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myelocin · 4 years

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something about the season | kuroo tetsurou

synopsis: there was something about mornings during the holiday season that just made getting up a little easier. the stranger at your family’s bakery just may be one of those reasons.

characters: kuroo tetsurou, you

genre: fluff, bakery!au lmao i am soft pls

wc: 1100+

a/n: this is req #18 for stories in passing, for @rebecopp !! :D ((atm unedited))

Just what is it about the holiday season that just makes waking up in the morning a hundred times easier than the rest of the year?

The answer is simple: you don’t know. It’s just how it’s always been for you.

Maybe it had something to do with the general vibe the holidays never fail to bring, the decorations slowly debuting in your neighbor’s front yards, the music on the radio progressively shifting, or the end of the year letting its presence be known—it was all a part of it.

The months that ended in –ber just felt different.

The good kind, you mean.

Then again, you suppose the friendly neighbor who always dropped by the bakery your family owned also helped with making those months just a tad bit better. You began to notice him a little over a year ago; the last few days of the holiday, you recall. Christmas and the New Year had passed just like that, but the season’s greetings haven’t left the atmosphere yet.

He walked in, burgundy sweater with a scarf that didn’t clash with the palette of his outfit and hair in disarray. Or atleast, you thought it was in disarray.

You chuckle at the memory; you never interacted much with the stranger, only watching him from the corner of your eye as he came and went holding the same order in his hand every time.

And even as a year passed, like now, he still came in at seven thirty AM sharp announced by the bell at the door with the same order even you’ve come to memorize said at the counter.

From your regular spot you’ve claimed for yourself, you watch him shift his body weight from one elbow to the other as he leaned on the counter, waiting for what’s safe to assume is his order while periodically glancing down and tapping away at the screen of his phone.

“Ah, actually,” he says after pocketing his phone. “Can I just change my order for here? No need to pack it in plastic, I’ll just have my breakfast here today.”

The part timer, who also happened to be a close friend of yours, raises an eyebrow towards your direction as she shoots you a knowing look to which you completely shut down and only respond by rolling your eyes at.

“Sure thing, just take a seat. I’ll bring it right over,” she smiles and with that the stranger turns around scanning the area for an empty seat.

You groan; of course today just had to have a morning rush.

So when his eyes eventually scan and stop at the empty seat across yours, he shoots you a sheepish smile and motions to the chair, mouthing if the seat was taken.

Which, of course, is not, so as you see your friend shoot you a text with nothing but a thumbs up and a winking emoji, you could only smile at him as you motion for him to take it.

“Pretty busy morning, huh?” he laughs as he takes the seat across you.

“Yeah, holiday rush probably,” you reply, smiling.

“Don’t mind me, if you were working on something feel free to continue,” he begins, motioning to the light stack of paper and calculator you pushed to the side.

He smiles; teeth pearly white and canines glinting in the natural lighting of the space.

“It’s alright, I’m just taking a break,” you offer.

“You working in the business department?” he asks, drumming his fingers on the table.

“Something like that; this is my family’s bakery, so I’m just doing the numbers for them,” you smile.

“Ah, so I guess you could say I’m in the presence of royalty, huh?” he laughs, looking at you again when he props up his head with the palm of one hand.

You roll your eyes, laughing along with him. You had to give him credit though; for a stranger, he had a knack for making the conversation flow as naturally as if you were just friends.

“Are you just trying to get a discount?” you tease, motioning for him to clear his end of the table when the part timer comes by with his order and two extra slices of the cake you know you just experimented baking last night. She looks at you, winking, when he shakes his head saying, “I didn’t order this.”

“It’s on the house,” your friend laughs, moving away before you could get the chance to say anything.

He looks at you, a little unsure, but settles on his seat when you offer a smile and motion for him to dig in.

“It’s a cake I was just experimenting with last night,” you laugh. “The recipe may not be as good as the other ones we have on display to order from.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he laughs again. “Kuroo Tetsurou, by the way. If you gave me free cake might as well give you my name in return, right?”

You smile.

“I guess you could say that. My name’s (y/n).”

You figure that because it is the holiday season, the main factor why you especially loved the mornings during those weeks was primarily because of the drastic change in the atmosphere.

The music from the usual indie playlist you put together shifting into something more seasonal, the familiar decorations and garlands hanging over the counter, the Christmas lights sparkling around the sign outside at night, and perhaps the general smell of peppermint lingering in the air.

It was all a familiar sort of nostalgia that never failed to offer the mornings a tinge of magic that never failed to make you bloom into a smile.

And just within the two hours where in you spend that specific morning with Kuroo Tetsurou—the boy that’s become a familiar stranger to you with the eternal bed hair, cat like eyes, and pearly whites, you suppose adding one more reason to love the holiday mornings can’t hurt too much.

“I guess this is the part where I tell you season’s greetings?” he laughs, catching your eye.

“I guess,” you respond with a smile shot his way.

He's quick to return it too, as he brings his mug up to his lips and takes a slow sip of his drink. You catch a whiff of peppermint and chocolate—a smell familiar.

Then he smiles at you in a way that you can’t seem to connect to anything from your memories. It was then that you decide to add it to the fact that his smile was to become a new kind of familiar.

“So I guess I’ll be seeing you for breakfast more often now,” Kuroo comments, snapping you out of the momentary daze you found yourself stuck in.

“Yeah,” you smile, taking a sip from your own mug.

You could get used to this.

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lokigayforhela · 4 years

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ooo i have a couple for the halloween drabbles: 1. maybe hela isn't familiar with halloween and reader has to explain it and trick or treaters knock on the door and Hela is confused but its ~cute~ 2. sexy costumes nsfw lmao

thank you! I wanted to keep these as two separate little fics, so I’ll write and upload the costume one later. I might combine it with one of my other prompts, too, possibly, if it works? We’ll see. But I hope you enjoy this one~

Fall was your favorite season. The crisp air, the brightly-colored leaves, the Halloween decorations. Everything came together so perfectly, and as soon as the calendar hit September first, every year, without fail, you dragged out your large storage box of Halloween decorations and set about putting them all up.

It was with a handful of fake cobwebs and an adornment of several completely different Halloween accessories on various body parts that you greeted Hela as she came in from having lunch with her brothers, and you could tell from her expression that she was both lost and a little concerned.

“Hey... How was lunch?“

Hela only blinked one in confusion, and your attempt at nonchalance was immediately dashed. “...what are you doing? And what is all this?” She gestured to a few of the decorations you’d already put up, including, but not limited to, a garland of ghosts, a bat hanging from the ceiling fan, and more pumpkins than you could count on both hands scattered around the room.

“...it’s Halloween.“

“Come again?“

It was moments like these that reminded you that Hela, having been raised on Asgard, had absolutely no idea about most Midgardian traditions, and you realized you’d have a lot of explaining to do with this one.

“...come help me with these webs and I’ll explain.“

Hela still looked extremely confused, but she obediently set down her bag and crossed over to you, mimicking your motions as you pulled the web apart to stretch it out for Optimal coverage.

“Halloween is a holiday that we have here on Midgard. It dates back to thousands of years ago. The Celtics believed that on All Hallows’ Eve, the line between the living and the dead blurred, and so they would wear costumes on that night, to sort of... fit in with the ghosts so they wouldn’t be scared, I think? Something like that. It’s been a while since I read up on my Halloween history, but you get the general gist of it, and regardless, the traditions have changed over time.“

Hela nodded slowly. “And... what does any of that have to do with... this?” She held up some of the web, and you laughed softly.

“Well, some people like to decorate for Halloween. There’s all sorts of things you can do. You can put up plastic or fake decorations like these, people carve pumpkins, they dress up and host Halloween parties with bobbing for apples and alcohol, which is not a good mix, if you ask me. Some people like Halloween so much that they make it their lifestyle, kinda. Remember how I explained to you what Goths were when people asked if you were one?“

Hela nodded, and you smiled a little.

“Kinda like that.“

Hela said nothing as you gestured for her to move over to the bedroom so you could tuck the cobwebs around the corners to cover the front of it. “...so you’re one of those people that likes Halloween a lot then?”

You laughed softly. “I suppose I am, yes. I don’t keep all of my decorations up year-round, but... now that we have this nice place all to ourselves, I might keep some of it up. If you’d like that, I mean.”

Hela smiled gently, an expression reserved solely for you. “”If it makes you happy, then that makes me happy.”

You couldn’t not kiss her when she was being so sweet, and when you drew back, you smiled. “Come on. I’ll show you what else I have.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Over the course of the next two months, you fully embraced the Halloween spirit, both because it was Your Season, and also so that Hela could experience everything that made Halloween Halloween. You took her to corn mazes, and to haunted houses, and let her try apple cider and pumpkin spice lattes, and Hela enjoyed every moment of it.

But it wasn’t until Halloween night, when you were both dressed in your costumes, you as a witch and Hela as a cat, because it was the Most you could get her to dress up, and even then, she’d seemed to only do it please you, when you heard the doorbell ring and headed for the door with a bucket of candy that you realized you hadn’t explained everything as Hela looked at you quizzically.

“...what are you doing?“ she asked, watching from down the hall as you opened the door and greeted a group of trick-or-treaters, all dressed up and cheerfully holding out their bags.

You waited until they had left before you turned to Hela. “...this is called trick-or-treating. I can’t believe I forgot to explain trick-or-treating, the practical hallmark of Halloween.”

Hela quirked an eyebrow, and you huffed out a laugh. “Ah... So on Halloween night, children dress up, like we are, and they go from door to door to get candy.” You tossed Hela a little Snickers from the bowl of candy. “...do you want to do the next one?”

“...I don’t know...“ Hela wasn’t usually one to be uncertain, but you’d noticed it happened most often when it came to something new, and you always encouraged Hela to step out of her comfort zone, even when it came to the most mundane of practices.

“It’s really easy. We’ll set up a couple of chairs outside the door and take turns. I’ll go first, so you can see what to do, okay?“ You reached for her hand and kissed it gently as she nodded.

“....alright.“

It didn’t take long for the next round of trick-or-treaters to come around, and you smiled softly at Hela as they approached and you offered them their candy after they greeted you. You passed the bowl to Hela in preparation for the next group, and encouraged her softly when they came up to her, smiling when Hela seemed to relax, as well when she realized how nice the children were.

“See? Not so bad.“

“...not so bad.“

For hours, the two of you sat out on your doorstep and handed out candy, complimenting costumes and waving at babies as different families came and went, and by the time you got ready to head inside for the night, you couldn’t help but notice the smile on Hela’s face.

“...fun, right?“ You smiled as you locked the door behind yourself, watching as Hela sat the chairs back at the dining room table.

“...lots of fun. Can we do it again?“

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “We get to do this every year.”

Hela smiled impossibly more, and you felt your heart absolutely melt at the sight. “I can’t wait.”

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