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hoonvrs · 4 months

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‘TIS THE SEASONS

PAIRING enha × gnr

DESC. how you’d spend christmas with enha

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNING swearing, play fighting

W. COUNT 0.8k

S. NOTES falalalalaaaalalalalaa

LEE HEESEUNG

( ice skating )

people often forget how good hee is good at ice skating with a professional ice skater in his group

but when he found out you were okay at best, insisted you had to go together

i think he’d prefer to be holding hands skating together instead of teaching you from square one

would feel his heart fluttering from seeing you so happy on the ice

insists on holding your hand ‘just in case’

does it so he can have you close the whole time

regrets it instantly when you slip and pull him down with you

somehow still finds it romantic that you both now have matching bruises

PARK JONGSEONG

( cuddling/hot chocolate galore )

as much as he loves cooking, he’d prefer to order in on christmas

but of course, that doesn’t mean he’s not in the kitchen at all

saw a tiktok of different hot chocolate recipes and got hooked

convinced you that you guys needed to try them all for your movie date

got a different hot chocolate to have with a different movie

tried to theme it but tried too hard and messed up the designs

best hot chocolate of your life but best believe you could barely finish the fourth one

anything to make jay happy, and he repaid by cuddling under heaps of blankets the whole night

SIM JAEYUN

( baking/decorating gingerbread )

jake doesn’t have a single baking bone in his body

don’t know what possessed him to think he could make gingerbread from scratch

gingerbread tastes like ass, good thing you already bought ready-made dough

everything becomes a competition between you two and this was no exception

challenged who can make the best gingerbread men and house

by the end, you have jellies, sprinkles, and other sweets all over the floor and table

somehow also ends up on the christmas tree???

turns out jake also can’t decorate so his house looked like a hot mess that you keep for display on the mantle next to yours

PARK SUNGHOON

( christmas market date )

begged you to go to the market on charismas day

both wearing your biggest scarves and fluffiest gloves cause its cold as fuck outside

practically dragged you the second he saw a churro stand

refuses to leave until you both tried nearly all the stands

walks along the river with a steaming hot drink in your hands

stay to admire the lights

would put your hands in his pockets if you say you’re cold

refuses to let you spend a single penny cause he’s the best boyfriend ever

KIM SUNWOO

( cooking together )

sunoo has always wanted to cook with his s/o finding the intimacy cute

what better occasion than a christmas dinner

gets recipes and a few practice classes from his jay hyung a few days before so he’s prepared for you

you walk in on all the ingredients and bowls laid out with a smiley sunoo in the middle

could never refuse him anything when he asked to cook together so cutely

went in overestimating both of your cooking abilities in making two dishes never mind five

three hours later you finally have your meal ready

actually wasn’t bad, so worth it seeing how proud he was renouncing himself as ‘enhypens new cook’ but don’t tell jay

YANG JUNGWON

( playing/fighting in the snow )

your date with jungwon didn’t mean to end in the snow

started when you threw a snowball at him after your little restaurant date

as much as he loves you, he also loves winning

thus, commencing the biggest snow fight of your life

talking rapid fire shots -- no survivors

would stop when he hits you in the face by accident and goes to check up on you

worried thinking he hurt you until you flip last second and throw one back square in the face

ends with you guys making snow angels before going home both cold and wet

NISHIMURA RIKI

( tree decorating )

you almost had an aneurism when you saw the tree was still bare and it was already the 25th

screw all your plans’ you guys were going to decorate the tree instead

take a little trip to the closest shop to get a few missing decorations

can’t do anything with your boyfriend without a few playful arguments

ends with the tree having three different tinsel colours that clash cause neither of you would back down

every other bulb was a printed meme because riki doesn’t believe in separating decoration and humour

of course, lifts you up by the waist to put the star on the top because you’re his star

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headkiss · 4 months

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awe poor Eddie my love 🥺 I’ll request one!

what abt building a snowman or sledding w Eddie & reader & they get hot cocoa n snuggle up by a fire to get warm?

thank you my love!!! sweet boyfriend eddie building a snowman with you, i hope you like it <3 | 0.7k

“Eddie, wake up!”

There are many, many ways to be woken up, but Eddie’s favorite is the sound of your voice. It’s one of his favorite things in general, really, and he’s smiling before he even opens his eyes.

“Well,” he stretches, blinking his eyes open to find you beside him, kneeling on the bed, your hair still a little messy from sleep, but your eyes bright and wide awake. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“It snowed!” You shake his shoulders gently, “come see. Oh, and good morning.”

“Alright, alright. I’m up!”

Eddie pushes himself up and tosses the blankets off of him, grabbing a sweatshirt and tugging it over his head on his way out of the room with you leading him into the main space of the trailer.

“Look at it,” you tell him, pointing out the window with a smile that he reciprocates easily.

“Woah,” he says, looking out the window, the sunlight bouncing off of the fresh layer of snow that coats the trailer park. “It snowed, snowed.”

“Yeah,” you lean against him when he comes to stand beside you, an arm over your shoulders, yours around his middle. “‘Tis the season, right? Let’s get out there!”

“At least let me make you breakfast first.”

“If you insist.”

After making some chocolate chip pancakes (and possibly burning the first batch), Eddie follows you out of the trailer and into the snow, the chilly breeze hitting you as soon as you step outside.

You’ve got your winter jacket on, and Eddie grins at how you look in it, all warm and cute. You’ve also borrowed one of Eddie’s scarves and a pair of gloves that are too big for you, but keep you warm all the same.

He doesn’t look much different, curls poking out from the beanie on his head, winter coat zipped all the way up to his chin, and hands tucked into gloves.

Looking out at the trailer park, you see all of the different decorations, a string of lights wrapped around a railing or a little inflatable santa, a wreath hung on a door or fake reindeer propped up in the snow. It looks like Christmas, and with the fresh snow on the ground, it feels like it too.

“How about a snowman?” You face Eddie, his cheeks already a little pink from the cold.

“A classic,” he says. “Lead the way, sweetheart. I’ll follow your instructions.”

“Oh, good. I’m great at instructing.”

“Instruct away, babe.”

So you do, and soon enough—after a couple of tumbles in the snow, the knees of your jeans wet, snowflakes stuck in Eddie’s hair—you have a snowman. Well, the bare bones of one.

“He needs a face,” you say. “Do we have any rocks? Sticks?”

“I’ll find you some, boss. The best rocks ever.”

You shake your head with a smile, because Eddie is your favorite person, silly and kind, patient and so so sweet to you. It makes your chest hurt when you think about how wrong so much of Hawkins have got it when it comes to him.

He’s the best gift you’ll ever have.

By the time he comes back, you’ve sacrificed your (his) scarf for the snowman, having wrapped it around the spot where the top and middle snowballs meet. Eddie places the arms, one higher than the other, and you give your snowman a smile and eyes.

“Eddie, what about the carrot?”

“I never knew you were so serious about snowmen, babe.”

“He needs a nose!”

“You’re right,” Eddie nods. He may tease, but he never really makes you feel silly for anything. “How else will he smell anything?”

He heads inside the trailer, and comes back with a baby carrot in hand because it’s all he had in the fridge. After placing it on the snowman’s face and stepping back to look at him, Eddie’s arm around your shoulders, you think it’s the perfect nose.

By the time you’re back inside and have changed into jeans that aren’t wet from the snow, Eddie’s made you both mugs of hot chocolate, blankets ready and waiting for you on the couch.

It’s not long before you’re curled up there, cheek against Eddie’s chest, his arm holding you close, fingertips drawing patterns against your side.

Eddie doesn’t think he could ever dislike the cold if this is what it gets him: you beside him, exactly where you belong.

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kitewithfish · 2 years

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Wednesday reading meme

What I've Read

The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novik - Oh, this is how you end a trilogy. This books took the relationships and themes and even the monsters that have followed the main character from the very first book, and hunted them all down to pull the last thematic dregs from their depths. I didn't quite cry when I found out what really happened to Orion, but man, it hurt. It hurt so good. El Higgins will always live in my heart.

Mutually-Assured Destruction by Sineala - Bucky/Tony 616 Marvel comics in the 1960s - Identity porn! 1960's Tony Stark is Iron Man and nobody knows. So when the Winter Soldier comes out of the Soviet Union to ask to join the Avengers on the condition that he doesn't ever tell anyone his name or reveal his face, even to Captain America.... Tony thinks, oh, maybe we could be friends? Maybe I can be a little bit myself with this one? And things snowball from there. This is a great fic by an author that loves the 1960s comics version of the Avengers, and honestly, the tone fits those comics so well. This fic was slipping into a warm bath - angsty just in measure to the comfort. I was following updates from Sineala's Patreon while she was writing it and I was so glad to see if come out!

a simple thing- Chapter 47- by iridan - Star Wars, Mandalorian, Boba Fett/Din Djarin. - Chapter 47 just hit this week, which means we are ONE CHAPTER FROM THE ENDING OF THE FIC,this is not a drill. This fic is 765K words and Chapter 47 alone was 27K words, and I heartily recommend it if you want to watch someone really live into their tags that say " Din 'I Can't Talk Right Now I'm Doing Queer Person With Religious Trauma Shit' Djarin" and "rebuilding a culture is hard." Honestly, great work on the cultural stuff about how there's been tons of contradictory ways of portraying Mandalorians in Star wars, and this fic makes them all feel like people who have been out in the world, trying their best.

Fic Rec based on Scholomance series: If you want a smaller, single person version of the themes in The Scholomance Trilogy, I heartily recommend two other works by Astolat (aka, Naomi Novik in her fic writing persona) -

-Heal Thyself a Draco post-canon character study about what damage using Dark Magic does to a person, and what it takes for Draco to really come out of it the other side. (Technically Harry/Draco, but only towards the end, well after Draco has done the work of fixing himself.)

-Victory Condition: A Tranformers fic in which Megatron and Optimus Prime have to actually talk thru their world views, and Optimus Prime has to face that the Golden Age he remembered was built on the suffering of people he didn't see. (Honestly, I kind of recommended The Scholomance series to someone based on the idea that El Higgins is a Megatron with a bit more support and Orion the human is pretty clearly based on Orion Pax aka Optimus Prime, but with some complicated history.)

Honorable mentions to fic that didn't quite make the novel-length cut: Don’t be afraid. by spqr -Star Wars, Anakin/Obi-Wan, ages reversed. I... I find this pairing normally not for me, and I am aware that this is working on me because I love fic where a traumatized character is confronted with love and care, and well, this did the job.

What I'm Reading

Homeworld Elegy - Ashcroft Writes - Star Wars AU - Obi-Wan/ Cad Bane - 138K words -Once I got some momentum on this fic, I'm just flying thru it. I'm in a section that creates a whole history for Cad Bane and Duros and their world and his childhood romance with a friend, and I'm like, I thought this was just a mean blue man in a big hat, and now you are making my feel emotions??? It's just working for me really well.

Two Old Women by Velma Wallis - I'm just not finishing this very quickly, dunno why. The voice just feels like listening to someone telling a story.

What I'll Read Next:

Library books are on hold for this week because I'm going to be traveling, unless I get finished with them before I go.

Darth Maul: Lockdown

Whale Rider

Thrawn -Heir to the Empire

Maybe Spinning Silver

Tiger's Daughter

Things I own:

Might re-read City of Lies in order to get back on the page for the sequel book.

Hunting Towards Heartstill -blackkat

Think of England - KJ charles

#realized that i've been posting a fair bit about what i'm reading to dreamwidth #and that's great #but tumblr loves and needs recs #so I'm giving them some #star wars the clone wars #marvel comics #mandalorian #fic recommendation #reading meme

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cdmodule · 2 years

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winner for le hc thing ? hi

(From this post)

THIS FUCKING GIF IS KILLING ME. ANYWAY YOURE UNLEASHING DEMONS Sexuality Headcanon: Literally look me in the eyes rn. And take a wild guess (they're gay and very flamingly so) Gender Headcanon: Nonbinary & very flamboyant about it. They used to experiment a lot when younger but mostly when It comes to gender expression, I see them as identifying as genderless basically Ever A ship I have with said character: Good lord. Winnerclock makes me insane you don't understand the POTENTIAL these two have. Winner came out of their friendship/relationship with Loser and left an entire carreer behind and It seems like they don't like being reminded of it, meanwhile Clock doesn't seem to fully.. get that yet or needs to be further hammered in his head that Winner has boundaries and he's kind of . Very Fail. But Winner is a little fail too cuz I need them to be like Hey Man . Can you not do that. THEY NEED TO TALK IT OUT. BUT I THINK WINNER DESERVES ANOTHER CHANCE W SOMEONE WHOS RIGHT FOR THEM (I need you to know "Who treats you right" by Pansy Division just started playing I feel insane) AND CARES and they're both people who've been forgotten before (Clock's entire team forgot abt him). I don't think Clock JUST likes em cuz they're famous cuz like.. why else would he remember them when no one else does. Once that idol x fan barrier is broken down I feel like they could really come closer to each other and leave past things behind. I feel like Im pointing at a whiteboard rn like an insane lunatic just listen to me man. Also Clock is gay as hell you can't ignroe that A BROTP I have with said character: I do not have BROTPS/NOTPS with them So lemme tell u about some other ships I have Winner x Loser: h . H Nate. Do I even need to tell you. I am pointing at the goikytown docs rn I CANT EVEN SAY MUCH THAT ISNT SAVED FOR GOIKYTOWN BUT LIKE YKNOW. THEYRE SO DIVORCECORE Plus Im such a SUCKER for bandmates (Since I hc them as such) They make out sloppy style after performances Winner x Spongy / Winner x Loser x Spongy: Sooo yeah if Winner x Loser isn't enough, they're in a polycule with Spongy - Remember how Loser called Spongy old pal when he was eliminated again? They're buddies. They were bandmates. I think these two are super cute with each other even If they never interacted JUST THINK ABOUT IT. They're both kind & caring and good for each other Winner x Snowball: Heh. Okay I don't think about these two toooo much but the idea of Snowball seeing another Strong Fella and then having a gay moment over it is very fun I kinda love it LOL A random headcanon: Winner grew up with Funk & Soul music in their Bones... Also I think early in their childhood they were rly fond of 1920s-30s ballroom music, they were a bit of an Old Soul. Semi related, but I think they're a huge 70s enjoyer, esp when It comes to music and fashion General Opinion over said character: WHAT DO YOU THINK. LOL I LOVE THEM TO BITS <3 They grew on me over time once I got ideas for them for goikytown and since Ive always been very fond of fictional Bands I basically got Sooo many ideas for young Winner and sculpted my own Beast and got to think of how it went down the line and now... and everything they did with Loser too. And then clock when July Last Year hit . But ofc I love the original Winner too DUH!! THEYRE SUCH A LITTLE SWEETHEART How could I not... also that accent HHOOOOO BABY (normal) (Im Normal) But Ya this post alone doesnt even scratch the SURFACE of how much I think abt them they're like an OC at this point. Godspeed

#hi nate #im so allistic rn /lie #answered #headcanon tag #adding this tag to say i hope u all know nate went 'holy shit' out loud upon seeing this

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kkodzvken · 3 years

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i am BACK hello!!! ty for being patient with me as i deal w my shit 😭 and hi to new followers!! i’ve been writing and i promise i’ll post some new stuff soon!!!

#uhhh so like #did NOT plan to go fucking ghost mode for so long #but i got hit w one thing after the other and it snowballed into. a lot #but things r better now!#i have finally caught a break LMAO let’s hope it continues so i can continue being h word for dabi #🌘.rambles

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sor-vette · 2 years

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#3.5 Jin Ponders the Meaning of Time over a Pot of Soup

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

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• a/n: This little blurb takes place at the end of the last chapter and gives a small insight into the past, though the larger questions of how are they soulmates, how did the guys know still remains a mystery, I've got to work with something hehe.

Jin wakes up at 5 a.m. sharp. Goes to the bathroom, kicks the small velvet green pouffe, it’s his new routine, and gets to work. His neck aches and his vision is still blurry but he’s determined to make it. He wonders if it’s almost like a subconscious apology, then realizes it’s not subconscious at all. It's an apology - clear and simple - extended to your unknowing hands. Why? Because it was his fault

And sure, ask any of them and they will say it’s their fault. That’s how Bangtan did it. "I messed up, I slept in, my voice cracked, I stumbled" - simple lies told over and over again to make the guilty party feel better. But this was different. Jin knew it was his fault. He was the first to speak, to nestle the poison into their heads, snowballing to a decision that would turn eight lives onto completely different paths.

He had been the first to reject you.

He recalls his traitorous cowardly mouth move, forming those sentences one after another - “we’re busy, we have no time”, “this is too weird, forget it”, “this will never work”.

This will never work.

He thinks how he would feel if you said those words to his face.

"It’s too weird, you’re too weird, this will never work."

His heart would break and he’d turn into a bitter old man, stewing in his own regrets.

As he chopped the carrots, he laughed wryly at himself. He feared many things - people looking at him too closely, stalkers, waking Namjoon up, going through Jungkook’s sock drawer but as he got older the fear of age became too real, too vast for him to combat away with a simple joke.

As the eldest, age always hovered above his head like Damocles sword but it hadn’t gripped him into a panic until he realized the simple truth - even Kim Seokjin was steadily growing old. He understood it not in a superficial way like his joints cracked too hard or his back hurt too much or the kids playing on his lawn were too annoying. Especially considering he didn’t have a lawn. It hit him like lightning one fateful morning that instead of someday he wanted it today.

Instead of thinking “well someday I’ll cook breakfast for my spouse”, “someday I’ll go home and play games and then comply when they yell at me to fold the laundry”, “someday I’ll be able to go out and throw out the bins, quietly watch the neighbourhood and laze around knowing that I have someone to love and someone who loves me” instead of it all, he thought “I want to love and be loved today”. And what then followed were two whole weeks of a constant and prolonged panic attack. Because the weight of his rejection now stretching years back came to haunt him with full consequences.

He had no idea who you were, where you lived, what you looked like now. The world was large, he had travelled it twice, and Kim Seokjin had lost you in it. Strange how big of a difference a simple change of time did make.

Tomorrow was always tomorrow - distant, filled with brewing cares and promises, always a future, ready to be moulded to what he needed it to be. Today was stressful. Today was rushing to catch up, gripping what he had so it wouldn’t slip away, decisions made in fraught panic.

So where he had been the first one to reject, he was also the first one to accept you.

And when that time came around again, he moved his mouth not with fear but with determination. He, regrettably, had to momentarily usurp Hobi’s positions and instead of doubt, seed little plants of hope in their brains. And today after today, pushing arrangements, making risky, bold choices that he was known for, there was left only one tomorrow.

“So I guess we’ll be seeing you tomorrow then.”

“I guess so,” you had said, lethargic, but even so it was all that Jin needed. A promise of just one tomorrow.

And after much waiting, after many nights of inconceivable effort just to get here, there came "today". Of course, it wasn’t perfect, no today’s were but it was enough.

So today Jin wakes up at 5 a.m. sharp, goes to the bathroom and kicks the velvet green pouffe and makes the soup that he had been practising for over six months to make it just right. It didn't even have a name, nor a recipe. You were from a different country, different upbringing, he had not yet had the joy to discover what you liked, so he engineered the most international soup he could muster. A little bowl of comfort with an undertone of apology for not knowing better, for not hoping better.

When Namjoon is the last one to stroll in, he says today, tomorrow, what difference did it make? One could become the other if only there was hope.

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fandomsonrequests · 3 years

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christmas with ateez (hyung line)

reader: gn!, m!, f!

notes: merry christmas! i hope y'all enjoy this and are having a good holiday season!

edit: you can read the maknae line here 0w0

seonghwa:

“Minji, be careful!” You call out to your daughter as she runs around the living room, Christmas lights in hand while her twin sister, Minjung, runs after her.

You invited your boyfriend, Seonghwa, to help decorate the Christmas tree you picked out and set up in the corner of the living room. It was almost complete: just a few more ornaments, the lights, and the angel topper were all that was missing.

And just as you had predicted, Minjung tripped over the lights carried by her twin. Fortunately for her Seonghwa had just stepped into the living room in time, managing to catch her before she hurt herself on the lights and the floor. He knelt down in front of her, making sure she was okay before Minji joined her.

“Jungie— I’m sorry are you okay?” She frantically asks her twin.

The girl in question, always being the quieter of the two, only nodded. She nuzzled into Seonghwa’s hand when he cupped her cheek, giving it a light pinch. “No more running. Alright, you two?”

The girls nodded and went over to you, handing you all the other decorations you needed. Your heart melted at the sight of how your boyfriend interacted with your daughters. They weren’t his biological children but he treated them like they were his own. He always showered them in love and never failed to check up on them whenever he could. Sometimes you would joke about how he loved them more than you.

Time goes on as the four of you continue decorating and the only ornament missing on the Christmas tree was the angel topper. Seonghwa gingerly took the angel from its box as it was a bit fragile. But before he could set it on the tip of the tree, he felt a gentle tug to his pants leg.

He looked down to see Minjung shyly play with the fabric on his pants. “What is it babygirl?”

“Can we put the angel on top, daddy?” Minjung asks with rounded eyes, lips pursed in a pout.

“Yeah, daddy can we?” Minji added as she jumped up and down from her spot. “I’ll put the halo on the angel!”

Shock fills your system while your eyes widened at what the girls had called your boyfriend; your jaw dropped in pleasant surprise. You look to Seonghwa who had the same expression on his face— except that his eyes were more glossy than usual: a telltale sign that he was close to tears.

He manages to hold back from crying and nodded, his initial shock melting into a soft smile. “Of course my little stars,”

He lifted Minjung first who set the angel on top before lifting Minji next who carefully placed the halo on its head. They both thank him by placing a kiss on each of his cheek, giggling to themselves when he hugged them in return. You then move to switch on the lights of the tree, allowing it to glow in all its beauty.

Seonghwa, overwhelmed by the emotions he was feeling, scooped up all three of his girls into his arms, eliciting a bout of laughter from all of you. You four fell back into the couch as he showered you in kisses. The little girls squealed in delight at the onslaught of affection being given to them.

Seongjwa lets them go before turning to you, all the stars in his eyes. “I love you so much, _____.” He leaned in to kiss you, cupping your cheek in the process.

“Ewww, mommy, daddy. There’s no mistletoe, don't kiss.” Minji whined when she saw you two locked in an embrace.

Seonghwa smiles at the title, grateful that you let him not only into your life but into the girls’ as well. Because in the end, he managed to create this little family with you.

hongjoong:

You chuckle as you trail after your boyfriend who was shuffling over to a particular sweater that caught his eyes. He ran his hands over the soft woolen fabric, pushing it to the side to see if there were anymore when he gasped in pleasant surprise.

“_____ look,” Hongjoong said as he coaxed you over. A bright grin adorns his lips when he showed you the item that got him excited.

Behind the striped, Christmas themed color sweater he liked was another version of it. Except the colors were reversed with the previous ones. It was a clear sign that these sweaters were meant to be matching with each other. Hongjoong wasn’t usually the type to practice couple matching activities but it was Christmas- this time was an exception.

He pulled both sweaters off the rack and held both of them out. “What do you think?” He asks as he looked up to you.

“I think both would look good on you, baby.” You tell him with a fond smile.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes in amusement and lightly swat at your chest. “I meant which one would you like?” He looked over at the two articles of clothing again.

You deflate a bit at the thought and shove your hands into your pockets. “Oh, I- I dunno if either would suit me…” You trail off.

Your boyfriend turned to you with a small frown. You’ve brought this up with him before- that sometimes you feel a little insecure with what you wear. You feel a little intimidated with the clothes you aren’t used to- afraid that you wouldn’t pull it off like he would. Hongjoong always seemed to make whatever article clothing on-hand work. And if he wasn’t satisfied he’d reform it into something better.

With a small sigh, he reached up and cupped your cheeks, a small yet gentle smile on his lips. “Trust me on this baby, you’d rock this look.” He says before sliding his hands down to yours to give them a comforting squeeze. “And it’s not just me being biased.”

You release another sigh and look over at the sweaters in his arms and decided that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try it on. “Can I try them on at least?”

Hongjoong’s bright toothy grin returned as he led you over to one of the dressing rooms while handing you the sweaters that fit your size. You come out in the dominantly blue one with white adjacents. The dressing room attendant nearby saw you and gave you a warm smile.

“I think the sweater you have on right now suits you very well.” They say.

“They look good in it don’t they?” Hongjoong asks the attendant while shooting you a smirk that read “I told you so.”

You roll your eyes, briefly sticking out your tongue at him (to which he mimicked), and laugh to yourself. Battling your insecurities was so much easier with Hongjoong around. Especially when you get to see that cute grin of his that never fails to lift your spirits.

You lean into his arm while the both of you lined up at the checkout counter, arm looped with his. You lean up to briefly kiss his cheek, knowing that he wasn’t too fond of PDA. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” He tells you as he kissed your temple. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.”

yunho:

“DADDY! PAPA! WAKE UP!!”

A groan escapes you when you feel a weight land onto your chest, shaking you and your husband Yunho awake. Your eyes crack open one by one to be greeted with the gap-toothed smile of your daughter, Iseul. Her hair was sticking out everywhere from her bed-head, pajamas askew.

She squeals in delight when Yunho pulls him into his warm chest, nuzzling into her hair. “What’s got you so excited bub?” He asks as your daughter wriggles around in his arms.

“It’s snowing! We should go outside and play,” She says as she poked her father’s cheeks and writhed out of his hold. She tugs at your arms when neither of you moves to get up. “C’moooon, I don’t wanna miss anything.”

You turn your head to the window and true enough, white powder coats the window sill while frost crept on the glass in intricate designs. Muffled sounds of children laughing and yelling outside were heard along with the occasional thud of snowballs hitting their target.

“Alright, alright,” You relent and sit up, a lazy grin playing on your lips when Iseul lets on an excited cheer and shuffles off the bed. “Slow down sweetheart, daddy and I are still half-asleep.”

“That’s why I brought you two coffee-” She says as she points to the tray beside your bedside table. True enough there were two steaming mugs of coffee. Most likely it was the instant ones since those were easier than the brewed ones. You were worried that she could have hurt herself in the process but she was ten years old, old enough to do a lot of things on her own. Something soft hits your face and you look down to see it was your scarves, gloves, and hat.

Iseul was at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. It was evident that she shared the same type of energy with her father at the way she was practically vibrating with excitement. That was when Yunho jumps out of bed and scoops her up into his arms, blowing raspberries into her cheek while she laughs at the ticklish feeling. “You go down ahead, bub. Papa and I will follow you.” He says with a kiss on her cheek, setting her down and fixing her pajamas.

Your daughter nodded and ran down to put on her coat and gloves, more than ready to play out in the snow. You on the other hand fought back the urge to flop back down onto the bed. Yunho sees you sluggishly make your way out of bed, going over to your side and helping you up.

“Good morning my darling,” He cooed to you as an arm wrapped around your waist, placing a kiss to your chapped lips.

“Ugh, morning breath.” You tease only to earn a dramatic gasp in return. You hush him up by kissing him despite your fake protest, humming in content at the moment you shared with your husband.

Yunho looked down at you with love in his eyes when you two pulled away. You couldn’t help but blush at the way he smiled dorkily at you, grin lopsided and his gaze soft at you. “Whaaaaat?” You whine.

“What do you mean ‘whaaaaaat?’” He imitates. “I just wanna cherish this moment with you.”

“You doofus,” You huff in amusement, pecking his lips in a silent request to let you meet your daughter downstairs. “C’mon, before she goes out in the snow without her boots… again.”

So that was how you spent your morning, playing in the snow and enjoying the cold with the two loves of your life.

yeosang

You grunt as you lift the heavy box of Christmas decorations from your garage and into the living room where Yeosang sat cross legged on the floor, stringing some popcorn onto some nylon threads for the Christmas garlands. He looked up to see you huffing when you threw the box down to the ground, falling back into the couch. He couldn’t stop the soft giggle that bubbled from his throat, effectively catching your attention.

“What’s so funny?” You whine at him, getting up from your spot on the couch and tossing a couple of popcorn pieces into your mouth.

“You just looked silly.” He tells you honestly with a small but loving smile.

He swats your hand away gently when you keep reaching for some compopcorn. He complained that you’ll finish eating his decorations before sneakily grabbing a bite of some while you weren’t looking. You became quiet as you fell into the routine of unpacking the decorations. It was a nice sort of silence, one where you knew things didn’t need to be said because sometimes, the silence alone was enough.

A couple of questions were thrown here and there, like “where does this go again?” or “are you sure this still has batteries in it?” Yeosang managed to finish a couple of garlands, which could have been four but you both grew hungry, and stood up to help you decorate the house. There were a few ornaments you had bought but most of them were DIY-ed by the both of you. It wasn’t as neat as the ones from the store but that was the charm to it. Besides, you didn’t mind having “hethetmon” being put up in a few places. Yes, things were going smoothly.

That was until you had to untangle the Christmas lights for the outside of the house. You grunt as you yank out a few knots in the wires while trying not to break the filament glasses. And Yeosang as usual was watching you struggle. It’s not that he didn’t want to help you, it’s just that he’d rather you ask him to do so.

He turned from his spot by the wall from hanging stockings, going over to you and picking up the other end of the lights. Although he made no move to help you untie it, instead he resorted to directing you on how to do it. You didn’t mind though because at least you had another pair of eyes to see knots where you couldn’t but the wires seemed to furl even more together.

“You know what Sangie, why don’t you do it?” You huff in annoyance and hand it over to him. “My fingers hurt.”

“You were at it for only 30 minutes, _____.”

“Well it’s tangled as hell I can’t undo it easily.” You argue before watching him fight with the Christmas lights.

For a few minutes, he seemed to be able to work it out but as he goes along further down the line, he sees more knots, causing him to throw down the lights in frustration. You laugh at his reaction, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Not so easy huh?” You tease.

“Haha— really funny doll.” He teases back before tossing the remains back into the box. “You know what, lets just take a break and watch some Christmas films.”

Your eyes light up at this and you straighten up in excitement. “Can we watch Die Hard?”

“For the hundredth time, Die Hard isn’t a Christmas film.” Yeosang argues with you but failed to hold back that small yet loving smile he had whenever you get excited about things.

“But it’s set in Christmas and released around that time!” You whine.

Eventually he gives in, but not before saying that he’s watching this because you want to and not because it’s a Christmas classic. It all works out in the end because you’re settled comfortably in Yeosang’s arms while you two watch the iconic film.

The decorations could wait.

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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Gifts From the Heart (Soft!Ojiro x Wolf!Reader)

Art credit: Pixiv ID 4177162

Requested by anon: Saw the word Ojiro, came running. Can I request fluffy, wholesome Ojiro x Fem!Reader where Ojiro makes the reader a gift?

A/N: This is a chapter from my unpublished Ojiro x reader book that will be uploaded all at once very soon xD. Stay tuned!! there needs to be more ojiro content out there, this boy is so underrated

[anon, i got so carried away the full fanfic is at 50k words and its climbing im so sorry it took me so long to post what you requested, it spurred on my creativity and now i have a fanfic sitting in my docs waiting to be shown to the world lol]

✨Edit: this is part 10 of Ojiro’s fanfic series titled “Saving Her”. Masterlist for it found here!! ✨

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It was a lazy Sunday and everyone was lounging around the Heights Alliance dormitory. Aoyama was sitting at one of the tables with Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka, serving hors d’oeuvres.

It made a great accompaniment to Yaoyorozu’s herbal tea.

Ojiro gathered what he would need in order to make you your gift. It was almost done, but it was missing a few key finishing touches.

Throughout the time you had spent with them, he had found himself growing more and more attached to you and given your past, he wanted to show you just how much you were welcome here.

Alright, maybe it was a little bit more than that. Maybe it was more along the lines of wanting to confess to you badly, but if he went in with that idea, he was sure he would get rejected. Not to mention, he lacked the courage.

He had roped in the assistance of Yaoyorozu and Hagakure. They were the only ones who knew of his feelings and his plan for your gift, but they roped in the rest of the girls to keep you distracted while he put his plan into motion.

He had been surprised when Hagakure suggested it to him, since he wasn’t able to get you anything from that day at the mall when you all went. You didn’t want anything but what once was bewildering gave him an idea for your next present.

He was the only one who hadn’t gotten you anything, desperately wanting it to be perfect before he gave it to you.

His lack of creativity was soon solved by one simple thing as his eyes fell on what you had discarded on his bed the day before.

While you were distracted by the girls upstairs, he got to work. Pushing up his sleeves alongside Sato and Koda, he started to prepare what he needed.

Meanwhile, you were having a blast.

Yaoyorozu was teaching you how to braid your own hair so it wouldn’t get in the way and so that your fluffy ears would be shown off and not hidden. You and Asui were talking about the upcoming week where they were going to get trained for the provisional licensing exam. Since you were so new, you wouldn’t be able to take it at the same time as everyone else but that didn’t deter you.

If anything, you were even more pumped to catch up to them.

Things had been rough. You had narrowly escaped a bad situation only for Ojiro to save you. Since then, things had started to snowball one after another, but in the best way possible. Aizawa had arranged a temporary agreement with Principal Nezu concerning your enrollment into UA which also enabled you to stay at the dorms.

But what once was supposed to be temporary solidified into a permanent situation as Aizawa adopted you and now you were hoping that they would let you stay.

Overtime, you had grown close to all of them. The paperwork had all been filled out but you were nervous if they would all really be okay with letting you join their ranks. You just had to ask your fellow classmates if they would accept you.

Orjio had been particularly nice to you, taking you under his wing and letting you explore your new surroundings with a safety net that he provided.

You gulped. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter and tail wag.

“Oooo, Y/N’s thinking about him again.” Ashido teased, sidling over to you from her closet to where you were sitting on the floor by the window.

“Huh?” You blinked, your fluffy ears twitching. “Who?”

Uraraka swatted your arm playfully, mischief gleaming in her eyes. “Oh come on!! You don’t expect us to fall for that again after all this time!! Who do you take us for?!”

You flushed, gaze dropping into your lap where your hands were folded neatly. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Trailing off with a nervous mumble, you fiddled with your tail as Yaoyorozu shot you an empathetic smile.

“It’s alright, Y/N-chan,” She reassured kindly. “You don’t have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“But Yao-Momo!!” Ashido pouted. “She was about to admit her feelings for him!!”

“No I wasn’t!!” You protested, then clapped a hand over your mouth but it was too late.

The damage had been done.

Squeals burst out all around you and you had the sudden urge to take refuge in your room, no longer wanting to be a part of this humiliating conversation.

“How long?!” Ashido shrieked in your ear, tugging on your arm, wanting to know the exact time it started.

“I don’t know!!” You cried out, burying your face in your hands, utterly embarrassed.

Uraraka and Hagakure let out a gasp at your indirect confession but squealed excitedly as realization finally hit them.

“You guys would be so cute together!!” Hagakure gushed.

Uraraka’s eyes crinkled up joyously. “Aww!! I can already picture them out on their first date!!”

“Guys, give her space to breathe.” Jirou said, rolling her eyes at her overexcited friends as she freed you from their grasp.

Yaoyorozu seconded that, even though she was equally as excited as her friends at this new information.

“I didn’t know you had feelings for Ojiro-san.” She lightly teased with a soft smile on her face, patting your back like an older sister would.

“I don’t!!” You denied but winced at the collective glare that was thrown your way. “... Maybe…”

Ashido sprang up to her feet. “She’s totally crushing on him!!”

You grabbed onto her arm to prevent her from leaving the room, finding Ojiro and outing your secret. “No I’m not!!”

“Are too!!”

“Am not!!”

“ARE TOO!!!!!”

“NO!!!!”

The both of you fell back on top of the bed, bouncing a couple of times on the mattress as the other girls forced the two of you to sit down.

Even Asui seemed on board.

“I think you would be able to make him very happy, kero.” She relayed, a finger resting on her chin. “He already thinks very highly of you.”

You couldn’t help but blush at that, wiggling around uncomfortably as your heartbeat echoed loudly in your ears.

“W-What…?”

Hagakure shoved your shoulder and you nearly toppled over, not expecting her to do that.

“Y/N!!” She chastised, wagging a finger at you. “You can’t be serious!! Haven’t you noticed it?!”

You were lost. “Noticed what??”

“Oh dear.” Yaoyorozu commented, gazing at you sympathetically.

“Someone tell her or else I’m going to explode!!!” Ashido shouted, throwing her hands up in the air.

You opened your mouth to ask just what was going on when the door suddenly opened and everybody fell silent.

Todoroki didn’t do or say anything. He simply inclined his head to the side and the girls who were so docile for a few seconds burst into action.

You weren’t sure exactly what happened but within the next minute, you were being shoved outside and hastily instructed to go downstairs in exactly five minutes while they all raced out, Ashido dragging a reluctant Todoroki along with them.

Since you left your phone back in Ojiro’s room and you didn’t want to be rude and barge in just to get it, you stayed outside in the hallway, counting the seconds that passed until five minutes had passed.

You lagged behind, not really sure what to expect. They had never acted like this around you before.

Maybe Aizawa had told them of your permanent stay at Heights Alliance and they were all against it.

But that didn’t make much sense since they went to such lengths to be so friendly and open with.

Shaking your head to clear the muddled thoughts, you continued on down the staircase until you reached the first floor.

When you arrived, it was dark. All the lights were turned off, which was strange because you vividly recalled Iida saying something about how important it was to keep the lights on 24/7 so that none of the students tripped or anything.

Mostly for your benefit since you tended to trip over air.

Claws sliding out, you narrowed your eyes, baring your canines threatening as you scanned for any signs of movement.

Putting into the play the training Aizawa had taught you, you crouched low to the ground, slinking along the abandoned corridor.

Adrenaline pumping through your veins, you crept around the corner, coming to halt just before the common room.

Here goes nothing.

You stepped out.

Then, several things happened at once.

You were blinded as the lights suddenly flashed on and you shrieked, jumping on the nearest person out of instinct.

“What the fuck, dumbass!!!” Bakugou raged as he caught you when you tunneled into him.

You squeaked frightfully, backpedaling until you were a sufficient distance away from the group of twenty now standing in front of you, clearly seeing them for the first time.

“I told you she would get scared!!” Jirou chastised, smacking the sheepish-looking pikachu on the head.

“I’m sorry, I thought it would be fine!!” Kaminari argued back, gripping his head in pain. “Ow!! That hurts!!”

“Serves you right!!” She snapped back.

You retracted your claws, reverting back to the adorable wolf that they all knew and loved now that you realized there wasn’t any threat. Your ears perked up and your lips curled into a smile of disbelief.

Beaming happily as Ashido smothered you in a hug, you blinked back tears as your eyes fell on the banner that said, “Welcome Home!!!”, in bright lettering above the entire class of 1-A.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. “You guys did all of this for me?”

Uraraka gestured to the pile of presents behind Shoji and Tokoyami.

“It was Ojiro-kun’s idea for the presents and Hagakure’s for a party.” She told you cheekily, pointing to the embarrassed boy hiding behind the counter to make himself appear smaller. “We just all pitched in to help.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this for me…” You said softly, in awe and vastly overwhelmed.

“You’re staying with us from now on.” Todoroki quipped plainly from the back row. “This was in order.”

Hagakure rushed over to you. “Do you like it?! Are you surprised?!”

You nodded and squeezed her tightly, thanking her before making your way over to Ojiro, who had yet to acknowledge you. At least, with words.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from you, completely under your spell as you padded over to him.

Blushing, you tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, then cursed yourself for doing something so embarrassing in front of your long-time crush.

“Mashirao?” You said curiously, noticing his arms were hidden behind his back.

Man, he was never going to get tired of hearing your sweet voice saying his name in such an intimate way.

Winding his tail around your waist, he tugged you closer until you fell into his chest. You shivered as you felt one of his arms snake around you, as if shielding you from the people who were crowding around you.

Your face burned and you were thankful it was hidden from all of your classmates as they ‘awwed’ at the two of you. Vaguely, you heard someone slyly note how cute the two of you were and you swore, feeling more self-conscious than ever.

You didn’t get a chance to wiggle out of his hold to smack Ashido on the head for her comment since Ojiro decided to give you what was behind his back.

It was a small, carefully wrapped gift box, not impressive on the outside by any means, but your eyes sparkled and your heart skipped a beat.

Seeing the expression on your face, his shoulders shook with laughter. Your eyes were shining in excitement at seeing his present as opposed to all the other ones that were much larger than his.

He strangely felt touched by it.

You placed it on the kitchen island, running your fingers over the velvet bow and pretty gift wrap. You almost didn’t want to ruin it.

“Oh come on,” Ashido squealed in frustration the longer you prolonged it and everyone else crowded around you. “Open it already!!”

You shot her a playful glare, taking your time despite the many groans that sounded around you as you carefully unwrapped the neatly decorated box. By the time you finally finished taking off all the wrapping paper, everyone, even Bakugou, was leaning forward in anticipation.

Taking off the lid so that it covered whatever was in the box from their prying eyes, even though there were several loud protests, your eyes widened as you saw what was nestled inside several layers of crinkled paper.

Reaching in eagerly, you pulled it out and held it up.

It was a lion plushie. A beautifully crafted, complete with whiskers and a fluffy mane, stuffed lion. And you already adored it.

There were some disappointed complaints that his present didn’t live up to the hype they were expected to believe, but Ojiro didn’t hear them, only having eyes for you. As they started to disperse throughout the living room, you couldn’t tear your gaze from the cute lion.

“I seem to recall someone getting ahold of the giraffe in my room.” Ojiro teased with a knowing smile. “You seemed to like to have something to hold onto at night, so I figured another stuffed animal couldn’t hurt, right?”

Your ears swiveled happily as you heard him say that and you couldn’t refrain from bouncing in place, tail swishing behind you.

“It was so long ago, I would’ve thought you had forgotten by now.” You beamed, smiling from ear to ear as you tested out its squishiness. “Where in the world did you get this?! It’s so plushy!!”

When he didn’t answer you right away, you paused your shower of adoration over the beloved lion, tilting your head curiously at Ojiro, who was now bright red and mumbling something under his breath.

“Huh?” You squeaked, unsure if you really heard him right.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, grinning at you sheepishly. “Well, it’s just— The stores didn’t really have any lions that looked cute enough when I took my sister to the mall and that’s when she suggested making one for you.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

“I remember you saying that you liked lions because… well, you said they reminded you of me so I really wanted to get you a lion.” Ojiro continued, not noticing your reaction, too caught up in his rambling.

You had told him one night after playing with his tail to calm you down after you had a nightmare and he hadn’t forgotten it since.

“Holly-chan helped me sew it, I got the materials from Aizawa-sensei and Shoji helped me attach the tail and the mane and everything else.” He told you, pointing out all of the features that were carefully crafted together with the utmost love.

Your heart skipped a beat.

He hesitated, now picking up on the fact that you had yet to say anything. “Is… Do you like it?”

You would’ve punched him for his obliviousness if it weren’t for the fact that you didn’t want to let your lion go in order to do so. “Are you kidding?! I love it!!”

Ojiro’s chest deflated as he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, thank All Might.”

“You could’ve done this in private, you know.” You lightly teased, brushing your fingers over the soft material in awe. “I’m sure it would’ve been less stressful for you.”

He made it for you. You’ve never had anyone buy anything for you for the longest time, let alone make something for you with their own two hands. The time and energy it must’ve taken, not to mention the thought he put into it.

That was it. You were going to explode with happiness.

“I was going to.” He said, shooting a look over your shoulder at a satisfied Shoji and a smug Tokoyami gazing at you from the sidelines while everyone else wrecked havoc on the common floor. “But everybody kind of wanted to see what it was. And your reaction.”

You giggled, hugging it tightly to your chest. “Thank you, I love it, Mashirao.”

He kissed your forehead, murmuring, “I’m really glad you do, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lip to stop your smile from getting too wide. It was too much. You felt like you were going to burst.

“Y/N?” Ojiro asked worriedly, cupping your chin and furrowed his eyebrows. “Your face is all red.”

“Dummy!!” You pouted, pushing him away and clutching the lion plushie tighter. “It’s your fault, you know!!”

He chuckled, patting your head. Your lashes fluttered shut at the stimulation, throaty growl emitting in approval at the affectionate gesture.

Ojiro’s gaze softened, brimming with love. He couldn’t believe how far you came from being that shy, wary girl back then.

You raised the stuffed animal up, tapping it on its nose. “Your name will be Koko!!”

Squeezing it tightly to your chest, you rocked back and forth on your heels, gazing at it with adoring eyes when you held it up.

Ojiro’s heart melted at seeing you so happy.

Your other friends insisted that you open their gifts next, nearly dragging you over the table. Everyone had given you something, even Bakugou.

You objected to their generosity, protesting that they spent too much on you already the first time around but it was like all of them went deaf and ignored your objections, shoving box after box in your hands.

Sato had made sure to have enough food on hand for moments exactly like these, when everybody got swept up in the energy of it all and were literally bouncing off the walls.

Somehow, somewhere, Aizawa was found and dragged out of his cave to join his students in the party. But he mostly was out of the way, watching from afar as you were handed gift after gift.

Aoyama had gotten ahold of a painted tea set that looked very fragile and it was paired with Yaoyorozu’s jasmine tea she had gifted you.

It took a couple of turns for you to realize that they had collaborated when giving you things.

Sato’s cookbook filled with a couple of his own added recipes he knew you loved went with the polished pots and pans Shoji gave you. Tokoyami and Asui’s were combined into a patterned quilt that everyone had pitched in to help with.

The two tickets you got for the autumn festival stumped you but that mystery was soon cleared up when Todoroki gave you what looked to be an extremely expensive, embroidered kimono.

“When you two finally go on a date.” He said monotonously, pointing a finger at Midoriya and Jirou. “They said that you two will have to confess first, though.”

Your jaw dropped and you and Ojiro both turned opposite ways, unable to look each other in the eye in case that claim wasn’t true.

You had to physically push Ashido and Hagakure away when they made kissing sounds at you, embarrassed beyond belief.

Ojiro had to fight to keep Shoji at bay but his friend was much stronger than him and the tailed teenager ended up losing his balance and careened into you.

You yelped as your face ended up right in front of his, a millimeter away. Breath catching in your throat, your heart stopped and he audibly gulped at your proximity.

Neither one of you moved.

It wasn’t until you shakily held up the tickets Kirishima had given you did he blink.

“Would…” You swallowed hard, gathering your courage. “Would you like to go with me?”

Ojiro didn’t even think of saying no.

A huge smile broke out on your face as he said yes and you covered your face with your hands as Uraraka and Ashido squealed, instantly hiding into Ojiro’s chest out of instinct.

He didn’t mind but the heat that was creeping up his neck turned into a full-fledged blush as he hugged you, keeping you close even after Shoji and Tokoyami sent him a pointed glance.

Mouthing for them to mind their own business, he held you until you collected yourself enough to face them. Even then, he kept you seated on his lap, running his fingers through your fluffy tail as you opened the rest of your gifts.

He knew you were going to cry by the end of the night, most likely when the two of you were alone, but he couldn’t help but agree with everything that his classmates had thought of for you.

You had been without love for so long that when you saw it, you didn’t know what to do. He would take every opportunity to show you how much you meant to him and how precious your life was.

After hours of playing video games, eating Sato’s delicious cooking and getting caught up in Kaminari’s schemes as he tried to push you and Ojiro together not-so-discreetly before Jirou bonked him on the head, you were so tired you felt like you could fall asleep standing up.

Aizawa had left a while ago, once Bakugou destroyed the TV remote, lacking the energy to deal with his students outside of the classroom.

You had run up to him, begging cutely for a hug and he hesitated but didn’t refuse you.

Everyone except for Ojiro’s jaws dropped as you called him dad so nonchalantly but they were even more shocked when Aizawa simply ruffled your hair and told you not to stay up too late.

You had made your way back into Ojiro’s arms as soon as the older man left his student to their craziness, and you tumbled onto an empty sofa with him cushioning your fall.

He smiled at you fondly, eyes softening as he swept the hair away from your eyes, his heart stopping as you nuzzled into his chest.

“Princess…” He murmured, tucking a lock behind your ear, as he had seen you do earlier. “Are you happy?”

A smile curled against his neck.

“Mmhm…” You hummed happily. “Thank you, Mashirao.”

For the rest of the night, you didn’t let go of the stuffed lion he gave you once, eventually falling asleep on the couch with your new present tucked safely in your arms.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you once as he used his tail to pull a blanket over the both of you.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

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taehyungsgrowl · 3 years

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"because i dropped Duncan's hand while dancing left him out there standing" because "Nate's hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room."

(Ooop I don't know if I can request two but I thought a combination between these two might sound angstyyy. Otherwise you can pick just one 💋 - 🧁

i started working on the paper rings prompt the other day but i wanted to write something angsty so started this one instead fkjsfk

and youre right - this combination is breaking my heart! ily and i hope youre doing well!

changed the prompts a tiiiiny bit to flow w the story but its the same concept idea rather than the direct quote!

duncan should've know - should've seen the shift in the way she looked at him long before this moment. his love for her was always his biggest blind spot.

the soft glow of the twinkling lights that hung above their heads illuminated her skin and made the sequins on her dress sparkle like the stars.

duncan had set in motion the most perfect night to ask her to be his forever.

after dinner at her favorite restaurant on the pier, they walked hand in hand along the boardwalk. he felt the cool summer breeze hit his skin and was thankful for it. the nerves were making him run hot. he shrugged his blazer off his shoulders and placed it over hers to help keep her warm, leaving him in his crisp white button down. still too hot, he undid the top few buttons and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows in a poor attempt to feel the air.

they stopped at the end of the, overlooking the vast ocean. the depths of it couldn't compare to the depth of duncan's feelings.

he reached forward and brushed her face with his knuckles, taking in exactly how she looked in the moonlight - burning that into his permanent memories.

"y/n," he grabbed both of her hands in his. he felt his stomach twist and he took in a long, deep breath. "i've never loved someone the way i love you. you make me so happy. you make me a better man," he choked up, but attempted to cover it up with a laugh.

y/n could feel her pulse pounding in her ears. even in the soft lighting she could see the wash of pink over duncans cheeks. she knew where this was going.

her stomach twisted in knots for a completely different reason than duncans.

she felt her life had become mistake after mistake; snowballing beyond her control.

and even yet - she wasn't sure if she regretted what might have been her biggest one.

"this is the last time," she panted against his open lips. his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer before trapping her lip between his teeth.

"that's what you said last time,"

she moaned feeling him press against her entrance.

she couldn't honestly and truthfully call nate a mistake - not when he was the one thing in her life that made her feel alive.

she loved duncan or at least she knew she was supposed to.

he was good to her; good for her.

at one point, he had been the one to make everything around her feel electric.

but as things got serious... as he began to love her, she started to feel like she didn't deserve that.

and maybe it was her self destructive tendencies to ruin a good thing that lead her into nate's arms, but it was the carnal desire and lack of feeling that kept her in them.

maybe nate's detachment mirrored her own so much she was drawn to it; maybe she used it as a distraction... a buffer... from allowing herself to be dug any deeper with duncan.

not even twenty-four hours had passed since her clothes were scattered on another man's floor with his hand in her hair and now she stood before the one who loved her - about to commit himself to her entirely... and she wanted to run away as far away as she could.

how could duncan really love her when he didn't know all of her?

duncan reached into his pocket and pulled out a gorgeous vintage ring. it had been in his family for generations; the marquis cut diamond was surrounded my smaller, but just as sparkly diamonds that sat perfectly symmetrical on a thin, solid gold band.

"will you do me the honor and make me the happiest man by marrying me? i promise to love you everyday past forever." he continued. she could almost hear his heart pounding in his chest, but maybe that was just the blood rushing to her own head.

he presented her with the ring, taking her hand in his to place it around her finger.

but she couldn't say yes.

not when she knew her problems would only bring duncan down.

not when she'd been doing the unthinkable to him.

she dropped his hand, shaking her head silently as tears streamed down her face. "i'm sorry," she managed to choke out before darting away.

as she sped down the pier, she recognized friends... family... his and hers... approaching. bottles of champagne and flowers becoming a blur as she ran faster - trying to get away from it all.

she left him standing there with all of his hopes and dreams.

a part of her wondered why he didn't run after her. maybe it was the shock. maybe he realized what she'd known the whole time - he deserved better.

she knew he'd find someone who would fix the glass she shattered.

with mascara running down her face, her finger hovered over nates number in her phone.

duncan was frozen. his whole world stopped in place the moment she dropped his hand.

suddenly his mom was standing in front of him, taking his face in her hands. he shook her off and kept his composure long enough to make everyone leave and give him some space.

he took a bottle of dom perignon from someone's hands before they left and sat down on the wooden platform, letting his feet dangle above the sea.

he took one long swig of champagne, feeling the bubbles pop on his tongue.

the rest of the night, he tortured himself, replaying every bit of their relationship wondering where he went wrong.

his mom stayed close enough to make sure he was safe. eventually she approached him again, taking the bottle away and leading him back to her car.

"guess i won't be needing this," he handed her the ring back as he stumbled into the backseat.

once in bed, he closed his eyes and saw the future he hoped for being licked away by flames in his dream.

i hope you like it babe!

taylor swift inspired prompts

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd angst #taylor swift prompt #champagne problems #cody fern #house of cards #hoc #nate #🧁 anon

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roguestarsailor · 3 years

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You know what since we’re still in quarantine and i have nothing else better to do, i need to obsess over ACOTAR. I don't like a court of frost and starlight. For the longest time I couldn't figure out why I didn't like it. I aggressively read the book in maybe a day and I closed it feeling frustrated and annoyed. My version had A Court of Silver Flames preview so that definitely contributed to my annoyance greatly.

It's because it felt too perfect. Everything that had happened -- after the entire war was fought and won, they just go back to their normal lives? Yes there were hiccups and yes there were still aspects that made every IC character feel like their problems aren’t solved yet...but it didnt feel right. yes i enjoyed the snowball fight between the bat boys, feyre + rhys sexy time, and those little comfort moments too, the slice of life type things and seeing feyre accomplishing her goals and how hopeful the future seems BUT its too fast. the good parts of the book did not offset the bad parts of it.

Feyre literally accomplished pretty much every single goal she made back in ACOMAF just like that?? within a span of what a few months? a year?? She really came back from an entire war -- probably the first war of many since she's immortal and just like that, after her 21st birthday: she gets a whole entire estate, wants to start poppin babies, opens her art studio and starts teaching kids and then acting like she can rule an entire court?? the timeline is sooo short esp since its been brought up over and over again how everyone is literally 500 years old and have a super “messy” history and their changes seems to come super dupe slowly. but feyre, who has only lived 0.000000002% of her fae life, is out here thriving just fine???

the war devastated thousands of illyrian soldiers where its changing the politics of the illyrains and the faes, all of whom feyre has responsibilities over too as high lady. the mortal queens are still at large who left the humans on prythian to die which is why feyre was willing to go to war in the first place! what about the rest of hybern and their land and residents?? they wanted to enslave humans for social and economical reasons! then what about integrating humans w deep hatred and fear with deeply prejudice fae??? there’s also spring and summer court who are literally in ruins. thats literally so much. so idk how feyre is just chillin???? she gonna let rhys do all the hard work???

like feyre sit down. u should not be having a baby. esp since it took u literally a 700 pages to heal from those 3 months UTM. ur telling me shes gonna whole heartedly bring in a newborn in a war devastated world, with civil unrest (illyrains, other courts), with the messiness of human and fae integration, with trauma u and rhys will have to continue to overcome esp after THIS war??? even helping ur sisters w their traumas??

this is a personal opinion on this subject (and maybe my thoughts will change on this later on; opened to other thoughts) but when i read the part about how that weaver/seamstress artist who made that dark quilt that feyre loved talked about how her mate of 300 years didn’t come back from the war and her biggest regret was that she didnt have a kid to remember him by i just thought ur kid isn’t some sort of memorabilia. don’t have a kid to keep the memory of ur mate alive; have a kid cuz u want a kid purely for the sake of having a kid. ur memories and photos and shit will keep their memory alive but its not having a kid. some primitive need to keep the genes alive maybe?? but the way it was phrased and then in turn how feyre was like oh i need a baby pronto cuz rhys might die in the next war and regret not having a kid with him didn’t sit right with me. also the other couple were together for +300 years and have a rich life together, while shes been with rhys for literally two years THATS NOTHING IN FAE YEARS. thats still the honeymoon phase and also ur problems arent even close to being over!!!

everyone was shitty to nesta. in ACOMAF, we saw how much the IC went through and still did all they could to help feyre. what made them not think nesta deserve the same welcome? nesta is mean as a defense but did no one try to figure out what would help (amren got close but shes so under developed)??? feyre knows nesta feels too much and yet she continued to be shitty. continued to flaunt her wealth, her status, her familiarity/borderline know-it-all attitude about fae/night court, her ~estate~. forcing nest to the solstice party when nesta was literally like i dont belong, im looking at everyone through a window type of thing; the fire cracking triggering her, etc. what kind of power play was that when she made nesta come to her estate, where nesta could SEE how ~homey~ and how suscessful feyre is and fully see all the lovely paintings of everyone feyre loves that explicitly exclude her to tell her to fuck off to a war camp?? bro???? cas was a dick too and elaine was rude. i think a lot of his actions were meant to make her angry since anger keeps u fighting (as was the method of rhys for feyre in ACOMAF) but what he said was stupidly shitty and i demand that he apologize properly. elaine could have done more to help her sister but whatever. mor was definitely an ass too (and im upset for how little her character growth is).

Lucein. that man can’t catch a break tbh. im happy that hes w the band of exiles cuz he is whole heartedly accepted there. feyre was definitely an asshole to him even tho he helped as much as he could throughout the books. he tries so hard w elaine as well and it did hit my heart a bit when she was like gloves to work in my garden?? no ?? i use my bare hands see oNly aZiReL sEeS mE fOr WhO i Am. and at the same feyre is like flaunting her mate status to lucein which is mean as shit. its like this man can’t find love in prythain. then tamlin sending him his box of his things??? thats for sure brutral. tam was literally his partner through it all; savior of sorts even. no love from IC, no love from elaine, no love from feyre, no love from tamlin, no love from autumn court rejected everywhere! also HIS TRUE FATHER?? HEllo???

then on tamlin. i pity the guy! was i suppose to feel that way??? it felt like he is allowed to get a redemption arc and maybe i’ll even root for a redemption arc??? i was absolutely excited for freysand in ACOMAF but after ACOFAS, im like tamlin is....not completely bad??? his relationship w feyre was bad and the controlling parts were very much a no-no. i dont truly understand the dynamics of an abusive relationship but i can understand that it can be insidious and its the little things that hurt the victim. and i felt feyre through ACOMAF and rooted for her to escape her abuser! but then it felt like i dont think he was doing any of those things out of malice. ill say tamlin is a bad leader and doesn’t know how to run a court outside of what he sees his father do. his understanding on everything is based on the traditions of the past which i think fueled most of the things he did i.e. not telling feyre she was in danger since maybe his mom didn’t do those war planning things. ACOTAR showed how he truly cared/loved and took good care of feyre and her family. he even talked about how he didn’t believe in the enslavement of humans! i think that tam wanted to preserve what he thought was the good (aka feyre + her love of painting) and get back a sense of control that he and his entire court lost while chained to amarantha. but at the same time, i think he truly thought feyre wasn’t safe. he knows rhys can crush minds and knows feyre can’t read/write so when he got that letter telling him shes safe of course hes gonna flip shit and made a deal w the devil (although those temper outbursts were DEFINITIVELY not ok!!!). he also didn’t listen and has sense of he knows best when feyre was not the type of person. but feyre destroyed his entire court. he lost all his sentries who literally went out to die for him during amarantha’s reign. he lost lucien too; his trusted right hand man. his people were cursed for 50 years and then continued to suffer UTM and was in the process of rebuilding too! but just seeing spring court, WHO BORDERS THE HUMANS, be in ruins where his subjects left him, his people left him and hes all alone in the manson?? that was sooo sad. so im like why does what feyre did not feel satisfactory????? im mad that it didn’t feel right??? maybe there wasn’t a point where feyre talked to tamlin -- like really talked to him esp w her new found voice and power, etc. anyways, i dont hate tamlin and was like oh shit i think feyre fucked up a bit there.

rhys is a dick to nesta. which made me think, if feyre wasn’t his mate would he extend the same love and care to her??? i loved how he tried so hard to make sure feyre was ok. made sure she wasn’t breaking! all of it! but for nesta, he had the audacity to use his high lord voice and be an ass overall. even tho he can see how cas is fucken in love??? even just how he talks to cass feels off too.

i’ll even go as far as to say because of how terrible ACOFAS was, it created this intense divide within the fandom. i remember reading the first three books and was absolutely 1) rooting for freysand 2) curious about the sister relationship and how it will be mended 3) i definitely didn’t hate nesta nor did i hate elaine either -- but i was adament about them talking it out with feyre for those tough times 4) saw a more realistic and charming healing arc 5) was rooting for feyre to be a stronger voice and grow into herself 6) love the dynamic of the inner circle + feyre

but after ACOFAS, I have this intense need to defend nesta and was super mad at how she was treated after the war and in turn a deep dislike for elaine for both her lack of agency, lack of grit that made all the other characters interesting, and lack of care for her sisters (who showed how much they would risk for her). i dont hate rhys but i was extremely not happy with him and his attitude and behavior. feyre became more arrogant and was acting like how asshole rhysand would act. like her life is perfect now and i was not rooting for her anymore. freysand didn’t feel like they have complimenting qualities that made them interesting in the first place but rather they are merging to become the same person but in a bad way. that mind reading thing was cute in the beginning but it became insufferable since all thoughts were shared so seamlessly it made reading feel weird.

anyways those are my thoughts on ACOFAS. it was a 1/5 stars for me and im mad those events transpired. reading the other books made me excited to know what was gonna happen and i was truly ready to accept the characters as flawed and nuanced as they are. im not mad about character not liking each other but i am mad that everything felt off. ACOFAS just felt regressive in some parts and forced in other parts. i know not everything ends in a nice tied up bow but this book single handily ruined what i thought about these characters in the worse way possible. this book wasn’t suppose to wrap up all the problems that exists in the other books but it didn’t feel hopeful like i thought it would. it didn’t feel wrapped up and didn’t feel like i should be excited about the next books. theres so many missing pieces i feel that i think need explaining and at the same time, i think it introduced too many problems at once which made it feel like its jumping around everywhere. although im still excited for ACOSF because i love nesta, and nesta deserves so much better and i want to have hope that this bad ending will either make sense later on or it was just a blimp.

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yaysof11037 · 3 years

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How do Neko and Mondo's groups react when the idiots finally get together? (and how proud of himself is Kokichi?)

Hi!! Oh they are all absolutely ECSTATIC! And you bet Kokichi is HELLA proud of himself! Mondo and Nekomaru pretty much have the same friend group, so I’ll be mainly focusing on their reactions to them denying any chemistry leading up to their first official date. (And Kokichi’s lol). I will also briefly mention everyone else’s reactions too! Thank you so much @artychaild for the ask! Hope you enjoy!

Idiots In Love

“Weeeeell… waddya say to your little elf helper, Bossman?”

“Fuck off.”

“Actually, it’s pronounced ‘thank you,’ but I’ll take it!”

Kokichi happily skipped away from Mondo, glancing back at the now bashful biker. Satisfied with another job well done, he returned to his locker, grabbed all his books, and headed to his first class where he would tell Kaito, Shuichi, Maki, Korekiyo, and everyone else in his class. Despite how annoyed most of his class was with him and his methods of problem solving, they were all excited to hear the news and started placing bets on who would be the first to confess. Kirumi was especially excited for Mondo and Nekomaru’s relationship to start and sent her group of friends a group text as to what has happened (excluding Mondo and Nekomaru of course).

Meanwhile, Taka, Leon, Akane, Hina, Sakura, Peko, and Fuyuhiko had all coincidentally checked their phones at the same time and were absolutely beaming! As they were spamming texts of excitement and questions of whether the boys were official or not, their teachers glared at them and sternly asked them to put their phones down (Taka was internally panicking, of course. He had never gotten in trouble like that before).

Hina and Sakura were the first ones to talk to Mondo about Nekomaru’s thoughtful gift, for they had 2nd period PE (Gym Class) with him. Mondo practically gushed about how much of a big ol sweetheart Nekomaru was, and how amazing of a person he was the entire time they did their warm up stretches. And as the class separated into groups of 3 to play basketball, Hina finally asked THE question after Mondo’s gushing.

“Soooo… when’s the first date?”

“Huh? Oh, uh… nah, it ain’t like that…”

“What?!”

Both Hina and Sakura expressed their shock to him the entire time they were shooting hoops, while Mondo calmly told them that they were “just friends” and that Nekomaru was way out of his league.

During 2nd period Literature (for half of Class 77), Akane, Peko, and Fuyuhiko kept nudging Nekomaru about how happy he made Mondo feel, to which he was happy to hear. As everyone else in the classroom took turns reading each paragraph from the book, Hamlet, Fuyuhiko eventually asked him about when they would make it official.

“Oh… um… I don’t really know about that… I think we’re just friends right now…”

“Ex-FUCKING-cuse me?!”

“Kuzuryu! That kind of language isn’t allowed in this classroom!”

“Gah! S-sorry sensei!”

The teacher just glared at him as he profusely apologized. Akane and Peko just looked at Nekomaru, shocked by what he said.

“Do you have any idea where we are in the story?”

“O-of course!”

“Alright then. Read from where we left off.”

“Okay…. Um…. A-alas! Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio—”

The entire classroom burst out in laughter as the teacher told him that they were well past that part. Then, she noticed Peko and Akane whispering to Nekomaru about how it didn’t make sense for he and Mondo to “just be friends.”

“Pekoyama! Read from where we left off!”

“W-what?!”

After they were all humiliated in Literature class, Akane and Hina complained to Taka and Leon in text about how Nekomaru and Mondo just saw each other as friends on their way to their 3rd Period class.

Mondo was immediately greeted by annoyed glares from Taka and Leon in their 3rd period Algebra class.

“Um… hey guys…”

“We need to talk.”

“Taka, if this is about the whole Byakuya thing, didn’t you just say you weren’t gonna yell at me bout that?!”

“No, it isn’t. Please, have a seat.”

Mondo was then met with a million questions from both the boys about how he only saw Nekomaru as a friend. Mondo rolled his eyes at his annoyed friends and tuned them out by putting his earphones in, annoying his friends even more.

Throughout 5th period Lunch, Taka, Leon, and Akane tried to subtly irk them into confessing to each other. But no matter how hard they tried, the boys just couldn’t get their hints! At this point, Taka questioned why he was friends with a couple of idiots.

These idiots were in love. And their friends KNEW they were in love, which only aggravated them more!

So throughout the ENTIRETY of Christmas Break, they tried their hardest to get them together. First, Kirumi invited the two boys to see the winter middle school play (which was perfect, since “Almost, Maine” was a collection of short romance stories in one play). They agree to go support their friend (they were planning on going anyway) and come to the Hope’s Peak Middle School Theater Building on the Friday night before break officially started, which was Opening Night. Kirumi’s plan was to get them to kiss each other during the romantic scenes. That plan had unfortunately failed, for every time she took a subtle glance at them as she was on stage, she saw no kissing. Even when she was offstage for a good while and had time to look at them more, there was still no kissing. Even when the entire cast and crew came out on stage to bow at the end…. Still. No. KISSING!

As Kirumi ranted to her friends about failing to get the two to kiss, they all decide that it was much too early for them to be in the kissing stage of their relationship. So the friends move on to Plan B. Taka and Leon’s plan. They both invited Nekomaru and Mondo to go on a double date with them to a cafe. They had gotten Fuyuhiko and Peko to secretly come so that they could spy on the two from afar in case Taka and Leon were away from them. Their plan was to get them to confess to each other if they saw a romantic relationship right in front of them. But throughout the whole date, even when Taka and Leon left the two alone for a while, there was no luck.

Their third attempt was Sakura and Hina’s idea. Rather than a double date, they decided to get the two to go on a blind date. Hina placed a note in Mondo’s mailbox while Sakura placed a note in Nekomaru’s mailbox. However, the plan immediately failed once the group receive texts from Mondo and Nekomaru talking about a strange note they got in the mail. Hina and Sakura made the unfortunate mistake of making the notes anonymous, for both the boys expressed discomfort about doing what the note said. They all went out to a restaurant as a group of friends instead that day.

Their final attempt was Fuyuhiko, Peko, and Akane’s idea. They all went out to the park that day, where there was plenty of snow. They were all just talking for a bit, then Fuyuhiko and Peko got up and challenged Mondo and Nekomaru to a snowball fight (or a “Couples Winter War” as Akane referred to it). Their plan was to create some sort of romantic chemistry between the two boys where they’d both get fired up with revenge if the other would be hit, hoping to get the boy who was still standing to loudly confess his love while furiously throwing snowballs. (It worked with Fuyuhiko and Peko, so surely it would work for Mondo and Nekomaru!). Instead, Mondo was not only hit by one of Peko’s snowballs, but he also stepped on a patch of ice and slipped, causing him to comically fall backwards and land on his backside. This sent Nekomaru into a laughing fit as he helped Mondo up, who was also dying of laughter. This frustrated Fuyuhiko as he launched another snowball, hitting Nekomaru. He didn’t seem to notice though, for he was still laughing along with Mondo.

By the time Christmas Break was over, the group of friends give up on egging the boys on and accepted the fact that their friends were complete idiots oblivious of their feelings for each other. That is, until the end of the school year where Mondo and Nekomaru (separately) finally told their friends that they have a crush on the other. They were so ecstatic to know that both sides had a thing for the other, but decided to take a step back from egging them on and let them confess to each other on their own terms. And you can BET that the friends have a little celebration at Akane’s house with a crap ton of food after Mondo asked Nekomaru out!

Word traveled fast around Classes 77, 78, and 79 and they all congratulated both the boys about their first official date. Some even started placing bets as to when they would have their first kiss!

Although, Kokichi likes to think that without his “help,” Mondo and Nekomaru probably would’ve never gotten together. And so, once he heard the news about Mondo and Nekomaru being official, he smiled to himself in satisfaction.

‘You did good, Ouma. You did good.’

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 3 years

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Could you please do Sarv x reader? (After your bit of writer’s block of course)

Sorry this took me a little bit to get around to, anon ;w; also sorry it’s more of a platonic oneshot than romantic but I hope you still like it

“Sarvente.”

No response...

“Sarvente!”

“Ah! I’m awake!” Sarvente sat up, looking around the room before her gaze landed on you. She sighed a bit in relief that it was only you.

“Well good morning to you too, Y/n. Did something happen?”

“Well, yeah! It snowed last night!”

“It did?” She looked over to the window, but the curtains were shut so she couldn’t really see outside.

“Yeah! Come on, get dressed so we can go outside!” She giggled a bit at your childish behavior, but got up out of bed.

“Alright, alright, I’m up. If you could go and have some breakfast made, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” You nodded and walked out of her room and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you. When you walked into the kitchen, you saw Ruv sitting at the small table, drinking what you could guess was a cup of coffee.

“Oh, hello Ruv!”

“...mornin’.” Was all that he said. You didn’t mind it too much, since you knew he wasn’t much of a morning person. You grabbed a couple things from the pantry to make (pancakes/waffles/french toast).

“Do you want anything, Ruv?” You glanced back as you set everything on the counter by the stove. He was quiet for a few moments before he shrugged. You’ll make him one just in case.

~small timeskip to after breakfast~

You were currently getting your winter jacket on, as well as a few other things to keep yourself from getting too cold. Once you were ready, you walked out of your room and stood by the door, waiting for Sarvente.

“Oh, you’re waiting on me, Y/n?” You looked over to see Sarvente and Ruv walking to you.

“Are you coming outside with us, Ruv?” He just shook his head.

“...Nah. Got other plans.”

“Oh, alright. Let’s go, Sarv!” You grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the church. Ruv just shook his head as he watched you two leave. Once outside, you let go of Sarv’s hand and walked out a little bit before you grabbed a handful of snow, now rolling it up to form a bigger ball of snow.

“What are you doing, Y/n?”

“Trying to make a snowman! Want to help?” She giggled a bit and nodded, walking over to you. With both of you now working on getting snow compacted into three different sized spheres, you got them stacked up from biggest to smallest.

“There! Now all he needs is arms and a face.” You took some buttons you had in your pocket and stuck them on the smaller ball of snow, giving the snowman a face. Sarvente grabbed a couple nearby sticks and gave him arms.

“Now he’s finished!” You both stepped back and admired your work... which didn’t last very long as you yelped in surprise when you felt something cold against your back. You looked over to see Sarvente trying, and failing to hold back her laughter.

“Sorry, Y/n, I couldn’t help myself!” She laughed a bit. You suddenly grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at her, which hit her shoulder. She stopped laughing and the two of you looked at each other.

“Oh, it is on!” You both grabbed several handfuls of snow and threw them at each other, laughing a bit as you were now engaged in a snowball fight. This kept going for about an hour, until you ended up building a bit of a fort/wall. You would hide and throw snowballs, until you noticed Sarvente was gone.

“Where’d she go..?” You hesitantly stepped out of your little fort, looking around a few moments. You were about to head back in, until you felt a decent amount of snow fall on you.

“I got you, Y/n!”

“Yeah, I guess you did.” You smiled faintly and lie down in the snow. Sarvente went to you and looked down at you. You chuckled a bit as you moved your arms and legs, making a snow angel. You sat up and looked down at your snow angel. You shivered a bit from the cold and stood up.

“Ready to go back inside?” You nodded.

“Alright, let’s go.” You followed Sarvente back inside, you both taking off your winter jackets and boots and set them by the door to dry. You both went into the kitchen and talked as she made a cup of hot chocolate for the two of you. You sat down at the table, keeping the cup by your hands to warm them up.

“Thanks for going outside in the snow with me, Sarv.”

“It’s no problem, Y/n. I had fun today. We should do that again sometime.”

“Agreed.”

#friday night funkin #fnf #sfw #anonymous #mid fight masses #fnf mid fight masses #sarvente #fnf sarvente #sarvente/reader #sarvente x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff oneshot #fluff #oneshot #x reader oneshot

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pindaleng · 3 years

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Merry Pitchmas @anotherbechloeshipper !!

Had so much fun writing this one, hope you enjoy it :)

Title: In From the Snow

Pairing: Bechloe

Chapters: 1/1

Wordcount: 2943

Summary: Beca didn’t anticipate making many friends her freshman year, much less become best friends with one Chloe Beale. When a snow storm ruins both their plans to travel home, they get to spend some quality time together. Beca thinks this might be her best chance to tell the other girl how she feels.

Read on AO3 or below.

Beca stared gloomily at the large flakes falling outside her dorm window.

There was no way her old Camry would be able drive more than ten miles an hour in these conditions. The forecast said “heavy snow”, but she didn’t realize it’d be this bad.

She totally would have left a few days earlier if she didn’t have a final scheduled for the absolute last day of the semester. It’s not like she was super excited about heading back home either, but she knew her dad and step mom would give her shit for it.

She sighed. Might as well text them now to rip off that band-aid.

Shortly after she sent the message, she heard a knock on her opened door.

“Hey, you’re still here!”

In the doorway stood Chloe Beale, undoubtedly the coolest person on their dorm floor. Beca (to her surprise) got along with most of the people on her floor, but something about Chloe specifically drew her in.

Admittedly, she found the other girl annoying at first, as she seemed like the high school girls that were fake nice just to talk about you behind your back. She soon learned, though, that Chloe was the real deal.

But not of course before giving her a hard time for a couple of months. Frustratingly, but thankfully, Chloe was incredibly persistent. Beca hadn’t really expected to make so many friends, intending to keep her head down and make her way through, but everyone grew on her. Especially Chloe.

“Yeah, unfortunately still here.” Beca replied. “Wanted to drive out today but doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen.”

Chloe invited herself in and hopped onto Beca’s bed. She hummed in understanding. “I just got back from the store and driving was for sure a struggle. Definitely would not recommend.”

“Great. You’re staying here too, then?”

“Yep! Which means you get to spend time with little ol’ me.” She propped her head on her hands. “Any plans for the day?”

There wasn’t really a Plan B since she didn’t expect her driving-back-home Plan A to not work out. “Not really, probably just gonna work on some mixes.”

“Can I join?”

“Yes, please make it a little less sad that I’m stuck here on Christmas Eve.”

“Sweet, I’ll be back.” Chloe slid off the bed and make her way out the room. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

Beca just rolled her eyes and started setting up her laptop.

Chloe came back moments later with her sketchbook and colored pencils, and settled on Beca’s roommate’s bed. Both of them were friends with Stacie, so they knew she wouldn’t mind her bed being used.

They passed time peacefully like this for a couple of hours, each doing their separate thing.

Beca was so engrossed in her music that she doesn’t notice Chloe call out her name until the other girl waved at her to get her attention.

She slipped off her headphones. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking about getting some food soon. You in?”

The hunger hit her stomach now that food was mentioned. “Yeah, I could eat. Where at?” Though the dorms stayed open, dining halls were closed. There were plenty of places nearby though, and many of whom delivered. They went back and forth suggesting restaurants until Chloe looked like she had an epiphany. “We should go to that new ramen place!”

Beca’s immediate reaction was to pout, as they didn’t deliver. Chloe laughed.

“Oh come on, it’s a five minute walk, max. You big baby.” Chloe playfully poked her cheek. “Plus it’s super pretty outside.”

“And it’s super warm inside.”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “I’m going with or without you.”

The ultimatum was effective. Beca grumbled but put her coat on anyways. The reluctance was really just all show, as she would probably walk naked into a freezing lake for the other girl.

Snow was steadily falling outside, blanketing all the surfaces in a thick layer of white. Campus was quiet, as most of the students had already left for the holidays. It was both eerie and calming. The absence of drunk frat guys yelling, though, was definitely a plus.

“Okay I admit, it is pretty outside.” But you’re prettier. The automatic thought was so cheesy she almost threw up a bit in her mouth. Since when did she think such gross things? She could practically see Stacie smirking annoyingly at her.

Chloe grinned in victory, and Beca’s heart swooped.

Her brain definitely wasn’t lying though: Chloe was undoubtedly beautiful. The snowflakes in Chloe’s hair contrasted perfectly with the red color, making her look like some sort of magazine model. It felt kind of unfair that she could exist like that and not know what she was doing to poor Beca’s soul.

—

When the waitress asked if they needed one or two checks, Chloe replied “just one” before Beca could get a word in.

As the waitress walked away, Beca sent a questioning look to the redhead.

Chloe shrugged, “It’s easier for them to just run a single card.” Beca offered to pay her back, but she insisted it to be a holiday present. If Beca didn’t know better, she would have swore it was a date.

They were on their way back to the dorms when Beca felt something hit the back of her head.

She whipped around. “Hey!”

Chloe was already packing another snowball, clearly out for blood. She quickly launched that one too, which Beca barely managed to sidestep. She bent down to create her own snow projectile.

Chloe began to run away to get out of range, so Beca went to chase her. Unfortunately, Beca slipped on the snow and fell. Chloe was immediately at her side. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

The snow cushioned her fall pretty well, but Beca didn’t want to give that away just yet. She faked a grimace. “I think I broke my leg.”

“Oh shit.” Chloe furrowed her eyebrows in worry. “I’m so sorry I-“

Beca felt too bad that she immediately stopped her. “I’m joking, I’m actually fine.”

It took a moment to register, and then Chloe slapped her on the arm. “You scared me!”

Beca rubbed the spot where she was hit. “Ok now I actually have to go to the hospital.”

Chloe just slapped her arm again, before offering a hand to pull her up. Beca took it but didn’t get up. Chloe looked confused as Beca smirked, and then pulled the other girl down into the snow with her. She fell on her face in the fresh snow with a satisfying poof.

“Oh my god, you asshole.” Chloe laughed after pulling her face up, and shoved at the other girl, who was still laying in the snow.

“Chlo you have a beard.” Beca was practically wheezing at the sight of Chloe having snow stuck all over her face. “Still hot though.”

Chloe modeled it, striking poses and getting up to walk down an imaginary runway, while Beca yelled after her, hyping her up.

They messed around in the snow for a while longer, then took the long way back. Beca considered complaining about the cold and wet seeping in, but Chloe just looked so happy. Plus, it really was nice outside. Walking with Chloe in the peace of campus was a moment Beca wanted to keep tucked in her pocket forever.

—

After getting back, they went to take showers (separately) to warm themselves up, deciding to reconvene later in Chloe’s room. Beca sat on her bed with her hair in a towel, scrolling through her phone. She opened a message from Stacie, who was definitely one of her best friends in college so far. She flew out a couple of days ago and told Beca not to “get too freaky” while she was gone. Beca practically shoved her out the door.

Stacie [6:31 pm]: You make it home?

Beca [7:13 pm]: No, stuck here. Stupid snow.

A reply immediately came in.

Stacie [7:13 pm]: Ugh that sucks, are you by yourself then?

Beca hesitated on what exactly to say, knowing Stacie would immediately make fun of her for the truth.

Beca [7:15 pm]: Not exactly…..Chloe is also still here

Stacie [7:16 pm]: !!!!!!!!!!

Stacie [7:16 pm]: BECA

Stacie [7:16 pm]: THIS IS YOUR CHANCE

Beca [7:17 pm]: Dude she doesn’t like me

Stacie [7:18 pm]: Do NOT bother coming back to campus if you don’t shoot your shot right now

Stacie [7:19 pm]: Joking but also not

Stacie [7:19 pm]: She hangs out w you all the time. She actually listens to your music recs. Plz do something.

Stacie [7:20 pm]: Ok talk later family is calling for dinner, good luck!!!!!

Beca [7:21 pm]: ??? I’m going to ignore that you basically implied not listening to any of the music I’ve suggested

She fell back onto her bed. She wanted to make a move, and she did feel like there could be something between them. However, each time Chloe was nice to someone else, she got psyched out believing that Chloe was always just being platonically nice to her. No flirting involved.

With each passing day, though, it became harder to deny she wanted her. And how badly she did. She caught herself staring a bit too long, and hung endlessly on the small touches Chloe would always do. A brush of the finger here, and a hair tucked behind an ear there. Beca thought some days she might explode.

She texted Chloe to ask if she was ready yet.

Chloe [7:25 pm]: Sorry got distracted!! Hopping in the shower now.

With the extra time, Beca decided to finish the mix she was working on earlier that day. There was something off about it that she couldn’t quite figure out, but coming back to it now, she figured out what it was missing. She listened to it a few times to make sure she was really happy with it before mastering it.

A text came in from Chloe, letting her know she could come over whenever.

Beca quickly added the song to a USB which already contained many music files, then placed the drive into a small pink, cardboard box she got from Stacie. The box originally held a necklace, which made it the perfect size for her gift.

She stashed it in her sweater pocket then made her way to Chloe’s room in the other wing of the floor.

It was still relatively early in the night, so Chloe suggested a movie. Beca wasn’t one for movies usually, but it wasn’t like she had any better ideas.

They cuddled together on the small dorm bed in Chloe’s den of pillows, with the laptop in front of them. The movie was actually pretty good, despite all the bad decisions the main character kept making, and the fact that Beca missed half the plot due to glancing at Chloe instead, and being nervous about how close they were.

“Thoughts?” Chloe turned down the volume as the credits began to roll.

“I think she should have gone with the second guy.”

“Really? I thought he was kind of iffy.”

They proceeded have a lively discussion about the movie, with Beca continuing to argue mostly to mess with Chloe, who seemed quite adamant about the main character’s end choice of romantic partner. It ended with Chloe tickling her until Beca finally admitted her defeat.

“Okay, close your eyes.”

Beca looked at Chloe warily, still catching her breath from the tickling attack. “Um, why?”

“Just do it.”

She sighed but did as she was told.

“No peeking!”

Her index finger drew a cross above her heart, signaling her promise to not look.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

In front of her was a piece of paper carefully rolled into a tube and bound with a red bow. Beca picked it up, gingerly untying the ribbon, unraveling her gift. Her jaw dropped.

“Chloe…”

In her hands was a pencil sketch of her with headphones on, smiling and almost on the verge of laughing. Honestly, she never thought about what she looked like while she was happy. The image of herself in her mind was always some version of broody. Is this how Chloe saw her? Beca wasn’t one to usually cry, but she might have teared up a bit.

“This is…incredible.”

Chloe looked kind of nervous. The same way that Beca was protective of showing others her music, Chloe was hesitant to show much of her art. “You like it?”

“Dude I love it. Seriously.” That reassurance seemed to put Chloe at ease. “Okay, your turn to close your eyes.”

Chloe did it without hesitation, and also held out her hands. Beca shook her head a bit in amusement and placed the small box into her palm.

“Okay, open.”

She opened her eyes and lifted the lid of the box to find a black USB drive, with a piece of tape on the side simply labeled “For Chloe”.

Her smile widened as she realized what her present was. “Do I get to finally listen to your music?”

“Maybe.”

“It means a lot, Beca. Thank you.”

“Um yeah, no problem. Don’t tell me if you end up thinking it’s bad.” She joked.

“Oh please, you’re going to have to block me with how many good things I’ll say.”

“Don’t tempt me, I might delete your contact right now.”

Chloe laughed. “Oh please, like you could last a day without me. Also, I actually have another present for you.” She scotched a bit closer to Beca.

“Oh,” Beca furrowed her eyebrows. “Well, I don’t have anything el-“

She was swiftly cut off as Chloe kissed her, soft and sweet. So polite and unassuming it almost felt platonic.

But god did it give Beca butterflies.

Chloe pulled away so quickly that Beca wasn’t sure it even happened. Like maybe she just daydreamed too hard and manifested a hallucination.

She must have had a deer in the headlights look because Chloe suddenly got super shy. “Was that okay?” She whispered, face still close.

Beca finally came to her senses. “Yeah, totally. More than okay. Amazing really.” She must look like a blushing mess.

The corner of Chloe’s mouth quirked up in amusement and relief. “Yeah?”

“Still could be better, though.” Good work Beca, make a joke to regain some semblance of having her shit together.

“Oh?” She watched Chloe lick her lips, a mesmerizing motion. The shyness was all but gone, replaced by something much more confident, and destined to ruin Beca’s life. And she knew she’d welcome it with open arms.

—

Beca woke up in the morning to the light touch of fingers trailing along her jaw. She smiled, remembering where she was, and more importantly, who was besides her. She probably had the best night of sleep in her life. “Can’t keep your hands off of me, Beale?” She asked, keeping her eyes closed.

“Are you going to try and stop me?” Chloe whispered. Her raspy morning voice was really so damn attractive.

She opened one eye, smiling. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good.” Chloe leaned in for a long kiss, the hand on her face pulling Beca closer. Her breath hitched. She didn’t think she could ever get used to this. Kissing Chloe Beale. Touching her.

She pulled away all too soon, just as Beca began to want her even more. Beca was quickly learning how much of a tease Chloe was.

“i’m going to get ready, and then maybe we can go get breakfast somewhere?”

“Or…we can stay in bed all day.”

Chloe giggled, and Beca almost professed her love. “Becs, both of us gotta head home.”

“Do we though?”

Chloe just smiled as she slipped out of bed and grabbed her toothbrush and face towel. Before she was completely out the door, she gave her butt a little shake, as if she could tell Beca was staring at her clad in a large t-shirt and sleep shorts. Beca was sure Chloe was smirking as she did it.

As soon as she was out of sight, Beca grabbed her phone from the desk. A text from her dad and a couple from Stacie. She opened the messages from the latter.

Stacie [11:13 pm]: How’d it go?

Stacie [11:30 pm]: I’m assuming the silence is a good thing and ur just too busy making out with Chloe to reply ;)

Beca typed out a quick message.

Beca [9:30 am]: So…..

Stacie [9:30 am]: THIS BETTER BE GOOD NEWS

Beca [9:31 am]: How do you keep replying so quickly??

Stacie [9:31 am]: How about you stop avoiding

Beca thought of the million different things she could say, but opted for simplicity.

Beca [9:32 am]: :)

Stacie [9:33 am]: Is that good

Stacie [9:33 am]: Beca is that good

Stacie [9:34 am]: ?????

She set her phone down, feeling giddy. It might have been a bit cruel to leave Stacie hanging, but she’d get over it. She’d get the full story eventually, but right now, Beca wanted to keep as much of this thing with Chloe to herself as possible. Definitely not like a shameful secret, though.

Something about telling someone about it, however vaguely, made last night and this morning seem actually real. She had this feeling deep in her chest that this was the start of something incredible, which made her both excited and a bit scared. Ok a lot scared. Terrified even.

It sucked that they’d have be apart right as they were starting something. Winter break couldn’t be over soon enough.

#bechloe #merry pitchmas 2020 #pitchmas 2020 #pitch perfect #beca mitchell #chloe beale #stacie conrad #college AU #snowed in #fic #anotherbechloeshipper

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neonponders · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @lazybakerart 💗💋

I’ve got two big writing projects on my plate this week lol but one thing I’m kind of indulging is a break-up/getting back together fic that I actually started in this post, but I’ll share what I have so far underneath the cut ~

(and excuse me while I overshare, because I’m still stupidly proud of this The Mummy_au post that I made if anyone wants a taste of that)

Tagging (if you want) ✨ @ghostofjellyfishforgotten , ✨ @smashmouth-hargrove , and ✨ @withoneheadlight

(also just a heads up for the wip below: it’s once again me exploring my own asexuality through Steve, but I don’t know how far I’m going to go into it. Still, that might be a content warning people may need if they’re sex-repulsed 🌹)

Ch. 1

Sex with Billy was fine. Good, even.

When they finally moved past every look and touch being a threat veiled in a tease, Steve enjoyed looking at Billy. He enjoyed looking at Billy and discovering those California eyes already on him. He liked Billy’s hands. The man had beautiful hands; strong, thick fingers but...somehow elegant.

He liked Billy’s body, even though he sometimes worried that the guy seemed determined to break it ten different ways. Cigarettes, alcohol, excessive working out, and sometimes all at the same time.

Sex didn’t always mean Steve got to cum. Usually he didn’t, actually. But he enjoyed Billy’s kisses on his neck, and the taste of his tongue, and - admittedly - he loved just having all of Billy’s attention enraptured on him. Steve didn’t mind taking his dick inside because once he got used to it, that felt surprisingly good. When he managed the pleasurable sparks and sensational tingles that mounted into something explosive, he understood why sex was great. But for the more frequent, calm nights, he’d come to think of it as a weird yet pleasant massage.

So he took it. Because it was easier on his hands and knees, for one, and because Billy had a control complex. And Steve could hide his lack of enthusiasm.

Not to say that Billy was selfish or careless. Far from it, Billy Hargrove was an incredibly doting lover. Big surprise, there. Considering how the guy

Well

Existed.

Steve couldn’t really blame Billy for never noticing that he could go a long time without sex. Because Steve liked resting his hand on Billy’s chest while they watched a show or movie. It didn’t matter how much bare skin he had access to. In fact, the more coverage, the better. A clothed body is better to cuddle with than skin that can get sticky or irritated.

Steve liked kissing. He’d always liked kissing. Kissing was the reason he’d assumed he was like everyone else: the desire to kiss, crushes and girlfriends, masturbating, even the giddiness of sex with someone new.

But something fizzled out very quickly in Steve’s brain. Once hands and intent started moving beneath clothing, Steve just...didn’t want it. Suddenly a lot of things popped into his brain that he’d rather be doing. But he persevered because he loved Nancy, and her blooming sexual prowess and bravery was sexy.

Fun.

Billy was a whole big bag of new with an edge of scary that turned out to be more endearing than Steve thought possible. So it was easy to go like that for a while.

Normal.

Eventually he had to admit to himself that he didn’t like taking showers at 1am because he didn’t enjoy being covered in his own, and Billy’s, sweat. He didn’t like feeling the drips on his skin or the tackiness of too many skin oils on his hands.

He hated admitting to himself that he felt relief whenever Billy went out of town for work. He missed Billy, of course, but a lot of things had begun to snowball together in Steve’s life: changing jobs, managing bank accounts and savings, and there were a lot of truths Steve was facing outside of his relationship.

He was tired. Damn tired. He spent many days off wondering if people in their twenties feel this tired all the time or if it was just him. It must just be him. Because Steve sees Robin just as much as he doesn’t. She’s got goals.

And Billy

Billy has big dreams. He’s ready to work damn hard and already is. That’s why he uses his hefty gas money funds, to travel around. Scout the areas. Steve even drove him to the airport once, so Billy could really gain some distance over the weekend. Expand his network.

As if the universe knew, some bigwig passing through Hawkins on their way to Chicago ran right into Billy. A bigwig looking for a handsome, charismatic, young guy to mentor. It really couldn’t be more perfect than divine intervention. They’re Billy’s inlet to the business. Modeling, acting, freaking UNICEF ambassadorial work if he wants to feel extra important. If he gets big enough to have his face mean something around the world.

Within one conversation, he’s got a business card, and an appointment in a Chicago skyscraper next week to take measurements and do a rudimentary photo shoot. The manager warns him that it’s the agency getting to know him, but like any job interview, it’s his chance to interview them right back. Billy likes that a lot—feeling like he has a stake in something instead of just being a corporate pawn. And maybe he eats right out of the manager’s hand, but it’s still a shot. And he’s taking it.

He immediately goes to Steve’s work, fired up from seeing a future for the first time like he finally got the right prescription glasses. The only caveat is that Billy has to move out of Hawkins, which isn’t even a flaw, really. It’s as close to perfect as life’s ever been for him.

Steve can only listen quietly as he sits at the table in the break room. Because Billy’s got big dreams that are already coming true. Every detail of his enflamed speech is given over pacing feet; he can’t even bother to sit at the table. Billy’s got so much energy he’s already mentally and emotionally out the door.

Steve…isn’t. His mental health has been on a downward slope since before they graduated, and it won’t allow him to reach anywhere. He doesn’t have any dreams to steer him in any direction anyways.

Billy’s rant begins to wind down about what he wants to do; his fire about his dreams and his motivation simmers down to an even boil. Steve’s impressed and already proud of the person Billy will become, but Steve can also hear Billy’s frustration with him and their relationship.

For not keeping up.

Steve’s…kind of never been able to keep up. In bed or in life.

And perhaps the saddest part is that Steve doesn’t even have it in him to fight for it. For them. He doesn’t feel worthy enough to hold Billy back. So he doesn’t.

Billy snaps a little, “Why aren’t you saying anything? I’ve been talking about this for the last two years! Steve?”

He’d gotten distracted by looking at his backpack hanging on the wall. Steve’s throat hurt. Two years? God, it’s really been two years already…

He pinched his fingertips over the table as he began, “Billy, I support you. I know you can get there—wherever it is you want to be. I’m not going to tell you to stop or slow down. You’re going somewhere. But I’m…”

He took a breath to finally say it. “Not. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I don’t think I have the energy to figure it out any time soon. You should go.”

Steve can see the disappointment sinking through Billy’s features. And the anger that he’s so used to throwing up as a shield. Billy has so much energy coursing through him as it is, Steve can’t blame him for swinging right into the direction of livid.

The real surprise comes from how soft he speaks. No yelling. No hitting the table. No wrenching Steve up by his green uniform vest. They were long past those outbursts. Which…really just confirmed Steve’s decision. Billy had come a long way. He could go so much further.

“That’s what you have to say? Just like that…you’re really giving up on us?”

Steve knows he’s gaping like a stupid fish. But it isn’t just like that, is it? Billy’s been revving his engines to get the hell out of Hawkins ever since he got here in the first place. Steve tries to say as much, but Billy cuts him off.

“I thought you’d be excited for this. You should be hauling me out of here to pack my bags.”

Steve tries to offer a small smile, but his voice betrays him. “I thought I kind of am? I didn’t take you for the long distance type.”

It’s not the response Billy wants. That should make Steve feel better than it does; the blatant display that Billy wants more of Steve. His excitement, his attention, maybe his companionship…

Steve doesn’t know what he wants—or rather, he does. That’s the issue. Billy’s wants and Billy’s problems can all be resolved by leaving one critical piece behind.

Steve.

Some more things are said, but Steve doesn’t do well on the spot. Especially when the limelight is Billy. Steve fails the tests and he fails the interview. Billy storms out, leaving Steve at the table, pinching his fingertips white before he unconsciously glances at his backpack again.

The backpack full of apartment lease papers. The papers Steve’s already signed because even with his insecurities, the mornings he woke up to discover Billy spooning him after having returned in the middle of the night were his best days. Because Billy’s silly insistence on hand poured coffee was his favorite drink. Because Billy was funny and weird like an artist and loony like a nerd with his video games, and Steve knew—or at least hoped that—Billy loved him the day he started holding his hand while driving that stupid, loud, beloved Camaro—

Because Steve’s heart was a magnet. It stayed where it landed and tugged back even when pulled away.

All he’d needed was Billy’s autograph to be given the keys. Keys to the rest of their lives, if Billy wasn’t already so far away.

Ch. 2

Robin gripped Steve’s arm, hard. A gargled sound escaped him as he grimaced and tried to pry her hand off. Her other hand pointed at one of the catalogues on the store’s many counters. When he invited her with him to pick out glasses, he hadn’t expected to walk out of the freaking optometrist’s office with bruises…

Nor had he thought he’d see a familiar face in the catalogue. Plenty of models were looking editorial chic, advertising that anyone could look as good in whatever glasses they chose.

Except Billy really did look good. The picture was just a vague image outside, the camera focused on Billy’s three-quarter profile gazing off past the photographer.

“I didn’t expect him to actually be working this fast,” Robin admitted. “It’s been…what? Seven months, give or take? I thought casting calls for models were competitive.”

“Not if you look like Billy,” Steve huffed with a quiet mixture of humor, sadness, and just a sprinkle of spite. A sprinkle of jealousy, if he was being honest with himself. The self-help book tucked under the covers of his bed talked about honesty. So he admitted honestly, “He looks that good and knows how to stand out in a room…good for him.”

He could see in his periphery Robin looking up and scrutinizing him. “Really?”

Steve shrugged with a nod. “Yeah. What’s the other option? Him struggling for work?”

Robin sighed and plucked a display set of glasses at random to try on and occupy herself. “That’s big of you, but everyone wants something cathartic. It’s annoyingly impressive that he landed the front cover of a magazine in less than a year.”

Steve opened the catalogue to give them both a reprieve. “You wanna get food after this? Take your mind off the audition?”

For all the good being a band geek did, Robin had experienced her own humbling experiences over the last few months. Like failed auditions to be in city orchestras. She and Steve were feeling very stuck in Kansas while Billy gallivanted around Oz.

• • • • • • •

The plot gets messy because years will actually go by, and Steve and Robin get married so that they can share insurance benefits (and be safe in their bi/lesbian open relationship, buy a house together, etc. It’s the life/happiness security Steve wants but obviously there aren’t any romantic feelings).

Of course this is when Billy happens to reenter Steve’s life. He’s got some hot-shot model he’s been seeing, and apparently Steve is married so there’s the added dash and twist of ~ cheating ~

I’ve been in some kind of mood, all right.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading lol.

#harringrove #wip wednesday #this is a long one i'm sorry lol #also do check out the mummy au linked above for a much happier wip lol #neonponders #lazybakerart #the art of steve in a blindfold can also be considered a wip?#i'll reblog it for everyone haha #ficlet #break-up/getting back together

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thewritewolf · 3 years

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Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

Summary: Adrien and Marinette just finished their school project, but it looks like Adrien will have to stay over longer thanks to a blizzard. With a whole lot of extra time on their hands (not to mention a whole lot of snow), the two of them are in for a snow day they'll never forget.

Hello and welcome to the second of a handful of secret santa fics that I've written for the season! This one is for @gryffindorcls, one of my friends from multiple discords and zines, and a very talented writer herself! She asked for pure adrienette fluff and I aim to please!

Enjoy!

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“And…” Adrien’s eyes swiftly moved over the last few slides of their presentation. A smile grew as he reached the end. “Looks like that’s it!”

“Y-yeah,” Marinette replied. “We finished the whole thing.”

She tried not to let either her disappointment or her relief show. Having Adrien over for the last hour had been both the most wonderful and the most stressful thing she’d gone through all week. Adrien! In her room, sitting in one of her chairs! Working on a school project with her! It had done more to get her poor heart racing than the last two akuma battles that week.

Maybe it was for the best that he’d be leaving soon. At least then she could melt into a puddle all by herself, without anyone around to judge her.

Marinette poked a thumb towards the trapdoor.

“Head downstairs, want to?” Marinette screamed on the inside, but Adrien didn’t seem to mind.

“Sure! We can hang out for a little while until the gorilla picks me up.”

Breathing a sigh of relief that just so happened to give her a good smell of his cologne, Marinette followed after him. When they got to the bottom, Adrien stepped into the kitchen to call home, and Marinette walked into the living room to give him space.

Which is when she noticed that the view from outside their window was a lot more white than she remembered it being when they left school that day. Sure, it had been pretty chilly as they crossed the street to her house, but…

Paris was covered in a fresh white sheet of snow and it showed no signs of slowing down. Just as she was marveling at the scenery and thinking that she was glad that she didn’t have to go anywhere, Adrien walked into the room. He had a sheepish smile on his face and was rubbing the back of his neck.

“Looks like the Gorilla can’t pick me up since the roads are going to be closed for a while. I guess I’m stuck here… if you don’t mind me hanging out for a little while longer?”

“Of course, son!” Marinette jumped as her dad appeared out of nowhere. Had he been in the living room the whole time and she just hadn’t noticed, lost in an Adrien-induced haze? “You can even stay the night if you need too!”

“Careful,” Adrien warned with a half smile. “I might have to take you up on that offer.”

“And it’d be our pleasure if you did. Oh!” Her dad’s eyes widened. “This would be the perfect time for some fresh baked cookies! I’ll get right on that.” He disappeared around the corner, but after a moment popped his head back into the room. “Make sure to entertain our guest, sweetie!”

Marinette stared at the doorway for a long moment and swallowed before prying her gaze toward Adrien. He was staring blissfully at her, an undisturbed smile on his face.

“S-sorry about all this.” She took a seat on the couch. “I’m sure you’ve got better things to do than be stuck here all day.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Adrien replied. Was it just her or did he sit a little closer than he needed to? “I’m sure father will be disappointed, but I’m definitely not.” He leaned in slightly with a smile and exaggerated wink. “Promise.”

There was a long period of silence, listening to the snow falling outside and the gentle wind carrying it. Marinette couldn’t find any topics of conversation at all, reduced to just staring at her hands in her lap and screaming at herself to talk, to say something. But eventually, it was Adrien that spoke up first.

“Does your dad usually make cookies during blizzards?”

“Huh?” She blinked before recognition hit. “Oh! Yeah, it’s something we used to do a lot when I was younger. You know,” she ticked off each point on her hand, “we baked cookies, watched movies. Usually after we’d go out and made snowmen.”

“I wish we’d done that growing up.” There was a sad tinge to Adrien’s smile.

“What, make cookies? D-don’t worry! You’ll get some.”

“No, no.” Adrien shook his head. “Make snowmen. Or play outside in the snow at all, really.”

“Seriously?” Marinette’s jaw dropped and she forgot her nervousness as she turned to look at him. “Not one snowman? Or a snowball fight? Even just… making a snow angel or something?”

Adrien shook his head solemnly. “None of it. Father was always busy and mom… well, she had always been in poor health for as long as I could remember. It got worse later, but…” He cleared his throat and looked out the window. “...so, um, yeah. None of that for me.”

Clenching her fists at her side, Marinette suddenly stood up and stomped to the front door, ignoring Adrien calling out to her. Opening it slightly, she reached out a hand and grabbed some of the snow. She nodded to herself as she packed it nicely into a ball before dropping it again.

“What was-”

“We’re going outside, maman!” Marinette shouted down the hall.

“Where are you heading?” Maman answered back.

“Over to the park. We’re going to have fun in the snow while it lasts.”

Her mom stepped out of the bedroom, eyebrows furrowed. “Sure, dear, just… make sure to bundle up, okay?”

“We will!”

After watching her put on several extra layers, Adrien followed her lead. By the time they were ready to leave, they were wrapped in gloves, double jackets, warm sweaters, boots, and hats. They were about as warm and snug as they could be. Or, at least Marinette was. She just hoped that Adrien’s stylish Agreste-brand winter clothes were actually functional as well as fashionable. If they weren’t, then she was going to be having words with Gabriel.

Thankfully her fears proved unfounded when they stepped outside and Adrien barely flinched at the cold. Gabriel would go without being chastised… for now.

The two of them went out- but not like on a date, Marinette quickly mentally corrected herself, her heart skipping a beat. Went out to the park- went outside, she should say.

Taking a deep breath of cold air to cool herself down, she tried to focus on the task at hand. They had just finished trudging across the street and had made it to the park. It seemed like the cold and ongoing snowfall had scared off most people. It probably would have made her stay home too - Marinette really didn’t like the cold - but knowing she could just cross the street to get back to the warmth of home gave her extra courage.

Well, that and she was on a mission. How could she let something as small as freezing temperatures and snow get in the way of making sure her friend had fun? She held onto that thought as a way to keep her warm despite the chill.

“I think this will be a good spot to get started,” Marinette said, stopping in the middle of an open space. Some snow had already started to pile up against a wall, a perfect place to begin.

“I’ll take your word for it!” Adrien said with a smile partially concealed by his blue scarf. The same one she’d made for him. Realization made her heart flutter, but she quickly stamped down on it.

No! No getting flustered! Serious business here.

“Right, so.” Marinette cleared her throat and crouched down to get started. Adrien hurriedly did the same and their heads almost collided. After shooting him a nervous smile, she swallowed and tried to get back on track. “So we start by rolling a little snow into a ball, right?”

“Okay…” Adrien watched her with rapt attention as she scooped up some snow and pacted it in her hands. “...I feel like this might take a while if you’re doing it by hand?”

“Be patient, we’ll get there,” Marinette chidded with a smirk. She packed the snow a little more and nodded to herself. “There!”

“Is that-” He cut himself off with a gasp when she dropped the snowball to the ground. His eyes widened when she started pushing it along the ground and it started growing exponentially in size. “Ohhh!”

“See? It's not all that hard.” She finished pushing it, ending up with a ball of snow about waist high. “Now you try!”

He bobbed his head and scooped up some snow before pushing it around on the ground, Staying crouched, he followed it around with quick, shuffling steps that left him practically doubled over. She couldn’t help but let out a giggle at the scene. Giggling which turned into full blown laughter when he noticed it was a little lopsided and overcompensated, ending up with a lumpy mess of a ball.

Lumpy or not, his eyes sparkled with joy when he picked it up and sat it on top of the other one. She barely even needed to help him with it - mostly just holding it in place while he kept it from falling off. Now the snowman stood at about chest height to the two of them.

“One more of those and you’ll never be able to say that you haven’t made a snowman before.”

She bumped his shoulder with her fist and winced internally. Was that too familiar? Was she moving too fast with the shoulder bump? He didn’t seem to mind as he immediately got to work making the snowman’s head, humming something that sounded Christmasy to himself.

“Aren’t we missing something?” Adrien was crossing his arms in front of the completed snowman, which now loomed head and shoulders over them.

“Like w-what?”

“Arms… coal and a carrot for the face.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little sheepish after saying it out loud. “Maybe, um... a scarf or hat?”

“I, uh, I don’t really want to mess up one of my pieces for the sake of a snowman.” She figeted with her mitten-covered hands and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry!”

“Oh! No, I’m sorry I didn’t even think about that.” Shooting her a half smile, he mumbled out, “And I doubt anyone just has coal lying around, so…” He looked at the snowman and hummed thoughtfully. His eyes flew open wide and he grabbed her by the shoulders. “Wait, I just had a great idea!”

Marinette made a noise that made have been ‘huh’, but which came out more like, “Hrnk?”

“We should have a snowman making competition! We’ll do maybe like an hour and then see who won!”

The word competition stirred something up in Marinette that was very, very nearly stronger than the stammering and shyness that always gripped her whenever Adrien was around. At her heart, Marinette loved a good contest, loved showing off the best she could do.

But against Adrien? Who had only just started making snowmen?

“I don’t-”

“Ready set go!” Adrien shouted before sprinting off to a different part of the park, looking more animated than she had ever really seen him. Gone was the reserved politeness that he usually carried on him like a coat. Now… he was just a kid having a great time.

Something about the giddy look on his face and the way he ran reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t quite place it. Especially not when she realized he had a whole ten second lead on her now. Her eyes widened and she dashed off to her own side of the park and got to work, putting all other thoughts aside.

How well had he picked up the art of snowman building? Should she hold back or go full force? She shook her head. No way was she going to pull a punch - if anyone was going to challenge her, then they were going to get her at her best. Even if that person is Adrien.

Her hand twitched as her heartbeat sped up at just thinking his name, very nearly maring the perfect smooth sphere she’d made for the base of her first snowman. She gently tapped her head and focused, doing her best to just get lost in the act of creation.

Of course, that didn’t last all too long since making a snowman wasn’t exactly time consuming. But as she looked at the three snowballs placed on top of each other, she thought back to what Adrien had said. Maybe there was something she could add - or, better yet, put some of those sculpting lessons they’d started in art class to good use. How different could snow and clay be, right?

There was a few fumbling steps, but she managed to turn the three spheres into something almost like… well, her. Her as Ladybug, that is. As least as well as it could be turned into her on her first try. The pigtails were there and she’d lightly carved out a furrow where her mask and spots would be.

After that, her next snowman seemed to be a given. She especially had fun making the pair of triangle cat ears and hunting down a stick that could work as his tail. Not to mention giving Chat Blanc- she winced and thought up a different name. She gave Snow Chat the tiny fangs that she always wished that he had.

She had managed to just finish a Rena Blanc and… Frozopace? Winter Carapace? Alya and Nino’s super snow alter egos. Both of them were finished just in time for Adrien to yell over the whistling wind that their time was up.

Marinette put a few final touches on them before putting her hands on her hips, beaming at how well they’d turned out.

“Oh wow! Those are really neat,” came a voice right at her shoulder.

“Gah!” Marinette jumped and nearly lost her footing in the snow that had been packed by her own pacing. Thankfully, Adrien caught her elbow and steadied her. “O-oh, th-thanks!”

Adrien’s brow furrowed. “Are you getting cold? You sound like you’re shivering.”

“N-no, I’m fine!” She held up her hands to assure him.

“Okay… well, anyway, these are pretty cool!” Adrien smirked and turned back to the set she’d made, spaced out a few meters from each other. That… couldn’t have been a pun, right? Sure, he’d said some before, but he never seemed this proud of them before. He was walking around the four and paused to look especially hard at Chat Noir. “I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Paris’s superheroes! You really got their details down.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Adrien.”

“So,” Adrien said, turning back to her. “Where are the other snowmen?”

“...Others?”

“Well yeah! It was a competition to make a bunch, right?”

Marinette blinked. “...What?”

“Yeah!” He started jogging toward where he had been working. “Come on, look how many I made!”

A little confused, Marinette followed him to a big field of thrown-together snowmen. There had to have been at least two dozen of them. They came in all sizes, ranging from as big as the one they’d made together to cat-sized ones made of two snowballs. Speaking of cats - almost all of them had cat ears. It was practically their only unifying quality, but that was more because they were slapped together so haphazardly that each of them had ended up looking uniquely lumpy.

Adrien proudly stood among them, hands on his hips and beaming so wide that she could see his smile even with the scarf over his mouth.

“So that means I win, right?” Adrien watched her with that radiant grin, completely unaware of how much it needled her to hear him say that. “Since I’ve got so many more snowmen than you and all that?”

“That’s- but-” Marinette took a calming breath. “Shouldn’t quality come into this? Not that yours aren’t good!” She added hastily, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “But I made four really good snowmen, right? That has to be worth something.”

“Maybe, but look at their faces.” Adrien put his face next to one of his snow catboys and pouted. “Surely they’re as good as the heroes of Paris?”

Marinette wasn’t sure how long they argued the point, neither side willing to concede defeat. Even if it was clear from Marinette’s perspective that she had unquestionably won this match.

Looking back, she couldn’t quite remember the comment that had set her off, but she could definitely recall how she vented her frustration.

Her heart sank as she watched, frozen in her throwing position, as Adrien - the love of her life - wiped a heap of snow off of his face. A face which had watched in innocent curiosity as she had picked up and packed into a ball the very snow that he was wiping off right now.

Her hands flew to her mouth as her blush spread across her entire face. What had she been thinking? Just because they were bantering with each other and he was irritating her didn’t mean she could just act like he was Chat Noir or something. Moving from covering her mouth to her eyes, she rapidly shook her head and tried to apologize.

“I- I’m sorry, Adrien! I don’t know what- I didn’t-”

Her stammering was cut off when something smacked into her sternum. She blinked and took her hands off her face to look down, noticing the snow that was even now falling off her white jacket. Still processing that, she look up at Adrien just in time to see him packing another snowball. His scarf had been lowered from his mouth to his neck, letting her see the huge, excited grin that had spread across his face.

With wild eyes, he looked up at her and said, “Only one way to find out the winner now!” He tossed the snowball at her, but she managed to duck aside and it went wide. By the time she looked back, he’d taken cover behind his snow catboys and shouted, “SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

Before long the air was being filled with thrown snow. Most of the time they were just thrown without aiming, just enough to keep the other person’s head down behind their snowmen. As her snow alter ego that she was hiding behind was being pelted with snowballs, Marinette took the time to make an armful of ammunition before sneaking around the hill and into the Catboy Fields.

Thanks to her white jacket and the falling snow, Adrien was still blindly letting loose against her four heroes, completely unaware that she was setting up base to his side.

He was mid throw when he finally noticed her, but by then she’d leapt out of cover and was pelting his side with snow balls. He fled his position, laughing all the while as she gave chase. Unfortunately, his catboys really were numerous and before long she lost him. She tossed the last of her snowballs towards where he’d disappeared to and made a couple more before slowly stalking through the cat-ear’d horde.

The wind swirled the snowflakes in the air. She narrowed her eyes. Where was he?

She got her answer just a moment later when she heard a very, very familiar battlecry.

“CATACLYSM!”

Her world suddenly became very cold and very white as a snowman sized snowball was slam dunked on her. Between the shock that Chat Noir had apparently shown up and the force behind the snow boulder, she slipped and nearly fell. Thankfully, someone caught her wrists and pulled her up.

“Sorry, Marinette! I guess I got a little carried away there.”

Adrien took a hand - but only one - off her wrists and rubbed the back of his neck, a small but genuine smile on his lips as he looked away. There was barely any space between them and Marinette was feeling much, much warmer than she was just a second ago. Adrien didn’t seem to notice - both her distress, and just how close they were.

There was a sudden clarity as she stared at him, like seeing the sun poke out between storm clouds. How could she have never noticed it before?

Putting on her slyest smile, she replied, “Oh, you’re fine. Remember how cold it was when we took on Frozer? Now that was chilly.”

Adrien chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it-”

His eyes widened and he stared down at her, slack jawed.

“But that means- but you can’t-” He put his fingers on his chin, still not breaking eye contact with her. “But you definitely could-” He swallowed heavily and asked in a reverent whisper, “...My lady?”

Her heart nearly exploded at hearing those words come from Adrien’s mouth - but then again, she already had heard them before, hadn’t she? Over and over and over again.

“Chaton...” She raised her mitten-covered hand and cupped his chin.

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Half an hour later, they were back inside. They’d peeled off their winter gear and thrown it haphazardly into a pile in her room and replaced them with a nice, warm blanket that they shared as they sat cuddled together on the couch.

Marinette closed her eyes as she rested her head against Adrien’s shoulder, hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate. But it wasn’t the blanket or the drink or the body heat that was keeping the chill at bay.

As Paris was blanketed in snow and cold, love kept Marinette and Adrien warm.

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