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flowery-mess · 19 days

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Noah dating slavic girl

I am writing this as a slavic girl myself, I know this is specific and probably not all of you can relate. If I could write about all nationalities and cultures, I would, but I don't feel educated enough to do that, also it doesn't feel right to write about something I'm not part of. I hope I don't offend anyone. I hope you understand and I hope you will still enjoy reading this!💗 you can talk to me through inbox or submit a post about what it would be like dating you, if you're from non slavic country, I'm interested in cultural differences!✨

First and foremost, your beauty

There is something about the 'slavic girl aesthetic' that makes men fall to their knees

Your pale skin that makes your eyes pop out

However you and Noah met, the first thing he noticed about you was your thick accent

Because I feel like no matter how hard we try, we all have the same accent

But he didn't ask where are you from straight away, because he assumed that it is something everyone asks

It was when you started talking about 'back home' or 'in my home country' that he asked where are you from

He's a smart man who travels through Europe, so he knew where that country is

Still you couldn't help some jokes about americans not knowing a thing about Europe

He acted like he was interested in your name because of where are you from, but in reality he just wanted to know your name

That being sad, there was lot of attempts to pronounce it correctly

Which was cute

But he couldn't get it right

He said he's going to practice and surprise you next time he sees you

Which made a great opportunity for him to ask you out

And who could say no to this man

I bet this man would google facts about your country to charm you

And translate how to tell you that you're really beautiful in your native language

You usually get annoyed if people make that your whole personality, but Noah would be so cute and genuely interested in what you have to say about your home country, that you wouldn't be mad at him

I can imagine dates where you cook your national meals for him

Him saying that you need to cook them for all of the boys, because it's really good

He would become like a fan of your country, telling everyone little facts he learns from you

He would show off new words he learned every time he meets the boys

And they would get annoyed

He would also be amazed every time you talk to someone from back home, because I think slavic languages sound really agressive and he would listen even though he can't understand

Then he would ask what did you talk about and would be surprised if you said about that it was about makeup or work

When you make things official you plan a trip to your country to meet your family, friends and to get to know your culture more

I'm going to skip the family part, because I don't fit in this part of slavic strong family bond lol

But can you imagine what would slavic grandmothers say to his tattoos?

But he would be surprised how welcoming your friends are and that everyone can talk in english with him so it's easy to get to know them

Your friends enjoying teaching him cuss words

He would love eating out in local pubs, because you cook those meals perfectly, but the quality of american ingredients is worse than in Europe

Beer. That's it, do I need to say more?

He would be amazed by the nature in your country

You would plan another trip to Europe in winter so he could enjoy this very cold weather with full experience

Maybe another trip to celebrate Christmas, Easter, 1st of May or Walpurgis night

I'm sure he would be interested in that

In all those traditions, clothes, food, songs and activites that are done on those holidays

Songs and music in general, we can't forget that

Slavic music is beautiful

You would show him some clasic old music and new young musicians that make modern folk music

Maybe that could be inspiration for BO new music hehe

Talking about music, watching Eurovision with you is a must!

I feel like Noah is very open person to new things, so he would love living with a slavic partner and finding new things about you or your country everyday

Even if it was with how you do things at home

Collecting plastic bags, saving boxes from a food and then using it as a box for something different or some weird snacks

Alcohol? You can easily out drink every american in your friend group

Hear me out... wedding

You don't have to be much traditional, but there are things that are done at weddings out of habit I'd say

Like breaking a plate and seeing how you two can clean the mess together to see how you will work in the future

Or dancing with 'crowns' made out of things typical for your country

Or the guests tinkling on plates at wedding reception so you two share a kiss every time they do it

Or chopping wood which can be done only by Noah to prove that he is worthy to be married to you or you two can do it together to show your love and commitment to overcome obstacles together

I'm sure it would be cultural shock for the American side

I feel like if you would plan to have kids together, he would take learning your language more serious

Because you would want to teach your kid both languages

So he wants to learn more so he can understand when the baby is talking in your language

Maybe you could move to Europe later in life for some time

Explore and travel through countries

Buy a house in the woods and have a place to come back that would be fully yours

I'm a bit sceptical about relationships with person from a different country, but I'm sure Noah would give 110% to make it work

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens imagine #noah sebastian band

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rolotouto · 4 months

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Lost Stories 2023 Xmas Event

Lost Stories 2023 Christmas event story: I recorded only the parts which have the most Rolo, but the event itself focuses mainly on Nunnally, Lelouch and Anya (who wants to help Nunnally).

Sometime after Gino and Anya are already Ashford Academy students, Lelouch and Nunnally, who can't meet each other, both are sad that this is the "first" Christmas they won't spend together (it should be the 2nd: during Turn 3 there was a photo of the Student Council celebrating Christmas during Lelouch's time with altered memories). Milly notices there's something wrong with Lelouch and after he claims that it's just because it's getting cold lately, Milly says he seems sensitive to cold weather too (Lelouch complains "What does that 'too' refer to"), Rivalz adds that also to hot weather, Shirley that he doesn't like the air conditioning being too strong, and Rolo confirms that he's indeed not good with the cold. They realize that Christmas is coming and Rivalz teases "No wonder Shirley is so emotionally reactive," because, as most people reading this probably know, Christmas is a romantic season in Japan. After her "Hey! Rivalz!", Rolo suspiciously "..."s her, making her say "No way. Even Rolo is looking at me like that…". Uh-oh... She explains "I was just wondering about how will everyone spend Christmas..." and Rolo answers "That's a given. Brother will be with me..." but Lelouch's idea is "Yeah. Us all Student Council members will have a party this year too, right?" Rolo is caught off-guard by the idea, it seems, though he accepts it fine. The story also shows Anya wanting to do something to help Nunnally, who is sad because she won't be able to share this Christmas with her brother, but in the video I uploaded I jump to Rolo and Lelouch back at the Club House:

Rolo "Hey, hey, Brother. About Christmas..." Lelouch "..." Rolo "Brother?" Lelouch "Mm? Ah, sorry. I was lost in thought. So what did you want to talk about?" Rolo "Yeah. About Christmas, um... I was wondering what you do during a Christmas party..." Lelouch "Oh, right. This is going to be your first Christmas." Rolo "Yeah. Of course, I do know what it is in terms of knowledge, and I've even been to Christmas party venues on missions before. But I've never spent it with other people, that's why..." (<- TN: Except when you dressed up as a reindeer together with Lelouch, right.) Lelouch "I see. However, you don't have to be on guard. All you have to do is spend a lively time with everyone, like always." Rolo "I see... By the way, what kind of party did you have last year?"

Lelouch tells him about what I assume was last year's actual in-game event (I didn't play through it), where at first it looked like the party might be called off because everyone had their reasons for not being able to participate. Lelouch says a miracle happened, though. Rolo responds "A miracle? Such a thing..." and Lelouch agrees "Yeah, it was actually an accumulation of coincidences." Rolo mentions that fortunately, it looks like everyone will be able to join in this year, and then asks Lelouch "Brother, you are okay too, right?" but, despite answering "Yes," Lelouch is only thinking about how he won't be able to spend this Christmas with his little sis. As for the last scene in the video, let me first sum up the rest of the story: Anya discovers that despite Nunnally being restricted from interacting with anyone at Ashford, she (Nunnally) can still leave gifts for the Student Council members as long as she avoids direct contact with them, so "Santa Claus Anya" takes "Santa Claus Nunnally" there with Mordred. And even though the Student Council members don't remember that Nunnally was their friend, they're honored to receive her presents when they find them in the morning. Even Rolo says "There's one for me too..."! How did Nunnally prepare a present for Rolo?

Meanwhile, Suzaku asks the Student Council members to please get Nunnally presents (or just one? Not sure) because she was really looking forward to meeting them (Lelouch at first suspects that Suzaku might be testing him, but he quickly realizes that Suzaku genuinely wants to help Nunnally). Lelouch, no longer in a state of dejection, suddenly becomes almost overly enthusiastic. He takes charge, organizing tasks for Rivalz, Shirley, Rolo, and Milly, as you can see in the final bit I recorded:

Lelouch (after giving tasks to Rivalz and Shirley) "Rolo, how is the route for the delivery of stage sets, props, and costumes on the day of the performance?"

Rolo "Everything is already arranged, Brother. But why are you suddenly so motivated...?" Lelouch "You also want your first Christmas to be lively and fun, right? That's why." Rolo "... I see. Brother, you were thinking about me..." Lelouch "Isn't it obvious? That being said, if you have some free time, please draft the script for the appointed day." Rolo: "Yeah! Okay, Brother." That's mean, Lulu... In the end, Suzaku delivers the presents to Nunnally, and although he can't reveal that he's giving her a gift from Lelouch himself, she is able to tell.

And that's the end. It was brief, but I liked how Lelouch and Rolo talked just a little bit about Rolo's past. Maybe next year Lelouch actually cares though...

#code geass #lost stories #translation #rolo lamperouge #lelouch lamperouge #nunnally lamperouge #suzaku kururugi #milly ashford #rivalz cardemonde #shirley fenette #code geass r2 #anya alstreim

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oc-place · 2 months

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For the OC questions; 3, 15, 22, and 37 for Dawn <3

Fifty OC Questions

Ok I'm putting this under a read more because I rambled way too much oops.

How does your OC feel about their birthday?

So I went with the 28th of December for her birthday, thanks to your help! Honestly, probably more positively now than when she was young? With it being in-between Christmas and the New Year, she never really expects much attention anyway. It always felt more like a obligation from her parents when she was younger, so she appreciated whatever she could get.

It was when she reached her teens, that she noticed how the people around her spoke to and about her differently than they used to before. All the talk of womanhood and expectations got worse with each year, and made her dread her birthday. Back then, the main person who was able to make her feel positively about her birthday was Gator, even if it meant they sometimes had to sneak away to celebrate.

It's only after she leaves, and lives with a more supportive family, that they start to encourage her to celebrate her birthday properly, even if she still doesn't expect much attention.

What item does your OC hold most dear?

Well there's the St Jude necklace she's had since she was thirteen (that has likely had to have the chain replaced a couple of times by now). I also think there's a good chance that back when they were dating, Gator got her a necklace with a bird on it that she used to wear all the time too. I think she would have taken that with her when she moved away too, trying to hold onto a scrap of hope, but I think after a couple of years, it probably ends up hidden at the bottom of a jewellery box. (Although it absolutely finds its way back to regular rotation after everything at the ranch) I don't think she was able to take too much with her when she left, so she had to prioritise necessities more when it came to packing, but I know there was more I was thinking of before that I frustratingly can't remember now. I think I'll be coming back to this answer and adding more when I can.

If your OC ever got the chance, would they go back in time? When would they go?

I had a feeling you would ask this one, and honestly it's a complex answer? A sort of yes and no? I assume we're talking about in their own life, and I think for a long time the answer would have been yes, and perhaps unsurprisingly she would have wanted to go back to the last time she spoke (or rather, argued) with Gator, the week before she left. She would always wonder if there had been something she could have said or done to make him come with her instead, so that's why she would have wanted to go back, to try anything to convince him.

Though when she got older (and obviously goes through therapy etc), those stronger feelings would fade, and she would think it was for the best that she left for her own wellbeing and that she didn't really have a choice? And honestly, even after everything that went down after they met again, she wouldn't be fully sure of her answer but she would lean towards no, because she feels that now due to her own experiences and her job etc, that she can help him more now? But obviously she'd still wish he didn't have to go through all that.

So I guess it depends how old Dawn is when the question is posed to her :P (If we're talking more general time travel, I don't think she would want to go back in time. If anything, she would want to see the future, in the hope that life would be better for people.)

What part of yourself do you love in your OC?

This is the toughest question I think! I guess the first thing that comes to mind is the idea of wanting to help others where I can? (And how that comes through with both of my OCs, just in different ways) The other would probably be that for obvious reasons, I'm not much of a physical person, so I have to use my words wisely too, especially in regards to fighting back or conflict resolution and all that I guess. So that's why it just felt right to go down that route for Dawn too?

#jennathearcher #these ended up being longer than I initially planned oops sorry about that!#and sorry it took so long! most of them I had an idea with but every time I'd try to do it something else had to take priority pfft #I hope these make sense though #about dawn

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wanndavision · 2 years

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[♠︎] for dear life (P.P., drabble)

CONTENT; gn!reader; fluff. literally no substance to this other than fluff; spelling mistakes prob

SUMMARY; The swinging experience isn't built for everyone to enjoy.

WORD COUNT; 672

A/N; just a small drabble before i go to sleep :) late merry christmas to those who celebrated!! pls ignore spelling errors, i will edit when i wake up. enjoy :))

“Peter, I’m actually going to die.”

“Just relax.”

“Relax? Did really just tell me to relax? I’m going to strangle you as soon as we get down-”

“You’re making this worse for yourself.”

“I’m literally flying through the air. I could fall and die, Peter. I could be dead by now-” A loud, painful scream shot from your throat, preventing you from rambling on any longer when Peter swung again from a larger building. He giggled—actually giggled—at your reaction to swinging along with him.

You had begged him to do so practically seconds after finding out his identity, which he wasn’t too keen on in the beginning for very obvious reasons. Finally, after months, Peter had gained more trust in his abilities and offered to do exactly what you had asked for. What neither of you were prepared for, though, was your terrible fear of everything about the act itself: Heights, drops, and large buildings that could crush you if you hit them hard enough.

His grip on your side was secure, and your hold on his neck was deathly. He fully believed that if he were to let you go, you’d still cling to him without even noticing the lack of support—that’s how hard you were clutching him.

“Do you want to get down somewhere?” Peter asks with a laugh, which only escalates when he feels your head nodding feverishly. “Alright.”

Carefully, Peter shoots a web to the nearest (and shortest) building he could find and pulls the both of you to the flat, stable ceiling of it. You let out a large breath, that he assumes you've been holding ever since your last scream, before immediately sitting yourself down. Your head is placed in your hands when Peter squats down to your level.

"You okay?" Peter asks. It isn't patronizing, nor comical like his tone from before; it's honest concern. That's why you don't seem as angry as you promised you would be when you were in the air. You look up at him.

"Yeah," you shake your head. "I'm just sorry."

"For what?"

"Being dramatic." You hide your face in your hands once again, and Peter feels his heart sink at the genuine embarrassment that you curl yourself up with.

Grunting, Peter takes the seat right beside you, propping himself up with his hands. "Oh, you mean your screaming?" You wince. "That's hardly anything compared to my first time."

You snort. "You literally invented it, Peter."

"Well, yeah," he laughs in return. "But, when I took that first swing...God, I was probably heard all across New York." This time, you laugh. "No, seriously, I think I heard noise complaints on the police radio."

Your laughter didn't stop, and Peter's heart rises; it flutters up to his throat when you lean into him.

"You can't be serious."

He doesn't say anything, only staring at your beaming smile. For a moment, all he does is watch your body relax as the embarrassment and stress leaves you. When you catch his gaze, Peter finally finds words.

"It only gets better the more you do it, you know? You just need practice." He says honestly. That's how he'd gotten comfortable enough to be responsible of a whole other person while swinging, and that's how he plans on getting you to enjoy the experience. Because if you truly looked, the view was extraordinary.

You sniff before saying, "Okay."

Peter stands, stretching slightly, and offers his hand to you. You take it, lifting yourself up without letting his hand go.

"Ready?" he puts on his mask.

"Oh." You grip his hand tighter. "Can we walk?"

"Y/N, we're not even remotely close to your house." Peter explains quickly, slightly preparing himself to begin swinging again.

"But..." He feels a tug at his hand, and he knows turning around was in his worst interests

He turns to you regardless. Your eyes are wide, resembling a puppy who lost its toy, and a small pout shapes your lips. Exactly what he was expecting, and yet, exactly what took him off guard. Peter groans.

"Alright. But next time, we're swinging the whole time."

"Whatever you say, Spidey."

#x reader #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #spider man x reader #spiderman x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #fluff #avengers x reader #this actually isnt good but yk how it is #im being insecure

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everythingsinred · 3 years

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Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Natsume (pt. 13)

Oh no... 13 is an unlucky number! Oh, well.

Up to this point we've seen Natsume fall in love with Mikan. This next arc is all about discovering Natsume, however, and we've pretty much already talked about that so maybe my analysis for his perspective will leave some things to be desired, which is fine, because Mikan's will come in due time! That being said, there's plenty of stuff in this arc, especially at the start of it, to analyze for Natsume as well.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Takahashi-san has dressed all the Elementary children in their New Year’s kimonos and they are now ready to celebrate the holiday together. They eat a New Year’s feast in the dorms lounge, a rare day where the children don’t have to eat according to their star rank.

It just so happens that New Year’s Day is also Mikan’s birthday. Everyone pretends like they don’t know, because Hotaru told them to leave it a surprise. Mikan is trying to let everyone know about the special day, but the New Year’s cards come in and everyone gets immediately and understandably distracted.

Of particular interest to everyone is Ruka’s card from his mother, who references Natsume and Aoi in her letter. Now everyone is in Ruka’s business and teasing him, so Natsume steps in to help, taking the card from Mikan, returning it to Ruka, and making a very good point that she shouldn’t go looking at other people’s cards without their permission. Mikan is uncomfortable, so she decides to change the subject by asking Natsume how many cards he got this year.

With that, Natsume goes cold and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

He didn't want to sit around watching them all gush about their dumb cards anyway!

The truth is Natsume has never gotten any letters or cards, no matter what time of year or holiday it is, and he never will. We can think back to when he told Mikan that the academy would never send her letters to her grandpa. He’d said that the school would never, under any circumstances, allow them to contact the outside. Turns out, the only person who can 100% count on that is Natsume. Sure, he and Mikan are similarly targeted in strange and unfair ways, but he will always be just a little more targeted, because he’s strictly not allowed to have fun or be happy. It would make him happy to hear from his father, to know that he’s safe. The school can’t have anything like that, so they have Natsume sit in the same room as all the other kids, watching them excitedly gush about how many cards they get, while he knows very well he will receive zero each year without fail.

Natsume wants some time to himself, understandably upset about his situation. He’s thinking about Aoi and probably beating himself up because he tends to do that when it comes to his sister and his past. He genuinely has no idea where Aoi is, or if she’s safe, and the school likes to keep it that way, so they can hold it over his head. Aoi is always one of the people they threaten, somebody he works tirelessly to protect despite the fact that he hasn’t seen her in years, doesn’t know where she is, and probably won’t ever see her again.

Natsume looks out the window, sitting on his own, and sees Mikan crying to Narumi because of her guilt and because nobody remembered her birthday. We can see pretty immediately that he isn’t actually upset with Mikan, just with his own situation. He watches her, always lovelorn. Then we see him put his hand on a little bag with a holly decoration. Because of the holly, there’s an instant relation to Christmas. We can’t know what’s in the bag yet, but eventually we will discover that it’s an alice stone.

He's just been carrying this around since Christmas at the latest. How embarrassing.

Natsume made this stone at some point. I would assume it was after his birthday party, before Christmas. Because of the bag, my guess is that he had wrapped it to be a Christmas present but had never given it. That’s understandable. He’s not supposed to woo her, after all, and giving a girl an alice stone would be pretty romantic, even if she has no idea what it means. We will see this stone time and time again, because he likes carrying it around in his pocket. Perhaps he likes imagining that he could give it to her, but never actually goes through with it. Just like today, on her birthday, he will not give the stone, but he’s still carrying it because he’d like to.

The alice stone is proof of at least one thing: Natsume is very much in love with Mikan and he knows it.

Chapter Fifty-Four

Mikan is happily celebrating her birthday. Natsume has returned to the lounge, but he hasn’t said anything, so she’s still feeling awkward about what happened.

The class decides to make mochi once Tsubasa and Misaki arrive. Tsubasa tries to greet Natsume but Natsume responds coldly, with a thumbs down. Now properly irritated, Tsubasa has decided to pull a prank.

Natsume does not make mochi. He sits on his own, napping with manga over his face like always. Once the class is finished, Permy quickly offers her mochi to him, but his attention is immediately on Mikan, who is giving her mochi for him to eat. She tries to apologize, but can’t get the words out, so she leaves the bowl on the table. Natsume can tell that she’s still feeling guilty, even though he isn’t really mad at her. She was thinking of him, so it’s no surprise that he ends up eating the soup, even if it is disgusting.

It doesn't matter if it's disgusting. He's gonna eat it anyway. Because she made it. Zoe and I joke that Natsume would eat all her food (out of his unending love, of course) and eventually get used to the bizarre combinations she puts together. He might even start liking them, who can say.

Hotaru has been invited to the Hana Hime den to be a flower princess, a girl hand-picked by the middle school principal and who carries a heavy amount of prestige and status. Misaki mentions some rumors about the MSP, namely that she locks up her favorite girls in a dungeon, and that immediately gets Natsume’s attention. He’s struck, and to a first-time reader, this might seem odd. He’s strangely intrigued by a girly flower party where guys aren’t even allowed. But he’s not interested for himself. Natsume can guess based on this new information that if Aoi is anywhere on the Alice Academy campus, it’s in the Hana Hime den dungeon.

There’s always an extra invitation ball that is given to a random girl each year, so she can also attend the prestigious party, but the chances that it would land in the hands of an Elementary student are very low.

The Class B girls look for one anyway, but their search doesn’t get too far because suddenly the kids are flying across the room, sticking to each other, like Hotaru and Youichi to Ruka, Anna to Nonoko, Koko to Kitsu, and even Natsume to Mikan.

Turns out Tsubasa’s payback scheme for Natsume giving him the cold shoulder was to put sticky mochi flour into their mochi as a prank, which will keep all the children stuck to the people who ate the same mochi for a full hour.

He was counting on her never finding out he ate it, but alas.

Mikan then realizes that since she’s stuck to Natsume, that he must have eaten her mochi. He can’t argue that he didn’t, but he turns quickly to insults to distract from how sweet of a moment that could potentially be. He says he choked it down, which might very well be true, but it leaves the question of why he’d put himself through the trouble of choking it down if it didn’t mean anything to him. Hmm. Check mate, Natsume.

Then, Mikan finds out that she’s the recipient of the prize jewel, and has thus been invited to the Hana Hime party. There’s something quite fishy about Mikan being the recipient. It’s too much of a coincidence, and it isn’t one. This is all an elaborate trick to trap Natsume in the dungeon forever, and it’s not by the MSP.

Most of the groups have become unstuck, except for Hotaru, Youichi, and Ruka. Tsubasa reads the packet and discovers that some people may be stuck for two or three days as a possible side effect. Mikan and Natsume can become unstuck, but Natsume grabs her hand and keeps her still.

He's not going to miss this opportunity, even if it puts him on the spot and is kind of embarrassing. To be honest, this could possibly unravel all the work he's been doing to downplay how much he likes Mikan. What if she starts thinking he has feelings for her? It's all so risky, but he's willing to do anything for Aoi.

He’s going to do everything he can to go to that party and possibly find his sister. Getting stuck to Mikan and then her being invited to the Hana Hime den is all just too good of a chance to miss. If she can somehow still go while attached to him, it gives him an in to check out the palace and try to find the dungeon.

Chapter Fifty-Five

Natsume is adamant about keeping up the charade that he and Mikan are still stuck. It’s important to him and he’s desperate. He would do anything to save his sister, so if it means threatening Mikan a little, he’s willing to do it. It doesn’t matter that Mikan has no idea what’s going on, what matters is even the chance of going.

Narumi returns to say there’s not a good probability that Hotaru and Mikan would still be allowed to attend the party, because boys aren’t allowed and they are firmly attached to three of them. Mikan has more and more reason to not want to be stuck when she realizes that going to the bathroom and sleeping will be tricky business. Natsume is obviously not a huge fan of it either. He’s usually cold and snippy, even when bickering with Mikan, but this time he’s yelling just like she is. He’s uncomfortable too, but it’s something he’s willing to sacrifice for Aoi.

Mikan only gets more and more upset, screaming about how much she hates Natsume. He doesn’t seem to take it very seriously until Koko, who is reading her mind, asks Mikan if she likes Ruka better than Natsume, and she responds that she does.

Natsume is hurt, but sadly it’s not anything he can’t eventually come to terms with, like every other disappointment in his ceaselessly disappointing life. For now, he’s bitter, but this is great news for Ruka, isn’t it?

It’s time for sleep, and they’re standing in Natsume’s fancy special star room. At her discomfort, he offers that they can sleep in her tiny room if she’d prefer it, but the venue isn’t exactly her problem. He proceeds to be unpleasant, saying that he’s not interested in sleeping with her either, since she probably kicks a lot and talks in her sleep. But then he’s serious, still bitter when he tells her “Sorry for not being Ruka,” and promises that the whole charade would be over tomorrow.

It's on rare occasions like this that Natsume can express even the tiniest fraction of what he's really feeling, in this case jealousy and hurt.

He really never would have done this to himself if Aoi’s safety wasn’t potentially at stake. Having Mikan be so angry at him, hearing her say she much prefers Ruka to him, having to share his bed with her--it’s all stuff he doesn’t want to do! Further, he’ll probably be in serious trouble tomorrow if he does manage to find and rescue Aoi. There’s nothing fun going on in Natsume’s brain, just worry and the skeleton of a desperately laid-out plan to save his sister.

Sleeping with Mikan is something he doesn’t want to do, no doubt, but not because she probably talks and kicks in her sleep. That wouldn’t actually bother him so much. Natsume usually waits until he’s alone in his room at night to let himself be sick. According to the chapter where Tsubasa found out about his condition, Natsume sometimes wakes up in a coughing fit until he coughs up blood. He suffers and struggles and is in pain when he sleeps, and Mikan will be there this time, up close to possibly see it.

How soft his eyes get, just looking at her. It's interesting whenever he drops his facade, like now in a state of half-awakeness, and we can see just how affectionate he'd be if he wasn't always sacrificing his happiness.

But Natsume falls asleep first anyway, and pretty quickly starts having a nightmare. He’s breathing heavily and struggling, having a PTSD flashback nightmare about Aoi. But Mikan wakes him up, sitting up, concerned for him. Natsume is barely awake, but his eyes turn soft. She saves him from his nightmares in more ways than one, like walking-talking serotonin. He reaches for her, in a state of half-consciousness, because his nights are usually awful but the time he spends with Mikan usually isn’t. Maybe combining them is the way to sleep peacefully for a change. So he snuggles her. She starts freaking out, embarrassed, but Natsume tries to reason with her, and maybe with himself too, half-asleep as he is. No, no, it’s just for tonight, just for now. It’ll be like it never happened tomorrow, it’s fine. She can go right back to Ruka tomorrow, since she prefers him anyway, and it won’t be a big deal. He just wants this for now, just for a little bit. Just while he can.

It’s sad that Natsume always thinks of these moments with Mikan as aberrations. They’re little moments that he borrows or steals just to have them for now, thinking they’re meaningless to her, but carrying them like they’re precious to him. He doesn’t think they belong to him, or that he has the right to want anything from her. He holds her during the SA class’s RPG as a joke. He tells her he likes her hair down after fighting with her. He dances with her, knowing that she’s danced with lots of other people and it won’t matter as much to add him to the list. He kisses her after he assumes Ruka already has, just so he can have keep it in his memories. And he cuddles with her now, even though she’s freaking out, because he needs some comfort, even though it isn’t his place to be hugging her. He always has to reason himself into these situations, like he’s convincing himself that he’s allowed to do this one selfish thing, just as long as she doesn’t understand how much it means to him, just as long as it won’t mean anything to her, just as long as he can get away with it.

And because he’s borrowing, the next morning he acts as though her holding him is some kind of bother. He acts all irritated and pretends like nothing happened, because he was borrowing the moment to begin with. It wasn’t his right to take it, and she can’t know it meant something. It also could be that he genuinely can’t remember the last night that clearly. People do all sorts of crazy things in between sleep that they can’t remember. Maybe his lack of sense and restraint helped him get the courage to hug her in the first place, and now that he’s fully awake he can hardly remember. If this is the case, then he's probably scolding his sleepy self for being so ridiculous.

It's up to you to decide if he really can't remember or if he's pretending. Both are possible and neither would really surprise me tbh.

It’s possible, but knowing Natsume, it’s also possible he’s pretending like he doesn’t remember. Either way, he has to do damage control, because she absolutely cannot get the wrong right idea and think that he has affection for her.

The morning brings good news as well, because Natsume, Ruka, and Youichi are allowed to accompany Mikan and Hotaru, as long as they’re dressed as girls.

It’s all working out a bit too conveniently. This is Persona’s scheme to trap Natsume, so of course it would all work out in order that he could make his way to the dungeon. Natsume might be relieved that his plan is working, but it won’t go so smoothly once they’re actually in the Hana Hime den.

Conclusion

The most interesting scenes to analyze from Natsume's perspective are the ones where he chooses to be selfish just once in a while. They're such silly things to call selfish, but they are to him. Being sweet or affectionate to the girl you love should be second-nature, not something to deny yourself, but it's what he's trying to accustom himself to. We also see just how desperate he can be in trying to protect people important to him, like Aoi. The lengths he goes to in order to find her are impressive and show just how determined he is. Going forward, we'll only see more of this kind of determination.

My sister (Zoe) and I made three playlists for NatsuMikan, just like I'm making three essays. One playlist for Natsume's POV, one for Mikan's, and one general playlist for their relationship. I've been listening to the Natsume one while writing these and it's been a lot of fun! This is my long-winded way of plugging Love Song Requiem. Good bye.

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lovelytarou · 3 years

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you make me go uwu

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff, angst

tags: inspired by the song uwu by chevy

a/n: i'm just projecting my izuku feels and me literally going soft whenever i see his chubby face in the manga ang going uwu over it, also i still have a christmas hangover so sorry if you don't celebrate that or not fond of it! hearts, reblogs & feedbacks are greatly appreciated 💗

midoriya izuku is a lot of things.

he's one of the best students at UA and was quite known to be a reckless person who never thinks twice about helping someone. his knack for breaking his bones was a testament to that fact.

he's no doubt going to be one of the best pro heroes out there soon, with a big heart, a kind soul, and a courageous spirit.

midoriya izuku is a lot of things and possessing such cute, squishable cheeks is one of them. or more likely, being cute is one of them.

this thought occured to you when he offered to help you in one of the classes you're having trouble with. being at such close proximity made you aware of just how green his eyes are and when the sunlight hits them just right, they look like beautiful gems. or how he always seem to mutter under his breath when he's thinking too hard, or how his right leg would unconsciously shift to you like he wanted to get closer.

but one of the things you noticed the most, is his cheeks while he puffs them out of frustration.

he's gonna give me a heart attack one of these days with how cute he is

incident #1

you were currently at the cafeteria, sitting at a table with the dekusquad (kaminari came up with it, izuku claimed their little group don't have a name) which consists of ochaco, shouto, tenya, and izuku.

everything is going well, the group had already bought their food and are now digging in after a collective, “itadakimasu!”

you just had the most fortunate opportunity to sit in front if izuku, of all people, who is too busy eating.

he paused for a moment to answer iida's question who's beside him and it made his cheeks bloated with the food inside.

you choked on your drink because you just felt your heart swell with how cute he looks. it almost reminded you of a hamster.

shouto who is sitting on your left, gave you a concerned look and offered you his water.

“are you okay, l/n-san?” his question made izuku turn to you both, you felt your cheeks heat up when he looked at you while looking like that.

“i-i'm fine, thanks.” you took the water from him and gulped it down to clear your throat, and cool your nerves.

“you should chew your food properly when eating or else you'll choke!” iida scolded, waving his hands in a chopping motion you all grew to be familiar with.

“s-sorry...” you can't help but scratch at your nape in embarrassment.

incident #2

“midoriya, you're up.” aizawa called one afternoon on another day of training.

the rest of class 1-a stood back while izuku stepped in front. this was another one of aizawa's endurance training and one of the challenges was to beat a bunch of the robots from the entrance exam once again. how he can call this endurance training, you don't know.

“SMAAAAASH!” you heard izuku yell, tearing through what was once a robot and turning it into scraps of metal.

he did this to the other robots and he landed on his feet with a very serious look that instead of making him look intimidating, it actually made him look more adorable.

“he's like an angry bunny–” you cut yourself off with a hand on your mouth as you laughed quietly, another flush blossoming on your cheeks.

“i know right?! look how cute he is, but he's scary when he shows how strong he is like that.” mina added, looking at izuku who's walking towards the both of you now.

you immediately composed yourself when his eyes landed on you.

“y/n! are you okay? your face is all red! are you sick? do you need to go to recovery girl? shall i take you to her? what if you're overheating?! it's so hot out and your hero costume's probably too heavy–” he began to ramble and you can only stare at him with wide eyes as he continued with his wild thoughts.

quickly dismissing him with a hand on his mouth as everyone started to look at the two of you, izuku stared down at it and felt flustered at how soft your hand felt on his lips.

he's practially kissing your palm, do you even register what you're doing to him?!

“shh! i'm fine! it's just...you're so–” you were about to tell him that he's just so damn cute but you were called by aizawa.

“uh, i gotta go! see ya later!” you scrambled away from him, heart beating fast inside your chest.

that was close.

incident #3

“hey, y/n? can i ask you a favor?” you looked up from your phone when izuku approached you on the dorm's common room.

worry is written all over his face as he fumbled with his fingers, thinking about you being too busy even though you're literally on your phone all day.

there he goes again.

before he can overthink more, you smiled at him warmly and stood up from your seat.

“sure, what's up?”

izuku gulped, “well, uh, i was thinking of a gift to give to someone but i, um, don't know if they'll like it? i kinda, um, need your opinion on it, if that's okay?”

he stared at you with big doe eyes and you can't help but swoon when he looks at you like that. of course, how can you say no to that face? he looks like he'd cry any moment if you denied him.

“alright! what gift did you get for this particular someone?” you teased, nudging his side.

he led the two of you to his room, which isn't the first time since it became a usual thing for the two of you to study together there or simply hang out and talk about your problems, about what you did that day, rambling about your favorite heroes...basically this has became your second room. and your's his.

“um, i got them this,” he opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box. inside it, he revealed a beautiful necklace with a letter D as a pendant.

“it's for ‘deku’ which sounds kind of cheesy since it's my hero name, but i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,” he reached for something inside his shirt, showing you an identical looking necklace with a familiar letter on it.

you don't want to assume things, but whoever is this particular someone that izuku is going to give the necklace to, they sure are one lucky person. not only is he kind, thoughtful, caring, and not to mention cute, but they'd be lucky to have someone like izuku fall for them.

ignoring the sudden pang of hurt in your chest, you forced a smile on your mouth and cooed at him.

“aww, that is so cute, izu! i'm sure they would love that very much. i know i would! if they don't, you can just always give it to me,” you joked, laughing to mask your hurt.

“r-really? you think so?” when you nodded in response, izuku heaved a big sigh of relief, “well, i trust you, y/n. i'm sure they would love this.”

after that, you excused yourself out of his room and proceeded to go to yours. sleep didn't come to you easily that night, thinking about the special someone that izuku was talking about and how much it would hurt once you saw them together.

over the years you spent being his friend, you never thought you would harbor such deep, intense feelings for the green-haired boy. you don't doubt he has great things ahead of him, and because of that, you started to like him for how strong he is and how he continues to be a better hero, and an overall a great person. that awe soon turn to adoration. and before you knew it, you're falling hard for izuku.

last incident

it's christmas, and the day before, aizawa had made all of you draw lots for your secret santas. your heart stopped when you saw izuku's name on the paper you pulled from the bowl.

you didn't think too much of it and decided to give him something all might-related and called it a day, still a little sour over izuku falling for someone else.

when the dreaded day came, everybody was so chaotic and high on their holiday spirits. even bakugou, which they convinced to wear a santa hat and haul the gifts in a bag. although, he still had a big scowl on his face and basically threw the gifts to their designated owners.

“shitty hair!” bakugou barked, pulling out a gift from the bag. kirishima hopped over to where bakugou was sitting and accepted the gift with a big smile on his face.

“whoa, bakugou! you're my secret santa?!” he asked in shock, eyes shining.

“it does says my name there, doesn't it, idiot? now hurry up and open your gift already,” kirishima did just that and bursted into tears when his gift was a crimson riot themed crocs. he thanked bakugou over and over while the latter hid his smile poorly with a cough.

“whatever. dunce face! you're next!” he practically threw kaminari's gift to him which the boy almost failed to catch, earning him a snigger from the explosive boy.

“man, why do you gotta be the santa for christmas? you're cruel!” kaminari pouted, turning around to go back to where he was squished in between sero and mineta.

“you got a problem with that, dunce face?!” he growled, his palms crackling with his quirk. kirishima tried to diffuse his anger.

when everything is calm, bakugou proceeded to dig into the bag for gifts.

“here, you shitty nerd.” he tossed your gift to izuku, you almost yelped a ‘be careful!’ but izuku had great reflexes and caught your gift swiftly. his eyes widened when he read who his secret santa was. your eyes met each other but was abruptly cut off when bakugou called your name.

“y/n! here's yours,” he was oddly calm when handing you your gift, albeit a little bored.

that received a lot of complaints from your other classmates and you can only shake your head while chuckling at their antics.

deciding to get some time for yourself, you went to the balcony for some air and sat down on one of the steps at the entrance.

placing the gift on your lap, you read the tag attached to it. it was wrapped in a simple green wrapper with red ribbon that finished the look.

to: y/n

happy holidays!

from: D

the name made you curious and even if you hated yourself for it, lit a sparkle of hope inside yourself. what if it was him who gave you the gift?

you had no time to dwell much on the thought and opened the gift instead. your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the familiar box. lifting the lid with shaky hands, you felt your eyes sting as you looked down at your gift.

it was the necklace that izuku showed you before. you were such an idiot for thinking it was for someone special and did not think it was for the secret santa.

you carefully lifted it in your fingers and the light from the inside catched the D attached to it. it was beautiful. izuku's words echoed inside your head.

“i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,”

“did you...not like it?” the boy in question appeared beside you and upon noticing your tears on your face, he immediately thought it gave a negative effect.

gasping, you quickly wiped away your tears and shook your head wildly at him.

“izu, no! i-i love it! actually, it's kinda funny...”

“funny?” he tilted his head in confusion, concern still etched onto his face.

“i was sad that you care a lot about someone else to give them this wonderful gift. i didn't realize that you would give something like this...to me,” you laughed through your tears, sniffling a bit.

“why would you think that?” his voice is so soft and genuinely confused that you can't help but feel your heart beat even more, and fall for him harder than you should.

“because,” you think of a way to word your feelings better but instead what came out was, “you're you and i'm...me,”

it was stupid, but with the overflowing emotions you're feeling right now, it's hard to voice your emotions.

izuku huffed, his cheeks puffing up once again because of the action.

“what do you mean by that? i mean, you're the most amazing person i've ever met! and you're always there for me when i'm sad, and happy and-and...whenever i'm with you, i always feel this...this...warmth! it's like, when you come home after a long day and you just felt safe and comforted. or-or when my mom cooks my favorite food it just makes me feel fuzzy inside! it's like when i watch my favorite video of all might over and over again and i never get tired of it,” he sighed after his long speech, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stared at you with determination.

“what i'm getting at is...i care a lot about you, y/n.” he let out in one breath. he stared up at you with big eyes, those damn eyes that never failed to make your heart jump and stomach do flips.

chuckling at yourself, you raised both of your hands and squeezed his cheeks with all your might making him yelp in pain.

“ow! y/n...” he whined.

“sorry, sorry! i've always wanted to do that!” you snorted.

“i care a lot about you, too, izu–” he suddenly kissed the corner of your mouth, making you shut up in shock. he had a smirk on his lips, amused by your reaction.

“i've always wanted to do that,” he threw your words back at you. feeling your whole face heat up, you turned your back towards him and held out your hand holding the necklace.

“whatever! just help me put this on, will you?” you felt his hands take the necklace from your grasp. you shivered when you felt the cold metal touch your skin but it was quickly replaced by his warm hands.

“there.” he mumbled, voice far too close to your ear. before you can thank him, you felt his lips brush your nape where the lock was and squealed from the contact.

the idiot only laughed at this and ushered you to stand up, helping you to your feet.

“let's go back inside, i heard they prepared a lot of food today.”

without thinking, izuku grabbed your hand and led you inside the dorm. you could only let him drag you as you stared at your joined hands, playing with the necklace hanging on your neck before staring back up at izuku who's smiling at you.

he's the best gift that you could ever ask for.

#💫.izuku midoriya #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #bnha izuku #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x y/n #izuku midoriya #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia #tarou writes 🌹

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 3 years

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David or Poly!Lb, an So who loves Xmas but she hears the boys talk about how much they “dislike” Xmas so she gets all down and try’s to ignore her Christmas spirit

I hope you (and all other readers) will be having a fun and safe holiday season💕

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It always had a magic feel to it. The bright lights hung in trees, the decorations hanging above the streets. Eventhough it rarely snowed in California, you always wished it did. A perfect snowy Christmas, celebrating it with David... It sounded like heaven. You'd already prepared some things, planning on surprising them by putting up a tree in the cave on the day of Christmas eve, buying presents for everyone. You'd even made sure to remember their - and especially David's - favourite meals and deserts. You wanted this Christmas, your first Christmas with the boys, to be one you would never be able to forget. That magic, the cheer you could almost taste in the air - you wanted to feel that with the boys. To have and share that too.

That was the plan anyways. It was, and you'd planned to do it until you heard him talk to the boys on the night of the twenty-first. "I just don't get what the fuss is all about. Why decorate a tree, stuff yourself with food and pretend to be happy when it always ends up in a huge family fight anyways?"

The boys laughed in agreement, each of them noting how the Christmases they did celebrate always left a sour taste behind. It was horrible. Dreadful to hear what they thought of your favourite holiday. A part of you wanted to celebrate it anyways, wanting to show them that it could be fun, and that it could be cheerful. But, the more rational part of you realised it would only create unnecessary tension. You couldn't put David or your friends in that position. With a heavy sigh you turned around, quietly going back to your room, realising that this year would be your first year with no Christmas.

You always used to celebrate it with your family, laughing and singing together, unwrapping gifts and playing games. It was a fun tradition, and you still missed it dearly. Memories like that, of those happy times you had with your family before everything changed hurt - but this one did especially, since you realised that that was probably the last Christmas you'd ever celebrated.

It was later that evening, David finally joining you in your shared bedroom. He took his coats off, threw his boots somewhere in the direction of the door, and lastly slipped out of his pants before coming to lay next to you in bed. He was quiet as he hugged you, his lips pressing softly against your forehead, a hand brushing through your hair.

"What's going on, kitten?"

You ignored his question, hugging him closer.

"Babe-"

"It doesn't matter. I'm just- just sad, alright?"

"No. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"I know your lying. You haven't come out of our room all night, you've been crying. I'm worried about you, kitten."

You sighed quietly, shaking your head. "I don't think you would understand."

"Try me."

"I love Christmas. And I just sort of assumed we would celebrate it too. I hoped we would."

"What makes you think we wouldn't?"

"David, I heard you talking to the boys," you looked at him, seeing his face fall. Hurt shined through behind his eyes, as he reached for your hand. He'd noticed the lump forming in your throat, the tears burning in your eyes. "And I get it. You don't want to celebrate something with bad memories. I just have to get used to that..."

David didn't say anything as he hugged you, holding you close to him. He sighed softly, rubbing your back until you fell asleep.

The next few days it was as if nothing had happened. No word was spoken about Christmas, and you'd slowly accepted it. You weren't happy with it, far from actually, but for the sake of your boyfriend and his boys, you wouldn't push it. If they wanted to be the Grinch, so be it. You felt yourself wishing you'd never had the thought of celebrating Christmas with the guys, or that you'd told David about your plan, knowing he would have stopped you from planning it. You sighed quietly, having returned home early from the boardwalk. The almost magical feel you'd felt when walking around the decorated boardwalk was gone, and you'd felt no need to spend anymore time there.

It was on Christmas Eve, however, that you realised something was up. You woke up alone, which wasn't that unusual. What was unusual however, was the fact that there was a mistletoe hanging above your bedroom door. You bit your lip, sighing as you realised it could very well be some cruel prank. You brushed your teeth, got ready for the day, stepped out of your room and froze.

The walls were lined with sparkly decorations and lights, leading to the lobby of the hotel. From the ceiling hung several Christmas baulbs, each beautifully decorated. You shyly walked further, noticing the faint sounds of some Christmas rock album playing on the radio. On top of the fountain balanced a Christmas tree, some rooms from the ceiling holding it up completely. Around it laid piles with presents - and you realised yours were in the piles as well. You looked around in awe, when someone wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"Merry Christmas, kitten."

You turned around, hugging David tightly. "Merry Christmas," it was barely a whisper, as the realisation hit you. "You-"

"I talked to the boys about what you told me," he said softly, " and maybe it's time to start a new tradition we all like."

You smiled, kissing him deeply. "Thank you!"

"Come on," he chuckled, "the boys are waiting."

You followed, smiling softly as you looked at David. He just might have gifted you the best gift ever.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #christmas

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magalidragon · 3 years

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Traditions | a Yule celebration fic

Thank you @nlights37 and @youwerenevermine for encouraging me to post my work to share with everyone, especially since this fic focuses on the love of family and we need that at this dark time.

“The Old Gods are everywhere, you see, but it is easier for them to hear us when we go to them directly. We go to the hearttrees and we pray and on the longest night of the year, we celebrate because the Old Gods can see through the stars and everything than is anything is done beneath the stars." He turned a page, pointing again. "And Yule is also the time for family gatherings. We exchange presents and have feats. It's the North's biggest holiday." He rolled his eyes. "Except for the Long Night of course."

"And what's that?"

He snapped the book shut, chuckling. "You missed it by two months. It's the last day of October. The day we celebrate the defeat of the Night King."

The silly holiday where everyone dressed up. Yes, the Northerners got very into that one as well. "I believe a Dragon Queen, a Targaryen even, was responsible for that one," she snarked. She chuckled. "You northerners, taking credit for someone else's hard work."

He wrinkled his nose. "I don't ascribe to their version of events."

"No, you're pure like that." She took the book back from him, to his surprise, and flicked through the pages, admiring the detailed drawings. It was quite lovely, and would look nice in her office maybe. She shrugged. "I never knew much about this."

"Well of course, you answer to neither gods nor men."

"Nope," she chirped. She grinned. "But I have to admit, you got me. I am curious." It would make a nice feature article, she thought, ruminating briefly on how she could convince her editor to maybe pay for this trip as a research expense. The different religions of Westeros itself wasn't all that fascinating, since the majority were Seven worshippers, but looking at the North from a different perspective, the true North. She ran her tongue over her teeth, shrugging. "So...tonight there will be these celebrations, yes?"

"I just said there could be."

"I imagine your cousin will be in attendance. If not yourself."

His back went up, eyes shuttering, almost black now. "Why do you think that?" he murmured.

He was right to be wary; a foreigner demanding to know about his religion, which he'd already given away was important to him, well that might be asking for too much trouble. She shrugged again and closed the book, hugging it to her chest. "Because," she said. She gestured around again. "Your cousin owns a store devoted entirely to Northern heritage and I believe probably even the Old Gods religion. It would lead one to assume that as it is Yule, she would be celebrating."

"Maybe she just likes weird crap and making money."

"You just said you don't get a lot of tourists."

A muscle ticked in his jaw. He walked into that one, she thought, grinning. She lifted her eyebrows again, continuing. "And well, you've got me hooked. I'm a tourist but I'd like to learn more. I would like to see one of these celebrations. I think it is only fair, you've shared a lot about it with me and I don't know...I think it'd be interesting." She lifted her brows, smiling politely. "And you know that as someone who is not very religious, I'm not going to try to convert you to 'my side' of things. I'd like to just..." She shrugged again. She didn't have much of anything to celebrate beyond hanging out with Missandei. Her family didn't really do Christmas or other big holidays. The idea of people gathering and celebrating just...it was nice to her. "Would you mind?"

He studied her a moment. Dany thought it was like getting an x-ray but without the lead protective vest. Everything tingled. After a second, he nodded curtly. "For Maester Aemon's niece, I suppose I can make an exception."

#jonerys #my fics #jonerys au #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #happy Yule a couple days late

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Family Matters | Chapter 4: Saying Sorry is a Virtue

Hello my beautiful souls!!

I hope this of you who celebrate Christmas had and amazing time, and those if you who don't had a great Friday!

I had a really chill holiday, and although I was supposed to be home and that didn't happen, I'm still glad I had a good time. I got a watch for Christmas and I'm obsessed!!

Anyway, I also wanted to let you guys know I'll be posting the story on Wattpad, and thanks to @meowiemari I also have a cover. I have attached it below! My wattpad user is @criminalminds4days so feel free to follow and read along!

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It's one of my favorites. 💙💙

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 3.6k

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Chapter 4: Saying Sorry is a Virtue

It had been a little over three months since her absolute wrecking of the family retreat. She had managed to get her mom to get past it, and though she had promised to apologize to the rest of her aunts and uncles, she had not gotten around (well, more like she didn't think it was necessary, they probably had already forgotten, and she did actually mean every word she said).

Her team and she had evaded more danger than possible in the last couple of weeks, and she had a feeling today she would not be returning to her bed to sleep. She also had to figure out what she wanted to get Spencer for his birthday. She was so excited to celebrate with him that she wanted to spill her idea of a surprise birthday party to him, but she needed to remain strong. She just hoped he would like it, and that she could find something to give him. She knew him so much better now and had so many things that he would like, but she wanted this gift to be unique, something that reminded him of her. Not that she wanted him thinking about her all the time because that would be weird, but maybe once in a while?

A knock on her door made her get out of her head. She walked to see Tyler Hemingway standing on the other side.

"Can I come in?"

"Why?"

"I just-" He looked at the floor, nervous. "I was just hoping we could talk."

"We can talk right here, what do you want?"

"I just wanted to say I am sorry, for what happened."

"What exactly? That you humiliated me in front of my family, or that your wife called me and my boyfriend liars."

"All of it, I should have known better."

"Yes, you should have." She debated whether to say something else but decided against it. "I honestly don't understand where this is coming from, it was two years ago."

"I know, and I am also sorry it has taken me so long to say anything. I just didn't know how to approach the situation, and what we had was so special, I wish I hadn't ruined it."

She had waited to hear those words for so long that how wrong what she did, didn't occur to her until the damage had been done. Even if her feelings for the man in front of her were not the same as they were two years ago, those words were enough to make her become less hostile towards him. She let Tyler in, forgetting Spencer was waiting for her to pick him up in about twenty minutes.

"Spencer? Why are you late?"

"Because she didn't pick me up like she was supposed to. I assumed she may be running a little late, so I waited and then I called her, but it went straight to voicemail." He responded to Emily.

"That is so not like her, should we be worried?"

"I don't know, but I already am, maybe we should go see if she's home or something."

The elevator doors opened once again as Spencer and Emily were preparing themselves to raid her house in order to find her. She stepped out, a look of immense guilt present as her eyes landed on the brunette. He did not seem upset, more like relieved she was there. Emily dropped her jacket and embraced her, a huge weight lifting off her shoulders after seeing her. When she was released from the woman's hug, she directed her eyes back to him.

"I am so sorry; I was on my way-" before she could explain Aaron Hotchner told them to join the rest of the team at the round table to discuss the next case.

"This one is a bad one," JJ said as she read through the file. "These people are killing families. Not even the children are spared."

"Yeah, and it's only getting worse." Said Penelope as she shared the pictures of the crime scenes. She wished she could concentrate but Spencer kept glancing at her with worry. He knew something wasn't right, but she didn't know how to explain it without sounding like she was digging herself in a bigger hole.

She avoided him on the jet, as she pretended to be asleep and then engaged in a very interesting conversation with JJ about diapers and toddlers. As much as she loved the blonde, she sometimes didn't appreciate learning all these baby facts, it took the wishes to have children away faster than anything else.

She was now in a black SUV, with Spencer in the back seat and Emily driving. She sat in the front seat as they drove towards the hospital. One of the girls had been spared and they were hoping to talk to her about the unsubs.

"So, why were you late this morning?" Emily questioned, "You left Cinderella over there without his carriage."

"Yeah, I know. I am so sorry Spencer."

"It's okay, I just got worried."

"I know, and I am so sorry." She took a deep breath, preparing to explain to them why she had been delayed. "I just got some unexpected company this morning."

"Was it Anna?"

"No, she has been radio silent for these past couple of months, I'm assuming she is building a bulletproof alibi for when she decides to murder me."

"Is there something I should know about?" Emily asked as she stole glances at her.

"Spencer and I went to my family retreat a couple of months ago and when we were there I may or may not have basically told my aunts and uncles to go fuck themselves."

"You explicitly told them to do so." Spencer clarified.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because they all sucked. Emily if you would have been there, you would have done the same." Spencer responded. "But going back to the main topic, who came to your apartment today? Was it your mom?"

"We need to have a conversation about this whole family retreat thing!" The woman behind the steering wheel complained.

"I will tell you all about it tonight." She assured her. "And no, Spence, it wasn't my mom, it was someone a little closer to Anna."

"Her mom?"

"No, Tyler."

There was no response to that, Spencer looked like he didn't know exactly what he was feeling, while Emily seemed like she had returned to watch her favorite show only to find out she missed a whole season, and she had no idea what happened to the storyline she was following.

"Who's Tyler?"

"Anna's husband." She clarified, "he came to apologize for everything, and to say that he didn't think what Anna did was okay."

Reid scoffed, "and you believe him?"

"He seemed very genuine about it."

"Unbelievable."

"I am so lost right now."

"Spencer, are you upset about this?"

"Me? Why should I? It's not like I pretended to be your boyfriend to prevent him from making you feel any worse than he had already, and you ended up right back at where you started."

"Are you implying I slept with him?"

"I never said that."

"Well then what are you saying? Because need I remind you, he is a married man. I would never do something like that." She crossed her arms, becoming defensive of the situation. "He simply wanted to talk, so I listened. It was a conversation, and it's just going to be a dinner. Nothing more."

"Oh, so you're going on a date with him too?"

"It's not a date! Did I not mention he was married?! To another woman!"

"Being with someone else has never stopped him before."

"What is happening right now?" Emily asked, to no one in particular.

"Seriously Spencer?"

"Did I lie?"

"Why are you so worked up about this? It doesn't even concern you."

"I am upset, because even after he told you in front of all your family that he was in love with your cousin and married her, breaking your heart, he says, 'I'm sorry' and suddenly he's back on the top of your priority list." He spits out, his emotions running high.

"This man did what now?" Both looked at Prentiss as if remembering she was there all along.

"I can't believe you just said that! I confided in you."

"And I trusted you."

"It was one day! I forgot to pick you up one day and suddenly I am the worst person on this planet, really?"

"Are you seriously so oblivious to think this is about some stupid ride?"

"Guys,"

"No? Then what is this about? Is this about me making you look bad or something?"

"No, it's about the fact that after all we've been through and the fact that I have done all I can to help you and be there for you I am still less important than Tyler fucking Hemingway."

"Guys,"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Guys,"

"It doesn't even matter anymore, enjoy your dinner." He undid his seat belt. "Why didn't you tell me we were here Emily?"

"I have been trying."

"Let's go then." He said as he exited the SUV marching up to the hospital entrance.

"What is his problem?" She asked Emily, still heated by the discussion.

"Well,-"

Before Prentiss could respond she was cut off. "I mean, yes, this guy broke my heart but that doesn't mean I have to hold a grudge forever, right? I might as well move past it, don't you think?"

"If you ask me-"

"And it was one conversation, and we're going out to dinner to finish it, there is nothing wrong with that. I don't know why he got so worked up about it, do you?"

"Yeah-"

"You know what, screw Spencer, if he wants to be a jerk for no fucking reason, let him do it. I am not going to lose sleep over it, nor am I gonna give him explanations. Who the hell does he think he is?"

"I think-"

"Yeah, you're right Emily, when Reid decides to get his shit together he can talk to me, in the meantime, we need to find out who these unsubs are before they hurt anyone else." She undid her seatbelt and opened the door, Emily still sitting there, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened. "Aren't you coming?"

"Yeah, sure." She followed suit and they both entered the hospital. Spencer was speaking to the girl's nurse as they approached, he didn't make any comments, but he also didn't acknowledge her, nor invite her into the conversation as he did to Emily. He was acting professional and doing his job, but his stance and emotions were very clear by the lack of interactions between them unless it was absolutely necessary.

As soon as Emily entered the room to interview the victim, the silence that engulfed them made her heart tighten. Spencer and she had gone past this already, they were friends, there was never a silent moment between them, and now all of that seemed to vanish in the air, all because of her decision to let Tyler Hemingway apologize.

She chose to ignore the situation until further notice. Emily was right, Spencer was being a dramatic prick and she was just gonna give him the time to realize that he was wrong. So when she got to bed, grateful for a bit of peace knowing one of the killers had been identified and was going to be caught soon, the last thing she wanted to do was have a conversation with Emily about the topic this same one had told her to not think about.

"I didn't say to just ignore it. As a matter of fact, I didn't get one sentence out during the whole drive to the hospital."

"That can't be true."

"Oh, but it was. Now I know how Reid felt when Gideon left." She fixed her shirt and continued, "well, regardless, what happened between you and Tyler, and what exactly does Dr. Genius know?"

"Spence knows pretty much everything, it kind of came with the territory." She recounted the story and this time she didn't leave any detail out, well, almost didn't leave any detail out.

Emily learned about Anna and their rivalry, Tyler and him choosing her cousin over her, the only thing she never even brought up was her dad. Only Spencer knew about it and she wanted to keep it that way. She finally landed on the weekend in question and the words she had shared with her cousin. Though that wasn't exactly what Prentiss found worrisome.

"You and Reid kissed?! Like on the lips?!" She screamed.

"Yeah, it was just so they would stop bugging us. It's not even the first time we kissed, so why is it a big deal?"

"Wait, you've kissed him before that day?"

"Yeah, at my cousin's wedding."

"Holy shit! I was not expecting that. My OTP is getting all these moments that will eventually lead to the ship sailing and I didn't even know about them!"

"Have you started talking another language by accident or something? I don't understand anything of what you just said."

"Don't worry about it. On a scale of one to ten, how good of a kisser is he?"

"Eleven." She responded immediately, "but that has nothing to do with this whole situation."

"It definitely does! Now it makes sense, Reid thinks you still have feelings for your ex, and he's jealous. He probably doesn't even know it, and he's probably trying to understand why he is so upset with you. Oh my god, he's jealous!"

"Emily, he's not jealous. Spence and I are not dating, we pretended to be a couple." She explained, thinking the woman hadn't understood her.

"Yeah, I know that, but I also know that any fake dating movie or book has always reached a point where the two main characters become unconsciously aware of their feelings. This is it! THIS IS IT!" She shook her and laughed, then suddenly came to a stop. "Oh my god, I am the best friend. I am definitely the friend that gives some wise advice that makes it click in your brain, let me think," she looked around the room as if inspiration would pop out of the bed. "I got it: get your shit together and marry Spencer." She stood and walked out the door, before fully closing it she spoke again, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go talk some sense into our little genius. Love you, hope I am invited to the wedding!"

Though after the break in the case they had found themselves relieved and on their way back, the nagging feeling she called Emily Prentiss kept insisting that both doctors were actually in love and that all they needed to do was kiss and become a couple. It was so constant that even when she wasn't around she could hear her echo. Like right then when she was trying to brush her hair and mentally prepare herself for whatever this dinner with Tyler was going to bring. Though she and Spencer had not yelled or continued to argue, there was nothing else left of their friendship, at least that's what it seemed like. It was as if the past months were a dream and they were just back to being coworkers, and that feeling was burning her up inside. She did not realize how important he had become in her life until he wasn't a part of it anymore.

"You look great," Tyler said as she entered the restaurant.

"Thanks, Spence helped me pick out this shirt when we went to the mall a couple of weeks ago. He said blue always looked good on me."

"That's great." The man responded, clearly uncomfortable. "So, I know you had to leave for work the other day, but I was hoping now we could talk more about what happened between us."

"Yes, of course."

She didn't really understand how she had gotten to the point of having an actual conversation with the man sitting across from her, because she had been angry at him for so long, that it never occurred to her as a possibility. He had once again apologized and given her a tale of how he had let his emotions guide him without realizing he could hurt others, and while that didn't excuse his actions, she still accepted his apology, choosing instead to move on from their current limbo. They had quickly changed the conversation, like if two old friends had reconnected after so long. Tyler was a great friend when he wanted to be, he was pleasant company, to say the least.

"And the other day, Spence was trying to learn to play the piano, and I told him there was no way he could learn in a week. So what did he do? He-"

"Stop, just stop!" He interrupted her, and she furrowed her eyebrows confused. "I have been sitting here for an hour listening to you talk about your stupid boyfriend and his IQ of 187." He rubbed his hands through his face and tried to calm down. "Was this the plan all along? You heard me tell you that I wished I hadn't ruined our relationship and decided playing with me was perfect revenge? Accepting dinner only to humiliate me by ignoring me and choosing to talk about that Spencer guy? Is he in on it or something?"

Oh. My. God.

Reid was right, this man was not looking to mend old friendships or start a new chapter, he was looking for a mistress.

"You, are the worst type of jerk I have ever met. I actually believed you wanted to be friends, to turn the page but all you wanted was to get in my pants." She stood, grabbing her drink and spilling it over him. "I hope I never see you again. Go fuck yourself Tyler." She walked, but before she exited the restaurant she returned and gave him a fake smile, "and also, Thank you for humiliating me in front of my family, you showed me how little you were and that I could do so much better. Say, an FBI agent with an IQ of 187." Once again she turned and this time she didn't even bother looking back.

The drive to her apartment was long, mostly because she didn't drive there, but to Spencer Reid's home. She felt her palms sweat, she hated admitting she was wrong, but she hated not having Spencer around much more than a bruised ego. She knocked on the door and Spencer opened, he looked confused, but as soon as he registered her in he simply raised an eyebrow and changed his confused demeanor to a completely neutral.

"I came to tell you that you were right. He just wanted to get in pants." There was no response, and she fiddled with her hands. "I actually thought he wanted to apologize, and I think part of me just wanted to believe that for the first time I was not being used, that people actually cared about what I felt."

"There are people that care about you, they are just not the wants you wanted to."

"No, they are! I thought I needed the people who wronged me to fix it, to show me that I was worth the trouble when in reality all I needed was for me to understand that I was. And I just needed a reminder that the people that care about me are the ones that should matter the most." A trace of a smile formed on his lips. "I am so sorry about how I acted, and I am sorry I left you here waiting for me. Spencer Reid, you are my best friend and you come before any other jerk out there. I need you to know that this time in which I didn't have you with me was miserable. I missed you so much I spent the whole dinner with Tyler talking about you."

"You did?" He seemed genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, I did. I missed you, and I hope we never fight again, I don't know what I would do without your friendship."

"I missed you too." She bit her lip, and he smiled. "Wanna come in and watch TV?"

"I would love that."

"That's good to hear, I am trying to get Spence here to watch Dance Moms with me but he refuses, maybe if there is two of us, he'll change his mind." A voice inside his apartment spoke. He opened the door to reveal Emily Prentiss wearing Pjs with The Hunger Games symbols on them. "May I say, you look hot. Blue suits you."

"So I've been told."

"Are you sure you can handle being in that close all night though? Maybe Spencer can lend you one of his shirts." She said, winking at them.

"Has she been drinking?"

"It's her third bottle of wine."

"We need to cut her off."

"Yeah, we do." He smiled at her, "She's right though, if you want to borrow something more comfortable let me know."

"Careful Spencer Reid, I might take you up on that."

"Awwww, YOU TWO ARE ADORABLE!" The woman screamed. "Just get married already!"

The pair laughed and made their way to the sofa, she closed the door behind her and sat down, feeling whole for the first time this week. Emily and Spencer were the best friends a girl could ask for, and she couldn't think of a better way to spend the rest of her night than watching trash TV with the two of them as they laughed and joked.

It was home.

#spencer x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #cm

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raving--ravenclaw · 3 years

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Christmas With... The Longbottoms! - Neville x Reader

A/N: welcome to part two of my Harry Potter Christmas series! Neville is my absolute favorite character so I really enjoyed writing this for him. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Warnings: None

Words: 2,500

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I nearly fell to the ground as Neville and I landed our apparition at his house. Him and I have been best friends pretty much since the first day of our first year at Hogwarts and every year we spend Christmas together. We alternate whose house we spend it at every year. Since we were at my house for Christmas last year we'd be spending it at his house this year.

His house was tall, three stories to be exact, and boxy. The siding is darkly colored and it seemed as if it was leaning forward. There wasn't much character to it unless you count the feeling of gloom it gave to anyone within sight of it. One thing about the house was off though… there were no Christmas decorations up.

"Neville, in the six years that we have been spending Christmas together I have never seen your house sans decorations."

"With the rise of he who shall not be named Gran didn't want to decorate. Said it didn't feel very Christmassy this year."

"That's rubbish."

"I s'pose you're going to gripe about it aren't you?"

"You know me too well. The only reason it doesn't feel like Christmas is because you don't have any decorations up! Voldemort didn't cancel Christmas!"

Neville flinched at the mention of the name and I turned to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout it."

"S'alright. Just wasn't expecting it is all."

I gave him a hug and held him tightly. Neville and I were always very touchy. I'm not quite sure what the reasoning was behind his touchiness but mine came from the constant want to be close to him. I would easily admit it to anyone that asked but no one really seemed to notice my liking for him, including him.

Neville pulled away from our hug,"you're still wearing my scarf."

"I need it right now too, it's freezing out here."

"We could go inside if you want. It is cold."

"It is. Let's go."

We jogged inside and pulled the door closed quickly behind us. The warmth hit me like a nice cozy wall. The inside of Neville's house was always dimly lit and you could tell that his gran had decorated. That's not to say it wasn't cozy though. I always felt welcome at Neville's. However, I have to admit that his gran is not my favorite person in the World because of the way she treats him sometimes.

Neville shed his coat and then turned and offered to take mine. I peeled my coat off and set it gently in his hands.

"Gran, we're home," he bellowed after hanging up the coats in the entry way closet.

His gran came shuffling out of the kitchen door at the end of the narrow hallway that led to the rest of the house.

"Welcome, y/n. Merry Christmas."

"Thank you, Ms. Longbottom. Merry Christmas."

"It's late. Shouldn't you be preparing for bed?"

"We just got in Gran."

She huffed, "well I'm going to bed. You know where the blankets are Neville."

"Night Gran."

"Goodnight," I added as she began to climb the stairs.

Neville and I watched in silence as she disappeared at the the top of the stairs. She was awfully abrasive tonight. Don't get me wrong she was often grumpy but not usually entirely unpleasant. I assumed it was voldemort's recent re-appearance that probably had her on edge.

"Shall we go up then," Neville asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Sure."

I went to grab my bag but Neville got to it first.

"Let me y/n."

"You don't have to do that, really, I can get it."

"Y/n, I'd carry you up if you let me," Neville said starting up the stairs.

"You're too sweet, Neville," I said following.

Neville's bedroom was on the top floor of the house and down a long haul. I wasn't in the best shape and I hate to admit but I would be put of breath by the time we got to his room. Once, when we were younger, we got an old slab of wood out of the attic and sled down the stairs over and over again until his gran caught us. I swear we never sat still as kids.

Reaching his room, Neville dramatically kicked the door open, having both of his hands full with my suitcase. I laughed at his overdramatic way of opening the door. Every year we spent Christmas at his house we always just slept in his room together. I was surprised that this hadn't changed as we grew older.

"Y'know, either your gran really trusts us or she hasn't really thought this whole thing through," I chuckled.

"I think she just doubts my abilities."

"Your abilities‽" I laughed.

He struggled to try and explain what he meant and was stuttering all over the place. He finally settled on saying, "you know what I mean."

"I really don't," I said pulling blankets down out of his closet and setting them on the window seat.

"Gran sees it as how I tend to be bad at everythin'," he said coming over to make the window seat up for a bed.

"You are not Nev." I cupped his cheek and turned his head to look at me. "Sure you used to be a bit clumsy but first of all there's nothing wrong with that and second of all you've grown out of it."

His eyes were so gentle. I could truly sit and stare into them hour after hour. "It's hard to shake, y'know? That view of myself."

I guided his forehead to mine and practically nuzzles into him. "It's not hard for me. I see my best friend everyday and realize that he's turned into this amazing, gorgeous, young man and we're only sixteen. You've still got growing left to do. I'm not going to be able to handle you by next year." He chuckled. "And I'm so luck to have you. Honestly I'm jealous too, I wanna look this good." We both laughed. "Never doubt yourself Neville, you have no reason too."

"For the record, I think you look better."

I finally let go of his face and he continued to make up a bed with a big smile.

"Why don't you sleep in your bed and I'll take the window seat this time."

"But the window seat's not very comfy. I don't mind sleeping there for you."

I had to take a deep breath and clear my mind before speaking. He was so sweet sometimes that it was hard to not just tell him how much I love him. He's just so good to me. How could I not love him? It's a bit overwhelming but in the best way.

"I'll take it Neville, it's okay."

"If you want to switch just let me know, okay?"

"Okay."

I settled down into the window seat and Neville in his bed. Out the large circle window I could see the moonlight glinting off the snow below. One thing I loved about Neville's room is how at night it filled with moonlight because of this window. It made you feel calm and on a full moon you didn't need any artificial light to see. His room in general was calm, just like his presence. It's funny how someone so riddled with nerves and anxiety could always make others feel so relaxed and safe. I guess he didn't want anyone else to go through what he was going through. I looked across the room to see him gently fiddling with a plant on his nightstand. I always did my best to make him feel calm too. He's been through so much his whole life. A lot of it right here in this house.

"Hey, y/n, do you want to decorate for Christmas tomorrow? You were right, it feels wrong without it."

"I would love to."

"Can't wait. Good night, y/n, sleep well."

"Good night Neville."

"If you need anything, I'm right here."

I rolled over and dozed off quickly feeling safe and excited for the next day.

In the morning I quickly hopped up out of bed, excited to decorate and get in the Christmas spirit. I ran across the room and flopped onto Neville's bed causing him to bolt upright and exclaim.

"Good morning sleepy head."

"You really scared me there!"

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I'm excited too. Just let me get dressed."

He tucked himself away in his closet to get dressed and didn't come out until I had told him I was fully clothed.

"You look so festive!" He was referring to my Christmas sweater that had little lights all over it.

"Thank you! You look very cozy."

He and I rushed downstairs to have a quick breakfast before getting to decorating. During which, his gran told us how it was wrong to celebrate when such dark things were going on in the World. Which is exactly why I thought we needed to decorate, it would surely bring some light to that darkness. We asked her for help with decorating since we weren't allowed to use magic outside of school yet and wouldn't have any way to hang the lights. She declined though and we realized we would have to do things the muggle way.

Once up in his attic we struggled to find the string lights and everything we would need to hang them but eventually we found everything. Getting the lights up one the house was certainly going to be the hardest part.

"So we have to use the muggle device," I stared at the tall triangle with spaced out stairs that was folded up and leaned against the wall.

"I think we can figure it out alright," he picked up the odd thing.

We grabbed all of our decorations and the muggle device and lugged all of it to his front yard.

"Where do we start?"

"If you'll hold the ladder, I'll climb up and hang the lights," I offered.

"That's dangerous. What if you fall?"

"Make sure you catch me," I winked at him and giggled as he turned bright red. "I'd trust you with my life any day Neville."

"That makes one of us," he said, leaning the ladder against the house. "Please be careful."

"I will be, try not to worry."

I climbed the ladder with a bundle of lights and looked back down at Neville. Goodness it WAS high up and we're not even to the top of the house yet.

"You alright?"

"Yeah I'm okay, Neville," I shouted down.

He was holding the ladder steady and I'm pretty sure if I was down there I could see his knuckles turning white from how tight he was gripping it. I was very careful to keep my balance as I hung the lights across the eave. I leaned back, keeping a tight hold on the ladder, to see if I had the lights even. When I was satisfied with the way they looked I began to back down the ladder. I stepped down to the third ring from the top and my foot slipped off. Everything was a blur as I fell toward the ground rapidly. I heard a grunt as I landed that I was sure wasn't mind and the ground felt much softer than it ought to.

"Does this count as catching you," Neville groaned from underneath me.

"I'd say so," I groaned, propping myself up on my hands.

"You alright?" He smiled up at me.

"Yes, thanks to you," I wiped a strand of hair out of his face.

We stayed there on top of each other. It was mildly awkward but somehow not at the same time and eventually we burst into laughter.

"I suppose I should get off you now."

"I s'pose."

"You're so warm though," I laughed getting up.

"If you're cold we could go in and warm up," he got up off the ground.

I told him that I was fine and we continued on with the lights. We each took turns going up on the ladder to hang them. Neither of us made the mistake of falling off again. Not only did we hang up lights on the house but we put lights in his front bushes and candy canes along the front path. By nightfall we had his house looking more festive than ever before.

We sat inside now, in his room. With everything going on out in the World right now this was surprisingly shaping up to be one of my favorite Christmases with him. I don't know what it is but I feel closer to him than ever.

"I'm still cold from being out all day. Are you," I asked Neville who sat across the room on his bed.

"Little bit. I had fun though."

He got up and walked over to the window seat and sat down across from me. He grabbed the top layer of his clothes and pulled the sweater off and handed it to me.

"H-Here."

"Thanks," I said slipping it on. "I'm beginning to think I'll be cold forever."

Across the seat the Christmas lights shone in the window casting a light glow of color onto Neville. He looked so handsome, he always did.

He held his arms open for me, "if you're still cold I could help."

I scooted across the bench to lean into him. His arms wrapped around me and I nuzzled into him. We sat like that for a long while, talking about anything and everything, laughing and carrying on. The whole time we've been sitting like this I've been considering telling him how I feel. It would be so easy too. There was nothing stopping me. Well, except for the fact that he can be so shy and if I told him he might just curl up into a ball and never speak again. But maybe it was worth a shot.

"Neville."

"Yeah?"

"I really like you. Like a lot."

"I thought we had established that already," he laughed.

"Wait, you knew I have feelings for you?" I turned around in his arms to look at him.

"You have feelings for me‽"

"That's what I meant when I said I like you a lot!"

"Oh….," He stared off into space as if to contemplate this deeply.

"You know if you don't have feelings for me too that's okay," I said, hopeful that he wouldn't confirm what I had just said.

"No! No! I just didn't want to tell you. I really love having you around and I didn't want that to change."

"Well, I'd like to be around more, if you're okay with that."

"I don't think that's possible," he laughed.

"Even so," I chuckled.

I kissed him on the cheek and settled back down into his arms and as he nuzzled his head into the back of mine everything was as it should be.

#neville longbottom #neville imagine #neville #neville x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #holiday #christmas #fanfic #fanfiction

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xxisxxisxxis · 3 years

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-One

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Warning(s): Explicit language, drug abuse

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"Babe?" I call as I come in from the hottub, wrapped in a towel, holding my bottle of Pepsi.

Duff's sitting on the couch when I come in, reaching his hand out to grab mine.

"We're celebrating tonight," Duffs tells me, grinning around his cigarette, and I raise my brows.

"For what?" I question him curiously.

"It's been two months since we started dating." He replies.

"And that's worth celebrating?" It comes out before I can stop myself and his smile slowly falters.

"I think so, but if you don't want to—"

"—I didn't mean for it to come out like that, Duff." I tell him.

"No, Viv, it's fine." He assures me.

"I meant, we aren't really a couple, so—" I stop myself once more realizing the grave I'm digging myself as he looks at me with a slightly raised brow, blowing smoke from his nose. "—I'm gonna shut up. What time are we going out?"

"Just whenever." He mumbles and I frown a little.

"Duff, I didn't mean it like that, either, alright? I didn't think you actually considered us a 'couple' since I'm still technically married and you're like a mistress or something." I run a hand through my hair.

"Well, we're having sex, we go out together, we have conversations about our future together, neither of us are seeing other people or have an interest in seeing other people—I assume—so, either we're dating or wasting each other's time."

"Okay, we're dating." I say.

"Are you sure?"

"Duff, seriously?" I question.

"I'm dropping it." He ignores me, reaching for his cigarettes on the coffee table. "I gotta go grab a couple things from my apartment and I'll be back later."

"Alright." I reply, taking in a deep breath before mentioning, "hey if you get back and I'm not here it's because I'm gonna try to find Izzy a little later because we need to talk about something."

"Alright, I love you." He kisses my hair quickly and grabs his keys.

"I love you too." I tell him and he shuts the door.

As soon as he's gone I'm rushing to the guest bathroom and opening the cabinet under the sink, grabbing the grocery bag of pregnancy tests that have yet to be taken.

"God, if you love me…" I say, finishing the prayer in my mind.

Children are and always have been a blessing in my eyes, but that didn't mean I wanted a child then.

"Well, I'll be damned." Izzy mumbles, eyes squinting slightly, holding the test I plopped onto the bar in front of him as he peers into the little window of plastic, seeing another, "|" as opposed to the recent "||" we had seen on my first test.

This is negative test number five of five taken over the course of three days…

"I'm not pregnant." I repeat to him, taking this last test as the set in stone reality.

"Congrats, your gig isn't quite up, yet." He says, grinning crookedly and I roll my eyes as he throws back another shot before saying, "So, here ya go," he digs in his pocket and puts two condoms packets on the bar in front of me, making me shove at his arm, "you obviously don't have any." He states.

"I do, I just don't like using them." I reply, glancing around, seeing the coast is clear of anyone I know in the crowded room.

"You like living on the edge or something?" He questions, aggravating me.

"I like..." I hesitate instead of brazenly saying what I want to. "...you know…"

He furrows his brows and looks at me for a moment.

"...You like what?" He asks me, genuinely not understanding and I sigh.

"I like…that." I widen my eyes slightly for "that," hoping he catches on.

Nothing.

"I don't understand half of what you say so—"

"—I like cum." I rip the bandaid off and he spits his drink out, squeezing his eyes closed to brace the burn of whiskey through his nostrils as well. "And ya know what? It loses its appeal when it's gummed up at the bottom of latex." I add, just to gross him out more.

"Viv, I didn't need to know that!" He scolds me, groaning, rubbing his face.

"Understand me now?" I sarcastically demand.

"Ughh," he wrinkles his nose.

"I like to feel i—"

"Shut up!" He covers his ears and I laugh. "Damn it, Vivian, go back to damn near leaving the room anytime someone mentioned sex." He complains.

"I don't feel weird about talking to you about it because you're like a girl friend." I shrug and he glares at me.

"I'm what?"

"Like a girl friend." I restate and he raises his brows.

"A girl friend?"

"Yeah." I nod.

"You really know how to break a man's balls without even thinking fucking twice about it." He gripes.

"I didn't mean anything bad by that." I say, genuinely.

"You don't tell a guy he's like a girl friend." He argues.

"Well, you are."

"Are what?" Axl's voice is over the crowd and me and Izzy both snatch at the test before he grabs it and hides it in his jacket pocket.

"Wondering what's going on with you and Tansy?" I change the subject quickly when he gets to us and he tries to hide his smile.

"Don't worry about it." He states.

Axl and Tansy, in a new-found relationship, were in a whirlwind of puppy love. So much so that not even a week later, Axl would propose and she would inevitably say, "yes."

"Where's Duff and the guys?" I ask Axl as he grabs a drink and sits beside Izzy and I, lighting a cigarette.

"Steven's with some Cheryl chick, Slash is next door at the strip bar, and Duff…" he trails off, furrowing his brows, "...I don't know where Duff is."

"Oh, well, we were supposed to go out tonight to celebrate our two month." I explain.

"Well, I haven't seen him." Axl shrugs.

"He said he was going to his apartment." I add.

"Haven't seen him." He replies again and I sigh.

"Okay, then, I'm probably gonna head home and just wait there for him."

"He's staying with you?" Axl asks and I nod.

"Yeah?"

"In Nikki's house?" Izzy adds.

"...Yes?"

They look at each other and then look at me.

"What?"

"Whore around much?" Axl comments, about to throw back his shot but I knock the glass from his hand and tiredly glare at him.

"A lot, actually." I reply. "Screw you."

I turn to go.

"Viv, c'mon," Izzy sighs as Axl storms off.

"No, I have some more whoring to go do while my husband's off." I tell him.

"He's an asshole, Vivian, you know that." He says in reference to Axl but I just keep walking.

When I get on the street, I head next door to see if he's by any chance with Slash.

Before I can head that way, I'm halting at the sound of a sharp whistle followed by, "God damn!"

Getting ready to get arrested, again, I turn and my hostility melts away.

Robbin's grinning at me.

"Where the hell have you been?!" I ask him as he walks to me.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." He states, hugging me. "I've seen all the shit in the press and figured you'd gone to Japan with Nikki to work things out or whatever." He adds.

"There is no 'working things out,' Robbin." I reply and he furrows his brows.

"What?"

"I'm filing for a divorce when he gets back." I explain.

"What? No, Viv, you can't do that, you guys are Nikki and Viv." He tells me.

"No, we're Nikki and Heroin and Mistress and Viv." I smartly shoot back.

"I hate that you guys gotta go through this." He admits.

"Well, we got married knowing it might not work out." I shrug.

"Yeah, but seeing you two being married and making it work got me to realize it's something I want, too, you know? I just didn't think it'd be like this. You two used to be obsessed with each other." He rubs the back of his neck, frowning a little.

"Well, it is what it is, Robbin." I say.

"It's bullshit is what it is."

"Talk to him about it." I scoff.

"Rob, c'mon!" A couple friends he's with call down the street and we both look in their direction.

"Well, it was nice seeing you, we need to see each other more often, you know." I smile softly at him and he nods.

"I hope things work out, Viv. I really do." He reassures me and I nod.

"Thanks."

"See ya later." He grins, patting my cheek before going to his buddies.

"Later." I mumble as he goes.

I breathe out and head into the strip joint, not finding Slash or Duff or anyone I knew.

I eventually give up and just go home because I need to finish decorating for Christmas, anyway.

Hoping to find Duff at home, I instead come in to an empty house and a sleepy Whisky.

"Hey, boy." I step to him and reach down, petting him, feeling a small ache in my heart realizing how much he's grown since Nikki first got him a few months ago.

We were happy when he first got him.

Now look at us.

I force it out of mind and decide to get distracted with Christmas.

I should've got a shower and gone to bed because I ended up getting thrown into a pit of heartbreak all over again whilst trying to find our star for the Christmas tree that I swore I had put in a closet at some point last year to move it out of the way…

"C'mon, you've got it be here somewhere." I mumble, digging around on the top shelf, my hand feeling something familiar.

I furrow my brows and lift the random junk to see the Bible Nikki had gotten me for valentines day this year that had "gotten lost."

The star is a distant memory as I grab the Bible and step off the step-stool I was using and innocently open it where the ribbon is tucked by the back cover.

I see a scribbling of Nikki's handwriting.

Vivian,

I don't know if it's offensive to write in one of these, but my place in hell is already solidified so I might as well piss God off some more. Sorry, I know you don't like when I say I'm going to hell even though we both know it's true. The one problem I have with where I'm fated to spend eternity, is that I know you won't be there. I realized this exactly one year ago. I came pretty close to being over with and I would be burning currently (or just laying in the fucking ground, or flying around as a reincarnated bird, whatever the hell happens to us when we go) had I not made it through. I know I'm scaring you with how much I do, Viv. I hear you talking to God about it when you pray. You're afraid I'm not going to wake up one day. I'm afraid, too. I know, right, Nikki Sixx is scared of something, who would've thought? I'm afraid I'm going to take my last breath without telling you how much I love you. I knew I loved you that night you snuck me into your window and asked me to help you bullshit that damn thesis paper for your final. That was six years ago, almost, and I wish I would have been telling you that I love you all along, maybe it would have changed the path of certain things that have happened. I'm sorry for what I've done, what I'm doing, and what I will do. It's my cross to carry. It's not your fault, it never has been, it never will be. I hope you can forgive me if I'm not here this time next year...if I don't get any better, I'll be in a coffin before our tour ends. Jeez, this sounds like a suicide note. I promise that's not why I'm writing this. I hope I'm around as long as you are. I hope we're together in the next life, whether it's as two birds that mate for life, pecking at each other's eyes, or our spirits just find one another. If God is real, all I'll need is for him to let me know you've made it up there and that you'll be okay, and I'll go to Hell and take the brimstone and fire for all the damage I've done. Just don't forget me, whatever happens. I won't ever forget you. I love you, Vivian. I won't ever forget you. I love you.

—Nikki

My body locks up, my joints tensing, my nose burning as tears come to my eyes...I start shaking, an uncomfortable lump clogging my throat...fury encapsulates me.

I'm throwing the Bible at the wall, pulling at my hair, screaming and yelling incomprehensibly before finally choking out, "why didn't you tell me this?!" I bark at Nikki who's across the country and can't hear me.

But I'm saying it loud enough that he probably could if he really tried.

I guess a part of me might've considered staying with him had he expressed his feelings to me earlier on in our relationship. It's nice to hear, "I love you," even if someone doesn't mean it.

I felt robbed. I felt I deserved for Nikki to tell me that before I found out about Vanity...before he started choosing drugs over me...before I started sleeping with someone else…

I lay down and just stare at the mirror ceiling looking back at me, an ugly crack causing my reflection to scatter in multiples.

Nikki must've broken it at some point before leaving.

I don't know what the point of getting a mirrored ceiling was...perversion or whatever, I suppose. But the money and time spent repairing the damn thing over the years…

I glance at Whisky, curled up on Nikki's side of the bed, talking in his sleep while his back legs twitch a little.

Maybe he's actually reliving a good memory of Nikki.

All I can think of is,

"I got on it to help with my shoulder and finish my parts of the album so it would be ready in time." He tells me honestly.

"And your shoulder's healed now, Nikki. So why are you still bothering with it?" I ask, looking at him.

"It's not like I'm injecting the shit, Vivian." He argues, getting defensive. "Go read your Bible or pray or something...anything."***

And,

I throw the syringe at him, screaming out, "when did you start doing this?!" as tears reappear in my eyes.

I expect him to come fight me, he instead ignores my outburst and leans down to grab the box of needles.

I get up and follow after him, my hands shoving at his back, nearly causing him to trip over himself.

"Answer my fucking question!" I demand him, my voice shaking. I get the reaction I want, the plastic of syringes and metal of needles colliding loudly with the wall when he throws the box of them angrily and spins around.

"Vivian, it's just recreational. It's not serious. I got it under control." He tries to defend himself and I close my eyes, realizing I'll never win.

Then,

"Andy." I cry out, keeping my hands on Nikki's chest, but the Finnish rockstar keeps yelling back and forth with the dealer. "Andy." I repeat, louder, but he still doesn't hear me. "Andy!" I'm pleading in a holler, catching his attention. "I-I can't do this, I'm sick, just call an ambulance!" I beg and Andy heads to the phone hanging on the wall.

And,

"Vince, I'm scared." I say in a whisper.

"Viv, you guys are gonna be okay. I'm sure you'll find a way take fix things just to spite people saying you two won't last." He assures me, his hand rubbing comfortingly up and down my back. "Look at me." He says and I do, and he wipes at my tears. "It'll be fine, alright?" I nod. "Okay?"

"Okay." I reply, sniffling again.

Also,

I'm hitting the floor as fast as I can, screaming as my ears ache from the noise as he just starts shooting repeatedly, and the house shakes, my only chance of protection is getting under the bed and I rush to get there, covering my ears as my spine paralyzes with fear and more shots fire out. I hear things in our house breaking and shattering from buckshot that flies through the open doorway as Nikki is shouting "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" with raw tears in his voice.

Then,

"I'm getting married, look." Vanity states, taking her left hand out of Arsenio's hold and flashes a shining ring on her ring finger and my ears perk up, apparently Tansy's pulled from her drugged stupor, because her heavy eye lids pop open and her face pales when I look at her as I hear Arsenio comment, "okay, um, here's something for Jett magazine," going with the sudden turn of events presented by the starlet.

"Did you know she was engaged?" I ask Tansy and she's at a loss of words. "I didn't even know she was dating anybody."

"Vivian." Tansy's tone is dreadful and I wait for her to tell me about it, Arsenio cracking jokes in the background, causing Vanity's enthusiastic laughter to infiltrate the room.

"This is a beautiful ring." He states, grabbing my attention once more.

"Isn't it pretty?" Vanity agrees as he examines the rock on her finger.

"You, didn't you--"

"--Nikki Sixx." She interrupts him, and my brows furrow even more, confusion taking over me.***

And,

"How could you do this to me?!" I cry out as he starts trying to walk to me, trying to keep his anger low, but I get away from him, throwing a hotel lamp at him, only for it to shatter on the wall behind him. "What did I do to make you hate me so fucking much, Nikki?! To make you pursue another girl--one of my friends--so fucking hard that you propose to her?! Am I just that fucking forgettable?!" I'm throwing dirty dishes Tommy's used tonight, all of them breaking when they miss Nikki by merely centimeters, hitting the wall.

"Vivian, fuck it off!" He barks and I grab Tommy's switchblade off the nightstand, throwing it next, and it barely misses Nikki's face.

"I hate you!" I say back. "I fucking hate you!"

Finally,

“What's new…" He says with a small smirk, thinking about something before the corners of his mouth fall slowly. "...I've done a lot of shit." He starts and I look at him. "Shit I'm not proud of. I don't fucking know when to just do something a little bit. I can't have a bump, I've gotta go through an eight ball as fast as possible. I can't have a drink, I gotta drink the place dry. I can't have a serious girlfriend, I've gotta marry her." He says, and I glance at him and he shakes his head. "I can't just have a one-night stand, I gotta have a fucking affair." He finishes and I lick my lips, keeping my tears back. "This might be fucked up, but I've realized I don't feel like I shouldn't have had anything with her." He says in reference to Vanity and I furrow my brows. "I just feel like we shouldn't have gotten married to begin with."

I decide to have mercy on myself, refusing to relive anymore of our memories--good or bad--because they don't matter anymore and I don't even give myself time to think about how he finally decided to tell me he loved me after six years of jumping through hoops trying to earn it from him.

Careful not to wake the dog, I get out of bed, hearing Duff's car pull into the driveway, and glance at the clock.

How is it already 4:00a.m.?

I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach, excited to see him because I've missed him.

When he gets in, he braces himself against the doorway of the foyer, cursing under his breath when his feet dare to slip from underneath him.

"Did you have fun?" I ask him softly, smiling at him and he slowly lifts his head to look at me.

"Y-You're still up?" He asks me, rubbing his face and I chuckle, taking a step to him.

"Yeah?" I reply, wrapping my arms around his waist…

...Noticing he's keeping his hand on his eyes as if he's rubbing them, and his lids are squeezed together.

"Are you okay?" I ask next, reaching up to pull his hand away from his eyes but he stops me.

"Yeah, baby, I'm fine, just go to bed and I'll be there in a second." He tells me calmly, slurring a little.

"Duff, what's wrong?" I don't listen, not buying it for a second.

"Viv…" he sounds disappointed. "Izzy'll be in here in a second."

"Just look at me," I giggle and move his hand again and he hesitates for a second, before sighing, looking me in the eyes.

I can't speak as pin-pointed pupils look down at me, the sudden smell of smack fumes on his clothes invades me, faint but still there.

I go to open my mouth to speak but I can't…

He's floating on heroin and my hopes of normality are drowned.

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfiction #nikki sixx x oc #mötley crüe #gateway drug

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mechanicalinertia · 2 years

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STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: Nightfall Wars, complete with spoofing

Well, October is over and so the usual obsession with the usual spooky Halloween monsters for now. So much the better, I say. I honestly can't stand Halloween - the commercialization isn't a suffocating layer that can be dug through to find genuine intimacy like with the winter holidays (I may be atheist/secular but I still celebrate Christmas with my extended family and have a wonderful time of it), it's the entirety of the holiday, the beginning and the end. So is Thanksgiving, mind you, but the advertising and marketing of various products is less omnipresent and so less cloying.

Which is a pity, because I was going to post a link to a little fanfiction involving both Bubblegum Crisis and Vampires, dug up by its own author after he typed it up sometime in the late 90's like all the rest of the fanboys when BGC still had cultural currency. Even better, it's ostensibly the vampires of The Masquerade, that great big clusterfuck of an RPG franchise which taught generation X that being edgy meant being deep. Without further Ado, here's Nightfall Wars by Arthur Hansen...

Or rather, what the community at the time called its MSTing.

Mystery Science Theater 3000 was another icon of nerd culture in the 90's, I assume most of you know it from the Netflix revival a few years back. If you don't, then its opening explains the whole goddamn thing just fine:

youtube

So what people would do is copypaste someone else's fanfiction - preferrably a particularly bad fanfic - and write in first some prose involving Joel / Mike / whoever and his robots 'watching' or rather reading a fanfiction and interjecting in the middle of the original fic's prose. Kind of a badass move, but no one does it anymore because the riffing of Mst3k morphed into stuff like Nostalgia Critic and everyone hates that particular breed of riffing nowadays. The cultural currency is dead - and anyway, the internet's too big for people to really make something like this work. If I start riffing on something - anything - from Wattpad, it becomes less funny because it feels more like punching down than punching to the side of oneself.

Also it didn't always work, especially when the riffer sucked at writing themselves SHAWN HAGEN. I think - I really think I should start cataloging BGC fanfiction like this more often, recommending it or, well, you know, not recommending it. I have so much goddamn knowledge about this useless topic it probably can't hurt to do it as a long-form kind of thing, even if TvTropes already has a rec page, and even if I already put a much more cultivated Greatest Hits out there for my 2068 RPG doc.

Anyway, Nightfall Wars reads pretty B-Movie out of the gate: Sylia gets turned by a vampire, survives and is un-thralled by virtue of her father's nanotech, the two tussle one time, she kills him with a solar collection satellite, she escapes her vampirism by uploading to a 2040 Sylia body, all is good. The writing isn't great, but it's good enough to get the plot and the action across, and the author gets a point in my book simply by making a fanfiction centered on the Sabers proper instead of their own OC (which leads to more misses than hits in BGC fic).

On the other hand, the MSTing is indispensable. It keeps the normal cast of MST3K and adds in a lady vampire punted up to the Satellite of Love by the Mad Scientists. Not even as a love interest - there's remarkably little flirtatious stuff - but since it is a fic about vampires having a guest like this is a clever little device, especially since Tom and Crow keep harassing her about vampire stuff and she responds with light-hearted violence. It wouldn't work if Ben Da Mad Irishman (the guy who wrote the MSTing) wasn't good at the sort of wholesome comedy the original show rests upon. But he is, even if his original site is no longer on the internet, and so the fic-hybrid works. It's great, really, and you should read it.

Anyway... Yeah, I think doing a series of posts like this might be fun. Already got that last tag for your further convenience. Yeah. Let's do this.

#mystery science theater 3000 #mst3k #bubblegum crisis #fanfiction #fanfic rec #vampire #90s nostalgia #bgc #stmpd reviews bgc fanfic #Youtube

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Snow storm

Dan Torrance x reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: I made this Christmas colored but it can just be winter If you don’t celebrate that! Bro I love him so much. So much bro.

Requested: by anon, Oh boy hello I’m in love rn I cannot believe there are Ewan fics on tumblr now can I request a really fluffy cuddly dan Torrence fic I’m talking like it’s snowy outside and dan just be cuddling the hell outta his gal and given her all the smooches

Summary: the request!

Genre: FLUFF

Song:

(not my gif) (imma boutta start making gifs somehow I SWEAR)

It didn't snow that often in the town that Dan Torrance had settled into. Sure, it snowed a bit every winter for the past two years but he had yet to see a full blown snow storm there. He liked the lack of snow, it reminded him of the Overlook and that was a memory he was glad to forget. In fact too sunny summers were welcomed to him. Which was how it was bound to be until he met you.

You did not enjoy the sun. You sweat easily and you had a whole thing about how much you hated feeling like you couldn’t escape the beating down heat. You loved the snow and the rain. He knew this.

You had been dating since January and he had yet to see you in full winter mode. He figured the town might get an inch or maybe an inch and a half but he wasn’t prepared for the blizzard. You had. You told him the week before that there was going to be a blizzard, you could feel it in your bones. He hadn’t thought twice about it and when you knocked on his door at nine in the morning on Saturday he figured you might have some shining in you after all.

His hair was messy and unkept, his bare feet hitting the cold ground as he walked to his door. He hadn’t been awake when you knocked on his door and was still groggy from sleep. He didn’t get a chance to grab a robe but he was wearing his boxers and a shirt. Nothing you hadn’t seen before and he assumed it was you.

He swung the door open. You stood before him, shivering but smiling. You wore a light jacket and beanie with oversized gloves. You shuffled past him and took off your large boots and didn’t speak when you pulled up the blinds. The street below was covered in a layer of white. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. There hadn’t even been snow in the forecast the day before.

“Snow Dan!” You told him. There weren’t any cars below, the snow plowers not having been through yet.

“Did you walk here in that?” You nodded.

“I wanted to be here when you woke up! And just in case the phone lines went down, so I could see you and stuff. You don’t mind do you? I was pretty sure you said you had the day off.” He did have the day off but he was concerned at you walking in the snow. You could handle yourself normally but with those snow pants? Probably not as well.

“I don’t mind at all but you must be freezing. Let’s get that off.” The sleep was beginning to wear away from his face as he helped you out of the jacket. He tossed your wet clothes aside on a discarded surface so you could get warm. Once you were down to your final, still rather wet layer he walked and grabbed you some clothes.

“What if I had something to do today?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. He gave one in return.

“Did you?”

“Mhm I need to kiss my boyfriend. Lots of times,” you told him with a teasing smile. You grabbed his clothes and took off your shirt and pants, trading them in for his nice and warm ones. He sat on the window sill. You had put a comforter there when you came over one time and now it lived there for when the two of you wanted it.

You walked over to his tiny coffee machine and started making some hot cocoa for the two of you, the drink now being unspoken as to who was going to make it. You put more marshmallows. Sometimes you even put faces in it when you were feeling crafty. Today you just made a quick two cups and walked to sit next to him.

He was watching the world below him but moved to look at you.

“What’s going on with the world?” you asked. You loved his legs so they laid on your lap. He took the cup from you and rubbed your knee absentmindedly.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you?” You flushed and his his leg because it was the closest part of him to you. He scooted around so you were facing the same way and he could kiss you easier. His lips trailed up your neck as they finished on your lips. You giggled and tried to act like you were ignoring him, pointing at the street below.

“Look Dan - Dan, look - Danny!” you were giggling uncontrollably and had to place your cup on the ground beside where had just placed his so you didn’t spill it. His laughter bubbled up and warmed your heart in protest to your words.

You grabbed his face and brought it up so you could look him in the eyes. You could practically see the hearts in them and you almost wondered if it was your reflection in the light blue irises. You loved each other so much.

You kissed him on the mouth, which he gladly accepted and had no protests too. You made out for a little while until he had to pull away to speak.

“I love you,” he whispered. You giggled and put your face in the crime of his neck to avoid looking at him. Your heart was about ready to burst from happiness.

“I hope that you don’t think about anything bad about the snow. I just want you to be happy when you see it. Think of something you like ya know?” You looked at him again, forcing yourself to face his gorgeous face. He kissed you once more, lingering on your warm lips.

“If i ever see another snowflake I’ll always think about you. Something I love.” You bit your lip and kissed him again.

“I love you too. More than the snow.” He raised an eyebrow in feign surprise and you dragged a hand through his hair.

“That’s a lot.”

“Danny I love you a lot.”

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