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The Unexpected Visit

Thomas Shelby x Reader.

Summary: A Filipina woman accidentally travelled back in time. There, she began to work for the Shelbys

Part 2

"Hurry up! We're going to be late for your birthday celebration!" My best friend, Ava, shouted down the hall, prompting me to respond in the same hurried tone.

"Alright! Just give me a moment!"

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of satisfaction as I admired my appearance. I was wearing a stylish black and white dress that fell just below my knees, with a white bow tie adorning my hair. My makeup was flawlessly done, accentuating my features.

"Shit, ang ganda ko," I murmured to myself. After securing a job as an animator and starting a new life in the United States, I was finally able to enjoy the fruits of my labor. This was where I would find happiness. Despite missing my home country, the Philippines, the familiar places there held too many painful memories that I preferred to leave behind.

Everything was supposed to go smoothly, until it didn't. From the far corner of my room, I caught a glimpse of someone—a dark figure—watching me. A chill ran down my spine, and my body instinctively went into fight-or-flight mode. Without a second thought, I fled from my room, convinced that the figure was pursuing me. It emitted a sinister laugh, filling the air with an eerie presence. Was this what my mother had warned me about?

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"Puta... tangina, tangina! Ava, where's Ava?" These thoughts raced through (Y/N)'s mind as she ran, desperately searching for her friend while panic consumed her. As she neared the stairs, she could swear that the figure was still chasing her. In her haste, she stumbled and began to fall, but just as she was about to hit the ground, a blinding light engulfed everything.

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On a quiet evening in the streets of Watery Lane, Birmingham, Thomas Shelby lay in his bed, lost in thought, cigarette in hand. Suddenly, the drawers started opening, and the air seemed to thin. The entire house shook, as if an earthquake were rocking the foundations. Thomas swiftly grabbed his gun, prepared to confront any potential enemy lurking in the darkness of the night. It felt as if the very earth were tearing apart at the seams. He was about to call for his family when a brilliant flash of white light blinded him, causing him to shield his eyes and turn away.

A loud crash followed, accompanied by the sound of a woman's voice. Thomas, now disoriented, cautiously approached the source of the disturbance, gun still aimed at the woman who had appeared in his home. She seemed panicked, her eyes darting around as she struggled to get to her feet, wincing in pain. It appeared that she had injured her leg, possibly a sprain, which forced her to remain seated on the floor.

Their eyes met, and the woman's breath seemed to catch in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the gun pointed at her. With trembling hands raised in self-defense, she stammered, "Who the hell are you, eh?" Thomas questioned her, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. This woman was unlike any he had encountered before.

"M-me? (Y/N), my name... (Y/N). Please, can you... I don't... the..." Her words faltered as Thomas took a step closer, the gun still pointed at her. Overwhelmed, she broke down, crouching on the floor, averting her gaze. If she were to die, she would rather not see it coming.

As the door opened, she looked up and saw a woman and two other men entering. When her eyes met theirs and then returned to Thomas, the woman spoke up, moving to disarm him.

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"Jesus, Tom! What are you doing to this poor lady?!" I heard the woman exclaim after the gun was taken away from him. I let out a sigh of relief. Tom, as the man was called, pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. The two other men seemed to be stifling their laughter, although it was difficult to discern as everything started to blur, as if the room were spinning.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in bed, still in the same room as before—at least from what I could remember. As I surveyed my surroundings, I realized I was still wearing the dress, although the bows in my hair were gone. When I attempted to get up, the door opened, revealing the woman from earlier. In her right hand, she carried a tray with tea.

"Don't. You'll hurt yourself," she cautioned, pointing at my ankle. I nodded, and asked, "Can you tell me where I am...? Can I go home? Please..."

"You're in Small Heath. Thomas said you appeared out of thin air. How did that happen?" she responded.

"What year is it?"

"1919."

Small Heath, in 1919? That was far away from home, possibly evenin a different era altogether. It seemed impossible for me to have traveled there in the blink of an eye, let alone through time itself. Sensing my confusion, the woman tried to reassure me. She set the tray of tea on the bedside table and introduced herself as Polly Gray. I nodded in acknowledgment and placed the cup of tea on my lap.

"You're not from around here, are you?" Polly asked, her gaze lingering on the tea leaves in my cup.

"No, I'm not," I replied. She clicked her tongue, taking the cup from me and placing it back on the tray.

"Are you a Gypsy?" she inquired.

"No, I'm not," I repeated. I was starting to feel a glimmer of hope that Polly might be able to help me find my way back home. However, instead of directly answering my question, she posed one of her own.

"Can you read? Are you good with numbers?"

"I can read and do math. Why?"

"If you're going to stay here, you might as well work for us," Polly suggested, her tone implying that she had more to say on the matter.

"Why do you want to help me?" I asked but only got silence in return. The unexpected turn of events had left me bewildered, but I knew I had to gather my wits and adapt to this new reality. Working for Polly and her associates seemed like the only option available to me at the moment. Maybe, just maybe, they could provide me with the answers I sought and help me find a way back home.

"I'll work for you"

"Good."

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It had been precisely one month and four days since I had become a part of the Shelby family. Despite initial reservations and a sense of distrust, Polly graciously took me under her wing. The other members of the family had an unspoken understanding not to pry into certain events that were yet to happen in their lives, acknowledging that I possessed knowledge of the future. However, that didn't stop some of them, particularly Finn, from asking what it was like. It was a joy to share stories with the young boy, and I was grateful that they kept my arrival in Small Heath a secret, creating a story on how I got up here, to not make the townsfolk ask questions, but then again who would ask the Shelby family questions?

In the present moment, I found myself inside the bustling betting shop, surrounded by a lively crowd. My responsibilities included tallying numbers, verifying receipts, and handling money and the transactions that came with it. The work was demanding, but it provided me with a sense of purpose, a distraction.

Across the room, John stood by the blackboard, inscribing odds while announcing them loudly for all to hear. Meanwhile, Arthur and Thomas had stepped out for a while, leaving Polly and me to manage the shop, with Ada looking after Finn.

"Mas maganda siguro kung animator nalang ako... or if I had a calculator here," I mused to myself, finishing up the last part of my work and giggling at the thought.

"A calculator? What's that?" I heard John's familiar voice as he approached me, a toothpick dangling from his mouth.

"It's- er, a device that helps you with calculations—counting, subtracting, multiplying, and even dividing numbers," I explained.

"Even the big ones?" John asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

"Even the big ones," I confirmed, a hint of amusement in my voice.

Our conversation was abruptly interrupted when a bloodied Arthur burst into the shop, sending panic through the air. Everyone was ordered to leave, and Polly swiftly took charge, guiding Arthur to the house connected to the betting shop. Ada and John exchanged concerned glances, and I hurriedly joined them, mindful of my sprained ankle. I grabbed a clean cloth to help with Arthur's wounds, while Ada rushed to fetch a bucket of water.

Word seemed to spread quickly, and soon Thomas barged into the house, a bottle of alcohol in hand. He took the cloth from me, and I sat there, observing the scene. Conversations and typical sibling banter filled the air as Arthur and Ada exchanged words, while John and I simply watched them. Arthur began to explain how Inspector Campbell had asked him to assist with a robbery, recounting the encounter. Lost in my own thoughts, I couldn't help but voice my concerns.

"Will you help him? I mean, I wouldn't want to even think of helping a man who beat and bruised me... but..." I trailed off, realizing that all eyes were on me.

"Sorry, please continue," I quickly added.

"We don't help coppers," John stated firmly beside me.

Arthur continued, "He knew all about our war record... said we were patriots like him. I told him we'd take a family meeting and vote."

Knowing this was turning into Family business, I quietly saw myself out, going back to the betting shop to try and do extra work to keep myself busy. Despite the trust I had gained from the family, I understood that certain matters were their own to handle. It was their business, and I respected their boundaries.

///

My mind couldn't seem to shake off the lingering thoughts from our conversation. It had been a good thirty minutes, yet I couldn't help but wonder if the Shelby family would truly help that man with the robbery. After all, how could they trust someone who had beaten one of their own? The situation seemed precarious at best.

"Sana talaga bumalik na ako. Mas masaya siguro ako kung animator na lang ako... please, Lord, babait na ako kung ibabalik niyo lang ako..." I quietly murmured to myself, longing for the familiarity of my previous life.

"What are you blabbering about, eh?" a gruff voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to find Thomas standing before me, a quizzical expression on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him, which seemed to amuse him.

"You haven't apologized since the first time we met," I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.

"And you haven't told me what you said," he replied, curiosity piqued.

"It was a curse. I was cursing you to make a bad decision for pointing a gun at me," I snickered.

A moment of silence passed between us before we both chuckled. "So maybe it isn’t a curse... I was actually wishing to go back home. I even asked the Lord. I told Him that if He took me back, I would be nicer. I just think it would be nice if I could work as an animator. After all, I studied to become one after everything," I confessed, grateful for the Shelby family for taking me in and caring for me in their own ways.

To my surprise, Arthur and I discovered a shared love for drawing. It became apparent when he noticed me doodling one day, and he revealed that he used to love drawing horses. We began to draw together from time to time, he even thought me a few things or so.

Thomas, on the other hand, was more reserved. We didn't have much in common, but whenever I spoke in my native language, he would ask questions about its meaning. He also showed patience when I acted differently, allowing me to talk to him in a more casual manner over time.

John, being closer to my age, was a friendly presence. He had a boisterous personality, and I appreciated having someone to distract me from the noises in my head, a breath of fresh air in this intense environment.

Ada was easy to get along with. She lent me some of her clothing and was always open to conversation. She reminded me of my friends back home, particularly Ava.

Polly and I had a relationship reminiscent of the one I shared with my mother. At first, it felt like walking on thin air, but as I diligently carried out my duties and refrained from meddling in their affairs, she began to open up. She treated me like her own, and when I mentioned the similarities between her tea leaf reading and the practices of lbularyos or witch doctors, she encouraged me to share more.

And now, here I sat with Thomas Shelby himself. Thomas, who stayed quiet for most parts. His presence made me feel like I should continue talking.

"You lot can speak a different language too, right? Maybe you can teach me so that when I go back, I can make an impression, hm?" I suggested, which made him quirk a brow

"Then you'll have to teach me yours too, so it'll be fair, eh?" he replied with a smile and a shake of his head. Jackpot.

"Sure. Speaking of learning, do you know how I got good with numbers?" I asked, looking at him intently. It was just the two of us in the betting shop now, giving me the freedom to share. He then sat down next to me. Taking his gesture as an invitation to keep talking, I continued.

"When I was seven years old, my parents enrolled me in a program, a math center. It took me eight years to complete the whole program!" I explained, shivering at the memories.

"You didn't go to school?" he inquired.

"Oh, I did. I attended school while also studying math at that center. By the time I was sixteen, I was juggling school subjects like statistics, probabilities, and calculus, along with history lessons about my country... all that stuff. Later on, I learned animation, which gave me something to do, something I enjoyed."

"What do you do in animation?" Thomas asked, my face seemed to look very excited as i moved my chair closer to him, as if it wod be easy for him to be absorbing the knowledge I was about to share.

"Well," I began, a smile playing on my lips, "I draw illustrations, frame by frame. Basically, you see this?" I gestured, moving my hand as if I'm waving. He nodded in response as If my gesture wasn't obvious. "I draw something like that, people in motion, you know, like those pictures Ada goes to see. But Instead of people, its drawings. That was my job."

"And you can't do that now?" Thomas questioned, curiosity evident in his voice.

"Well...its easier to do it digitally," I explained, trying to find the right words to describe the concept, I used my hands, waving them in the air as if it would help the situation. Seeing his puzzled expression, I sighed and admitted defeat. "You know... its like this technology. It's hard to explain, to be honest. It's giving me a headache just thinking about it."

Thomas nodded, tilting his head slightly to indicate that he had listened to my explanation. After awhile more, we both stood up

"I've go to go, somewhere I need to be"

"Oh? Did my curse work? You're off to make a bad decision?" I joked which earned me another smile and a shake of his head.

"Maybe tomorrow, Do you drink?"

"That depends, is there an occasion?" I asked,walking over to the window, there I realised it was already dark, we've talked throughout the afternoon.

"Just come, eh?"

"Ask me again next time and I'll agree, if we spend too much time your ears might bleed."

"Next time then."

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She stayed in Thomas' room during her stay, a decision made by the family. As she headed upstairs, she spotted Polly taking care of Finn. Pausing in her task, Polly spoke up.

"Need any help?"

"No, just check on Ada for me, thank you, love," she replied, and I agreed to do so.

"Alright, goodnight, Pol."

"Goodnight, love."

Making my way upstairs, I found Ada in her room.

"Are you going to sleep? Pol asked me to check up on you," I asked, and she yawned and nodded, pushing me towards Thomas' room.

"Yeah, off to bed. You too. I can manage myself. Goodnight, (Y/N)!"

"Oh, goodnight Ada," I said before she shut the door, leaving me confused, what are you up to Ada? I walked to the bed and crawled under the covers, ready to sleep.

As I drifted off, I couldn't help but utter a quiet gratitude, "Thank you, po," to no one in particular.

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"Pol, do you know anyone who might know a way for me to get back? I think I'm losing hope already," I asked Polly, seeking some answers. It had been quite a hectic week word of mouth saying Thomas shooting someone, Mr. Campbell raiding homes of communists, Ada's pregnancy, and Thomas picking a fight with the Lee family.

"Oh, love. Just a little longer, hm? You'll go back. I'm sure of it," Polly said, her words providing temporary comfort. I had grown attached to the Shelby family, and the thought of leaving without knowing their fate weighed heavily on my mind.

"You know, Poll, I'm scared. If I do leave, then what about you guys? I won't ever get to see you all again... I won't know how you guys are doing unless I can read it from history books. I won't know how to help," I confessed, my voice filled with concern.

She took my hand in hers, offering reassurance. "Don't worry, love. Just give us a proper goodbye, and we'll be fine, alright?"

"I'll miss you if I do go," I admitted, a touch of sadness in my voice.

"We'll miss you too," she replied, understanding my worries.

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That night, I decided to stay up late. I sat in the kitchen, working on a few doodles on a piece of paper. I drew frogs, horses, Polly, Ada, and Finn. The door swung open, revealing a drenched Thomas holding a bottle of whiskey.

"Woah," I exclaimed, surprised by his sudden entrance.

"A drink?" he offered, though his tone felt more like an order than an invitation. Remembering my promise, I grabbed two glasses and placed them on the table as he poured a drink for both of us.

"So, rough day? What happened this time?" I asked, curious to hear the events that had happened, though by the looks of it, thos wasn't a good one.

"I shot a horse," he replied. My eyes widened, my mouth agape, silently urging him to continue.

"It looked at me the wrong way, so I..." he trailed off, the weight of his actions evident in his voice.

"I look at you the wrong way most of the time. Maybe you should've done the same to me," I mumbled, moving my chair closer to him. He sighed, taking a swig of his drink.

"Back in France, I got used to seeing men die, but I never got used to seeing horses die," he confessed, his tone filled with remorse.

I nodded, taking small sips of my whiskey. "Horses, or any animals in general, they aren't like us. When we kill, it can be for so many reasons, but they do it to survive and protect. So, it's good that you feel bad about it. It makes you human. It proves you're not what you think you are."

"What do you think I am?" he questioned, curiosity lacing his words.

"You're not that far off. You're not as cold as anyone, or even yourself, perceives you to be, and that's a good thing. So, let it all out today," I encouraged, understanding the weight of his burdens.

We fell into a comfortable silence, interrupted only by the clinking of glasses as he poured himself more whiskey. After a while, I nudged him with my glass.

"I don't drink much," I confessed, offering him my glass. He took it and drank, and eventually, he began to talk again.

"Is that Polly?" he asked, pointing at the doodle I had made of her. I nodded, pointing out the other family members as well.

"I drew the people I talked to today. I guess I should draw you too, huh?" I suggested, feeling a sense of warmth in our conversation. He shrugged, turning his chair to fully face me.

"Should I stay still, then, eh?" he asked playfully.

"Nope! I've already memorized your face by now," I replied without much thought, not realizing the subtle smirk that graced his lips as I began to sketch him.

"You know, I'm glad that it was your house I accidentally traveled to. Even though it was scary at first," I shared, stealing quick glances at his drenched face to capture the details in my sketch. "Anyways, you'll catch a cold if you stay like that. When I was a kid, my parents used to throw their slippers at me from inside while I played in the rain."

"What? Would you do that to me?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Imagining the scenario, I burst into laughter. The image of me throwing slippers at Thomas in the rain seemed quite comical.

"I will if you let me."

"Maybe someday"

When I finished the sketch, I looked at it with satisfaction.

"Pogi," I murmured, using a Filipino term that meant "handsome." Though he didn't need to know that

"Pogi?" he repeated, looking at me curiously. I shook my head, realizing I had slipped into a different language.

"I said I was done," I clarified, handing him the paper with a smile. He took it, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," he whispered, barely above a breath. We both knew that those two words held multiple meanings, and despite everything, he meant them sincerely.

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hiramaris · 8 months

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Kiss It Off Me

CHAPTER 2

Chapter Summary:

And what does Haley do when things don't go her way? She sabotages. So it wasn't a surprise when Haley's mouth opened and the next words that came out were ones she never intended to say. It was a defense mechanism, a way to push people away before they could hurt her. "If it weren't for those horrendous clothes, you might actually be pretty," she blurted out, regretting it as soon as the words left her lips.

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer: I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: None so far? Just Haley being her usual self

Notes:

Okay, so originally in my AO3 this is meant to be a Haley x OC and I have already created a solid description for my character. However, I thought it would be much better if I changed it to a reader-insert instead tho I'll probably keep some physical descriptions that I had already inserted, so sorry about that. Also, if some of y'all have already read this in my AO3, expect some minor changes.

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Spring 1

Haley rises with the grace of a blooming sunflower that she is. It's finally Spring!

No longer will she suffer from the icy chill that makes her toes feel like they're about to fall off, none of that ridiculously nasty snow that forces her to use that Yoba awful boots she had hidden at the deepest part of her wardrobe, and just as equally terrible gloves that hinder her from using her camera let alone her phone when she finally got that once in a blue moon occurrence of perfect lighting outside.

And most importantly; no more dry, frizzy hair.

AND.

She could finally continue her tan!

Oh, the endless possibilities that await her in this new season. So much to explore and experience. Haley is positively bursting with excitement, eager to dive into all the joys, and wonders what something new Spring has planned for her.

****

When Haley expected something new, She didn't mean new 'new' like a new person but new as in something exciting like a freshly arrived parcel from the shop she ordered online, or perhaps a new conditioner that makes her hair bounce and makes it shinier that Yoba could mistake it as the sun.

Her expectations were already at rock bottom with Pelican Town being the dullest place on earth.

But why oh why did she even bother to expect?

"The new farmer's coming today, just so you know," Emily casually mentions as she washed their dishes that morning.

Haley scrunched up her face. She had already forgotten about it. Why bring it up again?

"Oh, goody. Another reason to avoid the Townsquare today."

Emily turned to her with her typical condescending look she learned to hate. "Hay, you don't have to become BFFs with her right off the bat. Just say hello and try not to be your usual mean self. You'll thank me later."

"And I don't have to introduce myself within the day, Em." Haley crossed her arms, standing her ground. "This is no classroom where you need to acquaint the new kid on her first day."

"I know." She sighed as if she was having a conversation of repetition with a toddler and she's running out of patience. "Just be nice to her, yeah?"

Haley didn't answer. With camera tucked carefully between her hands, she left the kitchen without a word. Emily never fails to make her feel like a child being taken care of by her. Like she's in dire need of a babysitter and without her guidance, Haley would be nothing.

It's infuriating really.

No.

She wouldn't let this ruin her day.

Today was going to be a good day. Emily's incessant nagging couldn't change that. Besides, she probably wouldn't even meet the new farmer. It was already past 10, and the girl was most likely already mingling with the locals or resting in that old cottage of hers.

She can still take pictures back in Marnie's ranch. then she can hang out with Alex in his place. Go back home exactly during Emily's shift on the Saloon and then she'll have the whole house to herself while she can finally cook something edible without Emily breathing down her neck.

Yes, that would be ideal. Today is a good day.

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Wrong.

Just as Haley stepped foot outside 2 Willow Lane, she was greeted by a tall, unfamiliar woman strolling by her house at an infuriatingly slow pace.

You held a whole map of what she assumed was the town's which was big enough to hide your whole face, and as well as hinder your vision to notice Haley on the side, much to her relief.

Are you the new girl?

All that she can tell is that you have the darkest hair she has ever seen in her whole life. It was shiny, and ridiculously long, too which kinda compliments its wavy nature.

Also, why the hell are you in a dress shirt and a tie?

Haley may be a bit far behind the books but she's sure as hell that isn't the right attire for someone who'll work on a farm.

If Haley didn't know Lewis is the mayor, she'd probably think you're the new mayor with your totally immaculate wardrobe— a dress shirt and a tie, perfectly flattened slacks, and a pair of leather shoes that probably look expensive.

Shit. Are you really the farmer? Or just a visitor?

Oh, no. Are you turning around? Oh, Yoba, she is!

Haley scrambled to her feet. Not sure if she should bolt inside the house, run to the Townsquare, or what.

With her probably last brain cell that saves her from the utter embarrassment of being caught checking out the new farmer (absolutely not, the disgrace), her own body moves on its own. She grabbed her camera and positioned herself like she was taking a photo of the least appealing subject she had ever captured in her life— Emily's cactus.

Please not now, Yoba. Not now.

She found herself praying to the deities she no longer talked to when she felt your eyes burning into her back. She had probably taken a load of mediocre photos of Emily's plant when she finally felt the farmer leaves.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she turned around and found the street empty apart from her. Only then did she notice how fast her heart was beating against her chest.

Thank Yoba for saving me from that mortifying introduction.

Why is she even nervous anyway? She didn't even see me. Even so, that was so embarrassing.

Wait, no.

Embarrassed, not nervous.

Only embarrassed, nothing else.

The word nervous and Haley doesn't fit. In fact, it should never ever be used in a single sentence. Haley doesn't get nervous, ever.

She was just caught off guard, that's all.

Next time, she'd prepare an introduction so fantastic that you would be left with the impression that Haley is too good for you— kind and never mean, but still way out of your league.

Just you wait, stranger. She thought determinedly, trying to ignore the voice at the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like Emily, asking her if she was really sure it was going to be a good day.

Haley doesn't really know.

****

"Did you meet Y/n?" was Emily's first words when she arrived home from her shift.

Haley remained sprawled on the couch, flipping through the pages of her fashion magazine for this season. The struggle was real, trying to choose between the blue skirt or the pink shorts.

"Who?" she asked, her eyes still glued to the glossy pages.

"The farmer, Hay." She can feel Emily rolling her eyes at her.

"Oh," Haley feigns interest, barely lifting her gaze. "That not-so-tall, dark-haired farmer with a fashion taste of an old woman ready to retire from her corporate job?"

Emily gasped, and Haley turned to look just in time to see her scandalized look. To be fair, you don't look that bad. You also tower over Haley for a couple of inches and your fashion sense isn't the worst that she has seen in her life. Haley wouldn't be caught alive admitting that aloud though, especially not in front of Emily.

Lies are an easier language to learn after all.

"Don't tell me you just insulted her on her first day?"

"Of course not." Haley protested, magazine long forgotten. "I saw her but I didn't even talk to her nor she even tried. The doofus was so busy with her stupid map to even see me."

Looking back at the scene made her feel embarrassed, relieved, and offended at the same time.

Like how could you not notice a true beauty in front of you? Her face alone was enough to catch the attention of all the people in the area. She's not crowned flower queen for nothing yet you just walked passed her like she's just an average woman!

How dare she?

But on the side, it would have been embarrassing otherwise for Haley to be caught alive staring at the newcomer with wonder in her eyes.

Would anyone really blame her though? It was perfectly natural to size up the competition in terms of beauty.

Right?

And it's not like she noticed how broad your shoulder was or how your lean physique perfectly suited your chosen profession. Not at all, pft.

"Still, you could have said hello," Emily tries to reason with her, oblivious to the internal conflict turning on the gears of Haley's brain.

"Why should I? I'm not the new girl, aren't I?" She shrugged indifferently, turning back to her mag once again. "And what kind of lame name is Y/n, anyway?"

"Haley." There's that tone again.

"What?" she snapped.

"Don't even start. Y/n is actually nice." Emily chided softly, her eyes boring into Haley's like a disappointed mother. "You said it yourself, this isn't high school anymore. Being mean doesn't get you anywhere."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Haley bristled at the insinuation, standing up to face Emily with a fierce expression. "Are you saying I'm directionless just because you have a job, and I don't?"

"I'm saying that being kind is always the right choice," Emily's calmness only fueled the anger she felt. "And trust me, it doesn't cost you anything to be nice to someone. But being mean can cost you more than you think."

Haley remained tight-lipped, not wanting to argue with her sister anymore. Emily seemed to mistake her silence for compliance.

"I'm just trying to look out for you, okay? Sorry if I came on too strong," Emily consoled her, giving her a pat on the head. "I'm off to bed now, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Goodnight, sis."

As Emily headed off to bed, Haley was left to ponder the events of the day—

No fantastic photos in Marnie's ranch because the nasty smell of animal waste was enough to drive her back to her entry steps, and the risk of running across the new farmer is greater there so, no.

As for Alex, forget it, she didn't have the stomach to endure his stench after playing with his ball all day. Her only option was to head back home.

Emily left early which is a good thing but when Haley went to the kitchen to finally practice her baking skills, she only found out that they had no more eggs. She could have run to Pierre's to get some but she isn't really keen on doing the shopping herself. That's Emily's forte, not hers.

And now, she's been lectured by her sister like she's some rebelled teen.

What a good way to start the year, huh?

Yeah, today is not a good day.

****

Spring 2

Haley was out with her camera in Cindersap Forest just by the river. Unlike yesterday, it seems Marnie was just as bothered by the smell of her animals and decided to deep clean her ranch or whatever. So, the air was fresh and crisp, allowing Haley to breathe deeply without cringing.

The weather was ideal for taking photos— partly cloudy with a gentle breeze that carried delicate flecks of pollen through the air.

Despite her aversion to dirt and anything that possibly has germs in it, Haley loved taking pictures of nature. Behind the camera lens, she felt a profound connection to the world around her. She was in her element, lost in her own world, and nothing else mattered. Once she found the perfect subject, she was determined to capture it, no matter how dirty or injured she might become.

At this time of the year, the river looked especially magnificent in the soft light, and the falling pollen added a magical touch to the already enchanting scenery.

Just as Haley was about to snap the perfect shot, she heard a little squeak that was impossible to ignore. She turned her head to locate the source and was delighted to discover a...

Squirrel!

The little creature was the cutest thing she had ever seen, second only to the bunnies she had spotted at Marnie's ranch last year.

Haley raised her camera, ready to capture the moment forever. As if sensing her intent, the little guy let out another adorable squeak before darting off toward the deeper part of the forest where the weird old guy with the tower lived. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was worth it to follow the squirrel, but her impulsive nature won out in the end.

With ragged breath and hair slightly disheveled, Haley finally caught up to the squirrel. And then, as if time had stopped, she stumbled upon a sight that took her breath away.

There you are, the farmer— Y/n, she reminded herself, with your back hunched over as you fed the little guy a handful of wild walnuts that you had foraged from the forest.

No longer did you look like the poised and polished woman in your dress shirt, tie, and slicked-back hair. Instead, you wore a well-worn jumper over a faded farmer's shirt, with your hair loosely tied up in a haphazard ponytail.

You looked... different.

It was as if you belonged in this community far more than Haley ever could.

Maybe it's the clothes, or maybe it's the way the little squirrel was so comfortable in your presence.

Before she knew it, Haley's body moved on its own, and she instinctively raised her camera to capture the moment. It was a picture-perfect moment that spoke to her soul, one that was raw, genuine, and brimming with vulnerability.

For years she hadn't seen something as picturesque and just raw and so vulnerable as this.

Suddenly, you whirled on your spot with wide eyes.

Wide, so gray, very surprised gray eyes, and your just as dark eyebrows rose so high it disappeared behind a thin curtain of bangs. The little squirrel darted behind a bush in fright, startled by the sudden flash of Haley's camera.

It felt like ages before Haley's fried brain decided that maybe it was time to finally move and stop making a fool out of herself for the second time around. You are just as frozen, your hands still holding three walnuts suspended in midair.

"Uhm," you started, voice soft and hesitant. Finally standing from your place, Haley could just stare at how tall you are in this proximity. You let out a small smile. "You're the girl with the camera yesterday, right?"

Haley could only nod. The words dying on her tongue. Her brain is still short-circuiting in all ways possible.

"Oh..." Haley breathes out, her heart racing as she takes in the sight before her. "You're that new farmer girl or whatever, aren't you?"

Just how the hell did the gray get so green though? She wonders as your eyes bore into her with piqued curiosity. Was it the lighting and the green scenery that did it?

Good Yoba.

Is it possible for someone to be blessed with a nose this fine, so shapely up close? And don't even get her started on how a farmer could have such luscious, shiny hair when Haley has to spend hours just to get that shine and bounce that she likes.

What kind of mouth is that even? It's so small yet so plump. It doesn't look chapped though. You don't seem to be a lip gloss type, so you must be using chapstick regularly. That's good.

And wait, were you talking?

"Huh?" she mutters to herself, catching herself from zoning out once again. "Oh... I'm Haley." She manages to respond in what little she had caught up from your ramblings.

She only understands the word grandpa, Zuzu City, Y/n, and new.

You smiled and that's all that it took for the accumulating embarrassment to flush on Haley. It was too bright, too happy, too much and Haley couldn't handle all that.

For the first time, she's at loss for words, flustered, and was that her being nervous?

In a desperate attempt to regain control, Haley shook her head vigorously, hoping to shake off the ridiculous embarrassment that was consuming her.

And what does Haley do when things don't go her way?

She sabotages.

So, it wasn't a surprise when Haley's mouth opened and the next words that came out were ones she never intended to say. It was a defense mechanism, a way to push people away before they could hurt her.

"If it weren't for those horrendous clothes, you might actually be pretty," she blurted out, regretting it as soon as the words left her lips.

Your smile evaporated in a split second and Haley almost missed it immediately.

Almost.

"Excuse me?" You looked offended, and Haley could easily admit that she didn't like your eyes when they were darkened like this.

"Actually, never mind." She replied, steady and fast. Hoping the farmer didn't really hear her stupid comment.

Just what the hell is wrong with me anyway?

You pursed your lips and went silent for a second or two as you turned and rummaged on your rucksack which Haley hadn't noticed before. "Here," you held out a freshly picked daffodil, and Haley almost swooned. Almost.

Her lips parted in a soft gasp. "For me?"

"Hmm. It kinda looks like you."

Haley's lips curved into a small smile. "Thank you."

You hummed in acknowledgment, but you didn't return the smile. Had Haley gone too far with that comment earlier?

Haley rarely feels guilty. She always tells herself that she doesn't have anything to apologize for. Her parents didn't, so why should she?

But right now, that dreadful feeling came resurfacing. It's suffocating.

The silence is suffocating.

"It's my grandpa's." After what seemed like forever, you turned to her with a small, almost nostalgic smile. You must have noticed Haley's questioning look. "These clothes are his," you clarified. "I moved here with nothing but myself after I decided spontaneously that I can't live a life as I had in Zuzu's." You gave out a low chuckle.

Oh.

That's why you looked like that yesterday. It makes sense now. The guilt now creeps on her like a palpable living force. Emily's words came echoing at the back of her mind.

Being mean can cost you more than you think.

The apology is at the tip of her tongue yet a small part of her, the mean one, kept telling her it was just a harmless comment and that she meant nothing of it. How could she know it was your grandpa's? Or that you suffered back in your old city and you're finding a fresh start here?

Because you didn't even give her a chance to know her before you judged her. This Emily conscience of hers is really starting to scare her. But she's right, she did judge you immediately.

"I—"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be so grim." There's that smile again. "Uhm, sorry to cut this short but" you stared at your watch. "I still have to tidy the farm up; you know it's not exactly the cleanest place right now. I just took a break to feed the little guy. I'll catch you later, Haley."

Haley didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.

Or even apologize.

She sighed as she watched you retreat back to your farm.

****

"How do you say sorry?" Haley asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. She never saw Emily abandon her sewing machine that fast. In record time, she sat beside Haley who chews her bottom lip, clearly troubled. She barely even touched her fruit salad and that's something.

"What did you do?" was her only question yet Haley found herself telling her sister everything.

Yep, today isn't a good day, too.

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A/n: had to delete the other one due to some minor changes again.

#stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew haley #haley x farmer #haley x reader #stardew fanfic

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"Are We About to Kiss?" Pt.2

(Vance Hopper x gn!Reader)

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: After realizing Denver’s infamous delinquent is crushing on you, you just can’t help but tease to see that blush

Warnings: Tsundere!Vance, Swearing, Flustering, Light violence

Word Count: 3.6k

(ITALICS = FLASHBACK)

(Ask and you shall receive, here's another part! It’s a lot different than the first one tho)

Requested by: @isi1209 @maywv12 @livingdeadgirl7 @imxxhungry @ughhthisbitch @alienthewolf @whiplaaaaaaaaash @top-secret-stuff @makaylaisoncrack @simp-124 @idk-callmewhatever

You entered through the doors of the Grab N Go with a self-confident smile attached to your face. You felt a huge new sense of brave confidence when walking in with your newfound knowledge thanks to Vance’s big mouth last night. You witnessed with your own two eyes how easily you could fluster him, he could barely hand you your drink without his face going close to beet red.

The more you thought about it last night at the sleepover, the more you started to realize how attractive Vance actually was. You spent so long focusing on staying out of his way that you never stopped to notice how much you were genuinely fond of the guy. Well, most of the time…

8th grade, 13 year old, you sat at your two person table in English class. You organized all your supplies on the surface with your desired pen, pencil and eraser to the right side and on the left side was the book you were studying in class. You smiled in accomplishment at your neatness until your gaze moved to the right.

You stared at the small line carving in the middle of the table that Vance had made a couple days ago to make sure you stayed on “your side” of the table. You held in your gasp as you noticed your pencil was crossing the line. You quickly moved it over. Someone, who was not Vance, slumped into the chair beside you and plopped his book onto the table with a tired sigh.

You nervously glanced at him. What on earth was he thinking? Vance sat in that seat every single day and you knew he would not take kindly to someone sitting in that chair he seems to love so much. You shyly kept your mouth shut since before you could even warn the poor but foolish boy, Vance walked into the classroom, no bookbag as usual.

You swore Vance’s eyes went red the second he looked at his chair being occupied. You missed his glance at you before he gripped his jaw and stomped over to your table. He wasted no time in grabbing a fistfulll of the boy’s sleeve, forcing him to stand up. “The fuck you think you’re doing in my seat, you piece of shit?” Vance growled rabidly at the trembling boy who could only stutter out unclear apologies. Vance shoved the boy harshly away, taking a seat as the boy scrambled to the other side of the room.

You kept your gaze glued to the table, the little hairs on your arms threatening to stand as nervousness grew within you. “Thanks for saving my seat you little bitch.” Vance said sarcastically. “Sorry, you got here before I could say anything.” You felt a sudden rush of courage take the wheel. “You don’t have to sit here, though.” You said while looking over to him with a look of wonder.

Vance glared but he appeared to be nervous about your question. “Sh-shut up. At least I don’t dress like a clown.” He shot back defensively, looking away from you as your jaw dropped from the insult to your clothing.

As your teacher stretched out the difference between a verb and an adverb after half your class messed up on it, you felt eyes burning into the side of your head and in your peripheral vision you saw Vance with his head turned over to you. You hesitantly looked over to him and once your eyes met he blinked in surprise. His eyes darted to multiple places before he looked over to the clock. “I can’t see the clock. Your big ass airhead is in the way.” He said as he used his hand to push your face back to look at the clock.

You hid your annoyance of him manhandling you and you hid your annoyance of knowing there was no possible way you were blocking the clock.

You were never raised to hide your feelings. In your family, honesty was always the best policy, even when people didn't ask for it, nor accept it. And in your most humble opinion, adoration was a beautiful emotion, one that should be expressed freely. It ought to make the receiver feel valuable and appreciated. And by Vance’s reactions to your attention, you expected he didn’t get flirted with often… or at all.

You really did want to go out with the guy to get to know him better, but he had walls of steel with spikes. He was very defensive and protective of himself so you assumed he wouldn’t agree to a date so easily. So you thought that the only way to get through his walls was to make ‘em melt.

So as you smiled over noticing Vance at his pinball machine, you began to waltz your way over there. Vance had a friend beside him, eating a small bag of chips as he watched him play, who looked over to see you walking toward them. He began nudging at Vance’s arm, whispering his name but Vance only angrily shoved him off.

You finally approached Vance from behind, moving to his left side where his friend wasn’t. “You’re about to beat your own score.” You said with a smile as you looked up at the rising numbers on the machine. Vance physically tensed over your voice, thrashing his head to the side to look at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. He kept glancing from you to the machine before hissing out, “N-No one asked you!”

Your smile grew flirtatious as you stepped teasingly closer to him, watching him nervously glance over to you multiple times as you made your biceps touch. The contact seemed to distract him too much as his fingers missed the button and the tiny metal ball fell to the bottom. His hands flew up in shock and looked over to you, like he was going to muder you where you stood. For some reason, you didn’t feel as scared as you normally would like yesterday.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to throw you off.” You said looking up at him with big, doe eyes. He pursed his lips together in frustration and avoided eye contact. You smiled flirtatiously and snaked your arms around his toned one, feeling his muscles freeze in your touch. “How about I buy you a slurpee to make up for it?” You said, batting your eyelashes.

Vance’s friend glanced between the two of you, holding back an amused smile. He always teased Vance about his humongous crush on you and always received Vance’s denying and defensive wrath, so he was quite enjoying how Vance looked almost terrified of how close you were to him. “Then I guess I’ll see you later, Vance.” He said before he turned on his heels as Vance gave him eyes that basically begged him to not leave him alone with you.

“So,” you snapped Vance’s attention back to you, “how ‘bout that slurpee?” He clenched his fists, cheeks burning red as he kept his head turned away from you, not having the willpower to look you in the eyes. His body temperature was rising so he eventually thrashed his arm from your grip. “I don’t need your charity, you goddamn dick!” He spat and pushed your shoulder away from him.

You giggled, regaining your footing quickly. “Alright, Mr. Pussycat.” You teased. Vance almost felt like he was going to faint from the name spoken with your foxy tone. He glared at you. “If I’m a cat then you’re a clown fish!”

Your eyebrows lifted up in surprise. “A clown fish?” You said to yourself, secretly pondering if you actually did resemble one. Like do you actually dress like a clown or was Vance just thinking at the top of his head when he first insulted you with that title? You shook off that thought when Vance stuttered out, “G-go away!” Then he was the one to quickly march out of the Grab N Go to catch up to his friend.

‘He’ll come around.' You told yourself with a confident smile, wiggling with excitement as more ideas sprouted in your head of how to fluster him even more.

You sat on the stool at the high table as you slurped on your after school slurpee. Your eyes were fixated on the wall menu as you sucked on your straw, seeing what other items they had you could try another day. As you absentmindedly read, the stool next to yours became occupied. You could see the head of blonde curls from your peripheral vision and a small smile instantly hopped onto your face.

You turned your head to see Vance tightly crossing his arms, looking like he was waiting for something. He felt your stare so he shifted to a glare towards you, “Are you gonna buy me that slurpee you promised or not?” He snapped like you could read his mind. You flinched and hurriedly called the cashier over. The cashier ran over, quickly over noticing the infamous Pinball Vance. She looked between the two of you and looked at Vance telling him to order as you got out your wallet. “Cherry.” He grudgingly said, as if he was embarrassed over his order or something.

You paid the cashier and she was on her way to bring the slurpee. You left your hand where you left it on the counter from placing the money and Vance eyed it as you took another sip of your slurpee. He eyed it down as his pupils kept darting from it to your face. Your hand looked so soft, and delicate. He wondered what it would feel like in his own.

He subconsciously inched his hand closer to yours until his fingers crept over yours. The contact surprised you as you looked down to see Vance touching your hand. ‘Is he trying to… hold my hand?’ You thought with pleasant surprise before looking up and over at him with your lips lifting in a small smile.

It was as if Vance had slammed that open door right in your face as he instantly snapped out of it from your smoldering eye contact and defensively put his guard back up. The color of his cheeks exploded into red hues. “Don’t look at me like that, you clown cunt!” He yelled, embarrassed, before he shoved you causing you and your stool to fall to the ground.

You and two of your friends were taking a walk around the park as you talked about how you finally got the chance to see the movie ‘Dog Day Afternoon’. Your friend was explaining to the two of you how the real Sonny and Sal watched ‘The Godfather’ before they robbed the bank until you caught sight of Vance sitting at a picnic table with some of his friends. You interrupted your friend telling them you’d be right back as you quietly ran over to the table where Vance’s back was facing you.

You crept up from behind Vance, his friends noticing and giving you eyes that told you to not sneak up on- You covered Vance’s eyes from behind. “Guess who-” Vance’s elbow flew out to roughly jab you right in the stomach. It was his reflex from being startled.

Your hands flew to wrap around your stomach as the wind was knocked out of you. “Cr-AP!” You wheezed out as Vance turned over his shoulder to look at you with pleasant surprise before putting his guard back up once more. “Oh great, it’s my idiot of a stalker.” He grumbled as he pressed his lips against his knuckles.

One of Vance’s friends raised a confused brow, you never approached Vance on your own. “Wait, are you guys dating now?” He asked, motioning between the two of you. You brightly smiled, ignoring all the pain in your stomach, and rested your elbow on Vance’s shoulder. “'Course we are! Right, Vance?” It was all in jest, as he had never agreed to be romantically involved with you, but you couldn't help but enjoy his flustered reactions, especially since you were the only one who could cause them.

“Fuck off, you twat!” Vance exclaimed, roughly shrugging your elbow off while his ears burned. “Aw, Vance, are you blushing~?” One of Vance’s friends teased with a back snicker, resting his chin on his fist. “No I'm fucking not!” Vance yelled, slamming his fists on the table like a temperamental child. “It’s just hot out here!”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, peeking over his shoulder. “It’s cute when you blush.” You complimented honestly as his face grew redder yet his expression softened up. You smiled and leaned closer to his cheek with puckered lips.

Vance saw this and went into instant fight or flight as he let out a sound similar to a stunned yelp. Rather than enduring a tiny bit of PDA he would secretly die for, he shoved your face away roughly with his cheeks as red as tomatoes. “Quit breathing down my neck you dumb whore!” He nearly screamed.

“But I like the smell of your hair.” You said with a soft smile, slightly regretting your words in worries of them being too weird. However, the compliment still successfully flustered Vance as he shakingly looked away, face burning hot, before growling to moving up to his feet. He roughly turned you by your shoulders to kick you away with a kick to the butt. “Get lost, clown cunt!!” He barked as you held in your amused laughter.

You were utterly addicted to Vance’s sweet blushes. And Vance could not get used to your unexpected compliments, no matter how often you fired them. It was just so amusing and cute to see how red the blush on his face got from the sudden abruptness of your adoration and how his body would physically cower away from your touch. He was like a hermit crab. But then he’d turn into a snapping turtle that would try to bite you for getting too close.

His go-to for getting flustered from your flirty advances was always anger, which was kind of cute half the time since he was like an angry kitten with those blushy cheeks and stuttering voice. Simply just saying “hi’ flusters him enough to try to punch you in the face. And one time while you watched him play pinball, you jokingly made a comment about you two getting married. He angrily chased you around town all afternoon.

It was entertaining though because as soon as you would stop giving him attention, he kind of started to act really soft and nervous to talk with you but as soon as he got that attention again, he’d go right back to being harsh. But now, Vance knew he had to let his pride down for a little bit as his eyes kept glancing out the Grab n Go window to where you stood while he played his pinball.

He had previously stomped on your foot and called you “a fucking trainwreck of a person” after you said that you really liked his clothing style. But that was all after you caught his smile when he did a cool trick with the pinball that he finally succeeded in doing. You stared at his unaware grin before you told him he had a very nice smile. The poor boy got so embarrassed that he purposely dropped his smile and moodily jerked his head so that his big hair would shield his mouth from you. He belligerently told you to hit the road but you told him you’d just wait for him outside in a slightly disappointed tone.

And that’s exactly what you did as you sat at the bench outside the Grab n Go, lost in your thoughts. After two and a half months, you were getting nowhere with him and receiving nothing but closed doors. Although your back and forth of teasing and defense was still amusing and entertaining, you wished the two of you would get along quicker. You hoped he would finally let his guard down and just let his blush sink after accepting your affectionate praises and flirty phrases. You wondered if this would all be worth it in the end or if you were just wasting your time.

Vance couldn’t stop nervously glancing at you through the window. Why hadn’t you stood your ground like you usually did? Why didn’t you stay to continue teasing him? Did he go too far this time? Had you finally taken enough of his defensive insults? Did you just give up on him?

He became so stressed that he had messed up on his coordination and lost his game. He annoyedly groaned and pounded an aggravated hand on the machine. Why was he so bothered with you halting your flirty budges? He had constantly pushed you away and shut down any reference you gave for engaging in a romantic relationship with each other.

But you just flustered him so much, you made him feel weak; so weak, too weak. You always have, ever since his crush on you first blossomed in middle school. But he was always so defensive with himself anytime you’d try to friendlily interact with him. He just hated how you made his insides feel like mush and all warm. He could barely form coherent sentences with you! He really couldn’t handle you.

As much as he pushed you away in fear of growing weaker, he always came back to you like he couldn’t get enough. Because behind all of his spiked walls he used as defense, he still craved and fantasized of that relationship with you.

But now you sounded so disheartened when you left his side. Was he losing your interest? Was he losing his chance with you? The chance he always dreamed of you as he stared at your hypnotic features in class. The chance he attempted when he bought you the drink you tried to buy before dropping it?

He knew he was losing that chance. And he was not going to waste it. So he let his pride down and left the Grab n Go to meet you where you sat. You looked up at him with curious eyes that were much too intense for him to keep eye contact with as his pupils looked to the side. He shoved his growing sweaty hands in his back pockets as he leaned on one hip. “Hey… um… I was-um-fuck..” His tongue felt fat as warmth began to sting the skin on his cheeks once again.

“Yeah?” You coaxed with a patient look. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Are you… doing anything later today?” He asked while his stare was still hooked to the ground. A smile birthed from the unexpected question on your face, your teeth showing. “Why do you want to know?” He grudgingly shrugged like a child. You exhaled a lighthearted laugh. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Vance’s eyes flung wide open as he whipped his head to finally glare at you, angrily offended by how you asked him the exact thing he was referring to. “Fucking clown cunt! I do not like you like that!” You completely ignored his embarrassed tantrum, too focused on how he finally softened up enough to make a move back. “Well, what do you want to do?” You asked.

“Why the hell would I know?! This is all your fantasy you're forcing on me!” He growled, making you slightly tilt your head that he was trying to twist the situation around to make it sound like you were asking him out. ‘You asked me, though?’ “We could go mini golfing?” You suggested only for him to roll his eyes as he crossed his arms. “That’s fucking stupid.”

“We could go to the park?”

“Too damn boring, that means I have to listen to you run that loud mouth of yours for way too long.”

“We could go to the arcade?”

“And do what? Prove how bad you suck at every game you play?”

“We could go to the roller rink?”

“And have you embarrass me by falling on your clown face?”

“We can just get dinner?”

“Yeah right, you wouldn’t even know how much money to bring.”

You sighed in annoyance at how picky he was. “Then what about the movies?” His eyes lit up in a way that directly told you he liked the idea but returned to his streak of shut downs. “So you can get popcorn crumbs all over me? Literal hell.” You stood up and got in his flushed face. “Oh my god, let’s just do the movies! I know you’ve been wanting to see Mad Max.”

The fact that you knew his interest in the new film nearly rendered him unglued. But he kept his grumpy composure. “Ugh, fine, you cunt! If you’re gonna hump my leg about it! But just so you know I am not going to enjoy this!”

You smiled as he finally gave in. You stared at his face as he looked to the side once again, his cheek looking very inviting. You took a quick step closer and leaned up to plant a sweet peck on his cheek that momentarily warmed your lips up.

His features flinched and he looked down at you with a forced glare. But Vance secretly was exploding inside from happiness that he finally acted on the chance you gave him and that letting his pride down was so fucking worth it.

#reader insert #vance hopper imagine #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone imagine #the black phone x reader #the black phone

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datcloudboi · 4 months

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List of Video Games Turning 10 Years Old in 2024

Alien: Isolation

Assassin's Creed: Rogue (the one where you play as an Assassin turned Templar.)

Assassin's Creed: Unity (the one set during the French Revolution.)

Atelier Escha & Logy: Alchemists of the Dusk Sky

Azure Striker Gunvolt

The Banner Saga

Bayonetta 2

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

BioShock Infinite: Burial at Sea (the DLC where you go back to Rapture)

A Bird Story (a sort of spin-off of "To the Moon")

BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma

Borderlands: The Pre-Sequel! (is this a sequel to 1 or a prequel to 1? I forgor)

Bravely Default (in North America)

Broken Sword 5: The Serpent's Curse

Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare (the one with K*vin Sp*cey)

Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker

Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2 (to date, the last new Castlevania game to release)

Child of Light

The Crew (going offline at the end of March)

D4: Dark Dreams Don't Die (a wonderfully strange game from the guy that made Deadly Premonition)

Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc (in North America)

Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (in North America)

Dark Souls II

Deception IV: Blood Ties

Demon Gaze

Diablo III: Reaper of Souls

Disney Infinity 2.0

Divinity: Original Sin (from the team that would go on to make Baldur's Gate 3)

Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze

Dragon Age: Inquisition (the winner of GOTY at the very first TGAs)

Drakengard 3

Earth Defense Force 2025 (EDF! EDF! EDF!)

The Evil Within (from the creative director of Resident Evil)

Fable Anniversary

Fairy Fencer F

Far Cry 4

Freedom Planet

Guilty Gear Xrd Sign

Hyrule Warriors

Inazuma Eleven (in North America. And digital only.)

Infamous: Second Son (as well as its expansion, First Light)

Kirby: Triple Deluxe

The Last of Us Remastered (just one year after the original version came out...)

The Legend of Korra (the game from PlatinumGames that you can't buy anymore)

Lego Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Lego The Hobbit

The Lego Movie Videogame

Lethal League (from the team that would go on to make Bomb Rush Cyberfunk)

Lightning Returns: Final Fantasy XIII (the third and final chapter of the Final Fantasy XIII trilogy)

Lisa: The Painful (yes, really)

LittleBigPlanet 3

Lords of the Fallen (not to be confused with Lords of the Fallen, which came out in 2023)

Mario Golf: World Tour

Mario Kart 8 (the original version)

Metal Gear Solid: Ground Zeroes (the prologue to Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain, which came out 18 months later)

Middle-Earth: Shadow of Mordor

Might & Magic X: Legacy

Murdered: Soul Suspect (it's like Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective, but not as good)

Natural Doctrine

Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty! (a from the ground up remake of the first Oddworld game from 1997)

Pac-Man and the Ghostly Adventures 2 (yes, it got a sequel. I don't know how or why.)

Persona 4 Arena Ultimax

Persona Q: Shadow of the Labyrinth

Pokemon Omega Ruby & Pokemon Alpha Sapphire

Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy (the last time that Professor Layton himself was the protagonist. At least, until the New World of Steam comes out)

Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Pushmo World

Risen 3: Titan Lords

Sacred 3

Samurai Warriors 4

Shadowrun: Dragonfall

Shantae and the Pirate's Curse (the 3rd one)

Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments

Shovel Knight (yes, really)

Skylanders: Trap Team (the 4th one)

Sniper Elite III

Sonic Boom: Rise of Lyric

Sonic Boom: Shattered Crystal

South Park: The Stick of Truth

Steins;Gate (in North America)

Strider (the one from Double Helix)

Sunset Overdrive

Super Smash Bros. for Wii U and Nintendo 3DS (or Smash 4 for short)

Tales of Xillia 2

Tales of Hearts R

The Talos Principle

Theatrhythm Final Fantasy: Curtain Call

Thief (the reboot)

This War of Mine

Toukiden: The Age of Demons

Transformers: Rise of the Dark Spark (this game merged the storyline of the War for/Fall of Cybertron games with the storyline of the Michael Bay movies. I’m not joking)

Transistor

Valiant Hearts: The Great War

The Vanishing of Ethan Carter

The Walking Dead: Season Two

Wasteland 2

Watch Dogs

The Witch and the Hundred Knight

The Wolf Among Us (sequel this year!)

Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yaiba: Ninja Gaiden Z

Yoshi's New Island

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