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hellodarling1357 · 11 months ago

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Could I request Cassian taking care of sick reader? Love your writing!

Sick Days - Cassian x Reader

Of course you can!

I've just realised every fic I've posted the past week has had Cassian in the kitchen cooking, clearly I have a type

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The sunlight filtering through the crack in the curtains had you groaning and shoving your head further into your pillow – well, Cassian’s pillow. You were currently sprawled across the bed, burying yourself into his scent and longing for the warmth he had left behind.

With another groan, you forced yourself to sit up, blankets heaping into a pile around your waist, as you blearily blinked and looked around the room in a stunned manner. The pounding in your head was throwing you off but you knew for certain that, despite the closed curtains, the light peaking through meant it was well past morning and you had somehow slept for a few too many hours and missed training.

You heaved yourself up, stumbling over the sheets that wrapped around your feet and made your way to the bathroom. The splash of cold water on your face helped to clear the haze that encompassed your mind, but you still found yourself blinking back at your reflection with a frown – you looked like shit.

Bloodshot, glassy eyes framed by dark circles and a sallow, pale complexion stared back at you. A shudder ran through your body and you felt physically pained at the mere thought of getting dressed.

Still, you should at least try to do something productive with your day.

*****

Clumsily wrapping your dressing gown around yourself, you headed towards the kitchen, thinking that maybe some food would get you feeling right again. Your heart softened as you walked into the brightly lit space, finding your mate with his back to the doorway as he put together his usual post-training breakfast.

“Well good morning, sleepy head,” he greeted, still with his back turned but obviously sensing you were there.

You made a noncommittal noise in response as you slumped onto one of the bench stools and continued to watch Cassian potter around the kitchen.

“I tried getting you up this morning,” he continued, “but you wouldn’t budge. Figured it was best to let you catch up on some sleep rather than get my head bit off about it later.”

He turned to you then with a teasing smile that quickly changed to one of concern as he took in your appearance and miserable expression.

“What’s wrong?” Breakfast long forgotten, Cassian was by your side in an instant, but you just brushed him off.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled back, “Think I just slept weirdly or something.”

Still looking at you with a worried expression, Cassian let you sit in silence for a minute as he got you a glass of water, encouraging you to take at least a few sips despite your reluctance. It did help, but the coughing fit that hit you afterwards took you back a step or two. Cassian ran soothing circles across your back, eyes full of concern.

“Y/N,” Another set of coughs before he continued, “Sweetheart, you’re sick. Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Cass, I’m fine. Besides, got things to do today.” You refused to accept that you could be sick, making a show of giving him a big, thoroughly unconvincing smile as if to prove it.

“You’re not fine. Go back to bed, or run a bath if you think it’ll help. I’ll let Rhys know we’re both off the next few days.”

You grabbed his hand as he made to turn away, no doubt to find Azriel to let him know as well.

“Please, I am fine. It’s just a small cold if anything. Stop fussing over me. I’ve got to– “A tickle in your throat set off another fit of coughs. “I’ve got to go finish off some work.”

And with that you quickly walked out of the kitchen before he could convince you otherwise and made your way to the small office you used in the House of Wind to finish off said paperwork.

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Cassian let out a sigh as you left. You had been together for over three centuries, he knew exactly how this would pan out and knew there was no point in telling you what to do; firstly, you would refuse the fact that you were sick until it hit you full blast and you were barely functioning then, still in denial, you would claim that you were “just a little bit sleepy” and end up curled up against him for the next few days feeling completely miserable.

So, no. Cassian wouldn’t force you to go back to bed or to take a break while you still felt ‘fine’, if anything it would just make you even more determinedly stubborn. Instead, he set out doing little things that would help you in the long run; a pot of soup simmering away on the stove top, impromptu massages, cups of water, and lots and lots of tea.

Azriel had cleared out upon hearing you were unwell. For starters, he didn’t want to get sick, and, despite loving you dearly, he also knew what a pain in the ass you could be when you were unwell and decided that it was Cassian’s problem to deal with.

With the supply run done, and instructions for the house set in place, Cassian started on his ‘get-Y/N-resting’ routine by knocking on your office door to ask if you wanted to have lunch with him out on the balcony. Finding that you had started to lose focus on your work, absolutely not because you were sick, of course, you agreed and followed him out. Cassian smiled to himself; he could tick off food and fresh air for now.

An hour later, he knocked on your door again, steaming cup of tea in hand that he set down beside you, checking over the desk and noting that the house had been filling up the jug of water as you drank it. Good.

“What’re you working on?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of you head as he stood behind you, hands coming up to your shoulders as he started to kneed away the tension.

“Just some… paperwork.” You had already forgotten what you had been trying to read for the past 15 minutes, having barely gotten past the first two sentences before attempting to process the information all over again. Shutting your eyes, you lent your head back against him and focused on the way his fingers felt as they massaged your shoulders and neck.

“Riveting stuff.”

“Hmm.” Was all you could think to reply.

Cassian gave your shoulders a final squeeze, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before taking his leave.

*****

For the next hour, Cassian gave you your space and attempted to catch up on some of his own paperwork, one eye steadily watching the clock. When the hands ticked over to a random 17 minutes past the hour, so as not to cause any suspicion, he jumped back up and grabbed the fresh mug of tea the house had made appear beside him.

He cautiously poked his head into the office when his knock had received no answer, heart fluttering at the sight of you face first on the desk, a slight snore escaping you. Quietly placing the mug down, Cassian crossed the room and gently scooped you into his arms. He stilled when you stirred against him, finally continuing towards your bedroom when all you did was nuzzle your face closer against his chest, letting out a sigh as you took in his scent.

Cassian gently placed you on the bed, changing you into one of his old shirts that you loved to sleep in, before tucking the blankets tightly around you. He stripped down whilst properly shutting the blinds so no light could creep in and then made his way back to bed where he settled down beside you, absentmindedly playing with your hair as he reached out to Rhys and asked if he would be able to organise for Madja to put together a tonic for you.

“Cassie?” Your sleep filled voice had him looking down at you with concern; you only ever called him that when you were drunk or feeling really unwell.

“I’m here, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” You shuffled further into him, “Cassie, I’m not feeling well. I think I’m… I think I’m just gonna sleep for a bit.” You mumbled, causing him to smile slightly as he shifted further down the bed and wrapped his arms around you.

“Love you, Cassie.” He almost missed your whispered words that sent his heart beating at a rapid pace.

“I love you too, doll. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

*****

Feeling you beginning to stir beside him, Cassian carefully detached himself from your embrace and headed to the kitchen to put together a tray of everything you might possibly need including water, tea, tissues, crackers, bread, and soup. He quietly re-entered the bedroom, placing the tray on the small table before gently sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N?” You blinked up at him with a sleepy smile.

“Hi,” You croaked then frowned at the rasp in your voice, with a groan asking, “How long was I asleep?”

Cassian helped you sit up, piling the pillows behind your back so that you could comfortably lean against them.

“Just over five hours,” He watched you for a moment as you blinked the sleep from your eyes, opting for the glass of water he had set down next to you. “Feeling any better?”

“Mhm,” You replied, “I feel fi– “

“Please don’t say you feel fine,” Giving you a warning glance, Cassian picked up the bowl of soup. “Now, you either put away your pride and try to eat just a few mouthfuls of this, or I will sit here and feed it to you myself. Either way, you need to eat something.”

Grumbling, you took the bowl from him and reluctantly ate from it. You gave your mate a look, hoping to prove the point that you were, in fact, fine, but he just rolled his eyes at you and lent against the headboard, letting a comfortable silence fall.

However, the more food you ate, the worse you started to feel.

“Cass…” He was there in an instant, taking the bowl from you as he pressed a soothing hand against your forehead.

“Shit, you’re burning up. What do you need?” He was already guiding the glass of water to your lips before you had even needed to ask for it.

“Thanks,” you quietly said, missing the glazed look that took over Cassian’s eyes as he reached out to Rhys asking if he could drop off the tonic from Madja, he was not going to be leaving your side anytime soon.

Cassian placed the empty water glass on the bedside table and gently pulled you against him, arms wrapping tightly around you and running soothing trails up and down your back as you rested your head on his chest and let out a miserable sounding sigh.

“Rest, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that your eyes fluttered shut again, slowly falling into a deep sleep, lulled by the warmth and comfort of your mate.

*****

You weren’t sure how long you had been out when the sound of whispered voices from the other side of the door brought you back to consciousness. You had just sat up when Cassian reappeared, doing his best to close the door without disturbing you.

“Hi.”

He looked up, startled to find you awake. Smiling softly, Cassian made his way over, sitting on the side of the bed and placing a kiss to your forehead.

“Any better? You’ve got a bit of colour back.” He observed as he started fussing with the pillows and blankets around you.

You grabbed his hands to stop him from adjusting everything for the third time and asked, “Who was that?”

“Rhys. I asked him to drop off a tonic for you, from Madja. Here.” He removed the stopper from the bottle and handed it over to you, eyes assessing your expression for any sign of your previous I’m-not-sick-I’m-fine attitude. To his relief, you drank it without complaint, the slight grimace at the taste being the only sign of any discomfort.

You slumped back against the cushions, still holding onto Cassian’s hand as you looked around the room in disdain.

“I hate this.”

“I know.”

“No, really. It’s the worst.”

“And if you rest, and let me help you, you’ll be better in no time.”

Giving Cassian an unimpressed look, you let out another sigh. You were feeling a little bit better now that you had slept and eaten, but you still weren’t feeling great.

“What are you even doing here?” You suddenly asked.

Cassian almost looked offended at your comment, fixing you with a questioning raise of an eyebrow.

“I just mean… Why are you here, now you’re probably going to get sick too. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“You won’t get me sick. Well, you might, but I really don’t care. You’ll be here to look after me, right?” The wink he gave you had a small smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“So,” He continued, “for now, you’re going to let me take care of you–”

“You already have been.” You interjected; Cassian brushed your comment away and pressed a chaste kiss to your hand.

“And part of me taking care of you is telling you that I love you, so, so much. While also being able to tell you that you’ve been in bed all day, and you’re starting to smell which is why I’m going to run you a bath and clean all of this up, so that everything is nice and fresh for when we cuddle later.”

Ignoring his jibe about you, apparently, smelling, you teased back, “I wonder what all of your soldiers would think about you, their brave, strong, fearless General, putting aside time to cuddle.” It didn’t quite hit the mark when you burst into a fit of coughs that had you letting out a small whimper in annoyance.

“I think,” Cassian said, helping you get out of bed once you had caught your breath, “they would be incredibly impressed after realising I’ve had to deal with your stubborn ass for the past 300 years.”

You poked your tongue out at him but still gratefully took his arm and let him guide you to the bathroom when your head began to spin at the sudden movement.

Helping you to undress and then lowering you into the warm water, Cassian kissed the top of your head and said, “I’ll be right back.”

You could hear him moving about in the bedroom and you willed your eyes shut as you listened to him, deeply breathing in the steam and the smell of the soothing bath oils.

Cassian re-entered the bathroom, placing a pair of your coziest pajamas on the bench before kneeling behind you where he softly started to wash your hair. More than content to relax into the soothing feeling of his fingers working their way through your scalp, you lent into his hands and let your mind empty, only moving when you were prompted to “move forward a little bit” or to “sit up” as your mate continued to help bathe you.

Sleep started to wash over you again as the tonic kicked in, sensing this, Cassian helped you out of the bath, drying and dressing you, before he picked you up and carried you over to bed. He helped you lean against his chest so that he could comb through you wet hair, the only noise filling the room were the soft noises you made at the feel of it.

“You’re too good to me,” You sighed once he had finished, resting your head against the pillow as you watched him get ready for bed, “thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips, despite your protest of not wanting to get him sick, and asked, “Can I do anything else?”

“Hold me?”

“Always.”

You closed your eyes as Cassian’s arms wrapped around you, content on letting yourself drift to sleep with Cassian slowly trailing off beside you.

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curscival · 3 months ago

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#9 Lend an Ear

[Written for FFXIV Write 2024! 820 words]

After Jacke finds Sinkur still working for pirates he opts to have a few words with the xaela.

“That all?” The roegadyn grunted, eyes trained on the horizon rather than the young xaela dropping a wooden crate down in front of him.

“Aye. Should be.” Sinkur responded, brushing his hands on his shirt and taking a step back from the box.

With a huff the roegadyn lifted the top off the crate and took a peak at its contents. Seeming to approve of the stock he let the lid shut and reached into his pockets, pulling out a chunk of gil and handing it to Sinkur who shoved it in his own pockets rather unceremoniously.

Without fuss the man lifted the crate and began to walk away, leaving Sinkur scrambling behind. “Oi, wait a minute will ya? How’s am I supposed to know when the next job’ll be?”

“Lower your voice.” The man scowled causing Sinkur to stop in place. “You’ll know when you’ll know. Now get lost ‘fore you get us both caught.” With a piercing glare the roegadyn turned the corner and left Sinkur alone by the docks.

He clicked his tongue and leaned against the wall, he’d have to find a place to sleep here soon and he doubted the gil he had would be enough to stay at an inn. With a sigh he glanced at the moon peeking out from the clouds and let his mind wander. It didn’t take long before his eyelids began to grow heavy with nothing but the sounds of waves to focus on.

“You still mingling with pirates, eh?” Jacke’s voice interrupted Sinkur’s quiet dozing, startling the xaela who pushed off the wall to face the leader of the rogues guild himself.

“By Azim ya scared the shite outta me! The hells you doing here?”

“I ought ta be the one askin’ that.” Jacke sighed “I thought I bloody carved it in ta yas skull by now. Ye can’t be doing business with that lot any more.”

Sinkur scoffed “What? Ya gonna kick me from the guild or somethin’? I need gil, nothin’ more.”

“Not from them ya don’t.” The rogue crossed his arms “What happened to talkin’ with Baderon? He’s got jobs a plenty! Don’t tell me ye worked just to spend it all on a pint or two.”

“Like hells I did! That damn adventurers guild pays shite!” He snarled, tail whipping back and forth. “Ye know damn well pirates give the best pay an’ I’m sick an’ tired of lookin’ for places to sleep!” Sinkur growled taking a few steps forward until he towered over the hyur.

But Jacke didn’t flinch.

“What I know is you’ll end up in drownin’ in Limsa’s underbelly. An’ as your bleedin’ Captain I won’t be seein’ any of my crew washed up the shores of the coast.”

Sinkur’s eyes narrowed, but he opted to take a step back. Truthfully he was more intimidated of Jacke than the man would ever be of him. “Like hells I will. I’ve dealt with pirates plenty.”

“Aye, but ‘ere in ‘orzea they play by a different set o’ rules.” He sighed “Listen Sinkur I don’t jus let anyone join with us rogues. Ye gotta have somethin’ about ya, somethin’ special. ’S why I’m soft when it comes to my crew.” Each word he spoke with a certain firmness, as if he could convince anyone he’d never been wrong a day in his life.

After a pause he cracked a smile and shoved the xaela slightly “So why didn’t ya jus’ say somethin’? I’ll have you hankered down in the guild in no time! Hells, I’m sure we’ve got blankets around there!”

“Eh?” Sinkur gaped “Just like that? I’ve barely been a rogue but a week or so!”

“What did I jus’ say? You're a part of my crew aint you? Though we aint no inn it’s damn better than nothin’.” He shrugged before turning to look Sinkur in the eye, his expression hardening. “But I need ya ta stop messin’ with that lot. I can’t have ya dyin’ over some bleedin’ gil.”

Sinkur glanced aside. “Fine. But if I have ta deliver another damn message for Baderon I’ll find my own ocean ta drown in.”

Jacke let out a hearty laugh “Oh I’m sure ye will! Why did ye think I recommended adventurin’? I’m sick of ‘im askin’ favors everytime I want a drink!”

“Oi! Can it will ya?!” Sinkur glared at the man, mouth slightly agape.

“I’m jus’ havin’ a laugh, though now I’ve gone and got myself thirsty. Hows about we go get ourselves a pint?”

“Suppose if your payin.” He huffed, any remnants of genuine angry fizzling off completely.

“Well now you’re jus’ playin’ on my softness, eh?” The guildmaster grinned and began walking towards the Drowning Wench, waiting for Sinkur to follow suit. “Can’t say I’d mind if ye tell ol’ Jacke about them pirates from where you're from. The Ruby Sea was it?”

“Aye, I could do that.”

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mandelirious · 2 years ago

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Brown Eyes

Part 5: The Kid

modern din x reader; coffee shop au

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i know it’s been absolutely forever but life has been rough over here 😵‍💫 HOWEVER i missed these two so much and i’m finally glad to be getting the next chapter out there!! as always, comments and reblogs are much appreciated!! 💕

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You developed something of a routine with Din. He called you most nights after putting Grogu to sleep. Usually he caught you just coming home from work and was happy to keep you company while you went about making dinner–his voice echoing on speakerphone between the sounds of chopping and sizzling. Or microwaving, if you were too tired to bother with anything else. The conversations felt like an exploration. Each of you was slowly learning more about the other in a delicate game of give and take. Din was honest and sincere, but you could hear the effort it took in some of his words and the way he reflexively steered questions back to you. He was not a person used to talking about himself.

There wasn’t a chance for another date for a few weeks. Between both of your work schedules and Peli’s availability to babysit, it was difficult to find the time. Still, he did swing by the coffee shop once or twice to flash you a charming smile and let his fingers linger over yours for a beat too long when you handed him his drink. As impatient as you were feeling to actually get some time together again, you had to admit that the anticipation was kind of…nice. It had been too long since you had something to look forward to.

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“Please tell me you’re free Friday night.” It wasn’t Din’s usual phone greeting, but it did have you immediately grinning.

“Depends on how good the offer is,” you teased, wedging your phone between your shoulder and cheek to free up a hand. He’d caught you while folding laundry.

You could hear his chuckle through the speakers. “Dinner? I’ll buy you dessert and everything,” he suggested. As if you needed any convincing.

“You’ve said the magic words.”

“Perfect.” You could hear the genuine excitement in his voice and couldn’t help but match it. Even when he asked about your very mundane day, the smile didn’t leave your lips.

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The steam from your shower was still hanging in the air when you heard your phone begin to buzz from the other room. You were just able to pad out of the bathroom and swipe it from its precarious place on the edge of your nightstand before it went tumbling to the ground. Din’s name flashing on the screen made your eyebrows knit together. He wasn’t supposed to pick you up for another few hours. Answering the call, you were immediately greeted with the sound of a high pitched cry loud enough for you to reflexively pull the speaker away from your ear with a wince.

“Din?”

“Shit.” There was rustling on the other end of the call followed by Din saying your name in the most anxious tone you’d ever heard from him. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t come tonight. Grogu is sick.”

“Oh.” You tried to mask your disappointment as well as you could. You’d waited this long, what were a few more days? “Don’t worry about it. Is he okay?”

“I think it’s just an ear infection.” Another cry cut through the background and Din sighed. “I really am sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

You dropped onto your bed, pushing the outfit you’d already picked out to the side. “It’s okay, Din. I promise.”

He was clearly trying to calm Grogu down on his side of the call with a barely audible soothing tone. It seemed to work momentarily before the fussing started up again.

“I really need to get him some medicine.” There was a heavy sigh accompanying Din’s words that made your heart clench. “Peli’s already gone somewhere and I’m not waiting for Postmates so I’ve got to try and get him to the drugstore without deafening the whole neighborhood.” Another sigh. “I’m sorry, this isn’t your problem. I’ll call you later, okay?”

You weren't sure if it was because your friends had been right all along and you really were too nice or if you were already gone for this man, but the words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I could get it. I mean–if you want. I’m faster than Postmates and you won’t have to drag him out while he’s uncomfortable.”

There was an uncomfortable pause long enough to make you wonder if he’d heard you before Din spoke again, “You don’t have to do that.” There was enough hesitation in his voice to make you question if that was what he really wanted to say. You’d been dancing around the subject of Grogu since you’d met and maybe this was just another one of his protective walls built around the child you knew nothing about.

“I don’t have to,” you agreed, “but I’d like to if it would help.” He still had an out if he wanted it–an out you fully expected him to take as you waited in another few seconds of silence.

“I can send you my address,” was the reply you got instead. Still hesitant, but with a definite softness that hadn’t been in his tone before. “Thank you. Seriously.”

With instructions on which infant pain reliever to get and many more thank yous, the call ended. The date outfit on your bed was switched for jeans and your comfiest sweater and soon you were in the car on your way to the closest drug store, and to Din.

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Din opened the door, looking flustered in a way you’d never seen him before. His hair was its usual mess of curls, though now wilder like he’d been raking his hands through it. There were nerves written clearly on his handsome face, and you had a feeling they were all centered on the little bundle currently squirming against his shoulder. Of course you knew that he was responsible for a baby, but knowing it and seeing him cradle a fussy little boy were two different things. The sight made your heart skip a little as you stood holding bags in each arm.

“Thank you for this.” He cut off your train of thought and pushed the door open wider for you to step inside. A quick glance around gave you the impression of a typical–if sparse–bachelor apartment that was currently invaded with baby supplies. You set down the bags on the bar counter of his small kitchen, suddenly feeling unsure as Din watched you with a strange look on his face. He’d just noticed the greasy bag of fast food you’d set next to the medicine.

“I was getting hungry so I thought you might be too.” You made your tone light, trying to soothe the anxious lines on his forehead.

He seemed to notice only then that he was staring. “Thank you,” he said for maybe the twentieth time that day, looking into your eyes and sounding far more serious than a bag of fries warranted.

You were still searching for something in Din’s eyes when Grogu broke the silence and those eyes turned back to him. “I know, buddy,” his father whispered, patting him on the back softly before his cries could grow again. “Let me get some medicine in him and then we can do proper introductions.” He flashed what looked like his first smile of the day. It was small and tired, but a smile nonetheless.

Your lips quirked up in response. “Bathroom?”

“Down the hall on the right. Make yourself at home.”

The rest of the apartment you could see on the short walk to the bathroom was just as sparse as the entrance had been. Business finished, you started back towards where Din’s soft voice was filtering down the hall when something caught your eye through an open door.

It looked like it had once been something of an office. There was a desk pushed against the opposite wall, scattered with papers and an open laptop. The shelf next to the desk had random items on display–a collection of photos, models of sports cars and intermittent stacks of books. You took a few steps into the room, curious to see the titles Din kept on his shelf. Farther in, you could see that baby supplies were slowly taking over this space as well–packages of diapers sat stacked against a wall with a collapsed playpen. What caught your eye though was another shelf next to the door. This one had more books lining the shelves and a motorcycle helmet sitting on top of it like a display. You could see some dust had gathered on the helmet’s dark reflective surface, but your attention was more focused on the large gash running down the left side. The shell of the helmet had been cracked open, jagged edges revealing the padding underneath. Long scratches marred the side as well where the road had clearly scraped off the helmet’s surface in a slide. Seeing it gave you a pit in your stomach, but you strangely couldn’t look away.

“It’s a reminder.”

You glanced up to where Din had joined you in the room, a little startled by his voice. Grogu was still laying against his shoulder, slightly less fussy now. Din nodded at the helmet that had captured your attention.

“I was young and stupid,” he said. You winced at the thought that his head was inside that when it cracked open. “I’ve watched a lot of people get too cocky and forget how dangerous the work is. It’s my reminder to stay smart.”

You glanced back at the helmet and then met his gaze, tilting your head curiously. “You’re not what I expected.”

Your words seemed to throw him off guard and a small self-conscious smile grew on his lips. “Is that a good thing?”

Pretending to think it over, you stepped towards the doorway where he was leaning. His hand was rubbing up and down the baby’s back and you doubted he was even aware that he was making the soothing gesture. As you got closer, his smile shifted to be more relaxed, seeming to have caught on that you were teasing him with your fake deliberation. “I’m still making up my mind.”

Din raised an eyebrow but the amused smile was still on his lips. “Anything I can do to help?”

The two of you were close enough now for you to lean against the side of the doorframe opposite to him and his broad figure took up enough space so you could feel the pleasant heat emanating from his skin. Brown eyes dropped distractedly down to your lips and you grinned, pushing against the doorframe behind you to press your mouth to his. The surprised intake of breath from Din was just as sweet as the kiss. You pulled back after only a moment, basking in the soft look in his eyes–close enough to see the light from the hallway reflected in them. “That helps,” you said, the words coming out more breathless than you meant.

“Good to know.” His voice was quiet as well, like the two of you were sharing a secret. His gaze flicked down again and something almost like insecurity flickered over his features, like he still wasn’t sure if this casual affection was allowed yet. The fact that you hadn’t leaned out of his space seemed to make up his mind and he leaned in for another kiss. This one was cut short by the soft gurgling of the baby on his shoulder. You’d almost forgotten that Grogu was there.

“Oh right.” It seemed maybe Din had forgotten as well. “This is Grogu and he is usually in a very good mood.” He bounced the boy softly in his arms, angling him towards you and completing the introduction with your name. Tiny brown eyes stared at you for just a moment before his attention turned to grabbing at DIn’s shirt. You were treated to another smile as your gaze flicked back up and DIn tilted his head down the hall. “Let’s eat.”

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Either the medicine has started to work or the baby had just worn himself out by the time you finished your food and moved to talking on Din’s small couch. He got up to put Grogu to bed, returning with a baby monitor that he set on the coffee table between you. Another long sigh left his mouth as he seemed to melt back into the cushions, both hands sliding over his face. “Thank you for the dinner…and for being here.” His words were slightly muffled by the hands still covering his face.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me.”

The hands dropped as he peeked your direction with a teasing smile. “Get used to it.”

You rolled your eyes and were treated to one of his quiet laughs.

“I grew up in foster care.”

You tried not to let the surprise show on your face at this seemingly random admission. Din has his eyes fixed on the sleeping form of Grogu, nose scrunched up slightly like he was thinking hard about the words he was letting go. You kept silent and gave him the space to find what he wanted to say.

“Most of the houses I ended up in, th-they weren’t great. There were always too many kids and too little room, or food, or…patience.” He looked down at his lap, picking an invisible piece of lint off of his jeans. His gaze was very pointedly not on you, like seeing your eyes as you listened would make the words too heavy to come out. “When I was sixteen I moved somewhere different. They were good people–a family. I owe nearly everything I am to them.”

Din stood, although his story clearly wasn’t over. You kept your silence as he moved to the kitchen, still clearly lost in thought. You waited as he opened the fridge and soon heard the unmistakable clink of bottles. His hand lifted up a beer in a silent question that you answered with an equally silent nod. After popping off the top of each bottle he settled back on the couch next to you. The action seemed to have helped steady him somewhat–he looked more assured as you took the drink and brought it to your lips.

“I visit when I can.” He started again after taking a sip from his own bottle, “I was there earlier this year and they were taking care of him.” Here he nodded towards the sleeping baby and an emotion passed over his face that you couldn’t quite pin down. “They said they were too old–didn’t have the energy for a baby anymore but there was no one else in the area that could take him yet.” He sighed and passed a hand over his face. “I spent the weekend helping them with him and…something happened. The kid liked me. It wasn’t the first time I’d helped them take care of a baby, but it was the first time I felt that–I don’t know, connection? All I know is that I was getting ready to come back home and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Here was this kid whose parents had died and he had no one. He was about to be thrown into the same shitshow that I had to grow up in.”

The tanned skin on Din’s knuckles was white from the vice-like grip he had on the beer bottle. Almost without thinking you reached out, cutting through the sudden haze of anger surrounding him to place your hand on the warm skin of his forearm. Din looked up at you for the first time since he’d started talking. He looked more unsure than you’d ever seen him.

“My foster parents helped get me connected to the right people and a month and a half later, I was a licensed caregiver with a baby.” He dropped his eyes, but his arm moved up enough to catch your hand in his. His next words were said so quietly that you had to lean in to hear them. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but…I can make sure he has the best life he can. I mean, until they find him a permanent family.” Those last words took you by surprise and you found yourself glancing at the man next to you. The way he talked about Grogu, the way he’d looked at him…

You squeezed his hand in yours, wondering if Din even knew how he would react to having to let the child go.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #brown eyes #my fics

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stevecoven · 2 years ago

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⭐️ for the directors cut thing, tell us whatever juicy details you have on the fic of your choice 🫶

Ask for a Director's Cut/deep dive of one of my fics!

I don’t have a ton of super juicy fics out at the moment (more to come) but here’s some Steve lore from go back to bed, love about how he treats work/taking time to rest

“But nothing , mister. You’ve worked like ten hours a day for the past two weeks without any breaks.”

“Three weeks, actually.” Steve corrects them instinctively then winces at how big that number is.

“Exactly! You're exhausted. You’ve been complaining about your back for ages but it won’t get any better if you don’t actually stop working.” As if on cue, Steve’s back - lasting damage from an old injury - twinged painfully. Lying in bed, nestled in the pillows, he realises just how much his whole body aches, actually. He figures it’s probably felt like that for a while, he just hasn’t had the time to stop and actually notice it.

“And,” Murph continues, “I hardly get to see you. You’ve barely said a word to me the past few nights, you come back super late and just go straight to bed.” Murph sticks their lower lip out in a pout. “I bought new underwear the other day and you didn’t even notice.”

“You did-?! Oh, babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Steve sinks further into the pillows and pressed a hand to his face. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so wrapped up in this build, I haven’t been thinking about anything else.”

The tendril has stopped fussing now, content with burying Steve as much as possible, and gives Steve a cheeky caress on the cheek before retreating back into its original form. With two perfectly formed arms again, Murph puts down the last almost-neatly folded shirt and looks over at him, more worry in their eyes than annoyance. “You gotta take a rest day, buddy. Please. You’re not in the Emperor's Coven anymore, you don’t have to work yourself to death like that. Nobody's going to yell at you for taking a day off every once in a while.”

The mound of pillows and blankets are silent for a moment. “It’s a hard habit to break, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know. And I know your work’s important, it’s great that you’re so into it, but you’re important too. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.” Murph’s voice is tinged with genuine concern and Steve’s heart pangs with guilt.

Steve sighs. “Yeah, I know you’re right,” he says, a little reluctant to admit it. “That sleep was the best I’ve had in ages, I guess I really did need it.” Now that he’s back in his cosy nest of blankets, Steve’s eyes are starting to feel droopy again. “M’sorry I made you worry about me. And that I made you feel lonely. I guess I didn’t think about that.”

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Steve is a chronic overworker, even after he’s left the coven. Once the initial chaos post-Collector has calmed down and people slowly return to normal life, he joins the Constructionist’s Guild as one of their Buildmasters and helps with the more long-term restoration and rebuilding projects on this Isles; not just people’s homes and public buildings, but also historical sites that were neglected or even demolished under Belos’ rule. This includes old temples from the Savage Ages, which would have been forbidden for worshipping the primitive and uncivilised ways of wild magic. I want to write a bit more about my ideas of them some time soon, and get Lilith involved as well for the historical aspect

I can see Steve going two ways after leaving the coven; either he just embraces the ability to do Nothing and relishes in being a little bit lazy and slobby and taking things at a chill pace (how I write canon timeline!Steve) or he throws himself into his work and gets a little bit consumed by it (how I write Sturphy!Steve). He still carries a lot of guilt over what he did, directly or indirectly, as a member of the Emperor’s Coven and he desperately wants to redeem himself by helping other people as much as he can. He feels that by helping to repair the damage caused by Belos he can make up for his past mistakes, and help him come to terms with it a little better. He is also incredibly used to working horrendous hours in awful conditions, constantly being berated by his superiors and asked to do impossible tasks (jump into that chasm, Steve). Sick days were not a thing that existed, you either worked or got punished, no matter how ill or injured you were. A normal 40 hour week feels like nothing to him and he always feels like he could be doing More. He doesn’t want to stop and relax while there’s still work to be done, if not in part because then he can no longer keep himself busy enough to keep his thoughts at bay and stop his worries creeping up on him. As long as he’s working, he’s distracted, and his other problems can be ignored. Not something his therapist would be particularly pleased to hear about.

Steve was like this with his schoolwork too, so Murph knows the patterns and spots them early. They also recognise them from their father, who was also a tireless overworker who spent many days, sometimes weeks, away from home on Construction projects, leaving a teenage Murph in the house all by themselves. In the months leading up to his departure for the Emperor’s Castle and subsequent imprisonment and execution, Murph and Flint barely saw each other and Murph will always regret not being able to spend more time with him. They don’t want the same thing to happen between them and Steve where they end up drifting apart. Steve will have immediately made this connection as soon as Murph points it out, and he’ll remember just how miserable and lonely Murph was every time their dad left for another job, worried he might never come back. He knows how much their dad meant to them, and how much they hate feeling lonely, and he’s horrified at the revelation that he’s ended up doing the exact same thing to them all over again. Murph isn’t mad at him, they’re glad Steve seems to have found his calling and is doing a really good job (in the same field of work as Flint as well. He would have been so proud of Steve), they just don’t want to see him work himself down to the bone anymore. Steve’s guilt over his relapse into bad habits and the fact that his poor back Really Does Hurt are what finally make him stop and realise he needs to chill out. He still works hard from then on, but he’s a lot stricter about not doing overtime/volunteering for extra shifts when he doesn’t need to.

I also have the half-finished scraps of another fic somewhere that also covers Steve’s post-canon work life and how he’s treated by society as an ex-scout, and it looks a little bit more at that idea of using work as a way to distract him from his guilt and worries. Maybe I’ll dig it out and finish it soon!

#replies #the owl house #toh steve #fic #steve #murph #a coven just for two #covenposting

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jamscandraw · 2 years ago

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Domestic Sleepy Sturphy 13 (either one!)

(Thank you!! I went for the “waking up” one :) Send me a sleepy writing prompt + a platonic/romantic pairing)

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Steve is pulled from the cosy embrace of sleep by a rustling noise near at hand. His bleary eyes can just about recognise the outline of Murph sat on the bed beside him, pile of unfolded laundry in their lap. Their ears flick at the sound of him shifting beneath the sheets and they turn towards him.

"Oh! Good morning, sleepyhead." They loom over him to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you up, sorry.”

Steve’s eyes are still struggling to adjust. The curtains are half open and warm sunlight is streaming in, painting yellow squares of light across the walls. It’s bright. Way too bright for this early in the morning.

“What time is it?” He mumbles, propping himself up on one elbow and trying to wipe some of the grogginess from his eyes with a hand.

“Don’t look at the clock.”

Steve looks at the clock.

“Shit-! Murph, I’m an hour late for work! Why didn’t you-”

Suddenly no longer feeling sleepy, Steve rips the covers back and lurches upright, ready to leap out of bed and scramble into some semblance of readiness. But Murph is quick on the draw too, and he doesn’t even set one foot on the carpet before their forearm becomes a thick purple tendril that catches him across the chest and shoves him - gently - back down into the mattress. Murph doesn’t even look up from their laundry-folding as the tendril shifts into a more dainty, dexterous form, and starts tucking him back into bed and rearranging the pillows.

“I already called Mason, it’s fine. You don’t have to go in today.”

“Wh- But-”

“But nothing, mister. You’ve worked like ten hours a day for the past two weeks without any breaks.”

“Three weeks, actually.” Steve’s voice comes from somewhere between two pillows.

“Exactly! You're exhausted. You barely said a word to me last night after you got back late and went straight to bed.” The tendril has stopped fussing now, and gives Steve a cheeky caress on the cheek before retreating back into its original form. Murph puts down the last almost-neatly folded shirt and looks over at him. “You gotta take a rest day, buddy. You’re not in the coven anymore, you don’t have to work yourself to death like that. Nobody's going to yell at you for taking a day off.”

The pillows are silent for a moment. “It’s a hard habit to break, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know. And I know your work’s important, but so are you. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.”

Steve sighs. “Yeah, I know you’re right. That sleep was the best I’ve had in ages, I guess I really did need it.” Now that he’s back in his cosy nest of blankets, Steve’s eyes are starting to feel droopy again. “M’sorry I made you worry about me.”

“Nah, it’s okay.” Murph drops the pile of laundry onto the floor and flops down on the bed next to Steve, wrapping an arm around him. “I was going to talk to you about it anyway, but when you slept through all your alarms this morning I figured some drastic action was needed. Mason’s chill about it, by the way. Said you can have a few days if you want. That old temple isn’t going to fix itself any time soon, it’ll still be there waiting for you when you go back.”

Steve rolls onto his side and settles into the embrace. “But we were gonna do the stained glass windows today,” he whined, a mock display of distress at being “forced” to stay at home.

“Then I’ll make sure they save one just for you,” says Murph as they lightly dust his face and hair with soft kisses. “How about you try and get a few more Zs, huh? Come find me when you’re hungry.”

#fanfiction #the owl house #toh oc #murph hearthstone #sturphy #a coven just for two #my ocs #steve tholomule

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warmblanketwhump · 2 years ago

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Love your writing! Could I request a scenario like this:

Person A and Person B are in a long distance relationship, and A is coming to visit B. By the time they get there, A isn’t feeling well, but tries to hide it since they rarely get to see B. And then B realizes and takes care of A

Have a great day!!

Thank you so much! Here you go! ☺️

The train screeches into the station and A stumbles off, wincing at the golden hour sunlight and scanning the crowd for B. Eventually, they spot B waving wildly in their direction, and B charges over and envelops them in a big bear hug.

“God, I’ve missed you,” B mumbles, burying their face in A’s shoulder. A returns the sentiment, ignoring how B’s hug aggravates the deep ache in their limbs. They’d woken that morning feeling sore and exhausted, but just chalked it up to being overtired from the busy week. Though that didn’t explain their sore throat, the pounding headache behind their eyes, or their inability to get warm during the train ride.

“There’s all sorts of different things we can do. I’ve been writing down ideas of some things I think you’d love. We probably can’t do all of them on this trip but we can certainly try…” B picks up A’s bag and goes on about a cool new restaurant, a park by their home, and several other hotspots downtown they could try during A’s long weekend with them. A tries to follow, but their vision is swirling and it’s hard to keep their balance.

“A? You with me?”

A blinks, shaking the fog from their vision. “Sorry, just spaced out for a second. Let’s try dinner at that place you mentioned.”

The first place they go is a beautiful rooftop restaurant, complete with string lights and soft jazz music. It’s the kind of place A would usually love - except they’re seated outside, and a cool breeze has picked up since the sun went down, sending shivers down their spine.

“You cold?” B asks with a frown as A wraps their arms around themselves and hunches their shoulders. “I can ask them to get us a spot out of the wind.”

A shakes their head - the place is packed, and they don’t want to cause a fuss. “I’m fine. Train car was cold on the way here.” Rubbing their arms, they scan the menu - they’re not particularly hungry, but they’re craving something that can warm them from the inside out and soothe their sore throat. When the waiter comes, they settle on soup and some hot tea.

After they both order, A and B start catching up on all that had happened since their last video call. A tries to stay engaged, but it’s so hard to think straight when all they can think of is how much the hard chair is making their cold bones ache, or how badly they want to curl up on the ground under the table and sleep. There’s also a buzzing sound in their head that won’t go away, and the string lights are suddenly too bright, their face is so hot, and B’s suddenly split in two…

“A? A!!” B’s panicked voice snaps them out of it, and A realizes they’ve nearly fully slumped over onto the table.

“Sorry, I…” They trail off, suddenly unable to find the words complete their sentence. They’re suddenly aware of feeling desperately cold all over, and the next breeze makes them shudder violently from head to toe.

“A, talk to me. What’s wrong?” B’s at their side next to their chair, kneeling down so they’re closer to A’s eye level.

A’s eyes just well up in tears, and a small sob escapes. Much as they tried to deny it, they’re sick. “B, I don’t feel good,” they whimper softly, voice cracking on the last word.

“Oh, love.” B immediately palms their forehead and feels their rising fever. Just then, the waiter arrives with their food.

“Excuse me. Would you be able to box that up and bring the check?” B smiles apologetically. “I think we may need a rain check for another night.”

The waiter nods in understanding and immediately scurries back, and A’s heart sinks. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” they moan softly, another shiver rippling down their spine.

“What? Why?” B immediately stands and sheds their own jacket, wrapping it around A.

“Because I thought…I thought I could just power through and feel better. And now I’m gonna ruin the whole weekend because we can’t do any of the fun things you want to do, and I…I…” the sobs and coughs choke them off, and B just pulls them into a hug.

“Shhhh. You’re okay. It’s okay.” B pulls back and thumbs away the tracks of tears on A’s flushed face. “You’re being silly, you know.”

“What?” B’s casual tone catches A off-guard - it’s not like them to disregard how they feel.

“A, the only thing I really want to do this weekend is see you. I want you to feel better, of course, and I love doing things with you. But you’re not ruining anything. You’re here, with me, and that’s all I need. And if our whole weekend is you curled up sick in my bed and me spoon feeding you medicine and watching terrible movies with you, then so be it.”

B’s words are so impossibly gentle, and their face is so earnest that A’s about to burst into tears again - but then the waiter returns with their boxed up food and the check. After leaving a generous tip, B helps A up, hoists A’s weekend bag over their shoulder, and guides them down to the street, insisting on hailing a cab against A’s weak protests that they can walk.

The protests prove to be a smokescreen, because once they’re in the car A collapses on B’s shoulder, and B wraps their arm around them and holds them close, gently rubbing their back.

“I wish I could see you more.” It’s a feverish yet honest admission from A - the days they were able to spend together were precious few, and they can’t shake the guilt of getting sick during them.

B squeezes their shoulders. “It’s only a little while longer. Just a few more months and you can move here for real.”

A nods. They’re counting down the days - a whole wall of sticky notes back in their room at home that decrease all too slowly.

“Wanna know the bright side of this?”

“Enlighten me,” A grumbles, huddling closer to B’s side, eyes scrunched closed.

“You could’ve been home, sick, all by yourself. Instead, you’re here with someone who knows all your favorites. Ginger tea, a quilt straight from the dryer, and someone to curl up next to and play with your hair.”

As much as A is determined to wallow, B has a point. “….fine. Thats the only good thing.” B just smiles and wraps their other arm around A. When they arrive home, B asks if A wants to take a shower first, but A shakes their head - they just want to go to bed.

A can barely keep their head up as B helps them change into their pajamas, shivering as their bare skin gets exposed to the cool air. Just as quickly, they’re back in a thermal shirt and a sweatshirt, and they stiffly collapse onto the mattress with a sigh and a sniffle, pulling the sheets up to their nose. B follows suit, pulling the quilt over them and adding an extra blanket on top for good measure.

“There. All snug. Do you want me to get you some tea? Or I could reheat your soup? Or-“

“Could you just…lay with me for a bit first?” A’s voice is soft, on the verge of pleading, and they’re suddenly aware of how much they really don’t want to be alone right now.

“Of course.” B slides onto the opposite side of the bed, wrapping their arms around A’s shoulders and pulling them to their chest, hand cradling the back of their head.

And despite feeling feverish and achy and pretty much miserable, A has to admit that if they had to be sick, this certainly isn’t the worst place to be.

#fever whump #sickfic #sickfic prompt #caretaking #whump prompt #this turned out much cuter than I planned #but I’m not mad about it

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redpandaramblings · 3 years ago

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 6

Part 1 Here

Next part Here

Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

Before Bakugou could reply, the jeweler came back into the room and handed Denki a piece of paper.

“All right sir, here is your receipt! Your ring should be ready in three days.”

“Thanks.” Denki shoved the receipt into his pocket, quickly making his way to the door. “See you around Bakubro. Don't want to be late for my shift.” The door closed behind him with a bang.

Bakugou wasn’t annoyed though. Now he could pick out the perfect ring for Y/N and not worry about Kaminari being nearby. Everyone knows Kami can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep all of this a secret.” Denki moaned into his hands. He was sitting with his head buried in his arms. Y/N reached across the table and gently petted his hair.

“I know what you mean, but I don’t think either of us are in a good position to start telling people.”

Y/n and Denki sat in a secluded corner of a dimly lit cafe. Both of them had this time free and both of them definitely needed to talk. They stood a lot less chance of anyone asking questions if they were just two friends getting lunch instead of them privately going to each other’s apartments.

Denki looked up, giving Y/N a wide eyed expression. “I know, but I wasn’t expecting Bakugou to show up when I was dropping off that abomination of a ring! I just was lucky the jeweler had already taken it to the back. You were right by the way, that thing is absolutely horrendous. Like, was the designer blind?”

Y/N snorted. “From what I’ve heard, great great grandpappy had a lot more money than brains and wanted to impress his omega by shoving as many stones onto a ring as possible.”

“No kidding. I think it can be seen from space.”

“Very likely.” Y/N chuckled before slumping back into her seat with a sigh. “Though I might have an idea about what Bakugou was doing there.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Y/N nodded with a sigh. “Yeah. When I got back he invited me to the summer festival. I’d forgotten about it.”

“Ah shit, yeah. Isn’t that your guys' anniversary?”

“Yep.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Of course he had to pick this time to actually celebrate. We haven’t gone or done anything… God, I think since he became a hero.”

“So you think he was getting a gift.” Denki sat back as the server came, placing your orders in front of each of you. You both murmured your thank yous and waited until the server was out of earshot before resuming your conversation.

“Yeah, he had to have been. Makes me feel terrible, but there wasn’t a good time to… Well…”

Y/n gestured between herself and Denki.

“Tell him that you’ve been betrothed to an omega of much superior looks, breeding, and manners?”

You gave Denki a little kick under the table as he cackled. He grinned cheekily as he poked at his food. “Sorry. Humor is my coping mechanism. I get it though. Timing sucks all the way around.”

You nodded, sighing and taking a bite of your own food. “Can’t say anything during his heat. Then his schedule was swamped, and I had to sort things out with you. Then bam, anniversary that for some reason he decided to remember this year.”

Denki snorted, popping a bite into his mouth. “That’s about the long and the short of it. And we haven’t even begun to figure out how to tell everyone we’ve not only accepted arranged betrothals, but that we’re engaged to each other.”

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping we could just move to Tahiti and never speak to our former friend groups ever again?”

“A valid possibility. But that means we’d have to learn French and maybe Tahitian. You know I only passed English because Hitoshi and his dad coached me.”

“Fair point.” You sighed heavily. “But I’m really not looking forward to these conversations.”

“They have to happen though. You might have some anonymity to hide behind, but I’d rather my friends not find out about our engagement when they see an article about Chargebolt getting married.”

“Really?” You smirked slightly. “Then you’re going to tell everyone at your agency, hmm?”

Denki kicked you under the table. “Shut up!”

You poked at your food again as the smile fell from your lips. “So… Did you get a chance to think about what I sent you?”

Kaminari nodded. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.”

“I thought about it a lot. I hate to leave the area, but it would be too awkward to stay here after everything.”

A few days ago you had sent Denki an email with a list of places that had job openings that would suit both of you. You both loved where you lived, but after everything, how could you stay? There’s no way the two of you could continue to keep living in the same apartment building as Bakugou. That would be cruel. Cruel to whom you didn’t quite want to think about. You spoke up again.

“Any place catch your eye?”

Kaminari nodded. “I was kind of thinking Okinawa. I have a few connections there. Decent distance from here and from our parents. And that would probably be the easiest transition.”

“Works for me.” You said, as if it wasn’t ripping your heart out to do this. It hurt. But it had to happen. In the end, you had to believe this was what was best for everyone. It might take some time, but this was it. This was what would make everyone happy in the long run.

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Shinsou was worried. Denki had been acting odd. And that’s saying something. The blond omega was usually loud and bubbly, the life of the agency. At least once a week, he invited Shinsou out for drinks, meals, clubs, karaoke, or some other nonsense. But ever since he’d gotten back from his three day leave, Kaminari had been acting strange. When he thought no one was looking, he was quiet. Withdrawn. Like he was puzzling out the toughest problem of his life.

Denki having a problem? Pretty typical. Denki having a problem and not talking to Shinsou about it? Pretty unusual. The blond had always come to the purple haired alpha with even the simplest of problems. Apartment searches, furniture assembly, what support items would suit his quirk best, even things like what to get from Starbucks. And even though he might groan and roll his eyes, secretly Hitoshi loved every second of it. When he had helped by digging through websites, cobbling together a rickety shelf, or reminding Denki that he always got the most cloyingly sweet items on the menu; Hitoshi got to pretend that he was Denki’s alpha.

Shinsou wasn’t sure exactly when he had fallen in love with Denki. Probably had been since high school at least. His dad had warned him against loud blonds while his father had laughed. But he couldn’t help it. Kaminari had been one of the first people to enthusiastically believe in him. Had always sought him out and wormed his way into Shinsou’s life and heart. And now Shinsou couldn’t understand it, but Denki was pulling away. Even as he watched the blond who was typing up a report on his computer, it somehow felt like Kaminari was slipping right through his fingers.

Shinsou cleared his throat. Kaminari glanced up. “Yeah man? What’s up?”

“You doing okay, Denks? You’ve seemed a little out of it.”

Denki met his eyes, startled, then quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yep! Totally fine.”

“Denki. I know you.”

Kaminari sighed and slumped on his desk. “Just some life stuff. Family stuff. Friend stuff.”

Shinsou frowned, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Denki snorted and laughed quietly. Shinsou furrowed his brows.

“Yeah” Denki sighed. “I know. But half of it isn’t really my stuff to tell and the other half isn’t exactly worth talking about.”

“You sure? We could go grab one of your obnoxiously sweet coffees after work. Go to mine or yours, watch an old crappy horror.”

“Tempting. Thanks man. I would, really, but I got some stuff I have to do after work. Some other time maybe.”

Shinsou frowned. It was rare for the omega to turn down an invitation for a movie night. Hell, it was rare for Denki to turn down an invitation, end stop. It made him even more worried about his omega… friend. His omega friend. His friend who just so happens to be an omega. Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to ruin the best friendship he had. But he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His alpha had decided on the electric blond long ago, and the omega’s unusual behavior and unhappy scent was driving him wild with the need to protect. He really needed to pull himself together and confess soon.

“Well, whenever you’re free then,” Shinsou said, reluctantly letting his hand fall from Denki’s shoulder. “You know my number.”

Denki nodded and looked up, giving him half a smile. “I do. Thanks Shinsou.”

Shinsou walked back to his desk, his mind made up. He needed to tell his omega how he felt, and soon.

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Y/N twisted and turned, looking at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she’d worn a yukata. It didn’t feel right to dress up like this. But wearing anything else also felt wrong. Everything about this date felt wrong. Like this was the kind of she she did in another life. And now here she was, going on a date with the man she loved. Who she’d always love. And who she’d already decided she was going to let go.

Y/N snorted and fussed with her hair a bit. Maybe she should have just refused this date. Claimed to be sick or something. But that felt wrong too. So, she just had to get through tonight. After all, what’s one more night of pretending everything is fine? Hopefully this could be a good memory from a relationship that just wasn’t meant to be. After tonight, she’d wait a couple days and then talk to Bakugou and let him go like he clearly wanted.

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Katsuki was going to throw up.

He was going to throw up, right here, all over himself and all over shitty hair, too. His red headed friend was giving him a pep talk as he helped Bakugou into his jinbei. Not that Bakugou needed the help. Or the pep talk. It just was easier to let the squad come over when they had found out about his date. It’s not like he wanted them there or anything. Once Kiri, Mina, and Sero realized he was going to use this date to ask Y/N to be his mate, they had insisted on helping him get ready.

None of them knew about the little velvet box in his pocket and that his plans went further than just asking Y/N to be his mate. Bakugou bit his lip to keep from frowning as he looked over his friends, a certain loud blond conspicuously missing. You wouldn’t hear Katsuki admit it out loud, but he really wished Denki could have been here. He loved the others, and they were great in their own ways. But Denki was his pack’s other omega. He got it in a way that the others didn’t. After tonight, he’d have to make sure to catch Pikachu up on all the news. Hell, maybe he could help his fellow blond finally talk to that purple haired idiot he’d been mooning over for years. Everyone in the pack knew Denki’s family had been harping at him to settle down for quite a while.

Bakugou looked up in time to see Mina coming at him with the hair grease. He threw up his hands.

“Fuck no! Keep that shit away from me!”

“You’ve got to do something about that pile of straw you call a haircut. Besides, Wouldn’t it be nostalgic? Weren’t you interning for Best Jeanist again when you asked Y/N out the first time?”

“Yes, and I’d rather shave myself bald than ever have my hair like that again!”

Mina sighed. “Fine. We’ll do something else. But if I can’t slick it back, you will be wearing eyeliner!”

“IN YOUR DREAMS, PINKY!”

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You waited outside the entrance to the festival. It was strangely soothing to watch the people flow by, like you were a rock overlooking a stream. There were groups of friends, couples both young and old, families where the laughing children ran ahead of their parents eager to get inside. You gave a small smile at the last. Maybe that could be you someday, a parent getting to see a festival through the eyes of a child again. Though the mental picture was hazier than it used to be. The children you half imagined just blurs of colorful yukatas, instead of loud and stubborn blond haired brats with their father’s eyes and attitude. You huffed a quiet laugh to yourself as a thought occurred to you. If you and Kaminari actually went through with this plan, decent chance the kids would still be blond. The thought hurt a little.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and had the breath knocked out of your lungs.

Katsuki was beautiful. You knew it. Thought it often, even. But tonight he practically glowed. His hair had been tamed into a softer look than usual. The jinbei he wore was the perfect compliment to his skintone. Was that… Yes. Dark eyeliner made his crimson eyes pop. Your heart ached. You’d always love this man. No matter how it tore you apart, he’d always own part of your heart and soul. You smiled weakly and raised your hand in greeting.

“Hey. You look good.”

“Thanks.” Bakugou scratched the back of his head. “Mina got ahold of me.”

“That explains it then.”

“Hey!” Katsuki gently elbowed you in the side before taking his place next to you. “You saying I can’t dress up on my own?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N!” You dodged out of the way as he swatted at you, laughing. Yes. This could be it. One last good night.

“Shall we go in?” You asked, holding out your hand.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Katsuki asked as he walked past you, ignoring your hand.

You gave a quiet smile as you followed.

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Katsuki picked at his food, none of it making it to his mouth. He was going to be sick. He was going to be sick right here and some paparazzi was going to see and take a picture and the big headline tomorrow was going to be “A Puke Worthy Proposal.” He was trying his best to keep up the illusion that everything was fine and normal, but it was rough. It had been a long time since he’d taken his alpha on even a normal date. And this wasn’t any normal date. It didn’t help that things were feeling forced and awkward.

He wanted to hold your hand, but his own hands were sweating buckets. He tried to keep up casual conversation, but that was getting harder and harder as the night wore on. Every sentence he wanted to just blurt it out and get it over with. It was impossible to keep talking about what vendors he recognized when all he wanted to say was “I love you and I’ll always love you and I want you by my side until the sun stops shining.”

It didn’t help that things felt awkward. Almost nothing was feeling easy or natural. It really had been far too long since the two of you had gone on any sort of date. He frowned as he thought about it. It had been over a year, at least. Longer, even. Well, he was going to have to fix that. He’d be able to use some of that pro hero paycheck and spoil you like you deserved. His Y/N. His mate. And soon, his wife.

Bakugou stared at nothing, his eyes going unfocus as he started daydreaming about how spectacular your wedding would be.

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This was a disaster. You glanced over to where Bakugou stood picking at his food, looking bored. You’d been trying to keep up the conversation, but for the past several minutes you’d only gotten hums or grunts in response to anything you said.

“It’s amazing how they got all those pro heroes to dance nude as one of the main attractions this year.”

Katsuki grunted.

Yeah, he wasn’t paying attention at all.

You sighed, looking down at your own untouched food. You never should have agreed to come. At least this date was proving it to you. This had to end. The two of you didn’t know how to be a couple anymore. It was even clearer that Katsuki wasn’t even interested in trying. You had no idea why he wanted to have this date in the first place. Some bizarre sense of obligation? Maybe his heat had shaken him up enough that his omega needed the sense of normalcy? This issue was this wasn’t normal for the two of you anymore. It hadn’t been for a very long time. You sighed, glancing around for a trash can to oust you untouched dango.

A loud pop caused you to look up. The fireworks were about to start.

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Bakugou looked up at the sound of the first firework.

“Wanna head to the pier?”

You nodded quietly, following him as he led the way. He was sweating so much now that if he set himself off he’d take out half the city.

This was it. It was almost time. The two of you were going to watch the fireworks from the out of the way pier like you had all those years ago. It was at the end of that fireworks show the two of you had had your first kiss. And this time… Well this time at the end of the show he was going to propose and you were going to say yes, and it was going to be perfect.

That is if he didn’t barf before you two got there.

“Hurry up,” he grunted as he picked up the pace.

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

You tried not to flinch at Bakugou’s harsh tone. He clearly wanted to get this night over with even more than you did. You tried not to let it hurt.

The pier was empty as it always was. The lack of lighting keeping others away. The first time you had discovered it, it had felt hidden and intimate. Now it felt desolate. Lonely.

You walked up to the railing and stared at the sky. The fireworks didn’t feel magical anymore either. Your fingers wrapped around the railing as you glanced to the side. Bakugou wasn’t even looking up. He was staring at the reflections of flashes in the dark swirling water below.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

No more.

The fireworks illuminated you as your grip on the railing tightened until your knuckles turned white.

“Katsuki?”

“”What?” He asked roughly, barely glancing your way.

“Let’s break up.”

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cacoetheswriting · 3 years ago

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a promise of forever

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: really just a big ball of fluff, a very brief mention of spencer's time in prison word count: 1.8k prompt: "i'm not very good with words..." summary: a rather unusual and a slightly delayed exchange of vows.

a/n: this is a my one shot submission for @ellesgreenaway 1k milestone celebration! india, a huge huge congratulations to you again 🎉 you're so incredibly talented and you deserve every single one of those follower, if not a million more! 🥳🧡 now, this is my first fic in a couple of weeks, and i think it's quite fitting that i wrote this instead of working on my own vows oops

A faint shine coming from the side lamp hit against the gold band on your finger, the glimmer instantly catching your eye. The book you were reading, was now closed in your lap and your gaze travelled to the ring, a smile creeping up on your features.

The item, however simple and dainty, carried with it so much meaning. Not only was it a symbol of undying everlasting love, showcasing to the world you were married to the person of your dreams. It was also a constant reminder of what you and Spencer overcame to get here. How far the two of you have come.

To say the last year was tough would be an understatement.

Spencer wasn’t the same after his release from prison. Often distant and quite reserved. His true self hidden from the rest of the world, afraid of getting so deeply hurt again. You of course didn’t put any blame on him for acting differently or resent him for it. What he went through was challenging enough, and you loved him more with each day regardless because he was still Spencer. Your Spencer.

And he adored your patience and your understanding. He adored the kindness you showed him while he regained control over his life. Simply, he adored you and he counted his blessings every day he spent with you.

One faithfull Saturday morning, Spencer asked you to marry him.

Completely out of the blue, while you were tangled together in the cotton bedsheets with morning breath and ruffled hair. He said he didn’t want to wait any longer because if his time in prison taught him anything, it would be not to waste moments with the people you cared about the most.

You cried. Tears of happiness, pure unfiltered joy.

Later, the very same day, the two of you stopped by a jeweler to invest in simple yellow-gold wedding bands before heading hand in hand to the court house. No muss, no fuss. No guests, no flowers, no cake, no vows. Nothing but unconditional love and a large order of chocolate chip pancakes afterwards, to celebrate.

It was the perfect day and you wouldn’t do it any differently.

You didn’t need anything else, neither did he. The memory along with the wedding ring was a promise in itself. A lifetime together. A lifetime of happiness. However, as you watched the band glisten on your finger, you couldn’t help but wonder what else Spencer would have promised you in his vows if he ever got a chance to say them.

And that’s how the brunette doctor found you - lost too deep in thought, attention solely focused on your wedding ring.

You, of course, didn’t hear him come in.

Spencer smiled to himself, quietly closing the door behind him so as not to startle you. He placed his bag down before ambling towards the back of the couch. His hands landed on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to grab your attention, and you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Hi, my love.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Spencer bent over slightly, his lips catching yours in a tender welcoming kiss. “Let me go wash up quickly and you can tell me all about your day,” he added and you nodded, following him with your eyes until he disappeared into the bedroom.

While he cleaned himself up after an undeniably hectic workday, you sprung up on your feet and headed to the kitchen to cook up a late dinner for the two of you.

Spencer rejoined you shortly and immediately began playing sous chef, assisting you with preparing the meal. While the two of you worked over the various pots and pans, you exchanged with one another stories of how your days went. Listening attentively, joking together. Then you ate together before reconvening back to the couch.

A typical, and honestly, an ideal evening together when he wasn’t travelling.

“What were you thinking about earlier, when I got home?” Spencer asked, making himself comfortable next to you. You draped your legs over his lap with ease and his hands instantly made home on your thigh.

“Do you ever wonder what I would say to you in my vows if our wedding day looked any different?” you asked straight out, because there was no secrets between the two of you.

Spencer pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he answered honestly, “Do you?”

You briefly chewed on the inside of your cheek. “Sometimes,” you confessed, a hint of guilt and hesitance detectable in the tone of your voice.

He hummed softly at your response and proceeded to place a tender kiss on your temple. “I could tell you,” he murmured into your hair before pulling away, “If you’d like that is.”

His eyes found yours and a timid smile circled your lips at his offer.

“You don’t have to, Spence, I’m honestly happy not knowing and letting my imagination run free. Plus, I wouldn’t want to put you on the spot—”

“Y/N,” he politely cut in, “I’ve known what I would say to you in my vows ever since our first date.”

The sentence caused you to playfully roll your eyes, as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered free. “Hmm…” you smacked your lips together, “I don’t think I believe you,” you teased him with a chuckle.

Spencer pressed his tongue to his lips as he smirked at your comment. He took your innocent joke as a sort of challenge however, because in one swift motion, before you got a chance to react or say anything else, he pulled you in closer by your legs before taking your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I can recite the entirety of the English dictionary off by heart, but ironically I'm not very good with words—” Spencer began, his hazel gaze locking with yours, “—because when I think how to express how I truly feel about you, and how incredibly lucky I am to have you by my side, my mind goes completely blank and my eidetic memory is no longer of use.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, and you could just imagine the whole crowd laughing because whether Spencer liked to admit it or not, he was incredibly funny without even trying.

“However, as I sit here before you tonight, I will give my all to make the most sincere promise one heart can make to another. Y/N, I have waited a long time for you, and I promise from this day on until forever to be your constant love, your shoulder to cry on, your partner for life. I vow to give you the best of myself and not ask for anything in return. I vow to respect you. Respect your desires, your interests and needs.”

You could feel your eyes gloss over, as Spencer inhaled before continuing, "I promise to keep myself open to you and share with you my deepest feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I promise to continuously surprise you in hopes of bringing you joy and seeing you smile, because you have the most beautiful smile.”

Spencer gently rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb as he spoke, and the amiable loving look in his eyes made you think he didn’t really have these vows prepared beforehand, like he said he did.

He was speaking purely from the heart.

“I promise to love you through thick and thin. The good times and the bad. In sickness and in health. I promise to love you with every fibre of my being, until the end of time.” He paused, by that point salty wet droplets were slowly trailing down your jawline.

Spencer continued, “Now, I have been called many things in my life and gone by many different titles. From this day on however, the most important title I’ll hold is husband. Your husband.”

Silence filled the room once he concluded. A benevolent and earnest silence.

Nothing could have prepared you for what he said, and how his words would make you feel. How you thought it wasn’t possible to love him anymore than you already did, yet here the two of you sat and your heart swelled inside of your chest.

Spencer’s hand travelled to your cheek. He cupped it gently, wiping away any lone tears that escaped.

“You know—” you murmured, leaning into his touch and placing a kiss on the palm of his hand, “— for someone who claims they’re not good with words, you just strummed all the right heartstrings. I therefore dumb thee— a liar...”

The brunette doctor let out a soft chuckle at your comment and then proceeded to scoop you into his lap, completely effortlessly. He held you close by the waist while your fingers played with his brunette curls.

“And it’s a good thing you have an eidetic memory, my love, because I will ask you to recite those promises to me over and over and oveerrr again,” you added and Spencer threw his head back in a smooth laugh.

“How about I type them up and we can frame them instead?” he suggested, arching a brow. You licked your lips, considering the question for a moment, however before you got a chance to reply, Spencer added, “It would however, be nice to have both of our vows up...”

It was your turn to laugh, “I have nothing prepared, Spence. Not to mention, yours were so heartfelt and honest, I don’t think I can compete.”

The smile on Spencer’s face grew a little wider and he leaned in to peck your lips, “Say whatever that comes to mind, beautiful.”

“You’re not going to let this go now, are you?” you enquired and Spencer shook his head in response, a goofy grin plastered across his features.

“I really have my mind set on those frames now. Maybe we can hang them over our bed, or maybe we can dedicate a shelf to them in the bookcase.”

You raised a brow, “You’d give those frames a whole shelf?”

He nodded, “A whole shelf.”

The thought of your promises to one another typed up and on view for everyone that came to visit the apartment made you smile.

Glancing briefly at your wedding ring, looped among Spencer’s brunette curls, you nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek before glancing back into his hazel eyes. “I’m not very good with words—” you began with a modest tese, “—Therefore, I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to borrow someone else's.”

You paused, letting out a delicate shaky breath. “Atticus wrote, ‘I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found my way’. You are my everything, Dr. Spencer Reid. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for making me feel safe, for making me laugh, and for making my life a million times richer.”

Spencer’s lips found yours the second you finished, wrapping them in a gentle yet passionate kiss. A desirable sensation instantly spread through you, because when he kissed you like this, it was as if he was kissing you for the very first time.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered after slowly pulling away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you expressed with a genuine smile.

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vidalinav · 3 years ago

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Stu(died)-Chapter 3

Summary: Cassian takes care of a sick Nesta

Nessian Modern AU-university setting.

Masterlist, Stu(died) Chapter List

(Rolls eyes hardcore) I am continuing this fic for literally five people. Smh.

Nesta comes to their tutoring session late and that’s the first thing that tips him off. Already his phone is in his hand ready to call 911. He has Nesta’s number in his phone saved. The first person listed in his text log under Nerd. He can always text or call her. He belongs to The Rat Pack in Nesta’s Snap Chat group, and he knows he can always contact Emerie or Gwyn if something is truly wrong. Yet he dials in 911 and his thumb hovers over the call button.

If she doesn’t show up in fifteen minutes, Cassian swears he’ll call.

Nesta’s never late. In fact, she’s annoyingly early. She practically has a stop watch in her hand at all times, counting every minute she waits. When Cassian comes running in five minutes later, as he so often does, panting with some excuse, Nesta doesn’t even bother looking up from her textbook. She merely gestures to the seat, a heavy sigh on her lips, like she’s running out of time to bore him death even as she fascinates him to pieces.

Her books should already be splayed onto the table, her pencils straight and neatly lined up. Today, the table is empty.

He’ll give it fifteen minutes and then he’s calling.

But Nesta shows up before another minute ticks by. She steps out of the elevator wearing that grey polo he’s seen on her a million times. She lugs her way to him, dragging her feet with the weight of those textbooks he’s sure are in her bag.

She’s wearing a mask, today, and that’s another thing that sends his brain screeching somethings not right here! It covers half of her face, and her eyes look tired from where they peak above the fabric. Cassian doesn’t even bother waiting for her to settle. Already he’s crossing his arms, his brows crinkling with concern and something like irritation.

How dare she think studying is more important than her health.

“Go home,” he says as she nears. Nesta only blinks as if as not understanding his words. The fact that she doesn’t immediately argue is enough for him to start gathering his things.

“What are you doing?” She says as he stuffs his notebook in his bag, “You have an exam in two weeks.” Nesta sets down her own, it slaps at the table with a heavy thump. Cassian can hear the zipper unzipping but not as well as the cough that roars out of her mouth.

It’s loud and wet, and Nesta pauses as if to get her bearings, covering her mouth with her arm. She coughs and coughs and Cassian lays a hand to his own chest. He can almost feel how much it hurts, how she gasps.

Cassian shakes his head, “No, I’m taking you home.”

Nesta’s brows furrow and she gets that look in her eyes. He just knows she’s going to fight him on this. “I--”

Cassian cuts her off, “please, save your breath. You’re going to make everyone sick.”

“I’m wearing a mask!” Nesta argues.

“It’s almost midterms.” Cassian gestures to the other occupants in the library. He sees one person with their hoodie pulled up over their head, clearly sleeping... and moves on to someone else. A group in the corner who’s standing by a whiteboard. “You want to take your chances with sleep deprived students?”

Nesta seems to think about that. While she does, Cassian zips up her bag and throws it over his shoulder. It’s as heavy as he thought it might be. Briefly, he thinks of making a joke about how she must have stuffed a body in here, but he doesn’t think she’d appreciate it, given how quiet she is.

Mentally, he starts making a list of everything she needs. Medicine? He’ll get the pills and the syrup, never mind if she scrunches her nose at the taste. He’ll get her soup. Not the canned. Cassian will buy the ingredients. He’s sure he can make something appeasing. Vaguely, he can remember his mom’s recipe. Beef broth and cabbage and squash. Hopefully she can stomach it. Never mind, the salt will be good for her.

“Hey,” she whines, blinking up at him slowly, “give me my bag.”

“Have you not heard me? You need to be home lying down. Not here, helping me study. Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? I’m taking you home.”

Nesta crosses her arms and the intimidation tactic seems ridiculous with her face half covered and her endless sniffling. “You can try, but I’ll just refuse to tell you my apartment number.”

Cassian scoffs, “I know where you live. I can see your room from the house when you study at night.”

“Who says that out loud?” Nesta shouts.

She must be terribly ill if she’s yelling in a library. That’s all he can think as he gestures to the elevator, bags in hand.

“Never mind that. Let’s go,” Cassian says, walking ahead without her.

He can’t hear her shuffling though, so he turns back to find Nesta leaning on a chair, holding her stomach. He can already feel himself sighing.

Cassian rushes back just in time for Nesta to rip off her mask, and move to the closest trashcan. It’s situated under one of the bulletin boards and as Cassian sidles up to her, rubbing at her back and pulling her hair away, he looks to the papers tacked to the board.

Join the rowing team. Looking for tutors. Research participants wanted.

He can hear the retching and Cassian reads on.

Babysitter wanted for professor, transportation needed.

“I haven’t thrown up since middle school,” Nesta says pathetically. She frowns as he hands her his bottle of water. Her nose and cheeks are red and for some reason he thinks of Rudolph, lighting the way for Santa through the storm.

He feels bad for little Rudolph...

“Now will you let me take you home,” Cassian sighs. He hopes it doesn’t sound like an ‘I told you so’ but she should really be lying down. He lays a hand to her forehead, but she brushes him off, moving towards the bathrooms.

“I’ll wait right here,” he says, but Nesta moves ahead as if she doesn’t hear him at all. Cassian can’t find it in himself to mind. A sick Nesta is guaranteed to be a stubborn Nesta, he just knows.

When she gets out, she looks surprised to see him and that’s another look that just proves how sick she must be. It’s a fairly obvious prediction that he’s going to wait next to the girl's bathroom, counting ceiling tiles. It’s a perfectly ‘Cassian with Nesta’ thing to do.

“You’re skipping class?”

Nesta coughs again, and she looks perfectly pitiful as she blinks her tired eyes. Cassian can feel his lips frown, and he shifts her bag more securely on his shoulder if only to keep himself from reaching out for her. Already he can feel his hands bunch into fists because he wants to grab her own and squeeze it until she's reassured. He wants to hug her until she feels better.

But he can’t.

Cassian lists every action he wants to do. Kiss her forehead where Nesta rubs her hand, because she must have a headache from how sick she is. Put on her favorite movie, so she can fall asleep to its sound. Run to every store, raiding every Walgreens and CVS until he comes back with a pharmacy.

What might she allow now that she’s sick? Will she let him fuss like he wants to?

But Nesta rolls her eyes in that haughty way of hers. “You can’t do that.”

“I can’t do what?” Cassian asks and he wonders if she can read his thoughts. If she studies him so well, reads him like one of her textbooks, memorizing facts and facial features.

“You can’t skip class,” she argues. “Why am I tutoring you if you’re going to skip class?”

At the words, all Cassian wants to do is sigh. She’s thinking about attendance at a time like this...

“Nesta, there is no class more important than you.”

Her brows crinkle at the center like she’s going to start arguing, but Cassian allows himself one touch. He places his thumb there, between her brows, smoothing out the lines. Nesta rips away, blinking up dazed and all too confused. Cassian would laugh at the look, if he didn’t need the distraction.

He juts his head to the elevator quickly. “Let’s go. We can walk slow, so don’t overexert yourself.”

Nesta scrunches up her nose, so cute and red, but she follows him anyway albeit a little petulantly. She holds her hand out for her bag, but Cassian turns toward the doors, pretending not to see.

“How does me being sick make you bossy?”

Cassian doesn’t dare to respond. He doesn’t know whether he’ll admit that he wants to take care of her, that’s he’s so worried a knot twists in his stomach, or if he’ll make some joke, he knows will make her mad. Maybe that’s the better option, he thinks. He can handle a mad Nesta. He likes a mad Nesta, but a Nesta who so easily rejects him?

Cassian doesn’t know about that.

“You don’t have any classes left this week, right?”

Nesta coughs into her sleeve before answering. Though she means to sound queenly, she only sounds sick, “you know where I live, and you also know my class schedule... seems suspicious if you ask me.”

“I’ve known you for two years.”

“And murder victims are three times more likely to be killed by someone they know."

Cassian huffs out a laugh, shaking his head, “Do you still go to sleep watching SVU? Or have you switched to Lifetime movies where the babysitters always try to kill the wife?”

“People should be wary about the people they know,” Nesta shrugs as if that’s answer enough.

Cassian snorts, “well you don’t have to be wary of me.”

As the elevator doors open, Cassian gestures for her to go first and Nesta does, but not before crossing her arms.

“That’s just what a murderer would want me to think.” She squints as if dissecting him, limb by limb. “You kill me, and I’ll haunt you. You won’t be able to sleep at night without thinking of me.”

Too late, Cassian thinks.

It’s much too late for that.

Rudolph has the patience of a five-year-old when she’s sick. Cassian learns this fairly quickly when he runs inside a Walgreens on their way to Nesta’s apartment.

There’s a bench that she can sit on, where she can wait if she feels tired, but no. Nesta decides she needs to run errands. She has an entire basket filled by the time he finds her again. She’s by the greeting cards, holding three open at a time. Cassian huffs with a receipt and medicine in hand.

“Here,” he says, giving her the cough medicine. “Take some of this.”

Nesta doesn’t even bother with pouring. He watches as she rips the cap away, taking a swig right out of the bottle, gulping it down.

“That’s way more than the suggested amount,” he cries, “you can get drunk on this stuff!”

“Good, maybe I’ll forget this day ever happened.”

Cassian sighs... it seems all he does is sigh when she’s like this. A sick Nesta is a petulant, irritated Nesta with a permanent furrow between her brows.

“I know you feel sick,” he tries to placate, “but I bet you’d feel a whole lot better if we get you home as soon as we can... so you can lie down and sleep.”

Nesta only picks up another Halloween card. She ignores his suggestion, laughing under her breath as she reads whatever inane joke is written there. Soon, she’s coughing though, and Cassian reaches for the basket just to stop himself from rubbing a hand down her back, combing his fingers through her hair.

Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn, his thoughts scream.

Cassian looks to the contents to distract himself from her watery eyes, and that’s when he notices what she’s grabbed. It seems that while he was in the cold and flu aisle, Nesta was raiding the snacks.

“What is this?” He gestures to the basket. Two boxes of cereal. Caramel corn. Baked Lay’s and cans of Arizona tea. Cassian takes one and holds it up. “Really Nesta?”

“What it’s green tea!” she argues, shoving another card back in its slot.

“This is all... junk,” he tries to explain, but Nesta’s already glowering.

“Look I don’t question your decisions. You don’t question mine.”

Cassian gives her a bland look. “You question my decisions all the time. Before we came in here, you literally said ‘why are we going in here, Cassian? Weren’t you supposed to take me home.’ You said that.”

Nesta simply raises her chin, pulling out another card. “I recall no such thing.”

“Fine,” Cassian grumbles, “if you want to eat yourself to an early grave and ignore everything that could potentially make you feel better than that’s just fine with me.”

“Good,” she says, putting back the other cards. Nesta settles for a pop-up that sings Monster Mash when she opens it. She sets it in the basket he holds, walking ahead without even looking back. “I’m ready to check out.”

“Really?” Cassian jokes, mockingly. “Are you sure you raided the candy aisle?”

Nesta stops in her tracks, peering through the section with printer ink and paper as if she can see the other side. He swears he’d facepalm if he wasn’t carrying all this stuff.

“You’re right,” she says, nodding.

“Wait!” Cassian calls. “Where are you going? Nesta!”

Too late. He can already hear crunching bags.

The variety packs.

Cassian sighs, lugging their things to the aisle next door.

“Can I use these vegetables?” Cassian asks, as Nesta shoves open the door to her room. He’s surprised she’s not still by the freezer. When they first get back to her place, she sticks her head in there and he wonders if he should suggest taking her temperature, or if she’s doing it just to show him she’s annoyed.

Perhaps her ears bleed from the sound of his voice.

That seems like something Nesta would say.

“They’re Emerie’s. Why?”

“To make soup,” Cassian explains, rifling through the contents. There’s zucchini and summer squash. Onion, fresh parsley and carrots. Cabbage and lettuce. Fresh fruit. He can make a nice stew out of this.

Nesta scoffs, “I don’t need soup.”

She enters her room, shoving the door back behind her until it leaves only a crack.

“You can leave now,” she yells. “I’m home like you wanted.”

“Are you lying down?” He asks, crossing his arms sternly though she can’t see him.

Nesta sighs loudly, “you’re annoying!”

“Maybe if you got some rest, I’d be less annoying,” Cassian sings brightly.

He can hear the soft sound of her voice. “Doubt.”

Cassian shakes his head with a smirk. He opens his snapchat where The Rat Pack is the first on the list, but the group name has changed... to People I Tolerate.

That’s got to be Nesta.

Cassian laughs under his breath and types. Can I use your vegetables? Making Nesta soup.

Emerie’s bitmoji pops up at the bottom, but the person who texts back first is not Emerie, but Gwyn.

You’re at our house?

Cassian can almost hear her voice. Stern and cautious. He’s almost certain she doesn’t like him. Gwyn looks at him with even more disdain than Nesta when he's around. That stay away from my friend look.

He sighs. Yes, Nesta’s sick.

Gwyn’s quick to respond. I can come home early. I need to drop off a paper, but I can be there in 30.

Cassian rolls his eyes and types, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of her.

Nesta’s face pops up. I can take care of myself.

“No, you can’t!” Cassian yells.

“Yes, I can!” Nesta yells back, but then she starts coughing again and he can hear her groan in the other room. Cassian raises a brow at her door.

I’m going to make soup. I’ll make enough for all of you, but can I use stuff from the fridge? I’ll replace it all.

Emerie’s face pops up and then disappears quickly. He’s about ready to go to the store himself or at least next door to the House, but Emerie’s text appears.

I have no objections to this.

Cassian smiles in relief, and he’s about to set down his phone when another notification appears. It’s Emerie again.

And if you make good soup, you can stay indefinitely.

Cassian sends a winking emoji. Nesta sends back the emoji with the straight mouth and eyes. Before he can frown at what that means, Cassian sees that the group name has changed... to Three’s Company.

That’s got to be Gwyn.

Stone cold, Emerie texts back.

Cassian decides he’s going to ignore that for the moment and focus on the objective at hand.

Soup.

Cassian pulls out the vegetables and looks through the cupboards. Emerie, it seems, has all the good spices. He finds the broth packets stored in the back, and he pulls out some beef from the freezer. It’ll need to defrost but he can start the broth now, get the vegetables soft, and brown the beef later. It’ll take a couple of hours anyway.

Occasionally, he hears a cough as he works. Then a sweet laugh... followed by a cough and a groan. Cassian feels bad for her he does, but he can’t help but find the whole situation amusing. She should be resting and yet she seems to be wide awake.

Nesta doesn’t come out of her room though. It’s as if he’s not even there, and he takes that time to look over her shared apartment. There are three doors, each with a letter at the front. The N is blue, the E, green, and the G, pink. He doesn’t know how it’s possible to have a living room that looks like all three, but somehow it works. It’s studious and bright. Colorful, but subdued. There are way too many throw pillows and books scattered everywhere, but there’s also a TV with a fireplace under it. He can just imagine Nesta laughing at scary movies. Some slasher fic she’ll watch like she’s taking notes.

He can imagine Nesta everywhere, in fact.

This is where she eats. Where she sits. Where she studies. This is where she trips over shoes if they’re not neatly lined up and where she complains about dirty dishes. This is where she cooks... if she does cook. Cassian doesn’t know.

Maybe he’ll get to find out one day.

Once the water starts boiling and the meat is in the microwave to defrost, Cassian goes to check how Rudolph is doing.

He knocks on her door lightly, pushing it open. “Nesta?”

Cassian’s never seen her room before, say for when she sits by the window with her curtains wide open, and just like then, it seems like an invasion of privacy to do so now. But Nesta’s plopped on top of her bed, tucked beneath her blue comforter, and she sets down her phone when he appears at the door.

Her whole room is filled with blues and creams, and it looks exactly what he imagines Nesta’s room to look like. The large calendar, an agenda on the desk, bookshelf after bookshelf lining her walls. There are also things he doesn’t know of her yet. Pictures and posters and a.... stuffed lobster? Cassian holds it up.

“Would you stop looking around?” Nesta groans. She has her arm resting over her eyes, and he wonders if it’s because she doesn’t want to see him looking or if she feels that bad that the light is bothering her.

She should be getting some rest, he thinks.

“Where did you get a stuffed lobster?”

Nesta coughs out her response.

The sound makes Cassian grimace, his chest ache with need, but he doesn’t rush over like he wants to. This is her house, her room... and this is Nesta who doesn’t like to be coddled by anyone.

“It’s a heat pack,” she says at last, after she catches her breath.

“A heat pack?” Cassian looks to the soft red claws that dangle. He’s never seen anything so soft be a heat pack.

“For cramps,” she says as if it’s obvious. Nesta must take his silence to mean ignorance for she lifts onto her elbows, raising a judgmental brow. “Please tell me you know what periods are or am I am going to have to go back to teaching you biology?”

“No,” Cassian draws out, “I know what periods are.”

Nesta mumbles a thank god and Cassian watches as she shifts under the covers, pulling them up until they hover just beneath her mouth.

“Are you cold?” Cassian asks, looking around her room. He spots his burgundy hoodie neatly folded and nearly yanks it from her desk. “Here. Wear my sweatshirt.”

“I just washed it,” Nesta whines, “I was going to give it back to you.”

Cassian’s confused by the words, but he merely gestures for her to budge up. He’s thankful when she doesn’t argue. He rolls the sweatshirt over her head and Nesta fits her arms through the sleeves.

“You didn’t have to wash it,” he says, watching as she pats down her hair. If only he could pull it up for her, comb his fingers through it. She could use his scrunchie too, if she wanted.

Nesta rolls her eyes, and he can only imagine what she thinks. He can practically hear the words. Of course, you wouldn’t care about clean clothes.

Her expressions practically give her away--everything she feels and thinks. Cassian wonders if he knows how open she is to the rest of the world. He wonders if she’d hate him if he told her this.

“It was going to smell like me,” she frowns.

Cassian wants to huff out a laugh. That is perfectly fine by him.

“Stop laughing,” she whines, “I’m being serious.”

“Yes, you’re being very serious.” He can’t help his smirk as he gazes up at her. He doesn’t even realize he’s on her bed, sitting to the side of her all bunched up in red. Her nose to the fabric. He almost wants to say she looks cute in his hoodie, all sick like that, but he knows she’ll only bite at him, remarking about how he has some weird fetish for sick girls.

Cassian holds back a laugh as he hears the microwave ding. He needs to turn the meat around, so it doesn’t cook through, but Nesta grips his arm. His head whips towards her and... Nesta’s gazing up at him. Her eyes are a soft blue. Just like her room.

“You’re warm,” she says. To explain herself, he thinks, and why she holds him as if she doesn't want him to move.

Cassian’s lips raise lightly, and he places the back of his hand on her forehead. “You must be worse than you’re letting on if you're okay with me being in your bed.”

Nesta scoffs, “you’re on it. Not in it. I’ll make that distinction very clear.”

“You can’t be that sick then,” Cassian shrugs, smiling. “If you’re making everything sound like a tutoring session.”

Her cheeks flush a bright pink and Cassian thinks she must have a fever. He wonders if he should search for an ice pack or make one, so she doesn’t get too hot.

“Are you tired?” He asks, noting how slowly she blinks. “You did drink a lot of cough syrup.”

“I also took a NyQuil,” she says, closing her eyes.

Cassian huffs, “remind me to teach you how read warning labels when your fully coherent.”

He can hear the microwave ding again, and it reminds him of an alarm. Wake up! It seems to say. Being in Nesta’s room does feels like falling asleep. Rather dream-like and hazy. The microwave dings incessantly, but Cassian doesn’t want to wake up just yet.

Her hand is still on his arm. It’s so much smaller than his and he wants to trace the skin there and see if it’s as soft as it looks. Cassian doesn’t dare look at her, in case she doesn’t just bang together two loud cymbals and tell him to get up and out and away.

Cassian looks ahead instead, fixing his gaze on the stuffed lobster on her desk.

“Nesta,” he starts and then swallows. He feels nervous, his hands clammy. “Nesta, I really think you and I... we’d be good together.”

Cassian takes a breath, and he stares at the lobster as if it’s her face. “We’ve known each other for a long time now and I... I haven’t hid how I feel about you.” His heart is beating way too fast, and he doesn’t feel any freer from speaking the words, but Cassian decides it’s time to rip the Band-Aid off. “I thought maybe... we could try it out. See if you might be comfortable with it. If you might like me... too?”

He doesn’t know why he words that like a question, but Nesta doesn’t say a word. Cassian looks back, hoping there’s no disgust in baby blue. He doesn’t know what he’d do if she just outright says he’s trash and she’ll never like him.

But Nesta’s fast asleep.

Cassian doesn’t bother sighing as he grips her limp hand, setting it on the blanket. He doesn’t bother being disappointed when he tucks the comforter around her. Her cheeks are a lobster-red and he rubs a thumb lightly there, wondering what it would be like to hold her face in his palm and kiss at her nose. Would she complain as he pecked her lips? You’ll get sick Cassian.

Then we can stay in bed together, Nesta.

No. Cassian’s not disappointed at all.

He’ll tuck away his dreams where tomorrow lives.

Today, he’ll stick to what he’s good at, so Cassian heads to the kitchen to make soup.

~ ~

Mwahahahaahah

In case you missed, here’s the stuffed lobster in the flesh.

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A Marriage of Inconvenience - Part 4

“Mother, have you seen my white waistcoat?” Izuku asked as he stuck his head inside his mother's dressing room where one of her maids was busy pinning up her long hair.

“Are you sure you want to go with that one, my dear? The beige one goes better with your complexion!”

“Mother, this is a private ball, not a public one! All unmated Omegas are required to wear white to this ball, mother! It was clearly stated in the invitation,” Izuku countered. “Have you seen the white one or not?”

“I think it might be in your father's wardrobe.”

Izuku nodded his thanks before going into the adjacent dressing room where his father was already long done with his preparations.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous about a ball,” his father noticed while he watched Izuku go through his wardrobe. “Not even your first ball had you making such a fuss.”

“Well, I think it is safe to say this one is not like the others,” Izuku grumbled while fishing out the article of clothing he had been searching for. “After all, this is the first one I’m attending while being engaged. And everyone will be talking about it.”

“That, my son, is what they call self-made misery.”

Izuku chose to ignore the light jab of his father and walked back to his own room. Misery wasn’t the word Izuku would choose for his current predicament. If he was engaged to Shigaraki, sure, then it would fit.

But he was engaged to Katsuki. And that changed everything.

On top of that, Izuku hadn’t seen Katsuki in two weeks. He had been sent on several errands for his parents and with a sudden change in weather, making it more than just uncomfortable to leave the house, there hadn’t really been an opportunity for Katsuki or Izuku to visit each other.

Instead, they corresponded through letters. The first one had been a balm to Izuku’s soul, especially since Katsuki had taken the time and care to scent the paper. Izuku was still carrying his latest letter around with him and sometimes pulled it out just to smell it since the scent on the handkerchief he had received had already faded away. The strong Alpha pheromones clinging to it always managed to calm his nerves.

The letters themselves held nothing of real importance. Just a recounting of their days and a little bit of private complaining about their parents and their behavior. His mother always teased him about the love letters he was receiving and how he carried them around like a love-sick maiden. Izuku didn’t want to correct her, especially since he kind of felt like she was in the right.

Nothing in Katsuki’s letters was poetic or romantic but the fact alone that he had taken time out of his busy schedule to write Izuku in the first place made his heart flutter.

He finished the final touches on his outfit and looked at himself in the mirror. The white ensemble he was wearing suited him and he was glad to see it didn’t make him look paler. Instead, it highlighted his rosy cheek and dark hair rather nicely. While he liked to wear a dress on occasion, today he had opted for a pair of tight trousers, a silken shirt, and a waistcoat. To top it off he was wearing a short, ruffled cape over his shoulders and a simple white collar. The maids had woven small white paper flowers into his hair and he had chosen simple jewelry and makeup to highlight his features.

The ring that Katsuki had given him hadn’t left his finger since he had received it and the handkerchief was peeking out of his waistcoat pocket, the orange and green flowers proudly displayed next to the embroidered BK to let everyone know just who had given it to him. It was a subtle kind of brand and Izuku hoped Katsuki would approve of his choice.

The carriage was already waiting for them outside and Izuku took care not to get any mud on his white outfit. His parents were dressed in more muted colors, fitting for an older and already long mated pair.

“After we’ve greeted the Iida family we’ll have to mingle for a bit before you can go off to dance with your friends,” his father said and Izuku nodded in understanding. “I know you’ll want to go and find Bakugou as soon as possible, but I will have to uphold my promise and introduce you to Lord Shigaraki and his son. I’m sure you understand.”

“Of course, father,” Izuku agreed and tried to keep his discomfort to a minimum. It would be fine, he told himself. He would talk with Shigaraki as quickly as possible without being rude and then go and find his fiancé.

The estate of the Iida family appeared out of the gloom of the early evening, illuminated by countless candles and lights. Already, there was a long line of carriages outside of the house, undoubtedly filled with many esteemed and important guests. Servants stood at the ready with umbrellas and rugs to bring the guests as dry and clean into the house as possible.

It was always a big event when someone as influential as the Iida family threw a ball and no one that was invited would miss it for the world. Izuku always looked forward to balls because of the opportunity they gave him and his friends to meet up and have fun with each other. But this time there was a new kind of excitement coursing through his body and his eyes automatically looked over the carriages and people in the hopes of spotting someone special.

When it was finally their turn they were ushered inside quickly. The Iida family was already waiting in the entrance hall, still busy talking with the guests who had come in before Izuku and his family. The parents were imposing figures, but Izuku found himself smiling at the two sons. The younger one, Tenya, was one of Izuku’s close friends and he was glad to see him.

“Midoriya,” he said as they stepped closer and bowed before Izuku in typical custom. “I’m so glad to see you here tonight.”

“Thank you so much for your gracious invitation,” Izuku replied as he bowed too.

Once they were standing straight again, Iida’s eyes caught on the handkerchief peeking out of Izuku’s pocket and he raised one eyebrow.

“I’ve heard congratulations are in order,” Lord Iida said while he shook Hisashi’s hand. “A fine match for both of your houses.”

“Thank you,” his father answered before they had to move and make room for the next couple of guests.

“I guess the news has already made the rounds,” Hisashi said with a sigh and grabbed two glasses of champagne from a wandering server. He handed one of the glasses over to his wife before turning to Izuku. “I’d like it if you didn’t drink today. We don’t need to cause more of a scene than we already do.”

Izuku felt himself blush. It wasn’t his fault that he and his friends had gone a little overboard at the last public ball a few months ago. He had learned his lesson and decided not to fight his father on this.

“Of course, father.”

“Good,” his father nodded and let his eyes wander through the room they were in. “Let’s go and talk to some of the other guests and search for the Shigarakis.”

The next hour was spent with tedious small talk where Izuku was allowed very little input while his father talked. It was the same as always, his father talking about the family business as if Izuku wasn’t there. The only time he was included in the conversation was when his recent engagement was mentioned and he was told how lucky he was to have found such a good match for himself.

Suddenly, the air around them changed as his father’s eyes caught something one room over. He laid his hand on Izuku’s shoulder and gently steered him toward the door.

“It’s time,” he simply said and Izuku understood.

Lord Shigaraki was a tall, bald man with old scars all over his face. His voice was in stark contrast to his looks soft and gentle, but still brimming with confidence. He had a tendency to outsmart his opponents and his rhetorical talent was feared and respected by many.

His son was quieter. He sometimes even looked bored when he accompanied his father or was forced to attend balls and gatherings and Izuku had never interacted with him. But he heard enough stories of friends and acquaintances to be wary. His long white hair was held back in a low ponytail and he was wearing the black of an unmated Alpha. His red eyes seemed to zero in on Izuku immediately as he and his father approached but even though some may say they were similar to Katsuki’s eyes, Izuku felt nothing but uncomfortable when he looked at him.

After his father and Shigaraki exchanged their greetings the attention shifted to Izuku.

“May I introduce to you my son, Midoriya Izuku,” his father said and Izuku bowed before both of them.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, my lords,” Izuku said and tried to hide how uneasy he was feeling.

“The pleasure is all ours,” Lord Shigaraki replied and took one of Izuku’s hands in his. Izuku could feel his skin crawl underneath the touch. “I hear congratulations are in order, my dear boy. How entirely unexpected.”

The jab didn’t go unnoticed by either Izuku or his father and Izuku forced a smile on his face.

“Thank you.”

“Young love is something no one expects,” Hisashi said and laid a hand on the small of Izuku’s back to ground him. “I remember being young and making a fool out of myself in front of my wife.”

“True, young love is truly powerful,” Lord Shigaraki said. He was still holding onto Izuku’s hand. “But I do have to wonder. How strong can this love and this arrangement truly be? Didn’t the Bakugou heir only profess his love after rumors about other engagements and possibilities arose? And so shortly after you acquired all of this new fertile land from your neighbor too! It does make one wonder.”

Izuku felt himself become tense. It wouldn’t do to insult someone so far above Izuku’s own station, but Lord Shigaraki was asking for it. The reasons he listed for Katsuki’s sudden interest were his own. His interest in marrying Izuku off to his son had only come about after his father had bought the new land.

“My son always had a soft spot for young Lord Bakugou,” Hisashi said and Izuku was glad that his father wasn’t intimidated by the other man. “Truly, when it happened neither we nor the Bakugou family were really surprised. We joked about it before when both of them were only wee pups and were basically inseparable.”

“A lot has happened between them since they were pups,” Shigaraki Tomura said as he took a step toward them and joined their conversation. “A lot can still happen between them.”

Izuku bristled at the thinly veiled insinuation, but before he could reply another voice joined their conversation.

“True,” Katsuki said as he stepped toward them. “But what happens between me and my fiancé is frankly none of your business. Thank you for your heartfelt congratulations though.”

He offered his arm to Izuku and without thinking Izuku linked his arm with Katsuki’s.

“If you’ll excuse us,” Katsuki said with a bow that was so small it was almost rude. “I was promised a dance.”

“Oh?” Tomura said and glared at Katsuki. “I was just about to ask for a dance for myself.”

Izuku tensed again but knew he had no choice. It would be beyond rude to deny someone a dance.

“Of course,” he agreed and tilted his head. “Please come find me later, I’ll be happy to dance with you.”

“Once,” Katsuki said and pulled Izuku closer to his side with their linked arms. “And I’ll miss him terribly the entire time.”

“Of that, I have no doubt,” Tomura said with a voice that told them he had nothing but doubt. Katsuki sneered at him before walking away, Izuku tight to his side.

“Thank you,” Izuku whispered once their backs were turned to them and Katsuki quickly squeezed his hand.

“I couldn’t find you when I arrived and I thought you might need me to rescue you.”

“My hero,” Izuku said as a joke, but he was sure his voice and face were telling how much he actually meant it. Katsuki flashed him a quick grin before leading him further into the house.

“Where are we going?” Izuku wondered.

“Didn’t you listen, Deku? We’re going to dance.”

Izuku had wondered what dancing with Katsuki would be like. He had thought about it when they were teenagers, freshly presented and new to society and all of its rules. He thought about it more when they were older and he was watching from afar when Katsuki danced with countless other Omegas. He had dreamed about it, especially after they got engaged and he had learned just how warm Katsuki was and how he smelled.

But nothing could have prepared him for how it actually would feel to dance with him, to be the center of his undivided attention.

Katsuki was handsome on a bad day, but today he was devastating. His suit was crisp and clean, the black highlighting his pale hair and complexion and making his eyes shine brighter. His hair was artfully slicked back and tamed and the lines of his face were highlighted. Izuku couldn’t decide if he was relieved or disappointed about the gloves that Katsuki wore. On the one hand, he wasn’t sure if he would survive skin-to-skin contact with Katsuki right now, on the other hand, he mourned the loss.

He knew all eyes in the ballroom were on them when Katsuki led him to the dancefloor and they fell in step with the other couples. Izuku could see some of his friends in the lineup but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Katsuki’s long enough to acknowledge them.

The music started and the line began to move.

“You look handsome tonight, Kacchan,” Izuku said as they stepped in time with the music and the other dancers, their hands joined between them. Katsuki rolled his eyes, but Izuku could see the small, pleased smile on his face.

“Are you fishing for compliments, Deku?” he answered and Izuku felt himself blush.

“Of course not! I was just stating a fact and trying to make conversation after we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

They circled around each other and switched places.

“But if you’d prefer me to be silent I will try my best.”

“You? Silent? The day this happens hell will freeze over.”

Just to prove him wrong, Izuku opted to not respond and go through the next few moves of the dance routine in utter silence.

“You know, I didn’t say I minded it,” Katsuki said after a while, his eyes gliding over Izuku like a physical touch. Izuku averted his eyes and said nothing, but it was getting harder by the minute. His lips twitched and he had to try hard and suppress his smile.

“If I wanted a quiet and submissive Omega as my mate I would’ve chosen one,” Katsuki continued and this time Izuku couldn’t help but smile at him. He still held his tongue though and let Katsuki lead him through the different moves of the dance.

“You look beautiful tonight,” the Alpha said and finally Izuku couldn’t help but gasp. His cheeks were flushed and he tightened his grip on Katsuki’s hand.

“Don’t tease me,” Izuku said, his eyes unable to stay on Katsuki’s.

In the next part of the song, Katsuki pulled Izuku closer and whispered in his ear.

“I’m not teasing. You look stunning tonight. If I didn’t think so I would say so too. I mean, have you seen what that Omega over there is wearing? She looks like a frilly cream puff with all those ruffles. Someone should’ve told her to stop at some point.”

Izuku couldn’t help but giggle when his eyes wandered over to the corner of the room and he had to agree with Katsuki’s point. He was all about wearing what you liked but this was a little bit much.

“At least the Omegas all look a bit different from each other,” Izuku replied and Katsuki’s eyes lit up at seeing the mischievous smirk on his face. “If the Alphas were all wearing their heads there would be no way of telling them apart. Just one long row of well-dressed penguins.”

“Deku,” Katsuki said before pausing as another couple crossed paths with them to take up a new spot in the line. He continued as soon as Izuku was back in speaking distance. “That was almost mean of you.”

“Don’t look so pleased with that.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, nerd. Have you seen the couple in the back of the room? They think they’re subtle but everyone around them knows they’re fucking.”

Izuku wrinkled his nose.

“I know, don’t remind me. I can smell them up to here. Do you think anyone has brought it up with them?”

Katsuki shrugged.

“Maybe they’re trying to tell everybody something.”

“But Kacchan,” Izuku whispered, his eyes wide. “They’re mated. To other people!”

“Maybe they’re trying to tell their mates something.”

“I wish they wouldn’t involve all of us in it. My nose will never be the same.”

The line moved again and for a second the Omegas and Alphas were far away from each other before coming together for the next part of the dance. But before that happened, a voice to his left caught Izuku’s attention.

“Izuku!” Ochako whispered and Izuku was surprised to see her there. He hadn’t noticed the couple next to them had changed so much that Ochako had become his neighbor. “What are you doing with Bakugou Katsuki?”

“I’ll tell you later!” he whispered back before stepping back into the line. He could feel Ochako’s eyes on him even as he took back Katsuki’s hand and was led into the next part of the dance.

“What did the round face want from you?” Katsuki asked and Izuku grimaced.

“She asked about you. I’ll have to talk to her later.”

“Doesn’t she know about us yet?” Katsuki asked and he seemed surprised. “It feels as if everyone and their dog has heard by now.”

“Maybe,” Izuku answered. “I haven’t talked to her yet.”

“Isn’t she your best friend?” Katsuki said and there was something in his voice that made Izuku pay attention. “You haven’t told her you’re engaged yet?”

“Of course not!” Izuku said and looked at Katsuki confused. “I haven’t been able to visit her yet and that is not the kind of news you share in a letter! I want her to look at me and see I’m happy about this, not come to her own conclusions when I’m not there.”

Katsuki’s shoulders relaxed.

“You’re happy?” he asked in a quiet voice just as the music was coming to an end and they were facing each other again.

“I am,” he answered just as the rest of the ballroom exploded in applause for the musicians. Katsuki offered him his arm again and led him off the dance floor.

“I need to go find her, but I’ll meet you again later?” Izuku asked and Katsuki grabbed his free hand to skim his lips over his knuckles in a parting gesture that had Izuku blushing up to his roots again.

“Don’t stay away for too long,” he whispered against Izuku’s hand, his eyes intense. “Who knows when Shigaraki is coming for you. I’d rather be there when he does to keep an eye on him.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku breathed out. Feeling bold, he reached out the hand and briefly skimmed it over the Alpha’s cheek in a light scenting. “He won’t try anything out in public.”

“I don’t want him touching you and I don’t trust him.”

“I’ll have you know I can take care of myself.”

“I have no doubt. Still, you’re mine now and I want to protect you.”

With that, he stepped away from Izuku and inclined his head towards the rest of the room.

“Go, find your friend. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Izuku turned around, still aware of Katsuki’s eyes on his back, and started weaving through the crowd toward where he thought he had seen Ochako. His heart was beating like crazy and he felt like he was walking on clouds. He was sure the grin on his face made him look ridiculous but frankly, Izuku couldn’t care less what the other nobles said about him right now.

Not when Kacchan was looking at him like that and Izuku knew he was waiting for him.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 5

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midgardianweasley · 3 years ago

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Movie Night

Movie night

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: It’s friday night, or more commonly known as movie night for the Avengers. A horror movie was put on and Y/N isn’t feeling so brave, luckily she’s got a Romanoff nearby.

Warnings: coulrophobia (fear of clowns), mentions of the IT movie and pennywise.

Word Count: 2.5k

Идиоты. - ‘Idiots.’

Requests are open!

“I vote action movie”

“We watched an Action movie last week, Sam.” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, briefly looking up and meeting my eyes, earning a small smile in return, attempting to provide some sanity for the man.

“Plus, do you not think we’ve had enough action for one week?” Bucky grumbled, this week having taken a toll on everyone. We were all exhausted from our missions, some more than others, the soldier being one of them.

“Okay okay, no action, damn” Sam put his hands up in defeat, accepting that he wasn’t going to win this one. A few more options had been suggested, Bruce suggested rom-com, Thor suggested comedy, Vision proposed a documentary, all of which were shut down with groans and sounds of protest.

I turned to my assassin girlfriend who had been sitting beside me watching the scene unfold with an amused smirk on her face, her green eyes darting around the room whenever someone else spoke and taking sips of the drink she had in her hand. I nudged her slightly to get her attention

“Hey.”

“Hi”

“If it was up to you, what would you choose for movie night?” I asked. She morphed her face into a thoughtful one, still with a slight smile on her face, taking time to make her decision.

“If it was completely up to me? I would-”

“Aha!” Tony interrupted with a loud snap of his fingers. “I know, we haven’t watched a horror movie in a while, and the new IT movie just came out, we can watch that” He smirked, proud of his contribution to the discussion at hand. I looked around the room, praying that they would pick anything else, literally anything, even Vision’s documentary.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to be really into it as they all shared nod’s and “yeah” “sounds good” before splitting up to go and get their snacks and blankets to bring back to the large sofa.

Although I wouldn't admit it to the rest of the group, I was absolutely terrified of clowns and have been since I was a child. If there was a clown at a birthday party or an event, I’d pretend I was sick so that my mum wouldn’t make me go. She soon noticed a pattern in my behaviour, putting the pieces together and realising that I hadn't come down with the flu three times that month, I was avoiding the ‘entertainment’ of the parties.

She tried explaining that it was just a guy in makeup and a funny suit, showing off fun tricks and jokes. However, 9 year old me still refused to attend, faking a sneeze and hiding under the blanket.

“Woah, Y/L/N, you good over there?” Tony furrowed his brows, concern written all over his face. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I wish it was a ghost.

I regained my composure, nodding and sending a firm smile his way, hoping that would be enough to prevent any further questioning. With a shrug, he made his way out of the room and caught up with Thor to explain what ‘IT’ was.

“You don’t look so good, sure you’re okay?” Nat placed her hand on my back, rubbing small, reassuring circles with her palm. I wanted to put on a brave face and tell her I was fine, that there wasn’t a problem and my heart wasn’t racing with fear, but the look on her face, while caring and concerned, was also warning me not to lie to her. Not that i’d manage anyway, she always had ways of finding out the truth eventually.

I shook my head, letting out a small sigh and turning in my seat to address her. My eyes met hers and I felt my heart settle slightly just by looking at her, she always made me feel safe.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” She whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek, her thumb stroking my cheekbone in small movements.

“It’s so silly, really.”

“Nothing is silly if it’s upsetting you Detka. Tell me.”

“It’s this movie.”

The confusion was obvious on her face, yet she stayed quiet, allowing me to elaborate.

“I just, I’ve never been the best with clowns. Ever since I was a child, I’ve had this fear of them. If I saw one, I’d run in the opposite direction, which was more often than one would think. I mean, seriously, who wants one of those things at a party? What happened to princess parties? Or tea parties!” I exclaimed, my tone becoming more intense as I spoke.

Natasha nodded, I could almost see the cogs turning in her head, figuring out how to approach the situation. After a minute or two, she focused her eyes back on me and her hands had trailed down to meet with mine, interlocking them in the process.

“Do you want to skip it tonight?” She suggested.

“No, no, I don’t want to cause a fuss. Plus, I kinda don’t want the others knowing.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I’m sure we can pull a sickie for one night.”

“I’m sure. Just, can you stay next to me? And let me hide if it gets really bad?”

“Of course you can. I’ll be next to you the whole time.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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We were at the haunted house scene in the movie. There had already been jumpscares that I'd managed to avoid for the most part, but I don’t think I've moved past Georgie’s death yet, let alone have time to process the psycho killer clown on the screen.

Eddie was in a room alone, he was staring at this dirty, old fridge and a white hand had appeared, curling itself around and tapping on the side so you could only see it’s fingers. I tugged the blanket that was laid across Natasha and i’s laps and pulled it up to my nose, eyes still on the screen, but prepared to take cover. It appears as though nothing has changed from all those years ago.

As the fridge door creaked open, my blanket had raised higher and higher, my grip tightening by the second while the hand reappeared, this time, you could see it’s entire body contorted into this small space.

“Nope. No, absolutely fucking not. No.” I mumbled, covering my eyes with my fluffy shield. Luckily, Nat had stolen the sofa at the back, meaning I could skip the scary parts without anyone taking much notice, them being too entranced by the movie. Weirdo’s.

In my safety bubble I'd created, I felt my girlfriend’s hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles to reassure me that I was okay, and that she was here. I shuffled a little so I was closer to her, if that was even possible, her then adjusting so that her hand was still on my thigh, but another arm was wrapped securely around me, pulling me into her side a little more.

I assumed we would stay like that for a bit, until she started to shift more noticeably and lifted the part of the blanket closest to her, and put it over her own head, taking me by surprise, a faint gasp leaving my lips when seeing that she’d joined me.

“You doing okay under here?” She spoke softly, a hint of amusement playing on her face as she looked at me folded up into a ball.

“I am. This blanket protects me from all.”

“Of course it does, the fluffier it is, the more protection, right?” She quoted words i’d spoken earlier on when bringing in the blanket for us.

“Are you sure you’re not going to boil under there?”

“Nope. And even if I do, the fluffier the blanket, the more protection from cannibal clowns.” I’d explained proudly. Yes, I'm an Avenger that fights extraterrestrials and demigods and still runs to a blanket for safety, leave me alone.

We stayed under there for a minute or two, holding hands and sharing small kisses while the movie continued and we hid in our little bubble.

“C’mon lovebirds, the movie isn’t over yet, you can continue that when we’ve gone to bed if you must.” Stark called out, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and retreat back to her previous position.

I don’t know what ran through my mind, I clearly didn’t think twice about the situation I was in, my default being to follow Natasha and pull the blanket down and off my head. Upon resurfacing from my cocoon, I looked towards the Television. Bad idea. With a shriek that I'm almost certain could be heard from Asgard, I flew under the blanket again after seeing Pennywise with all of his teeth on show, edging towards Eddie to eat him.

Natasha’s arms wound their way around me again, slightly shaking now from the fright. Even though the blanket tended to muffle sounds, I could hear the room fill with laughter and comments from the Avengers.

“I didn’t know your voice could go that high Y/L/N”

“Pennywise! You scared Y/N!”

“Y/N, it’s literally-”

“How about you guys shut up and watch the movie? Otherwise I swear to god Thor, I’ll bring snakes in here and Sam, I’ll cut the wings off of your suit.” I heard the redhead next to me threaten, alongside some more punishments to the others who laughed, immediately silencing them, all of them knowing that she wasn’t one for an empty threat.

Even though the laughter died down and no more words were spoken, tears still built up in my eyes and were daring to fall down my cheeks. I feel so embarrassed. A room full of superheroes and I was scared to death over a fictional clown in front of all of them.

I tried to keep my sniffles to a minimum and at a level where no one could hear me, however, they seemed to have caught Nat’s attention as she whispered to me, loud enough for me to hear, but quietly so that it was only me that could hear.

“Mind if I come in?”

I chose not to verbally respond, instead, I pulled the edge of the blanket up, allowing her to bend down and make her way underneath. After making herself comfortable, she turned to me and did, what felt like study, my face before tutting under her breath.

“Идиоты. Are you okay?” I smiled at her speaking Russian. She often switched between the two, interchanging within sentences. I’d been around her enough to pick up on some of the terms, funnily enough she’d said that word so often, my understanding was immediate.

“Feeling a bit humiliated” My voice came out weak and slightly gravelly from the crying, her thumb immediately wiped the tears off of my cheeks, lingering afterwards.

“Don’t be. Everyone has their fears, you shouldn’t be embarrassed by having them. Okay? It just means you're human.” She patiently explained, sparking a question to leave my lips before realising.

“Do you have a fear?”

She smiled “mhm”

“Can I know what it is?”

She leaned in closer to me, lips hovering beside my ear so I could feel and hear her breathing quietly.

“Идиоты” She whispered, resulting in me clamping my hand over my mouth to limit the noise my laughter was making.

“There’s that smile I love.” She took my chin in her index finger and her thumb, her face once again, coming closer towards mine before our lips met in the middle, sharing a soft, quick kiss, distracting me from any embarrassment i’d previously felt.

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The movie had just finished, everyone was getting up and starting to clear up any mess they’d made, mainly popcorn that had fallen everywhere, Wanda and Vision being the main culprit, jumping at the scary parts had caused a popcorn avalanche near their seats.

Nat and I gathered our blankets and snacks we’d brought in, trying to ignore the slight tension hanging in the air, and just as we were about to walk to our bedroom, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Peter.

Rocking back and forth on his heels and fidgeting with his hands, he smiled.

“Hey, uh- miss Y/L/N. Miss Romanoff, sorry, I just wanted to come and make sure you were okay.” He rushed, clearly anxious to approach us considering the telling off Natasha gave everyone earlier.

“I’m okay, thank you Peter. You can call me Y/N by the way, ‘miss’ makes me feel old.” I chuckled, visibly seeing his shoulders relax at my response, he was really sweet, never wanting to get on anyone’s bad side. He’s a good kid.

“Sorry mi-,Y/N, sorry, I’ll remember for next time. That movie was pretty freaky, if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

“I will, thank you.”

Feeling more relaxed, I made a slow but steady beeline for the bedroom, wanting to have cuddles with Nat and go to sleep, hopefully forget the movie ever happened. Soon enough, we were both changed into a vest top, I wore a pair of shorts and Nat wore a pair of sweats and we were in bed, facing each other with our legs tangled together, our noses bumping every so often.

“I love you” I mumbled in between kisses, eyes opening briefly to be met by her green orbs looking back at me.

“I love you more, Detka.”

A silence then overtook the room, only being able to hear the breeze outside and a slight whistle from where it was flying through the trees. I’d usually adore this, finding peace in the wind and the darkness, tonight however, it felt unsettling. All I could hear in my head was the soundtrack to the movie, picturing the bloody teeth and that creepy smile from earlier in my head.

“Love?” I nudged my girlfriend’s nose gently, hoping she was still somewhat awake.

“Mhmm?”

“Can you, can you possibly sing to me?” Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile on her face, wrapping her arms tightly around me before humming a quiet melody, sending me into a blissful sleep.

By noon the next day, I had received apologies from everyone in the compound, a couple of bone crushing hugs from Thor and some complementary pancakes that Wanda had made with some help from Bruce, aprons on and covered in flour. Everyone tucked into their individual stacks, enjoying some lighthearted conversation, Nat taking the opportunity to press a small kiss to the back of my hand, I quickly returned the gesture. It was lovely.

Movie night was a rollercoaster, but at the end of the day, I was surrounded by the best people, and nothing would change that, not even the fear of clowns.

Though they’re still really fucking scary.

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fawad-khan · 3 years ago

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birthdays and wonders

A/N: heyyy so this is an entry for @hollandsrecs tom’s birthday fic fest! hope u enjoy and let me know how this was!

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(edit is mine!)

Pairing- Tom Holland x reader, both are married here :)

Word Count- 1.5k+ (yea i should practice writing more)

Prompt- your birthday present for tom: telling him you're pregnant

Warning- just mentions of sickness and vomiting in the beginning, nothing too much.

Summary- on tom’s birthday, you have a certain special gift for thomas this year.

You tossed and turned on your bed as you felt something come up your neck and would come out of the mouth any moment. You felt nauseous. You opened your eyes and sat up. You climbed off the bed, trying not to make noise and wake Tom. You made your way towards the bathroom, covering your mouth so that you could avoid puking on the floor.

Quickly, you opened the bathroom door and jogged towards the toilet and lifted the seat and emptied the contents of your stomach inside the toilet bowl. As the contents left, you could feel a bit better.

When you were finally done, you flushed and rinsed your mouth thoroughly to get rid of the taste of vomit. You walked back to the bed and got inside the covers beside Tom, who stirred a bit in his sleep and subconsciously pulled you closer towards him. Closing your eyes, you drifted back to sleep.

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This continued for a week. You didn't tell anyone about this, as it didn't seem like a big deal with you. Also because Tom would make a really big fuss, although that was also something that made him so adorable. You thought maybe this was a flu bug that was in the air and decided to dismiss this and focused on the upcoming days.

Tom's birthday was approaching and you wanted to keep a small and homely affair with all of his family and best mates.

Right now, you were discussing the food menu and decorations to do. Since Tom was out doing some work, this was the perfect opportunity to plan everything out and hence you had called Harrison, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine to help you out and discuss the food, time, drinks, etc.

You suddenly felt an urge to pee real bad. This was weird, considering you had just gone to the bathroom ten minutes ago.

"Shit" you muttered, hurrying towards the bathroom again. You came out five minutes later, feeling very suspicious. This happened a bunch of times in the previous day as well. You were trying to wrack your brains.

Then it struck to you. You took out your phone and checked the calendar, and sure enough, your period was late by a week already. Now, just to be sure, you needed a test.

You went back to the living room, where the boys were chatting and planning.

"Hey Haz, could you come here for a second? I need to talk about something." He nodded and walked towards you. You gestures him to follow you to the kitchen so that you could get some privacy.

"What's up, (y/n)?"

You took a deep breath. "Well, uh, I really don't know how to say this, but um I've been feeling some things over the last few days and uh" you looked down for a minute, wondering how were you gonna speak the words you were about to say next.

"I think I might be pregnant." You bit your bottom lip nervously as you looked at his face for his reaction. He held a bewildered expression, his eyes widened as he tried to process what you just told him.

"Wait, really? You're pregnant?" He asked, still confused.

"I think so, I'm not really sure."

"Oh, I see. Well, do you have any tests lying around? You could take a test and check."

"Well, that's what I called you here for. Could you just maybe purchase some tests from the nearby store? If it's possible?"

"Of course! I'll be glad to help you however I can." He smiled, making you smile too.

"Thanks Haz, you're a lifesaver."

"Anytime. I'll just go now and bring them for ya."

"Oh and Haz? Can you just not tell anyone right now? Especially Tom? I don't want anyone to know just in case this was a false alarm or anything."

"Of course, my mouth is zipped. You have my word."

"Thanks. Now hurry along!" With that he went out and made a simple excuse of getting a phone call and quickly went to the nearby medical store and bought a small bunch of tests. He came back carrying them in a small bag, entering inside quietly and sneakily placing them in your room, without anyone seeing him. He came back and nodded at you, you mouthed a thanks to him.

Later, when the other boys had gone, you decided now would be safe to test. Harrison, of course, stayed back as he wanted to know whatever the outcome was, and be there for you.

You went to the bathroom and prepared yourself to pee on the stick. Luckily, you made sure to drink a decent amount of water just in case so that this would go smoothly.

You waited for five minutes and checked the tube. Surely, it showed two lined, which indicated that the test was positive and you were indeed, pregnant.

"Oh my god." You could not help saying to yourself.

"Is everything ok?" Haz asked, knocking softly at the door.

"Yeah, yeah it's alright." You replied, heading to the door and opening it.

"Well?" He asked, looking at you.

"It's positive."

"Oh my god is it true?"

"Yes it is Haz! You're going to be an uncle!" You smiled as he jumped a little in excitement like a kid. He gave you a tight hug, which you responded by hugging him as well, giggling and smiling.

"Hey, uh let's just not tell Tom yet. Or anyone. I think I know the perfect time to tell him." You looked at him knowingly, hoping that he could get the drift, which he did.

"You got it, chief."

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"Happy birthday to you, Tom!" You sang as he cut his cake. The party turned out to be a very and cozy affair, with everything going well as planned.

You were yet to give your gift to Tom. You decided that it would be better when you both were alone and had your privacy to do it.

While the others were busy on distributing the cake and food for each other and taking their share, you went to Tom and hugged him from behind, making him grin and hold your hands wrapped around his waist.

"Happy birthday, darling." You mumbled in his ear, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Thanks love." He chuckled, turning around to give you a proper hug and pull you closer to him, his head resting on your shoulder and taking in your scent which always reminded him of home and comfort, what he always felt when he was with you.

"Hey, wanna come to the room for a second? I wanna show you something." He nodded and you took his hand in yours and walked to the bedroom. You walked to your cupboard and took out a small, neatly wrapped box which you had kept for this particular occasion.

"Here's my present. Happy birthday, baby." You whispered to him, handing him the gift.

"Thanks, angel. Wonder what's in here." He sat on the bed and unwrapped the box, wondering what could be there. You could feel your heartbeat go faster as you waited for his reaction. He took out the box and opened the lid, his eyes scrunched in confusion as he saw a pregnancy kit there.

He picked it up and observed it closely in his hands and noticed there were two lines, which made him gasp in surprise and look at you. He got up, taking the pregnancy kit in hand walked to you, hoping he had read the situation right.

"Darling, is this what I think it is? I mean, is it true? Are you h-having a baby?" He looked down gently at your belly and looked at your face again. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your belly.

"Yes Tom. We're having a baby." You smiled softly, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh my god, babe this is so amazing! We're gonna have a baby, a mini you or mini me in our arms in a few months, I just- wow!" He chuckled softly, running his fingers through his curls. He gave you a big hug, holding you close to him. You could hear him sniffle a bit as you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm so happy and excited, darling." He mumbled in your ear.

"Me too, Tom. I'm excited for this." You could feel tears of joy coming out of your eyes. You pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a soft kiss. His soft lips moved with yours as he squeezed your waist gently. You pulled away and placed your forehead on his, looking into his eyes filled with happy tears.

You both could not help but giggle, feeling so ecstatic about having a child, two years into your marriage, and were ready to welcome a little baby into your world.

"I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too, Tom." You smiled.

"Now wanna tell the others?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Although, Harrison knows." You winked. With that you walked towards the door to break the news to everyone, while Tom muttered a 'hey!' before coming to join you to break the news.

This certainly had been an amazing birthday, he thought. You were both looking forward to having your child and what the future held for you.

The End

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nicolanoodles · 2 years ago

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Aaaaaaand we’re back! Shoutout to @lunar-rainclouds for being the sweetest person ever ❤️ hope you enjoy the next instalment of Roomba AU :)

Waterworks

The holidays don’t go smoothly…

Word Count: 2100

Gentle paws kneaded the blanket as Petra scritched Nigel under the chin, the black cat emitting a steady purr. Her other hand rested on the large swell of her stomach as the baby kicked and wiggled. Fairy lights twinkled on the Christmas tree as the tv droned in the background, reruns of an old sitcom lost to her as bliss enveloped her on the sofa.

Levi brought the steaming mug in from the kitchen. He gazed for a moment at his wife as she doted over the beloved pet, the very picture of maternal bliss. He allowed the tiniest smile to form on his lips as he watched the scene from the doorway. Not long now. Nigel met Levi’s eyes from his spot on his favourite human.

The cat hadn’t left Petra alone since the early weeks of her pregnancy. Everywhere Petra went, the feline followed. If she sat down, he was there head butting at her stomach. When she lay down to sleep the cat was close to follow, kneading at the blankets covering her midsection. As she’d progressed through the months and watched her feet disappear, Petra had nearly tripped over the cat an alarming number of times, much to Levi’s distress.

“Damn animal’s obsessed with you”, Levi mumbled padding into the room as Petra sat fussing Nigel’s ears.

“He’s just excited to meet his new sibling, aren’t you my little bread loaf?” Nigel shot Levi a triumphant look as he curled his tail round, nestling further into the knitted blanket draped over Petra’s stomach. “Hey maybe he’s kneading at me so much coz he knows I’ve got a bun in the oven? Eh, geddit?”

Levi rolled his eyes. He could hardly talk though. Since Petra had announced her pregnancy, Levi had doted on her. It had revealed his most tender side; rubbing her back during the bouts of morning sickness (which Levi grimly found out weren’t just a morning thing), putting lotion on her stretch marks, massaging her feet when they got sore. Turns out her only major craving had been carrots, but Levi made sure to keep a good stock in the fridge.

The first scan, he was woe to admit, he nearly cried at. Seeing their baby for the first time on the fuzzy ultrasound screen and hearing the sound of its heartbeat opened up a part of his heart he hadn’t been introduced to until that moment.

Sure he was nervous. Not having a father figure in their life would affect any new dad - and no, Kenny didn’t count. But he’d had a strong as hell mother to raise him to be the man he was this present day. He was determined to raise his own kid giving it all the love his mom had poured into his upbringing without the worries over basic shit like he’d had growing up.

Petra eagerly accepted the herbal tea off her husband, “Thanks, I think I overdid it earlier”

Levi gave her a chastising look, “You’re supposed to rest until the brat makes an appearance. Doctor’s orders”

“The baby’s due in just over a week, I think I’m past the point of going into premature labour sweetie”

Levi grumbled under his breath as he settled onto the couch next to her.

***

Since being condemned to bed rest a month ago, Petra has gone into full on nesting mode. More than once Levi had come home to a completely reorganised apartment, the contents of cupboards spilled out across their home as Petra frantically rearranged and re-sorted their belongings. “It just didn’t feel right - I just reorganised a few things!”, Levi stared in exasperation at the now completely re-stacked bookshelf and empty bottles of windex littering the living room. He decided to ignore the rickety ass stepladder propped up against the wall.

“Tch, definitely my kid”

***

They cuddled on the sofa as the rain continued tapping the windows. Spencer rolled in, sporting a small knitted hat as its brushes whirred across the laminate. Levi gave a withering look to his wife.

Petra answered with her own beaming smile, “Oh don’t look at me like that, he just wants to feel festive”

“It’s a fucking Roomba!”

Petra kissed up his jaw, “Shh, don’t shout at the pregnant person”.

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The rain had continued to pour into the next morning. Levi looked out at the miserable sky with distaste before turning back to his wife in annoyance.

Petra scowled back, “Levi seriously it’s just Braxton Hicks, you need to stop fussing”

“And you need to take it easy, stop trying to move furniture!”

“It was getting dusty behind the crib!”

“That’s what the robot vacuum’s for!”. Levi stomped back into the living room.

Petra waddled after her husband, determined to prove that she wasn’t an invalid. Getting her best pout on, she was ready to unleash a month’s worth of bed ridden pregnancy hormones, but stopped when she caught Levi staring at the TV. A local news reporter channel. She watched as horror slowly spread across his face.

“-devastating scenes of Karanes trailer park this morning as flood water swept through the area leaving hundreds without power or-”

Petra gaped at the distressing scenes pictured on the television screen. She opened her mouth to say something but Levi was already rushing to the hallway, digging through the closet for some boots.

Petra shouted down the hallway, “Levi at least call her! Search and rescue might already-!”

But he was gone.

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A few hours later Levi had returned, soaked to his skin but thankfully with a relatively unharmed Kuchel and a small bag of her belongings in tow.

Now the three of them sat at the kitchen table, steaming mugs of tea in hand. Levi’s foot tapped against the tiles as he prepared for the incoming argument.

Kuchel set her cup down on the coaster, “You don’t have to fuss honey, I really am fine”. He would have believed his mother if she hadn’t started sneezing immediately after. He offered her the tissue box, “Tch like hell you are, I told you that something like this would happen eventually”. He muttered darkly about ‘damn idiots building on flood plains’ as he went to refill their mugs.

Petra reached across the table to hold her mother in law’s hand, “It really wouldn’t be any trouble Kuchel, we’d love to have you and we’d definitely feel better knowing you’re safe and dry in the apartment rather than in a trailer park prone to flooding”.

“I know what you’re saying sweetheart, but I really can’t impose on you like this. You’re gonna have a little one to take care of very soon and the last thing you need is for me to be in the way”

As if to prove a point, Petra winced as the baby kicked.

Levi’s jaw tensed. He turned back to his mother.

“You’re staying here”, Kuchel opened her mouth to protest but Levi held up his hand and carried on.

“The park is flooded with no electricity and by the time it dries out it’s gonna be damp for weeks, maybe months if the heating doesn’t kick back in. You’ll get sick. You’re staying with us until I deem the trailer inhabitable for you or you find an apartment. End of discussion.”

Kuchel’s eyes softened towards her son, “Thank you sweetie, though I could always give Kenny a ring”

“You are not living with that psycho”. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he exhaled deeply, sliding back onto the wooden chair, “Just let yourself be taken care of for once, please”. Petra’s hand squeezed his knee under the table.

Petra turned to the older woman, “Look, let’s talk more about this in the morning. It’s been a tough day for everyone and the main thing is that you’re safe and dry and more than welcome to spend the holidays with us at the very least ok?”.

Kuchel smiled at her daughter in law, conceding the argument for the evening, “Only until I find an apartment”.

Three empty mugs later and one mother settled onto the pull out sofa for the night, Levi finally rolled into bed with Petra. Sleep didn’t come. His mom was incredibly caring and grateful, but stubborn. She was too used to working herself into the ground if necessary for the things she had and Levi hated it.

The alarm clock ticked its steady rhythm.

He shut his eyes and fell into restless slumber.

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The next morning, brought little resolution. Every avenue they looked into pointed to one blaring conclusion. They were gonna need a bigger boat. Or in more actualistic terms, a fucking mortgage and more square footage. Visions of sleazy estate agents trying to glaze over poorly hidden structural issues flooded Levi’s mind. Petra had spent the morning trying to soothe her husband’s nerves.

“You know it could actually be a blessing, we could find a house with a garden”. Petra stretched her back, “And it’s not as if there’s a massive amount of stuff between us all, we could always have a garage sale…minus the garage”.

Levi leant against the counter and let out a heavy sigh. It was true that they would certainly be hard pressed for space if his mother came to live with them and there was definitely going to be arguments about how stuff was done around the home. They’d have to set clear boundaries and rethink the nursery to accommodate a spare bed while they searched for a house. But the thought of having his mother go back to the ruined mobile home with no guarantee that it wouldn’t flood again made bile claw up his throat. No. His mom had had it rough raising him on her own. She’d sacrificed so much for him growing up. All the clothes she’d mended, the jobs she’d worked, the jewellery she’d pawned to make sure they always had food on the table. She’d even sold her car to help pay for his tuition to get into a good college. No way. He was not gonna send her back to some damp ass trailer no matter how much she protested. It was the least he could do.

A loud splash broke him out of his thoughts.

“Damn cat! Knocking shit over”, he groused as he grabbed the tea towel to mop up the mess.

He paused.

Something was off with the scene in front of him. He’d expected to be met with a mess on the table cloth, maybe even a chipped glass, and a startled cat. However Nigel was perched on top of the fridge, innocently cleaning his asshole. The table cloth remained intact, no stain to be seen. Petra’s empty breakfast bowl sat on the placemat ready to be washed up.

The full glass of water sat resolutely on the table.

Levi’s eyes tracked down to the puddle on the floor directly under Petra’s feet now soaking into her slippers.

He watched as his wife doubled over letting out a hiss of pain.

Oh.

Fuck.

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The next few hours seemed to happen in a millisecond and in slow motion all at once.

The drive to the hospital was a blur. Then there was the checking in and the anxious phone calls from his mother. Then the waiting. And the waiting. And the waiting…

And finally, in the late hours of Christmas Eve, Rowan Ackerman entered the world.

Levi sat in the chair next to the hospital bed as Petra slept, cradling his son. He pulled back the blanket a little as the infant squirmed, a little tuft of jet black hair sticking out. The baby yawned and tiny amber eyes gazed up at him briefly before settling back into slumber. God he couldn’t stop staring. Minute fingers curled themselves round his own as Levi readjusted the blanket (lovingly knitted by the newly appointed Grandma). The colours were a little uneven and the edges were stretched to an odd shape but it didn’t matter. ‘This way I can give my Grandbaby a hug every night’, Kuchel had told him as she handed it over at Petra’s baby shower.

Anxiety at his mother’s (and by proxy their own) living situation tried to claw its way up but found no purchase. For the first time in the last 48 hours Levi found nothing but peace staring back at him. It would all work out. Levi looked at his family and his heart filled over.

Between all the drama and happiness and hurt and surprises along the way, they would be still be here.

And Levi couldn’t be fucking happier.

END

Ackerbaby’s name is in no way a reference to any sort of big ass trees. No sir.

If you’re still following this silly little AU of mine then welcome back! Sorry for the mini hiatus but life got BUSY (much like Levi and Petra’s is about to here ha)

Thank you again for reading, you’re the best ❤️

#levi ackerman #petra ral #rivetra #rivetra fic #kuchel ackerman #ackerbaby #roomba au

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misstressshelby · 3 years ago

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The Good The Bad and Everything In-between

Summary: Living with two Shebly men has its ups and downs. A second part of my Lost Boy writing. (I suck at summaries)

Warnings: Language

Word Count:1,856

Paring: Tommy/Reader (Reader is GN but there is a slight refecne to pregnancy)

(A/N: I just want to say thank you for 50 notes on Lost Boy! I didn’t think anyone would he interested in a little headcanon I created. I guess we can all agree Finn deserved better. )

You longed for Arrow House even as it’s large gates came into view. Tommy planned to go eighty percent legitimate by the end of next year so that meant playing nice with the tofts. Spending all afternoon with the wives of Tommy’s business associates had drained you. You couldn’t remember if the pit in your stomach or the thumping in your head started before or after lunch.

All you knew was as soon as you entered the house you instantly felt better. Mary was waiting for you as usual. You had lived in Arrow House for a year now but still weren’t used to having maids around.

“Good afternoon Mrs.Shelby. How was your lunch?” Mary smiled as soon you walked in.

“Long Mary, very long.” You gave a tight smile back. Offering a ‘Thank You” as she took your coat.

Before you could ask her where the rest of your family was, Finn walked out of the living room. He was still wearing his school uniform he claimed to hate because it made him look like a “posh twat”. His tutor Mr.Chapman followed behind him shuffling papers into a briefcase.

“Hello, Finn, how's tutoring going?’ You asked.

‘Yeah, it’s alright.’ The redhead grunted back before moving to go outside.

“Are you finished with your homework?” You questioned already suspecting the answer.

“Nah I got a couple more pages but I wanna go to the stables. I’ll only be an hour I swear it.” Finn gave you the pleading look he’d mastered.

After considering it for a moment you nodded,” An hour Finn. Then you finish up your homework before dinner.”

The boy gave you half a hug on his way out. He had to lean down to capture you in his arms. He was only fifteen but he was already taller than you and your husband though Tom would never admit it.

Watching Finn run out the door you turned your attention to the tutor. The man was standing in the hallway fiddling with his bag uneasily.

“How is he doing Mr.Chapman?'' You finally addressed him.

“Well he’s doing alright I suppose.” He continued seeing your questioning stare. “He’s still struggling with a few concepts but he’s quick to figure things out.”

“Yeah, that’s the Shelby in ‘im” You chuckle to yourself. “Do we owe you for the week?

Shaking his head Mr.Chapman told you “No.No. Mr.Shelby already took care of it.’

Adjusting his satchel he quickly left out the same door as Finn. He never stayed long after their sessions.

Not giving it much thought, you headed straight to your husband’s office. He was already gone when you woke this morning and as silly as it was you missed him. After knocking against the door you pull it open before Tommy’s muffled “come in” could even start.

“Hello, Tommy, how ‘is your day going?” You greet him while making the short walk to his desk.

He looked up from his papers with a cigarette hanging off his lips to give a short “Busy.”, before writing again.

You didn’t let this deter you as you sat on the edge of his desk that wasn’t covered in files. Taking the cigarette from his lips you kissed him as if you had been deprived of him for months.

“The tutor just left. He said Finn is making good progress.” You informed him.

He watched as you took a drag off his cigarette with a glint in his eyes. Knowing you wouldn’t leave until he gave you the attention you demanded he leaned back in his chair.

“How was lunch with Minnie and Ida then?” He asked.

‘It was like every other boring lunch, we sat around and ate tiny food while they complained about the other wives. I've invited Minnie and Richard to dinner next Wednesday.”, You could feel your headache return as you told him.

Tommy gave you a curious look waiting for you to take another drag.

‘She was telling me Richard is looking into investing in the car business while it’s on the rise and all. So I figured we’d have them for dinner and if business happens to be brought up you two can talk about it.” You explain.

“So happens to be brought up?” Tommy teased.

“Yes, it usually happens at these things.” You tell him with a slight smile.

“Now you finish up whatever you’re doing. Dinner will be ready at seven.” You command slipping off the desk while putting the cigarette out in the ashtray.

Your husband let out a loud sigh which was never a good sign.

“Love, I have a lot of work to do ton-’ He started.

“Yes, and you can finish it when you come back from dinner.” You cut him off.

This was the ever-going battle in your home making Tommy stop working and take care of himself. But you’d be damned if you didn’t go down without a fight.

You lean over the side of the desk pulling him lightly by his silk tie into another kiss.

“Thomas Shelby, I will drag you out of this office. Don’t you think for a second I won’t.” You threaten him with a grin.

” Wouldn’t dream of it Mrs.Shelby.”, He smirked back.

At seven on the dot, you all sat down for dinner together as a family.

Finn talked for most of the dinner about school and his favorite football club going to the championship.

You mused about your plans for Minnie’s dinner Wednesday.

Tommy spent most of dinner listening, offering nods or the occasional “yeah”.

Once he and Finn started talking about a horse he wanted to buy for the races he didn’t stop. Long forgotten was the pile of contracts in his office.

For the first time since you woke this morning you were content. The moments you spent with your little family were the ones you cherished the most.

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The sound of a door slamming startled you awake. While the two voices yelling kept you from falling back to sleep. Before you could wonder what the fuss was about, an acidic taste overtook your mouth. You barely made it to the toilet, your knees hitting the hard floor as the bile rose. By the time you had emptied your stomach laying on the bathroom floor the screaming had stopped.

You couldn’t think about anything over the pounding in your head made worse from the buzzing of the lights. Making your way downstairs you noticed everything irritated you.

The fact that you tripped over Thomas’s shoes you had told him to put away last night. The coldness of the house even though there was a fireplace in almost every room. Even the way Mary greeted you with “Good Morning Mrs.Shelby.” seemed to drip with condescension.

As you reached the dining room you had a feeling the day was going to drag on forever.

Finn was glaring at his eggs while pushing them around his plate. Beside him, Tommy hid behind a newspaper with only a line of smoke to be seen.

The room was tense and you knew neither of the men would say anything first. Stubbornness also ran in the Shelbys.

“Do either of you want to tell what the fuck all the commotion this morning was about?” You snapped sitting in front of your own breakfast.

Finn gave you a glare before starting in,” Yeah Tommy won’t let me go to a football match with me friends. It’s fooking bullshit!”

In return, Tommy put down the paper with a sigh,” You’re not going to Manchester. I’m not discussing this again Finn.”

Both of them looked at you as if you had a say in the matter.

“If Thomas says no the answer is no Finn.” You settled.

“This is complete bollocks. You took me away from me friends in Birmingham and now I’m not allowed to have any friends here either?” Finn screamed standing up from the table.

“We never said you couldn’t have friends Finn. It’s just not the right time to go to Manc-” You tried to calm him down.

“ You’re not me fucking mother you can’t tell me what to do!” He slammed his chair against the table.

“You will not fooking talk too ‘er like that! This is me fooking house and what I say fooking goes.” Tommy said in a cold voice.

The table shook as he slammed his palm down on it, breaking his calm facade.

With that Finn stomped up to his room and Tommy to his office both slamming the door when they arrived.

Waking from a nap you had hoped would help with the sickness you felt you heard silence. You laid in bed for a bit longer feeling tears build up in your eyes. Instead of wallowing, you decided to make peace. You chose to try talking to the youngest first making your way to his room. You knocked on the door.

After waiting to hear a reply or shuffle come from the room you knocked again.

“Fuck off.,” Finn answered.

Ignoring him you opened the door anyway to find him lying on his bed still dressed from this morning. He simply turned away from you to face the wall instead.

You sat on the edge of the bed before trying to talk.

“Finn I know you don’t understand this but Tommy is just trying to keep you safe.” You started.

Finn scoffed and moved closer to the wall.

“I know you don’t know this because you’ve been so busy with school, but we’ve had some trouble in Manchester. There’s a gang up there the Scuttlers, who've been trying to move on us. We can’t protect you there Finn. That’s all it is.” Moving closer you put a hand on his shoulder.

``We're happy you’ve made friends at school really. It’s just one match yeah? You can hang out with them another time.” You tried reasoning.

“Yeah.” He grunted, not moving from his spot.

You decided you would take it before going to deal with the other man child.

You found Tommy sitting in his office chair finishing a drink before pouring another.

“ Who does he think he ‘is eh? Talking to me like that in me own fucking house. I should go up there and-’ Tommy began rambling pointing towards the door you just walked through.

“Tom, it's fine. I talked to him and explained everything. Just give ‘im a week and he’ll forget all about it.”You sat in the chair opposite of him.

Once you said that he seemed to relax a little bit.

“I’m still talking to ‘im later. He will not disrespect me or you like that again.” He told you.

To that, you chuckled, “ He’s a teenage boy Thomas he’s gonna argue. But I agree you should talk to him after you’ve both calmed down.”

Tommy nodded and took another swing of his whiskey. He walked over to where you sat leaning against the desk. To your surprise, he smiled.

“You’d make a good mum you know?” He leaned down to stroke your cheek.

“Yeah about that.” You let out.

#tommy shelby reader #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #tommy x reader

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haechanhues · 3 years ago

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Like Unrequited

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader / sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : angst/fluff. bulleted.

warnings : unrequited crush. slight feelings of awkwardness and abandonment. ambiguous relationship though - especially towards the end.

summary : how to confess to someone who doesn’t feel the same.

‘I like you, Heeseung’

All you could see was his eyes

How they enlarged at the words you just spluttered

He hesitated

And at that the world seemed to rush down your throat and rob you of the air in your lungs

Uh.

But still the hope in your stomach flickered like a small fire

A small pathetic little fire

‘I-I….I don’t see you in that way Y/N...I’m sorry.’

Heeseung didn’t smile as he said that

But he squeezed at your shoulder to anchor you down to the reality of it all

You liked Heeseung

And he didn’t like you back

All those teenage movies you watched in an attempt to motivate you seemed to laugh at you

All those beautiful actresses and all those beautiful actors planting the seed of false hope in the victims of love unrequited

‘That’s okay?’

You smiled.

I’m sure you’ve never seen yourself wear the most bullshit smile you’ve ever bullshitted

Heeseung smacked his lips together and warmly smiled at you

‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?’

Uh.

‘..Maybe. I might just, uh- hang out in the library for a while.’

He grimaced at that

He didn’t want to make you feel as if you weren’t friends

He didn’t want to say ‘friends tho, right?’ as some sort of compensation for your feelings he didn’t share

He felt for you

He loved you (in a way that was only platonic)

And yet-

‘Okay.’

The next day Heeseung had waved at you whilst flanked by the other boys and Ryujin at his side

Jungwon hugged you and asked if you were coming to lunch

‘Nope,’

‘BOOO,’ Niki shouted in Sunoo’s ear

‘What about tomorrow then? I’ve still got that post I want you to see in person’ Jay whined.

‘I dunno I’ll let you know though.’

Ryujin squeezed your hand as she followed you down the hallway away from the boys

‘How was it?’ Ryujin bit her lip with her sympathetic eyes

You shook your head

‘Imma need time. I think.’

‘Okay. Don’t be a stranger.’

Ryujin smiled and hugged you tightly, ‘It’s just one guy, my buddy.’

‘A guy I just happen to like and who’s kind and who I used to gush about for hours on end and-’

‘I was trying to lighten the mood, but my bad,’ Ryujin chuckled a little before letting you go

‘Mhmm’

With a final goodbye you dawdled to the library with your assignments and errands listed in your head for you to do

You took a seat and dug through your bag for your books and pencil case filled with pens and highlighters and got to working

You spent what felt like hours in the library, filling in gaps and writing down notes that you’ve been holding off for what felt like weeks

You sighed as you flicked out your wrist in an attempt to dissipate your pen cramp

That’s when the antics of two boys called your attention

They whispered heatedly between the two of them as they fussed over their written notes and their bags

‘Out of all days, you’re cramming now?’

‘I didn’t know it was due today and you didn’t either!’

‘You don’t even have a pen-’

You giggled to yourself and that had the boys look over to you sheepishly

‘Hey,’

‘Can I borrow a pen?’

You grinned and nodded, pulling out a pen of your pencil case

‘Oh my god. Why aren’t you this helpful?’

‘Fuck you.’

After awhile as they had written down all their points and you had gone back to your work, giggling a little at their quips

‘Here’s your pen. Thanks, really.’

‘No worries...what test is it for?’

‘This science research test. I’m not prepared for it, obviously. But Jake is.’

Sunghoon had explained, cocking his head toward Jake

Jake giggled in reply

‘In that case, you may as well keep the pen.’

Sunghoon grinned

‘Thank you. Do you want the pen back?’

‘I’m not sure about today.. but that could change.’

Meanwhile in the background, Jake smirked at your little exchange, preparing to tell all his and Sunghoon’s friends about his little conversation with a pretty girl in the library

The next few days were spent with Sunghoon and Jake

They had an assignment due that next Wednesday

You had your errands

But as the hours and the days flew by, the time spent actually working on your studies depleted and they were spent getting to know each other

They both gave your their number and you gave yours

You started making plans for after school and weekends

Ryujin wanted you to come to a party with her on Saturday (the boys were going to be there too and Sunoo was missing you)

But you had plans (with Sunghoon)

You started missing phone calls from your friends because you were busy spending time with Sunghoon.

You told Sunghoon and Jake all about your attempt at confessing and that had set Jake off on a tangent about how stupid the guy was and Sunghoon had opted to hold your hand

Your library hangouts had turned into ‘hangouts’ and extended outside of the library

And one day you were with Sunghoon and Jake on the lunch table, smiling at their antics and their whatever-the-fuck-they-were-doing

‘Y/N!’

You turned towards the voice, Sunghoon and Jake following you too

Sunoo reached towards you and hugged you

‘Feel like I never see you, like ever.’

‘I miss you.’

‘Me too,’ You smile.

You looked over at Heeseung and your smile failed a little bit at the way he held a girl’s hand in his

‘Hey,’ He smiled, feeling a little awkward at the revelation of his new girlfriend/friend/fling?

Truthfully he didn’t know who she was

But he wanted to find out

He was also confused at the new friends of yours

Jungwon walked over to you, looking at Sunghoon confusedly, ‘I didn’t know you knew Y/N.’

‘Surprise’

Sunghoon watched as you struggled to gain the confidence to introduce them to your other friends

He reached over and grabbed your hand in his, offering a small smile ‘I’m Sunghoon’

‘Jake’

‘I haven’t seen you in awhile my girl,’ Ryujin said, toe tapping your ankle

‘Sorry, I’ve been with these two this whole time. Super busy.’

Everyone frowns at your short sentence and your sudden uncomfortableness with the whole group in front of you, your easygoingness replaced with something that felt foreign to them

That didn’t really change throughout the week

The only one that really got the same response from you was Sunoo and even that was tampered with

You smiled in front of Sunghoon and Jake like you’re usual

Jungwon, Heeseung, Niki, Jay and Ryujin could only look on as you seemed to distance yourself from them all

Jay still had that one post he had to show you but when he had shown it too

You had pursed your lips in reply and looked at Jake with a secretive smile that you used to use with him

But you smiled at Jay and hugged him goodbye

They weren’t happy (meaning Heeseung and pals)

You did miss your friends

But-

You were happy with Sunghoon and Jake.

Very happy.

Heeseung sighed at the way you branched off with your new friends, leaving him and Ryujin in the dust

‘Okay, I can’t fucking do this anymore,’

Ryujin swore and turned towards him

‘You need to fucking say something. Because I’m sick and tired of being ignored by my best fucking friend in exchange for two boys. Two hot boys, but still boys nonetheless.’

Heeseung sighed at that

He did, didn’t he

So with a bated breath, he approached you when you were alone

No Sunghoon or Jake

Just you

He loomed over you as he attempted to find the words to say

‘Hey’

How are you?’

‘Good. You?’

‘I’m good.’

You nodded and looked over his shoulder in an attempt to find your friends

‘Y/N. Listen.’

Heeseung pleaded and he looked so desperate you couldn’t help but stare at him

‘I like you as my friend so please just keep being my friend.’

‘I am. I am, I just want space and I want time to be able to treat you like a pal and not the guy I like, Heeseung.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you’re ignoring the whole group.’

‘I’m not.’

‘You are! Sunoo misses you like fucking crazy and you are actually separated from Ryujin. That doesn’t feel normal.’

‘But I like being around the boys,’

‘SO LET THEM JOIN US. You don’t even have to look at me or speak to me, if you’re going to be my friend, please for the love of everything cheesy, we’re your friends too. Jay has even started sulking and you know he doesn’t hold grudges.’

You sighed

‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right.’

‘I’ll let Sunghoon and Jake know then.’

‘Yes. Do that.’

So that lunch time, after attempting to persuade Jake who was more than happy to greet friends of yours and Sunghoon who was unhappy with Heeseung still

Sunghoon looked at you softly and then looked at Heeseung in a way that wasn’t the most friendly

‘Hey guys. This is Sunghoon and Jake.’

Jake waved and Sunghoon nodded, linking his fingers with yours

You turned towards him with a small smile

‘Uhhh- I was hoping we could all-join?’

They all couldn’t have been faster to nod or make room for you, welcoming you back with open arms and eager hearts.

author’s note : fun fact but it’s not really over.

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