sure to show your partner how loved they are, but what’s more perfect than pairing them with a traditional love letter to show sentiment and gratitude.” The salesman smirked before presenting a pink, heart etched letter writing set priced at a whopping 80 dollars. Javier squinted at the TV, thinking he must be lost in some kind of fever dream. 80 dollars for some scented pieces of paper and a fluffy red pen? He shut off the television set and pondered for a moment, feeling somewhat connected to the idea of the salesman.

A love letter.

Javier had spent so long worrying about approaching you in person… What if he could just write down his feelings? Would that be any better?

That’s when it hit him. Javier practically bolted out of bed and dived over to the desk in the corner of his bedroom. It was a small make-shift office he’d created so he could get paperwork done out of office hours. He tore out some lined paper from a notebook and grabbed the nearest pen. Now he just had to articulate his feelings into words.

Javi exhaled. He felt like the blankness of the paper was staring at him, intimidating him. Maybe he’d feel better once he jotted some thoughts down.

He started simple, journaling your name on the top of the page slowly and carefully, making it look as neat as possible. Javier was the type of person to scrawl in strictly block capitals and not care about misspellings, but if he was really doing this, he at least had to try.

I think you’re pretty.

Javi cringed and scribbled out the sentence, afraid he sounded like some desperate high schooler trying to score his very first girlfriend. All he had to do was be honest, right? He could do that…

I don’t really know what I’m doing, or how to start this, but I have some things I want to say and I’ve wanted to say them for a while now. I’m not normally one to back down from confrontation, and I’m usually fine at talking to new people, but with you… it’s different. And I don’t know why. I don’t know much, actually. All I know is that you make me feel things that I’ve never felt before.

Javi paused. Was he coming off too strong?

No, the point of this was to just come clean and write down the raw, unfiltered feelings he had for you. He had to at least do that.

I know you joined the DEA only recently, and I hope you’ve settled in… but there’s something I’ve noticed about you. You’re different from the others. Kind hearted and generous. Shit, I hope you don’t think I’m a creep. But – I like this about you, and I’m glad you’re on our team. No one really talks about it, but we need someone like you here.

I’ve never been a good guy, and I’m sure every CIA agent and woman in the department will be able to tell you about my reputation, but when I’m around you… I want to do better. Be better. Maybe it sounds pathetic, but I constantly find myself trying to grab your attention, praying you at least acknowledge me.

I wouldn’t even count on you knowing my name.

Anyways – I guess if you wanna find out who I am, you can meet me in the parking lot after hours. Let’s say… 8pm? I know it’s Valentine’s day and I’d like to take you out, maybe for a drink or dinner. Whatever you’d like best. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay too.

I guess I’m just a love sick fool.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Your secret admirer.

Javier dropped the pen on the desk and narrowed his eyes. He’d done it. He’d written the letter and actually, he didn’t hate it at all. He folded it over twice and put it in the pocket of his pants – the one’s he’d planned on wearing to work this coming Monday.

Javier yawned and smiled to himself with contentment. Now he could finally rest.

Javier managed to get some sleep that night, albeit a solid three hours. He woke up from the beams of golden sunlight seeping through the blinds.

Saturday morning was errand day; he had to do laundry and send off some things at the post office, but no matter what task was at hand, his every thought was consumed by you. He anticipated Valentine’s day because at least then, he could get some closure.

Meanwhile, you were spending your Saturday very differently to Javier.

You were sitting on the sofa nursing a glass of red wine, surrounded by the comfort of your five cats, when the phone began to ring – and you knew exactly who it was.

To no surprise of your own, it was your mother, groaning and gruelling about your current relationship status… or lack thereof. You’d been alone for a while now, at least since you moved to Colombia for work. Your job was a difficult one and honestly, not many people would be able to understand how time consuming it truly is. No one, apart from maybe someone who is in the same sector of work as you. And between the slimy CIA agents and the Carrillo’s Search Bloc guys, you didn’t really have many options. It was okay though, at least you supposed. You had moved to Colombia to work, not to find love, and that was what you’d tell your mother over and over again. But still, the quiet prospect of finding love and some dreamboat hunk whisking you away was more than a tolerable thought.

Your mom’s phone call was sure to be expected, especially during this time of the year. She seemed to get particularly antsy. Another year and still no grandkids. But you weren’t in a hurry. You’d had your fair share of heartbreaks and already been divorced once. You were convinced that this time, love would find you. You weren’t prepared to go out seeking it because, in your experience, that approach had never ended well.

So, you spent the weekend doing pretty much nothing, and awaiting the inevitable bitterness Valentine’s day would give you.

Little did you know, a few blocks away, Agent Javier Peña was working his ass off, trying to find last minute dinner reservations and thinking of a somewhat thoughtful gift for you. He was working his damn hardest to impress you, because in his mind, you only deserve the best of the best. You were worth your weight in gold.

On Monday the 14th of February, Javier made sure to get to the office earlier than everybody else. It was still dark outside, but thankfully, Noonan had entrusted keys to the DEA quarters to Javi and Steve, meaning technically, Javi could have 24/7 access to the office if he so wished. He turned on the artificial yellow lights that hung above everyone’s desk and reached into his jean clad pocket, taking out the love letter he’d written in the early hours of Saturday morning. His hands started to feel clammy as the nerves raced through him. This was actually happening, and Javier felt so apprehensive.

Nevertheless, he placed the folded up letter on your desk and padded over to his own desk. There was nothing much else to do now, apart from get a headstart on his paperwork and wait for his colleagues to begin filing into the office.

At 9 a.m., he caught you sauntering into the office, dressed casually for the day ahead. You yawned and rubbed your tired eyes before slumping down in your office chair and— that was it. That was the moment. Javier’s eyes followed your movements intricately as he watched with intent, analysing the way you picked up the love letter and read it.

You seemed to have stiffened up and looked somewhat in disbelief. Your fingers traced the scrawling of his handwriting as you read it not once, not twice, but three times.

It was the last part that had you stuck in a loop.

I guess if you wanna find out who I am, you can meet me in the parking lot after hours. Let’s say… 8pm? I know it’s Valentine’s day and I’d like to take you out, maybe for a drink or dinner. Whatever you’d like best. But if you don’t want to, that’s okay too.

I guess I’m just a love sick fool.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Your secret admirer.

Your heart was racing and every possibility hammered through your brain. You even couldn’t help but consider whether or not this was a practical joke – but why would any of the grown adults you worked with do such a thing? Most of them were married anyway. Your eyes darted around the office as you tried to work out who dropped the letter on your desk this morning. Carrillo was married to Lucia, so, despite his innocent flirtations, he had to be ruled out. Chris was married to Anna, Butch was married to Karina, Roger was engaged to Susan, Steve was with Connie and… your eyes fell on Javier Peña. He was, perhaps, the only singleton of the office, but you were certainly aware of his reputation and honestly, you figured there was more of a chance that a goldfish wrote you the letter, let alone him.

You shifted uncomfortably in your chair and turned away from the handsome agent. All you could do was get through the day and meet this secret admirer of yours in the parking lot, tonight.

The day dragged just as much for you, as it did for Javi. He worried – what if you didn’t show tonight in the parking lot? What if you had somehow figured out he was behind the letter and felt absolutely repulsed by the idea of him wanting to pursue you?

You disappeared again at lunch time, and kept busy during the rest of the day, focusing on Escobar’s many tax evasions and trying to trace his mishaps back to a single location. The whole office was buzzing, and even Steve felt as though he was inches away from finding a lead to Escobar. Javier would usually be right on the case too, his eagerness undeniable, but of course, his mind was elsewhere.

Now, you and your colleagues would usually leave the office at around 5 p.m., and Javier realised that may have caused an issue. If it was only you and him waiting alone in the office until 8 p.m., well, that would have essentially exposed Javi. But thankfully, due to the bustling of the case, agents were filing out of the office slower than usual and by 7:50 p.m., there were still a dozen working.

Javier stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Well guys, that’s me done for the evening. Good luck everyone and thanks for working so hard today.”

Everyone mumbled their farewell to Javier, apart from you, who hadn’t even noticed him leave. The clock was slowly approaching 8 p.m. and you felt yourself begin to grow anxious.

Javier was already waiting in the empty parking lot, and the sky was a velvety blue-black. The cool February air hung a chill over Javier’s head and so, while he waited, he lit a cigarette, hoping a couple of smokes would reduce his stress.

At 8 p.m. on the dot, you exited the office and made your way to the parking lot. It was freezing, and you rubbed your hands over your bare arms, wishing you’d brought a coat to work this morning. In the distance, leaning against a Chevy truck, you saw the silhouette of a man. Golden embers danced around as he seemed to be smoking a cigarette. As you approached him, you realised you could smell the tobacco before you could even pin who exactly he was.

It wasn’t until you were only inches away you realised it was Javier Peña. You exhaled quietly, feeling somewhat relieved, and tapped him on the back.

“Hey,” you said quietly, offering the agent a polite smile. But he jumped and flinched and his soft brown eyes grew wide, like he was astonished to see you. Honestly, he was surprised to see you, there was no telling if you’d even show. But you had. You were here. Standing before him, looking up at him with the prettiest doe-like eyes, and talking to him. “I thought you took off.” you admitted sheepishly before leaning against his truck, next to him.

You figured he was just having a cigarette before he left to go home. It made sense. Javier stood still, staring at you, and his mouth began to feel dry. He couldn’t find words.

You stood there in silence, peering around the still empty parking lot, trying to locate your secret admirer. Surely he hadn’t stood you up… maybe it was a practical joke after all.

You shivered uncomfortably, and Javi furrowed his eyebrows. “You’re cold?” he spoke up eventually. He offered you a cigarette but you refused, shaking your head. “Here,” Javi said, taking off his black leather jacket and swinginging it over your shoulders.

“But now you’ll be cold.” you frowned.

“I’ll be fine.” Javier promised, his hand lingering on your arm for just a second too long. Only a smile could illustrate your gratitude, and damn, Javi would give anything to be able to see that smile every day of his life.

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here,” you sighed, shuffling your feet across the gravel beneath you awkwardly. Javier pouted slightly in bewilderment but stayed quiet, wanting to hear what you had to say. “I’m waiting on someone, I think. Well it’s dumb actually. But this morning, when I got into work, someone left a love letter on my desk. It was signed for me and everything, and at the end, it was like ‘meet me in the parking lot at 8 p.m. if you want to find out who I am’. So here I am,” you checked the time on your wrist watch. “At 8:05 and still no sign of this mystery guy.”

“I–” Javier started but you cut him off.

“You know, the letter was actually really sweet. It was so authentic and, God, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. I feel like a little kid again, like I have this new and exciting crush on a guy who wrote me a love letter, and I don’t even know who it was,” you rambled. “Do you think that’s pathetic?” you sighed, but didn’t give Javi a chance to reply. “I just… it feels like something out of a fairytale. It’s new and exciting and I just…”

“...It was me,” Javier blurted out, and those were three words that for sure shut you up. You froze and looked up at the agent. “I wrote you the letter, I put it on your desk and… it was me. All of it.”

You took a step back from Javi, contemplating his words. “It was you?” you asked incredulously. Javier Peña was the playboy, he was the guy your female co-workers warned you to stay away from. There was just no way he’d written something so sentimental. You wanted to curse yourself for making such assumptions about him, because in all truth, there was no reason for him to lie about this.

“It was me,” Javier replied shyly as he tried to weigh up your reaction, but your face was unreadable. “Are you disappointed?”

Then your face softened and you shook your head, placing both of your hands on his biceps and holding him. “No, no, oh my gosh… no… not at all. I just didn’t pin you as the type of guy to–”

“--I get it.” Javier said, ducking his head down in shame. He was foolish to think that a girl like you would ever fall for a guy like him.

“Oh no Javi, that’s not at all what I meant,” you said softly, bringing the palms of your hands to his chest and resting them on there. You’d noticed that the pink button down shirt he’d chosen to don today was incredibly soft under your fingers, and you traced comforting circles into his torso. “I’m sorry,” you apologised. “I guess I’m just taken aback. I mean this is you. You’re you and I’m me and never in a million years did I think you’d have any kind of interest in someone like me.”

“I got you something.” Javi announced, drawing away from you and opening the passenger side seat of his car door.

Taking out a small parcel, Javier passed you the package awkwardly. It was wrapped in pale pink paper with glitter red hearts dotted around on the paper. You felt your cheeks heat up as you took it from him, your fingers brushing against his and a spike of electricity running through your veins. The wrapping was perfectly imperfect, and it warmed your heart more so than you’d care to admit. You figured that maybe Javier had never wrapped a gift in his entire life – judging by his skill (or lack thereof), but you weren’t one to judge.

“Oh Javi, you didn’t have to get me anything,” you said, biting your lip anxiously. “I didn’t get you anything. Hell, I didn't even expect to have a valentine this year.”

Javi scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the floor with anticipation. “I’ve never really done Valentines day,” he admitted sheepishly. “I uh– don’t really know if I’ve done the right thing but–”

You tore open the paper and your eyes widened when you saw what he’d gotten you. It was very traditional, but at the same time, so completely pure.

“Candy hearts.” you said out loud, smiling at the sentiment.

“Sugar free candy hearts,” Javier corrected and you raised your eyebrows. He pointed to your arm, where your diabetic medical ID had been tattooed. ��I noticed.”

You were speechless. “You– how did you– when did you—” you were so astounded by his perceptiveness. “This is so sweet and so thoughtful,” you smiled graciously. “Thank you, Javi.”

Javier nodded, already feeling at ease that you hadn’t yet been creeped out by him. His heart melted in his chest over the endearing shortening of his name that you’d given him.

“I got us dinner reservations but we don’t have to go, if you don’t want to.”

You were beaming. “You are such a gentleman, you know that?” you giggled. “But I uh– I don’t know how I feel about going to a bustling restaurant on Valentine’s day. I get a little anxious with big crowds, you know?”

“I get you,” Javi nodded. “Well uh, how about we go on a drive and we can grab take-out. Just chill. I’d love to learn more about you.”

Usually the thought of getting into a car so late at night with a man you’d barely spoken to would be a big NO, but these were different circumstances.

You slid into Javi’s car and belted yourself in.

Javier passed you his CD collection and urged you to pick one. When you settled on the Rumours album by Fleetwood Mac, you noticed the way Javier grinned excitedly.

“It’s my favourite album,” he explained.

“No shit, mine too!” you laughed.

Javi drove around town for a good 50 minutes, and watched you with so much adoration. You never really went out much at night, knowing just how dangerous Colombia could be. It simply wasn’t safe enough to be alone, but driving around with Javi… you felt safe. You felt protected, and that was a priceless emotion that no man had ever made you feel. You gazed out at the pretty lights that lit up the colourful streets. It was so wonderful.

You and Javi finally settled on grabbing a pizza, and he discovered that you both favoured an ultimate meat-feast over anything with veggies or fruit. You and Javi were more alike than you’d ever even considered, and so you both shared the pizza, feeding each other bites as you sat overlooking Medellin singing Fleetwood Mac.

He was funny too, he had a dry sense of humour but nevertheless, it made you buckle and laugh harder than you’d laughed in a long time. You were telling him stories of back home and he was listening to every single one carefully, fondly listening to the way you spoke of each detail and never wanting to forget.

The leftover pizza had gotten cold and was now discarded on the dashboard of Javi’s truck. Both of your seatbelts had been abandoned and now you were both closer than ever. You were giggling into his chest due to the immediate proximity being in his car. Javi wrapped his arm around you and twirled with the tips of your hair, relishing the way it felt between his fingers.

“Oh shoot,” you giggled. “Javi look, it’s past midnight, and we have work tomorrow.” Your tone was serious but then you could help but burst out into a fit of giggles again.

“Let me take you home.” Javi offered, placing his large hand over your thigh.

“Okay.” you giggled, adjusting yourself back into the passenger seat and buckling up.

Javi kept one hand on your thigh during the entire ride home, and honestly, a big part of you wished the night would never end.

Javier walked you right to your doorstep, hand-in-hand. Sure, he’d see you again at work in a few hours but still, he didn’t want to say goodbye. He’d had such a perfect night.

Normally, after dates, Javier would swindle himself into his one night stand’s apartment and fuck them until the early hours of the morning, and then proceed to never call them again – but he felt no reason to do that with you. At least, not yet. He wanted to savour every moment with you and get to know you, the real you. He wanted to take you out on dates and have movie nights with you. He wanted to learn about your family and what your ambitions were. He wanted to know everything about you, and he wanted to overshare. With you, he felt like he could be vulnerable. He felt like he had nothing to hide.

“I guess this is it,” You hummed, swaying your hips, your house keys jammed into your door. All it would take is a twist of the lock and you’d be inside. “You can come in if you like…”

Javier ached to let himself in and see your place. He wondered how you furnish your living room and he speculated what colour your bedroom walls were. He imagined you were quite artsy, after learning about your creative streak and passion for writing, poetry and music. You were a helluva good singer, that’s for sure.

“I’d love to come in,” Javi sighed. “But it’s late and you should get some rest. I had a wonderful time tonight.”

You smiled. “I really didn’t know what to expect,” you admitted sheepishly. “But I don’t think I’ll ever forget tonight. I hope we can do it again sometime.”

Javier beamed ecstatically. “Yeah, me too,” he grinned. “Maybe we can make plans for this weekend?”

“Sure, I’m free,” you replied. “I’ll catch you at work.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Javier fumbled for a moment in silence, still not wanting to let you go. He had an idea of how he’d like to end the night, but it was an idea that could potentially be seen as too risky and forward. He wasn’t sure how you might take it.

But over the past three days, everything Javier had done was a risk, and so far, it had been working out pretty well in his favour. Maybe this was meant to be.

“Can I kiss you?” Javier blurted out, his voice having lowered an octave, illustrating just how serious he was about you. Butterflies raced in his tummy and Lord, he felt like a kid again. This was the moment he’d imagined so many times.

You practically sunk into him in response, uttering a small “yes” as you pressed your body against his. Javier slung his arms around your waist and gently dug his fingertips into your hips before leaning into you and adjusting himself slightly, the curve of his nose pressing against your skin. He pressed his soft lips against yours and savoured the perfect taste, and when you opened your mouth slightly, aching for more of his touch, Javier found himself relaxing into it more.

You were perfect. Gentle and passionate and the way you whimpered into Javier’s lips only spurred him on even more. Javier raised his hands to your face and cupped your cheeks, skillfully brushing your hair out of the way before deepening the kiss.

Eventually, although reluctantly, he pulled off you and rested his forehead against yours, his brown locks of hair tickling against your skin.

“That was amazing,” you whispered, and noticed the rosy coloured tint flush over Javier’s cheeks. He was adorable. You’d heard all the rumours about him, how he was a womaniser and not a force to be reckoned with. But with you, he really was different. He was sweet and charming and you could feel yourself falling.

“By the way, I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” he whispered seductively, the warmth of his breath fanning over your ear.

You bit your lip, trying your hardest to repress the flush of heat that crossed your cheeks.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” you teased, biting your lip.

Javier chuckled lightly and took your hand, pressing another, this time delicate kiss to your cheek.

“Okay then,” he smiled gleefully. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow at work. Good night.”

Before Javier could spin around and leave you at your doorstep, you pulled him back for one final farewell kiss. “Goodnight.” you whispered softly against his lips.

And for the first time since meeting you, Javier felt total peace when he went to bed that night.

He was in love.

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absinthe-and-tea · 3 years

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Hii, you wrote slashers and s/o with big boobs, but what about the opposite? S/o with small boobs who is insecure about that and feels less like a woman?

Btw I love your writing and your headcanons. They make my day ♥

I myself have pretty tiny boobs soooo- also I got this request twice kinda so I hope you guys dont mind me putting them into one ❤ Also super happy you like my stuff!!

P.S. I got half way through this and had to start over cause Tumblr deleted my progress 🙃

Slasher HCs || S/O W/ Small Breasts

Warnings: N//SFW

Jason Voorhees

He loves you no matter what. Honestly he loves how small they are. They easily fit in his hands, making it easier to touch all of you in a shorter amount of time.

If he sees you're down about them, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up gently. He'll then proceed to cover them in kisses.

He can't speak so he often uses his hands or mouth to praise them in other ways.

Loves running his thumb over your nipple to watch the small bud harden from his touch.

When you're intimate with him he makes sure to give them lots of attention. He prefers using his hands, loving how soft they are.

He's always loved them so he'll always continue to touch them and whatnot.

Michael Myers

He's fairly indifferent about them. He prefers was anyways.

Doesn't really compliment them or pay much attention to them the first time you two are intimate.

He doesn't notice how you feel for a while but when he finds you criticizing them though, it's fair game.

Will start coming up behind you, running his hands up your sides and to your breasts to engulf them in his large hands and gently squeeze.

He loves messing with them, that includes lightly pinching them. But he loves using his mouth on the more. Beware, he will nip and bite just hard enough to get a reaction from you.

Even after he's convinced you they are perfect, he'll continue touching them abd whatnot cause he'll have realized how much he likes them on you.

Brahms Heelshire

He's a manchild. And it shows. He definitely prefers bigger but he's alright with small breasts too.

100% has an oral fixation. Meaning he'll suck on them a lot. Whether he's partially laying on your lap or if you're on his lap stradling him, he's gonna have his mouth on them.

He'll say something about wishing they were bigger, not thinking about how it would make you feel.

If you start wearing sweaters more often or staring into mirrors longer, silently judging yourself, he'll start to take notice.

He'll start to grope them more and give them more attention while whispering how much he loves them.

He's an ass sometimes. But he loves you and your body. He'll make sure you know it too.

The Other

He's not home often and when he is, he spends a lot of time with his daughter but the moment its just you two, he's immediately walking towards you like a predator stalking it's prey.

He doesn't care about your boob size at all or if you have a nice ads. He just loves you.

When you cuddle, he'll always have a hand under your shirt. Either resting on your tummy or one of your breasts. Usually the latter.

If he sees how much you resent them, he'll show his love for them and your vidy in general by getting you lingerie.

The moment he sees you in it, you're getting thrown on the bed and getting the best night of your life.

Prepare to always be worshipped.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves them. No matter what, you are his muse. His inspiration.

He loves putting his hands on your sides and gently running his thumbs underneath them, against your ribs. Almost like he's sculpting a masterpiece.

He adores that they are small because he can pull your body even closer to his. He loves feeling all of you.

He prefers using his hands on them but he will gladly suckle on them as well. He's a bit shy though so you'll have to tell him you want it.

Absolutely hates that you feel badly about habing small boobs. So, he'll make countless sculptures, paintings, and drawings of you. He'll have so many things of just you that it feels as though he knows your body better than yourself.

Bo Sinclair

Another ass man but a nice set tits is great too. And that includes yours.

He enjoys them. How soft they are especially. His hands are very rough from doing mechanic work on the side so he enjoys the difference in softness.

If you say anything bad about them or judge them, he'll sit you on his lap and suckle them until you're writhing on top of him from sensitivity.

Not afraid to grope you in front of others or slide his hand under your shirt. Your his and he'll make that known real quick.

Loves to leave bitemarks and bruises on them to show you how much he likes them and how much he fully claims them and you.

Lester Sinclair

He likes boobs in general. Small or not. He just really likes the soft mounds.

Loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh under his hands and your hardened nipple brushing against his palm.

Gets super wide-eyed and excited if you wear lingerie that lets your breasts hang out. He'll sit there in awe until you get on his lap.

The moment you're on him, he's on you. Licking and nipping them softly, his hands gently groping and squeezing.

His heaven is either his head between your legs or against your breasts so expect him in either place at least once a night.

Solomon Goode

He worships every bit of you. You are his love after all and he would do anything to make you happy.

He enjoys the fact he can hold you close to his chest without large breasts in the way.

Enjoys teasing you every so often when in passing or not busy with work around the house or garden.

Seeing you topless makes his throat go dry and he begins hesitantly walking to you. You'll have to give him the okay to touch you but once you do, his mouth is attached to one of your nipples. His hand moving to rub the other.

He loves your softness and the smell of flowers that seems to surround you without your knowing. Being so close to you and tasting you is intoxicating to him.

Will always compliment them when he gets a good view. He'll never let you feel down about yourself. And if someone does something to make you feel that way, oops. Where'd they go?

Harry Warden

He's so happy anytime he can touch them. For a while though he won't take his gloves off, afraid you'll find him repulsive.

Though once he does and he feels the soft flesh for the first time, he'll never want to let go.

He loves the small mounds almost as much as he hates Valentine's Day. Between the softness of your flesh and the way your nipples harden at his touch, he's completely addicted to them.

Enjoys covering them in kisses while he praises you and compliments you. You're his precious lover after all.

Expect him to compliment them every time he sees you once he realizes you think they aren't perfect. They are gorgeous. Just like you.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely loves them. He couldn't even mildly dislike anything about you. You're perfect in his eyes. He'll even make you sundresses that show them off perfectly.

Though be careful when wearing said sundress because he'll get distracted by you really quick, causing him to forget about his work.

When laying in bed he'll always have a hand on one of your breasts subconsciously. Not even on purpose most times, he just wants to hold you.

Definitely another with an oral fixation. He enjoys gently playing with your hardened nipples with his tongue when in a more intimate moment.

Won't publicly do anything like groping because he's a good boy but will attempt to compliment you. You'll know what he's trying to say when he does.

Thomas Hewitt

Very handsy with you once your relationship starts to take off. Your breasts being something that fascinates him despite the size.

When you two are cuddled up in bed he will lightly run his fingertips over them to watch the goosebumps form and your nipples harden.

His favorite thing to do is grab your sides and use his thumbs to rub the little nubs. His eyes will wonder from your breasts to your face, wanting to catch the faces you make.

After a while he'll attach his mouth to one, his eyes never leaving your face. He adores how much pleasure he can give you from something so small.

His opinion when you bring up how you feel about them is "Good things come in small packages."

Eddie Gluskin

Well you already have a one up on his exes. They didn't even have anything at all. Barely even mosquito bites.

He'll run his fingertips over the mounds, lightly pressing down to see the small squish it makes.

You're his perfect bride. His Darling. So different from the whores he was with before. Your body is something else to him.

The mounds may be small but boy does he praise them and cover them in affection.

If you ask, he'd be happy to add an modifications to your wedding dress to make you feel better about them.

Though he'll need to do a lot of... Researching... To make sure he gets the measurements right.

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Valentine's song prompts | Line Without a Hook (Lester Sinclair)

Fandoms/characters: House of Wax/slashers (Lester Sinclair, reader)

Song: 42. Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Genre: Angst/romance with fluff near the end

Format: Oneshot

Word count: 1848 (a little lengthier? I got carried away lol)

Summary: Lester, who is still insecure about your relationship, distances himself from you. Later, he catches you crying to yourself because you think he's losing interest.

Notes: I know everyone has different takes on characters and such but for me, I usually write Lester as very sweet/warm. It might not be everyone's cup of tea though, so I'm just letting you know. This also feels kinda sloppy to me :/ But I tried lol. Apologies in advance for any mistakes and sloppiness >_>

You adored Lester.

From his goofy sense of humor and the smile that often followed his cheesy jokes, to his warmth and kindness. He was so accepting of every part of you in the most casual way. Your relationship wasn't really conventional, and maybe it was strange, but you never felt more comfortable around anyone than you did him.

But you were beginning to suspect the feeling wasn't mutual.

You knew the circumstances. You had been patient and understanding, and you tried your best to always let him know how much you cared for him. But it seemed like every time you got closer, he pulled farther away. You hated the thought that he was insecure, or uncomfortable, because of you.

Lester adored you, as well. Too much, maybe.

He loved every part of you, every detail — even those you didn't like about yourself. His life was often far from pleasant, but you had stumbled along into it and had given him something he never expected. He wasn't even sure he deserved you at all, really.

He wanted to trust you, to believe your feelings were sincere — and he did. But he couldn't help but wonder if you would be better off without him. He felt like he was holding you back. You had sacrificed a lot to be with him, whether or not you even realized it. You were stuck in the backwoods of Louisiana, away from everything, and for what?

Would you be happier elsewhere? With someone else? Every day, he came home to you, alone in his little house, always happy to see him. It was amazing for him, but there was always a tinge of guilt in the back of his mind when he saw you like that. He couldn't be worth it, he thought. You'd resent him.

Knowingly or unknowingly, he had started to avoid you. Before, he was always so tender and sweet. He'd sweep you up and pepper your face with kisses, smiling at your every word. He was so smitten with you and for that, he couldn't stand the thought of losing you.

Yet, he was pushing you away more and more with every passing day.

Now, his greetings were brief and stifled. He'd press a brief kiss to the top of your head, exchanging small talk before he found a million reasons to avoid you. You felt as if you never saw him. And you knew it was intentional on his part.

You tried to wait it out, to talk with him and smooth things over. But it was hard to do when he was constantly working, or preoccupied with town-related things. A constant sick feeling ate at you, an uneasiness at the feeling of feeling unwanted, unwelcome. You loved him so much but you were starting to feel like a nuisance — like a temporary fascination that was overstaying their welcome.

***

You had tried to ignore your feelings, hoping things would naturally improve. But they didn't, and slowly but surely, all of the emotions you'd tried to keep at bay came crashing in all at once.

It wasn't as if there was any reason you shouldn't let it out. You were entirely alone, as usual. He wouldn't be home until it was late and he could plop down next to you in bed, spending time wordlessly, both of your minds rushing.

It was worse than usual, too. He had made so many little hints and suggestions that made you think you weren't as welcome in Ambrose as you thought you were. That maybe you missed where you came from, that you'd be happier elsewhere. He didn't say much, but when he did, it stung. Maybe he didn't mean it to, but he'd leave you alone again with your thoughts, overthinking each word spoken, and each one absent.

You sat in your bed, slowly crumbling as everything sunk in. Tears flooded as you thought about everything you hoped would happen between you and Lester. It felt pointless now, like the best of your time together had already passed. You couldn't help but feel as if you'd done something wrong, although you didn't know what. He was so warm and sweet, usually, but now he would barely look at you.

You started at the distant sound of the door opening through the house. You froze, trying to collect yourself as you wiped the tears from your cheeks. You half considered running to the bathroom and locking the door behind you until your eyes looked less teary, but it was too late. Maybe he should catch you anyway, you thought — at least then you'd have to talk about it.

He probably wouldn't have even noticed, had he not had to get a change of clothes from your shared room. He stepped inside, already wearing a forced smile, before he noticed you sniffling and wiping your eyes. Right away, his heart sunk.

He slowly trailed around the bed, sitting next to you and examining you seriously. His eyes were already dewy, even just from seeing you like that. Your heart twisted up at the sight of him all concerned, brown eyes wide and focused.

"What's the matter?" He asked, lifting his hand to your cheek reluctantly and swiping away some of your tears with his thumb.

"I thought you wouldn't be back for a while," You replied, letting out a shaky, weak laugh as you wiped away the rest of your tears.

He only stared, sadly wondering if this was a common occurrence when he wasn't around.

"What's wrong?" He repeated, pulling his hand away as his eyes flickered between yours.

You weren't even sure how you should explain. Surely he knew why you were like this — the effect his absence and coldness had on you?

"You're just never here."

It was so easy for you to tug Lester's heartstrings. A handful of words made his stomach churn. How could someone like you be crying over him like that?

When he didn't answer, you continued, "...You know, if you don't want me around anymore, you could just tell me. It would be better than keeping this up."

He let out a nervous scoff, searching you almost as if to tell if you were serious, "Why would you think that?"

"Because, you're never here," You repeated, the corners of your lips quivering, "These days, you barely even talk to me, or look at me."

He wanted to contradict you, but you were right. But in a way, he thought he was doing you a favor. He felt like he was the one in the way most of the time — the one that would be better off out of your life.

"I'm sorry," Was all he could really manage, his voice breaking slightly. He was so stupid, he thought, hurting someone like you. All the more reason why he didn't deserve you. He was so infatuated with you, and the closer you got, the more he didn't know how to accept your feelings. He wanted to, but years of insecurities and cruel words had made him wonder how he'd managed to get so lucky with you.

After a long moment of silence, he finally mustered up his courage.

"D'you want me to?" He asked, making you tilt your head forward in disbelief.

"What?"

"Do you really want me around? Do you really want to be here, with me?" He asked, once more giving one of his nervous, forced smiles.

"Of course I do," You firmly replied, "Why would you even think otherwise?"

He said nothing, guilt and insecurities eating away at him. After another moment, he only apologized again, too torn up to even explain himself.

You understood him better than he realized. Another moment of silence allowed you to cool off and collect your thoughts. The ache in your heart slowly shifted from loneliness and hurt to aching for him instead. His question, and his behavior, made you realize he hadn't really been avoiding you because of you.

"Lester, I really want to be here. And I'm not just saying that," You began, slipping your hand over the sheets and tangling your fingers around his, "I love you. I just want you to be around, you know? And if I made you feel like I don't, I'm sorry."

He stared uncertainly, but his hand rearranging to hold yours was more than enough encouragement to continue. You loved him so much, and you desperately wanted him to know it. The thought of him not knowing, or doubting your feelings, made your stomach knot up. You loved every little detail of him, and if nothing else, you wanted to make sure he knew it.

"That's why I'm like this, I've missed you. I thought you didn't like me anymore," You admitted, earning a surprised look. It felt so ridiculous to admit, but your own insecurities kept deepening as he avoided you.

"'Course I do, how could you even-?" He began, stopping himself when he realized he was just repeating your own words. He let out a short, emotional laugh, realizing how you both sounded, "How could I not? I just can't see how someone like you'd wanna be here with someone like me."

You hated hearing those kinds of words from him. He was more than enough for you, yet the unkind words of countless people had taken root in him, to the point where he started to believe them. You would just have to replace them, you thought, with kinder, softer, truer things.

"How could I not?" You said, his brown eyes searching you lovingly as you spoke, "No one else makes me as comfortable as you do. You're so warm, and kind, and-"

You stopped, seeing the corners of his lips slowly upturn with your every word. You bit the corner of your lips to hold back a smile yourself, instantly relaxing at the sight of him smiling. Tears still stung at your eyes, emotions all mixed up, but at least you had cleared the air a little. Seeing his reaction, however, you wondered how he would respond to complete, unfettered honesty.

"...And handsome," You said, testing his reaction before continuing. He grinned, turning his gaze away from yours from embarrassment, "I love you," You repeated, rearranging yourself for easier access to him, "I love your eyes," You said, grinning as you earned a curious look as your arms wrapped around his neck, "And your nose..." You said, pressing a kiss on top of it. His smile grew wider and wider as his face lit up tomato-red with your every word. At this point, you were just wondering how far he'd let you go. You loved making him laugh and smile, and would continue to tease him for as long as you could get away with. "...And your smile," You continued, earning a laugh as you peppered his face with kisses.

Lester understood your point, but had no interest at all in stopping you. And you had no problem with that, as having him wrapped in up your arms, smiling and laughing at your affectionate doting, was more than enough to ease the hurt you had been feeling so short a time ago. You knew it still wouldn't be perfect, that it would take time for him to completely trust your feelings for him. But it was a start.

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Pre-Fatherhood

Pairings: Loki x Reader Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, that’s it. It’s all fluff. Author’s Note: You asked for it @allaboutloki, and I shall deliver.

You gripped the test tightly in your hand, your hand covering your face as you sat on the bathroom floor. You face was stained with tears, you didn't know if they were happy tears or not. What would his be?

The two pink stripes had shaken your world and you couldn't tell whether or not if it was a good thing. We're you ready for this type of responsibility? Would Loki be able to handle it? You were terrified he wouldn't want this, you were terrified he would leave.

You were so scared you had forgotten that today was supposed to be a happy day with Loki for you. It was Valentine's Day, he was going to take you out. He had left the house for a few hours and would be back soon.

But that was a few hours ago.

You were brought back to reality when you saw Loki open the front door, a chirp in his tone as he greeted you from the other room, "I'm back, my love. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

You hugged your legs tighter to you, hoping he would stay away to give you a couple more minutes before you faced him. But that was not the case when you didn't respond to him. "Darling?" he called, "Love, where are you?"

You just buried your head in your knees, shaking your head as you tried to will him to stay away. There was a moment of silence until you heard him taking very slow, very quiet steps over to the bedroom. Then you heard the faintest sound of a knife being drawn.

You quickly jumped to your feet, test still in hand, as you rushed over to him. "Hey, Loki! It's fine, I'm right here," you told him, your hands held out in front of him. He calmed as he began to walk over to you with the intention of giving you a hug. "Oh, love. Why didn't you-"

He paused when he saw the strange object in your hand, a brow lifting as he asked you, "What's that?"

You looked at your hand and mentally cursed yourself for showing off the test. You put it behind your back, taking a couple steps away from Loki. His knife disappeared, along with him in a shimmer of green.

In the next second, the test was removed from your hands as Loki appeared behind you. You cringed and slowly brought your hands up to hold yourself. You didn't look up at him as he saw the two pink stripes and the words on the side.

He froze in his spot, barely making the slightest move as his eyes widened. He was still for a very long time while you fidgeted. "Loki?" you asked gently when he still hadn't moved.

He then looked up at you as he whispered, "Is this real?"

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath as you said, "I'm pregnant."

He stared at you a little longer, and then back to the test in his hands. He then slowly began to smile, it was an action you didn't expect but desperately needed. Suddenly, he pulled you into a tight, warm hug. It took you a moment to process it before you hugged him back, tears coming back down your cheeks as you let out a breath of relief.

"Oh, my love!" he exclaimed as he kissed your forehead. He even picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist to support yourself while he continued to hold you. "This is wonderful! Why were you so down, this is amazing!"

You just held him tighter, "I was scared you were going to leave me..."

"Oh, pet," he whispered, sitting you on the bed as he knelt in front of you. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheeks as he told you softly, "I would never leave you, especially about this. I love you so much, my dear."

You smiled, pulling him forward to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. You sighed, "I love you too."

A tear rolled down Loki's cheek and he bit his bottom lip, "I'm going to be a father." He breathed another sigh before slowly pulling back, looking up into your eyes with such wonder and adoration. Your smile grew.

You nodded, "Yes, you will." He set his hand on your stomach, watching it like it was just so beautiful, "And you'll be a mother." You nodded, your hands cupping his face as you beamed at his excitement. You couldn't help kissing him again. Things would be fine after all.

The rest of the day was mostly spent with you and Loki breaking the news to your friends. Natasha cooed adorably and smiled at getting to be an aunt to another little angel (as she called it), Clint was excited about getting to be an uncle, Wanda also cooed and congratulated you, Bruce gave a simple congrats while Tony started talking about protection details for your house, Steve and Bucky patted Loki on the back and gave you hugs, and Thor picked you up in a giant bear hug and kissed your forehead. He went to pick up Loki, but Thor only allowed him a simple hug. "Otherwise, I stab you," Loki told him cautiously.

Thor knew it was just a threat and Loki wouldn't actually stab him (mostly because you wouldn't let him, but also because Loki didn't want to hurt his brother).

After that, you and Loki went to the park to start fantasizing about bringing your child here to play. He was already thinking about names, so eager to find out which one would suit his little baby best. After a moment, he started trailing off as he spoke to himself, "Mother will be so glad to meet them..."

Then he looked at you, "That's right! We need to set up a trip to Asgard so we can tell my mother. She'd be quite cross if we didn't inform her."

You nodded at Loki, adoration shining in your eyes as you watched his giddiness. He continued to ramble on about how wonderful it would be to have a little one running around, he was so excited to raise it. As time past by, you had to remind Loki about your reservation tonight before you missed it. Then he swept you away and took you to the fancy restaurant he had been longing to take you to.

The night was peaceful and the food was delicious. He spent most of the night gazing at you as he continued to talk about the child you were carrying. You didn't know what you were worried about; Loki was thrilled.

It was closer towards the end of the dinner when Loki calmed a little more. He grabbed your hands and told you gently, "You have no idea how much I love you, and how excited I am for the little one to get here. You've truly made my life worth living, and I hope you know just how much. I love you so much, my dear, and that's why I have to ask..."

Suddenly, a green glow came from his free hand as he unfolded it to reveal a black box. Your eyes widened as you gasped, you looked back at him as your eyes teared up. He smiled and opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold ring with emeralds decorating the band perfectly, "I've been panning this for weeks, my love. It seems only right to ask you now... Will you do me the highest honor and become my wife?"

You covered your mouth with your free hand before you nodded, your tears falling shamelessly as you nodded, "Yes, Loki. Yes, I'll marry you!"

His smile widened, tears pooled in his eyes as he took the ring from the box and slid it onto your finger. You leaned forward on the table, Loki meeting you halfway as he kissed you deeply. You couldn't hold in your excitement, this was the best day of your life (so far)!

After a moment, the waiter appeared with a tray in hand and a smile. "Congratulations, lovebirds. Our restaurant offers a free desert for our new fiancés. Enjoy." You thanked him before he walked away and gave Loki a wide smile as the two of you enjoyed your free desert. "Free food, my favorite," you smiled.

As soon as the two of you returned home, Loki took you with the intention of letting you know just how much he loved you.

For the next eight months (as the child decided to come early), you and Loki prepared for the new addition to your small family. The team, of course, did their share of helping as well. Tony installed extra protection in your home, including your very own AI system. You told him you didn't need all of it, but he did it anyway. He also got your own personal doctor who was a good friend of his, he wouldn't allow anyone else to take care of the birth.

Wanda, Natasha, and Clint did a fair share of your baby shopping. Loki set up the crib (and it was a very entertaining show). Tony knew how to help, this was one of his fortes, but he loved to watch Loki struggled to make a crib.

Steve and Bucky acted as your body guards the whole time, especially when Loki or Thor weren't around. When you reached the halfway mark of your pregnancy, Fury finally let Loki on a fraternity leave until after the two of you were settled with your child.

Loki did most of the baby shopping (which was saying something because Natasha, Wanda, and Clint bought a lot of stuff). He asked Clint many, many questions about what to do in certain situations since he was the only other father on the team - Tony wasn't of much help because he didn't have experience with babies, only children and teens he kind of stole. When Loki wasn't parading Clint with parenting questions, he had his nose in tons of parenting books.

Sometimes he would read them and mutter under his breath, "Odin really could have used this book..." He practiced changing diapers for about an hour every day, even though he turned out to be perfect at it. He would have you practice with him sometimes, other times you would race to see who could do it better and faster. You seemed to have a little trouble with it, but he helped you when you needed it.

No one on the team ever let you do anything that could even remotely harm the child. You only got to eat certain foods (although, they let you enjoy your cravings when they were reasonable enough), you only got to go certain places, and you only got to watch certain movies. The last one was mostly for their benefit because of your mood swings, you were so easily upset and you started crying a lot. Loki was always there to calm you down, he seemed to be one of the only ones who could.

When you were cravings strange foods, having a moment from one of your mood swings, or complaining about never getting to do anything, you were lusting over Loki. You were constantly horny, and you blamed Loki for being so sexy. As soon as you got him alone, you would pounce on him. It was actually one of his favorite parts about you being pregnant.

When you would lay in bed with him, Loki would fantasize - he did it a lot - and gently caress your stomach. If you were laying on his chest, he was laying over you and resting his head on your belly as softly as he could. He would talk to his little one, his voice was a gentle and a smile was always on his face. He would draw patterns on your skin, sometimes he would test out baby names and feel for kicks.

You wouldn't miss the weird smells that made you sick. You definitely wouldn't the morning sickness, or the evening sickness, or the afternoon sickness. There was a lot of sickness.

And you definitely wouldn't miss being in labor.

Because when that baby came, it hurt like all hell. You had gripped Loki's hand so hard, he was gripping Thor's to help. Thor grabbed his hand, trying to get Loki to ease up. When you finally got to the hospital, everyone but Loki was shoved into the waiting room while you were wheeled into the hospital room.

There was a lot of screaming, most of it came from you and some of it came from Loki, you were really holding on tight to his hand. He wiped your forehead gently and eased you through it, reminding you just how much he loved you and just how beautiful you were.

When you heard the crying, you and Loki fell silent. The only sound you made was your heavy breathing. Loki was still and you were still holding onto his hand, your grasp finally loosening. When the doctor finally handed the baby to you, your face hurt from the smile that had settled on you.

You were cooing softly as the baby calmed. Loki watched, his mouth opened slightly as he stared in disbelief. You looked over at him, "Say hi to your baby."

You past the baby over to him, and Loki very carefully held them. He smiled and tears pooled in his eyes. "Hello, little one," he whispered, kissing their forehead gently. You watched them with such joy. Loki looked down at you, as if he couldn't believe it was real, that this moment was real and happening right now.

After holding your child a little while longer, you fell asleep still holding Loki's hand. When you woke in the morning, you saw Loki standing in the room with his little baby in his arms. He rocked them back and forth as he sang softly to them. You couldn't help your smile as you watched them, not daring to move and disturb them.

When Loki looked over at you and realized you had woken, he gave a large smile and began handing the baby over to you. He muttered gently, "Thor's asleep outside the room. He refused to leave."

You chuckled gently, and kissed your baby's head before kissing Loki. You watched them sleep in your arms, their fists clenching and unclenching. You shook your head, smiling as you tried to hold in your tears.

Loki swept them away with his thumb, brushing your chin and kissing you again. "I love you, dear," he told you softly.

"I love you too."

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Valentine’s Day Blues

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of planning Valentine’s Day and his brothers party, Tom forgets your birthday

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The first time you met Tom, you were crashing his brothers birthday party. In your defense, it was Valentine’s Day, as well as your birthday, and you didn’t want to be alone. So when your best friend said she was going with her boyfriend to some party, you tagged along.

“Hey mate. Thanks for the party. We’re gonna be heading out soon.” Tuwaine shouted over the music of Harry and Sam’s birthday party.

“Thanks so much for coming.” Tom said as he pulled him into a hug. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“You too, mate. Wait one second.” Tuwaine turned around and found his girlfriend in the crowd. “I want you to meet my girlfriend”.

“Hi. I’m Yara.” A girl came from behind Tuwaine and put her hand out to shake Tom’s.

“And I’m bored.” You announced as you stumbled into Yara’s arms. “Can we go, please?”

“In a minute.” She laughed as she held you up. “I haven’t said goodbye to everyone yet.”

“But I did and if I stick around it’ll be awkward.” You whined in her ear, making Tom laugh. Yara gave Tom a look that told him this wasn’t her first time having to take care of you.

“I said my goodbyes already. I could stay with you until Yara is done.” Tom offered. You picked your head off of Yara’s shoulder and squinted at Tom, finally noticing that he was standing there.

“Yeah. Why don’t you stay with Tom?” Yara spoke in a motherly tone as she helped you stand up straight.

“But I don’t know him.” You whispered to her, just loud enough for Tom to hear. He understood you not wanting to be left alone with a stranger while drunk, so he didn’t take any offense to it.

“He’s Tuwaine’s best friend.” She assured you. “I wouldn’t leave you alone with someone I didn’t trust.”

“Okay.” You sighed before facing Tom. “But don’t try anything. I have a gun.”

“She doesn’t.” Yara whispered behind her hand. “Play nice.”

“Bite me.” You nipped at her, making her laugh.

“I will.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug. “Love you, girl.”

“Love you.” You mumbled before letting her go. She disappeared back into the crowd, leaving you alone with Tom. You were a little too drunk to remember your manners, so you just stared at him, unapologetically sizing him up.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom reached out to shake your hand.

“Y/n.” You told him as you dapped him up. Tom laughed a little at your movement and checked you out.

“How come I haven’t seen you before?” He asked, taking a step closer so you could hear him over the music.

“Excuse me.” You put on a voice. “I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. And I’m new in town.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.” Tom frowned. “Do you need a place to sleep tonight?”

“Dude, I’m joking.” You laughed in shock. “Haven’t you heard of John Mulaney?”

“No.” Tom shook his head. “Is he your friend?”

“He’s a comedian.” You said like it was obvious. “Don’t they have comedy in England?”

“Our teeth are pretty funny looking.” Tom shrugged, making you smile.

“Hm.” You looked him up and down. “Cute and funny.”

“So how much of what you just told me was true?” Tom asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Nothing except for the fact that I’m new in town.” You seemed to sober up a little. “But Yara and I go way back.”

“Same with me and Tuwaine.”

“I know. He’s been talking you up to me for a year now.” You chuckled as you pulled a water bottle out of your bag.

“Has he?” Tom raised an eyebrow. “What did he say?”

“That what you lack in height you make up for in charm.” You insulted him flirtatiously.

“What’s the verdict?” Tom stepped closer again. “Was he right?”

“You’d really let me sleep at your place if I was homeless?” You questioned him and you decided whether you liked him or not.

“I would.”

“Well, then he was right.” You batted your eyelashes and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You’re definitely short.”

“Damn.” Tom shook his head as you pulled away laughing.

“I’m sorry.” You chuckled. “But you’re pretty charming as well.”

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.” Tom flirted.

“Guess what?” You went up on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. “It’s my birthday today.”

“Is it really?” He asked. “It’s my brothers birthday too.”

“Isn’t this their party?” You realized, and Tom nodded. “I hope you don’t mind I tagged along with Yara. I just broke up with my boyfriend and I didn’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Tom told you. “I’m sorry about your breakup. Now that I know you’re single, you know what it really makes me want to do?”

“What’s that?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Get you a cab and make sure you get home safe.” Tom smiled softly as you as he gave you a comforting squeeze on your arm.

“That would be lovely.” You said in appreciation. You took Tom by the hand and began to walk with him towards the exit. “I’m glad I met you Tom.”

“I’m glad I met you too, darling.”

You didn’t kiss him that night, though you wanted to. It took about a month of knowing each other for you to finally kiss him. But once you did, you were inseparable.

It was a full year since the party, meaning yours and the twins birthday had come around again. It was also Valentine’s Day, your very first one with Tom. You woke up before him and walked into the kitchen, smiling at the dozen roses he had set on the table. Next to the roses was a box of chocolates at your spot at the kitchen table, but no birthday card. You furrowed your eyebrows a little but didn’t have time to think about it when your phone rang. You answered it and thanked the person for the birthday wishes as Tom entered the room.

“Sorry.” You smiled as you put your phone down. “I had a phone call.”

“Good morning. Happy Valentine’s days.” Tom’s voice was husky with sleep as he pulled you into a long kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too.” You smiled against his lips before kissing him again.

“I have to call my brothers before I forget.” Tom kissed your forehead before pulling away. “Then I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Yeah.” You narrowed your eyes at him to see if he was joking. “You wouldn’t want to forget a birthday.”

Tom didn’t take the hint as your phone began to ring again.

“Your phone is ringing again?” He raised his eyebrows. “Someone’s popular.”

“I guess I am.” You mumbled, realizing that he had indeed forgotten. You took your phone call and tried to give Tom the benefit of the doubt. It was his brothers birthday, after all. Maybe he was just waiting to say it to them first. You came back to the kitchen after the call just as Tom was putting pancakes on the table.

“There you are.” He grinned and made grabby hands at you. “I want to spend every second together until the party. It kinda sucks our first Valentine’s Day together is also my brothers birthday. I’d rather spend the day with you.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged sadly. “Birthdays are important.”

“I know.” He ironically agreed. “Maybe we can leave early and have some alone time.”

“Sure baby.” You faked a smile. “Let’s just eat, okay?”

You didn’t want to fight with him, especially on Valentine’s Day, so you made peace and sat down with him to eat breakfast. You were hurt that he had forgotten your birthday, but he at least remembered Valentine’s Day. You decided that that was better than nothing and tried to push it from your mind.

Tom had a few last minute errands to run before his brothers party, which you were slightly relieved about. You didn’t really want to spend the day with him after he forgot your birthday. He kissed you goodbye multiple times, harping on how sorry he was to leave you on Valentine’s Day. You sighed deeply once he left, feeling tears threaten your eyes in his absence. Every time he mentioned the party or Valentine’s Day, you were reminded that he had forgotten about you.

Tom came home once you had already started getting ready. You had your dress on and were talking a phone call as he got dressed.

“Are you almost ready to go, love?” Tom asked as he buttoned his shirt.

“One minute.” You mouthed as you pointed to your phone. The conversation finished up quickly and you hung up.

“Did someone leak your phone number or something?” Tom wondered. “It’s been going off all day.”

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged, not wanting to start something. “It’s a special occasion.”

“Valentine’s day is not that special.” He laughed as he came behind you to look in the mirror. “But you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You smiled tightly as you put in your earrings. Tom went in to kiss you, but you moved so he’s only get your cheek. He clocked your strange behavior but shrugged it off as he grabbed his keys.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!” Yara screamed from across the room when she saw you at the party. She ran to you and threw her arms around you, squeezing you tightly. She kissed both your cheeks before placing a tiara on your head.

“There. So everyone knows you’re the birthday girl.” She smiled proudly as she fixed your hair.

“Thank you.” You grinned as you squeezed her hands. “I appreciate you.”

“Well it’s my best friends birthday. I had to do something.” She shrugged playfully. “What did Tom get you?”

“Tom forgot.” You blurted, trying to keep a straight face. “He hasn’t said anything yet.”

“What?” Yara’s face fell. “He threw his brothers this party but didn’t even wish you a happy birthday?”

“There’s a lot going on today.” You tried to defend him. “He wished me a happy Valentine’s Day. And he got me roses.”

“It’s your birthday.” She didn’t let up. “It is his girlfriends birthday. He should know that.”

“It’s okay.” You shrugged it off, but she could tell you were upset.

“It’s not.” She didn’t let up. “Where is he now?”

“Last time I saw him, he was with Tuwaine.” You told her. “I didn’t really want to be around him right now.”

“Good.” Yara nodded as she fixed your hair. “Leave him be until he figures it out.”

“Is that the birthday girl?” A familiar voice came from behind you, making you smile.

“Happy birthday, you two.” You greeted Sam and Harry as you handed them separate birthday cards.

“Happy birthday to you too, princess.” Harry teased as he flicked your tiara. They pulled you into a group hug that lingered while Sam rubbed your back.

“This is for you.” Sam handed you a card.

“And this is from us.” Harry winked as he handed you a small black box.

“Thanks guys.” You smiled in appreciation. “I put your gifts in the back room. Should I get them?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Sam waved his hand. “Open it.”

You opened the box and found a thin black brackets with a straight metal pendant. The pendant had dots and lines going across it, making you look at the twins in confusion.

“It says “Holland” is Morse code. We have them too.” Harry explained as he showed you his matching bracelet.

“It’s to show that you’re part of our family now.” Sam added. “So people know you’re our sister.”

“Thats…” ,you stared at the bracelet for a moment, feeling sentimental tears coming to your eyes, “that’s really sweet, guys. Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

You pulled them into another group hug before letting them get back to their party.

“They remembered.” Yara gave you a pointed look.

“I should probably get back to the party.” You changed the subject, not wanting to sit in self pity. “Thank you for the tiara. You’re the best best friend I could ask for.”

“You’re welcome.” Yara told you as she hugged you tightly. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry your boyfriend is dumb.”

You gave her a look before heading back to the main area of the party. The second you saw Tom, you felt a disappointment in your stomach. He was laughing and having a good time while you were upset. You wished you didn’t care as much as you did, but you were hurt. He had forgotten your birthday and didn’t seem to care.

“Hey. There you are.” Tom smiled when he spotted you, already tipsy as he tried to hug you. “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah.” You said flatly and moved away from him. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

Tom pouted briefly at your odd behavior as Yara and a friend of yours approached him.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Your friend, KC, shouted over the music.

“She just left to get a drink.” Tom told her. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Good.” KC nodded. “I have to wish her happy birthday. I called her first thing this morning but I want to tell her in person.”

“It’s my brothers birthday, actually.” Tom corrected her. “They’re over by the pool table.”

“I know.” She laughed shortly. “But it’s Y/n’s birthday too.”

“She’s a Valentine’s baby.” Yara said sweetly while shooting daggers at Tom. “Isn’t that so cute?”

“What?” Tom jutted his head back. “It’s not her birthday. Her birthday is-“

“Today.” KC raised an eyebrow at Tom. “Did you not know?”

“I think he knew.” Yara stated with a hand on her hip. “He just forgot.”

“Oh no. I’m such an asshole.” Tom covered his mouth with his hand. “I can’t believe I forgot her birthday.”

“She couldn’t believe it either.” Yara shrugged. “You’re not gonna live this one down. This is exactly what happened last time.”

“Don’t say that.” KC said in a hushed tone, making Tom grow concerned.

“What do you mean?” Toms eyes darted between the two of them. “What happened last time?”

“Her ex did this last year and she was totally devastated.” KC told him. “He texted her “happy v day” and did nothing all day. They didn’t last a day after that.”

“Really? That’s why they broke up?” Tom began to panic. He knew about the ex, but you had never told him why you broke up.

“Yeah. She felt ignored.” Yara said unsympathetically towards Tom. “She was crying at my apartment until I brought her to your brothers party. That’s when you met, dummy.”

“Oh no.” Tom whined and looked around for you. “Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I’m not so sure.” KC shook her head.

“Why do you say that?” Tom panicked at her confidence.

“Because I’m pretty sure she just left.” KC said as she pointed behind Tom. Tom wiped around right as you walked out the door. Harry and Sam were standing near by, still waving to you as you left. Tom rushed over to them, already seeing the disappointment on their faces before he got there.

“Dude, what did you do?” Harry asked, a little annoyed with Tom. “You didn’t wish Y/n a happy birthday?”

“You literally met on her birthday last year.” Sam added. “How could you forget that?”

“I don’t know!” Tom groaned, angry with himself. “It completely slipped my mind. I got her chocolates and roses though.”

“For Valentine’s Day.” Harry interjected. “Not her birthday. You’ve been together for almost a year and you didn’t wish her happy birthday. That’s cold, mate.”

“What did she say to you guys?” Tom asked. “Was she upset?”

“She was crying.” Sam told him, making Tom hang his head in shame.

“I gotta go.” Tom decided. “I have to make it up to her.”

“You can try.” Harry shrugged. “I don’t really think she wants to talk to you.”

“And I don’t really blame her.” Sam mumbled under her breath. Tom let out another sigh before getting his things and leaving the party. He stopped by the store to get a few things before driving home to you.

Once Tom got home, he peered around a wall and found you sitting on the couch reading a book. He took a deep breath before putting on his most apologetic smile.

“Happy birthday.” Tom said weakly as he presented you with a cupcake. He sat down on the couch next to you but you didn’t budge.

“Who told you?” You asked without looking up. Tom sighed and set the cupcake on the coffee table so he could talk to you.

“Yara.” He admitted, and you nodded like you were expecting that. You continued to read your book, putting a nervous feeling in Toms stomach.

“I’m so sorry, princess.” He apologized as he put a hand on your knee. “I completely forgot.”

“I noticed.” You replied coldly, removing his hand.

“How can I make it up to you?” He asked sweetly, hoping you’d give a little.

“It’s fine.” You sighed. “There was a lot going on today. It’s Valentine’s Day and it’s your brothers birthday. And hey, at least you remembered those.”

“It’s not fine.” He frowned. “I can tell you’re upset. I’m so sorry.”

You finally put your book down and stared straight ahead, not knowing what you wanted to say yet.

“I am upset.” You said, like you were admitting it to yourself. “And I’m not sure why.”

“Because I forgot your birthday.” Tom reminded you quietly.

“But it’s only your first offense.” You thought out loud. “This is just strike one.”

“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m not following, love.”

“I’m trying to say that you’ve been a really good boyfriend so far.” You finally looked at him. “You pay attention and communicate your feelings and go out of your way to make me happy. You have been a picture perfect boyfriend for the past year and all the sudden…”

“I fucked up.” Tom finished your sentence for you. You laughed softly and nodded.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “So I’m not sure how to react. On the one hand, you forgot my birthday. On the other hand, you were busy all day getting me roses and chocolates and throwing an amazing party for your brothers because that’s the kind of guy you are. Should I be mad that you’re so thoughtful that you took too much on?”

“Are you asking me?” He laughed a little.

“I am.” You softened up and smiled at him. “Because I don’t know what to do. I’m upset you forgot my birthday, but I also know why you forgot. So I’m at a bit of a crossroads right now.”

“Well, the party was no excuse to forget.” Tom didn’t let himself off the hook. “I should have remembered.”

“Yes, you should have.” You agreed. “But this has happened to me before. And the last time it happened, I didn’t get an apology and a cupcake.”

“Yara told me about your ex.” Tom said softly as he put his hand on your knee again. This time, you let him. “I’m not like him.”

“I know you’re not.” You smiled weakly. “You’ve spent the past year proving to me that you’re nothing like him. So yes, I’m upset. But I’m also ready to forgive you.”

“You are?” He asked hopefully, leaning closer to silently ask for a kiss.

“I am.” You accepted his kiss and he smiled in relief. “Just don’t do it again.”

“I won’t.” He promised. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled at him. “Now give me that cupcake.”

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