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thelostconsultant · 3 months ago

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Just a machine

pairing: Max Verstappen x android!reader

summary: Max received an android as a gift, but he didn't expect to fall in love with her within a matter of months.

note: So this is something I started to work on, it sat in my google docs for months, but idk, something feels off. But I didn't want to leave it there, so here is all I have written so far, bon appétit. \\ PS: Kamski and CyberLife are from Detroit: Become Human. It's a video game if you're not familiar.

Every once in a while Max looks at her, notes that she’s the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and then he remembers that under this human disguise she’s just a machine. Keeping an emotional distance is the key, at least that’s what Kamski told him when he gave him this android. But even then something told him that the man wasn’t speaking honestly, that he thought differently and wasn’t one to keep a distance from his artificial children.

It’s only been a few months since she became a part of his life. He picked her up in Detroit after the Las Vegas GP, going to the home of the CyberLife founder who wanted to give him one of the prototypes as a present in person. And in secret. Even though their androids have a small LED on their temple, they could cover them so no one would find out they’re not human. So she got on his jet and traveled back to Monaco with him, settling into her new life quite easily and without anyone finding out he now has an android companion.

“What’s your plan for today?” she asks with a warm smile as she prepares his breakfast, even though he told her not to bother.

But she doesn’t let him do anything around the house anymore, she took the lead when it comes to these things. At least he managed to convince her to leave cleaning to the woman who had been coming to his home for the past years. It’s a small win, but it means a lot to him. In return she insists on staying out of the way every time the cleaning lady comes over, so Max usually takes her somewhere nice for that time.

He leans over the kitchen island to take a closer look at the way she cuts the fruit for the blender, then his eyes move up to her face. Silence fills the room when the knife stills in her hand and she looks back at him. For a moment—just for a fleeting moment—he forgets how to breathe, but then he pulls himself together and goes, “I don’t know. We could get in the car and just drive somewhere far from here. Or we could go buy you some new clothes for next week,” he offers, his eyes carefully scanning her face to see if either of these options caught her interest.

Seconds pass in silence that’s only broken by a thoughtful hum. “We can do whatever you’d prefer, they both sound good,” she says in the end, her smile growing wider before she returns her attention to the fruit.

Max doesn’t let her get away with this, though, because he wants her to choose, to make a decision based on what she wants, not based on what he wants. “Pick one.” Her brows furrow as she glances up at him with a confused look on her gorgeous face. “I want this to be your choice.”

“But—”

“No but!” Max says with a laugh as he reaches out for a piece of strawberry. “Come on, make a choice. Driving or shopping?” he asks.

If the little LED was still visible, it would surely be red now, he knows that. It’s obvious that she doesn’t like the idea of being forced to choose instead of following her owner’s wish, but he wants to see how far she can go, how much she can bend her programming. After all, he doesn’t want a servant, he wants a partner, a companion, someone he can rely on and have fun with.

“Can we drive?” she asks hesitantly in the end.

Flashing an excited grin at the android, he walks around the counter and stops in front of her, his hand moving up to cradle her face while his thumb draws lazy circles into the artificial skin. “We can do whatever you want,” he tells her before leaning in to place a kiss on her forehead.

The rumors don’t bother Max, even though he has seen several articles with photos of the two of them together, posts on social media where fans are trying to figure out who she is, and even hears his own friends teasing him on stream. Yes, he can be affectionate with her even in public, because deep down he yearns for more than just friendship.

But.

But, but, but.

She’s not human. Yes, she’s the perfect copy of a real woman, even though she can’t eat or drink, so it’s not like he can take her to a restaurant for a date. But it wouldn’t matter, there are many more things they can do. But what if he wants a child? What will happen to her after he dies? There are so many things he needs to consider.

Right now, it’s for the best to push these thoughts aside. He wants to focus on today, the way she’s sitting next to him in the car, watching the city through the window as if she hasn’t lived here for months now. He wants to start a conversation, but no topic comes to his mind. All he can think about is how beautiful she is, how amazing it is that they programmed her to be this kind.

Then, as they cross the border to France, he finally takes a deep breath and glances over at her. “You never asked where we’re heading,” he notes.

She finally turns to him with a slightly tilted head. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Then why did you want me to ask?” she wonders, sounding confused.

Without thinking much about it, Max reaches out to take her hand. “I was just surprised that you weren’t curious, that’s all. So… I’ve been meaning to ask you… How are you? Do you like living with me?” His voice is hesitant, and when he looks over at her, he notices the surprise in her expression.

“Of course I do,” she replies, but he can hear it in her voice that it’s the kind of answer she was probably programmed to give.

Letting out a sigh, he speaks up again. “Okay, now let’s hear your real opinion. If you really like to live with me, what do you like the most about it?”

Her eyes move to her lap where their hands lie, fingers intertwined. After what seems like an eternity, she finally speaks up. “You don’t treat me like I was an object. And… you’re always nice to me.” The corners of his lips curl into a smile upon hearing this, because that’s what he’s been aiming to do since the beginning. “Also, I like how passionate you can be about things you like.”

A part of him wants to ask more, but a voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him to give her some space. One step at the time, he has to focus on this. She will open up, she will learn how to interact with him in a more natural manner, without making it obvious that there is a power imbalance at the end of the day.

“Are you ready for next week?” he asks eventually. She nods, but he can tell there’s something she’s hiding. “What is it? I can see something’s bothering you.”

Before answering, she untangles their fingers and pulls her hand away. “It’s just… Won’t it bother you if people start talking about you showing up with an android? I mean, we’re going out together already, sure, but there are more cameras and fans at race weekends,” she says quietly.

Max lets out a sigh. “Your LED isn’t visible and you’re a prototype, there’s no other android out there that looks like you. Kamski won’t tell the truth to anyone,” he assures her. She nods, then her eyes move to the window on her right, clearly avoiding his gaze. “What else?”

“People think I’m your girlfriend,” she says quietly.

He hums at first as he thinks about what to say. “Is it a bad thing?”

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Would you like to be?”

“I wasn’t programmed for that.”

“Are you sure?” She hesitates, so Max takes a deep breath and looks for a good spot to pull over. Once he stops, he turns off the engine and twists his body to look at her. “Listen, I need to know something. Are you only tolerating the way I treat you because that’s what you were designed to do? When I hold your hand, when I kiss your forehead, when I hug you… I need to know if… You know, if they mean anything to you.”

She doesn’t respond. Not with words anyway. But he’s patient, he can wait for her to finally decide what to say, how to answer this seemingly easy question. And then, after several minutes of tense silence, she finally turns to look at him. “I would like to go back to Kamski.”

This sentence makes Max feel like he was hit by a bus. This statement comes out of nowhere, especially after she said she liked living with him. And now she wants to go back to Detroit? Gulping, he thinks about what to say to that. Sure, he could take her back there, but he doesn’t want to leave her behind, he doesn’t want to lose her. “Why? You just told me you like living with me, so I don’t understand what’s going on,” he says.

As her eyes move down to her hand, she bites on her lower lip. “I just… This… I don’t know, I just need some answers, and–”

“He’s the only one who can give them to you,” he finishes for her, finally understanding where she’s going with this. When she nods, he takes a deep breath and turns to the screen of the car to open the list of his contacts. “Let’s call him now, shall we?” She looks hesitant, her eyes are fixed on the screen where her creator’s contact is open. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

But then she gives him a pleading look. “Please, let me talk to him alone. I don’t want you to hear it, it’s… personal, I think.”

“All right, sure. Does this mean you’re not coming with me to the race?” There’s a guilty look on her face, and he lets out a long sigh of defeat. “You’ll have to fly a lot, if you don’t mind. We’ll go to Australia together, then you can take the jet to Detroit until I need it again, okay?”

She nods, and he nods as well. These will be the longest few days in his life for sure.

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kingqueensoobscene · 1 month ago

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VALENTINE’S DAY WITH THE SCOUTS

heyyy it’s been a while! Enjoy this little treat while I keep procrastinating on my real quests :3

Red!Scout:

Scout loves just about anything, however he loves when you let him pick the date (He likes to outdo himself). He chose to drive you down to the Teufort community fair and spend the afternoon there. Being a shortstop for his brothers had its perks because he was asked to stop playing after winning you 3 stuffed animals. Afterwards, he would order takeout and rent a movie for the night while cuddling you on the couch.

Blu!Scout:

Scout’s mom would bake for him all the time before she passed away and now he wants to do the same for you. You wake up to a delicious breakfast, then he takes you out to the riverside within the town to have a picnic. An assortment of cheese, a small cake he made the day prior and drinks with spreaders and glasses. You gift him a little basket full of his favorite candies and that science fiction novel he wanted since it came out.

Lil Pootis!Scout:

Your whole day is planned. First, Scout peppers you in kisses to wake you up before giving you a big smooch on the lips. Then Pootis is spoiled the moment he wakes up with juice and some candy. You two have breakfast with the team before taking Medimedes and Pootis to the park. While the two birds play, Scout has his head tucked underneath your arm. Then he playfully hits your stomach with a wrapped box. Remember that thing you wanted weeks ago?

Lil Pootis!Blu!Scout:

He is not the best at gifting, but Spy told him he should stick to flowers. So, Scout got you an expensive bouquet. He’s a douche, but I do not see him being a cheapo. He’s down for whatever, but honestly, he would rather have a bonfire at the base and just talk with you. He can make a mean s’more. He likes collecting butterfly knives and custom engraved lighters, so if you got him a switch with the Scout’s emblem on the inner blade, he would squeeze you into a hug (which he never does).

Ass Pancakes:

He does not know what to do for this holiday, never really celebrated, so he unintentionally drags you around for the entire day. Messing with people is his favorite pastime and you are his favorite person, so what more could he ask for? Especially when his buddies come along with him, then he gets even more ecstatic. If you want something more relaxed, the most you get is him hugging you while sitting on the roof and taking pictures with him all day. Seriously, get him a Polaroid, he would always use it.

7th comic!Scout:

Jeremy did not want to leave his kids alone on Valentine’s Day, it’s a special day to them. He always buys them chocolates or flowers and they do something fun for the night. This would be your second Valentine’s Day with them, so you decided to get them gifts as well! They played with their new toys while you and Jeremy made dinner together. He definitely owns a cute apron. After playing some games with the kids and putting them to bed, you two finally got some privacy.

New Again!Scout:

Honestly? He gets you some slushies and takes you to a basement show. Much like Lil Pootis!Blu!Scout, he regulars at this one venue by his apartment (his team does not have a base, it’s more of a meetup situation). Then afterwards, he goes to the after show at the 24-hour diner and gets you breakfast burritos. If you are not a fan of concerts, that’s cool! He would be down for some recreational fun if you were (he got some weed from his dealer earlier that week).

Boston Boarder!Scout:

Despite how people look at him, he is an absolute sweetheart. BB!Scout is my version of Scout in his early 20s before he became a mercenary and lived his life in Boston as a skater. He meets you at the park and gives you a bag full of candy and some extra things you wanted for a while. Then you two spend the whole day and night walking around the city and talking and shopping around until you grab some drinks and head back to his mom’s house to watch TV.

Magnificent Nine!Scout:

All he wants is a day where you two can relax together without worrying about the other teams. Unfortunately, you two do not get that. The fighting is constant and always will be. That does not stop him from getting you something small, like a drink at the bar or asking Engineer to make a custom add on for one of your weapons. When you two get even a second alone, he is holding you in his arms.

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purple-babygirl · 1 year ago

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in the far corner of the forest III

Pairing: Orc!Bucky Barnes x human!f!reader

Word Count: 6,540

Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.

Warnings: hand injury, mentions of blood, wound sutures/stitches, angry behaviour, jealousy, fighting, crying, racism against orcs. I think that's all.

A/N: this is the longest part yet because it might take me a while with part 4 depending on how the very important interview i have on the 17th goes. please send me good wishes on the stars if possible i would really appreciate it. And please enjoy this one and let me know what you thought if you can xx💜💜

“I got you something, little human,” Bucky said, his tone softer than it was that same afternoon as he scratched the back of his head.

He was new to courting, and it wasn’t exactly normal that he was courting his already-wife. Still, he was doing everything possible.

Bucky’s life has all been about fighting and wars. He didn’t do love or courtship. He didn’t do coddling or romancing. But there was a first time for everything and he was trying his best.

“Thank you,” she replied without looking up, pretending to be focused on folding laundry.

She was ignoring him.

Bucky had let his voice get loud a couple of hours ago after he had found her lost in the forest again. Only this time her foot was already messed up and she needed the rest, but she wouldn’t listen.

It hurt him how much pain she was willing to go through if it meant she could get away from him, but he wouldn’t let it show.

Instead, he yelled in frustration as he brought her back to their cottage.

She seemed like she wouldn’t quit, and so he wasn’t going to quit either.

Despite her constant rejection, Bucky refused to give up, his determination fueled by a newfound sense of purpose. He was willing to endure anything, face anything, if it meant earning even a glimmer of acceptance, or even affection, from her.

“You didn’t even see what I got you,” Bucky tried again, hoping she would at least look at him.

When she did, he gave a tiny smile and walked to the cottage door, bringing something inside.

“Here.” He dragged in a shiny wooden chair and placed it before his on their small dining table.

“You bought me a chair,” she said, pretending to be uninterested to hide the warmth that just spread throughout her heart.

“I made you a chair,” Bucky corrected, proudly palming the smooth wood, swiping his tongue over his tusks.

Bucky knew gifts were an essential part of courting and he didn’t like how she had to eat on the bed while he ate alone on the dining table because he only owned one chair.

He knew his days as a loner were long gone and it made his heart swell that he had her to share his house and life with now.

So he got to work and decided to make her her own chair out of an old oak tree. Being a lumberjack who had a woodworking shop had its perks after all.

It was going to be a weekend surprise, but he thought now was better timing after the fight they just had.

“You— you made this? From scratch?” She stood up in surprise, laundry forgotten for now.

“Yes.”

“For me?” She asked, not able to hide her emotions at the kind gesture anymore.

“Yeah,” Bucky chuckled, taking a step back so she could examine the chair.

She sat down and a big smile found its way on her lips when she looked up at Bucky. The chair was comfy and new and hers.

No one has ever gotten her anything, let alone made her something so beautiful. It was so special and a flood of emotions washed over her at the idea that someone had actually thought of her enough to make her a chair. That Bucky had made her a chair.

“Thank you,” she whispered, breaking eye contact so that she wouldn’t tear up.

Bucky only nodded in reply, internally celebrating the win with his heart doing backflips. She liked the chair.

She stood up and closed the small distance between her and the orc, getting on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, “welcome home.”

She quickly put the clean laundry in its place in the closet and went to the kitchen to start dinner, leaving Bucky with the most idiotic smile on his face as he shifted back and forth on his feet like a teenager.

She was punishing him for yelling at her by not making dinner, but that chair and the effort behind it deserved a good meal.

She was cleaning up after dinner later that night when she heard Bucky moving stuff outside. She didn’t pay it much mind; it was his house after all.

“Come outside, little human,” his voice called for her and she tentatively stepped out of the kitchen.

Bucky was standing by the open cottage door, a hopeful smile on his face as he encouragingly nodded for her to come over to him.

She didn’t know what to think, but any chance not to stay cooped up inside the cottage was going to receive a yes from her.

It wasn’t like she was ungrateful. She was certainly thankful she had a roof over her head and warm walls that she could hide inside from the rain and the cold.

But again, her situation wasn’t the most ideal either. If it was up to her, she would have stayed at the orphanage with the rest of the girls because if her fate was drawn for her to be an isolated orc’s wife, she didn’t want to be married.

When she stepped outside, however, marriage and Bucky didn’t seem that bad for a second.

“I thought we could watch the stars now that the sky was clear,” Bucky explained, internally nervous that she might call him ridiculous and refuse to sit with him.

He had waited for a day without rain and laid out a thick blanket on the ground before their cottage, the way lit for her feet by a close by lantern he had put out.

She was enthralled, mouth open and breath stolen. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mixture of joy and disbelief engulfing her.

Bucky has even went as far as bringing out the shawl he had gotten her just in case she felt cold.

It was just like… a date.

Her heart raced and she smiled shyly at the orc, making him smile too as he watched her sit down on the blanket, holding her knees to her as she glanced up at the night sky nervously.

She has never been on a date before in her life, the town’s boys always picking other girls from the orphanage to fool around with, but never her. She was never really anyone’s type.

She slightly shook her head to shut down her insecure thoughts, knowing that none of those player town boys could have ever brought her on a date like this.

“Is the ground too cold?” Bucky asked as he draped her shawl over her shoulders.

She hugged the soft material around her body, smiling gratefully at the orc as she shook her head.

She was too shy to even speak at this point, her mind barely registering the amazingly romantic end to her day that Bucky had brought into existence.

Bucky then laid down on his back, wordlessly urging her to do the same.

She got on her back, eyes mesmerized by the sight of the stars. She has never seen so many before, her view from her room’s window at the orphanage was very limited.

It was different here in the middle of the woods because there were no town lights to take the view away from the sky and it was gorgeous.

“So beautiful,” she whispered with a smile, observing how the stars sparkled above them.

“Yes, the most beautiful,” Bucky whispered back, watching her as she watched the sky.

He wished she could one day look at him the same way she was looking at those stars; the same way he was looking at her.

In his eyes, there was a mix of determination and yearning, reflecting his unwavering commitment to win her heart despite her initial reluctance. Bucky’s gaze lingered on her, drinking in every detail as if he couldn’t believe she was really here, right next to him.

She turned her eyes to him, her shy smile widening, “thank you for this, Bucky.”

Gods, the way she said his name was something else.

“You’re welcome, sweet thing.” Bucky smiled back, turning his eyes back to the sky as to not make her uncomfortable under his stare.

As they silently continued stargazing, she felt her heart become lighter. She felt so serene, so content, and she had suddenly forgiven Bucky for raising his voice at her just hours ago, wanting nothing but for this peacefulness to last for as long as possible.

Was it imaginable for marriage to be this good? Could her life finally be turning around?

She couldn’t help but want to see Bucky in a different light in this very moment.

She knew that he was harsh sometimes, but she also knew that she wasn’t making it easy for him either.

Maybe she didn’t choose him and didn’t choose this marriage, but Bucky was trying with real effort and she wasn’t blind to it.

Bucky cared for her when she was sick. He provided for her. He brought her gifts, filled up her half of the closet for her with anything and everything she could need. And he, most importantly, apologized when he was in the wrong, which wasn’t something common for the human males of this kingdom. He also respected her boundaries and hadn’t tried touching her after their first night together.

Could this all be preparation for the purpose of bedding?

No, it couldn’t be. Bucky didn’t need to do this to get her in his bed. He had already had her there and he had willingly let her go. He could have his way with her anytime if he really wanted to.

She wanted to believe that this moment was real so bad. She wanted to believe that Bucky was trying to win her heart.

So she did.

And if Bucky was trying, she was going to start trying too.

She knew just the thing to do actually.

She was going to make Bucky strawberry jam tomorrow to show him how grateful she was.

She might have not much to offer, but she knew she made the most delicious fruit jams and marmalades. It was her specialty at the orphanage. All the other girls always managed to ruin the jams, adding too much or too little sugar, applying too much heat or not enough, eventually producing something inedible. But not her. No, that was one thing she knew with her whole heart that she was good at.

She might’ve not been the prettiest of the girls, but she deserved a good life and she was now determined to build one. With Bucky.

She wasn’t in love with him, she knew that, but she didn’t need love to have a good marriage. Respect and effort were going to be enough.

This marriage could be her chance at building a life worth living.

“Could you bring home some strawberries tomorrow?”

“Oh my gods, this is amazing!” Bucky exclaimed, sliding another spoonful of strawberry jam in his mouth.

“I’m happy you like it,” she replied proudly, a smile plastered on her timid features as she brought a basket of sliced bread to the table.

It felt so good to have someone other than the orphanage girls taste her hand’s making. Receiving Bucky’s praise felt so much different than all the compliments she’s ever received before.

It felt… way better.

“It’s really good, little human.” Bucky was too busy adding jam on the piece of bread in his hand, groaning as he slipped it into his mouth and chewed, “how much of this did you make?”

She laughed, “well, I wanted to start with a small pot because I didn’t know if you liked jam and I didn’t wanna throw out any of it, but we have enough if you finish this and want more!”

“None of this is getting thrown out, little human,” Bucky told her seriously, “I asked because I wanted to take some to Sarah. She has a sweet tooth and she would love this.”

A frown quickly replaced her smile at the mention of another female’s name. She suddenly felt like wanting to take the bowl of jam away from the orc. Hell, she felt like she wanted to get back the jam he had already ate and swallowed.

“Who’s Sarah?” She asked, trying to act nonchalant as she greased her bread with some jam.

“She’s Sam’s sister,” Bucky answered innocently, oblivious to the way she hummed with her jaw clenched.

“And who’s Sam?”

“Oh, right, you don’t know Sam. He’s my best friend; and my partner in the shop. Great guy,” Bucky told her, more interested in the jam than her reaction.

At least Sam was a male.

So just to be clear, Bucky wanted to take the jam she made to his best friend’s sister so she could have a taste and satisfy her sweet tooth? Yeah, she didn’t like that very much.

“Is she, like, married?” She wondered, trying hard not to show her anger.

“Who?” Bucky asked, chewing the bite in his mouth, the foreign question finally gaining his attention.

“Sweet tooth Sarah,” she answered with a somewhat bitter tone that Bucky has never heard before, her thumb swiping under his plump lips before she could stop herself as she harshly wiped away jam from the orc’s face.

The realization as to why her mood had suddenly turned sour made Bucky smile as he hurriedly swallowed his food, “little human,”

She looked up at him with a silent glare.

Despite her efforts to appear unaffected, there was a vulnerability in her eyes, a hint of insecurity betraying her true feelings

“Are you… jealous?”

Bucky’s amused smile made her even angrier as she watched his lips literally twitching.

Jealous? Pfft, of course not! Why would she be jealous!

“No!” She replied aloud defensively, “it was just a question.” She stood up, collecting the plates from the table without asking if Bucky was done eating.

“Hey, that’s mine!” Bucky laughed, holding onto the small bowl of jam.

“Try to save some for your Sarah,” she snapped, snatching her hand from the orc’s as she let him have the bowl.

Bucky raised an eyebrow at her surprising reaction, his widening smile still glued to his face.

She frustratingly sped to the kitchen, violently twisting the water tab open as she rolled her sleeves up and started washing the things in the sink.

She had went through all this trouble and used all of these bowls that she now had to wash just for him to want to take her jam to another female to eat.

Who did he think he was?

It was her fault for trying to do something nice in the first place.

He didn’t even answer her question, and that Sarah was probably unmarried. She was probably an orc too. Yeah, it made sense that Bucky would be attracted to someone similar to him. Those two ‘friends’ were probably part of his clan.

The clan he never introduced her to.

How naive was she to think this marriage could actually work?

Bucky was outside still smiling to himself like a fool as he finished the rest of her sweet jam.

She was jealous. She was jealous over him.

He didn’t want to upset her though, so he didn’t say anything, letting her calm down first.

He took the empty bowl to her, setting it in the sink as she avoided looking at him.

She heard him chuckle as he left the kitchen and it made her punch the sponge in her hand inside the bowl, pounding it angrily as she ‘washed’ it clean.

When she was done cleaning the kitchen and brushing her teeth, she stomped out to the bed, getting in and covering herself from head to toe as she gave Bucky her back.

Bucky walked to the lanterns and dimmed their lights before joining her in bed.

He laid on his back, innocently waiting for his good night’s kiss.

A minute passed. 2 minutes. 5 minutes. The kiss didn’t come.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered as not to startle her in the dark, “we had a deal. Where’s my kiss?” He put a hopeful hand on her shoulder, trying to twist her to face him.

“Have Sarah give you your kiss,” she replied with a deadpan tone, masking her fury as she pushed her pillow over her head, shrugging Bucky’s touch off her body.

Bucky stared at the back turned to him with an open mouth as he took his hand away and laid back, disappointment replacing his surprise and filling him up.

It was the first time since she had started feeling well again that she has refused to give him any of his kisses. Yet, respectful of her feelings, Bucky let her.

Maybe making her jealous wasn’t all that fun after all. But he didn’t even mean to make her jealous, he was just talking!

Bucky sighed, turning on his side as well as he fell asleep staring at the hidden back of her head.

The next morning as she put his breakfast on the table, she didn’t sit or eat with him, preferring to scrub the kitchen sink while Bucky ate even though she had just washed it the night before.

She didn’t give him his good morning kiss either; didn’t even speak to him.

She was still mad at him. This was serious for her, he realized.

Bucky might have found it fun last night, but today as she deliberately ignored his existence, he wanted nothing but to make her understand that what was in her head was nothing like the truth.

“Here, I packed jam for your sweet tooth Sarah,” she said harshly as she set a small jar of strawberry jam on the table before him.

“She’s not my—”

“Hope she likes it,” she cut him off, disappearing into the kitchen again.

Bucky sighed aloud, running a hand over his face as he stood up. Grabbing the jam, he took one look at the kitchen entrance before leaving the house for work with a clenched jaw.

She peeked outside when she heard the door shut to see the table empty. Bucky had taken the jar to Sarah.

Oh, that was it.

She could take being given to an orc against her will. She could take never having been chosen or given the chance to choose. She could take not being loved.

But she couldn’t and wouldn’t take being cheated on.

Was that why Bucky had decided to relieve her off her wifely duties in bed? Because he had another female? Was it because he had someone else to keep him warm and wet where he needed to be?

She couldn’t even think about the idea without feeling herself gag.

Why would he ruin her life by bringing her here when he already had that Sarah?!

How could she be so dumb, trying to meet him in the middle like that? Starting a peaceful life with this orc was never going to work!

She tried to pick the lock on the door like she usually would, but the new lock Bucky had put in wouldn’t budge.

She groaned in frustration before hauling herself up and out of the cottage window, running off to gods know where, hoping that luck would be her friend for once and maybe lead her somewhere out of these woods for good this time.

This marriage ends today.

Back at the shop, Bucky was as exasperated as they come as he used his chisel to shape the rough piece of wood in his hand.

After everything he was doing, how could she think that he had someone else? What was he doing wrong? What was missing?

Bucky had only ever wanted her. He thought he was the luckiest orc just because he got to fall asleep next to her every night.

How could he make her see that?

As his mind ran with thoughts and before Bucky could stop it, the chisel slipped and sharply cut the inside of his palm.

“Gods, fuck!” He shouted in pain as blood started flowing from the fresh wound.

Bucky tried to get the chisel from the floor so that no one would step on it, but his hand hurt more when he tried to squeeze his fist around the item. He grabbed it with his metal hand instead, rushing to the supply closet to find a clean towel to wrap around his cut.

He couldn’t continue working like that; couldn’t do anything with his hand.

Sam insisted on sending for his sister after seeing the amount of blood staining the cloth around Bucky’s hand.

Sarah tried to be efficient while messily stitching the wound as best as she could, wrapping it up carefully with gauze before advising Bucky to take a few days off work until his hand was healed. She was no doctor but she did her best for her friend.

Bucky thanked both siblings, giving Sarah the jam jar before leaving to go back home as his friends insisted.

He thought that his day couldn’t get any worse, but then he opened the cottage door to find the place empty and he could all but forget about his injury as he slammed his fist against the wall, crying out in anger. If his wound had started bleeding again, Bucky didn’t care.

“What the hell did you think you were doing out there again?!”

Bucky was enraged. He had found her wandering around the forest, as lost and as stubborn as ever.

“Getting as far away from you as possible.” She crossed her arms, her stare upset and unbending.

“And going where exactly!” He shouted, the idea of her spending the night inside a cold cave clawing at his back.

“Anywhere but here!” She yelled back, her face so hot she could feel sweat forming on her hairline in the middle of winter.

“It’s going to snow soon! Do you wanna get sick again?” Bucky held her by the arm, not too roughly as he didn’t really want to cause any real damage.

Neither of them noticed his blood staining her clothes.

She was too infuriated to notice Bucky’s hand wrapped in gauze. She saw nothing but red.

“I don’t care. I just don’t wanna be with you!” She retorted, snatching her arm out of his hold and pushing at his chest.

Though he didn’t move, her touch too weak to do anything to his colossal body, Bucky was hurt.

“Are you doing all of this just because of a little jealousy? Gods, human females are just—” Bucky shook his head in frustration.

“Jealousy? Hah! You think I’m jealous?” She faked a laugh, “this is not even a real marriage! What’s there for me to be jealous over?!” She continued raising her voice, the mention of her jealousy provoking her further.

Her words hurt Bucky more, the real gash now slashed across his heart.

Not even a real marriage.

Despite everything he was doing and trying, she still didn’t consider their marriage a real marriage.

“Well, do you wanna make it real, little human?” Bucky growled lowly, bringing her closer to his heaving chest by her arm, painting the sleeve of her dress in more of his blood.

Her heart thrummed in her ears at the proximity, her breath trembling as she imagined what the orc could do to her if he only wanted to.

“Let go of me,” she whispered as tears clouded her vision, hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear how scared she was in her voice.

Bucky complied, hating how nervous she got in the span of a second.

She ran to the kitchen at once, a hand on her chest as she felt her heart trying to escape her ribcage.

What an audacious orc! He was already with someone else and he dared threaten her with taking her to bed?! Damn, she was so stupid to think they could make something good out of this marriage. So stupid.

Bucky took a seat on the bed, face in his metal hand as he tried to gather his thoughts.

He had almost lost her for the millionth time today.

Was it going to be like this forever? What could he do to make it stop? How could he show her that this life with her was all he ever wanted? That he never wanted anybody else?

“You’re not gonna eat with me?” He asked when he saw her slam one bowl of rice on the table.

“I’m not hungry,” she replied curtly, her eyes on the ground and her jaw tense as she waited for him to get off the bed.

Bucky moved away understandably, taking a seat on the dining table instead as she climbed in bed, burying herself under the covers and hiding away from him.

Bucky knew she wasn’t asleep and he needed to talk to her; or at least see her face.

How was he supposed to have an appetite to eat if she wasn’t on the table with him, her beautiful eyes facing him and her shy smile greeting him every time he would moan over the taste of her delicious food?

“Hey.”

She felt the bed dip next to her as it took on Bucky’s body, his warm hand on her shoulder just like last night.

“Let your sweet tooth Sarah give you a kiss,” she spoke before he could say anything.

“This is not about the kiss. And She’s not my Sarah,” Bucky told her, turning her on her back so she could see his sincere face and hopefully believe him, “she’s not my anything. She’s just a good friend.”

She snorted, not buying it as she turned back to face the wall.

Bucky brought her back to him again, “she’s not married. She’s a widow, who is loyal to the memory of her husband, with two kids that are her whole world.” Bucky answered her earlier question, not wanting to hide anything from her.

“That’s none of my business.” She pretended to be uninterested, giving him the cold shoulder for the third time as she turned away, covering her head with the blanket.

Deep inside, she knew she was relieved to know that Sarah wasn’t interested though.

“It is your business,” Bucky sighed, taking the blanket away from her hands, making her look at him again, “it is your business when you think I’m involved with her.”

“You can do whatever you want.” She shrugged, acting indifferent, making Bucky more frustrated.

He released a loud exhale, “you’re what I want, little human.”

She remained silent, not expecting the orc’s patience or this admittance.

He had told her he wanted her before, but that was on their ‘wedding night’ when he had forced her to get completely naked for him.

This one was different. It sounded different and felt different.

“You don’t have to say all these things. We both know how this marriage came to be a thing.” She tried her best to hold her tears in.

“How did it come to be a thing?” Bucky wanted to see inside her head.

“How?” She sat up, her voice loud yet wobbly with emotions, “they gave you an orphaned girl you didn’t get to see or pick beforehand to make up for making you go to war for them, that’s how!” She felt bad for him, but even more for herself.

So she had read the contracts.

“Who told you I didn’t get to see or pick you?” Bucky swallowed.

“What do you mean?!”

“I’ve seen you before, little human. More than once. And I asked for you to be my wife instead of the noble man’s daughter I was originally offered.” Bucky came clean about the truth behind their arranged marriage.

“You what?!” She became even angrier.

He did this? She was here now because of him?!

“I willingly picked you, little human.”

“Why! Why me! Did you ever stop to think that I might not want this? Or you?!” She practically screamed in anger.

Who was he to decide her future for her? Why didn’t he just take the nobleman’s daughter!

“I did. But you were the only human female who has ever caught my attention. I couldn’t take my eyes off you every time I won a glimpse.” Bucky confessed, his light grey skin gaining a tint at the cheeks as he bared his heart to her, “I knew I couldn’t continue if I didn’t have you, little human.”

Won a glimpse

Couldn’t continue if I didn’t have you

No one has ever used such words to describe an act so normal as looking at her. No one had ever wanted or needed her. Why was her heartbeat speeding up? What was that orc doing to her?

“The minute you entered my cottage, you became my one and only. I don’t want anyone but you.” He promised, squeezing her smaller hand in his, “I will live and die loyal to you, little human.”

She knew he was telling the truth because she had heard the stories. Loyalty was very important to orcs and their mates were for life.

She just stared at Bucky, words stolen from her throat by the way he was looking at her.

No one has ever looked at her like that. Like she was the most beautiful thing they could see. Like she was the only girl in the world. Like she was the only one with any sort of control over this orc’s mind and heart.

“When I suggested gifting Sarah some jam, I was only thinking of doing something nice for a friend.”

She listened with a frown, a little angry again at the mention of the other female’s name.

“If it wasn’t for Sam and Sarah and the boys, I wouldn’t have survived a lot of things. They are my only friends and the only ones I can share nice things with.”

“The only ones?” She pouted, turning her face to the dining table in discontent.

“That’s not what I meant! I just— I’m not used to saying such things, but—” Bucky took a deep breath, squeezing her smaller hand closer, “I was so proud of you being my wife and knowing how to make such delicious things that I wanted the important ones in my life to share it with me…”

Bucky didn’t have to know, but those words were everything to her because when she thought about it, no one has ever been proud to know or have her. No one has ever been proud of her for anything.

But Bucky was, and he wanted to show her off.

When she looked back at the orc, he was staring at the blanket covering her thighs, doubtful to meet her gaze.

Bucky looked… nervous, if you will.

She smiled, eyes tearing up despite herself as she waited for him to look back at her.

When he did, Bucky was instantly smiling back at the sight of her grin. That smile was the whole world for him; it sent him up on cloud nine.

“Have dinner with me?” He asked, his metal thumb wiping away a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

She nodded, her smile bigger as she got up and walked to the kitchen to make herself a plate, her heart going a hundred miles per minute as she couldn’t make her smile leave her face.

She wanted to be angrier over the fact that he got to choose and she didn’t, but then again, if she was being honest with herself, she probably could have never dreamt up a husband as good as Bucky was to her if she tried.

She believed that everything happened for a reason and she was too dreamy not to imagine that this whole marriage had to happen exactly the way it did just for her to meet this orc, and maybe, against all odds, have her happy ending with him.

Taking the lid off of the rice pot, she finally saw it: her palm covered in fresh blood.

“Oh gods!” She quickly washed her hand under the water, seeing and feeling no injuries, the realization that it must be Bucky’s blood sent a pang to her chest.

“Bucky?” Tears blurred her vision as she found the orc in the bathroom, trying and failing to remove the wrapping around his right palm with his left one.

She had been forced into this marriage, a union she never agreed to, but as she watched him struggle to tend to his wound, something inside her softened.

How did she not notice that he had come home with a covered up hand?

“Are you okay?!” Bucky asked, troubled to see her crying even when he was the one bleeding above his bathroom sink.

Her heart clenched at the sight; at the care in his cerulean eyes, “what happened to you?”

She sped up to get the first-aid box from him, getting out everything she was going to need as she looked at his bloody palm.

“It’s nothing, sweet thing,” Bucky told her softly, hating the look of anxiety on her precious face even if it was for him; even if it was making him feel all sorts of things, “just a scratch, really. Nothing I can’t handle”.

She tenderly finished unwrapping his hand, gasping as she saw the bleeding gash across it, “this doesn’t look like nothing!” She cried, more tears streaming down her face, “how did you get this?”

“I just hurt myself while working…” Bucky’s metal hand hesitantly pat her shoulder.

“Bucky.” She looked up at him, not believing that that was the only reason because the wound seemed to be loosely stitched and it was obvious that something had happened to make the wound bleed after it had been stitched.

“And I might have punched the wall when I came home and didn’t find you,” Bucky mumbled lowly, not wanting to make her feel bad.

It was just a silly scrape compared to what he had to endure back when he was still fighting wars, really.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed into the back of her hand, feeling terrible for all the things she has been putting him through ever since she came here.

“Hey, I’m okay.” Bucky’s metal hand cupped her cheek, his smooth thumb sliding across to wipe her tears.

“No, you’re not.” She shook her head in deep regret, not believing that he was still the one reassuring her in such a state.

“I am, I swear on our marriage.” Bucky wiped under her eyes patiently, caring about nothing but her heart carrying no burdens.

She was speechless because did Bucky just use their marriage to swear? Was it really that important to him that he would swear on it?

She didn’t care that this was an arranged marriage in possibly the most twisted of ways, a woman knew love when she encountered it and that orc’s eyes were showing nothing but pure love.

In the middle of her heart’s longing for a person to care about her, she couldn’t bring herself to step on Bucky’s. Trying to calm her down when he was the one injured and dripping blood? Yeah, that was an orc worth trying, caring and staying for.

“I’m— I’m gonna need to redo the stitches, is that okay?” She sniffled, relaxing herself as she wordlessly promised those concerned blue eyes to give them and this marriage her all.

“Yes.” Bucky smiled when he saw her wipe her tears away and the smile she gave him back made his heart soar.

“It might hurt a little, but just for a short bit, okay?”

Bucky nodded, not believing how delicately she was handling his huge hand with her smaller ones.

He was glad she never had to witness him back then or the actually deadly injuries he had had inflicted on him during wars. He wouldn’t have been able to take that look of fear in her eyes after every fight.

“Who did those sloppy stitches anyway?” She wondered in dissatisfaction with the work and Bucky swallowed hard.

She looked at him knowingly when he remained silent, “it was sweet tooth Sarah, wasn’t it?” She asked with half a smile as she started cautiously taking out the old stitches with the tweezers.

“Yes.” Bucky nodded sheepishly, “but Sam only called for her help because they don’t offer me help in the kingdom’s infirmaries.”

“What?!” Her head snapped up angrily.

They don’t offer him service at the infirmaries?! After all that he had done for this kingdom?

“I’m no longer a soldier of their own so…” Bucky shrugged with a sad smile.

Her expression went from angry to devastated to angry again in less than a second, “this is gonna sting a little.” She warned as she disposed of the old sutures in the bin.

“Don’t be upset, little human.”

She looked up, not knowing what to say or how to apologize to the orc about the terrible treatment of this kingdom’s people, but his smile told her that everything was going to be all right. She couldn’t help but smile back.

Her eyes swayed between his palm and his face as she started disinfecting the wound with the piece of sterilized cotton in her hand.

Bucky hissed and winced, making her stop at once.

“I’m sorry! I’m so so—”

“Ha, fooled ya! It’s not that bad,” Bucky laughed, amused at her reaction, instantly earning himself a slap on his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“Hey, you can’t do that to the injured!” Bucky whined playfully.

“Can’t I?” She teased, biting her smile back.

He smiled wider because she could.

Oh, she could do anything to him and he would take it with a smile and thank her for it.

For a heartbeat, the world around Bucky seemed to blur as he focused solely on her, engraving every detail of her smile into his memory. It was a sight he never wanted to forget, a ray of light in the darkness that had clouded his years for so long.

Everything was going to be okay, Bucky thought as he brought her to his chest with his metal arm, praying to the gods she wouldn’t pull away.

“I’m— I’m almost done,” she muttered coyly, trying to make him let her go so she could finish tending to his injury.

But then she felt it: her husband’s tusks were pressing gently on her scalp as Bucky kissed her hair.

Her breath caught in her throat, a mixture of surprise and tenderness washing over her as she felt herself wanting to stay longer inside his embrace.

“Thank you, little human,” he whispered lovingly.

As she tilted her head slightly to meet Bucky’s captivating eyes, she found herself lost in the depths of their oceans, catching a vulnerability she hadn't noticed before.

She looked deeper and she realized that beneath his rugged exterior lied a heart capable of great tenderness, a heart that might just beat for her and her alone.

She beamed again as she softly replied, “you’re welcome, Bucky.”

Yeah, they were going to be okay.

Part IV

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schrodinger-swriter · 1 year ago

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The main cast of Hazbin hotel on Valentine's day

I know I may be a little late. I had to do some shopping today and hadn't had the motivation or time to get down and write until now! I apologize is some characters are given more writing than others... the truth is that I am bised for some characters or simply have more for them. :C

Regardless I hope you enjoy these, I likely won't do these large posts very often.

CHARLIE:

I hope you can forgive me for being a little short on Charlie's part, I had stated earlier what she would do for the holiday in an alphabet post! But to recap she makes you a mixtape with songs dedicated to you, songs made by her and songs she knows you like! The case is handmade too, covered in hearts as well as having a hand written note inside further expressing her affections for you. She would also give you some of your favorite candies! Expect to go out and do something fun and romantic too!

VAGGIE:

Much lower compared to her canon partner, Vaggie is not much of an enjoyer of the holiday. She keeps her thoughts to it to herself, though sometimes you might find her grumbling about all the pink and the red. She just doesn't enjoy the aesthetic all that much. However despite that she will still participate if she knows it will make her significant other happy! She would get you something small, like a stuffed animal and some flowers.

ANGEL DUST:

Respectfully stealing this idea from my mutual, but he already gets so many gifts and cards from his crazed horny fans. He hardly has the room for any more! Though.. he probably sells a lot of it for some extra cash, only keeping some of the candies. If you get him something, he probably wouldn't sell it. He's actually touched. In terms of what he does for you, he might treat you to a night full of him... in more ways than one if you're open to it. If you don't feel like going out he's fine with staying inside and watching some movies in his rooms... perhaps it's a deserved break after a rough day during the love season.

ALASTOR:

Similar to Vaggie, Alastor wouldn't do much. He understands the purpose of the holiday, but he simply. Does not care for it all that much. However I do rather enjoy the though of Alastor sending letters to his friends (Mimzy, Rosie, Niffty, ect). He even puts them in fancy envelopes and seals them with wax. How nice is that? If he can, he might even send a box of chocolates. Fingers, in Rosie's case. However, he doesn't do much to celebrate outside of that. That's assuming he sends anything at all, anyway.

SIR PENTIOUS:

He would go all out. He might even make a machine dedicated to you and gift it. He makes a mechanical heart that beats and gives it to you. He gives you all of the candy he can get his hands on, not exactly sure what you prefer. He takes you out for the night, to the nicest restaurant he can go to without getting jumped (because let's be honest... his days of trying to pick fights and climb to power has probably landed him with some enemies...). He's a total gentleman on the date, opening the door for you and pushing in your chair for you. Considering he's a little flustered that he is on a date with you, everything goes smoothly.

HUSKER:

He likes to stay in, but you can count that if you manage to get him to go out it's going to be a to a club or bar. Anywhere with alcohol. He'd much rather prefer a bar, since it's usually... lower in energy. He also isn't much of a Valentine's person, and he does show his disdain. He does tone down on talking negatively about the day around you, so there's that at least. A simple night in with an affirmation of love is enough for Husk.

NIFFTY:

She bakes you something and perhaps sews you something. A red throw pillow in the shape of a heart. Though you may have to tell her that's what you want because otherwise she's going to try something akin to the roach crown.... shivers... The baked goods are actually pretty good, and you'll be snacking on them for the rest of the week due to Niffty getting too excited and making too many. She will stab someone with a needle if they try to take one without asking you first.

LUCIFER:

He also goes all out, it might actually be a little overwhelming! He can conjure nearly anything he can think of, if his song was being literal! He wants to make sure you're loved, and that there's no possible way that you would ever think otherwise. Despite this he might rather stay inside, or maybe alter the home to look more fancy to make a mock dinner. Generally very sweet and you will be drowning in gifts from the second you wake up to the minute you go to sleep. He also makes you breakfast in bed.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #charlie morningstar x reader #vaggie x reader #angel dust x reader #alastor x reader #sir pentious x reader #niffty x reader #husk x reader #husker x reader #lucifer x reader

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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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thinking about bakugou being like a stay at home dad for a while, perhaps he’s out on leave for work because of a serious injury and you end up having a beautiful little baby in that time :(

so katsuki ends up being the one to do school runs or is spotted grocery shopping with your little one seated in the cart— your husband absentmindedly babbling away at them about which kind of disinfectant wipes mommy usually gets and if they’re baby safe. talking to your infant daughter as if she has a clue about what’s going on.

she’s the spitting image of him too, big red eyes and angel blonde curls— perhaps she’s got your nose and your smile and your complexion but at first glance she definitely looks like a bakugou.

your husband is in charge of pick up from daycare and you switch between drop-offs but ever since katsuki decided to become a SAHD he’s handled both. he’s got a good relationship with all the staff, they know him by name and favour your little princess more than they should. it helps that she’s adorable, and it’s even more helpful that her daddy is the spitting image of a god. katsuki’s not usually oblivious to the other parents and carers that fawn and drool over him, he usually brushes them off or flashes the wedding ring that’s been happily sitting on his finger for the last decade— your claim on him.

but there’s something about your daughter’s daycare teacher— something that doesn’t click in her head to make her realise that bakugou is indeed married.

she does little things like lay her arm on his bicep when he picks up your baby girl, little notes in her backpack asking bakugou out to coffee sometimes and spreading rumours amongst the other parents that he’s a single father— all of which your husband discloses to you after finding you teary-eyed with the notes crumpled between your shaky fingers. you ask if he’s cheating, if it’s because you work too much or if he needs you home more. you’d kept working after bakugou’s injury even though you knew his savings alone could cover you both— you just wanted to save a little for your baby’s college fund.

and bakugou doesn’t start a fight, doesn’t make things worse— he tells you the truth, reassures you and says “now why would i give up the universe’s greatest gift t’me for some old annoyin’ hag?” truth be told it makes you giggle a little.

the next time bakugou goes to drop your daughter off to daycare, he makes sure that you’re in attendance. the three of you a picture perfect family with your baby girl kicking and swinging her feet between the two of you, squealing with so much happiness. the world knows that baby is loved.

today you’re here to prove a point, letting bakugou lead your daughter up to the entryway to her preschool, with you in tow, watching the day care teacher closely. you’re not a fool, you know that your husband is attractive — you’re lucky but he considers himself luckier. so you get why the teacher blushes and bumbles over her words like a high schooler when she sees him.

“mister bakugou, good morning!” she mumbles coyly, “have you been getting my notes?”

katsuki makes a noncommittal noise, helping your daughter to take her backpack off. “yeah, been burnin’ ‘em though.”

“what, why?”

“i’m married,” he says simply, and you’re ashamed to admit you enjoy watching the colour drain from the teacher’s face. “s’not appropriate and you can’t take a hint.”

you step into the picture with a bright smile, pressing your lips to your daughter’s cheek before patting her back as a sign to run along inside. you give bakugou the same treatment on his lips, locking him into a long passionate kiss right in front of her teacher.

“mrs.bakugou, delighted to make your acquaintance.” bakugou loves how sickly sweet you are, possessive as you wrap your arms around his middle and tuck your head into the pocket between his neck and shoulder. “though i doubt we’ll be seeing you much longer. we’ll be having our daughter transferred out of your class.”

it’s a pride thing, for both you and katsuki to watch someone crumble in the presence of your strong relationship. he tells you that on the way back to the car, how hot you are when you’re possessive of him like that. he shows you it by convincing you to take the day off from work too — the house void of any childlike laughter for a few hours, giving bakugou enough time to work another baby into you.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha drabbles #bnha fluff #mha x reader #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚💭੭ — aali just posted

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kinzis-writing · 1 year ago

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Three Years | George Weasley

Kinzi's 25 days of Christmas: Blogmas Day 2.

Summary: In which Y/N and George have been together for three years, and it takes a mistake for him to take the next step of their relationship.

Pairing: George Weasley x Fem! Reader

Warning(s): mentions of wizard war, mentions of death (not major character and not specified),

This could have ended way better, also the fact that this imagine is shorter than I like as well. I am doing my best at making my Blogmas posts as long as possible, but sometimes it takes me hours to plan the plot of these short stories out. I am a perfectionist, so that is why I never re-read and edit any mistakes because I am afraid of wanting to go back and change the whole story. *Fred did not die in the war*

Three years, it has been three years since George had grown a pair and asked Y/N to be his girlfriend. Since then, there had been many events happen in the course of their relationship. They had moved past the awkwardness of the beginning of the relationship, they had gone through their firsts that every relationship goes through, and everything in between.

Their relationship had survived the second wizard war but had challenges. Seeing as Fred had to be taken care of because of an accident and then George getting hurt before then. It was a hectic and stressful time for the couple, but now everything was back to normal. Well, normal as everything could be after losing some of the nicest people.

Christmas was tomorrow and Fred and George had many customers in and out of the joke shop. Whether it was for Christmas gifts or something before going home for a Christmas prank. They had many customers a day and George had found it hard to be able to see Y/N during the holiday season. The joke shop was closing early and they would stay closed until after Christmas because they all knew the wrath of Molly if they did not show up on time or if they left early.

On Christmas day, Molly was having dinner at the newly built burrow and told everyone that dinner was at 5 o'clock sharp. That morning, George had gotten up to wrap the present for Y/N that he had spent a decent amount of money only to find it missing from the place that he had put it.

"Hey, Fred." George called knocking on his bedroom door and walking in, "have you seen-" He stopped when he noticed Fred's girlfriend wearing the necklace and earring set that he bought specifically for Y/N. The reason he had picked them out was because he had seen her looking at them and she refused to buy them because of the price they costed. “Found them.” He mumbled to himself, his eyes not leaving the necklace.

He was sure that there had to be some sort of mix up. His twin would not steal his girlfriend’s gift on purpose. Instead of getting angry, George did what he believed was right, found Fred and asked him what he thought he was doing.

“I’m sorry,” Fred mumbled when he noticed the distressed look on George’s face. “I grabbed the wrong gift and before I could correct it she was so happy.” He trailed off making George groan. “You could give Y/N the gift I bought for Angela.” He suggested.

George thought about it for a moment, they had hidden their gifts in the same place. Meaning it was an easy mix up and he knew that Fred was telling the truth about grabbing the wrong box. Fred had planned on getting Angela a promise ring, and that gift would work if George hadn’t already given Y/N one of those almost a year ago.

“I’ll come up with something.” George mumbled before leaving his twin to himself. He had less than four hours to come up with the perfect gift for his girlfriend and he was determined to find it.

Four hours had flown by and by the time George and Fred joined everyone at the burrow, Y/N was already there. It wasn’t a shock to the twin, seeing as she was early to everything.

“You’re lucky you aren’t a minute later.” Y/N spoke as she walked up and greeted George from where she had been helping Molly. She had gotten there early knowing that it would be hectic if she didn't. "Molly has be waiting for you guys to arrive."

George gave her a quick kiss before going and putting their gifts under the tree. He wasn't sure how Y/N would like his gift, but he had come up with something... sentimental. Angelina had gone into the kitchen to see what the girls were up to, while Fred and George joined their brothers and Harry by the fire.

"I doubt that Ron even got me something." Hermione stated to Y/N who was setting the Table for Molly. "He's still so awkward about some things."

Y/N let out a small laugh, "I think that's just Ron." Y/N was a year between each group. Fred and George were a year older than her, and she was a year older than the golden trio, while being two years older than Ginny. "Hi, Angie." She greeted with a smile her eyes flickering to the earrings and necklace the girl was wearing. "I love your jewelry set! I wanted to buy the same one, but I didn't want to pay that price."

Angiela gave the younger girl a small smile, "Thank you, Fred got it for me." she replied before going over to greet Molly.

Dinner had come and gone within an hour and Molly had the kitchen cleaning itself. The family gathered around the fireplace as they got ready to open presents. Y/N was sitting on the floor, between George's legs as he sat on the couch. She was chatting with Hermione as they were talking about the after-holiday plans and if anything had to change.

"I think I am going to move." Y/N told Hermione as the girl played with the necklace she always wore. "The place I live at is getting worse and the landlord won't fix it."

Pretty soon the presents were being handed out by the Weasley's and everyone gathered knowing the Christmas tradition at the Weasley's house. Y/N had gotten George the thing he had been wanting for a while and he was beyond excited to receive the gift. It was unexpected and it made him nervous about her opening her gift.

"Can you go upstairs?" George asked Y/N as he noticed Molly hand her the gift that he had gotten her. "I would prefer you not open it in front of everyone." he mumbled quietly as the couple stood up and snuck off.

The pair in the room that they assumed was Ginny's for when she came back home just due to the looks of the room and so on. "There was a mix up of gifts this morning," George started as Y/N went to open her gift. "Fred gave Angela yours and-" He stopped talking when he noticed Y/N's reaction to what was in the box.

Wide eyes stared down at the little jewelry box, you would assume it would hold something that you could wear. Yet, it was nothing close to that. The key laid flatly in the velvet box, and y/n did not know what to think. "What Are-What are you asking?" she asked scared to assume.

Maybe this was a sign that she could come and go as she pleases instead of knocking, or maybe it was exactly what she thought it was. "Will you move in with us, well me?" He asked carefully. "I know it's not expensive and like I said, Fred gave Angela yours by mistake and-"

His sentence was interrupted by Y/N stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the boy she had loved for four years, even though they had only been together for three. "It's perfect." She assured to ease his nerves at the fact that his gift was something he already had, or just the price of making a copy of the key. "You didn't have to get me anything."

George shrugged, "I figured it was time to take the next step, it just took a push from Fred." he spoke softly to the girl he knew he was so lucky to have.

"Well, you just saved me the stress of apartment hunting." She replied back as she grabbed the key out of the box and handed him the box back, knowing that it probably belonged to Fred's other gift. "I love you so much, you know that right?"

"Of course, love." George nodded with a smile on his face. "I love you as well." With that Y/N leaned forward and caught the Weasley's lips between hers. They kissed for a moment before pulling away, George with a cheeky grin, "I could have proposed instead."

Y/N's smile grew at the thought of eventually marrying George and becoming a Weasley herself. "That sounds like a plan for next year." She winked before kissing him one more time and leaving the room, him trailing behind her.

"Are you saying you'd rather live with me, instead of marrying me right now!?" He asked not knowing how to take the information if she were to confirm.

"I have to live with you first to see if we're compatible." She told him with a shrug, but she was joking. Regardless of what happened she knew that she would love him.

"What does that mean?"

I hated the way I ended this, but Blogmas day 2 is complete! I have been working on Blogmas, requests, and my Mattheo series so I have been busy. This is on top of having to study for my finals so.

#george weasley #george weasley imagines #Kinzi's 25 days of Christmas #blogmas #Blogmas day 2 #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #george wealsey imagine #george weasly x reader #george weasely smut #weasley twins #fred weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #imagine #imagines #25 days of christmas #christmas

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princessniquane · 6 months ago

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Desire

San/reader

Tags: daddy!San (they have a child together), fluff, smut, breeding, San being handsy, kissing, slight hair pulling, soft!San, San being the best dad, pregnancy kink?, domestic au

Summary: San wants to put another baby into you.

San and his daughter Aniyah were out shopping, having a daughter and daddy day. Aniyah saw a pretty necklace in the window and wanted to get it for her mommy.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look! We should get this for Mommy!” she says.

“This one? Oooh that is pretty Princess. You think Mommy would like it?” he asks her. Aniyah nods her head yes.

San takes them into the shop and purchases the pretty necklace for Aniyah. She smiles and laughs happily, being proud of the gift for her Mommy. One thing about San is, he’s going to do whatever it takes to put a smile on both of his Princesses’ faces.

During lunchtime, San notices that despite having a fun time with her Daddy and getting the gift for Mommy, she’s upset. “What’s the matter Princess? You don’t like the sandwich?”

“I want a little sister. Can I have a baby sister? I can take care of her like I do with Lily! Pleeeaasseee Daddy,” she pleads with San.

He smiles at Aniyah. “How about we discuss it with Mommy first ok? I would love to have another Princess I can spoil.”

“Really?” she says as her eyes light up.

San nods his head yes. “How about we finish lunch and head home to Mommy?” Aniyah nods her head yes and goes back to eating.

During the ride home all San could think about was getting you pregnant again. Yes he would talk with you first but he always wanted to have more kids but it was your choice. Either way he was a happy man.

Grabbing Aniyah and the bags out of the car, imagining you round and pregnant wouldn’t leave his mind. So seeing Aniyah’s friend come to pick her up for a sleepover, he forgot about, this was the perfect time to bring it up and hopefully get you knocked up again.

You were in the kitchen cleaning up and prepping for dinner, when you felt arms around your waist. You smile and lean back into your husband, feeling his warmth around you.

“Hey handsome.”

“Hello Beautiful,” he kisses your forehead. San starts to kiss your shoulder while he grabs your hips and waist. You laugh at him.

“What are you doing Sannie?”

He stops and turns you around to face him. “So, Aniyah told me today that she wants to be a big sister. What do you think about having another kid?”

“Oh, did she now?” your eyebrows shoot up.

“Mhm, she wants a little sister. I told her that we would have to talk to Mommy about it.”

“Mmm, good thinking.”

San pulls you close to his chest, kissing your face. “You don’t have to answer now but, at least think about it?”

“What do YOU think?” you ask him.

San has your legs on his shoulders and hands on your thighs as he pounds you into the mattress. Since it’s just the two of you here tonight, you can be as loud as you want too. He misses hearing you scream in pleasure for him.

You’re arching your back and trying your best to push up against him. San just chuckles at you and holds down your waist.

“Patience Baby, we got all night.”

“Can’t…help it….fuck you…feel so good…”

“Yea?…you’re gonna let me put a baby in you?….gonna let me knock you up Princess….fucking….fuck”

All you can do is moan out ‘yes’ over and over again. San moves one arm under you and opens your leg wider, pulling you harder into him.

“FUCK SAN!”

He groans against your neck. You reach for him, pulling him close, kissing his neck and jaw and grabbing the back of his neck. You pull on his hair and you feel him twitch inside of you.

“…..not gone last…..”

You grab his face in your hands making him look you in the eyes. “Give it to me…..want you to cum inside me….make me a Mommy again San….please….want it…,” you beg him.

He kisses you hard as he fucks you harder until he cums deep inside you. You’re right behind him gripping his shoulders and neck, while he grips your thighs tightly.

San grinds lazily til the both of you start to get overstimulated. He doesn’t want that right now. He just needs to feel you close. San doesn’t pull out because he wants to ‘make sure it takes’, his words.

He lays you both on your sides and hugs you close. You feel content and happy….and full of his cum. San rubs your back and kisses all over your face.

“…..what if we get a boy?”

You’re halfway to dreamland but you respond. “As long as the baby is healthy, that’s all that matters to me, plus I don’t think Aniyah will mind a brother.”

San agrees silently. “Go ahead and rest Baby, I’ll clean you up.”

I hope you enjoyed, very proud of this one! Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

#ateez fic #ateez smut #San #Choi San #San smut

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impactedfates · 1 year ago

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so like i was thinking of scenarios where genshin or also hsr men whichever you pick <333 could we get some Christmas hcs :)) please 🎄

★ A/N: I decided to do Genshin characters for this request :)) Why not spend Christmas with the fandom that my account started off with hehe. Here's the Xmas special!! Hope you enjoy :>

☆ Genre/Trope: Fluff + Platonic (But can be seen as romantic if you want)

★ Format: Mini Scenarios (Characters Included (Separate): Diluc, Zhongli, Ayato, Alhaitham, Lyney + Childe)

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Reader is NOT traveler // Some brief mentions of my OCs in some // Possible OOC Lyney

I don't think Diluc would necessarily spoil you but he wouldn't exactly NOT spoil you. We know he's rather rich and he can likely get you whatever you so wish however I believe Diluc's one of the types to not want to spoil people too much especially as many likely try to be his friend due to his income.

You'll get multiple gifts from and likely one or two of them are rather expensive things you once expressed an interest in liking, there's also smaller gifts like perhaps a plush of your favourite animal but there's also some homemade gifts he made. A good mix.

I feel like Diluc is someone who usually enjoys spending Christmas alone or just with a few close friends, when or if friends are over he enjoys sitting by the fireplace and chatting. He's not the type to do any of those Christmas games but there is a chance he could get roped into it one day.

Definitely doesn't drink, we all already know he doesn't like the taste of alcohol, besides. Even though he technically has the day off, I feel he'd rather not have a hangover the next day, whether or not he's off.

Speaking of a day off, once the maids/butlers finish their work. Which for that day would be small, just cleaner around the house and maybe cooking a Christmas dinner if friends are over, they can all go home. I also feel Diluc lets them have the next day off as well but for the whole day. He can deal with the housework.

At the end of the day, I think spending Christmas with Diluc means a very peaceful and quiet day. He wants to relax and he'll let himself, you and his workers relax just so they can spend time with those they hold close to their hearts.

Zhongli knows about the things people do on Christmas and he's more than happy to join in if it makes you happy. He goes out shopping for things for his friends (this time he DOES remember his wallet) and ensures it's the best quality while also ensuring it's something that would make you and others happy.

Hu Tao decides to hold a party, inviting you and Zhongli both! There's party games set up, a dinner made and also she insists on not handing out presents yet as she decides to do it near the end of the party, allowing everyone to give out their gifts and they can either open it or open it later at home.

If you decide to open it once you've been given the gift, Zhongli watches your reaction to see if he made a right choice in gifts and sure enough, with the way your face lit up tells him all he needed to know.

Once gifts have been given out, he excuses himself and leaves the party, bidding everyone a farewell. Why? Simple, he must spend some time with the Adepti as well right?

Ayato prefers spending Christmas with mainly family, of course he's not opposed if Thoma or Ayaka wishes to bring along a friend to join their celebration however he's not one to do the same himself.

This doesn't mean he won't give you a gift however, he still does. Ensuring it's wrapped with care before giving it to you. He knows what you like and likely gets exactly what you want.

It's not likely to really hang out with Ayato on Christmas unless Ayaka or Thoma invites you to celebrate with them. Christmas with the Kamisatos is a mix between peaceful and chaotic. We have the hotpot game where Ayato feels a bit more devious in what he adds but there's also the gift giving where people share smiles and thanks over what they got.

Sadly though, I feel unlike some characters, he's one of the few who still has some work to do despite the day. He gets them done quickly so he can hang out with family but the day after it's straight back to work.

But just seeing the smiles of his friends and family make it worth it for him, even if he can't celebrate the whole day and might only get a few hours and he needs to work the next day as well. Just seeing people he cares about being happy is enough for him.

For Alhaitham, I feel like he isn't one to really celebrate Christmas, not like his roommate anyways. Like he'll buy presents for friends but he won't really participate any further than that.

You can try to drag him to a Christmas Party, to have a Christmas dinner or whatever Christmassy thing you do but he'll refuse each time. While he does understand why people enjoy it and it's not that he doesn't enjoy it. He himself just prefers spending time alone.

You'll likely find him using the fact that many people are at home with family and friends to maybe take a peaceful and quiet walk, use the library to read, maybe he might go to the museum if it's opened or he might just be in his room for the rest of the day.

Overall, it's not that he doesn't like Christmas or anything like that, he just prefers to use the day to get time for himself without annoying scholars, he'll still make sure to get gifts for everyone and give them to them however aside from that, don't expect him to respond if you try to call him, he probably has his noise-cancelling headphones on.

(*Something to note: If you are his lover then he would like to spend time with you as well*)

I see Lyney performing a magic show, free of charge. He wants people to see the magic of Christmas. Well...as Christmassy as he can get it, it's your regular magician tricks with maybe some Christmas themed props.

He does this every year, and he'll also pick random kids from the audience and give them a gift. Kinda like a lucky draw! He adores the way the kids face lights up in delight as they quickly rush beside him and he asks them to choose a gift.

After the shows over, he disappears home so he can celebrate with you and his siblings, still doing magic to do so however haha. He'll make your gifts appear in your hands. He ensures you all have fun on this day as he believes that's what Christmas is about. To have fun with family. He even gets gifts for everyone in the orphanage!

However, you may find him on the floor wrapped in wrapping paper the morning of Christmas as he tries to struggle his way out.

"I was trying to wrap a teddy bear"

Is all he could say as he worms his way towards you so you can free him.

I think most of us can agree Childe is big on this day. Especially when it comes to family. He doesn't care how much something is, if his siblings want it he'll get it. No questions asked...although perhaps you could convince him not to get a "Mega Mr Cyclops" for Tuecer, I highly doubt Zakhar would want to see a certain redhead in his office when he's meant to have a day off.

He also spoils you as well actually! Let's say you went window shopping with him one day, not buying anything but just pointing out various things you seem to like. As long as you end up never getting them, expect each item to be in your Christmas present.

On one hand I feel he would have a day off, on the other, there's still that chance that Lady Tsaritsa needs him to do something, and he hates when that happens cause all he wants to do is be with his family and friends but his loyalties to her must come first.

He tries his best to get it done fast so he can come home, let's hope you have spare clothes for him encase and red stains catch on his clothes yeah?

Overall, he is probably the most enthusiastic about the day out of everyone listed.

Happy holidays everyone!! I hope this year has been going on well and I hope next year goes great for youse as well.

Honestly seeing how much my account has grown since my first post compared to now is almost unreal for me but I'm so grateful you all seem to enjoy my work ^^

As it's Christmas (where I am rn) I hope you enjoy today guys :))

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p1zzaparty · 5 months ago

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a very small, tiny, itty bitty detail i love to see in other peoples drawings of the Losers, especially as adults or young adults even, is what kind of fashion is given to them

like its almost a given that everyones Richie has some weird collection of shitty t-shirts with some nerd thing attached to it. Or brightly colored button ups with polka dots and stripes.

Eddie seems to stump everyone because i've seen him from everything to sweaters, to expensive formal wear, to neon rainbow tank tops. Personally i always saw that guy, with his bright pink and blue polo shirts and simple plain tees, as just a mixed bag of beans. He still dresses like mommy picked out clothes that she thinks would look super handsome on him, with his little stiff gelled combed hair to match. But he rarely, probably has anything that has actual words or icons on his shirts. Maybe a national park sweater here and there, that guy probably loooves gift shops. I think now with his big boy money he'll stray away from his usual get up, splurge a little, buy something branded, something new and expensive. Also something stupid, like shoes that are way too expensive. He's a fake sneakerhead, only really investing in brands he THINKS are cool or trendy. Not that he cares too much about being trendy and cool, like Richie probably does. Just...gets an ear worm sometimes, whispering to him about how they aren't that bad looking, and that he's buying it for himself, not because some jackass on tv wore them. Maybe a shiny new watch too, and maybe even a band shirt for pj-only purposes. Otherwise he's pretty strict on his expenses and just buys what fits and works as a shirt, pants, etc. Comfort over design, squarish in appearance, boxy and casually professional. I don't see him wearing a suit outside of work or waltzing into his nearest cheap café with a confident blazer and matching ironed pants. I doubt that guy even owns an iron, probably forgot to even buy one after mummy-kins passed. Even after she screeched and raved about it too, and he just ignored her tangents, assuming it wasn't even that important, all while his shirts became crinklier and sadder much like him. Sometimes i see people make him almost tooooo strict and formal and buttoned up, to y'know match Richies more casual and stoner-dork like style that's sometimes assigned to him. But Eddie, to me, is always a business casual kinda guy. Like, paid business trip to a golf course casual. Throwing on what's comfortable, giving a healthy amount of thought to what people might think of you. You will NOT find this man dressed to the nines at home, but he does, in fact, have a little pocket protector on his stupid shirt. With a pen or pencil thrown in just to make use of it, an old candy wrapper he forgot about and WILL get washed with it, or a few crumbs from his earlier microwaved breakfast burrito he had to scarf down before Myra had something to say about its ""toxic"" ingredients.

His clothes probably vary in size by a very small margin. Knowing a ball park guess of his pants and shirt sizes, always forgetting to add in it going through the washer, or how a size 30 is a size 31 in Canada or whatever. Probably because he was so used to mummy buying everything for him, even into his early 20s in college. Now he's free from her suffocating grasp, he still copies her sense of fashion and rarely does anything outlandish or fashionable. I think later down the line, in the cannon he survives and goes off to live a happily ever after with Richie, that he'd begin to explore a bit more. Getting that sugar baby money helps, and he'd have to try and buck up with Richie, trying to copy him slightly in terms of fashion.

He's a bland man Sarah, a BLAND man!

#i loooove thinking about stupid little details about them #i feel like 90s eddie and book eddie had more of aaa #sense #more distinguishable style even #modest and dolled up #but 2019 eddie is bland in a loveable way #i love him so fucking much GOD #hes so painfully awkward at being alive and breathing #i want to lock him in a petri dish and study him under a microscope #i could talk about this mans brain for hours #next long post is just me going on about their toothpaste brands #it #rambling #it stephen king #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #it chapter 2 #it 2019

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questionable-sanity · 4 months ago

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Hmmmm a WIP, probably:

Hurt/Comfort Modern FengQing fic where Mu Qing, who lost his mother before his relationship with Feng Xin, finally meets Feng Xin's parents.

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Mu Qing would never admit it, but he is extremely family oriented.

Feng Xin and his parents are distant. Feng Xin's mother in particular, who had been extremely focused on her son being successful from a young age, had been disappointed with her son when he'd broken his engagement with Jian Lan - an engagement decided between their families when they were teenagers. That was strike one, according to Feng Xin.

She had then all but disowned Feng Xin when he'd come out as bisexual. His father had done nothing in his defense. Strike two.

And she had not once spoken to Feng Xin when he announced either his relationship with and eventually his engagement to Mu Qing.

Strike three. That is, Feng Xin had decided at that point to go no contact with his mother and father.

Feng Xin is stubborn. So are his parents. Mu Qing had been under no delusion that he would be able to force them to make up, not until one of them made the first move.

So, when the invitation came in the mail, Mu Qing had bit his lip and hid it away so that Feng Xin wouldn't throw it away on sight.

Inevitably, when Mu Qing ambushed his fiancé with the invitation at dinner that night, it led to an argument.

But, if there's one thing Mu Qing has learned how to do in their four-year long relationship, it is how to slowly and subtly push Feng Xin in the direction he wants him.

(All of those seasons of Scheming Concubine worked to his benefit after all)

So, when Feng Xin finally agrees to one - one dinner, Mu Qing, I swear to fucking god - Mu Qing pulls out all the stops.

He drags the richest person he knows with taste (read: not Xie Lian nor Feng Xin (other than Hua Cheng, thank you very much, he still has dignity)). Shi Qingxuan helps him pick out a heart-stoppingly expensive bottle of wine to bring as a gift and spends literal hours with him shopping for the perfect 'meet your rich in-laws' outfit.

Mu Qing pulls out his mother's cook book and spends the day before pouring his blood, sweat, and tears into her most delicious and traditional dishes (made more difficult with the challenge of swatting Feng Xin's greedy hands away from the food at every turn).

He goes to bed the night before in full skin and haircare - including those heatless curlers Feng Xin absolutely hates given they get in the way of their cuddling.

And, perhaps most importantly, he spends the first half of that morning keeping Feng Xin relaxed, his fiance clearly feeling completely on-edge at the prospect of seeing his parents. (This, at least, is easy. Feng Xin is a simple, simple man, so all he has to do is drop to his knees once ("Hands off, idiot. Do not fuck up my hair.")) . The second half is spent ushering a pliant Feng Xin into a presentable outfit.

And in the afternoon, when he and Feng Xin arrive at the Feng household (Read: mansion. What the fuck Feng Xin?), Mu Qing gives his hand one last reassuring squeeze, and they knock on the door.

And at first, Mu Qing thinks it's all going well. He stays carefully polite, but quiet, and he watches with some relief as Feng Xin's shoulders become less and less tense as his mother showers her son with praise and affection.

And, truly, it makes Mu Qing so happy, because he never, ever wanted someone he cares about to lose their family, least of all because of an association with himself.

He never wants Feng Xin to lose this.

So, when the comments start, Mu Qing says nothing. They start innocuous enough, at first, to the point Mu Qing wonders if he's imagining things.

But soon, they become meaner, more targeted. It becomes clear that Feng Xin's mother has investigated his background - his father's criminal history and his mother's lack of education, namely - and does not like what she sees.

Mu Qing is a threat to Feng Xin's reputation with his family background, not even considering that he is a man. Feng Xin could have at least been paired with a much better match, male or not - The Feng's after all, have close ties with the Shi, Xie, Pei, Qi and plenty of other high-society families. Mu Qing's training as a doctor hasn't paid off yet, seeing as he is still in residency, and he hasn't chosen a more lucrative or prestigious subspeciality anyway, so his only selling point falls flat. He is attractive enough, but with his mother's history of cancer and autoimmune disease, his genetics are subpar. His personality is cold, unbefitting of Feng Xin's sunny and warm disposition. He is clearly not trained in proper etiquette, standing out like a sore thumb, an eyesore.

His detriments seem to be endless, and are told to him in every spare moment when he and Feng Xin's mother are alone.

Mu Qing is no push over and never has been. Never has he allowed someone to speak so disrespectfully to him.

But, as he watches Feng Xin smile at the dinner table, looking so at peace and relieved to have his family back -

Mu Qing, sick to his stomach, keeps his eyes on the table, biting his tongue. He can suffer any indignity for one night, if it means making Feng Xin happy.

The night continues on peacefully.

(That is, until Feng Xin finds out what's going on.)

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Ugh the plot bunnies are heeeeere but I have to resist and focus on my main project. Maybe I'll flesh this out for a christmas one shot?

#fengqing #wip #my fics #tgcf

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aloesarchives · 1 year ago

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Valentine's Day Special(JJK One shot)

Warnings: None other than Female Reader, and Domesticity with Toji, Megumi, and Tsumiki

Pairing: Toji x Fem!Reader

Wanted to write something for Valentine's Day. So I wrote one for Toji, I may or may not write one for Satoru but we'll see.

Man has never done shopping for anyone before in his entire life. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and he has gotten nothing for you…yet. Well, Toji is trying to think of something but the problem isn’t that he couldn’t afford it… Toji hasn’t didn’t know what to get you because you never ask. You were appreciative of his gifts and gestures but never dropped any hints for anything.

“Toji, Honey, the best gift you gave me is this life with you, Megumi, and Tsumiki. I don’t think there could be any better gift for me than that.”

God, you were the sweetest, loving, and humbling wife to him. He wonders every day why the hell you chose him out of everyone you could have. But that’s the thing, you never wanted anything else no matter how much he pressed you on. And everytime it’s the same answer. Toji has looked at your phone, pinterest boards, instagram likes, anything you saved in any carts on your favorite websites, photos/screenshots.

Nothing

It frustrated him that he was having a difficult time. He is your husband and the father of your two children who take after you. He was supposed to know your interests, hobbies, and likes. And yet nothing was coming to him. You said you already have everything and don’t buy something for yourself unless you need it and/or use it often. Sometimes reprimanding Toji for buying you things when he should be saving money. Toji knows you’re working overtime today and won't be home until 6:30pm. He has until then to get you something. Walking along streets of Tokyo, he sees the storefronts littered with red, white, and pink. Bakery displays filled with heart shaped pastries and desserts. Toji’s mind was drawing blank, nothing seemed to spark an idea in him. He wanted to get you something because you are and deserve the best, the best thing to ever happen to him. He knows he’s not the ideal man when you both got together but he changed for you. Bringing the world’s end if you simply asked him.

With a frustrated huff, he rubs his forehead. Now seeing himself as the number one most disappointing husband ever. He was tempted to call your friend to ask what he should get you when something caught his eye. Stopping in his tracks, he stares at the window of a jewelry store. Particularly, he was staring at one of their displays which laid a sterling silver necklace with a heart-shape locket. It was both simple yet beautiful. The longer he stares, the image of you wearing it becomes stronger. You would look so perfect wearing it that became you will look perfect wearing it. Toji goes to buy it and the lady helping him asks what photo he wanted to put inside. He immediately pulls up the one he wants, sending it for her. She smiled and said it would take a couple of minutes to get the necklace ready. So Toji wastes no time using that to get your favorite flowers and any baked goods. Coming back, the necklace was ready and he paid it off immediately. Silently thanking Shui for getting him a good cheek from his last assignment.

He briskly makes his way to pick up Tsumiki and Megumi from school where they had their own gifts for you. As soon as they all got home, Toji starts cooking dinner while the kiddos help put the flowers in your favorite vase. On the dot, you got home at 6:30pm. You make your presence known, albeit exhaustedly. The rapid footsteps your way makes you smile as your children rush in to give you a hug. You gently hugged them back before they started pulling towards the kitchen. A soft chuckle left you while watching Megumi and Tsumiki force you to hurry up.

“Hey, Hey~ What is it you two want me to see? Mama is right behind you– What’s this, Toji?”

There was more food on the table than your usual family dinner. Your husband just smirks at you while Megumi pulls your designated chair out for you. You thanked your son with a kiss to his forehead before he sat next to Tsumiki.

“Just a little something for Valentine’s Day, (Y/N). Wanted to treat you since you worked late.” Toji said with soft eyes, tenderly kissing your cheek.

As always, the food was exquisite and tasted like love was poured into it. The kids ate their dinner fast, confusing you as they scurry off after cleaning up after themselves. When they come back, a loving smile spreads across your lips. Hand placed over your heart as you coo at the sight. Tsumiki was bringing the vase with your favorite flowers while Megumi brought their gifts for you.

“What do we have here? Did you two pick these out with Papa?”

They lightly shook their heads as you placed the vase at the table’s center.

“No, only Papa did. But Megumi and I made these for you, Mama! You can open them!” Tsumiki excitingly with his signature bright smile.

You move towards the couch with the kids as they give your gifts to them. Taking this opportunity, Toji slips away to get his. He sneaks up on you as his towering frame blocks the room’s light. Toji gets on one knee in front of you as he hands you a red bag. Curiously, you take it from him and retrieve the small velvet box from inside. Tsumiki and Megumi lean in to see what it is once you open it, hearing a small gasp from you. The necklace was simple and seemingly plain but it was demure. Taking it out, you let it hang before noticing the small hedges on the side. Your fingers swiftly opened the locket and what’s inside made your heart melt.

Inside was a family picture of your small family. Everyone was smiling, including your husband. It was one of your favorite pictures because of that. Next to it were words engraved into the inside of the half of the locket. Once you read what’s engraved, tears started to trickle down. The words that brought you to tears:

“Thank you for loving me and being you” ~Toji

You looked up at him with love and appreciation, eyes softening seeing him deflate while taking your hands gently into his. His eyes were unwavering but sincere, already telling you everything you needed to know.

“I know you never ask for much, (Y/N). But I couldn’t help but get it for you. I’m god awful when it comes to words and I’m not the perfect man by any means. But I’m the man you chose to give your heart to and I will bring the Heavens down if you tell me to do so. All because I love you, (Y/N). I’m your husband, I’m all yours, Dear. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You knew Toji wasn’t the most open man or prince charming by any means. But he was loyal, dedicated, supportive, and endearing. He was a loving husband and father to you and your children, a blessing you were grateful for every day because he gave you this opportunity and you were living it out. For him to speak his heart and leave it vulnerable for you, he really does love and trust you dearly. That’s why you never wanted to ask him for gifts or anything because Toji was a gift to you by some divine intervention.

You launch yourself at Toji, causing him to fall on his back. Wrapping your arms around his neck tightly was all Toji needed to get your answer. He lays there with you in his arms before Megumi and Tsumiki decide to make it a family pile. The kids giggle as he captures them with his strong arms, sitting upright bringing you with him. The kids look in awe at your necklace with Megumi happily commenting that he and Tsumiki are also in there. While the kids are excitingly distracted, you look up at Toji and caress his cheek. Gently tracing over his small scar with your thumb.

“I love you, Toji.”

He gives a soft smile and leans into your touch while grasping your hand with his own.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

And this is one of many Valentine’s Days to come where you were more than willing to let Toji indulge and spoil you. Every one of them is always wonderful because Toji gets to spend it with the woman he gave his heart to and you are reminded your best gift you ever got was Toji himself.

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luveline · 2 years ago

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oh god Eddie and roan requests are my kryptonite (i must re read the stories once a month or I'll perish so i guess opposite of kryptonite) and i think it would be so incredibly stinkin cute if Ro made some like mothers day art/gifts whatever at school and she gives them to the reader without saying they're for mother's day and reader is so thrilled they put it up on the fridge or whatever

thank you for your request, my love! eddie and roan ♡ (step)mom!reader, 2k

Eddie would one day like to pick Roan up from school without smelling like the shop, but today is not that day. She vaults into his waiting arms like a firecracker despite it, her arms around his neck, the sleeves of her red vinyl coat cold on his skin.

"I've wanted to hug you all day," she declares, her eyes bright with love.

Eddie gives her a squeeze. "All day? You poor thing!" He eases her back to check her over, her cheeks already rosy in the cold, her hair a mess despite his best efforts that morning to avoid it. "Did you miss me?"

"Like my head," she says. She's an animated talker, nodding with each word.

"A hole in the head, is the saying," he tells her, punctuating with a kiss to her cheek.

"But I don't want a hole in my head, so that doesn't make sense," she says.

He smiles and steals another quick kiss. "That's the point, mini me," he says fondly.

"Silly points don't count."

"Who said anything about silly?" he asks, checking her water bottle is in her bag as he talks.

Roan tells him exactly who's been talking about silly as he walks her to the car. She's heavy enough to make his arms ache despite doing the same thing near enough every day for years. He's relieved to set her down when they get to the car in her seat, tossing her backpack and strapping her into her seat.

Eddie gets behind the wheel. He has to pick you up from work while your car is in the shop, so you're finishing early today.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?" he asks, checking his rearview.

"Can I ask you something?"

Eddie starts the car, pulling out of the lot carefully and turning onto the road leading away from the elementary school. "Yeah, babe. You can always ask me something."

Roan leans back in her chair, toying with the string coming from her coat hood. "Well, it's about Y/N."

"That's my favourite kind of question."

"But I don't want you to tell her that I asked you," she says hesitantly.

Eddie divides his attention between the road and his daughter carefully. "Ro," he says, reaching back with his hand to squeeze her knee. It's quite acrobatic. "Listen, baby, if you ever wanna tell me anything just for my ears, that's no problem. I'm good at keeping secrets."

Roan grabs her bag. "Well. Well, I made her some things today for arts and crafts, but– but Pauline said maybe Y/N wouldn't want them 'cos she's not my real mommy, and I said that's not true, because I call her mommy, and Pauline said that's not how it works."

Eddie winces. He knew eventually someone would have something to say about you, but he hadn't expected it to be tiny Pauline. It makes sense, though: Pauline's mom is a mean gossip.

"How do you feel about it?" he asks.

"Well… well, I don't know."

"Do you want me to tell you a secret?"

Roan makes a confused noise. "Okay."

"Okay. A week ago, when you went to Uncle Wayne's for a sleepover, you kissed Y/N on the cheek and you said, 'bye mommy.'" Eddie's tone goes soft as he remembers it. "Remember?"

"Yeah," she says.

"When you left, she turned to me and she was so, so happy. She gave me a hug and she said to me, Eddie, I'm the luckiest girl in the world," Eddie recounts, taking the turn that leads to your workplace, knowing he doesn't have a whole lot of time to explain. "Ro, she loves you, and she loves being your mom. She didn't have you in her tummy, so sometimes people will say she's not your real mommy, but it doesn't matter how they feel, it matters how you feel. Like, sometimes you want to call her mom, and sometimes you call her Y/N, and those are both okay. That's perfect, really, because you should call her whatever you want. Does that make sense?"

He peeks at Roan in the mirror. She's smiling, relief clear as day on her face. "I want her to be my mom forever."

Eddie can't see the future, but with a ring on your finger, and the amount of times he's seen you cry or be emotional over how lucky you feel, he doesn't think it's a lie when he says, "Then she will be."

"Really?"

"Babe, you should ask her yourself. I know she'd tell you the same thing I'm telling you. You don't need to worry about what Pauline thinks, just what you think."

Roan hums, noncommittal.

You're waving as soon as you see the car outside of work despite the coworker you're standing next to. "Roan!" you yell, voice muffled by the closed door between you and them, fast walking to the car where it idles. "You're never gonna guess what! I got you something!" You pull open the passenger side door and climb in, nearly closing it on your foot. You don't have eyes for Eddie as you wield three paper stubs from your purse. "I didn't tell you because I had to wait, but last week I asked Madeline from work to do a favour for me if she could, and– and–" You put the paper straight and point to the words with a neat fingernail. "Can you read that, princess?"

"Uhm," Roan says, clearly startled by your excitement, "it says, Princess Polly," —her voice takes a noticeable hike— "the muss–muss…"

"Do you want me to tell you?" you ask. She nods. Your simmering happiness comes to a boil. "They're tickets to go see Princess Polly: The Musical!"

Roan's brain takes a second to catch up. When it does, Eddie wishes he had the foresight to bring his ear defenders home with him.

In all the excitement, Eddie and Roan's discussion gets put on pause, as does dinner. The car ride is a babbling, giggling mess, and all Roan wants to do when you get home is change into her Princess Polly dress and watch the movie.

You're pleased with yourself and her reaction, Eddie can tell, shifting gently from foot to foot in your stockings in front of the countertop chopping broccoli while Eddie washes his hands to help.

"That went well, yeah?" you ask.

"I think it went more than well. How much did they set you back?"

"Eddie," you chastise lightly. "I thought we were going to stop talking about money."

"It's kind of impossible to not talk about money."

"Right," you agree, shovelling broccoli into a colander. You start on the carrots next. "But we were gonna stop talking about individual costs now because we have the budget book. I don't like how stressed out you get, you'll get a migraine."

Eddie makes himself sweat worrying about money and you hate seeing him like that. You're a bleeding heart. You care about him deeply. You love him, of course, but there's a second layer to that Eddie feels not everyone is lucky enough to have. Case in point —you towel your hands off and reach for him, scraping the hair away from his face with tender touches.

"Please don't worry, Eds. They fit in our budget very nicely, I promise," you say, fingertip trailing a tickling path up his cheek.

He trusts you and he knows you're more than clever enough to be smart about how you're spending money so close to the wedding.

"Not worrying," he says, forcing a smile that turns authentic the longer he looks at you.

Your returning smile is saccharine. He thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen, especially looking as happy as you do. "You're drying your hands in my blazer, aren't you?"

He presses a cold hand under your blazer to your shirt. "No?"

"It's okay… I'll be your dish rag," you wrinkle your nose, laughing at your own joke with self-disgust. "Yikes. I love you."

"I love you too," he says, turning into a melty mess of a man, burying his face in the side of your neck. "How was your day? Was your lunch okay, with the new croutons?" Eddie's chief lunch maker.

"The croutons were just as good as the other ones, thank you thank you. You're tickling my neck like that," you whine playfully, leaning back in the circle of his arms. "Come on, I wanna hug you more than anything but I need to get the veggies in to roast and- Hey baby! Oh my gosh, look at you!"

Eddie turns away to see what has you fawning. Roan's put her Princess Polly dress on, the newer one with mesh sleeves intact, matching tiara perched on hair she's brushed and frizzified. She looks gorgeous.

"You have to watch the movie with me, you need to know the words to her song," Roan says, spinning in a delighted spin.

"Yeah, I'm gonna!" you agree. You look around her, having caught sight of the paper in her hands she's now put behind her back again. "What's that? Is that for me?"

"They're for you," Roan says. She hesitates, looking at Eddie.

He nods encouragingly from your side. He doesn't care what Pauline's mom thinks, if Roan loves you as a mom, and you love her as your daughter, that's real.

Roan smiles and comes forward. Eddie already got you a bunch of stuff for mother's day, but he thinks he probably should've gotten Roan involved for some homemade crafts when he sees the look on your face. You rub your thumb over a card made of purple craft paper. There's pink and white feathers arranged in a heart shape, the PVA glue still heavy and damp in splodges. Your eyes track to the centre, your smile wide enough to apple your cheeks.

Happy Mother's Day has been written in the teacher's pencil and copied meticulously by Roan's red felt tip.

"I wanted it to be perfect," Roan says.

You laugh breathlessly. "It is," you say, lips parting as you open the card. "It's perfect, Ro. Oh, gosh."

To my Mommy is in huge letters at the top. A poem about mothers and guardians has been stapled to the middle, and Roan's signed off with her name and three hearts.

You close it and hold it to your chest. "Thank you so much, Roan. This is the best card I've ever been given."

"And there's this too," she says.

She feeds a paper crown into your hands. You put it on immediately, setting aside your card with utmost care and gathering her into your arms for a silk and tulle hug.

"Do we look good, dad?" Roan asks, her shoulder pressed to yours as you crouch for a squeeze.

Eddie scrambles backward for the third drawer under the cutlery. "You look so good! Stay there, I think I have a camera down here."

"We need to go watch the movie," Roan objects, though she's turned to a floppy weight in your arms, giggling as you run your fingers through her dark hair.

"I need to take a picture! This one can go up on our welcome board at the reception," he says, digging through the drawer fruitlessly.

He finds ìt. Bringing it to his eye before he misses the perfect shot, Eddie lines the finder with your hug, stepping back to fit your arms doubled around her waist, and the frills of her pink socks on the ceramic tile floor. The kitchen glows with early evening light, and Eddie can smell washing detergent, hand soap, and the freshness of chopped greens. He barely notices the smell of diesel lingering in his hair.

You close your eyes, nose pressed to the top of Roan's head. Eddie gets a jolt of love and pride like an extra spoon of sugar in a warm cup of honey tea. This is as good as it gets, he bets.

"Say cheese!" he commands.

Roan bears her baby teeth. "Cheese!"

You slide your cheek next to Roan's and smile. It's a million miles from that unsure, awkward grin you used to give him, but every iteration of your smile is perfect to Eddie. He takes three whole pictures in case the first two don't come out.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months ago

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heyyy. Just had a thought about what would tan would be like on reader's birthday but they aren't together. So readeranf the twins are friends so what kind of stuff would they get her. Feel like tan would get something really meaningful and sweet that is something that he must really listen to what reader says in general to know. And when he gives her it he's reaally awkward and a blushing mess cyz he's worried she won't like it and he's saying stuff like'you can return it if u don't like it' 'its a stupid gift so u probably won't like it'. Love ur stuff recently :))

my baby hi!! sorry this has taken me longer to reply to than I usually would. been a little busy last couple days!! I got a little carried away and I couldn’t stop coming up with things😭💌

TAN GIVING READER BIRTHDAY GIFTS.

but

this guy is so thoughtful that no one can tell me otherwise!! he's a good listener, especially when you think he's not paying attention AND he's got cash to flunk which helps aid his gift-giving abilities so so so...

he's a bit of a snooper, so if he sees a tab open on your laptop or computer and it's a shopping website, he'd quickly click on it and take a picture so that he can remember what it is. maybe he deletes the items from your cart so you can't buy them for yourself

if you and the twins are shopping, and tan sees you eye up something, he'd make a note to pick it up (he's come back in a few hours or next day)

it depends on what things you like - ie flashy designer gifts or gifts for things you need/ can't buy. but he doesn't want to disappoint you so he'd get you something within that category (in that safe sweet spot)

maybe he mistakes things, so if he thinks you like a certain candle scent, he'd get it for you in air freshener form, not knowing that you know there's a difference in the smells (hence why you've never bought it for yourself) so he thinks he's being sweet (he is) but you don't really like the smell, but he's so thoughtful that you say you love the scent name (that makes sense right?)

he goes overboard and definitely puts lem's gifts to shame (even though he got you perfect gifts (I feel like lem just knows what you want and like, and the presents have funny inside jokes))

he tries hard to find the balance between a friendly and romantic gift - not wanting to overstep that line

maybe your washing machine broke? so he buys you a new one, but a model better than your one before. maybe you mention how your floor seems empty? so he buys you a rug to match your space (would probs ask lem for advice) maybe you mention how you're running low on a lip gloss you like? but he doesn't know the shade name, so he gets you all the shades in that brand/ line so you can pick and choose when you want (it's your go-to one and you have it out often, hence why he knows the brand - he can read the logo) clear, pinks, purples, reds, browns, oranges - he'd get them all

maybe you mention how you want to liven up your bedroom to match the season? so he buys you new bedding with colours to match your room (again, he asks lem to help) maybe you had your eye on a pair of shoes or boots but they're way out of your price range? guess what? he's had them boxed up and in his wardrobe the whole time (ready to give you on your bday) maybe there's a foreign snack you like but it's near impossible to find? so you bet when he's away for work he hunts around the shops to see if he can find any. ALSO!!!!! if he can, he'd buy loads, like I mean loads and pay to mail them back home so he can give it to you for your bday (dying)

and when it comes to actually giving them to you, he's all nervy and anxious bc he doesn't want you to hate them, so he puts it out there that he's uncertain about what he got you (even though he knows he did a good job) ALSO he really really values your opinion!!! so he says things like "I got the receipt at home if you don't like it" "that one's stupid. I thought it was alright in the shop, but I dunno" "you're hard to buy for (lie) I'll get you better stuff at christmas (or whatever it is you do or don't celebrate)" “I won’t be offended if you swap it” (or return/ refund)

and the reason you have a slight scowl is not bc of the gifts, but bc of what he's saying. like they're PERFECT gifts and he's saying that they're not

so you're like "how did you even know I wanted that?" and he says how he has his sources yadayada

he's such a cutie pie <3

#12johnwick897 #tangerine #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x reader

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violetsareblue-selfships · 11 days ago

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Metal Bouquet

F/O: Sevika | Word Count: 1315 // hehe wrote this last night and i'm too eager to share so here ^^ like a direct follow-up to that last fic ^^ anyways i hope you enjoy it <3 // also I've linked the song my s/i plays on the jukebox if anyone wants to listen

Building up the courage takes a while. Weeks, maybe even months. All through it, April endures Jinx's teasing that she can't even ask a girl out, but she takes it as a good sign. If Jinx didn't approve of the potential relationship, she certainly wouldn't be teasing about it, right?

She starts slow: asking Sevika to stay a little longer any time she comes over for repairs or to pick Jinx up from April's shop, going to the Last Drop specifically when she suspects that Sevika will be there so they can chat more, and buying her the occasional drink when they're out together.

Yet every time she thinks she's gathered the nerve, her brain goes all fuzzy when their eyes meet and the moment's lost.

Her inability to think around the older woman leads her to seek out a different form of confession. She toys with the idea of a letter for a little while. It'd be easy. Writing her feelings down has always been easier than speaking them aloud, yet Sevika would recognize her handwriting, she's sure.

And she's not ready to reveal that she's been Sevika's secret admirer just yet. She'll save that for Sevika's next birthday, so the gift will (hopefully) be the last as just an admirer and the first as her girlfriend.

Flowers would be a sweet idea, but the air of the undercity isn't quite clean enough yet for those (she's sure even a bouquet wouldn't fare well anywhere but topside).

It's only while sifting through some metal scraps she's been tempted to give to Jinx that she gets the idea to make her something.

She works on it between her usual repairs and commissions, feeling a bit cheesy that she's crafting flowers out of metal. She doesn't even know what Sevika's favorites are much less if she has a favorite flower, so April sticks to roses with a few lilies thrown in.

As soon as the fake flowers are crafted and painted to her liking, she bundles them up with a bit of twine, resisting the urge to rush out at that very second to find Sevika.

It's a few days before she leaves her shop with the metal flowers tucked carefully in her arms. It's early enough in the day that the Last Drop should be mostly empty. She'd really prefer to not have other eyes on her for this…

Her eyes land on Sevika the instant she steps inside, the sight of her bringing both relief that she doesn't have to do this another day and nerves that this is it. The nerves cause her to loiter a little, heading over to the jukebox and setting it to play a song that's always calmed her nerves.

Though, as the familiar intro blares, she realizes just how cheesy it is for this music to be the background for her confession.

Sevika turns as the music changes, raising her eyebrow curiously at April. "What? Can't a girl be in the mood for a familiar song?" April asks, a sheepish look in her eyes.

Sevika snorts, blowing a puff on her cigar before pulling it away from her mouth. "Sure." Sevika leans back in her chair, her eyes slowly appraising April's form from head to toe. "What has you all dolled up? You look like you're asking for trouble," Sevika murmurs, her lips quirking up in a teasing smirk.

April giggles nervously, resisting the urge to fidget with her hair or the metal stems in her hands. Instead, she slowly approaches Sevika. "Maybe I am," She murmurs, exhaling sharply through her nose to quickly get rid of her nerves. Then her hand extends the flowers to Sevika, her heart rate skyrocketing as she waits.

Sevika's eyes widen, all traces of her teasing dropping. For a moment she just stares at the flowers before cautiously reaching to take them from April, her fingers almost trembling as she makes contact with the metal. Her eyes are full of question when they meet April's again.

"I like you, Sevika," April says softly, looking anywhere but those pretty grey eyes that will shut off her ability to speak. "I couldn't figure out any other way to tell you. Janna, you get me so damn tongue-tied, you know that?

Real flowers would just wilt down here, so I figured these are the next best thing, right?" April says, fully aware that she's starting to ramble. "Sorry, I didn't know your favorites, so I went with a mix of mine."

She seems like she's about to continue on, but the soft sound of Sevika's laughter cuts her off. Her heart jumps at the sound until she recognizes that it's soft, warm, fond laughter, not anything mocking.

"You're too cute," Sevika murmurs. "These are beautiful. They must have taken quite a bit of work to make."

"I-I mean not really? I barely noticed the time passing…" April murmurs, scratching the back of her neck so endearingly that Sevika has the urge to tug her down into a kiss.

"Mm-hmm." Sevika idly fiddles with one of the petals on the stem. She should be astonished at how detailed the flowers are down to the roses having little metallic thorns, but she knows the amount of detail April puts into her work.

Her eyes raise back up to April's, and she chuckles at the sight. April's still not looking at her, but she's restlessly fidgeting with her fingers. "Aren't you going to look at me?" Sevika asks. "I do have an answer for you, but I'd prefer you look at me when I say it."

April immediately looks at her, and her nervous expression has Sevika softening. "I like you too."

"You do?" April asks softly, taking a hesitant step closer. Some of her nerves dissipate when Sevika shifts the flowers to her metallic hand so that her human one can take one of April's.

"I do." She gently squeezes April's hand, a little amused at how much smaller her hand is.

"Then… you'll go out with me?" April asks. "We don't even have to go out. You could come over and I could make you dinner." Just date me. Be mine…

"That sounds nice." Sevika gently tugs her a little closer. "Just let me know when, sweetheart." She smiles at the faint blush that takes over April's face at that.

"I mean… we could… tonight?" April says.

"Mm, eager, aren't we?" Sevika teases, chuckling as it makes April's blush grow darker.

"'vika… I've been wanting to go on a date with you for years at this point. Yes, I'm eager." It's embarrassing to admit it, but the way it makes Sevika blink at her is worth it.

Sevika mouths the word 'years,' so many things slotting into place at that realization. All those times that their eyes met and April shyly looked away from her… "Right," She says, the word coming out a little strangled. "Tonight works."

"Cool," April says, giggling in the cutest way that has Sevika's heart clenching. She's going to have Sevika wrapped around her little finger soon if she doesn't already… "I'll go get ready for that then. Any preference for dinner?"

Sevika manages a laugh at that. "It'll be your cooking. That's enough for me."

April giggles again and nods. "Great! See you tonight, 'vika," She says softly, a mischievous look crossing her face for a moment before she dips her head down to kiss the top of Sevika's head, a feat only managed by the fact she's still standing while Sevika's sitting down.

"See you," Sevika murmurs, giving her hand one last squeeze before letting go. April heads toward the door, pausing to blow a kiss at her shyly before ducking outside again.

That only confirms that she's done for. If her heart weren't already April's, that flirtatious little move would have done it.

Gods, she can't wait for tonight…

#self ship #self shipping #self insert fic #self insert fanfiction #self ship fic #self insert #si x canon #canon x si #canon x self insert #self insert x canon #my writing #her heart is tied to mine 💖🦾

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