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reminiscing on days gone by…
#deeeeefinitely making it a goal to do more of these#wanna let people in on all the lore my ocs have !!#instead of rotating in my brain 24/7 lol#jamie dodger#nana peppermint#silver spanner#gingerverse#ginger bread family#mlp#my little pony#mlpfim#my art#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp:fim#oc#sketches#my oc#mlp oc
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How tall are all the characters?
Elliot: 6'0
Rett: 6'3
Draw: 5'10
Peppermint: 5'8
Basil: 5'2
Mint: 6'0
Nana: 4'11
Quienzy: 5'6
Rome: 5'4
Emit: 5'0
This is all in feet!
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Two to One | 13 |
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader x Midoriya
Chapter Title: Default Dance
Chapter 12 | Chapter 14
Story Masterlist
Summary: You are a simple college girl working at a cheap, back alley café! The top heroes, Deku and Ground Zero, visit your work in hopes of ordering coffee, but they pick something else up instead. You begin an interesting relationship with the pair, while slowly becoming aware of certain underhanded tactics they are using. Idolization isn't always that bad... Right?
WARNINGS: controlling, manipulative?
Deku never smiled as much as he did on television.
Izuku came down with a hearty fever within the first two nights of (Y/n) officially moving in.
Katsuki was quick to point his finger at her, blaming her for bringing her city germs into the house, but Izuku insisted one of his high school interns was coughing in his office a few days prior. Regardless, Katsuki kept his distance from both of them.
In the few hours he was awake, Izuku worked from home, sending reports to his agency secretaries and signing off on investigation collaborations. He slept most of the day otherwise, leaving (Y/n) alone in the spacious house.
All of her personal belongings were relocated to the new house, but it’d been an overwhelming feat to unpack most of the boxes – not that she had that many to begin with. Still, it gnawed at her how final this all seemed. She couldn’t help but feel like she jumped the gun a little too quickly when she saw the face her RA gave her when they exchanged lease documentation.
She’d never lived with any of her previous partners before. What would she tell Hana if she wanted to come over to hang out? Would Deku or Katsuki even be okay with her having guests at all? The last time she recalled needing approval for friends visiting was when she lived with her parents.
Her frown tightened as she performed the next dance move of Rich Girl by Gwen Stefani. She remained sour even as the TV screen dinged, signifying a perfect score.
Izuku groaned into the pillow, hearing the music travel up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Even with the door closed, it grew harder and harder for him to block out the nasally ‘Nana na na na na’s, the ache in his head pulsing with each beat, right behind his forehead. He texted (Y/n) a few minutes ago to turn the TV down, but she must not have seen it. He supposed this was his cue to get up.
Izuku – slowly, with no urgency about him – made his way to the kitchen. His cold was getting worse, but he didn’t want to worry Katsuki or (Y/n). He glanced at (Y/n) in the living room once he reached the bottom of the stairs, and on a normal day, his interest would’ve piqued to see her playing Just Dance.
However, today was not that day.
He turned and continued to the kitchen.
Izuku’s eyes could hardly stay open as he made himself a cup of peppermint tea, adding some honey for his throat. He took his time with it. Why not, right? Gwen Stefani was serenading him.
Deku never smiled as much as he did on television. That was one of the first things (Y/n) noticed when she moved in.
‘If I was a rich girl, nana na na na na–,’
(Y/n) was completely enthralled in the game, but once she turned around for a spin, she locked eyes with Izuku, who was leaning against the wall with his cup of tea.
“EE-eezuku!” She covered her mouth to conceal the tail end of her yelp before scrambling to finally turn off that damn game. “How long–?”
“Did you get my text?” Izuku cut (Y/n) off more harshly than intended, which took her by surprise. He’s never the one to do that. Izuku noticed his slip-up as quickly as she did, and he took a sip of his tea, glancing at the floor.
“No, I left my phone upstairs. What did it say?” (Y/n)’s voice was soft, worried that she missed something important. Izuku shifted his weight, his reply just as soft as hers, much gentler than his previous interruption.
“I was just trying to sleep,” his gaze flickered to the TV hanging on the wall behind her. (Y/n) got the hint.
“Oh… I’m sorry.”
Izuku nodded before turning away, withdrawing from her. “It’s okay.”
(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel compelled to follow him to the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?”
Izuku opened the fridge, bending over to check the lower shelves for something quick to eat. “Better.”
“Good.” She withheld the urge to feel his forehead to check his fever.
Izuku grabbed some bread, meat, and cheese to make a sandwich. He didn’t look at (Y/n) as he reached for condiments, which were right next to her.
Is he really that upset that she didn’t turn the TV down?
“Are you mad at me?”
It’s only natural to ask.
Izuku finally looked up at (Y/n), his face almost appalled at the question. “No,” was all he offered before biting into his sandwich and walking past her. “Just tired. And sick.”
He left her in the kitchen by herself.
With all of the audacity Katsuki carries, (Y/n) never anticipated how attentive he was towards Izuku.
She felt creepy, watching from the doorway as Katsuki spoon-fed Izuku the last of the homemade soup his mother dropped off. (Y/n) was in class when Mitsuki came by, but from what little Katsuki shared of his homelife, the Bakugous were a gourmet family, so it was no surprise they had their own recipe for everything.
Regardless of how big the house was, (Y/n) still felt lumpy and in the way. Katsuki brushed by her when they crossed paths in the hallways, almost purposefully knocking shoulders with hers. She didn’t have the heart to ask him if he actually was doing it on purpose, though; she still felt like a guest here.
More so now than ever, as she watched Katsuki kneel by the edge of bed, stroking the back of Izuku’s neck. Izuku was dozing off with a cooling pad on his forehead. They were muttering to each other about something, and Katsuki wore just a hint of a smile on his face as he monitored a drowsy Deku. (Y/n) didn’t want to interrupt them. They surely noticed she was there, but Katsuki wasn’t going to make an effort to call her in; Izuku was the priority at the moment. She observed how they looked at each other, and a black, tarry pit in her stomach kept telling her it was different from how they looked at her. Their hands found one another, Katsuki’s thickened skin naturally a comfort for Izuku, just as Izuku’s scars were for Katsuki.
(Y/n) hoped she caught the flu next week.
She turned and went back downstairs.
Days passed, and Izuku’s cold lessened into an irritating sore throat.
Izuku became antsy, not accustomed to being away from work for so long. The house was spotless from the compulsive cleaning he did when Katsuki wasn’t around (he would’ve gotten yelled at). (Y/n) gently suggested he continue resting, but her words went ignored. She then offered to help but was disregarded. That was fine with her; she was behind on her assignments because of her shifts at Satou’s.
Izuku’s weights clanged in the basement gym while she proofread a 10-page essay. (Y/n)’s fingers tapped on the keyboard, unable to focus on her work as she listened to her boyfriend work out. Two minutes passed, and there was silence. (Y/n) fixed a sentence on her document.
Clang!
She paused and waited.
Silence for another minute.
(Y/n) read another paragraph.
Clang!
Her concentration muddled once more, she groaned and closed her laptop.
Izuku almost instantly threw himself back into hero duty the second Katsuki’s mothering radar subsided.
The Bakugou-Midoriya-(Y/n) household found what their “normal” was.
Disgruntled Katsuki.
Overworked Izuku.
Unoccupied (Y/n).
It’s not like she was necessarily waiting for them to do anything with her! It’s just this situation screamed “roommates”. Isn’t that what they were now, though? Roommates with benefits, except they haven’t done anything sexual since Izuku’s got sick. (Y/n) wanted to talk to the two heroes to clear up any boundaries, but the throuple were hardly ever in the house at the same time. (Y/n) busied herself with schoolwork, carrying about her business as she usually would back in her apartment, except now there were two hunkering men lumbering about.
“Deku and I made dinner reservations for all of us tomorrow,” Katsuki mentioned over his shoulder.
Neither of them bothered to mention this to her before right now. (Y/n) tightened her lip to keep from rolling her eyes.
“I don’t think I can go. I’m going out tomorrow,” (Y/n) pondered aloud, scrolling through Instagram on her phone.
Katsuki’s attention, previously only halfway in the conversation, was now yanked fully into it. He finished his rep, setting the weighted barbell above him on the bar holder before sitting up on the bench. Sweat gleamed from his torso, and he grabbed the nearest rag to wipe his forehead.
“This is the first time I’m hearing about this,” he grunted, glancing up at (Y/n). She shrugged, still invested in her phone.
“I guess it was kinda last minute.” A slight jab.
Katsuki was quiet for a moment, trying to be careful about his words. “Does Deku know?” He asked, trekking over to the dumbbells.
“Does Deku know what?” Izuku suddenly called from beyond the basement stairs, the sound of the front door closing behind him. (Y/n) glanced upwards, noting how Deku always appeared at just the right moment.
Izuku took his sneakers off in the foyer, exchanging them for his slippers before bounding down the stairs. He was noticeably tired, and even though he wasn’t in his hero costume anymore, his clothes still seemed worn. He may have run into another villain on the way home.
Katsuki snorted a dry laugh, giving (Y/n) a look as he began another set for his workout. The dumbbells were bigger than (Y/n)’s head.
“I’m just going to a karaoke party tomorrow. Maybe some barhopping,” (Y/n) peeped from her place on the floor next to the weight rack. Katsuki glanced at his partner.
Izuku’s mouth tightened ever so slightly, but only Katsuki caught it. “Oh.”
“Who are you going with?” Izuku asked, hiding the hesitance in his tone as he stepped further into the basement.
Katsuki set the dumbbells down much quieter than Izuku did. (Y/n) didn’t know why they were making such a big deal about this.
“Hana. My coworker from Satou’s.”
Both men appeared to be in thought.
Izuku spoke first. “We can talk about it after we shower, okay?” He suggested with a soft smile, leaning back as an invitation for (Y/n) to follow him upstairs to the bathroom. (Y/n) remained seated on the gym floor.
“What’s the big deal?” She asked. Part of her was looking for a fight; they felt it. She wanted to do something with her friends, and they finally decided now was the time to give her attention? Katsuki and Izuku looked at each other. Katsuki was more reclusive than Izuku when voicing his concerns, so he withdrew as he wiped the bench down with a rag. Izuku sighed.
“We’re just worried,” Izuku spoke for the both of them, as he naturally did. (Y/n) blinked, setting her phone to the side as she prepared to hear them out.
“About what? I’m gonna be with my friends.”
Izuku scratched the back of his ear and stepped over to her, crouching down to her height on the floor.
“Everyone there is cool, I promise,” (Y/n) softened her voice, trying to comfort them further.
“(Y/n), we’re concerned about the college culture.”
(Y/n) furrowed her brow at that and glanced at Katsuki, who was watching the exchange.
“What do you mean by th–?”
“Just don’t be a whore,” Katsuki all but blurted as he picked up his water bottle and started chugging.
“Katsuki!” Izuku shouted over his shoulder. The volume didn’t seem to affect Katsuki, but it made (Y/n) jump. There was a beat of silence, as if Izuku was debating on yelling something else, but instead he turned back to look at her with an apologetic expression.
“We’re just worried about drinking and all that,” Izuku tried to explain, returning to his regular pitch. (Y/n) glanced between both of his eyes and held her tongue because she was about to tell him he sounded more like a father than a hero. “While they may not be villains, some people can do pretty villainous things, like slip something into your drink. If you’re going to drink, keep your drink on your person, and try not to take your eye off of it,” Izuku warned. (Y/n) shifted, and although she felt like he was overexaggerating everything, she still felt uneasy under his gaze.
“Yeah, I know…”
“And can you text our groupchat when you get there tomorrow? What time is it at? And the address?” Izuku asked, pulling his personal phone out of his pocket.
“Yeah, of course. I was going to, anyway,�� (Y/n) picked her own phone back up to check her texts with Hana. “Karaoke is at around 8:30 PM at 228 Yugun.”
“Text every thirty minutes,” came Katsuki’s request. (Y/n) looked over at him, then back at Izuku, who seemed to be typing the address and time into his phone reminders. There wasn’t any rebuttal from the other hero, so this seemed to be a consensus between the two of them.
“Okay.”
It was so much easier to socialize with Hana by (Y/n)’s side.
(Y/n) cheered along with everyone as Hana completed the song on the screen. It wasn’t perfect, but Hana laughed off her mistakes, something (Y/n) always admired about her.
Their other friend from school, Chiharu, was a naturally gifted singer and was getting high score after high score on each song. Natsuko and Jin, who were dating, sang a duet but were too tipsy to get a score above 37%. Every time someone offered (Y/n) the mic, she politely declined, satisfied with simply sipping on her drink and eating some of the platter.
“Jin fucked that one up that time!” Natsuko laughed, slipping her jacket off and resting it on the seat behind her. Jin was carefree and good-natured. Patient. Everyone in the group knew Jin and Nat were a good match. Jin was flipping through the available list of songs, her shoulder-length hair swaying when she wiped some of the beer from her lip.
“You can’t blame all of that on me,” Jin retorted playfully. Chiharu suddenly shot up from her seat, pointing at the screen.
“Wait! Pick that one! Pick that one! I know the Tiktok dance to it.”
“Oh, God, nooooooo, boooooo,” Hana moaned with a thumbs down.
“Wait, no, I wanna see her do it!” Came Nat from the other side of the room.
(Y/n) sunk into the couch, cradling her drink as she glanced from person to person, a blissful smile on her face. After a dedicated discussion, Jin finally picked the Tiktok song. Just as Chiharu was warming up for her dance, (Y/n)’s phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her bag.
(09:48) Katsuki : What time you coming back?
(09:50) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : not sure yet
Katsuki is typing…
(09:50) Katsuki : Can you ask?
(Y/n) sighed and scratched her head.
(09:51) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : i asked. No one knows
Katsuki started typing again. He was typing for a while, but then the bubble disappeared. (Y/n) stared at the screen. He began typing again.
(09:53) Katsuki : Deku’s picking you up
(09:53) Katsuki : When you’re done.
(Y/n) replied with a thumbs up emoji.
(09:54) Katsuki : So let us know when you’re almost done, so he can head over there.
(09:54) Katsuki : Are you drinking?
Jesus Christ, Katsuki can talk when he wants to. (Y/n) shifted in her seat, setting her drink down on the table in front of her so she can type with both hands. Hana eyed her.
(09:55) (Y/N)ヾ☆* : I will
(Y/n) didn’t know if he responded because she shoved her phone back into her bag. She looked over and saw Hana already looking at her.
“You okay?” Hana asked.
“Oh, yeah. Just group project stuff.”
Hana nodded, understanding. Nat then came over and handed mics to her and (Y/n).
“I picked out this duet just for you two.”
(Y/n) and Hana stood on the curb with their arms locked at the elbow as they waved goodbye to their friends, watching the three of them stumble away in the direction of their apartments. Jin and Natsuko lived together, and Chiharu lived in the complex around the corner from them. Hana lived on the opposite side of the city campus, so (Y/n) offered to walk her. They were both laughing at a video someone posted on Twitter of the Deku Fortnite skin.
“Why didn’t they include Shoto? Dynamight and Deku, but no Shoto?”
“I don’t know, maybe he didn’t approve it,” (Y/n) remarked, watching Deku’s character dance on Hana’s phone. “And with good reason.”
“And Dynamight did?!”
(Y/n) shrugged, sputtering a laugh. “Maybe Dynamight likes the game.” By force of habit, (Y/n) pulled her own phone out of her bag to check her notifications. She ended up ignoring it for most of the night, so she couldn’t imagine what she missed.
To her surprise, she only missed one text from Katsuki and one text from Izuku. Izuku was letting her know the time he was picking her up at, which was… in 3 minutes.
(Y/n) stopped walking, her sudden halt pulling Hana back. Hana looked at her, confused.
“So, my ride is actually a few minutes away, and I only gave them the address to the karaoke bar…”
Hana understood, and she smiled. “Oh, okay! Text me when you get home?”
(Y/n) didn’t think Hana realized she didn’t live on campus anymore.
“Of course.”
Izuku pulled up to the curb in the sleek black car he and Katsuki alternated driving. They had other cars, but they both must’ve preferred this one. It was 1 in the morning, and the streets were starting to quiet down.
He wordlessly unlocked the car, and (Y/n) popped into the passenger side, smiling. Izuku didn’t give much of a greeting as he pulled off as soon as she buckled in.
(Y/n) broke the silence first. “I didn’t know you were in Fortnite.”
It was dark in the car, but (Y/n) could see the way his brow furrowed as he drove, as if he were trying to recall what on earth she was referring to.
“Katsuki’s in Fortnite, too,” she giggled. “Your costumes look a lot different, though.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he was no louder than a mumble as he looked past (Y/n) to make a turn.
(Y/n) sunk into her seat, taking this as her cue to leave him alone. Where Katsuki pushed her when he was upset, Izuku ignored her.
“How was your night?” He finally asked, after the lights of the city became sparser. (Y/n) perked up.
“It was a lot of fun! I was a little nervous to sing, so I spent a lot of time watching my friends, but Hana and I did a song together near the end.”
She didn’t know, but Izuku could smell the alcohol on (Y/n)’s breath, and he slightly turned his head away from her as she spoke.
“You have a lot to drink?” He asked quietly, a hand leaving the steering wheel to scratch his ear.
“No, not a lot.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know, I wasn’t really–”
“How much, (Y/n)?”
(Y/n) looked over at him, blinking. Izuku’s gaze was still fixed on the road.
“I think no more than five,” she peeped. She watched him.
Izuku continued driving. They were almost home.
“You think?”
“I think, yeah.”
He was silent. He made another turn, and the light from a streetlamp shined down on half of his face, so (Y/n) could finally discern him. He appeared unaffected.
(Y/n) didn’t know what else to say, and whatever buzz she was feeling before quickly dissipated. She sat there with her hands folded in her lap. If this was Katsuki, she would’ve yelled back at him, but this was Izuku. Izuku has a different command about him.
The car was parked, and (Y/n) looked up. They were home. Izuku turned the car off, but he didn’t unbuckle. He turned to (Y/n), the light from the porch finally illuminating his face enough to give (Y/n) an emotion she recognized: pity.
“Please try to keep track next time.”
(Y/n) didn’t know what to say.
“Okay…”
Izuku got out of the car, closed the door, and headed inside with his hands in his pockets, leaving (Y/n) alone in the car.
#this is forever going to be the chapter that ive stared at for months#tto#bakudeku x reader#deku x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugou#deku x bakugou x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#izuku x reader#midoriya izuku x reader#mha x reader#bnha x reader
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this time it's forever
─── max talks, he loves to talk. especially about her.
pairing: max verstappen x her
warnings: this is sad; mentions of loss & death
“how do you know her?”
max turns his head in the direction of the voice. he doesn’t recognize the old lady who sits beside him, but he smiles politely anyways. he shuffles over a little bit to give her room to set her purse down.
“she’s my best friend, and my first love.” he smiles fondly as he turns towards the front of the room, staring at the smile he had fallen for all those years ago. “how about you?”
“extended family, she’s my grand-niece. it’s nice that you came.”
“how could i not?” he chuckles softly, looking down at his lap. his hands slide down his thighs, down to the tops of his knees, an anxious tick he never quite got over. the little old lady hums softly beside him, shifting left to right in his seat trying to get a view of the front of the room.
“i’m pretty sure i see some seats towards the front of the room,” max offers, craning his neck to look over the rows of people ahead of him.
“nonsense, the seat i have his perfectly fine. i also don’t want to leave you, son. i don’t think this is something you should be alone for.”
max is grateful, the corners of lips twitching upwards and his cheeks indenting ever so lightly. little old lady introduces herself as nana, and nothing else. she offers him a peppermint from her purse, but he declines shyly.
“so, tell me about her.”
he can’t help the thoughtful smile that graces his lips as he remembers her and the moments he was given to love her. he tells nana about meeting her. she was alone in the back corner of the restaurant, dipping bread in oil and vinegar. he spotted her from the other end of the room, also on a date that wasn’t doing all too well either. she sat for a whole hour, nursing bottomless bread and a martini, before he finally got up and walked over to her. his date was in the bathroom— had been in the bathroom for a while at that point. if he had to guess, she probably left after she realized he had been looking past her the entire time.
he talks about the conversation over another basket of bread, another hour of small talk turned big. he tells nana about how he asked for her number and her refusal to give it. meet me here next friday at 7, maybe then i’ll give you my number, she said.
so he showed up that following friday at 6:45. he sat on the bench outside and waited for her to walk by. and the rest is history.
he tells nana that her favorite color is a deep red, but also a light peach. she likes morning runs, and always has two glasses of water right after she’s done. she hates asparagus, but max managed to convince her to try it once. she loves traveling— her favorite place to go to is st. moritz. she loves the snow, she loves being in the cold.
he talks about how great she is, how selfless she’s always been. he says that he fell for her and the way she listened. she always listened, even if max had been talking for hours (which he has), she listens like it’s only been a minute. she is compassionate, caring, and she loves with every fiber of herself.
he tells nana that she’s one of the greatest people he’s ever met.
“well… what went wrong?”
max leans back into the chair, shrugging his shoulders. “what always goes wrong. we grew apart, wanted different things. it was never anything bad, and even when we ended things we remained friends.”
nana smiles at him, leans over and pats his leg. “you’re a good boy.”
he’s never really been known to be— good that is. always in the wrong, always never enough. max is the furthest thing from a good boy. but the way nana said it made him believe it was true. he smiles at the older woman, before turning back to the front of the room. he sees your smile again, it breaks his heart a little.
“he’s cute, do you know him?”
max follows her finger, finding charles standing at the front of the room right next to her. he wears the same suit that he is, black over a white button up. the knot of his tie is done up tightly, neat and pressed. max is sure he learned that from her.
“yeah, that’s charles. we work together, had some great battles too. he’s a good guy.”
charles is everything max isn’t. a charmer, always enough. charles is a good guy.
“i actually was the one to introduce them,” max continues.
max talks, he loves to talk. he tells nana that they had met when she visited him in monaco. she pulled him out of bed for a morning run and they ran into charles when he was on his way in. they’d always been friendly after that, charles always smiling and saying hello. there wasn’t any overlap, max reassures. they started dating two years after she and max called it quits. she called him one night, it had been a while since he’d heard from her besides routine holiday and birthday greetings.
she told him everything. about how they had reconnected out of the blue, and how he called her every night to say sweet dreams. her voice was excited when she spoke of charles, she sounded happy. she told him that she didn’t want things to be weird, but that she felt that he should know. and though max said it was okay, he wasn’t sure then.
he said it was okay because she was honest, that she had the decency to give him a warning rather than letting him find out through some post online. he said it was okay because it’s charles, he’s a good guy— and it’s her, she deserved to be happy.
he wasn’t sure till he saw her in monaco again, sporting that bright scarlett red in support of her new boyfriend. he saw the way her eyes lit up, the smile gracing her painted lips when he speaks. not even on their best days did max ever see her look up at him like that. it stung, another shot at his ego.
there was a little bit of resentment for charles, max admits. he would compare himself to the monegasque, pick apart his character in his head. they aren’t all that different. both driven, both competitive, both good at what they do. but he was just better at loving you.
“but it didn’t sting all the time.” max tries to round up his story, “i got over it eventually, i moved on.”
“no animosty between you and him?”
max shakes his head, “no no, nothing like that. how could i be mad? he’s a good guy. plus, i like them together. he made her happy. and i like seeing her happy, it suits her.”
“you still love her, don’t you?” nana’s smile is sad, almost pitiful, as she watches the way max stares up at her.
he doesn’t hestitate to nod, “yeah, i think i always will. she’s my first love, and there really is no getting over something as great as that.”
“how did you hear?”
the nostalgic smile falls from his face. “charles called. didn’t think too much of it, we talk sometimes, try to get dinner with some of the other people we work with. but then he said it… to be honest i still haven’t really processed it.”
“it takes time dear.”
“how much time?”
nana shrugs, her small hand coming up to pat his shoulder. “i wish i knew son, i wish i knew.”
he nods, trying to ignore the way hopelessness picks at his heart. “i uh… i’m gonna go say hi.”
she shoos him off, and max stands. he feels out of place, like he doesn’t belong. nobody spares him a second look as he walk to the front of the room. he wonders if everyone was reminiscing the same way he just was, thinking of all the greatest moments spent with her.
charles opens and extends his arms towards max when he spots him getting closer. they hug each other tightly, firm pats on the back. and when they pull away, they reflect the other: bloodshot eyes and sad smiles.
“i’m so sorry for your loss mate.” max mumbles.
charles sniffles, running a tissue under his nose, “glad you could make it, she would’ve been happy to see you came.”
max turns towards her smile, immortalized in a frame forever. his eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t try to stop them this time. he lets them fall onto his cheeks, for the first time since finding out, he allows himself to grieve. he grieves for all the good times and bad, he grieves for what was and what could’ve been. he grieves you for the second time in his life, this time forever.
note: i know i have reqs & wips waiting for me. but i needed to get this out of my system. the itch has been scratched.
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Santa Claus Is Back In Town
Word Count: 1,062
Writers Note: This is a Christmas one shot I had in mind and I dedicate it to @sissylittlefeather
Warning: Fluffy
Pairing: POC OC x Elvis
Plot: It's 1965 and Cecelia and the twins are decorating the tree with an unsuspected return from Elvis
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Graceland December 1965
Christmas was always a favorite holiday in the Graceland mansion. The driveway lined with Christmas trees and lights and the usual Tennessee snow on the ground. It was beginning to feel like Christmas, but it was still missing. Something, Cecelia had been looking at the picture of Elvis by the stairs, wistfully wishing he was here to make the season. But he was in California filming another movie that he'd complain about, and she'd listen and give him advice.
"Mmm... We could put the garland here..." Cecelia smiled, telling one of the maids to place it. In her hand was a champagne glass of hot chocolate covered in peppermints, and in her other a string of Christmas lights. She had wanted to get the main interior decorating done before Jesse and Elaine woke up and began to wreak four-year-old havoc upon the house and her. It wasn't to say Cecelia didn't love her kids. She did, and she adored them. She'd do anything for them, but sometimes a mama bear needed a break too.
"Mama?" both Jesse and Elaine were at the steps rubbing their eyes,
"Down here." Jesse and Elaine's eyes both got huge when they saw the decorations. It looked as if Santa Claus was living with them, and they were in bliss. Cecelia could see their eyes twinkling, and for a moment, they both looked like their father whenever he was around Christmas decorations. Oh, how Cecelia was missing him,
"Is... Is, is daddy back yet?" Elaine asked as she sat on the couch in the living room, kicking her feet back and forth. Elaine was a daddy's girl through and through, so much so. She was born with his brownish-blonde hair and his smile,
"Noy yet, pumpkin. But I can call him and see." Cecelia smiled, walking towards the phone, "He might be busy filming."
"Another one!" Jesse smiled, "I like Papa's movies! My favoritest one is."
"GI BLUES!" The twins said together as Cecelia snickered. It was one of her favorites, too.
"Daddy looks pretty in it!" Elaine smiled as Jesse stuck his tongue out,
"Nu-uh, he looks like a superhero!"
"Nu-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
Cecelia only shook her head as she dialed the number. So much personality in such little bodies. If she said so herself. Cecelia could hear the operators switching the lines as the kids continued to bicker,
"Hello, is Elvis Presley still on set?" Cecelia asked. The door had begun to creak open, and the strong Memphis winter wind began to blow through, "Kids, could you close the door." She shivered as they both stood awe-struck. Putting a finger to his lips, the kids stayed quiet.
"Hello..."
"Hey, honey?" Elvis said,
"How's filming going?"
"Well... it's just ridiculous. A talking camel!" He huffed as the kids giggled, "How's the decorating going?"
"Not as fun without you."
"Well, it looks good to me. Course, the tree's a bit bare..."
"What do you mean bare you're not even..."
"Turn around, mommy!" Jesse shouted as Cecelia squealed, hugging her husband. Elvis dropped his bags as he held her.
"You weren't supposed to be back yet?!"
"17-day shoot," He shrugged as he kissed her face, the twins groaning in disgust. "I could go back..."
"No, no, stay." Cecelia smiled, pulling him toward the couch, "After all, only you can reach the star on the tree." she smirked as he kissed her forehead. Decorating the tree was the best part of getting into the Christmas spirit. Except for when the kids started taking their direction, it wasn't that either parent wanted to cut their creativity.
"Jesse, that's such a creative place to put an ornament..." Cecelia said behind gritted teeth. Elvis blinked, looking at his wife and then back at the tree.
"It's touching three other ones..."
"Elvis baby, I know It's driving me crazy, but it's the kid's favorite thing about Christmas aside from Santa." She said as she handed him a cup of hot chocolate.
"Mama! Papa, it's pretty right!" Jesse asked
"Mhmm!" They both replied. Elvis sipped the hot chocolate as he then looked at Cecelia,
"When did you start drinkin spiked Coco?"
"Since Jerry showed Rosa how to make it." Cecelia laughed a little. Elvis had cuddled closer into her until he heard a voice from behind the tree saying,
"This candy cane tastes funny!"
"Oh God, Elaine, get that out'cha mouth. We've had those since 57!" Elvis rushed over as Cecelia snickered. It was nice that Elvis was back home for Christmas.
"Mama, look! I'm an angel!" Jesse came back into the living room covered in tinsel. Cecelia snickered as Elvis's laughter fled the room.
"How about we play in the snow!" He suggested as the twins got excited,
"Can we, mama, please!" their beautiful eyes glanced at her.
"Oh, alright, but I wanna see mittens on my kittens got it." They both nodded, racing upstairs.
"Seems we're alone, Mrs. Presley..." Elvis said as he lay next to her on the couch.
"Seems so... Mr. Presley," she gave him a peck on the lips. His hand was her on her thigh. And his lips near her neck as she shivered,
"Think we got time for..."
"SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!" was all they heard.
"Parenting calls." Elvis sighed a little as she blushed,
"Ah, ah. Coats, I'm not taking care of three sick Presleys." Cecelia said as she had gotten out their winter coats. The four of them were now outside playing in the snow, having snowball fights.
"Jesse, don't eat the snow!"Cecelia groaned.
"Oh, Cece, we used to do it." Elvis smiled, taking some and eating it as the kids giggled,
"Daddy, you're silly!" Elaine laughed as she ate some of the snow. Cecelia had joined in as she shrugged, she could be a hard ass of a mom, but she still remembered what it was like to have fun too once. As the sun began to set, Cecelia and Elvis sang and tucked the kids into bed. Watching from the hallway, they looked so peaceful,
"I'll go fix the tree..." Cecelia said as Elvis pulled her body close to his,
"Or you can fix my tree..." he winked,
"Meet me downstairs, and you can unwrap me like a bow..." untying a bit of her robe, he saw a short red velvet dress under it.
"Santa Claus is back in town..." He smirked.
#oc#fanfiction#new stuff#new#romance#elvis presley#new series#elvis fanfiction#elvis x oc#elvis the pelvis#poc oc x elvis#Cecelia valmos#fanfiction rewrite#Spotify#one shot#elvis one shot fanfic#60s elvis#60s#christmas fic
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havent posted in forever but have some more PDH / MS rewrite stuff
(i forgot what exactly i added in my first post mentioning it and so im just mentioning stuff as i go and hoping i hadn't repeated any lmao)
aphmau and aaron DO get together for a brief time in college, but decide they're better off as friends and break it off
ein's whole 'trying to become alpha' thing was mainly bc he had a huge crush he refused to admit on aaron and having been bullied so many years as omega, thought it was the worst thing ever when someone as strong as the Ultima of all people became an omega and not the alpha (this could change bc idk if i'll even keep the alpha/beta/omega dynamic...especially in high school of all things)
speaking of ein, i hc that he doesnt have a good relationship w/ zack at all, so he took on his mother's last name instead, so that's why it doesn't really click that he and aphmau are related for the longest time since aphmau had her mother's last name and ein has his own mother's
KC actually chose her own name, with Nana meaning 'beautiful bloom'. The fact it could also mean 'seven' was entirely coincidental.
all of gene's tattoos that he has (but is casually hiding from his mother) were drawn and colored by zenix. sasha suggested a few of them, but never actually helped with the process
garroth, after he and aphmau's first (platonic) kiss, thought it was rather underwhelming and not at all what laurance's romance stories said it'd be like.
zenix loves strawberries. sasha HATES them. they have a very dramatic 'hatred' of each other because sasha keeps trying to get rid of boxes of literal strawberries and zenix just keeps ordering more. gene just wonders when his house became the place for the two to be doing that
instead of that whole angel w healing powers arc, it took her forever to decide, having first started off as wanting to be an artist, but by the last two years of highschool she had decided to become a doctor instead in order to help people
dante is the one who usually cuts travis' hair. they started doing that in high school and just kept it going as a tradition ever since. it doesnt do much because travis likes keeping his hair long-ish, but it gives them time to hang out at least!
katelyn got involved in fighting at a very young age. mostly defending her brothers, who were too weak to defend themselvs. after her mother left, it just became a way to cope, because punching stuff help get rid of the excess emotions.
her father only assumed she was copying him and nurtured that response. took lots of talking with aphmau and KC when they were roommates to get her to explore other ways to cope rather than, you know, punching people (*cough* travis)
zane has a bunch of pet snakes he managed to smuggle into the house. his (dont tell the others!) favorite is a peppermint corn snake named Minthe
when vylad was younger, you couldn't look away from him for even a SECOND before he would have been on top of cabinets or counters. he thrived on climbing and causing you as many problems as possible.
zane secretly helped him cause said problems by helping him onto places he couldnt otherwise reach when nobody was looking
#phoenix drop high#mystreet#mystreet rewrite#aphmau solano#garroth ro'meave#ein sikong#gene fanara#nana ashida#kawaii chan#idk which of those to use so for good measure...both.#aaron lycan#sasha holmes#zenix underwood#sasha aphmau#zenix aphmau#hopefully i'm tagging everything right lmao#any thoughts ARE welcome#whether from askbox or just the comments
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THE BRACKET IS HERE
THIS TOURNAMENT WILL HAVE 6 ROUNDS IF I COUNTED CORRECTLY!! Round 2 Part 2 will begin April 15th at 6PM EST!! there will be 4 Parts to Round 1, mostly for my sanity, then 2 parts for Round 2, and then the next rounds will all be one part each. Most of these match ups were random, but I switched them around as I saw fit.
Matchups and links to the rounds under the cut!
PRELIMINARY ROUND 1: TRIO TURNED DUO
Dirk Strider and Dave Strider VS Roxy Lalonde and Dave Strider
Amy Rose and Knuckles VS Sonia and Knuckles
Diona and Diluc VS Diona and Klee
Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami Tsurugi VS Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Tikki
Kirby and King Dedede VS Kirby and Kirby’s Shoes
Princess Bubblegum and Marceline VS Princess Bubblegum and Peppermint Butler
Ty Lee and Mai VS Ty Lee and Azula
Kairi and Sora VS Kairi and Axel/Lea
PRELIMINARY ROUND 2: FANDOM FIGHT
Princess Peach and Mario VS Toadette and Toad
Feferi Peixes and Aradia Megido VS Dirk Strider and Dave Strider
Kouyou Ozaki and Chuuya Nakahara VS Teruko Ōkura and Tachihara Michizou
Nora Valkyrie and Pyrrha Nikos VS Neo and Cinder
Ochaco Uraraka and Katsuki Bakugou VS Mina Ashido and Ejiro Kirishima
Olivia and Sully VS Mae and Celica
Hilda and Silvain VS Lapis and Diamant
Ryan and Stephanie VS Ella and Sammy
Cure Dream and Cure Rouge VS Cure Peach and Cure Passion VS Cure Heart and Regina
SECRET FUCKED UP 3RD PRELIMINARY ROUND
Kirby and His Shoes VS Mettaton and Papyrus
ROUND 1
PART 1
Princess Peach and Mario VS Kirby and King Dedede
Pinky and Blinky VS Tohru Honda and Kyo Sohma
Susie Campbell and Audrey Drew VS Waka and Amaterasu
Zane and KAI VS Knuckles and Amy Rose
Valentines Heart Candy VS Pig and Mooshroom
Utena Tenjou and Anthy Himeyama VS Aerith Gainsborough and Tifa Lockhart
Mangle and Foxy VS Cure Heart and Regina
Kouyou Ozaki and Chuuya Nakahara VS Diona and Klee
PART 2
Draculaura and Kieran Valentine VS Angel Dust and Alastor
Ella and Sammy VS Nora Valkyrie and Pyrrha Nikos
Haru Okumura and Ann Takamaki VS Megaera and Zagreus
Pink and Red Rangers VS Star Butterfly and Marco Diaz
Bandage Girl and Meat Boy VS Isaac and Willis
Danganronpa Blood and Blood VS Pink and Red Amonguses
Emily and Clifford VS Doremi Harukaze and Pop Harukaze
Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Kagami Tsurugi VS Gwen Stacy and Miles Morales
Part 3
Dirk Strider and Dave Strider VS Paula and Ness
Cherry Cookie and Cherry Blossom Cookie VS Kujo Tenn and Nanasa Riku
Ty Lee and Mai VS Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima
Liu Mingyan and Sha Hualing VS Kusuo Saiki and Kineshi Hairo
My Melody and Hello Kitty VS Alvin and Brittany
Kirby and His Shoes VS Coco Atarashi and Tsugumi Matsune
Minnie and Mickey VS Diavolo and King Crimson
Rose and Jake Long VS Candy and Dave the Barbarian
Part 4
PB & Marcy VS Isabella & Phineas
Shellsea & Bea VS Webby & Huey
Blossom & Brick VS Lela & Butchy
Nene & Tokiwa VS Nana & Cooro
Bocchi & Kita VS Ashley Williams & Commander Shepard
Olivia & Sully VS Hilda & Silvain
Nico & Maki VS Kairi & Axel/Lea
Chika & Kaguya VS Madoka & Kyoko
#duo bracket#bracket#character bracket#tumblr polls#pink#pink and red#red#tournament#red and pink#pink n red update
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things to be grateful for, because it’s been a good week
our transanta registry has gotten us compression socks, knee braces, communication cards, and a CANE!!! excitement and joy
we made peppermint chocolate loaf cake and it was DIVINE
our best friend got into her dream college!! you know who you are (WE’RE SO PROUD OF YOU)
got time with our sister who’s usually out of the state at college
also got time with our nana and her wife
slept in our autism box two nights ago. it was great
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I just remembered — 📕!!!!
Pika!!! Hi, lovebird, hope things have been going well for you 💜💜💜
Hmmmmm a bnha daydream fic,,, I had a cute little 3+1 Yaoyorozu-centric fic that I rotated around in my brain for awhile but I only really got around to writing part of it! It was three times Momo made tea for one of her classmates and one time one of her classmates got tea for her 🥰🥰🥰
The first part was her making matcha for Shinsou bc they ran out of coffee in the dorm and he came downstairs looking a little like a zombie lmao. I had written this part down, actually, so here's a little snippet of it!
The second part is her making chamomile tea for Midoriya since she's up late studying and he woke up from some bad OFA dreams and has been too anxious to fall asleep ever since. Momo's very concerned about him bc when he first entered the room she was in he looked at her like he'd seen a ghost (he had been having nightmares about Nana specifically and, well, her and Momo definitely look alike enough to me!). They end up talking a bit about Quirk science until Midoriya is ready to go back to bed.
The third part is Momo making peppermint tea for her and Ashido as they have a little study date together! Ashido bemoans her lack of ability to focus and concentrate and, well, mint always helps Momo stay focused, so why not see if it'll work for Ashido? It doesn't, really, but Ashido doesn't mind the taste, and together, the two of them think they might just have a shot at passing Present Mic's next English exam.
And then for the plus one, the 1-A girls are hanging out at the local mall, and Hagakure buys Momo some bubble tea! Momo had never tried boba before, but as a resident tea fanatic, she has to give it a try. For science. Only, there are so many options that she's left a little perplexed on what to order! Thankfully, Hagakure swoops in and orders one of her go-tos for Momo that she thinks she would like. And Momo finds out that, even though the taste is much more saccharine than she's used to, she quite likes it - and perhaps likes getting to know her classmates even more <333
#i hadn't thought abt this fic concept in AGES tysm pika!!!#i just think. making beverages for someone else is something that can be so personal... and since momo's the class tea snob... yeah <3#thanks for the ask pika!!!#ask game#anime#bnha#fic#happi scribbles#happi rambles
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pirate crew is complete 😎 let's go!!!
#pirate crew#my oc#gingerverse#bruce ironjaw#silver spanner#ruby cutlass#tiger lily#sandy skye#nana peppermint#oc#mlp oc#my art#mlp art#mlp#my little pony#mlpfim#my little pony friendship is magic#mlp:fim
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Could I ask how the OCs would spend their Halloween? Would they decorate for the holiday? Tell scary stories?
Absolutely!
Elliot & Rett: Would match outfits and draw/eat a lot of candy as celebrating lol Elliot would tell light hearted spooky stories. The apartment is decked out in Halloween everything.
Peppermint: Go to Elliots place and hang out! Dressed as a witch or something like that.
Basil: Hang out with Elliot & Peppermint, also would spend time with Rett. Not dressed up but would be in the spirit of Halloween.
Lu: Nothing, he cries every holiday lol
Quienzy: Dress up and go to parties, would honestly get kicked out.
Emit: Dress up and eat a lot of candy, LOVES Halloween.
Tamara: Dress up and hang out with Larry! His older (adoptive) brother will take him tricker treating.
Mint & Nana: Hang out together and eat some candy, watch spooky videos, dress up and draw together.
Blair: Dress up and go to parties, his house is DECKED out. No joke.
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intro ⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭
°.✩┈┈∘*┈ me ┈*∘┈┈✩.°
rye, she/her, intj, bi
likes!
animanga attack on titan, nana, neon genesis evangelion, death note, devilman crybaby, tokyo ghoul
music cigarettes after sex, chase atlantic, frank ocean, the neighbourhood, arctic monkeys, beach house, the weeknd, mitski, tv girl
books the picture of dorian gray, the catcher in the rye, grisha trilogy, six of crows / crooked kingdom, the perks of being a wallflower
gen. writing, reading, editing, jean kirstein, rain, photography, the beach, music, movies, angst (it’s a love-hate relationship), peppermint, road trips, poetry, your turn to die
more me!
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Nana, what's the most important thing a future spy needs to know?
"Probably how to remain undetectable!" Nana pauses for a moment, adjusting her uniform cap. "You have to be able to blend in wherever you are, and be subtle with how you act around others. It's like stepping into someone else's life for a while, I guess? You also have to be really observant! Notice details and be exact about how you remember things! It's a position of great responsibility." She grins. "Like I remember the last time we talked, you gave me one of those soft peppermint candies. You got any more of those today?"
Ask my OCs anything!
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the year his wife died I think, my uncle came and stayed with us for christmas, so my mom slept in my bed and I slept on a cot in my room. I haven't seen the cot before or since. I was reading madeline l'engle's many waters that year, where the twins go back to noah's ark times, and ate a lot of peppermint roca.
one easter when my dad was still in the yellow house I was reading watership down and eating a lot of jellybeans. at one point I got a nosebleed because my brother and I were both prone to them so I rotated upside down off the side of my bed and kept reading. a specific quality of sunlight always reminds me of that corner bedroom. he was only in that house for a couple years before he married patty, and her house was identical but with central ac and an attached garage and a more finished basement so of course it made more sense for him to move than her. (although the garage blocked one of the windows in the new corner bedroom and the yard was much smaller. trading the little cherry tree for the big apricot tree and the raspberry bushes was more than fair though.)
when I was very small, nana would take me to the grocery store back when they had self serve coffee. she'd always let me have a few sips despite being very small. she also often had coffee hard candies in her home. and blue dawn dish soap.
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11, 13, 28
-cct 😊
11. Anything from your childhood you've held onto?
I have a baby doll that my Nana got me when I was born, and I took that thing with me everywhere as a kid. I did everything with that doll, and I still have it. She's covered in pen and marker and possibly some nail polish, but I cherish her because my Nana gave her to me. She's put up for now because I don't want her to get damaged, anymore than she already is, especially since my Nana has passed away and it's the only thing I have left from her.
13. First thing you're doing in the purge?
Honestly, I'm going to a bookstore. Like a big retail chain one, not a locally owned one. I love reading and books can be so expensive. I'm taking what I can from them during the purge 😆
28. Last meal on Earth.
Pepperoni pizza, for sure cause I love pizza. A firebird, which is a sushi from my wife and I'm favorite sushi place. S.O.S that my Nana used to make when I was a kid and her pumpkin pie. A peppermint milkshake and an Ocean Water from Sonic with some Malibu mixed it.
#i love food so much it made the last question so hard#thanks for the ask!#i really like doing these~#❤️
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lush made their site unbearably ugly. first you take nana away. then you give me a double fungal ear infection. then you send me a box filled with peppermint so strong that it gave everyone a headache. and now this. DEATH
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