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twogyuu · 6 months

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not really magic

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which Jeonghan runs out of babysitter options, so he drops Nina off with Vernon and his girlfriend. Little do either of them know, just maybe the little girl is more capable of making them confront the questions of their future than most adults.

Genre: Fluff, mild angst, good helping of crack, established relationship, featuring ex!JJK

Warnings: Profanity, McDonald's PlayPlace

WC: ~6.3k

A/N: It's Nina from Wonwoo's Tasty Milk (and Cereal) causing chaos again! This has been in the works for a hot minute! Unedited and VERY cringe-y, cheesy, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I'm kind of embarrassed to be publishing it tbh, but it's the most I've written in forever so I'm just publishing it and then running/hiding💀🤡 The thought that two people are mature enough to talk about these mundane things just makes me feel some type of way T^T

This wasn't inspired by any particular song, but kyungsoo's 'somebody' and sundial's 'rollercoaster' are quite fitting for this fic. Happy reading :)

. . . .

It was a well-known fact that Vernon was not very good with children.

He was not unkind or inconsiderate towards them by any means, but he simply didn’t know how to interact or communicate with them.

And to be frank, though you were a little better than him, it was only by a margin because you had younger siblings at some point (they’re now grown) and kid cousins. It has been a while since you’ve been around children in general – he’d imagine you were rusty to some end.

Consequently, it took him by surprise when Jeonghan called and you agreed to watch his four-year old daughter on Saturday while Jeonghan and his wife were at yet another wedding of their in-laws.

To be fair, however, Wonwoo and Leah were also attending, so their usual babysitter was already not an option. The backup, Mingyu and his best friend (cough, cough – situationship), were out of town attending a music festival. Seungkwan, the backup to the backup, was hosting someone’s bachelor party. The only other father of the group, Minghao, had his hands full with growing and surprisingly, wild twins. Seungcheol was an expecting parent – his wife could go into labor at any moment. The rest of the crew was only slightly less reliable than Vernon and you.

He guessed that extra one percent must count for something.

There was no doubt Jeonghan and his wife were still nervous about leaving Nina with the two of you – and rightfully so.

Vernon and you were relatively young – in age, spirit, and well, your relationship. At least from what Jeonghan could observe, the two of you were clearly not ready for kids, whether they be your own or Jeonghan’s.

Vernon was terrified and he had a feeling Mr. and Mrs. Yoon were too.

They perhaps trusted Vernon a little less than they did you because while Vernon was standing and staring down at Nina by the front door of your apartment, Jeonghan’s wife was going through a laminated sheet of instructions and tips with you in regards to caring for Nina in the next six hours. Hands on hips, Jeonghan was standing over his wife’s shoulder, offering supportive nods and stern, unhelpful ‘mhm’s’ to back her up.

“Hello,” Nina finally squeaked, peering up at Vernon.

She was definitely Jeonghan’s kid – it was in the eyes: brown, round, and innocent, but with a hint of mischief glaring in the corner of her irises.

“Hey,” Vernon greeted back casually.

“Where’s Uncle Wonwoo?” she asked. Her eyes wandered from the tall man and glossed over the unfamiliar apartment.

“Uh,” Vernon panicked and stalled in his reply.

Why the heck was she asking about Wonwoo? Vernon can’t remember already knowing his babysitter by name when he was four.

“Uncle Wonwoo has a giant teddy bear in his house!” she marveled. Her tone was quick to dip into disappointment. “But I don’t see him here.”

Vernon felt his breath grow more shallow. By the power of Boo Seungkwan, he hoped this kid wouldn’t already start crying on him.

He had to make her feel better. How do people make kids happy?

Games? They like games, right?

“Do you wanna play rock, paper, scissors?” Vernon blurted.

Nina peered up at him again, face twisting as she processed the situation and her emotions – confused, curious, and amused.

He would take it.

Vernon silently held out his fist to the girl, waiting for her to take the bait.

“What are you guys doing?” your voice floated into the vicinity, breaking the silence and awkwardness.

Nina and Vernon looked over to find you standing with Jeonghan and his wife on either side of you. Vernon noted how the way his wife was dressed in a light blue and him in a dark suit, was eerily reminiscent of an angel and devil on your shoulders.

“He asked if I wanted to play block, paper, scissors,” Nina explained quietly. She looked back nervously at Vernon.

Granted Nina had not been around Vernon and his girlfriend a lot, her uneasy behavior around Vernon did not go unnoticed by Jeonghan. Nina was smart: wary of strangers, but never shy like this. Perhaps shy wasn’t the right word, but there definitely something going on in that little head of hers. As if she was calculating and observing, trying to decipher Vernon.

You raised a curious eyebrow in the direction of your boyfriend.

“It’s rock, paper, scissors, Nini,” Jeonghan corrected his daughter softly. He skirted around you to come pick her up, a quiet grunt leaving his lips when he heaped her up into his arms. Nina curled into her dad’s chest.

“We’ll be back in a little while, baby,” Mrs. Yoon walked over to the father-daughter duo. She rubbed the little’s cheeks with the back of her finger to soothe her.

Nina lifted her head from her dad’s shoulder and whispered a little too loudly. “What if they’re not fun like Uncle Wonwoo?”

“Nina,” her mom chided.

“Dang, little girl,” you said under your breath.

Vernon bit the inside of his cheek, holding back the urge to laugh. You were blunt for better or for worse.

Jeonghan, her father a little more understanding knowing Vernon for longer, rubbed the little girl’s back. “They’ll be . . . just fine.”

. . . .

Vernon was not sure what Nina did exactly when she went over to Wonwoo’s place, but it must’ve been comparably better than what she was doing here.

Shortly after Jeonghan left, the little girl dumped out the contents of her bag and began to busy herself with the rather few activities she brought along: a coloring book and a set of markers, a hard-covered picture book with a dog on the cover, a doll, and five pieces of those giant Legos. She burned through each item pretty fast – Vernon figured you could only stack the different colored blocks in various order so many times before you got bored.

It was fortunate that Nina already had lunch before coming over and her mother had packed a simple snack of apples and peanut butter to bridge her to dinner. However, as the clock ticked closer to 6PM and the little girl was growing bored, you could also tell she was getting hangry.

Vernon had tasked you with entertaining and playing with Nina. It wasn’t fair, but he figured Nina would like you better than him. He would just observe from afar and take some notes for next time.

“Can I ask you something, Miss Y/N?” Nina wondered aloud. She brushed her doll’s hair with a small purple plastic brush.

Sitting criss-crossed across from her, you hummed and nodded. “Sure, squirt – what is it?”

You didn’t think much of it. A four-year-old’s questions can’t be that deep.

“Are you and Uncle Vernon like my mommy and daddy?” she looked up at you innocently. “And like Uncle Wonwoo and Auntie Leah? Why did mommy tell me to call you ‘miss’ instead of auntie?”

You choked, feeling your cheeks grow warm as you glanced over your shoulder at Vernon. Sure enough, his eyes were lifted from his phone and boring holes through your back – not without the slightest smirk and quirk of an eyebrow. He waited patiently for your answer. The question was honest and innocent – he wasn’t sure what was so funny about it to him or embarrassing to you, but it was.

“Um, kind of,” you replied slowly.

“Huh?” she crinkled her nose.

“Uncle Vernon is, err . . . my boyfriend,” you explained, wondering if she understood the concept of stages in relationships.

“Boyfriend?” Nina repeated. “Like . . . a friend boy?”

“N-no! No, no!” you exclaimed. Now, you didn’t want to give Jeonghan’s kid the wrong idea about being friends with boys meant a romantic relationship. “N-not . . . really.”

“Then you’re like mommy and daddy?” she said more certainly this time.

“No,” you sighed, “Your mommy and daddy are married. Wonwoo and Leah are engaged – they’re going to get married. Uncle Vernon and I . . . like each other a lot but we. . . aren’t there yet.”

“Will you get married?” Nina asked innocently.

“Um,” your voice trailed off, feeling your heart race at her bluntness. That decision wasn’t entirely up to you, but how did you explain that to a four-year-old? Gosh, why did she ask such hard questions in the first place?

The fortunate thing about being four was that your attention span wasn’t very long.

Nina huffed, setting her doll onto the floor. “Miss Y/N, I’m hungry,” she rubbed her tummy. “Can we eat?”

You let out a small sigh of relief. Classic Yoon: puts you in your doom, but somehow also saves you from it.

“Sure baby,” you reply, you threw Vernon a quick look over your shoulder. “Let’s see what’s in the fridge.”

“Um wait–” Vernon rose from his chair.

“Yay!” Nina cheered. She stood up excitedly and grabbed your hand. Despite her immense effort, not surprisingly, you don’t move much. “Does Uncle Vernon cook well? Uncle Wonwoo doesn’t, but Auntie Leah does.”

“Y/N, hold on,” Vernon jogged over and grabbed your other hand.

You paused in your stride and peered at him through your lashes. You waited patiently for him to continue. Nina looked up the same and impatiently swung your linked hands around.

“Um,” he played with your fingers quietly. His cheeks felt warm as he confessed, “We . . . I-I, um, haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.”

“Oh,” you said softly, putting the pieces together slowly. “So . . . what you’re saying is you don’t have food?”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Vernon,” you started. There was a scolding tone to it. “I told you to grab a few things before Nina came over.”

“I know, I know! I just got carried away with work and stuff,” he explained.

You pulled your hand away from him, pressing your lips into a thin line. You can’t believe he didn’t do it! You had reminded him three days in advance and all the days to follow after. Per usual, your mind spun to the future. If he could pull through for this, what did it mean for when the two of you live together?

Just as you opened your mouth to say something, Nina suddenly let out a high-pitch shrill. “Yay!”

You both startled and looked down at the little girl, confused.

“Let’s have McDonald’s for dinner,” she stated firmly.

Nina grinned wide. There was a mischievous glint in her dark brown eyes, one that was all too reminiscent of her father’s.

She was a Yoon through and through, alright.

. . . .

A quarter pounder, double cheeseburger, large fries, twenty pieces of McNuggets with one of each of the special sauces, Fanta, topped with a chocolate milk that Nina was sipping on was spread out on the two square tables you pushed together to hold all your food. This looked like it could feed a family of six, yet you were only three people. Originally, the plan was just to get Nina a Happy Meal, you and Vernon with your own individuals, but the little girl insisted on additional McNuggets and fries too – when you were in the bathroom.

You were quick to learn that Vernon had little to no immunity to the little girl. It was understandable, but you hated playing the “bad cop” and disciplining her.

“Wanna see a magic trick, Nina?” Vernon asked with his mouth full.

She grinned at him, excitedly.

Vernon’s expression mirrored her own and held up a McNugget in front of his palm. “Watch carefully.”

Nina nodded while stuffing a fry into her mouth.

There was a dramatic pause, his free hand covering then uncovering the McNugget like he was casting some sort of spell on it. You too found yourself curiously watching from the opposite end of the table, your chewing slowing.

His hand blocking the view of the McNugget, though you could clearly see his face from where you were sitting, he quickly stuffs the piece in his mouth. Vernon smiled brightly, with his mouth closed as he chewed, clapping his hands together as if he just puffed it into Dragon Land instead of his mouth.

Nonetheless, Nina being a kid and equally fond of your boyfriend, marveled excitedly.

You scoffed, shaking your head, mumbling a quiet ‘seriously’ under your breath. Vernon must have heard it though – his eyes flickered up at you momentarily while taking Nina’s hand in his own.

You reached over and adjusted Nina’s tray. “C’mon Nina, finish your apple dippers – we gotta go.”

She turns her attention away from Vernon and back to you. She stared at you with wide-eyes, mildly creepily – you knew this look. It was reminiscent of when Jeonghan knew he just pissed off his wife, but she doesn’t know yet, and he was trying to butter her up before then (it never works though).

Nina’s chubby little fingers clung tightly onto your forearm, nails digging into your skin as she jumped and whined.

“Miss Y/N, do we have to go so soon?” she asked cautiously. She craned her neck towards the PlayPlace to one side of you. “Can we stay a bit longer? If I finish my Apple Dippers?”

Now you finally understood why Nina wanted to not only eat from McDonald’s, but also in it.

“Nina,” you grabbed her wrist in an attempt to calm her down, “There’s a reason why your mommy doesn’t let you go inside the playground.”

“PlayPlace!” she was quick to correct you.

You huffed and repeated after her, “PlayPlace. Nina – we’re not going to disobey your mommy.”

“Why?! Daddy does it all the time,” she protested.

You heard Vernon snort from the other side of the linoleum table. He was halfway through another Mcnugget, doing his best to suppress the grin forming on his face.

“Your daddy and I are not the same,” you told her. “Besides,” you wrinkle your nose, “It’s disgusting in there – feet and all.”

“Miss Y/N!” she threw her head back in a howl.

She gave you her best puppy eyes, but you didn’t budge.

As if a light bulb went off in her mind, she perked up and let go of you. Timidly, Nina circles around and approaches the other side of the table. Hands clasped behind her back, her fingers tangling with the strings that pulled her dress back, she peered up innocently at Vernon and offered him a friendly smile.

“Uncle Vernon?” she asked. Her tone was completely changed from when she was begging you just seconds earlier.

“Hm?” he hummed, oblivious as day to the little girl’s advances.

“Will you play with me?” Nina continued.

“Uh,” Vernon’s eyes flickered up to you and you simply leaned back in your seat, getting comfortable as you crossed your arms over your chest.

To be frank, taking care of Nina with Vernon did not feel like it was with Vernon. From home to here, you were the little girl’s main companion on top of making sure she was safe, hydrated, and well-fed. Vernon trailed the two of you like a lost shadow. You were annoyed at his lack of contribution, to say the least. It’s not that you didn’t like Nina and you were trying to be understanding of Vernon, but taking care of a child (and low-key him) was difficult – your sanity mattered to! You weren’t Wonowoo – you could only say and take so much about Pokemon!

Perhaps it was already too soon to be thinking about this, but it was difficult to ignore the voice at the back of your head, nagging about what this meant for you and Vernon in the future. Granted you both have only been dating for a little over a year, the question of marriage and kids were far and few. When they did arrive, it usually was in the form of a loose tease from Seungkwan about how the two of you were hopeless as parents. Vernon would just shake his head and laugh it off.

He never seemed to take this topic quite seriously. Your passing comments about cute kids at the zoo or how the Penguins of Madagascar showing was filled with children and their parents, were taken lightly, when perhaps you didn’t really want them to be.

You knew you wanted at least one kid, but did Vernon?

You needed to ask and you were aware, but you thought it was probably pretty ridiculous to bring this up already. I mean, this might not be forever, right?

A lot has already changed in this year.

A lot can change in a year.

Your internal struggles aside, you were interested to see how Vernon handled Nina on his own.

“Uncle Vernon?” Nina asked again, “Pretty please? I’ll eat all my apple dippers!”

“But your mom and Y/N . . .” his voice trailed off as he echoed your concern.

“It’s okay! Mommy’s not here and I have you and Miss Y/N! And there are nets and mats,” she pointed out to him.

Vernon hesitated – why was it so difficult for him to turn her down? He was an adult after all.

“I mean,” he rubbed the back of his head and looked up at you again. “I guess?”

You smirked, cocking an eyebrow at him. Maybe, out of spite, you’ll let this one go for once. Vernon can explain to Mrs. Yoon why her daughter reeks of feet and grease when they come to pick her up later tonight.

“Whoo!” Nina cheered as she ran back to her seat next to you. She started shoving the last of her apple slices in her mouth in a haste, not even caring for the caramel dip.

“Slow down, Nina,” you warned.

“Uncle Vernon is the coolest!” she shouted instead. She grinned happily with pieces of apple stuck in her teeth, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

. . . .

It was an instant regret for Vernon.

Currently, he was trapped in one of the blue plastic cube bridge pieces at the very top. He was far too grown for the PlayPlace and could not bulldoze through it like Nina. While the little girl easily maneuvered her way around the maze, Vernon could hardly crawl through it. He tried to curl into a small ball and waddle through, but that wasn’t helpful either. The extra creaking with each step was also not very reassuring. The only nice thing was that there weren’t other children in the PlayPlace right now; no douchey eight-year-old to hurry the fuck up.

“Uncle Vernon, come on!”

But, there was Nina.

Her head popped into view, the netting separating him and her. “You’re so slow! We have to climb through all of this before Miss Y/N tells us to go!”

Vernon shifted uncomfortably, feeling his neck tighten from the cramped position he was in. “Maybe we should go,” he tried.

“Nope, nope!” Nina shook her head furiously. “We’re already inside! There’s a slide at the end.” She curled her fingers through the netting and jumped excitedly. “We can go down and run back in before she sees us.”

Vernon followed her nervous gaze towards you down on the floor. You’re seated at the same table the three of you were just eating at, scrolling through your phone. Despite your calm expression, Vernon could definitely tell, something wasn’t sitting right with you.

“Let’s go!” Nina shouted.

“Nina, wait–”

However, the little girl was already crawling down the narrow corridor at the speed of a lab mouse trained to recognize a maze.

Vernon sighed, sparing you one last glance before he continued. You’re watching him this time though. It was comical the way the contraption creaked again and the corner of your lips tweaked up as if to mock him.

He looked away and followed in the general direction Nina had headed. He really shouldn’t be in here – what if one of the screws were loose and all just collapsed with one misstep?

Vernon felt guilty for thinking such thoughts knowing Jeonghan’s daughter was in here with him right now. He had to keep her safe! He can’t be manifesting these disasters. Turning the corner towards a light, Vernon decided that the goal would to slide out of here with Nina and not go in. Maybe, he could say it was because he would get in trouble with you or something.

“Boo!”

“Agh! What the fuck!” Vernon shouted. He tumbled towards an opening, hand resting on his chest. Searching his surroundings, he found Nina beside him, giggling.

“Language!” he heard you shout in the distance.

“Fuck!” Nina repeated. She hid a chuckle behind her hand.

“Don’t say that, Nina,” Vernon scolds her breathlessly.

“But why?” she asked. “You did – do people say it when they’re scared? Fuck!”

“Oh my god – Nina, stop,” he shook his head anxiously. “Th-that’s only a word, adults are allowed to say, okay? If you say it in front of Miss Y/N or your parents, you’re going to be in big trouble.”

“I can say it with you though, right, Uncle Vernon?” she whispered. “Fuck!”

“No, you cannot,” Vernon stated sternly. He looked at the opening. This must be the slide. He pointed to it and told the little girl, “Let’s go down, okay? I’ve had enough fun for tonight.”

“Aw,” Nina whined, “Already?”

There was another groan from the equipment – louder this time. He cannot stay here much longer.

“Yes,” Vernon nudged her towards the opening. “You first, I’ll be right behind you.”

“Fine,” she pouted. Her short arms hang onto the top rim, swinging back and forth to build momentum before launching herself down. “Whee!”

When Vernon heard her land on the other side, he stuck his legs, one by one, into the tube and tried to push himself down.

Key word – tried.

He got stuck after sliding probably two feet. Vernon groaned and threw his head back. “Seriously?”

“Uncle Vernon?” Nina’s voice echoed through the slide. “Are you coming?”

“Y-yeah,” he used the heel of his Converse to nudge himself a little further. “Just stuck.”

“Oh no!” Nina cried. He heard her step into the slide again. “Should I come help you?”

“No, no, no!” Vernon exclaimed desperately, “Go back to Y/N – I’ll be out soon. Promise.”

The last thing he wanted to happen was for Nina to be crawling up and he suddenly crashed into her.

“Okay.”

He let out a small breath of relief when he heard a soft landing of her shoes on the foam carpeting. Vernon inches down slowly, finally gaining some traction. He started to speed up with the combination of pushing with his hand, pulling himself forward, and static. When he saw the clearing, relief washed over him.

However, as luck would have it, of course, he’s too damn tall for the opening. Vernon was cramped at the opening, knees tucked and arms squeezed between his body and the plastic. His neck was craned to the right – he could hardly look up at you and Nina who were hand-in-hand watching him.

“Um,” he smiled sheepishly, “Help?”

Nina was a little faster than you, rushing over to his aid. Her added weight as she climbed onto the landing must’ve been the straw that broke the camel’s back because Vernon heard a sickening crack and his arm suddenly felt a little looser and freer.

Well, fuck.

. . . .

“Y/N!”

You were bent over, hastily adjusting Nina’s sweater before the three of you left McDonald’s. You were irritable after quite literally breaking Vernon free from the PlayPlace slide. It was embarrassing to have to explain to the teen McDonald’s employee that your boyfriend created a crack in the slide, when there was a sign that quite literally said no one older than eight years-old was allowed to enter the contraption.

When you look up, your eyes immediately widen as you’re greeted with the sight of your ex, Jungkook.

His hair was a little longer now, and permed, the tips of his bangs hanging over his bright doe eyes. His fashion didn’t seem to change – still sporting the simple jeans and baggy t-shirts; a plaid flannel was tied to waist. What took you aback, when perhaps it shouldn’t have, was the petite girl in a white sundress who wrapped her hand tightly around Jungkook’s arm when she saw you.

All thoughts of Nina, who was standing between you and Vernon, fled your mind. You stiffened, unsure of how to respond and what to say, other than a strained ‘hi.’

It wasn’t that Jungkook has a sore spot in your memory – in fact, your breakup was mutual and as good as anyone could ask it to be. After four years of dating since high school, you realized you both grew into different people, and therefore, apart in college. It was a mutual loss of feelings for one another, a mutual agreement that you should go your separate ways. Of course, you were sad for a short bit, but nothing of a heartache.

Nonetheless, there was a part of you that wished he didn’t see you when you were upset with your current partner. Jungkook probably did not have those sort of malicious thoughts, like ‘didn’t know how good she had it with me,’ and it was most certainly all in your head.

Or perhaps it was you? You wanted to show him you were doing well, but you couldn’t fake it at this moment.

All in all, the reappearance of your ex, only made you feel more insecure for some reason. Maybe Vernon wasn’t the right person for you even if deep down you wanted him to be. You knew your break up with Vernon would be much worse than the one with Jungkook.

“Nice to see you again,” Jungkook tried. His eyes flickered to Vernon – they weren’t close, but they knew each other peripherally from mutual friends. Jungkook quickly added, “The both of you.”

“Likewise,” Vernon piped up in a neutral tone.

“Um,” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, looking from Vernon to you and back. Momentarily, he glossed over Nina, an idea of the situation clearly forming in his head. “Are the two of you . . .?” his voice trailed off.

It must’ve come as a surprise to see you and Vernon together like this for neither of you were close in university. This relationship was almost a surprise to you and Vernon, yourselves. You couldn’t blame Jungkook for being puzzled.

At this, Vernon reached for your hand and cleared his throat. He gave you a firm squeeze, resting his free hand on Nina’s shoulder. To be frank, Vernon didn't care what idea exactly Jungkook was getting – the point was, you were together. Boyfriend-girlfriend, husband-wife, father-mother. Jungkook could think Nina was somehow your kid and he wouldn’t mind.

“We are," Vernon finally answered firmly.

You turned to your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh,” Jungkook said softly. “I’m happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, I am too,” he looked back at you nonchalantly before nodding in Jungkook’s direction. “On that note, we should be on our way.” He ushered Nina towards the door. “Enjoy your meal.”

. . . .

When the three of you returned to your apartment, you started preparing Nina for bed. It was clear to Vernon that something was bothering you – you were quiet for the rest of the evening, diving head first in taking care of Nina. And to be honest, something bothered Vernon too since encountering Jungkook.

Vernon did not envy others, nor did he claim to be perfect. It wasn’t that he was jealous of Jungkook and the unknown, presumably happy past that you had with him. What happened, happened and you were with Vernon now. He’d like to think you were satisfied with this relationship just as much as him. Nothing would change that. Vernon was content with who he was, who he had become, and who he was next to you. Nonetheless, Vernon was only human – insecurities were inevitable despite his best efforts.

He knew this turbulence making him solemn was irrational. You had not given him a reason to doubt you and he never did to begin with. Despite knowing this, it didn’t make this feeling any less real.

Did you regret breaking up with Jungkook? Was Jungkook a better boyfriend than Vernon?

From what Vernon has heard through the grapevine, Jungkook happened to be every girl’s dream in university. Good-looking and adventurous, yet still respectful and caring.

Vernon thought he looked alright, but his style was unconventional. He liked to take the city bus around at night if that counts as being adventurous?

For fucks sake, Vernon was no Jeon Jungkook. Vernon was in fact just stuck in a slide today.

Though he knew it was unproductive to ponder these things, it was what kept him preoccupied as he put Nina to bed.

“You should kiss Miss Y/N,” Nina stated randomly.

Vernon furrowed his brows at the little girl.

“She looks sad and you do too,” Nina explained. She laid her small hand over Vernon’s. “That’s what daddy does when mommy is sad.”

“I think it’s time for you to go to sleep,” Vernon sighed, pulling the blanket up to cover her chest.

“Do you love Miss Y/N, Uncle Vernon?” Nina asked.

God, the gall of kids – always asking the hardest, but most important questions obliviously.

“Miss Y/N said earlier that you’re her boyfriend,” Nina continued. She kicked her feet under the covers. “Do you have to love each other to be boyfriends? Kind of like mommy and daddy are mommy and daddy because they love each other? Or Uncle Wonwoo and Auntie Leah? Miss Y/N didn’t tell me earlier when I asked about getting married.”

Did he love you? Did he want to marry you?

Vernon hesitated to answer and to be frank, he hated that he was. However, it wasn’t because he didn’t – these questions of the future were just overwhelming and he enjoyed what you had now. Alas, if things were to progress, he’d have to have answers to them soon.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t know, kid,” Vernon mumbled. He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Good night, Nina.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply, turning and making his way to the door.

“You should still kiss her, Uncle Vernon!” Nina whispered in the dark. “Good night!”

. . . .

When Vernon exited your bedroom where Nina was residing for the rest of the evening, he found you sitting on the kitchen counter. Your head is hung, eyes swarmed with questions like his own. Your legs swing back and forth, gently knocking against the cupboards. There’s an open bag of Cheeze-Its sitting next to you.

Vernon walked over, quietly and cautiously. He knew you knew he was present, but didn’t acknowledge him. Tenderly, Vernon reached for your hand, loosely weaving his fingers in between your own. Eyes slowly rising to look at you, he mindlessly ran thumb along the side of your hand. He offered you a wistful smile as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his other hand. His touch lingered across your cheek.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked softly.

You paused for a moment, eyes flickering up to the ceiling before falling to your lap again. You let out a heavy breath. Your heart swelled, appreciating how he always made these kinds of moments feel a little easier.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered.

“For what?” Vernon asked despite having a pretty good idea of what you were referring to.

“What happened at McDonald’s, running into Jungkook,” you explained, “Today.”

He hummed in understanding. “What about today, exactly?”

It was hard to hold your gaze – it was scary, but he knew he had to. He tried his best to put on an encouraging expression, knowing that this conversation, and further, this relationship would not go anywhere if neither of you were present, physically and mentally, and trying to avoid it.

Only the ticking of the wall clock filled the room, deafeningly so. It was slowly drowned out by the sound of blood starting to rush in his ears, tension growing thick with each passing second.

Your voice barely above a whisper, you took a shaky breath and confessed, “I like you a lot, Chwe . . . and,” you inhaled sharply, squeezing his hand. “That terrifies me.” You swallowed harshly, “Because what if you don’t feel the same? Or we want different things? I think I’d be . . .heartbroken.” A melancholic chuckle left your lips and you shook your head. “That's why sometimes, I feel like I treat you like such - we get too close and I push you away.”

The fear in losing him was evident in the terror that etched its way in between the space of your brows. Vernon was sympathetic; simultaneously, his heart swelled like a balloon rapidly being filled with water to the rim, threatening to burst at one final drop. The adrenaline that rushed through his veins felt like that of being confessed to by a middle school crush behind the bleachers of the soccer field, except, well, you and him were already together.

“I was worried there for a second,” Vernon stated truthfully.

Your eyes whipped up.

He played with your fingers. “I thought you were regretting dating me for a sec.”

“Oh?” you said softly.

“I was kind of not the best boyfriend today either and then we saw Jungkook and I thought maybe you felt differently about me,” he explained.

“Vernon, no!” your hands reached up to cup his face.

“I mean, can you blame me?” he chuckled half-heartedly, “I got stuck in a slide when you told us not to go.”

“I think today,” started slowly, “Made the both of us think a lot about us and what the future holds.”

“So, it wasn’t just me,” Vernon acknowledged quietly. He thought to himself momentarily before continuing. “What do you want?” You stared at him owlishly, your desires on the tip of your tongue, but fearful to share them with him. “We can’t move past this if we don’t talk about it.”

When you still didn't reply, Vernon offered, “I can tell you what I want?”

You nodded once.

“I think dating you for a few more years sounds okay,” he started, staring off to the side. He nodded, better affirming his words.

He paused, making you grow anxious – does that mean he planning on breaking up with you?

“And then, maybe . . . being married sounds nice too – nice is an understatement,” the words felt unfamiliar as they fell from his lips, but he kind of liked it. “It seems far away, but I’d really love that.”

This was something he hadn’t told anyone before because he never felt quite the same with them as he did with you. It wasn’t just easy and comfortable being with you – it was something more. It was in hard moments like this, where these conversations were difficult, but you both still managed. It was in lighter moments, where he could enjoy your company and feel relaxed. It was everything in between.

Call him corny, but maybe the word ‘love’ can’t encompass it all that he felt for you.

His face stretched into a grin when you chortle and shake your head. Playfully, you push him away, but Vernon was quick to catch onto your wrists. “You did really well with Nina today.”

“I think she liked you more than me,” you mumbled.

“What do you think of Nina?” he asked.

“She’s Jeonghan’s daughter, alright,” you joked.

“She did suggest I kiss you tonight,” Vernon remarked, remembering his chat with the little girl before this.

“Well,” you wrap your arms around his neck, “Do you . . . want to?”

Vernon answered by leaning in, lightly pressing his lips against yours. It’s fleeting, but still filled with the same sincerity as every other passionate kiss you’ve shared before.

“If you want kids though, I’m not sure I’m ready for them yet,” Vernon said when you pulled away.

“Oh with how you broke that slide, that’s certain,” you joked.

“Does that mean you do?”

“A family? With you?” you wrinkled your nose playfully. “Nonsense.”

He knew that look – when you don’t really mean what you say, but rather the opposite. Despite all the angst prior, this conversation was surprisingly easy to have. Maybe that was the lesson to be learned: not perfection, but just doing.

Vernon chuckled, about to lean for another kiss when suddenly Nina’s familiar shrill shattered the moment. He jumped away from you as if you were delinquents caught by your mothers making out in the kitchen.

“Mommy said we shouldn’t sit there like that!” she squealed, her fingers pointing at you on the counter.

"Nina, you're supposed to be sleeping," you scold.

“We shouldn’t sit there like that though,” Vernon acknowledged. He walked over and helped you down, not without pulling you into his side though. You’re a little stunned with him being so affectionate suddenly – not that he never was, but he usually showed it in other ways, smaller gestures like the kiss he’s pressing into your temple now.

Nina eyes the both of you curiously, the situation being pieced together slowly in her tiny head. It was visible when she put it all together, her eyes lit up.

“Are guys getting married now!?”

Or not.

. . . .

Epilogue

“Hey dad,” Nina tapped Jeonghan’s forearm. Pushing a piece of kimchi between his lips, he hummed softly and glanced over at his daughter. “Do you want to see a magic trick? Uncle Vernon taught me.”

When did Vernon start learning magic tricks?

“Sure,” he nodded, curious to see what his friend taught his daughter.

With her training chopsticks with Ryan Bear on one end, she holds up a slice of pork in front of her hand. Shielding it with her other hand, she stuffed the piece of meat quickly in her mouth and shouted, “Ta-da!”

Jeonghan swallowed his food harshly and narrowed his eyes at his daughter. “Squirt – what?”

“Did you like it?” she grinned happily, returning to her food.

“You j-just . . . ate your pork though?” Jeonghan stated.

“Mhm! Magic!” Nina chirped. She giggled happily and took Jeonghan by surprise by shouting, "Fuck!"

Jeonghan nearly spat his water out, the profanity ringing in his ears. "Who taught you that word!?"

"Uncle Vernon too!" she kicked her feet happily.

Jeonghan ran a hand over his face and mumbled under his breath, “Oh dear - Yoon Nina, in this household, we do not use that kind of language do you hear?"

Nina's joy simmered down and she shrank back, nodding understandably. She knew when her dad used that voice, she shouldn't push her boundaries further.

His wife popped her head into the room upon hearing his brewing.

Jeonghan sighed exasperatedly and turned to his wife, "I think we should stop hiring my friend’s as Nina’s babysitters.”

#vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon angst #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen angst

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Underneath the Tree

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly

Work count: 1.4k

Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you

a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3

There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country.

Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year.

It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield.

“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season.

So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching.

He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted. He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss.

“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile.

“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay.

“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed.

“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!”

You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying.

“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.

He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy.

“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff. All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ”

“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?”

You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either.

“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.”

“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist.

“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him

The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree.

“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest.

“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.

“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.” You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body. He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms. You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck. He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom.

“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side.

“I thought we were making up for lost time?”

“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours.

“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together.

You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips.

“I love you,” he breathed.

You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree.

“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.” He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you.

“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?” He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat.

“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.” He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.

“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off.

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged.

You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #slight angst #fluff #holiday smut #christmas fanfic #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction

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aethon-recs · 7 months

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Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics.

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes.

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #crack #crack recs #crackfic #tomarrymort crack

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lovrre · 9 months

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V DAY<3~

Pedro Pascal x female interviewer

Author note: I haven't posted anything in a while and I had this in my notes so i’d figure I should post it, It's valentines themed (I know i’ts July) but it's better than nothing. Also I'm working on two fic’s right now that you should be getting soon. You can follow my tiktok account for fic edits and other stuff @lovrrefics

Warnings: none just cute interviewer x Pedro Pascal fluff

Word count: 903

Today you would be interviewing Pedro Pascal, you had interviewed him once before and the chemistry was off the charts you both couldn’t stop laughing. After the first interview, You were a little scared you’d get in trouble with your boss for not actually asking the questions. but when the video was posted people loved it, The comments were full of people shipping you two and swearing that you guys had to of known each other because the chemistry was so good. Your boss couldn’t even be mad, the video got over 5 million likes and 12 million views. The interview you were doing today was the Valentine’s Day special. so you wore an all read two piece outfit, the top was very cropped paired with slightly flared high-waisted dress pants.

“Ok, we have to be serious now” you laugh hitting away Pedro’s hand trying to contain your laughter. “Ok I’m quiet,” Pedro says

Pretending to zip his mouth and throw away the key. You adjust your mic and look into the camera before you start speaking,

“ hi I’m Y/n and In honor of Valentine’s Day I’m here with the heartthrob of the month Pedro Pascal” Pedro jokingly rolls, his eyes. you smile holding up the mic closer to your mouth. Pedro watches you as you speak a slight smile creeping onto his face as if he’s seconds away from laughing “ I like the way you pronounce my name, “Pedro Pascal”

he says smiling slightly mocking the way you said it “Did I say it right ?” you ask slightly worried you butchered it. “ yeah you did well, you did very well you’ve pronounced it better than any other interviewer” you smile “do you speak Spanish, you say my name as you speak Spanish” Pedro say his eyes on you intently “ I do, not much but a good bit”

“¿Podrías mantener una conversación en español” (Could you keep up a conversation in Spanish? ) Pedro asks his eyebrow-raising in the process. “No es muy larga pero me Basta” (Not a long one but enough). You laugh. “Ok, let me introduce the game before I get fired for not doing my job,” you say preparing to read the game cards, Pedro laughs at your comment before going quiet so you can talk. “Ok so the game is easy, I just read you scenarios and you tell me if you think they are Valentine’s Date worthy” Pedro nods and you continue “A walk through the city at night” Pedro looks like he’s gonna answer for a second but then makes a scrunched up face “ well…Is that the whole date,” he says turning to you. “ I guess” you laugh turning around the card for more information but it’s blank. “oh well no then, that sounds boring, definitely not valentines date worthy”.

He said shaking his head side to side. “ walking through the city at night can be romantic” you say switching to a new card. “As a date?” Pedro asks lifting an eyebrow. “ yeah but with me everything things romantic soo…” you say shuffling through the cards. “I’ll keep that in mind,” Pedro says quietly, a mischievous, smile spreading across his face. You roll your eyes and pull out the next card and read it “Drive through date where you eat in the parking lot” Pedro shakes his head “No, That sounds horrible - who wrote these ” he asks fake taken aback, you laugh and switch to a new card before speaking . “ you know that actually happened to me before” you say looking up from the card for a second.

“You’re lying,” Pedro says with a “No way” tone in his voice. “Nope, I went on a date with this guy and he took me to Burger King, not even McDonald’s, burger king and he had me pay. we sat in the car in awkward silence for like an hour“ Pedro looked at you in disbelief, “You paid???” He asks leaning forward as if he didn’t hear you correctly. “yes” you sigh shaking your head at the memory trying not to laugh at the thought. “I think he just wanted free food,” Pedro says with an unsteady voice before breaking into a fit of laughter that you follow him in.

“Oh my god I can’t breathe,” you say wiping a small tear from your eye you got from laughing. You take a second to breathe before you speak again “ ok I’m ready now back to the cards, a Candle Light dinner on a rooftop?” you say awaiting Pedro’s answer.

“ umm… yeah that one actually sounds valentines date worthy,” Pedro says still trying to calm down his laughter “Yeah but what if the tablecloth catches on fire from the candles,” you say jokingly awaiting his reaction. “ why are you trying to ruin my imaginary date right now,” Pedro asks turning to face you. “ because why are you taking someone else on a date when I’m right here ” you laugh switching to a New card. “ what are you talking about I’m bringing you?” Pedro says as if it was obvious. “ oh ok then we have a fire extinguisher will be ok” you say in a serious tone Pedro looks like he’s gonna laugh again but he wipes the corners of his mouth with his hand holding in his laugh.

#pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #black reader #pedro peña #pedro Pascal x interviewer #pedro pascal fluff #Pedro Pascal

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peach-fiz · 5 months

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I actually didn't even bother watching the second season of Loki because of the cheap marketing and inconsistent storytelling.

It just felt like the plot was lifted off somewhere it would have made sense, and a character with a similar ego was replaced with Loki and goes through an arc that might have made sense for a blank slate character, but not someone who already has a backstory.

Loki doesn't even feel like Loki after three episodes in S1. The whole point of having a show like that just seems to be about the TVA and Sylvie.

Also the whole genderfluid thing. They 'confirmed' it in the promo and had a line in the script that went completely against anything they just said.

I knew at once that the writers, directors and other parts of production were really just pulling it in different directions and it would probably sound like a jazz trumpeter and a metal guitarist trying to improvise after knowing each other for 15 minutes.

I've been meaning to watch it just so I can have educated opinions on all of it but it's just,, so hard to get into. I definitely agree the marketing was cheap, they did with the 80s McDonald's like they did DB Cooper!Loki and made it centric to the advertising because McDonalds was also getting something out of it which is kinda ass seeing as realistically Loki Laufeyson would burn 6 of them down before he ate in one 😭

I personally don't like either of the major ships in the show but the forced Sylki shit in season 1 really got to me. Like not only did she completely replace him as the main character in HIS show, she's also a variant of him who he wants to make out with and overall it just reads as lazy writing and it's extremely disappointing that Mike Waldron has been put in charge of Multiverse of Madness and The Kang Dynasty since, due to the popularity of the Loki TV show. I was talking to my boyfriend about this last night but it kinda reminds me of the complaints people had ab the last Indiana Jones movie but opposite? Like everyone complained his best friend's daughter was gonna replace him bc she's a Mary Sue and she rlly isnt, she's more reminiscent of Marion in Raiders of the Lost Ark she just doesn't wanna fuck him. But the difference is Indy is a character who's majorly blank for little boys to project themselves onto. Which is great!! It works for those kind of movies, but they're not character development centric like the individual mcu movies tend to be. Loki is characterized in a way that he's drowning in identity issues and family problems and he experiences growth in every installment whether it be positive or negative. It doesn't make sense to take the formula of an Indidna Jones movie where he meets up with a woman who's typically a love interest and has her own issues that are only slightly touched on because that's not the focus, and they go do the plot.

Sylvie is not an Indy Girl, they straight up are trying to replace Loki with Sylvie. And you can tell the character wasn't supposed to have as much importance as she does in the show bc the character was worked on more after the actress they chose was buddies with a producer ( and this is no hate to the actress I'm sure she's delightful everything I've seen her in in terms of interviews has been lovely ).

I also absolutely agree they should've just made a tva mini series to introduce the tva rather than bringing back a dead character who soon will not make much sense anyway because Tom Hiddleston is getting older (and also he deserves to branch out in his career).

The genderfluid thing was a cash grab and it sucks ass, they just want money for acknowledging things already canon in the comics, same with confirming him as bisexual.

My boyfriend is actually writing a fic on ao3 called Find Me that's rlly good if you want Loki content that isn't related to the show.

(YES this is shameless promotion sshhhhshshsh) but fr the loki TV show makes me more confident in my screenwriting bc t h a t got put on disney plus. I'm also working on a Loki show rewrite in my spare time!!

#kid loki #loki (marvel)#loki and thor #loki laufeyson #anti loki show #anti lokius #lokius #anti sylki #tom hiddleston #screenwriting #fic rec #loki fic #logyn #logyn fanfic #mike waldron #peachy rants #long post

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anikaluv · 10 months

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ANIKA’S MASTERLIST

❤︎︎ Thank you for reading my content! Likes, comments, and reblogs will always be heavily appreciated! Love you darling <3

SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales —

︎❤︎︎ FICS ❤︎︎

JUST FOR PRACTICE - Spider-Man!Miles and Prowler!Miles as Twins where you have a crush on Miles (e!1610) and Miles (e!42) suggests you make out with him for practice. w/c : 1.6k

THIS IS REAL - It’s been a few months since you and Myles have been “practicing”, and you finally got the courage to ask Miles out. Unfortunately, you get stood up on y’alls first date and Miles (e!42) happens to come in time to sweep you off your feet. w/c : 2.1k

TRY ‘EM ON - You were shopping in the mall and happen to step upon a matching hello kitty underwear set in your favorite lingerie store. You couldn’t resist, so you bought it, now the problem is how to get Miles to wear them. w/c: 1.9k

I’LL ACCEPT YOU - You were at the dinner table, meeting Miles' mom for the first time, when he excused himself to use the bathroom. As you sat there you noticed a polaroid picture of your breasts on the phone case that Miles had left behind. Now, you had to figure out how to explain this unexpected and embarrassing situation to his mother. w/c: 2.1k

❤︎︎DRABBLES❤︎︎

TOO MANY CURLS — Spider-Man!Miles and Prowler!Miles as Twins where you get a relaxer and they lose their shit (feat. Rio Morales) w/c : 1k

❤︎︎REQUESTS❤︎︎

STICK TOGETHER - Miles learning that you and Myles are dating w/c : 600

CATCH THIS MCFIST - You and Miles work at McDonalds together and one day a rude customer starts to shout at you and things start to go wrong quickly. Thankfully your boyfriend is here to save the day. w/c : 1k

❤︎︎HEADCANNONS❤︎︎

ESTRELLA - Reader and Miles (e!42) adopting a puppy headcannons w/c : 500

ANGELITA - Reader and Miles (e!1610) adopting a puppy headcannons w/c : 500

I'LL BE THERE - Miles was your ex from a year ago, and you had completely moved on, blooming in your new life. So, why was he just now popping up everywhere? w/c : 800

❤︎︎SPECIALS❤︎︎

coming soon..

#ANIKA’S❤︎︎MASTERLIST

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nothoughtsjustluxiem · 2 years

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Random Luxiem Drabble cause I'm sad and need comfort

I'm working on some solo fics might be vox first but I just wanted to share some comfort. I haven't really seen much comfort first with these boys so I'm giving it a try

Vox would absolutely be there for you when you're feeling down, he may not have a lot to help you but is him not being there enough? He'd be making you a dish even if its at such an odd time, he'd even be excited if you were to join him. You mean so much to him, at times you don't realise how he loves to watch you doing random things during the day. Or how at night he loves to hold you when you're both resting in bed or on the couch. He will constantly remind you, how much he loves you.

Luca will do anything to make you happy, even if it means leaving your shared home to go eat in a McDonald. If there's no one near you, he'd take your hands and dance in the parking lot of a mall. He really hates seeing you so sad. Don't be sad!! he'll Pog the sadness away so there's no need to worry. Where do you want to go? He'd drive you to even the most random locations in the town.

Ike can tell if you're sad, so he prepares the night with books and tea. He's so down to just read you a book while he let's you lay on him. It's really comfortable so make sure to take the opportunity as much as possible. He's laying on your couch and your head on his heart as you lay above him. Don't worry he finds it comforting too, how you're both this close. His hand is in your hair, gently rubbing in an up and down motion and soon you're both fast asleep.

Shu is there to lend a hand. He can tell you're not in a good mental state as you're working on a project. So he takes the initiative and take over, sitting behind you with your legs between his as he helps you in any struggles. He's a clever boy, he knows how to help you. As the dimly lit lamp illuminate the whole room, you're holding onto the book as he's explaining the issue to you in a gentle and calming tone.

Mysta will try his best to make you laugh, he and you do everything at home. He cracks jokes, plays games, share embarrassing stories, anything to make you smile. He's a pretty quiet boy, but for you he'll be loud and energetic. You both will do activities right at home, watching movies in pillow forts just for the two of you. If he sees you happy, then he knows he's successful.

#luxiem #vox akuma #nijisanji en #nijisanji #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias #vox akuma x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #mysta rias x reader #vox comfort #ike comfort #luca comfort #mysta comfort #shu comfort #luxiem fluff

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hotcat37 · 4 months

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I loved your list of recommended bojere fics! Maybe a part two of your personal favorites?

Thanks sm for the support anon!! It's tough to pick favorites when there's so many amazing Bojere fics out there but here are a few ones that rlly stayed with me!!

by @puppetmasteronastring !! The follow-up parts to this fic are also excellent as well but ngl the original hits different. Jere and Bojan (+some friends) spend midsummer together and the tension between them finally breaks 👀 Their relationship is so tender in this and even tho they don't officially get together in this one you can just tell they were made for each other <3

by anon!! Some sub/dom with Bojere where Bojan is rlly into the idea of Jere talking Finnish during sex but Jere thinks it's cringe haha The concept itself is humorous but it's so well written and it's rlly sweet to read about Bojan and Jere communicating in regards to their sex life and making sure the other is comfortable 💖

by @mitochondriencocktail !! Absolutely iconic fic. It starts out as a sexy hockey AU but it quickly escalated into a genuinely investing story about Bojan and Jere struggling with their deep feelings for each other. Their dynamic is so fun and interesting in this and the chapter where they sit in McDonald's together and talk for the second time rlly lives in my mind rent free😔💖💖 My only criticism is that we missed out on Jere in a skirt 😤 (but we did get Bojan in it 😏)

by maevenn !! Born From Seafoam hits different. Bojere meet on vacation in a very cringe but hilarious way. Jere is so endearing in this and i love how Bojan just goes along with his shenanigans <3 It's rlly quick paced but it perfectly captures that holiday excitement and how quickly things can escalate between two strangers that immediately hit it off. The descriptions of summer and the environments and Bojan's feelings for Jere are just incredible and I really am hoping it'll get finished some day :")💕

by anon !! This was one of the first Bojere fics I ever read so it's very nostalgic to me. Jere accidentally implies he and Bojan are together during an interview, cue the fake relationship trope 🙏 It started off rlly humorous but then it became more and more emotional as they start to develop real feelings for each other and the angst is fantastic!! This one is also unfinished but it doesn't end on a cliffhanger or anything so it definitely doesn't take away from the experience

by anon!! Bojan comforts an upset Jere after the finals.... It does include voyeurism (by Loreen of all ppl lol) which isn't really my thing but it was so well written and tenderhorny that it didn't bother me reading it :) The smut is great and so is the dialogue (+I just love possessive Bojan in fics lol)

by Don't _forget_peanuts !! Felt nostalgic for some more ESC era Bojere.... The tension between Bojan and Jere reaches a boiling point backstage once the finals are over 👀 Bojan's inner dialogue is so fcking funny and the build-up to the smut and the actual smut itself is just....phew 😋 Bro wanted that Käärijussy

by anon.... Sorry I just had to mention this fic. The massive impact (✈) this had on the fandom needs to be recognized. Quotable lines, heart shattering angst...the author being a fcking menace lmao You have not reached the depths of the Kä iceberg yet if you haven't read this fic

#käärijä #bojere #bojan cvjetićanin #fic rec #listen I encourage rec lists with lesser known fics but some of these are just too iconic not to mention #käärijan #anon ask

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blackbirdofasgard · 2 months

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10 Opening Lines

Finally trying to catch up on some of these tag games. For this one, I was tagged by @lgwilt, @dewdropreader, and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening. Thank you all!

The premise is to share the opening line of our last 10 works and our thoughts on them, so here we go:

After Time Has Passed (Loki/Mobius)

The TVA feels different.

Life Changing (Mobius/Reader)

This was not the first time you found yourself over at Mobius' place feeling sorry for yourself, and you knew it would definitely not be the last.

Hate to See You Leave (Mobius/Reader)

As deeply engrossed as Mobius had been with his case file, he snapped out of it immediately when he heard you shuffling around at your desk next to his.

Subconscious Suggestions (Mobius/Reader)

Sitting at your desk, you were going through the motions of just another ordinary day of work, typing up reports and files like always.

Just Be (Mobius/Reader)

It was well past quitting time in the TVA.

Only a Flesh Wound (Mobius/Reader)

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Mobius stared at his shirt, discarded over the back of a metal hospital chair.

Ahead of the Curve (Mobius/Reader)

The work that day was more of the same old stuff you saw every day, and you were doing your best to focus on it, but it was a hard thing to do when you could feel Ravonna's eyes staring intently at the back of your head.

Soft Spot (Mobius/Reader)

Ravonna tried not to let her eye twitch as she watched Mobius put down his drink on her side table without a coaster under it.

I Want to Tell You (Loki/Mobius)

The leaves overhead were green—a bright, vibrant hue thanks to the warm sunshine lighting them up.

Full of Surprises (Loki/Mobius)

Regrettably, even in the year 2067, McDonald's was still a prevalent corporation with locations all over the world, including in the city Mobius and Loki were visiting to close up a case.

I'm kind of surprised to see how wordy some of these opening lines are lol. I also thought I started fics with dialogue more often than this would suggest. I guess not? Either way, this was an interesting exercise!

I'm honestly unsure if I know any other writers who haven't been tagged in this game yet, so if you're a writer who read this far and you want to participate, please go ahead and have fun with this! Also, full disclosure, it's late where I am and I want to finish this post and go to bed already, so I'm kind of rushing to get this done 😂

#loki/mobius #mobius/reader #my stuff #tag game

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dewdropreader · 6 months

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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I was tagged by @bebx and @loki-is-my-kink-awakening for this “get to know the writer” tag! Thank you! 😊

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

I believe in 2012-2013? I was around 13-14 years old, so around then anyway (my first one doesn’t exist online anymore as far as I know so I can’t double check.) it was the usual middle school fandom girl era lol. First for my current account was February of 2022!

first character you wrote for:

It would have been Rin Matsuoka from Free! Iwatobi Swim Club! Specifically him and Nitori, they were one of my fave ships in that series!

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Basically anyone from the Loki series but especially Loki and Mobius and Sylvie, not necessarily in that order or all together but some combo of them 💚

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I haven’t written for OFMD but would really like to! I’ve had a lot of feels s2, no solid ideas yet but maybe something will spark some inspiration! Also Red White and Royal Blue! I haven’t gotten a chance to read the book yet but I watched the movie and got hooked and love those boys too 💕 so maybe one or both of them if the Loki series even temporarily gets it’s hooks out of me (with s2 though I’ve been as bad if not worse than before with my obsession so who knows lol)

And for within marvel the ship that got me into fanfic and got me to make this current ao3 account was Stucky so even though I only read for them and never wrote, they always have a place in my heart!

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Also just Loki atm! But who knows for the future.

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Mobius and any of the void Lokis as the best found family ever (Mobius and kid, Mobius and classic, Mobius and all of them my beloveds)

I haven’t written it recently but also wrote B-15 and Sylvie in a non romantic context and even though I think they’re also cute romantically I love them as a platonic pair and want to do more with them too! Similarly Sylvie and C-20, I wish they could have been friends if things had gone a bit differently 🥺

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Lokius and Sylkius! Haven’t written any pure Sylki but who knows (I just like Mobius too much to not include him atm)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Hurt/comfort, fluff, and hugs 😂 sounds about right to me! I like some pain and crying and working through stuff but need the hugs and comfort alongside it/after it for sure.

your current platform where you post your works

AO3 is the same as my name here!

I try to post my fics links on tumblr too but don’t always remember so ao3 is always best bet if you want to read my stuff!! 😍

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

Right now I’m most heavily focused on a character study type fic cataloging different moments with Sylvie adapting to her McDonald’s life but specifically looking at her relationship with Jack, I think she would have such a great big sister vibe and they could learn a lot from each other 🥹

“Good job today, Sylvie,” Jack says, his lopsided smile clear even before Sylvie glances his way. He’s always got compliments and kindness at the ready, and he’s young and gentle enough that they’re always believable.

“Thanks, Jack,” she feels a smile curl onto her face. She still, even after knowing Loki and Mobius and B-15, feels like she doesn’t know how to have friends or family or any genuine connections at all. But Jack is the first in a long time to feel so real to her, to feel like a relationship she can stick with, with these new more permanent circumstances and her distance from the trauma of the TVA. She doesn’t remember what it’s like to be a sister, her memories of Thor long gone beyond the occasional glimmers in her dreams, let alone what being the older sister would be like, but this is what she suspects it is. A fierce protectiveness and gentle care, the ignoring of any silly flaws or naïveté because you just care about the person. That’s what she has for Jack, ever since he took her under his wing as an employee, she’s done the same for him as just a person.

“Mind if I stay here for a bit? My ma is going to be a few more minutes.”

Sylvie just smiles softly and scoots over on the wide hood of her truck, gesturing to the empty spot.

Jack nods rather sagely as he awkwardly hoists himself on to the hood of the truck, pushing himself up with his arms and then practically throwing himself on to it.

He pants softly as he adjusts to lay on his back a foot or two away from Sylvie, giving her another boyish grin. “Hey.”

“Very smooth, Jack,” Sylvie snorts.

“Your truck is huge! I’ve ridden in trucks before but yours is massive! I’m not sure how you even get up here, you’re shorter than me!” He laughs.

“My little secret, I guess,” Sylvie shrugs with a slight smile, returning her gaze to the inky sky, dotted with a trillion stars.

I’m excited to keep writing this, I’ve got some Lokius ideas in the works too but this one has been my focus for a few days!!

I’d love to see anyone do this that is interested but I’ll tag my usual group!!

@insert-witty-user-name-here @starport-seven-five @lgwilt @mirilyawrites @cha-melodius @chaos-monkeyy @waterhorseyblues-ao3 @blackbirdofasgard @dreamycloud @queen-of-meows

#loki #lokius #Sylvie #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic questions #ao3 author #get to know me #fic wip

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go-learn-esperanto · 2 years

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i really want to get into mcyt-related (dsmp, hermitcraft, last/third life, osmp, afterlife, etc.) fanfics but i dont even know where to start. do you happen to have any fic recommendations?

Well, this all depends on what you want.

I think most of the classics are very good way to start, although most are a bit long.

The only one of the most known fics that I think might not be a the best way to start is TommyInnit's Unbeatable Method of Avoiding Sudden Death because it's a fic notorious for being difficult to begin. A lot of people start reading it, stop, and then might repeat the process until they manage to keep reading more than like 3 chapters and once they do that they start being obsessed and read it til the end almost in one go. Then they won't recover for the rest of their lives but beginning is difficult. Worth it but difficult.

I am a very big fan of angsty fics so a lot of the ones I like the most are always a bit sad.

For fic recs:

Passerine - Written by Thcscus. Classic, my favourite fic of all time. It has seven chapters and it's a rollercoaster of emotions that goes up then goes down drastically. One of the most beautiful things I've ever read and with a godd message. If I had to give it my summary it would be

Technoblade arrives at his long Friend Philza's — also known as the Angel of Death — castle, after this one had abandoned Techno without a word. There King Philza makes Techno promiss to help his oldest son, Wilbur, with voices that both Techno and Wilbur hear. What Techno will realise is that the promiss will extend to being more than Wilbur's tutor, and that Techno won't be the only one having to deal with Philza abandoning the ones he loves. Wilbur becomes king at 16.

Technoblade and Philza are immortal, Wilbur and Tommy... Are not.

Or maybe read the author's summary which is always poetic and beautiful.

For something way shorter but still very good, from the same author;

When Wilbur Met Sally - shorter fic about, well, Sally and Wilbur meeting. This one happens in the canon storyline of the Dream SMP so you already have a bit of an idea of how this is going to end. This is a fic I could spoil but that wouldn't really matter since it's the feelings and relationship between the characters that matter. I think it's a good introduction to mcyt fics. I also think the summary made by the author is perfect:

When asked, years down the line, she will begin the story with a tight smile and a “Once upon a time” with a voice that sounds like a double-edged sword. Like she is telling an inside joke that even she cannot laugh at. She will repeat the words, more somber, until they are no longer words but a mere collection of sounds, beautiful but indistinguishable, incoherent—birdsong, or a ballad from some lovesick boy’s guitar.

Once upon a time, as if they were a fairy tale.

As if they had a happily ever after.

Denouement - Written by @/isa-grapes How I wish Wilbur and Tommy's conversation to go. Follows canon. Also short. Very sweet but not in a fluff way, more in a hurt comfort way. Characterisation is on point. If Wilbur's talk with Tommy in canon isn't as good as this one I'm gonna be disappointed and accept this one as canon instead.

It's an one-shot!

TommyInnit's Clinic For Supervillains - Written by @/bonesandthebees Do you want to read a Super Hero AU fic but TommyInnit's Unbeatable Method of Avoiding Sudden Death seems to be difficult in catching your interest immediately? This one's for you! The fic where Tommy, just a guy working at a café, saves supervillain Siren from dying. Things escalate. Also Tommy becomes best friends with this guy Wilbur who starts going to the café regularly. I wonder how that's related 🧐

Anywway, this has one of the funniest scenarios I've seen in a fic. Supervillain Siren in full gothic attire and Tommy dressed in normal cheap clothes trying to order at a McDonald's. "Yeah, it's totally a kidnapping believe us. Tommy what do you want? Chicken nuggets? Yeah, chicken nuggets for my hostage. He also wants sauce to go with that."

This fic is also a discussion about morality and family. It might go where you don't expect it to go.

This is About a Stuffed Bird - Written by @/theminecraftbee. It's a zombie apocalypse fic from the pov of Mumbo who has decided he's gonna stop hiding and do everything in his power to find Grian (Before the apocalypse started Mumbo promised Grian to give him a talking parrot robot with some simple AI). Mumbo is not confident at all so the story really has him overcome small things that you'd expect a typical zombie apocalypse protagonist to be good at.

Ah, and by the way, the monsters aren't exactly zombies. They're worse. Will give me nightmares for the rest of my life.

I recommend you check the writter's blog since they have a bunch of smaller fics in post format so you can have a small dose and see the style of the author.

Covet - Written by @/digitalta. Another horror one! A fic about boatem who has a distinct lack of Grian but definitely has a boatemhole monster. Scout my beloved.

It's a fic where the hermits are trying to deal with a problem (the boatemhole monster) in the best way they can. Some of them are terrified, others are Scar who doesn't know the definition of danger... Others are trying to understand and sympathize with Scout... They're doing their best. When you get over the initial horror you actually might start feeling a bit sad for the boatemhole monster.

I have a recommendation: Passerine Podcast. It's a YouTube channel who's reading Dream SMP fanfiction and the quality is very good. They have read Passerine from beginning to end so you can listen to it. They've also read Bones in the Ocean by @/bunfloras & @/wolfythewitch, which is a pirate fic centred on Emerald duo (very good too) and have begun reading TommyInnit's Clinic For Supervillains!

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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flowers and cake, galore ― tyler seguin

note: happy mother's day to every mother, every sister, every grandmother, and everyone else who steps up. you're all amazing, and we see you. we love you. another note: so this fic does take place in 2022 but let's all pretend that the playoff game is sunday and not saturday. thanks :) summary: mother's day with the seguins. warnings: children word count: 717 words

mother's day happened to fall on the one day tyler had a game and he had been beating himself about it for weeks. he wanted to be there to take owen and rory for the day to let you have a day to yourself but work got in the way.

"i'm really sorry i can't take them. i'll plan something really big for you tomorrow." tyler frowned as he got ready to leave.

"it's okay, really. and you don't have to do anything tomorrow. the dinner we had was perfect."

"yeah, and it was a week ago. we're gonna go out tomorrow and we're gonna have an amazing dinner and we're gonna spend the night together because you deserve it." he told you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"fine." you sighed, "but nothing too-too fancy."

"whatever you want to do. we could even go to mcdonalds." you smiled.

"go, we'll see you later." you kissed him on the cheek, then pushed him towards the door. he laughed, walking back over to you and cupping your face, giving you a long kiss.

"happy mother's day. you're the great, strongest, most amazing woman i know. i love you."

"i love you, too." you smiled, kissing him once more, than waving him off.

as you got lunch ready for the kids, the doorbell rang. you opened the door but saw no one until marshall started sniffing around at the flowers sitting on the front step.

you picked them up and carried them into the house, reading the little note as you set them on the island.

'happy mother's day. love you, hot mama! -tyler, rosie, and owen ❤️'

you smiled, snapping a picture and sending it to tyler with a little thank you message, "lunchtime!" you hollered. rosie came running in and sat down at the table, digging into the meal you made.

"thank you for the flowers, roro."

she giggled, "your welcome, mommy." you leaned down and kissed her head.

a few hours later, you were standing in front of the glass. owen was strapped to your chest in the baby bjorn while rosie stood up on the ledge, hands pressed to the glass as she tried to spot her dad.

"look over there, roro." you pointed. her face lit up when she saw tyler skating over to where you were.

"daddy." she squealed happily, slapping her hands on the glass.

tyler waved back, slapping his hand on the glass, "blow daddy a kiss." you told her. she kiss her hand then blew it in his direction. tyler blew one back, then blew one back at you.

you laughed, blowing him one too. you waved owen's little hand as he mouthed 'i love you' and skated backward.

after the game, owen was asleep and rosie wasn't far behind. eventually the guys started walking out, a few with bouquets of flowers in their hands.

you quickly figured out that all the fathers on the team were giving flowers to their partners. tyler walked out with his usual silly grin, a bouquet of flowers in his own arms.

rosie left your side and ran over to tyler, "hi, roro." he picked her up and kissed her head, "come on, let's go give these to mommy." she held up part of the bouquet as they handed it over to you.

"thank you, roro." you kissed her cheek, "and thank you." you leaned up and placed a kiss on tyler's cheek.

"your welcome." he kissed your head, "now come, let's go. we have one more surprise for mommy at home, right?"

"right." rosie nodded.

you met up at home and were told to stay in the garage until they told you to come in, "all right, you can come in." rosie told you.

you laughed, linking hands with her as she led you into the kitchen. a little banner hung above that read 'happy mother's day!' and there was a cake in the middle of the island.

tyler stood on the other side, owen in his arms and a smile on his face, "what's all this?"

"it was rosie's idea. she thought why only have cake on birthdays, so here." tyler cut a slice and handed it to you.

"thank you. today has been so much fun." you smiled.

"you deserve it."

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tseguin92 happy mother’s day to the best mother in the planet. we’re so lucky to have you. thank you for everything. love you 😘💚

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yn.seguin thank you, love you too! ❤️

starswags they’re so cute 😭

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alexiela73 · 1 year

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Can I get some present mic stuff :^) yk, that good shit if u catch my drift 👀

Part of me really wanted to write a fic, but I hope a headcanon was okay

Present Mic As A Dad

While there were always some thoughts about settling down and having a family, Mic never really expected...something like it to happen

Within a few months of each other, he suddenly became the father to a teenage carbon copy of his best friend(/possible husband) Shota Aizawa and a small, traumatized girl with no control of her powers or any idea what its like to be a normal kid

It was the scariest thing ever- Aizawa was overwhelmed between between his class, the villains, and now adopting two kids. Of course Mic said he’d go into this with him

Unfortunately, manuals on how to raise kids don’t include powers going out of control or how to stop your teenager from adopting every cat they come across like their father

Mic started going to parenting classes and honestly, he ended up in a moms yoga group. The moms love him so much, as he is sensitive, fun and clearly cares about his kids

He starts making lunches for both- since Shinsou is now his kid, Mic gets the fun of embarrassing him a bit at school, calling ‘I love you’ with his special volume, or dropping off lunches where everything is heart shaped

Mic and Aizawa take turns home-schooling Eri so that both can attend classes. Mic never tells Aizawa but half the day is actually going to the park to play, or making cookies together

Out of worry for their health, Mic starts watching cooking shows out of worry that they aren’t eating healthy enough, and goes through an experimental stage where everything tastes horrible except his grilled cheese

At night, Mic always reads Eri a story before bed under the glow of a sea lamp, usually until Eri is fast asleep

The first time Eri called him dad, Mic bawled like a baby and told everyone at school

Sometimes sneaks Eri out of school for father-daughter dates, usually to the movies, mcdonalds or to go get their hair done

When Shinsou starts to take interest in a classmate, its Mic that he goes to for advice, which honestly meant so much to him

Sometimes if Mic sleeps in late, he’ll just let the kids play hooky for the day, which Aizawa doesn’t usually know about till later

Tried the vacuum trick on Eri’s hair- they never did it again and he got the scolding of a lifetime from Aizawa

Hand-knitted stockings for them all before Christmas

For Shinsou and Eri, he threw them each huge birthday parties that were over the top, because he wanted them to experience a real birthday for once

Despises cats with a passion

Wears bracelets made by Eri to work and gives extra homework to anyone who makes fun of them

Shinsou calls him a granny driver because he’s always five km below the limit when Eri is in the car

Totally runs Eri’s dance class with a bunch of friends she meets from the park

Every night he whispers ‘I love you,’ outside their doors, because he worries not enough people have told them in their life times

#Present Mic #Present Mic Headcanon #Present Mic BNHA #Present Mic MHA #MHA #MHA Headcanon #Dad Present Mic #Hizashi Yamada #Hizashi Yamada Headcanon

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persephonescottage · 2 years

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PONY | 14.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Billy buried you alive… in blankets.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: I’m aware that you waited a lot for this I’m sorry if it’s underwhelming but there’s more to come. Also 45 F is cold if you don’t use Fahrenheit. Missed you lots.

You woke up to the buzzing sound of your phone against the wooden nightstand, your hand slapping against the device stoping it from falling off the edge. You wonder who would call in the middle of the night as the sleeves of the sweater you wore made the glass phone slippery on your tired hand.

“Hello?”

Your voice sounds raspy and strained and you clear your throat soon after.

“Hi, just calling to see how you were feeling.”

“Henry?”

You feel yourself wake up immediately.

Why was Henry Dumas calling you in the middle of the night? So casually, to ask you how you were feeling?

“Yeah, hope I didn’t wake you.” His voice sounds boyish and optimistic and you wish you could reciprocate.

“Not at all” You lie looking down at the phone on your hands and then you notice again the sweater you wore.

It’s a thin burgundy crew neck sweater.

And it’s not yours.

Flashes start to come back to your memory. Your dark room, the feeling of lips on your neck, a cold blade on you hips, his tongue on your clit, his fingers inside of you, the best orgasm you ever had.

Was it all a dream?

Had he really been here?

“I wanted to surprise you at your supermarket job today but they told me you called in sick.”

Henry’s got your full attention now.

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m actually outside the market right now I brought you lunch cause I know you always forget to eat, but they said you called in sick this morning, do you need anything? Medicine, a doctor? Or are you just hungover from last night?”

You hear his giggle over the phone and scramble to look on your screen’s clock. It’s noon, you skipped work.

You never skip work.

He really was here.

“Just a common cold, I’ll be fine, thanks for calling.”

You’re rushing to hung up now.

Your feet are still tangled in the sheets. There are and layers of sheets and blankets that cover you that weren’t there last night and you struggle to lift each one of them and release yourself from the bed.

Your naked feet touch the floor and you feel it.

It’s freezing cold.

How can it be cold? Just yesterday this shoebox of an apartment was boiling hot and now you were putting your naked legs back in the sea of blankets of your bed and trying to ignore the couple hickeys on you thighs. Henry’s voice still came from your forgotten phone on your hand and you realize you missed half his conversation but hear just enough to piece it together.

He’s asking you to accompany him to the gala and you’re surprised.

You thought after his surprised expression last night seeing where you lived he would desist of this ridiculous pursuit of you, but apparently sometimes rich people get bored of caviar and crave some McDonald’s.

“I’m not sure that’s appropriate Henry.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Let me ask my boss and I’ll get back to you, yeah?”

“Ok, but let me know quick ok? I’d like to plan the evening with you. Maybe get some matching outfits, they’re kind of our thing.”

You laugh shyly at his joke, or you at least hope that he’s joking when you hear his sweet voice wish you a quick recovery and you thank him as you say your goodbyes before hanging up.

You should be excited.

An important, handsome bachelor just asked you out, he went to your minimum wage job to bring you lunch and offered to take you to a gala and here you are, tangled in blankets dreaming about a man who drugs you with baked goods and eats you out.

Hey, the heart wants what it wants.

You examine the sweater with more detail, the sleeves are too long for your arms and the cover your hands completely. The texture is soft on your fingertips and up close you can see different colors of red in the wool.

It looks expensive, like merino wool and you close your eyes to smell it. As you suspect it still smells a little of his cologne and you feel a tingling sensation on your lower stomach that reminds you that you’re completely naked under the sweater that could probably pay for a month of your rent.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling letting the scent of him linger around you gather the courage to get out of bed, leaping around the cold floors until you reach your fuzzy slippers and frantically open your dresser to take out your winter pijamas.

the apartment is like a meat freezer and you rub your hands together reaching the thermostat on the hallway to the kitchen.

You can’t help but smile.

The green fluorescent numbers on the screen read fourth five degrees, under it theres a pink post it with a rushed calligraphy you know too well by now.

‘You’re welcome. -B.’

You enter the kitchen and as you start the coffee machine you debate on calling him. Will the unknown number from last night work? Will he have disconnected it by now? Would it be stupid of you to call?

And say what?

Thanks for fixing my AC?

Thanks for the sweater?

Thanks for the orgasm?

But a few minutes later your coffee cup is filled up and your phone is ringing and you hear a low voice answer on the other side and you choke. He didn’t disconnect the phone. He really is there.

“You called in sick for me?”

“Good morning Pony.”

“It’s noon.”

“Good afternoon Pony.” you can hear his smile through the phone.

“Why would you call out for me? I never skip work.”

“You had no sleep last night.”

“Thanks to who?”

“To the person who’s taking responsibility and calling in sick for you, you’re welcome.”

“What was my excuse?”

“I said that you were just too beautiful to work and they would just have to do without you.”

“I’m serious!”

“I said you had a cold.” He finally admits. “I also told them I was your husband by the way.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Well they asked where you were, they thought I kidnapped you.”

“You did call without my consent.”

“Don’t be ungrateful dear, I called from the vent while I fixed you AC.”

“Oh yeah, thanks for that too.”

“Don’t thank me it’s for my own amusement. Now your nipples will always be perky.”

“Jesus.” You roll your eyes and hear him laugh on the line.

The conversation is so casual, so easy you almost forget the context. You told Gianna you’d sleep with this man and get him out of your system and now you’re not sure you’ll be able to.

You can hear the city in the background of his call, voices, phones, people, and you want to ask him were he is.

“Are you working?

“Yeah I’m actually kinda busy here. I’ll call you later today baby.”

“Ok.”

“Get some rest. Oh Pony, one more thing before I let you go.” His voice sounds serious and commanding and you suddenly feel small. “Don’t even think about going to the gala with Henry Dumas.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #pony fic #stalker!billy #my writting #billy russo fanfic #justice for henry

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