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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months

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Pets

Hardersson x Child Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Rocky the Rock

"Morsa," You say one random day off," Why does Sam have Helen?"

Magda looks up from where she's working on her laptop. You're sitting by the coffee table on the floor, cross-legged as you make your farmyard animals enact something that really reminds Magda of the book Animal Farm which is a little disconcerting but she's trying really hard not to focus on.

"Huh? Helen the cat?"

You nod.

"Well, Sam's got Helen for companionship. Helen's her pet cat."

That makes you frown a little bit. "Why?"

Magda shrugs. "Some people want a pet to keep them company. Some people have cats like Sam, some people have dogs or hamsters or other little things."

You go silent for a moment, you head bobbing up and down in a nod. "Okay," You say," Can I go play outside now, Morsa?"

Magda leans back in her chair to look out the window. It was meant to rain later on today and she didn't want you to get a cold but, thankfully, the sky is clear.

"Do you want someone to kick a ball at you?" Magda asks as she helps you slip on your coat.

"No thank you, Morsa," You say, practically vibrating to be let out," Just going to play."

"Okay. If you get hurt, yell and I'll come out, alright?"

"Okay!"

Magda types away at her laptop for a while as you play in the garden. Every so often, she drags her eyes up to check on you but you're just poking around in the gravel.

When Pernille comes home, you're still there and Magda is still typing.

"Where's Princesse?" Pernille asks before she drops down to steal a kiss.

"She's outside," Magda replies," Hey, Pernille, what does it mean when a kid starts asking about pets?"

"What?"

"Well, she was asking about why Sam has her cat. I said it was for companionship."

"Magda," Pernille says fondly," I love you so much sometimes."

"Sometimes? Not always?"

"You know what I mean. You're so oblivious sometimes."

Magda frowns. "Huh?"

"She's planting the seed in your mind," Pernille explains," So when she asks about getting her own pet then it's not out of nowhere."

"But we can't get a pet!" Magda says," We're moving soon!"

Pernille laughs. "She's probably angling for one when we go back to Germany. She's very smart."

"It's sneaky! Oh my god, are we going to have to start buying pet food?! And vet bills! I don't think there's a good vet near our new place and-"

Magda's mouth snaps closed as Pernille rests her hands on her shoulders. She's giving Magda a pointed look tinged with amusement.

"Magda," She says," Calm down. We're not getting her a pet."

"Oh." Magda blows out all her air. "We're not?"

"No. We'll be much too busy and Princesse's still very little. A pet would just add stress onto everything."

"But she wants one."

"And I want a three course meal and for Sam's whole existence to stop being a threat to Princesse's wellbeing but I'm not getting any of that anytime soon."

Magda laughs. Her hand reaches for Pernille's hip, dragging her closer until she's comfortably sitting on Magda's lap. "I can make you the meal. I'm not too sure I can help with Sam though. I can wrap Princesse up in bubble wrap though."

Pernille smiles. "You're so sweet, Magda." She cards her fingers through Magda's hair, leaning forward to steal a kiss like she did earlier. "You're such a good mother."

Magda rarely gets embarrassed about these things but with Pernille's weight in her lap and you playing in the garden, there are no interruptions. Her face flushes red at the compliments.

"The perfect mother for our little girl," Pernille continues, littering kisses all over Magda's face," You and her are so alike."

"I think she's more like you," Magda can scarcely gets the words out as Pernille bites at her earlobe.

"That's only because you're so oblivious. You and Princesse are more similar than you think."

"Well-"

"Momma! You're home!"

Pernille looks over Magda's shoulder to see you. Your hands are covered in dirt like you've been digging around in the flowerbeds again and you're pulling off your shoes, throwing them onto the floor.

"You look like you've been having fun," Pernille laughs," You're all dirty."

"Only a little," You say, wiping a hand on the front of your shirt," Where's my googly eyes?"

Magda frowns. She'd been preparing herself for you to ask about a pet, not about your arts and crafts supplies. "Er...Should be in the toy box."

"Thank you!"

You run off without even giving Pernille a hug, though she's secretly grateful for that because your hands look to be caked in dirt.

Magda sighs. "Is she going to start sticking those eyes on her shoes again?"

"I hope not. She nearly had a breakdown when they fell off last time."

Neither of them get an explanation about what you're doing with your googly eyes until way after dinner when you stand in front of them sitting on the sofa.

Magda takes a deep breath.

This is it.

It's time to completely break your heart.

"Sam has Helen as her pet," You begin," Morsa says Helen's for companionship."

"Pets are a lot of work," Magda says quickly, wanting the soften the blow," They take a lot of care."

You frown, your crinkle appearing between your brows. "Even the little things?"

"Even them," Pernille says solemnly," The little ones a very complicated. You have to feed them and clean out their cages."

You nod along before," That's okay. I've got one that doesn't need feeding."

That alarms Magda and she remembers how you were poking around in the garden all day. She wonders if you've managed to dig up a mouse or something from the dirt.

Pernille also looks suitably alarmed and her eyes immediately dart to where your hands are hiding behind your back.

"Princesse," She says slowly," Have you brought something into the house that you shouldn't have?"

You shake your head. "He is my pet," You say.

"Princesse-" Magda begins before her mouth hangs open in shock.

"His name is Rocky," You say proudly as you hold up a little granite rock from behind your back. You've stuck a set of three googly eyes on it. "And he is my pet."

"That's a rock," Magda says.

"Yes. Rocky the rock. My pet."

"Pernille, that's a rock."

"I can see that, Magda."

"I found him all by myself," You boast, puffing out your chest," I saved him from the cold and gave him eyes so he can see. He's my pet and he's going to sleep in my bed with me."

Magda can do nothing but stare with an open mouth as you show off your new rock.

"Pernille," Magda manages to whisper as you fawn and coo over your new rock," She dug up a rock."

"Yes, she did."

"She wants to sleep in bed with it."

"Yes, she does."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso #The Big Adventures Universe

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twistedwonderworm · 10 months

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Rainy Day (TWST FLUFF)

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x GN!reader

Warnings: N/A

Word count: 426

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The rain tapped on the windows like impatient fingers. Y/N was a little sad that they couldn't have the picnic that they had been planning with Lilia for a week, but maybe they could have one on a later date. They were in Lilia's room with the picnic basket they packed sitting on their lap. The fae didn't seem to mind the rain as he rummaged through a box.

"I know you're sad that we can't go outside and have a picnic today, dear, but that doesn't mean our date will be ruined!" Lilia looked excited and desperate to cheer his beloved up. "I mean we can have our picnic here in my room. We can even play video games and cuddle if you want!"

Y/N thought for a moment before smiling and nodding, "That sounds wonderful, love." Lilia smiles back, and together the lovers set up for their indoors picnic by spreading the picnic blanket across Lilia's floor. After it was perfect, they sat down to eat the quick but filling lunch Y/N had made for them. The two made small talk as they ate, and after eating, they cleaned up before setting up the game system.

Y/N sat between Lilia's legs, their back against the fae's chest as they both waited for the system to boot up, "I'm so glad that I get to be with you right now." The human said softly. "I was afraid the weather would ruin our date."

Lilia chuckled softly, planting a sweet kiss to Y/N's head, "You don't have to worry about that, darling. Nothing could possibly ruin any time I get to spend with you. I'll always have backup plans if anything goes wrong."

"I never knew a fae would do that much for a measly little human," Y/N teased their boyfriend, turning back to the TV as the game started up. They felt Lilia's arms wrap around their waist, holding his controller. Though they were aware of how his arms tightened around them.

"Most might not due to the animosity between our people," The Diasomnia student's voice was soft, "But I'm different. You're so special to me so there's nothing I wouldn't do to keep you happy and by my side." He pressed another kiss to their head. Y/N smiled and the two started bringing up happier topics as they played, like Lilia's story about his latest culinary disaster. Y/N didn't care of faes and humans didn't get along. As long as they had Lilia, they'd be happy.

#fluffy worm #twst fluff #twisted wonderland #twst fanfic #twst x gn reader #twst x gender neutral reader #lilia twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader

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miasmaghoul · 6 months

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*hands you a comically small microphone 🎤*

miasma, which one of the ghoulettes do you think has a piss kink?

*stands here patiently waiting*

I think they will all play in that space from time to time, but that could just be my overactive pissboy brain.

All flavors of piss girl thots below the cut!

(Please note I am wicked high and this is probably A Lot lmao)

Cirrus does it only on rare occasions, if someone needs to be treated with special cruelty. To be debased and degraded. It doesn't happen often, but every now and again Aether will come to her with a certain look in his eye. Will kneel at her feet with his head bowed and ask for it with soft, distant words. She indulges him every time; the sound Aether makes when she soaks him from the neck down is simply exquisite.

Cumulus is into holding. Likes to chug a huge bottle of water and then work on a craft project, or open a long book. She sets goals for herself once pressure starts to build low in her belly - 20 more stitches, one more row, ten more pages, and then she'll reassess. See if she can keep holding it. She can, of course, but she squirms. More and more as the minutes tick by. She's full after three hours, wriggling by four and absolutely aching by the time the fifth hour passes. So much pressure she can hardly stand it - she really, really has to go...but, well, she hasn't met her goal yet! And Cumulus is anything but a quitter. She clenches her thighs, breathes deep, and tries not to think about how far away her bathroom is.

Sunshine is the biggest pissboy amongst the girls, i think. She likes when Mountain will let her whip it out in the greenhouse so she can water the plants. Sometimes she even waters him, while Mountain tugs at himself and thanks her profusely. But she also adores having someone soak her - loves when someone lets go while they bounce on her cock, loves to be made a mess every now and again. She's also super into wetting, happy to drench her uniform while she sits in Copia's lap and sucks his gloved fingers until he cums in his pants about it.

Mist, when she indulges, likes desperation. She wants her victim partner in beautiful agony, wants them so full they can't help but shiver and leak. She absolutely used her magick to her advantage, drawing fluid into already straining bladders until they're fit to burst. Likes them to beg and plead and tremble like frightened kittens until they simply can't hold back any longer. If her partner has a cock, she takes special joy in forcing them hard and telling them to hold it. Keep it in so she can make them feel good even in their misery. So far, no one has been able to cum before they make a mess.

Aurora thinks of it less like a kink and more like a game. She like to see how full she can get, likes to see the way her bladder bulges out between her hips. Sometimes Cumulus will join her, but Aurora doesn't take things as far as Lus like to. She prefers to hold it as long as she can, and then sneak outside to find a place to let go. Somewhere she can hear people milling around, with extra points gained if she can see them too. Her favorite spot is a portion of the roof overlooking the rose gardens - she'll sit on the wide stone rail edging it and spread herself open, groaning as it arcs out of her and rains down onto the grass below. One time the stream managed to catch the sun just right, and Aurora joyfully told everyone at dinner that night that she could piss rainbows.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #the band ghost headcanons #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mist ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cw piss #piss kink #god im such a pissboy :(

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sphylor · 6 months

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if you want to talk about pcos dew use this as a reason because im very in love with the idea

(this is all based on my own experiences with pcos and follows tried and true methods of helping things feel a little less shitty. also god i wish i had a Rain and Mountain ghoul to do these things for me hdsbjdf)

okay so Mountain and Rain look after Dew the most whenever his pcos is causing issues. Mountain keeps his raspberry plants growing all year round just so they can make tea from the leaves to help with Dew's cramps. they'll both encourage him to sit up from where he's been led in his bed, curled up around his middle with his hands pressed onto his abdomen like heat pads. Mountain will lay him up against his chest and replace Dew's hands with his own. they're warm like stones left out in the sun all day and that combined with gentle massages means they help ease the pain a little. Rain passes him his tea and feeds him the iron rich meals that they both prepared for him. the tea doesn't have any real flavour itself but its loaded with honey from Mountain's bees and Dew loves it.

they encourage him to go on walks when he can manage it, even if it is just a few laps around his room or down the corridor to the ghoul den and back. they let him lean on them whenever he needs to. when his cramps are so bad that he can't move about too much Mountain will carry him around and take him outside for fresh air. Normally Dew's in too much pain to actually pay attention to what Mountain's saying about each of the plants but the sound of his voice and steady heartbeat against his ear help distract him from the pain somewhat.

when Dew needs help getting cleaned up Mountain will change any sheets and put any clothes and other soiled stuff in the wash while Rain helps Dew clean up. sometimes all he can manage/needs is a quick shower where he'll lean up against Rain with his eyes closed and let the water ghoul do the work. other times baths are better especially on the more painful days. they'll sit in the tub together and again Dew will let Rain do all the work while he rests. the warm water soothes his pain and the steam helps if he has a migraine.

when they all lay down to sleep together in Mountain's big bed, Mountain will emit lavender and chamomile scents to help Dew sleep through the discomfort and pain. if he cant get to sleep even with that, though, Rain stays awake with him for as long as he needs (Mountain can't help falling asleep as the sun goes down bur Rain is always staying up late anyway). they talk or watch films or tv shows on Mountain's laptop and Rain does everything he can to help distract Dew from the pain and discomfort for long enough so that he can fall asleep. Dew really appreciates his company. he appreciated both of their efforts so so much. and how the rest of the pack helps too! but Rain and Mountain genuinely do not leave his side the whole time.

(aaa i also have some nsfw thoughts on the matter but maybe those are for another post ;3)

#super rambly stuff because im eepy and headache but themmmmmm #terrarium boys #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #pcos is a fucking bitch i hate my wretched organs soooooo much #so naturally i just had to project that onto Dew and then make him be cared for and loved #anon ask

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silastreeguy · 10 months

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Today's date: Saturday, 29th of July, 2023

Dear Diary,

I have found myself on a website called Tumblr— I can't imagine it has anything to do with gymnastics— though I'm told you can find just about anything on here. (Including gymnastics, if you so please)

I had a wonderful break-fast, though it was lunch time, of rice and chicken, corn, and bread sticks! I love bread sticks, but I don't like garlic. I know garlic bread is popular, and I have nothing against it— just the smell and the oily taste is very bad in my mouth. But I love bread all the same. And I do love almond butter toast!

Here's a question. Why is is called garlic bread if it's toasted, and why is it weird to call it garlic toast?

Back to my more planned thoughts.

I am going to instill my thoughts and feelings onto this website and talk about the things that interest me. Including but not limited to: History , the 80s, and Frogs™.

I recall a rainy night in November, similar to the summer storms we've had recently, but the previous summer of that year much cooler— still hot, mind you— but not nearly so.

Anyways, I remember when I was younger, I was absolutely not dressed for the weather, but I didn't care because catching frogs was much more important than that. Besides, I knew I'd be taking a bath that evening anyways, so get as dirty as possible now, cleanse later. Frogs now.

So anyways my friend Jonah had me fetch a pail so we could hold more frogs than our grubby little teenaged hands could carry...

...

I remember Jonah dearly.

I think...

I think I might have liked him, as well as cared for him. But that was a long time ago.

I'm sure he's happy wherever he is, chasing and catching frogs...

...

He grew to be quite the chap to go to for anything related to swamps, bogs, marshes, glades— all of which he insisted were Very Different Things™— I believe him of course, I just wouldn't be able to see the difference even if it had hit me with a brick till I wore it as a hat.

It wasn't just the environments, but the plants and animals too.

He told to "make sure to get a fitted lid, lest they leap about, I must look at them closely!" I of course obliged. I knew just as much about frogs, that they were particularly squirmy and very beautiful. I have always love their different colours and the shapes of their spots, patterns— I mustn't go on too much. They're just little guys though :)

Jonah studied plants, animals, even from a young age. And he was always very clever.

"We must study the natural world around us to grow into well-rounded, proper adults!" I would have never been clever enough to think of something like that, even as I grew up into a proper adult years later, to save our hides for leaving chores half-finished for frogs. I often wrote down the little things he said that stuck with me so I wouldn't forget them. I don't want to leave behind an improper image of him. Or remember him incorrectly myself.

He spent just about from noon to supper outside in the muck. My mother didn't approve, Jonah's mother did. And occasionally, I could have sworn she would give my mother a very good, nasty, side-eye. This cheered me greatly.

I could only spent half that time outside before my mother drags me in by the ear and forces me into the bath. Jokes on her. I love swimming! But that evening, long after supper had ended and mother was asleep. I had said my prayers and pretend to sleep until she slept.

I snuck out to enjoy the rain from under the awning. Only to have Jonah sit beside me with a frog in his hand, we named him Reginald's pants. He had a colouration that looked like he had fancy pants! We watched the rain, and talked for 2 hours. I slept very well that evening.

He and I were both very much into books, and I still am. He prefered encyclopedias and Atlases and I preferred novels. Though my mother thought I spent far too much time with my nose in a book and should have concerned my self with real things.

But where does fiction come from, mother? Real Things

And what was real, and is still very much true is that I like frogs and and leg warmers and Jonah

...

Sincerely,

Silas

#diary #frog #food #tw food #tw food mention #tw frog

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justsasuke · 2 years

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It's Juugo's birthday so here are some random and soft Juugo headcanons that live in my head. (read with JuuSasu undertones because that's how I wrote them mwahah)

Juugo loves animals, and in one universe adopted a small Shiba inu from the streets after it followed him home in the rain (he named it Pon and it loves Sasuke the most besides Juugo)

He speaks at least 2 languages and is trying to learn a third because he values communicating with people

He also loves house plants and will speak softly to the dog and his plants as he takes care of them (maybe even in whatever language he's trying to learn at the time)

On cold evenings he likes sit on the couch with a mug of hot tea on hand and read

His favorite tea is chamomile

His favorite type of books are biographies (boring, according to Suigetsu who probably also reads biographies but of different people) or historical fiction (which Sasuke will sometimes steal and skim through just to find out what Juugo is reading)

His love language is words of affirmation or gift giving (I can't decide which one)

That being said he's really cuddly during naps/sleep time and likes to hold hands

He is definitely a morning person and likes taking walks when it's not quite bright outside and there are not many other people on the streets

He pays a lot of attention to other people's needs and will be the first to offer a helping hand to the grandma down the street.

He's a great listener, and will listen to any of his friends' complaints without passing judgement or giving unsolicited advice (except to his closest friends or to Sasuke where he will give his opinion even if they may hate it at first.)

He boxes for exercise and to unwind after a stressful week

There is one AU where he's a chef in a small, fancy restaurant

I have this one AU idea where he's a layout designer/editor for a high end fashion magazine (Karin is a PR person in the same company and Suigetsu is a videographer. Sasuke is a photographer but works for a sub contracted company so he's only there sometimes...yes I realize this sounds like the setup of a workplace romance AU which...)

He loves camping and soaking in nature, and has a van that he got from a relative and renovated to be a camping car. He'll take his friends out to camp and they'll spend cool autumn nights around a campfire staring at the stars. (this is one of the rare times Sasuke will actually sit in Juugo's lap of his own volition--he usually sits next to him and drapes his legs over Juugo's--because "it's cold")

ok I gotta go now but there may be a part 2 or something vaguely related coming soon because I did not realize I had this much to write haha.

see you around and also Happy Birthday Juugo.

#I just love him so much #you have no idea #Juugo #Team Taka #Naruto #JuuSasu #(kinda)#SasuJuu #but vague #Team Taka Headcanons #Juugo headcanons #Jugo

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gracenike · 9 days

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Enjoy the Little Things

People always say to not worry about the little things in life - they're all wrong.

Yes, the big things are nice, but they only come once in a while.

The little things are often, and then always soon forgotten.

They are born with a whisper, live with a flutter, and are gone with the wind,

But that's the beautiful thing about them.

Go out in the world and watch and look and listen.

Stand on the street, there on the corner.

There are the little things.

Take a walk, out in the woods.

There are the little things.

Go on a walk, to a store, to your kitchen.

There. There are the little things.

A flower in a crack in the sidewalk, a leaf that crunches underfoot.

A view of the sky, a perfect apple, the way the pans are arranged.

Someone enjoying a walk, someone working on a goal.

A child onward to their first grand adventure, someone trying to decipher the handwritten ingredients on the recipe from mom, the smell of something cooking and knowing you did it right.

These are the little things.

Enjoy the little things in life.

But also worry about the little things.

Is there enough sugar in my tea?

Does my chair have the right light?

When did I last eat some strawberries?

Did I water my plants tonight?

Where did I put that comfy sweater?

Is my desk at the correct height?

What playlist shall I choose?

Is my art arranged just right?

These are the little things.

Do whatever makes you happy.

Have chocolate waffles for dinner? Go ahead.

Do literally nothing for a full day except binge watching something? Yep.

Put ten throw pillows on the bed? Do it.

Decide to reorder the bookshelf by alphabetical order of the first word of the book? Yes.

Make a three course meal for just you and yourself? Why not.

Want to make a nest of blankets on the floor? What’s stopping you.

Anything and everything that makes you happy.

Sit back, relax, enjoy life and enjoy the little things.

Every single morning, I wake up and say that it's a beautiful day.

My friends and family can't trust me with the weather, I always say it’s wonderful.

I look up at the sky and see just a world of possibilities.

Most look down at their phone to ask how many degrees.

I love it when it’s rainy.

I love it when it’s sunny.

I love it when it snows.

I love it when it shines.

I love it when it’s windy.

I love it when it’s cloudy.

I love it for walking down the street coming home and tilting my face up to the sky and enjoying the coolness.

For the pitter patter of the rain on the window somehow always in time with my music.

For the life it brings after the fall with everything clean.

I love it for the tingling sensation on my arms as I sit outside on a bench in the early morning.

For the happiness it brings others and to hear the squeals of children as they play.

For the way that the memory of it always brings a smile.

I love it for the brisk air it carries that wakes me up and brings focus to the world.

For the quiet it brings with it’s white blanket dampening all the noise except for the one bird who forgot to go to sleep.

For the way I am reminded of all the wonderful times I have spent in it’s cold embrace.

I love it for the way it seems to make the water always so much cooler than it normally is.

For the sound of the birds chirping and the cicadas with their eternal conversations.

For the remembrance of the fires and the endless songs while walking on trails just large enough for one person.

I love it for the way it makes me feel as if I could jump and suddenly be flying above the trees.

For the sounds of it whistling in my ears as a tune that I just can’t seem to remember exactly.

For the memories of running as fast as I could trying to cox it to grab my kite and toss it as high as the string would let it.

I love it for the way it makes everything feel like it's asleep or in a place where everything is suddenly calm.

For the way it seems to soften the lines of the world as there is no longer a single bright light.

For the way it gives me solace for when I wish the bad days would be over soon to have hope that the sun will come out like it always does.

So remember.

Enjoy the little things.

-Grace Nike

#original poem #poetry

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 3 years

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| hybrid seokjin | true love

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Requested?: yes

Sugar glider Hybrid jin x reader

Summary → owners and their hybrids, a magical story of the two falling in love at first sight but jin knew better then anyone that this wasn't the case. Meeting you though, was nothing but a pure miracle.

Warnings: none

"Y/n!" Your friend shouted for you "yes misa?" You said trying to swallow your salad "I and jisoo are going to Italy next week" she said excitedly showing you her plane tickets. "That's great!" You smiled "and i, kind of need a favor" she dragged her words "i was wondering if you could look after jin for a few days, while I'm in Italy." You had forgotten she had that sugar glider hybrid she hadn't talk about him much "you aren't bringing him along with you?" You asked confused "uh, no i don't want him to ruin the mood, so will you please!" She begged clasping her hands together. You knew he was a hybrid but he was also a grown man, couldn't he take care of himself? "Fine" you sighed

The week passed too quickly and now you were standing outside misas door with a small suitcase in hand. "Y/n! Come in" she gestured you inside. "Good evening misa" you greeted, looking forward was rather a tall hybrid with small ears, a long tail that match the soft brown of his hair, and plump red lips. "Good evening jin" you smiled taking off your coat "good evening Miss. L/n," he said "oh please call me y/n" he smiled and nodded "ill show you to your room," misa said dragging you alongside her. "Here you go" she opened the door. The room was just a plane guest room with a bed, small tv, and a few plants.

"Well ill see you in a few days, take care!" Misa waved to you before sprinting out the door. After unpacking your things you left your room and a great creamy smell hit you. You followed it into the kitchen seeing jin make an alfredo sauce. "What is that?" You asked "oh, it's nokey" (Italian dish) "it smells amazing" you complemented making him smile "thank you, would you like some?" He asked, you nodded your head happily. Seokjin placed the bowls on the table and pulled out a seat for you. "Thank you jin" you said before sitting down.

Jin picked up his fork blowing away the steam making his cheeks puff up. "Do you like it?" He asked, tail slightly swinging behind him "yes, it's delicious" you said stuffing your face with more "I thought I'd be making dinner for you though" you commented. He could clearly cook very well without issue so you didn't see why he needed to be babysat. After dinner you decided to take a shower before bed. getting out you wrapped a towel around you, when you opened the door you were met with jins now flustered face “oj jin, can i help you?” you questioned, he shook his head “i was wondering if you would like to watch a movie” he asked “sorry jin maybe tomorrow, i'm really tired right now”

you felt bad seeing jins smile drop and silently moving out of the way “goodnight jin” you smiled making his small ears perk up again “goodnight y/n'' it took you a few minutes to adjust but you slowly started to drift off with heavy eyelids and the sounds of rain hitting the roof. you were barely coneses when you felt the other side of the bed dip. “hello” you grumbled out looking through halfly opened lids. “sorry i just don't like storms...may i stay here” you nodded not thinking much of it until you felt him cuddle into you. his head hid in your neck, you let out a soft sigh before combing your hands through his hair.

The sun shines through the window and you hid under the cover but the sudden smell of pancakes slowly pulled you out of bed leading you to the kitchen “Jin?” You called seeing him flip pancakes over the stove “good morning y/n” he greeted you “please take a seat in almost done with breakfast” you nodded seating yourself at the table watching him flip a few more pancakes before placing them on a plate and setting it in front of you. “ thank you seokjin” he smiled before digging into his plate. You whipped you mouth with a cloth before picking up your plate and washing it “would you like to watch a movie today before I go?”

“Yes, do you like Avengers?” he asked. You nodded after seokjin finished his plate he quickly washed up before sitting on the soft Couch turning on the tv. “Sit with me” he pulled you next to him as you held a bowl of popcorn. You had seen the movie plenty of times before so it was no surprise when you started drifting off to a soft nap and slowly leaning against seokjins shoulder. “Im back!” a loud voice interrupted your peaceful slumber making you flinch away from jin as if being caught doing something wrong. You quickly regained yourself standing up straight “misa! How was your trip?” you asked moving into a hug “amazing, you should have seen it, such a beautiful country!” she smiled greatly. “How was jin?” she asked looking over at him, her voice toning down from her energetic energy. “Oh, he's fine, he is a grown man after all” she only mumbled an “i guess” to your comment before changing the subject.

After a few more minutes of catching up, you packed your stuff and headed to the door “y/n” jins voice called behind you, when you turned your head jin held out his hands holding out a small box, you gentle took it from his hold “what is it?” you asked “some homemade chocolates...a thank you for visiting” he smiled “thank you jin” he nodded opening the door for you. “Goodbye jin” you waved goodbye to each other.

His smile feel as he closed behind you, he felt his heart suddenly ache as he walked deeper into the house. “Can y/n come for dinner?” Jin asked sering misa started to unpack, she just shot him a glare to leave her alone. That evening when dinner rolled around he sat in silence as misa stared at her phone paying no mind to him,you seemed to have plagued jins mind, he missed your conpany at the table and recalled the conversation you had together. He began to realize how lonely he truly was and how you weren't just in his head but filled his heart with a warm sensation.

That night he felt himself twisting and turning in bed, he was unable to sleep. The previous night cuddled up to you felt like such bliss that tonight couldn't satisfy him. He reluctantly threw his covers off and touched his feet to cold hardwood floors. He tiptoed into the living room seeing misa to occupied with what was on tv to notice him slipping by. He made his way to the door, slowly turning the nob before slipping out. He followed the smell of rosemary and soon ended up in front of a small apartment door. He honestly hadn't thought what hed do when he got to this stage but he knew it was to late to turn back now.

He slowly rose his hand knocking it against the door. “Hello” you peaked your head out from behind the door in your PJs and messy hair. “Hi y/n” jin greeted “oh seokjin, it's late is misa here?” you asked confusion. “No it's just me, I just wanted to see you and maybe stay a while,” he said awkwardly, not wanting to jump on you with the idea of mates just yet. “Uh sure,” you opened up the door making way for him. “What brings you here?” you asked closing the door “i thought we could hang out” you raised a brow looking up at the clock, “at 1 am?” he nodded his head. “We could finish our movie” he smiled hoping to lighten the mood. You nodded your head before making your way to the couch together.

-time skip (the next morning)-

The sun shined in between the curtains, you pushed your blanket of touching your feet to the cold hardwood before making your way into the kitchen. You could see jins sleeping figure on the couch, he stayed the night after falling asleep during the movie. You turned around to make breakfast. “Y/n?” seokjins mumbly voiced called out. “Good morning jin, I'm making breakfast if you'd like to take a seat” jin stood from the couch making his way to the dining room padding down his messy hair. You set his plate down in front of him and began to eat. “You never told me why you came over last night” jin nearly choked at your comment. “Oh well, you see there's this thing called a mate and-” the doorbell rang cutting off jins sentence.

You opened the door to see misa with a very unpleasant look on her face “misa you must be looking for jin-” you were loudly cut of by her yelling “so he is here!” she pushed past you “who gave you permission to leave last night?!” she screamed at him “it's really no big deal misa” you tried to rationalize. “I wanted to see y/n but you wouldn't listen!” jin yelled back slamming his hand on the table. “And this is the type of stunt you pull! You can't listen to you lucky if you ever see her again!” misa spat balling her first “You can't! Y/ns my mate!” he screamed out. There was a moment of f silence before misa gave a huff and snatched jin by the collar of his shirt in an attempt to drag him out the house. jin harshly pulled back riping his shirt. “Im staying with y/n!”he screamed pulling you in front of him.

“Please y/n will you keep me?” his eyes turned puppy looking at you. “But mias your owner not me” he sighed “but your my mate, like a soulmate!” he begged “i-i don't know jin misa can provide better-” “i don't care I want you y/n!” he said nudgeing his head into your shoulder. You looked back at misa who gave you a nasty glare but then back at jin who could break into tears at any moment “ill keep him” you said. Misas eyes widened before returning to a glare “fine!! but don't even think of coming back to get your stuff!” she yelled walking out slamming the door behind her.

Your mind was blank at what had just happened but you were brought back to reality by jin snuggling his face into your neck. “Thank you y/n this is all I've ever wanted” a sense of relief washed over you as you wrapped your arms around him, you didn't know what could become of this but you are willing to accept whatever it may be.

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iwishtobeastorm · 3 years

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hi! congrats on 200 😊

could we get “It’s raining. Let’s go dancing!” from the prompt list with din please? i’m sure he’d be reluctant but, after enough convincing, maybe he’d do it? 🤣

----------------------------------- A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for this request. When I was making the prompt list, it was raining outside and that made me think of this line. You have no idea how much I hoped someone will request this with Din, because he's great for that! I also set this in Modern AU, because I kind of felt like it (sorry). Hope you'll enjoy this!

The relief - Modern AU - Din Djarin/F!Reader

Warnings: professor/student relationship (but Din is not reader's professor), legal age gap, fluff

Word count: 900+

Celebration | Masterlist

You look out of the open window of your little house, watching as the raindrops fall from the dark clouds, their bumping calming you down the way nothing else can. You love rain. You love the sound of it, the smell of it, the relief it carries. It's life-giving. It's a salvation. Today was such a hot day, the tension in the air made your head ache and the high temperatures didn't help it at all. You had a few errands in the city before you could return to your little haven and you thought you'll burn alive. But then the rain came, washing it all away like a bad memory, bringing you peace and release. You lean out enough to let a few drops hit your bare hand, the cool water soothing your hot skin. The sensation gives you this little idea. You don't wait a second before closing the window and hurrying upstairs to get to his office. You know he's probably working right now, grading all the essays his students wrote, but a little break might be good for him too.

You knock, before storming in, not waiting for his answer. Din sits there behind his large desk, surrounded by piles of paper, his reading glasses on, his handsome face enlightened by the small lamp. He looks up at you, his sore eyes meeting yours and your heart clenches at the sight of him. He seems so tired. You should definitely drag him out of here at least for a moment. "What is it, baby?" He ask softly, his deep voice making your muscles melt. "It's raining, let's go dancing!" You exclaim, your excitement warming his heart. "I can't, darling. I have a lot of work. It's almost the finals," he states and you pout at him. "Please, just for a few minutes," you try puppy eyes, making him sigh. "You know I'm not a good dancer anyways," he says, but he puts down his pen, which gives you hope. "That's not true," you shake your head, approaching his table. He moves back with his chair, which is like an invitation for you to straddle his lap, which you'd take anytime. Once you're seated on his thighs, hands resting on his broad shoulders, you smile softly, taking off his glasses and putting them on the table carefully. "You work too much," you murmur, making him smile a bit. "It's just the end of the semester. It's gonna be over soon," he says softly, hands squeezing on your waist. "We should go on some vacation once it's over, what do you think? What about Rome?" You offer, running your fingers into his silvering curls to scratch on his scalp lightly and he closes his eyes, humming in both agreement and contentment. "What about the dancing?" You ask, leaning closer to plant soft kisses over his cheeks and nose, making him blush a bit. Din was never used to those displays of affection before you came along. He never met a woman like you, someone so sweet and loving. You made his heart beat so fast he thought it's gonna jump out of his chest just with your pretty smile. You got him at hello, Mr. Djarin. "You insist?" He murmurs and you smile. "I can go on my own, I just thought it'll be more fun with you. Besides, you need a break," you say, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes, wrinkles appearing in the corners of them as he smiles, making your heart thrum. "You're probably right, darling," he agrees, making your smile grow. "Come on then," you murmur, crawling off his lap and grabbing his hand to drag him outside with you.

The humidity of the air feels so good in your lungs, it's like the first breath, the smell of earth and grass filing your chest, making you smile. You lead Din off the patio right into the pouring rain, giggling as the water soaks through your clothes. You stop at your driveway, deciding that it might be a nice dance floor for now and you turn to him. He's already smiling at you, hair plastered to his forehead and the rain clutching his pants and dress shirt to his body, making you bite on your lower lip at the sight of him. You put your hands on his shoulders while his find your waist, pulling you closer. You grin at him as you gaze into his eyes, face just inches away from his. "What do you think, Mr. Djarin?" You ask, rocking your hips into the rhythm of silent song and he follows, stepping from one leg to another, squeezing on your waist to feel your warmth. "I think you're silly," he states and you you gasp in pretended offense, making him chuckle. "You're so so mean," you give him a death glare, before smile breaks through your expression, unable to stay back with how happy you feel to be here with him. "Not at all, darling," he murmurs, leaning his forehead against yours, making you relax into him completely. The rain, your neighbors, the essays, your finals - nothing matters. It's just you and Din, dancing in front of your house in each other's embrace, hearts beating in sync. "We should take shower after this, little miss," he states and you chuckle. "Would you mind joining me too?" You look up at him with mischievous glint in your pretty eyes. "Not at all."

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calumxkisses · 3 years

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Yellow | c.h.

pairing: calum hood x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: prince!calum au - you're his yellow and he's yours.

a/n: hi! 'm not really good with au imagines but i hope you'll like it. let me know what you think of this imagine. love you!

this imagine its inspired by the song: yellow

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“Yellow.” A sudden voice makes you jump. You close the book you’re reading as you place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating quickly.

The library is huge, the storm lights barely illuminate the room, making it almost impossible to find your way around and read without the help of candles. The smell of old books is strong, there is a lot of dust on the shelves and feeling small near these high shelves make the perfect atmosphere to be able to take refuge from the outside world, from a world made of rules and confined to the land surrounding the property. Your little refuge, however, is interrupted by the presence of this man and you turn around quickly, trying to hide the smile that forms on your face at the sight of the stranger.

Despite the size of the room, the prince appears to be in full control of everything around him. He is standing in front of the door, several meters separate your figure from his, yet you can see the smile he gives you, his hands hidden behind his back and the fine lines near his eyes that underline his amused expression.

“What?” You ask before placing your hand in front of your mouth and widening your eyes. In your mind, a vivid image of your mother scolds you for your language and reminds you that you are no longer a child and that you must be careful when addressing a prince or any other high-ranking social figure.

“I'm sorry for talking to you like that, sir. I'm afraid I don't understand what your 'yellow' refers to.”

Prince Calum laughs briefly before slowly approaching you.

"We've known each other since we were children, we don't need certain formalities."

“My mother says-” you try to justify yourself, but he cuts you off right away.

“Nobody’s here.” He whispers before standing in front of you, keeping some distance to avoid misunderstanding in case someone enters. If it were up to him, there would be no such distance between you, but rules are rules and he would never want to compromise your image.

You look around to make sure no one is spying on you and, sure you are alone with him, you relax your shoulders and jaw, releasing the sigh you were holding back.

“So, yellow?” You ask, smiling, placing the book on the table to your left while you look at the boy, waiting for an answer.

His curly hair is carefully pulled back and the dark circles under his eyes lead you to imagine him sitting at his desk, with a lighted candle next to him and his gaze on the window in front of him, instead of the pages he is holding with his hand, pages he should study in order to become the man his father wants him to be, but that he will never be.

“It was a difficult choice, I will not lie to you. There are so many colors that remind me of you, the red of the dress you wore at your first dance when you entered society, the purple of the vase you broke when you discovered that you have been promised in marriage to an old man or the blue of water of the stream next to the tree where we always go to sit under it. And there are a thousand other colors that I associate to you.”

You smile proudly to hear that he paid attention to every detail and remember how as a child he couldn't even memorize the poems the teachers taught him and the thousand fights you had when you tried in vain to help him learn each verse.

“When I think of you, however, I think back to when you collected Ranunculus repens and put them in your hair, to embellish your hair and feel like the princesses who came to visit us. You always did it and you always took a few more so, when it rained and we couldn't go out, you had your little escort and you could wear them even inside these walls. You always have and if I'm not wrong-”

Calum slowly reaches out his arm towards you, his hand brushes your neck causing you to shiver all over your body, before moving a strand of hair and grabbing something from behind your ear.

“You still wear them.” He whispers, bringing his hand in front of your eyes and showing the small yellow flower you were wearing until a few seconds before.

“They still make me feel like a princess from one of those fairy worlds I read books about.” You whisper, you look down as a sense of shame takes hold in your body. Your heart seems to feel pain as you think back to how you still feel as a child, how you still dream of those fairy tales you hoped you could live one day.

“You're a princess with or without those flowers on, you know it too, you just hope that others see you as you do, too special for a life you don't want to be part of.” He says bringing his fingers under your chin and lifting your face up. His gaze no longer conveys joy and his tone is harsh, an angry expression has taken place on his face.

“Calum..” You try to stop him from speaking that truth you don't want to hear, but his words have broken through your heart and the pain you seemed to feel, now you are definitely feeling. You take a step back, trying to get away from a situation you can't escape from.

“You don't have to do it, you don't have to stay and spend the rest of your life between false smiles and sleepless nights. Your sister will be queen and my father thinks I'm a failure since I was born. Let's run away, me and you. My cottage already has everything we need and I'm sure they will never come looking for us. We will live that fairy tale we imagined for us and we will have the life we always wanted.”

His hand grabs yours and his gaze is on you. You know he's not lying, he told you the love he feels towards you in the dungeons of this same castle and you haven't thought twice before confessing your love to him.

But this castle, these people, is all you have always known.

It’s a world that doesn't belong to you but you can't just leave. There are rules, responsibilities, tasks that you cannot escape.

“It's not that easy, Calum.”

“No, it's not, it's not easy and it won't be. We'll probably end up arguing and you'll regret running away with me. But then you'll think back to all these tight corsets you had to wear, all the formalities you had to comply with and the man you would hold if you have stayed and you will understand that country life is so much better than a life spent in sadness and that that terrible man who made you cry actually loves you madly and just wants what he knows it’s better for you.”

He also grabs the other hand and continues.

“And if you really want to go back, I will be ready to be looked at with scandal by everyone and to take you back to the castle, to face your father and see you held by arms that are not mine.”

You know that it will be hard, but you have never wanted to be a queen. It’s a big responsibility for a girl that just wants to live a fairy tale, that wants to be free in her own terms. You never wanted a kingdom, you never wanted to be property of some old man and certainly you never wanted to spend your existence submitted to someone else’s orders.

You just wanted to be happy, to live your life to the fullest, to love a man who respected you, your dreams, your independence and your passion for flowers and books.

And maybe house cleaning, mud and small rooms will never be like having silk sheets, breakfast prepared by someone else and the floor always clean, but they certainly convey a sense of greater happiness and a life spent in misery and in sadness it’s the dream of those who do not want to fight for what they dream of and are satisfied with mediocrity.

And you don't deserve mediocrity and the guy in front of you knows it well, he sees it in the way you feel uncomfortable during the dances, when your father talks to you about matters you can never take care of because you’re a woman and in the look that you give to your mother when she talks about her marriage, that is only political and not based on love.

You turn to your right, a huge gold mirror near the window reflects the library, the place where you grew up and where you have taken refuge millions of times. You look in the mirror, the diamond earrings reflect the gray of the sky and are too heavy for your ears. Your dress is gorgeous, hand-sewn by the best tailors, yet you don't feel as beautiful as when you wear old, unfashionable clothes and run free for the castle hills, without the fear of getting dirty or ruining expensive dresses.

Your eyes, pupils who love to look at the horizon, are sad, aware that by staying they will not be able to see any wonder. You touch your face, slowly run your hands over your cheeks, over your lips and run your finger over the bridge of your nose, remembering when you were just a little girl and were treated like a normal girl, a girl that loved when her father played with her and touched her nose while making funny noises with his mouth.

Then you look outside. The sky is full of dark clouds, the rain falls incessantly and a few lightning illuminate the afternoon sky. You look at that garden you have walked a thousand times, at all the flowers you have collected and at all the plants you have destroyed while playing with Calum.

You close your eyes thinking about all the places you haven't visited, all the trees you haven't leaned on to read and all the rivers you haven't seen flowing. There is a world out there, you think, that has yet to be discovered. And who are you, if not a woman ready for life's adventures?

“You didn't ask me.” You whisper.

“What?” Calum asks, confused.

“You didn't ask me which color reminds me of you.” You repeat as you slowly turn around to look at him.

A huge smile forms on his face.

“What color do you think when you think of me?”

“When I was ten, one night, I decided to explore the dungeons alone. I wanted to prove to myself that I was able to do anything. I almost made it, I almost managed to face the monster we thought lived in the cells, but then it was all too dark and I ended up going back to my room crying.” You slowly approach him.

“The next night, you showed up in my room with a jar full of fireflies, you gave it to me and whispered "You can do it." I ended up walking through the dungeons with this jar in my hand, you were a few meters behind me to make sure nothing happened to me, but I always knew you were there, even if you tried to hide.”

“I was able to face one of my biggest fears that night. Whatever other problem happened, you were always ready to help me if I needed it, you always supported me, with advice or simply by being close to me, a few steps back to let me free. You were essential in making me grow, while remaining away. Like the stars, who guide the sailors from the sky, they let the sailors do what they believe is right, but they are there to help and guide them if they need it.”

You bring your lips to his ear and whisper: “At midnight, in our place. Don't be late and take the blue carriage, it makes less noise on the street.” You turn around and walk to your room to pack a small bag with all the essentials.

“Wait, you didn't answer my question!” He says turning towards the direction you went.

“You are my yellow, Calum.” You say, you are far away but you know he’s smiling and you smile too.

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loudlysraindropanon · 2 years

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Rain sat on the raggedy carpet in the House's living room, tracing lines through the fabric of the carpet mindlessly. The house was dark and the only light present was the moon light that came through the various windows around.

Rain hummed as they traced lines, watching their finger with no real thought. They looked up at their finger for a second to glance around, always paranoid as they had been taught to be, before catching a glimpse of a dusty photo on the fireplace and quickly looking down.

It was an old photo, cracked from when it fell multiple times and dusty from sitting on the shelf untouched for so long. The picture inside showed a younger Rain, back when their companion Karlee had taken them in. It showed in the way Rain smiled, still in the clothes they had made for themselves, and the way light still sparkled in their uncovered eyes. As a 6 year old who was born over an ocean, they hadn't had a concept of stranger danger and when Karlee had offered them help, Rain took it without any suspicion in their mind.

Rain scoffed, bringing themselves back to the present. What a fool they were, so blindly trusting someone who obviously didn't care for them. Karlee had just wanted to use them for her own personal gain. She wanted someone to teach not a sibling or child to take care of. Their younger self was a fool for believing they could be her family when she never wanted one.

Rain looked around at the empty, abandoned house that they sat in, devoid of all life except for them and a couple plants that Karlee had let them keep indoors rather than outside in the garden. Karlee had left a while ago suddenly, but Rain had been used to that and didn't think anything of it until she never came back. At first, they had been worried but by the time the first week passed, they had got that they had been abandoned, although they didn't know why. Why would Karlee suddenly give up on 6 years of work? Did Rain simply become too much of a bother to try and fix?

Were they a broken tool as she had said?

Rain sighed, looking down at their finger again, the 12 year old hopelessly bored in the abandoned house by themselves. They had always been bored when Karlee went out, as she often did, but usually the trips weren't long and she would spend time with them when they got back, doing whatever Karlee wanted to do. She had a lot of hobbies, besides her occupation of thievery, but one of the ones Rain remembered best was singing.

Rain cleared their throat, breaking the silence of the empty house, and softly began to sing-

"Welcome to my world, that's painted with sadness.

There's no light of sun, here you can't hear any sound at all"

They waved their hands through the moon as the sang, their voice echoing a bit in the empty house.

"Here I'm waiting silently for you, Mama.

Why were you so cruel? Why'd you leave me alone?"

Rain looked at the broken photo frame and their Mama's happy face before looking down, tears starting to well in their eyes just thinking about her. They hummed some quiet "la la la"'s into the silence, trying to calm themselves but failing to do so as they looked at the picture again.

"Please take me away, I desperately promise to be a good kid, to be worthy of your love.

I don't need the sketchbooks, the flowers and the teachings.

Just tell me why you've left your pictures and gone..." they sang-pleaded at the picture tearfully, trying not to break down more than they already were.

"I never asked for this place that's called 'Our Home' but I hoped you'd be staying with me until the end."

Rain looked down again, anger starting to mix with the sadness. How dare she leave them like that? This was their "home", both of them. She was supposed to care for them and she left! She promised to give them a home with her and she left! It isn't fair, Rain thought bitterly.

"I just want to be with you to forget my sorrow," Rain told the picture numbly, their tone tired and quieter than they had been before.

"I'm tired of being the puppet of this world..." they sang as they remembered how most of their life had not been their choice. Getting separated from their sibling, of whom they didn't even learned their name before they were swept away, the shore taking them to a forest where they learned to survive from campers, Karlee taking them in and training them, and finally now, being left alone like a doll that no one wants. They've always had little choice in their life, especially after Karlee took them in. They laughed bitterly, they really were a puppet.

"My tears are falling, why is it so painful?

I did nothing wrong, so why do you hate me so much?" Rain sang as they got up, glaring at the picture and taking it over to the kitchen table to put down. In a dissociated state, they quickly packed up their necessary things in a duffle bag that Karlee hadn't taken. Clothes, medical supplies, and food that Rain put in bags to keep them clean. From the necessities, Rain put any other items they needed in a bag that they had stolen one time when they had been allowed out. The sketchbooks Karlee had stolen for them, some flower seeds, a necklace Rain had stolen and successfully hidden from Karlee, and a few other nicknacks they had stolen. Rain grabbed their sword which lay by the back down and put it in its sheath on their hip, tugging the belt it was attached to briefly to make sure it was secure.

Once they were done packing, Rain went back to the photo which still lay on the kitchen table. They walked slowly over to one of the kitchen drawers and opened it, taking the match box they remembered Karlee putting in there before closing the drawer. Rain walked over and took the photo carefully from the broken frame and walked towards the door, one hand holding the picture and the other holding the max box. Rain opened the door and breathed fresh air for the first time in months since Karlee left and looked at the forest that surrounded the House, crickets chirping in the otherwise silent night. Rain looked back at the inside of the House, and before they could think twice, lit a match and held it up to the photo, which caught fire quickly. Rain quickly threw it onto the floor of the House, which caught fire soon after as the whole thing was made of wood, and ran out the door towards the woods.

Once they felt they got far enough away, they smiled even though tears were again welling in their eyes. Rain sang softly as they slowly walked, going to find a home for the first time in their life. Behind them, old memories burned as the House quickly became enveloped in flames.

"Welcome to her world that's lying in ashes.

There's a sea of fire, there is no way to run at all.

I only wanted to be with my Mama but little Rain is melting in their abyss, alone."

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Plus an updated c!Raindrop drawing. The old design is gonna be used eventually but for plot/lore reasons, this is what c!Rain is currently wearing in the story. Clothes change will come later cause it goes hand in hand with character development (also sorry the picture fucking sucks, it's so folded it wouldn't sit flat)

(Also pretend that the sword is drawn correctly cause I have no idea how to draw swords. )

@loudly--unladylike

Tagging you, Lulu, so hopefully you see this!!

EDIT: I FORGOT THE SONG WHOOPS

https://youtu.be/989srijf4OA

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thatslikely · 3 years

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Seasons- G.W. Headcannons

dating George Weasley through the seasons

Warnings: mentions of food, but it's all fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: just thought it would be fun! Let me know if you want this for any other characters!

George Taglist: @hufflepuff5972

if you want to be added to the taglist, reply to this post, send me an ask, or dm me!

I recommend listening to this playlist while reading for the best experience!

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Winter

On the first snowfall of the season, you two definitely built an adorable little snowman, complete with coal eyes (you probably stole Ron's scarf for his neck). You told George about the muggle story Frosty the Snowman, and he tried to find a spell to recreate Frosty.

The next day, you two gradually started amassing a large snowman army. Inevitably, in the middle of construction, George betrayed you with an icy snowball to your back.

Naturally, this incited a five day-long snowball war that increasingly got more and more intense. George was surprisingly good at building sturdy snow forts, so you never really stood a chance against his defences. He could have probably constructed a 7 foot tall barricade in a matter of minutes!

Even if you two are locked in battle, he'll always take time to admire the way the white snowflakes rest in your hair so beautifully, as well as the fiery determination behind your eyes.

Fiesty battles aside, George always made sure that you were warm and cozy after a long day in the cold, making homemade hot cocoa using Molly's famous recipe.

One day, long after the ‘Snow Skirmish’, you convince him to go ice skating with you; he absolutely fell in love with it. For a while, he had to hold onto your arms for balance, which led to a lot of falls considering he's a giant compared to you.

Eventually he got the hang of it and you taught him how to play muggle hockey, which he picked up quite quickly. He eventually got all the Weasleys hooked, and they held weekly tournaments. You were always George's favorite cheerleader.

If he ever became a little too cocky, he'd fall face-first onto the hard ice, which always brought a small smile to your face. He always laughed with you, too.

On snowless days, however, you two went on 'expeditions', which entailed peaceful walks through the woods, hand-knitted gloves intertwined.

You'd always keep your eyes peeled for birds or foxes, and occasionally he swore he saw a yeti. You were surprised he never got Fred to dress up in a yeti suit, at least not yet.

Spring

One word: picnics.

You spent the majority of springtime down at the Burrow, enjoying the pleasant spring weather. There were huge multicolored flower fields surrounding George's childhood home, making it even more fitting for the season.

Some days, he'd take you down to the creek past the Burrow, and the two of you would stand ankle-deep in the cool, flowing water. Sometimes, if he was feeling a bit mischievious, he’d splash you with some of the refreshing water, you quickly returning the favor.

Occasionally, he'd try to catch a little leaping frog, holding it carefully in his big palms. He was enchanted by the tiny creature, and without fail, he always begged you to let him keep it.

"But Terrance needs a home! We can make him a terrarium and everything! Please?"

Some days, he'd take you up to the Tree, which laid on a soft, grassy hill in the middle of a luscious yellow flower field. A single tire swing hung from its burly and ancient branches.

Often times, he'd sit at the base of the trunk, either dozing off or humming a song from his youth. If you chose to sit with him, however, he'd braid your hair perfectly and pick some colorful flowers to accent it.

"My little Angel, you look so pretty with flowers in your hair."

You'd always pick some petals for his ginger mop, too.

"Now we're matching, Georgie. Daffodils compliment your hair beautifully."

He loved to push you in the tire swing. He was far too big to fit in it now, to your dismay, but he was perfectly satisfied pushing you back and forth in it. It almost reminded him of rocking a baby cradle.

On rainy days, he'd fetch old rain boots from the attic. He'd always wear Bill's old pair, you wearing his'. The area around the small creek was all muddy, and you can't tell me he wouldn't make mud pies. Even if he's way too old for them.

"Darling, would you care for a pie?"

"And what does it taste like, exactly?"

"It's my signature flavor, mud!"

Summer

I firmly believe George is a good cook. He just is (see my chef!George fic for elabroation).

One sweltering day, you and him went out to the gardens and pick ripe, ruby-red strawberries to chop up and make into homemade strawberry ice cream.

His ice cream would surpass Fortescue's by a lot. Like it's scary. From then on, he made it every Saturday morning, even on chilly winter days.

Sometimes he'd turn adventurous and try some new flavors, which were normally pretty good, until he got a little too creative and made caramel watermelon ice cream. From then on, he stuck with the classics.

In the evenings, a small bonfire was lit and all the Weasleys spent the night drinking and dancing. Bill held a guitar concert, George and Arthur grilled up some hot dogs (which were juicy and delcious), Fred set off some fireworks, and Ginny held fiercely competitive broom races.

When everyone went inside, exhausted, you and George stayed outside, listening to the crickets chirping and admiring the clear, country sky. He pointed out his favorite constellations to you, reenacting the myths behind them with you as his co-actor (you can't tell me we wouldn't let you fake-stab him and he'd fall to the grass super dramatically).

Beach days: a must have.

George would definitely wear red/maroon swim trunks, and there would always be a white stripe of sunscreen on his freckled nose, even after he furiously rubbed it in.

He'd always love the bathing suit you sported, whether it was a gingham bikini or a gorgeous silver one piece. He loved you so much, you never felt self conscious around him.

He'd take you to a secret, tucked-away beach, and you two would spend the day building elaborate sand castles, burying you deep in the sand, and searching for pretty sea shells and sand dollars.

“Where do you think you’re going, Mister? You can’t just leave me buried under the san like this!”

“Someone’ll find you eventually. I just want all the icecream for myself, what can I say? Oh fine, I’ll dig you up, darling.”

Autumn

Autumn at the Burrow was like nothing else. There was always a seemingly endless supply of pumpkin juice and apple juice on tap, and traditions were ampted up to the max.

Pumpkin carving was taken very seriously, and you and George were no exceptions. You and him were never artsy per se, but you always tried your hardest together to crave an intricately designed pumpkin. It always turned out pretty decent, to your surprise.

George and Fred would constantly wear scary masks and hide around he Burrow, or plant fake spiders in the cupboards in hopes of scaring Ron. It always worked.

Since the weather was so nice and chilly, he'd always go around the woods with you collecting a pile of some good sticks for a tree fort. He always carried the branches, and you collected the prettiest orange leaves you could find, for a collage or scrapbook.

All fall, he worked on building a small, secluded tree fort, which was definitely worth it in the end. You two stayed up late into the night, telling ghost stories, kissing, or inviting the whole Weasley clan for a good old fashioned game of Truth or Dare.

As for Halloween, you guys already know he goes overboard. He decorated every inch of every wall with black and orange streamers, fake cobwebs, and little baby pumpkins. It was always really sweet; he'd always wear a proud grin after the whole house was adorned to his liking.

For costumes, I'm 99% sure that you two would always do pun-y couple costumes think him dressing up as a cereal box and you as a killer, or him as a ghost and you a pepper).

You two would also 100% go to a costume store, and buy as much cheap hair gel as you could, all so you two could make each spiky Mohawks (you'd never admit it to George, but he pulled them off).

One time, he let you take him to a muggle farm for the day. You decided it would be fun to do a corn maze. The both of you got lost for three hours. From then on, he just stuck with hay rides.

Spending time with George was always fun, year-round.

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nanamisflowerfield · 3 years

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SEBEK X MC SCENARIO TIME! (This the last time I swear- and I'm making it fluff because I'm so kind~)

It's been months and NRC has been reported to have another Overblot issue but this time, it's not a student. Rather, it is an unknown creature who has consumed too much magic. MC locked herself along with Grim in Ramshackle so she won't have to deal with it so it's up to the staff and students to deal with it. The only problem is thay the creature keeps disappearing and somehow showed up in front of Sebek while was alone. He was in a quiet and empty place, calling for someone won't work so it's up to him to stop it. But can he do it?

(The parenthesis stands for thoughts)

Many hours later...

Ramshackle

[Thunder Rumbling]

MC: Huh... Just in time for the rain to come, my plants need watering

Grim: Nyahaha! My hooman really guessed the weather!

MC: Hehe...

[Rain starts to pour quickly]

MC: Ahhh... I can't wait to lay down in bed with this weather, it's gonna be so cool and relaxing especially because Crowley decided to leave us alone for a break.

Grim: Indeed henchman!

MC: Hmmm... I've been bitter towards the people I care about for the last few months, I might need to apologize to them soo-

[Knock knock knock]

MC: Huh? Who could be knocking at my door at such weather? *Goes towards the door and opens it*

Sebek: ...

MC: Sebek?! What are you doing here?

Sebek: MC...

MC: What happened? Why are you covered in ink?! Don't tell me...

Sebek: I got myself in a mess...

MC: What... Ah! Come in! It's raining outside!

Inside Ramshackle

Sebek: *Standing at the door* Sorry for the sudden visit I... wanted to see how you're doing

MC: How am I doing? Huh, that's the first time, you never do that

Sebek: *Hurt by her words* Uhh... mmm...

MC: So you stopped the Overblotted creature?

Sebek: Yeah, it appeared in front of me, I had to stop it from causing chaos

MC: Was someone with you?

Sebek: Just me...

MC: Oh... Well, here sit down *Pats the seat next to her*

Sebek: *Sits down* Thanks...

MC: *Grabs a tissue and starts wiping the ink around him * Stay still okay?

Sebek: I walked in the rain so some of the ink got washed off but some of them got smudged

MC: Mmhmmm...

Sebek: *Notices something* Hey...

MC: Yeah?

Sebek: Is that a magnet? *Points at magnet*

MC: *Looks at where he's pointing* Yeah

Sebek: What for?

MC: Ferro fluid

Sebek: Ferro fluid?

MC: Yeah, after an overblot the person may or may not get soaked by the remaining blots and ink but some consists of Ferro fluid which could only be removed with magnets. Water works but I prefer to remove it by magnet, I keep them.

Sebek: You keep them?! Why?

MC: Well, we're already in the unit of elements and who knows. Professor Crewel might give us a project relating to Ferro fluids. I'm just storing them just in case.

[Silence]

Sebek: I'm sorry...

MC: For what?

Sebek: For looking down on you and underestimating you. You handled many Overblots. I thought it was an easy job but after what happened today, I take it back.

MC: Mmm... You stopped it by yourself, you could've called anyone

Sebek: I couldn't, there was no signal in my phone no way of communicating via mirror and there wasn't anything available for me to make a call...

MC: I see...

Sebek: Are you happy? You look happy

MC: *Scoffs* Why do you think that?

Sebek: You're smiling (I like it when you smile)

MC: You're just seeing things

Sebek: I don't think so (Please smile more, I love it, your face looks cute)

MC: Oh I'm sure of it (Aren't you mad at me?)

Sebek: Whatever (Your words hurt but I still love you, you're the first human whom I've been infatuated with)

MC: Well since you apologized I will too. I'm sorry for saying those words, I was stressed that time. (Say you accept it)

Sebek: Apology accepted! (I wanna hug you right now but I'm covered in ink)

MC: (And there goes the loud voice again...)

Sebek: You hate me don't you? (I accept it, I'm a jerk)

MC: Why would you think that? (NO!)

Sebek: That apology sounded sarcastic (It's okay if you hate me, I deserve it)

MC: Hehehe, I don't hate you. You're just annoying (That's the truth)

Sebek: That didn't make me feel better (Who knew MY human could be this cold?)

MC: It wasn't going to make you feel better, I was telling you the truth

Sebek: Psshhh... You hate me (Just say it)

MC: No... You're just annoying (That's the truth get a grip already!)

Sebek: Okay, I'll be less annoying (For you... My human)

MC: *Dumps tissues in the trash bin* Okay! You're done. If you want, you can take a shower here. I'll call Lilia to bring you your clothes ones the rain stops *Smiles*

Sebek: *Blushes a bit* T-THAT'S ABSURD! B-but sure... (That smile, the innocent smile I've always loved)

MC: Are you okay?

Sebek: YUP! NEVER BEEN BETTER!

Grim: *Watching from the stairs* Well this has gotten interesting... *chuckles and walks away*

THANK YOU! My heart couldn‘t handle the angst orz 😭😭💕

#nanami answers

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asimpfor2dcharacter · 3 years

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Note: In this chapter there will mention two of my oc ( original character) their physical appearance will be present in the future chapters.

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Chapter 2: Cafè and tea

In the morning the rain was strumming against the window of her room and she was preparing herself to go into the living room. She decided to wear a light pigiama suited for the weather and thought that it was unnecessary to wear the golden ring she usually uses because no one was going to see it anyway beside her parents. It has already been several days since she came back to Japan and she mostly spent her time with her parents: cooking with her mother, training with her father and beating him in a game of chess. Mundane actions that people usually do with their parents but she can't, due to the fact that she lives far from them.

She decided to join his father in the kitchen who was busy cooking breakfast.

Aizawa noticed the presence of his daughter when she entered the room,

"Goodmorning Y/n, your mom already left this early in the morning to work".

"Morning Dad, are those pancakes?," she asked, setting the table.

"Yes your favourite, you can already eat the one on the table while it's still hot ," he said, pointing at the table where there were several pancakes on a plate.

"Thanks Dad," she glanced outside the window and there was still a drizzling rain, " the weather forecasts show that around lunch time there will be sun for the rest of the day, so me and Yuga planned to meet each other in a cafè nearby,".

"That sounds great," he flipped the last pancakes on the pan and he put it on his plate and then he took a chair beside her daughter.

"Well dad thank you for the breakfast,".

While cutting his food, he asked her, "Y/n in a few days I have the final appointment at the tailor shop for my wedding suit. I wanted to ask you if you can come with me?,".

"Are you asking me that because you genuinely want me to be there or you just don't want to be alone with uncle Mic?," she said while spreading the Nutella on her pancake.

"A mix of both, so are you coming?,".

"Of course I will, it's not everyday to see you in such a formal outfit," he rolled his eyes at her daughter's comment, making her tease her father more, knowing his preference over more comfortable clothes rather than elaborate one's.

"But Dad, one week before I came here in Japan you told me that Nezu offered you the position of UA principal, have you already made a decision?,".

Once he heard the question, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and slowly he put the fork on the table. "Honestly no".

"Why?".

"I thought about it and Y/n I know it's a great honour to be the UA principal but," crossing his arm he continued, " I'm getting older and I don't if I can continue to be a hero for more years let alone be the UA principal," he said touching his left leg. She knew what exactly he meant with those words. "Beside," he added, " working as a principal, sure does take off your free time and I prefer spending my free time with your mom rather than working on paperworks,".

"You really love mom," she said.

"Well yeah, that's why I'm marrying her," he admitted with a smile on his face.

"That's it I'm going to tell mom when she comes back home,".

"Please don't, she will tease me about it for the whole week,".

Both of them almost finished eating their food when her father asked, "Y/n I know you told us you took this vacation for health reasons but it might also be because of those articles about you?".

She immediately stopped eating, her eyes were avoiding his father's gaze, almost ashamed to meet them,"So you saw it".

"Yes I saw them, I read those negative reviews about your latest book so does your mom but don't get down on yourself. I know how negative opinions of others can bring you down but don't forget that you will always have me and your mom support you for everything. Me and your mom just want you to communicate with us when something is wrong," and now it was his turn to avoid her gaze, not wanting her to see his eyes tearing up, "we just don't want to repeat what happened to you six years ago,".

She listened attentively at his words, she knows how both of her parents suffered for the events of that day and she promised to herself that it will never happen again, "I know dad I'm working on it and I promise you, you will never see me again in that situation".

"Your mom and I just what the best for you," he said, patting gently on your head.

"I know dad I know," she admitted, giving her father a reassuring smile.

"Oh wait, you said your meeting Aoyama right," he pulled out from his pocket his wallet and gave her 13,000 yen (99 in euro, 117 in dollars), "here take it,".

"Dad, I'm twenty-six years old, I can pay for my stuff,".

"Just take it ok," He replied while sipping a cup of coffee pretending not to hear the protest coming from his daughter.

After the deep conversation she had with Aizawa this morning, she was now preparing to meet Aoyama. Once choosing her outfit, she decided to wear the golden ring on the fourth finger of her left hand to complete the look. Fortunately the weather forecast was right and it was a sunny day outside and her best friend informed her that they will meet in a cafe. He told her how excited he was to try their famous cheesecake and the way he described the pastry makes her want to try.

It took only twenty minutes by walking from her house to arrive at the cafè shop Aoyama told her. From the outside the wall of the shop was black and it was ornated with several climbing plants, there was also a big wooden door as the entrance and inside the place it was rather a cozy atmosphere.

She was searching for her best friend who was in disguise to avoid fans attention towards him and he told her to be able to recognise him, he was wearing a green merchandise t-shirt of Deku with a pair of dark sunglasses and a dark blue bucket hat. After searching for a couple of minutes she finally saw her friend in the most isolated part of the shop and near him there was a TV attached to the wall. He was sitting in a chair using his phone but she noticed something different from her best friend.

"I can't believe he really did that," she thought.

"Yuga I thought you were joking when you said to me you were going to dye your hair," admiringing his new hair color now similar to the shade of blonde of Lucius Malfoy.

After some years of not seeing her in person, he immediately gave her a warm hug, "Y/n!!! It's so nice to see you again".

"Yuga, you don't know how much I missed you," she said, returning back the hug, "it's been two years since we saw each other and the last time was when you visited me in New York".

"And what were you saying about my hair, for your information," flipping his hair with a hand in a too dramatic way, " these are amazing," he said, not caring too much about him blowing up his disguise.

"Whatever you say Lucius Malfoy. So how is my favourite hero?," she asked once they took their seats.

He confesses to her the struggle of being the number fifteen hero, how the paparazzi each day that pass are becoming more determined to invade his private life and his agency already gave five restriction orders to five paparazzi only this last three months. He can't imagine how difficult it is for higher ranking heroes to maintain their privacy, he admitted, but on a positive note he and his team are working hard to climb higher in the hero rankings this year and they are also trying to sign better sponsorships with other companies' brands.

"So yeah, this is basically what I've been doing in the last months," he picked the menu card, " and you, my favourite writer, keep me updated on what is happening in your life," he asked, flipping the menu card.

"Well first I'm sorry for what happened to you with the paparazzi, at least your agencies manage the whole situation well but don't worry I don't have any doubts that you will achieve the top ten hero podium. So you wanted to know my personal life or my work life?,".

"All of it," He admitted with a devilish smile painted on his face.

"You jerk, so where do I start," taking a deep breath, "let's talk first about work, even though I told my parents it was my own decision to be on holiday, actually, it is more like my agency imposed me to take this vacation, because of the critiques. Although my recent book was a success to the public, the critiques were, well, quite harsh.

I have been working in this industry for a long time to develop a thick skin towards harsh criticisms but my agency didn't take it well, they told me, I should take time off from working before publishing a new book. They don't want to see again what they read about me in those articles written by literary critics, phrases like 'The book is so predictable, 'Has Adrianne lost her spark of writing?', 'The book is not on the same level as the other that she wrote', 'I will not even read to meet pets'.

He put down the menu card in his hands, "Y/n, I'm sorry for what happened to you but don't let those critics let you down. I know your worth as an writer and looks like also my colleagues know it, the way they were down knowing you took half year off from writing, you should have seen their reaction when they red what those literary critics wrote about you they were furious to them and every time they talk about your stories and theories about it, their face are engulfed of joy" he said taking both of your hands in his and slightly squeeze it. "Y/n if you can only see the happiness of my co-workers imagines the joy you bring to others millions of people that read your stories around the globe," he expressed with a smile on his face, after all the years that you know him that smile always brings you comfort. "Y/n remember you are the one who brought that medium company to become one of the biggest and most important company in New York with your amazing works, you are their big fish. Even if those literary critics didn't like your books, what can your company do against you? Fire you? Please they are nothing without you," he added.

Trying to not laugh at his last statement, she dried the tears forming in her eyes for the words of support from her friend, she said, "Ohhh Yuga chan, you really know how to make a woman cry".

He winked at her, "What can I say, it's the charm of being a hero".

"Ok let's stop with these tear-jerking moments and let's order." Playfully slapping his arm and picking up the menu card to choose what to order. "I honestly don't know what to pick besides their cheesecake, there are so many to choose from".

"Well I also recommend you to check their drinks,".

Flipping through the pages of the menu card, she decided what to choose, " I know what to order and you?," He nodded indicating to her, he was also ready to order.

A waitress came towards them after she called her, "Hi, are you ready to take an order?".

Y/n spoke for both of them, " Yeah, we both chose the cheesecake and for the drinks a black tea and a bottle of water".

"I'm sorry to say this but there is only one cheesecake left," the waitress informed them both.

"It's ok Y/n you can take it-"

"You are more excited than me to try their cheesecake, so I will pick the tiramisù instead of the cheesecake," she said to the waitresses.

Once the waitress was gone Aoyama told her best friend, " I still can't believe it, our friendship basically started thanks to cheese".

She laughed at what he said because it was basically the truth, she remembered the day she met him.

Her mother gave birth to her in Musutafu, Japan, but at the age of five her mother decided to move to London. When the young girl asked the reason why they needed to reside in another country, her mother's eyebrow frowned at the question but there was an evident sadness in her eyes and a wounded look she tried to hide under a smile. Her mom lowered herself to approach the same height of her child and with her hand she gently patted the hair of her daughter and with hesitation she answered "It's for the best".

So the single mother and her daughter lived their life in tranquillity, trying to fit in a new community and culture with her mother working as a nurse in a big hospital in London and her going to school and living most of her childhood in England.

Y/n didn't make a lot of friends considering her timid nature until one day she discovered a blog that contains: information, fun facts and new discovery about cheeses. A lot of kids around her age didn't like the smell of it and they always say it because the smell of it reminds them of sticky feet. So when she met on this blog a person around her same age that also has the same passion as her they immediately became friends and this boy's name was Yuga Aoyama.

The young girl and her online friend almost spent their time together, talking about what they wanna be in the future.

"Y/n chan when I grow up I want to be a hero just like All Might," the young boy announced, showing to her the All Might plushie.

"I don't really know what I want to be when I grow up, maybe just like my mama?. I just want one day to meet you in person Yuga,".

Unbeknownst to the ten years old girl, her wish will become reality when her mother informs her that they will go back to live again in Musutafu ,Japan. Her mom receives an offer to work as an assistant for Recovery Girl and to her mother's surprise her daughter was more than happy to go back to Japan because this means that she will have the opportunity to meet her online friend in person.

After five years living in England they are finally back in Japan. Her mother was euphoric for the fact that both of them are finally back in their home country and after a few weeks of fixing their apartment Y/n didn't lose time to meet her online friend in person and they decided to meet near the UA school.

After meeting in person the two became closer to each other and their friendship solidified over the years until they both went to the UA high school with Aoyama achieving his dream to go to the hero course and her simply frequenting the general department.

The first year of UA recently started and Aoyama and her were walking in the hallway of the school to go to the cafeteria during lunch break, their peaceful conversation was interrupted when they heard loud noises coming from their back.

There was a boy with blond hair and a black lightning symbol on his hair that just passed them running from something or rather from someone, "You see that boy his name is Kaminari, one of my classmates but I don't know why he's running this fast".

She was going to tell her best friend something until she heard another loud sound of explosion coming from behind her. When she turned around to see what was the cause of the tumult the girl notice another blond boy running towards them with a furios remark on his face, the boy was clearly using his quirk in the school hallway, even if he wasn't allowed to, a blast of explosion appearing on his hands to be able to run faster and Y/n seeing all of this was already ready to ignore it until she heard.

"SHINE!".

After hearing those words coming from the blond boy, Y/n was astonished by what she realised and she didn't even register that she basically screamed to the boy, "What it's you".

Bakugo was searching for Kaminari trying to teach him a lesson for a stupid prank that him and Mineta played on him. After giving a lesson to Mineta it was Kaminari turns now, he was running to find him until he lost sight of him, the only evidence where to find him was hearing his scream of terror trying to escape from Bakugo. The angry blond male immediately knew where the noise was coming from and it was from the hallway near the cafeteria and of course Bakugo didn't lose time and he instantly used his quirk to run faster towards the hallway where the scream of Kaminari was coming from.

Out of frustration he let out a curse but he didn't know that screaming that word can change his life forever.

In the hallway he saw his classmate Aoyama and a girl near him, he was going to ignore them until the unknown girl screamed at him.

Bakugo was continuously running but eventually lose his balance and control of his quirk when the girl in front of him screamed at him, his pupil become more dilated and suddenly his breath grow shorter until he was a few steps from the unknown girl and at that moment he completely lose track of his footstep making him fell on the ground with the girl under him.

Y/n didn't understand what just happened, her body was lying on the ground and she felt a weight of another person on top of her, when she opened her eyes she was greeted with a pair of carmine eyes observing her movement attentively.

" Fuck it's you then ," Bakugo said.

"Y/n ," he called her, "you were zoning out," he added.

"I'm sorry I was thinking of something," she created an excuse, mentally scolding herself to stop reminiscing about the past with rose tinted glasses.

He was going to say something until both of their attention was now focused on the tv near them.

There was a lady in her thirties announcing that one month from now there will be an annual hero gala and the woman was presenting which heroes will be present that night. The lady was showing pictures of various superheroes which some of them were familiar to Y/n from Aoyama and old UA students but what caught her attention was the remark that the woman said when she presented the pictures of Bakugo and her girlfriend.

Look at those two our national sweet couple, we all can't wait to see them and in a few months by now there will be their six years anniversary together .

Y/n and Yuga looked at each other's eyes and they cringed at that nickname that the host gave them.

"National sweet couple? Seriously?," she asked, trying to hold her laugh.

A hand in front of his mouth to suppress his laugh, he said, "Believe me there are worse nicknames that I heard about those two. But you know what is more interesting," he suddenly lowered his voice and asked her to come near him, "there are some rumours in the hero circle that say that Bakugo cheated multiple times on Yua".

At his last statement, she looked with sadness at the golden ring present on her fourth finger and thought Well this isn't like the first time that happen.

" but you know, what is the most interesting part of the 'cheating rumors' about Bakugo is that none of it comes out from the public's eyes," he added.

"Well this is strange considering this is the type of news paparazzi and the media will fight to know ".

Suddenly the conversation she was having with her friends was interrupted when a waitress served them their food.

"Y/n let's stop talking about Bakugo love life, tell me about yours-".

"Not existent," she cut him short.

"Oh c'mon Y/n there will be someone who can make your heart beat again- ".

His complaints were interrupted with the ring of her phone.

"Who is it?," he asked.

She checked her phone and told him, " It's Aki".

"Speaking of the devil. You mean that Aki, the son of the president of the company you work for? The golden bachelor of your company and every female tried to seduce but failed eventually?," he said, drinking his tea.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your fantasies but he's only a good friend of mine, probably he only called just to talk about work knowing him," she admitted, answering the call.

"Hi Aki, ohh you're coming to Japan, when?,".

She heard her friend whispering to her, "Interesting," she rolled her eyes at her friend's comment.

"Ok bye Aki,".

"So what did you talk about,".

She told Aoyama what they talked about and it was mainly about work. Aki is the vice president of the company and in a few days he will come to Japan to take over an important project that was to build a new branch company located in Tokyo.

"And he also asked me if he can take me out to dinner when he will be here,".

"Well well well this sounds like a date to me. Do you ever think that he might have feelings for you?," he asked.

She defended herself, "We knew each other for a few years now, if he ever had feelings for me I should have noticed it by now".

" Y/n , I mean you didn't even notice when Bakugo had-".

She knew exactly where he was coming from and she didn't like it. She touched the ring in her finger with her other hand and with a firm voice she said to him, " Aoyama, stop, I might have not noticed in the past but now I will definitely know if someone has it".

Aoyama noticed her discomfort around that particular subject and he immediately tried to ask for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. I should've thought better before bringing it out that subject".

"It's ok Yuga. I shouldn't be angry with you about things that happened years ago," she comforted him, returning to her calm nature.

"No no no I'm on the wrong side this time and I want you to forgive me by going shopping and let me pay for your stuff," he informed her.

"Wait no you shouldn't do it-".

"I insist Y/n and I don't accept no for an answer," he announced, winking at her.

"I mean if you insist….".

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Wait for me on the other side 3/8

Chapter Summary:

Rain... Fireworks... Romance?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82052251

April 15, 2021 - 7:00

Loki, his heart pounding, approached the mailbox whose flag was raised.

He opened it and unfolded the small note with trembling fingers.

Thank you for this lovely attention. I haven't stopped wearing it since I received it.

You tell me that this connection with me allows you to open up to others and not feel alone anymore and you ask me if I want to continue this correspondence?

I don't want to stop either!

I don't know if we'll ever meet, but I want to continue to get to know you and for you to get to know me.

Tell me what you like.

Yours, Mobius.

Loki breathed a sigh of relief, put the letter in his pocket and left. He would have to work before he could write. This was no longer a matter of a quick word, he wanted to take time to think before he wrote.

As he walked through the school gates, although he loved his job, for once he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

April 17, 2019

Mobius was sitting in what had become his special Loki spot, the armchair in front of the bay window, a steaming cup of coffee next to him, reading Loki's latest letter.

I love Norse mythology and my work.

My favorite cocktail is Gimlets, gin and lime.

This brings me to my favorite color: green.

I have a sweet tooth, I like all kinds of sweets and pastries, and on the other hand I also like everything spicy.

I like quiet evenings reading and listening to music.

I like Jane Austen, The Brontë sisters and Paulo Coehlo.

I like to use metaphors but I have heard that they are not always great.

And although I can't stand violence, I like daggers, especially old ones.

Oh and I forgot, I like the house on the hill.

Mobius promised himself to go and see in Sylvie's antique weapons store if she had any antique daggers.

I can't stand cruelty, condescension, and lies.

And although they are green I hate peas.

Mobius laughed at the last sentence, he finished his coffee and went to get his notepad to start writing.

April 19, 2021

Loki, sitting cross-legged on his couch with Croki's head on his leg, was reading Mobius' latest letter.

I like to take watches apart and put them back together, to see the mechanism inside. They are all different.

I like to walk in the streets of New York and discover places by chance.

I like to draw, or rather make sketches that I never finish.

I like whiskey, Jack Daniels, and occasionally a good glass of red French Bordeaux wine.

I like all kinds of music, but my preference is for jazz.

I don't like lies, preconceived judgments, and gratuitous meanness, well, just plain meanness.

And I also like the house on the hill.

How did you end up living there anyway?

Loki read the letter again, folded it up and put it in the little box with the others before going to bed and thinking about what he would answer the next day.

April 21, 2019

Mobius went out still in his robe because it was a day of rest. He was surprised to see that Loki had already answered if he was to believe the little flag. He refused to question the fact that his heartbeat had accelerated.

He went to get the letter, then read it in front of his breakfast, Croki at his feet.

I rented it after college. It was the strangest place I had ever seen. I couldn't imagine anyone building it. Or... I couldn't imagine anyone building it and not living in it. I liked the way it sort of...hovered over the water. I loved that path that led to it. I don't know why, it has a strange, timeless charm.

April 23, 2021

Loki, on break between classes, took the letter out of his pocket and read it again.

Yes, the fact that you have to walk so much to get to the front door and that it's uphill, it's like you have to earn the right to enter the house. Every time you enter the house, it's like you're embarking on a quest whose prize is the right to enter.

I'm sorry, I must sound eccentric.

April 24, 2019

During his lunch break, and all day, he read that simple phrase from Loki over and over again.

Don't apologize, you can be eccentric. You can be whatever you want.

Mobius had always felt different, both in his personal and professional life choices, and this simple phrase eased some of his inner struggles. He couldn't ignore the warm feeling in his chest.

*********

A few weeks passed. The wind was blowing violently on a late spring day in New York. Loki was walking rapidly towards the school. His phone started to vibrate in his pocket, he grabbed it to answer the call.

-Yes?

Loki lost the smile on his face.

-Look, this isn't easy for me either. You know that... no, I'm not mad that you called. I just... I'm sorry, I have to go to work and I...

He was approaching the school and didn't want to continue this conversation as more and more students came in.

-I don't think that's a good idea. No. Sigyn, I'm asking you not to come. Because we need more time... Especially if we want to stay friends. I just don't think we should... look, I'm on my way to work, we'll talk about it. Bye.

Loki sighed, shaking his head as he walked through the large front door.

" Already feeling demotivated?" asked Natasha as she greeted him with a smile.

"Oh no no!" protested Loki.

"That's good timing. Heimdall has caught the flu and we need someone to cover his classes while he's absent. Since you have an art degree, I was wondering if..."

"No worries! I'm happy to oblige."

"Perfect," Natasha thanked him, "You can check with the assistant about Heimdall's schedule and make arrangements then. Thank you Loki, really. If the exams weren't coming up, I wouldn't have asked you."

Loki replied, "No worries, really."

If anything, he was glad to see that even though he was the last one in and the youngest teacher, he was trusted.

At the end of the week, as he walked home with his arms full of groceries, he thought maybe he should have thought about it before saying yes.

Because he was exhausted.He hadn't realized how much time and energy it would take to handle two positions.

Fortunately, Heimdall was back at work on Monday.

Loki put his groceries in the car and thought he'd stop by the house on the hill before heading home.

When he arrived, the little flag was up.

He took the letter and opened it.

Hi, pen pal. You haven't written in a while. I hope all is well.

You actually I

This is ridiculous, just a few words to write and it makes me sound like a babbling teenager.

Well I'm writing it down: I MISS YOU

It was obvious that the last words had been written with force.

Loki felt a strange warm feeling in his chest. He had also hugely missed the correspondence, so he hurried to answer on the spot and put the letter in the box before going home.

**********

Parking the car in front of the mailbox, Mobius chose to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he saw the little flag raised.

He took the letter out of the box and once he got home, Croki fed, he went to his favorite place to read the letter.

It has been a difficult week.

I couldn't get away from work and only had the strength to go to bed at night. I can't remember the last time I looked up at the sky, or saw a damn tree. That's what I miss. The nature around me.

It's not so bad when I'm busy. It's when I have a minute to breathe, to look around, that it seems really hard. I wonder what I'm doing here, alone, in this gray city. I miss the trees.

PS: I missed you too

June 15, 2019 - 9:00 pm.

In the evening, Mobius left the house with a small tree in the pickup's trailer. He was driving towards the city.

June 15, 2021 - 9:30 pm

In the middle of the walk from school to his apartment, Loki saw the black rain clouds gathering in the sky. Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder in the distance and as he was on the home stretch, the rain began to pour.

June 15, 2019 - 9:35 PM

Arriving at 105 MacDougal Street - Greenwich Village, obviously still under construction, Mobius parked the pickup and pulled a shovel and the tree from the trailer. He began digging a hole outside the construction site that would become Loki's apartment building. Once finished, he began planting the tiny, fragile tree.

June 15, 2021 - 9:35 pm

Loki was completely soaked as he walked the last few yards to his front door. He struggled to find his keys, dropped them, and grew more and more frustrated as the rain poured down on him, when suddenly it stopped. He was baffled, as thunder and lightning continued to flash across the sky, and the rain continued to fall all around him, but not on him.

He looked up.

Above him were the dense green leafy branches of a young tree that formed a canopy swaying in the rain right above Loki. It hadn't been there a second ago, but now it was sheltering him, and Loki was stunned.

June 15, 2019 - 9:37pm

Mobius smiled as he swung the shovel into the pickup's trailer before heading home.

June 15, 2021 - 9:37 pm

Loki, overcome with emotion, broke into a smile and whispered to Mobius, even though he couldn't hear him, "Thank you."

Raindrops fell through the green branches as Loki danced under the tree, his face to the sky.

*********

2019 - A few days later

Casey stood on the small path in front of Mobius' house, "Wow!!!"

Mobius motioned for him to follow him inside.Casey entered, still stunned by the house.

"So, this is where you're hiding?"

Mobius replied with a smile, "Yeah.You want a beer?"

"Yeah thanks."

Mobius pulled two beers out of the fridge and they went to the chairs in front of the bay window and talked about the house for a while. Casey had lots of questions.

Casey took a sip and his face became more serious.

"Mobius. I didn't just come here to escape my pathetic existence in the city. I came to talk to you about TK and ask you to come back with us. We need you."

Mobius shook his head, "TK? Sorry Casey but no."

"I'm sure if you talked to her..." insisted Casey.

"Forget it.Ravonna doesn't want me to come back. I don't want to come back. Everyone's happier now."

Casey argued, "What about your work? Your work was awesome. Even she admitted that. Look, I know it's hard, but if you put your problems with her aside, you-"

"I said forget it." replied Mobius, this time with a sharp tone before softening, "Sorry. It's just... I like it here. And I like my job at the store."

Casey nodded and accepted the answer before asking, curious again, "Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

Mobius answered after a slight hesitation that didn't go unnoticed, "No."

"Why did you hesitate?"

"I didn't hesitate."

"Yes, you did."

Mobius insisted, "I...I'm not involved with anyone, okay?"

"Okay." replied Casey, who smiled playfully before continuing, "All I'm saying is that maybe you should think about the future."

Mobius began to laugh. He couldn't stop himself.

Casey looked at him as if he had gone crazy, "What?"

Mobius continued to laugh.

"What?"

**********

A few days later, with Loki's letter open in the passenger seat of his pickup, Mobius drove to the train station near Brooklyn College of Arts.

He parked, picked up the letter and got out, heading for the entrance to the station.

Around this time two years ago, I lost something.

In the Brooklyn train station.

I was going back to my parents and left it on the platform. See if you can find it for me. I won't tell you what it is.

Then put it in the mailbox. It's your mission if you choose to accept it.

Mobius could not resist a challenge. So he found himself at that moment looking for an object he knew nothing about. He walked through the station. There were a few people. He looked for a single man and saw none. Just a few families and an elderly couple.

He continued to search when suddenly, through the window overlooking the station platform, he saw a young man with long black hair get up and get ready to board the train.

Mobius wasn't sure if it was him, but he felt deep down that he was Loki, and he was amazingly handsome. Mobius hurried through the door and onto the station platform. He was about to head towards him when he stopped.

The young man had embraced a woman who had her back to Mobius.

They kissed and said goodbye.

Neither of them noticed that Loki, for it was undoubtedly Loki, had left a book on the bench behind him. Mobius saw it, but it would be awkward to approach and interrupt the kiss. He hesitated.

The train driver announced the final boarding.

Loki separated from the woman, obviously reluctantly, and boarded the train.

The woman Loki had kissed did not move and watched the train pull away until it was completely out of sight. He did not notice the book. Mobius watched him leave and once he was gone, he approached the bench. He looked at the book that Loki had left behind. It was a well-worn copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen. It had definitely been Loki.

********

Loki impatiently went to the mailbox, thinking that perhaps Mobius had already been to the station.

He opened it, and was disappointed when he didn't see the book and just a little note.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE 4TH OF JULY?

Loki, a little disappointed, answered immediately on the same piece of paper and just as he was about to leave, he heard the characteristic sound of the little flag being raised and went back to the box and opened it. He grabbed the small paper and unfolded it.

L: Going to the fireworks, I guess.

I go every year. Why?

M: Would you like to watch them together? From the cliff. The fireworks on the lake are beautiful

L: I know, I watched them from the house the time I lived there.

You're not asking me out, are you?

M: No, no. I just thought it might be nice to do the same thing, that's all.

L: The same thing, two years apart.

M: It's better than staying home.

L: Okay. Let's go see the fireworks.

M: See you in 10 days then. July 4th at 10pm in front of the mailbox.

Mobius did not wait for an answer, and walked happily back to the house. Even though he had denied it, it still felt like a date of some sort.

The butterflies began to fly again.

July 4, 2019/2021 - 10:00 pm.

Two years apart, in the same place, Loki and Mobius sat next to the mailbox. Mobius brought one of the seats from the garden furniture and Loki brought an old folding camping seat in his car.

He is armed with his pad and pencil.

The strange and timeless conversation started again, always punctuated by the little flag that went up and down.

L: Did you go to the station? I never got my book.

M: Let me keep it for a while. I want to read it.

By the way, there's something I wanted to ask you.

Who was the girl at the station?

Your fiancée?

Why didn't you tell me about her?

Loki thought it sounded like Mobius was jealous, but didn't want to get the wrong idea.

L: You don't tell me about your love life either.

M: Because I don't have one unfortunately.

My God, I can't believe you didn't tell me you were married.

L: I'm not married. We broke up when I moved to New York.

I'm on my own.

The fireworks just started.

M: They started here too.

I'm sure yours are better, since it's supposed to get better every year.

L: Probably. Let's enjoy the sight.

Afterwards, during the fireworks, the flag did not move for a while. Then when the grand finale was over, and the silence fell, the flag suddenly rose, making Loki jump.

M: At the station, when I saw you... I didn't expect... I mean, you didn't tell me you were so gorgeous.

Loki read these words and could not suppress a small gasp of surprise. He looked around embarrassed even though he knew for a fact that no one was there.

L: Not fair.

You saw me but I still don't know what you look like.

Mobius ran his hand over his face and figured that since it was truth night, he might as well go for it.

M: You're right. I wouldn't mind knowing what I'll look like in two years. Why don't we meet in the future and tell me what you think?

Loki thought about it and then looked at his watch, it was 10:43 pm, he took a deep breath, suddenly excited and nervous

L: Why don't you call me on July 4, 2021 at 10:44 pm

As Loki finished the last line of the "4" the phone rang.

He almost fell out of his chair.

He steadied himself with a pounding heart and picked up, "Hello?"

________

Who is on the other end of the phone...?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

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