#i have a love-hate relationship with snow and winter in general
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The view from my front yard and bedroom window this morning. I'm always in awe of a snowscape like this; there's something almost otherworldly about it and there's a stillness to it even though I can hear the normal sounds of the day down the street.
It's also a little spooky. See how the trees are bending? This is very heavy, wet snow and it doesn't take much for it to start snapping branches and power lines. So far the lights (and heat) have stayed on and the storm's now moving away, but it'll be awhile longer before we're fully in the clear.
#real life#i have a love-hate relationship with snow and winter in general#it's so beautiful and there's a peacefulness to it#but by february i am DONE with the cold and darkness and the mess and begging for spring#also i wasn't kidding when i said i live in faerghus haha
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holly jolly!
an abby anderson x reader based on my abby winter drabble !
wc : 15.718
contains : fluff, angst and smut . fxf relationship. fem!reader. switch! abby and reader. oral and penetrative sex. strap-on yippee. past abby x owen ewwww. owen hate bc i hate him and its funny. reader is a skier and abby does hockey! shitty dad for reader sorry girls. slight alcoholism sorry girls again. the reader is described as slightly tall i know yall been wanting taller readers. reader is kind of bitchy and abby loves it my fave dynamic (dynamic and pretty much the rest inspired by the little ruse go read it).
a/n : sorry i never got over my drabble guys. i dont know who exactly made hockey!abby but ive read em all so big creds to @angelkissiies @millersaurora @whatwouldsylwrite (and @eightstarr for calling abby princess) everyone else smoochies ily <3 made reader a skier because ive been obsessing over the olympics and i watched mollys game and thought it would be cool if i made a skier reader instead of a figure skater. ballerina next time if yall will indulge my delusions.
christmas has always been a bittersweet holiday.
you can remember the good parts from your childhood. picking out your first stocking with your mom. when your younger brother hid in the cupboard to try and catch santa. when your baby brother got cookie dough all over the kitchen, even on the ceiling. or when you were five years old and your dad gifted you your very first pairs of skis.
but it was hard to remember when the bad could get really bad. constant days spent out in the cold and snow, redoing your runs over and over until your legs burned and your back ached. your days that were supposed to be full of vacationing and fun instead filled with aches and falls and countless arguments once you realized you could start talking back.
some of the few friends you've had over the years tried to get you to focus on the good times and not the bad. that dwelling in the past wouldn't help you move forward. when you were younger you'd just call them assholes and move on, but recently it didn't seem worth the effort. that's probably why you started college with no close friends.
it was fine. you had your smarts, which helped you to get a full-ride scholarship when a skiing one fell through after a bad leg injury a few months back. because of that, your mom managed to convince your dad to get off of your ass for a while as you recovered. you had money thanks to your parents and you had your looks which would land you a hookup once in a blue moon.
you'd even made two acquaintances on campus, your roommate, tonya, who was pretty mellow and made sure not to bring the weed she smoked inside your dorm, and a girl named nora in one of your general ed classes whom you would partner up with often.
so yeah. it was fine. at least until the end of your freshman year.
you were running late for your ten am class, sleeping in because tonya had somehow managed to convince you to go to a small party with her last night and take body shots, and then when you were close to being drunk you saw one of your past hookups in the corner who you had dropped for getting way too attached way too quickly, so then you had to quickly find tonya and run back to your dorm-
youre in the middle of remembering ton's bird-like laugh when you nearly faceplanted into your front door when you ran full force into a hulking mass of a body.
the sound of them lightly cursing and asking if you were okay falls on deaf ears as you pick up your bag and hike it to your class, ignoring the stairs of the other students when you rush and plop into your seat.
luckily you manage to get yourself together afterwards, fixing yourself up at your dorm before heading to your next course with nora. as soon as you sit down she's teasing you about a video she saw of you getting wasted last night and you don't even have the energy to entertain her.
"well, instead of getting drunk off your ass again how about you join me tonight? one of my friends is on the hockey team and i got some nice ass tickets."
"c'mon, nora. hockey? seriously?"
"oh, im sorry ms. olympian, is hockey too good for you suddenly? just a bunch of women tossing a puck around too barbaric for you?"
"wait, you didnt say it was women's hockey."
"well, it is."
"..."
"..."
"what time does it start?"
at around five you're putting on a cute sweater and a puffer jacket before joining nora on the campus bus where she tries to quickly explain the rules of hockey to you in the span of five minutes. she asks how on earth you haven't been to one of the games or at least heard of the team's star breakout player. you have to carefully explain that you've had enough of sports to last a lifetime.
the indoor arena is packed, and you have to roughly squeeze and push multiple people out of the way to get by. nora starts laughing and tells you to leave the violence to the players and you brush her off. (for some reason she constantly loves to tease you.) when you both finally sit in your seats, you notice that they're behind the glass where the team players get out onto the ice and sit for breaks. nora suddenly bangs on the glass behind a player wearing an ANDERSON 20 jersey. the girl stands up and turns around and good god.
you weren't the shortest girl yourself, standing a couple inches over most girls you knew, but jesus she was easily almost six feet tall, and big, even if her jersey and gear probably made her look larger which really didn't help you focus. you liked the contrast of it with her face, bright, cute, and red from the cold as she talked to nora through the plexiglass. you were just about to admire the shape of her nose when her slightly unnerving blue eyes turned to you.
"hey, i recognize you!"
your brows pull in a deep scrunch.
"from this morning, you bumped into me and nearly knocked me on my ass."
"oh my god, i had a feeling that was you!" you hear the familiar noise of nora laughing at your pain. "jeez, how drunk did you get last night?"
"would you just- look, im sorry about earlier. i was hungover and rushing to class."
she smiles and shakes her head. "its chill, dont worry about it. nora, are you going to that party at derek's frat after? i swear he was begging me to come but i wasnt too sure."
"abby, everyone asks you to go to their parties and you never do! live a little." nora pauses before wrapping her arm around your shoulders.
you knew she was about to say something to piss you off.
"even little y/n here is gonna come and properly apologize to someone for once. isn't that right, hun?"
great.
"well, that wasn't my plan for tonight. at all." you say before picking up your giant hockey-themed plastic cup and taking a sip, hoping the chill of your slushie numbs out the rest of this conversation.
abby adjusts some of her straps and her helmet before resting her hand on the glass, noticing how the rest of her teammates are getting ready to go out on the ice. "well, i'd really like to see you there. is there any way i could convince you to come?"
"i don't know, is there?"
"how about... when i win, you come to the party with me."
you couldn't help but roll your eyes so hard they hurt. leave it to nora to be friends with the walking cliche of an arrogant sports player. you could've been spending this moment in your dorm watching a dumb hallmark movie about a businesswoman falling in love with a farmer while eating chips and drinking a self-indulgent capri sun.
"and if you lose?"
the announcer over the loudspeaker called for the game to start and the players started making their way onto the ice. abby winks at you before turning around and joining the rest of her team.
"trust me, i won't."
you scoffed and flopped back into your hard seat, sucking almost angrily at the bright red straw in your slushie to ignore nora's look.
"are all of your friends that annoying?"
"kind of. thought you'd enjoy it though. birds of a feather."
not bothering to entertain her, you focused on the game that was starting in front of you.
you could understand the basics of the game; one team had to get the puck into the other goal several times until they won. you had a brief understanding of some of the other rules, mostly because your father explained every winter olympic sport to you in great detail when you were twelve. it became so boring at one point that you fell asleep and banged your head on the coffee table, startling the both of you so much he decided to let you go to bed.
but as the game goes on you have to admit that anderson is frighteningly good at what she does. she moves gracefully and quickly on the ice, so well you think to yourself that if she ever tires of hockey she could seriously pursue ice skating, but when an opposing player gets too aggressive with her she returns it with force. she's like an avalanche on skates.
when the game ends you can't tell whether you're shocked or agitated. your team won in what nora called a 'total fucking landslide', the bright 6-1 lighting up the scoreboard like a smack in the face. it felt slightly awkward that everyone around you was yelling and celebrating while you were sitting statue still in your seat.
nora could probably sense your discomfort and gently pulled you up, telling you that the both of you could throw your things away before meeting up with some more friends of hers before heading to the party.
so awesome.
her friends were nice enough, a psychology student named leah and her boyfriend jordan who was some type of biology major. they seemed happy to meet you but happier to make googoo eyes at each other and go to the party, which meant you most likely wouldn't see them again once you got there unless you stumble upon the two in a hallway closet or bathroom. there was also mel, a nursing student who seemed slightly closed off but agreed with you when you mentioned this party would probably be loud and gross. a bunch of athletes celebrating a win is a recipe for disaster.
"finally, the campion herself arrives!" jordan cheers and raises his bag of chips up to abby who's walking up to your group, wearing a simple college sweatshirt and some black sweatpants. for something so basic she makes it look good, and if you didn't have any integrity and weren't pissed off about this party bet thing you'd tell her so. but you are pissed off and still have about half of your integrity, so you keep your mouth shut.
when she bumps into your shoulder with a 'told ya i'd win' you're about to reply with a snarky remark when a tall man with dark blonde hair and another with tanned skin and brown hair come up beside her and raise her up on their shoulders, chanting 'anderson, anderson!' on repeat. you look to nora who just rolls her eyes and tells you that she'll introduce you in the car.
you're all split into two cars, with you riding with the two strange men along with abby and nora. they tell you the guysin the front seats are owen and manny. also that they've all known each other since they were teens which definitely doesn't make you feel like an outsider. but manny keeps trying to joke around with you so you don't feel too awkward which you can appreciate. even if you don't really laugh.
when the car stops at a giant white frat house you arent surprised in the slightest. you were about to prepare yourself for another night of drinking and finding another hookup when abby throws her arm over your shoulder and decides that she likes you enough to spend most of the night by your side.
she walks with you to get drinks and then leaves to go celebrate with some other friends while you sit and nurse your drink for a while. it leaves you some time to think, asking yourself why you're acting like you're trapped here when you could just leave whenever you want, but you don't understand why you don't. maybe it's because you'll use any excuse to have a good reason to drown out your problems with alcohol. or because you're lonely but don't feel like admitting it.
after around half an hour she comes back and sits on one side of you while you talk to nora and joins in. she asks about your major, if you're from seattle, and how you met nora. after a while you stop rolling your shoulders when she asks a new question and settle into conversation with her. and after a few hours you learn more about her too, that her dad is a neurosurgeon and she's following in his footsteps with her pre-med major, but that as soon as she tried hockey she knew she wanted to do it forever. she tells you that she doesn't really like drinking, she knows most of the people on the other women's sports teams, that she used to date owen-
you choke on a sip of your vodka and nora pats your back with a chuckle. you were definitely off your game tonight. but besides that hiccup you have to admit talking to them is enjoyable. even their friend manny comes over and dares you to do shots with him and you were seriously about to do it before the girls talked you out of it.
over the next few weeks, you talk more and more to the anderson girl, to the point where you're staying up at night to talk to her over the phone and waking up to your roommate giggling in your face. once she was so tired after a game she started snoring and you would not let her forget it. just like she wouldn't let you forget the time you got wasted at a sorority party, got on top of the kitchen island, and danced to a city girls' song before she set you back on the floor.
you wouldn't ever admit it out loud, hell you had barely admitted it to yourself, but you had started to catch feelings for abby. there was nothing more mebarrasing and cliche to you than falling for your straight friend, and you really didnt want to be on eof those girls who did so. but in your defense, it was really hard not to. she was annoyingly pretty, lord knows how many times youe admired the freckles dusting her cheeks down to her shoulders. she was strong and smart and every other positive character trait your brain could conure up.
but the worst thing was just how nice she was to you.
in hindsight, the way everything fell into place was honestly the dumbest thing ever. you were at a county fair leah had heard about and asked you to come with her along with jordan and abby. obviously, the couple went in their own direction after a while, which left you and abby to wander around getting on the different rides and getting your reaction to abby eating her first-ever funnel cake. but then it was later, and the two of you had stopped at one of those rigged pop up games and you bet her twenty bucks that she wouldn't win, and if there was one thing you knew about abby it was that she took bets very seriously, so when she won and had to pick her prize you were a little confused when she picked your favorite animal and handed it to you.
when you asked her how she knew it was your favorite, all she could say was 'you said they were cool a few times and they're your profile picture on your private instagram, so i just put the pieces together.'
you went home and didnt talk to her for a week. or at least you tried to, because after a weekend of ignoring her calls and convincing tonya to bring you meals from the lunch hall the blonde girl banged her fist on your door and basically demanded you tell her what your problem was.
"i don't see what the big fucking deal is. i'm allowed a little bit of space from you, abigail."
she scoffed and you could see her tongue bunch in the corner of her mouth before her body pushed past yours until she was standing in the middle of your room.
"i'm not saying you can't have space and you know im not. i mean, one second we're having a good time together and then you just shut me out for no reason. if i did something wrong i need you to tell me. i can't read your damn mind, y/n."
sometimes it feels like you can, you think with a snort, feeling slightly embarrassed by the angry look on her face. you collect yourself and cross your arms over your chest. "i just don't feel like talking to you right now, so if you could please get out now-"
"nope. not gonna leave until you tell me what's wrong."
sometimes you could forget just how damn stubborn she was. it mostly popped up on the ice, and you had once overheard her coach say that if she wasn't such a great player she'd be benched most of the time.
"do you realize how annoying you're being right now?"
"don't care."
"i don't give a shit if you have muscles, i can still kick your ass."
"i'd really like to see you try, princess."
you groan and cover your face, but not before raising them in a choking gesture. you walk backward and sit on your bed, trying to take a breather before anderson follows you and resting on the ground in front of you, her large palms smoothing up and down your thighs.
"please, y/n, just...just tell me what i did and i'll fix it, i promise."
you've never been one to cry. or maybe you had been when you were a young child before your father taught you that 'crying doesn't achieve success, at least not the kind you want.' but you can see how much abby cares about you in her eyes and you know that despite you being unreasonable she'll put up with it anyway. your eyes start to sting and you rest your head in the crook of her neck.
she doesn't force you to say anything more than you want, rubbing the expanse of your back while another hand gently pats your head. after a long minute, you pull your head up and find that the space between your two faces is almost nonexistent, your eyes dart from her eyes to her lips, and before you can say anything else her hand is on the back of your neck and she's bringing your lips down to hers.
its soft and sweet and her lips are soft and feel like heaven against yours, and she doesn't give you a second to be confused about what's happening because she's making the kiss deeper and pulling your body closer to hers by putting her arms under yours and pressing you in by the back of your shoulders. you throw your arms over her shoulders and behind her neck and decide that you're going to enjoy this moment for as long as you can.
but eventually, you need to breathe, pulling your head back and letting out a shaky breath of air when abby just moves her ministrations to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin until it bruises.
"i..i thought you were straight." is all you can manage to voice, the feeling of her body pressed into yours and her teeth nipping at your neck making your mind hazy.
she laughs and kisses your neck a few times before looking you in the eyes. "well, i never actually said i was, you just assumed so."
"seriously? you dated owen? he's the dullest straight girl choice i've ever met. and we live in washington" you scoffed.
"yeah, well. that was a long time ago. i've moved on to bigger and better things."
she plants a big overdramatic kiss on your cheek, repeating so on the other side of your face until she can see your smile and hear you giggle. when you both calm down a little she backs up and wears a more serious look on her face.
"i care about you. more than i've cared about anyone before." she smiles, her thumb rubbing over the back of one of your hands. "except maybe my dad, obviously. and nora, she was kinda my best friend before you. but you get what im trying to say."
you laugh and nod at her. "i understand. i...like you too. a lot."
"geez, you're seriously emotionally stunted. but i'll take what i can't get, you'll warm up to me eventually." she slaps her hands on your thighs, ignoring the annoyed look on your face before scooching your body up until you're laying down on your bed, her body gently flopping down onto yours.
"abby! get the hell off, you're wearing your outside clothes!"
"cmon, just five more minutes."
and as much as you complained during those five minutes, you both knew you didnt mind that much.
after that things were really nice. at least for the most part. you were officially abby's girlfriend, which she had asked if you wanted to be the day after you two semi-confessed your feelings. she knew that this kind of commitment was new to you, and the last time it didn't go so well for her, so you both decided it'd be best to take it slow.
(slow meaning you did everything you two did before with the added bonus of making out whenever you wanted. you weren't complaining.)
but keeping things on the down low was a bit of a struggle. abby was a huge fan of pda, always found hugging one of her teammates after a successful game or cuddling with someone on movie nights. she would hug you when you were just friends, but now that you were comfortable with her touching you more in private it started to bleed into public life, her hand looking for yours when walking around or giving you a kiss on the cheek after you aced another test.
the next problem was your friends. you had told nora over a late night phone call while manny had found out when he had walked into the living room of his and abbys shared dorm and found the two of you with your shirts off and kissing on the couch, shouting in both spanish and english about how his eyes burned but he was happy for you both.
you both knew you could trust the two of them with your 'secret', but you didn't expect that end-of-the-year party owen and manny decided to invite you both to.
it was a mix of things really. you were going to just spend time with your friends and nothing more, but you were feeling really pent up. when you and abby decided to take things slow, that also meant sex. which at first was all right with you, hookups were a lot different than sharing yourself with someone you really cared about. but abby was just so effortlessly hot, and now since hockey season was over she had more time to spend with you and it was driving you up the damn wall. it got to the point that you found yourself nearly always on the brink of an orgasm when after a long day she'd press you into her bed and kiss you until you felt dizzy.
so when she decided to go to the party in a tight long-sleeved top and a normal pair of jeans, you definitely should not have been all over her as you were.
(to be fair. she was also on you like white on rice. you had decided to don a tube top with a mini skirt, figuring it couldn't hurt to dress up a little for a simple party. especially since it made your girlfriend look at you like she wanted to eat you alive.)
after mingling a bit and getting yourself a drink, you meet up with some of your friends and start to talk to leah about some drama in one of her classes when abby rejoins you, moving your body so your body is resting into hers. you aren't used to such a public display of affection, but this alcohol is blurring any desire you had to hide that she was yours and you were hers.
"god, you guys are so cute together it makes me sick." nora laughs into her red solo cup, shaking her head at your adorable but annoying affection.
leah's eyebrows scrunch up and she starts to pinch at your arm. "wait, am i missing something? you two are dating?"
at that point, some other people were listening in and looking in at the two of you, including none other than owen moore. now, you and moore were always cordial, but you wouldn't call him a good friend like you would the others. you always felt that whenever he saw or heard about you abby spending time together or heard about how close you two had gotten so quickly, he would smile silently while staring at you like he wanted to burn lasers through your brain.
and he was doing the exact same thing now, his grip on his bear so tight you feared the glass would break. somehow you were the only one who noticed.
"yes, we're together. finally managed to convince this one that jocks aren't just big dumb idiots a few weeks ago." abby's talking breaks you out of your thoughts, her arms snaking around your waist and pulling you to sit on her lap.
you cant help but roll your eyes. "i never once said that."
"well you were thinking it. i could tell."
some of the people who you didnt know and who were friends of friends said congrats, how cute they thought the two of you were, etc. it kind of weirds you out to have all these people paying attention to you just because of who you were with, but abby's quips to any weird remarks you didn't want to acknowledge made you feel better about anything.
but later on, when the two of you are unseriously dancing in the living room, owen comes over and asks abby to talk in private, leaving you to dance with some girls you recognized from the last party. but after three songs pass and abby still hasn't come back, you get a weird feeling in your chest and decide to go looking for the two. you head upstairs and down a few hallways before you hear two voices in a heated argument, and after numerous visits to her games, you can recognize abby's yelling anywhere.
before you can knock on the door to ask if something is wrong, it opens and you see a red-faced owen, not even saying anything before he knocks into your shoulder and goes back downstairs, clearly ignoring your call of 'fucking dick' to his back.
you scoff and shake your head, turning back around to say something to abby before you slightly step back at the look on her face. its dark, like if owen didn't leave she would have kicked his ass first, and now it's trained at you. you know she'd never hurt you, though. partially because she cares about you too much, and partially because you always keep a taser in your back pocket whenever you go to a party.
"abby? what's wrong? did he fucking say something to you?
she laughs before grabbing your arm and pulling you into the room, shutting the door behind you and locking it. her long legs take seconds to reach the bed, her arm releasing when your body sits and bounces slightly on the bed as she stands above you.
"its...its nothing, just owen being a dick like always."
her voice is strained and her hands are tensing into fists, telltale signs that she was really pissed off. you hold her hands in yours, pressing little kisses to her knuckles. normally you hated being so sappy, but you knew that being cute with her was a quick way to calm her down.
"don't worry. i can guarantee one of these days someone is gonna kick his ass. unless i do it first, and you know i want to." you joke and smile when she laughs, gripping her hands so she can sit on the bed next to you.
"yeah, youre right."
"im always right. you should learn that if you wanna stick with me."
she shakes her head before looking at you in silence, and you feel your face get hot under her gaze. you'd never admit it to her but seeing her so angry really did something for you. the bottom of your leg rubs against hers, and her eyes dart down before trailing up your legs to the point where your skirt is starting to ride up your bare thighs.
"here, babe? seriously?"
you sigh, figuring she was right and having your first time together in some stranger's house during a party was horribly tacky. you start to move your leg before she grabs it and puts it on the bed before grabbing you and resting you in her lap.
"i didn't tell you to stop."
so yes, you did get tacky in a strangers house. and back in abby's dorm. and again after you both showered.
so if there was one thing you could ever thank owen for, it was finally giving you both the push you needed to take the next step in your relationship. but after that night things were a little strained, as abby and owen were on a no-contact basis, their fight having something to deal with them and maybe you although she wouldn't go into details, which just led to this drama also spreading to mel since she was dating owen and was always pretty neutral when it came to you and tense when it came to abby, and mel was close friends to leah who was now close to you and...
it was complicated.
but you were used to not having people around. you had abby, nora, manny, and tonya, and that was all you really needed. speaking of tonya, you don't think you've ever seen anyone as happy for someone else's relationship as you did when you told tonya that you and abby got together. she said it was 'half happy that you found someone for you and half happy that someone will finally get the stick out of your ass.'
but your bliss was partially broken when your mother called a week after you had your last finals to let you know she and her father were going to be visiting seattle to talk to you about something important. at this point you hadn't talked to either of your parents since winter when your dad had not so discreetly told you he would be on your ass about skiing again as soon as your leg was alright again. and you were definitely going to dread every minute you had to spend trying to cordial to them, don't even mention finally introducing them to your girlfriend who you so far had never told them about.
for a few days after the call, you must have been acting weird because abby could tell something was wrong and took you to a relaxing little cafe she had found when she first got to the city. you're sipping on a milkshake while abby does the same across from you, digging into her stack of blueberry pancakes, waiting for you to tell her what's going on while she talks about her schedule now that school is out.
"manny's gonna be gone for a month because of his music internship, so i was wondering if you wanted to come and stay at mine while he's gone. we can watch movies, dance to music, or we can practice those recipes i saw on tiktok."
"mhm, that sounds nice, babe." you continue to at least show minimal attention to what she's saying, briefly slurping at your shake until she speaks again.
"yup. but after that, i might have to leave for a while, i haven't seen my dad in forever and he wanted me to stay for two weeks while my aunt is visiting salt lake."
her words slowly die out when she notices how you stop slurping your drink, your eyes staring into space as your thumb scratches at your palm.
throughout your relationship, you had told abby the rundown of your relationship with your parents maybe once. at first, it was because it was a touchy subject and you would be embarrassed if she knew the reason for the way you acted the way you did and thought your baggage was too much for her.
and then it was because deep down you were jealous. they had their ups and downs, but abby had such a pure relationship with her father that sometimes it made you sick. while he didnt flaunt his wealth because of his principles, but abby would tell you about all the times when she was younger that her dad would give her the best birthday parties, take her with him to conferences around the world, and made sure she had anything she desired.
so when you had to tell her that the most your dad did was give you a break to be a normal adult instead of shaping you into a champion, you don't think there was ever a time that you secretly envied her more.
"this is about your dad, isn't it?" she whispered, reaching across the table to take your hand in hers. you nodded, relieved that your girlfriend could read you like a book and you didnt have to say it out loud.
"could you tell me more about it?"
shit.
you sighed, a deep breath leaving your body and clearing your head.
"my parents are gonna be here soon. said they wanted to talk to me about something "important", which means my dad thinks i've had enough time to recover from my leg being nearly snapped in two because he thinks he knows better than the doctor. but hey, maybe when i was gone he got another fuckin degree to throw in my face."
while you ranted abby never said a word, just paying close attention and providing you comfort. out of everyone in the crew, she was always the person people went to talk to when they needed it. she said it was something she got from her mom.
"all my life he's been like this. just pushing me and pushing me until im at the point of breaking until i use my anger to win. there's no doubt he's still doing it. heard my brother is being scouted at his games and he's only fifteen."
abby nods and presses a kiss to your hand, treading carefully with what she says next. "your dad sounds...horrible, honestly. he never...hit you did he?"
you feel your body jerk back and both of your eyes go big at your reaction.
"no, no he would never. im serious. wouldn't make sense from a logical standpoint, id be in front of other people all the time and any injuries would fuck up my skiing."
"well that's a bleak way of looking at it, but im glad he didnt. but the other shit is still bad."
"yeah. definitely not looking forward to dealing with that again in two weeks."
"i know, but im here, and im gonna stick by you every step of the way, alright? even if your parents find out they hate me and curse my bloodline."
you couldn't help but snort at her. "nobody could hate you, anderson. you would annoy them too much and make dirty bets against them."
"what? that wasn't a dirty bet! you'd just never seen my skills before and i used it to my advantage."
"whatever you say abs."
abbys reassurance and patience helped greatly, and by the time you met your parents at their hotel for breakfast, you weren't nervous about whatever bullshit they had to say.
but for some odd reason, they were very cordial. your mom asked you about school, how your grades were, and how you liked your chosen major. when it got to the point if you were seeing anyone, you not so subtly gushed about abby and she seemed really happy for you. your dad even praised you for picking another sportsman, avoiding your look while he ate his eggs.
a week later you even had the courage to introduce them to abby, who told you she would cook something for all of you to eat.
that tiktok recipe she was talking about? it was ratatouille. and you had to admit it was delicious, and you wondered how abby was so good at so many things and she told you when she was a kid she wanted to learn how to do basically everything and her dad was more than happy to indulge her. sometimes you really wondered how she didn't appear to be so spoiled.
but your girl was nothing if not a charmer, and by the end of the night your mom was gushing over how much she liked abby and thought she was a great match for you.
your dad was...your dad. he acted polite, asking abby about her intentions, if she was dedicated to her studies and sports and you at the same time. blah blah blah. abby gave perfect human resources-like answers that she knew would make you giggle and loosen up.
once dinner was over your mother insisted on staying a little while longer to watch a movie, finding out she and your girlfriend both had soft spots for mamma mia and grease and planned to drink some wine and let loose for once. while the two were watching meryl streep panic on screen your dad tapped you on the shoulder and asked if he could speak to you in private, and you were mentally prepared to get into yet another argument.
"i know i'm the last person who gets to say this but..you've seemed to have really grown this past year. I'm proud of you."
"thanks. i guess."
he sighs, shifting on his feet. "i know i've always been hard on you and your brothers. i just-i knew that if you had guidance you could be phenomenal at whatever you do."
"yeah, dad, but that doesn't mean forcing me to train for ten hours a day when i was still in third grade." you could list more instances of him being overbearing and partially ruining your childhood, but you don't feel like being the person who makes the conversation go sour.
"i know. trust me, i know. look, your mother has us going to a shrink and...one of the steps is asking for forgiveness and whatever mumbo jumbo."
you almost snort but pass it off as a sneeze. your dad in therapy was about as believable as a talking donkey.
"well, it's nice to hear dad but it's not gonna be just as easy as being nice to me and my girlfriend for a night."
"i know. which is why i wanted to show you this."
he pulls out and his phone and after a few taps shows you an article. you read the word 'olympics' and nearly blow before he cuts you off.
"just listen, alright? one of the big coaches was caught and fired for doping a bunch of the players, so they're postponing the winter games for another few years for investigations to see if there's any more misconduct."
"are you serious?"
"deadly. and i know with your leg and your schooling you'll have your hands full but, i figured the best way i knew how to bond with you was to help you. it'd be enough time to get extensive physical therapy and train up. but only if you want to."
"dad, i. i really don't know what to say."
"you don't have to say anything, at least not now. just promise me you'll think about it, alright? and if by next spring you still don't want to, I'll never bring it back up again."
after that, your mother comes and says they should get going to get enough sleep for their flight tomorrow, and you bid your parents goodbye with stiff hugs and a genuine smile.
for the next few months into your sophomore year your on the fence. when you were a kid, despite the pain and the tears and the bruises, there was nothing you loved more than skiing. you swear that the adrenaline rushes you would get speeding down slopes were better than anything you've ever experienced, even sex.
(when abby heard you say that one night on the couch, she pouted and wouldn't touch you for a week, telling you to go back to those stupid slopes if that's how you felt.)
but the point was that you were basically going through a beginning life crisis. either stick with the new normal you've created and potentially miss out on fulfilling your childhood dreams, or take a risk and potentially come out more damaged than before.
you were planning on spending the next thanksgiving mulling it over, but to your shock baby invited you to come with her to her dad's house for thanksgiving with her family. when checking in with her to see if she and her dad would be ok with this big step, she told you it was actually her dad's idea and she'd be more than happy to have you meet her family.
you swear to god you have never been more nervous on a plane than you were on the flight to salt lake, only being soothed by the constant free drinks you get in first class, the six hundred page book in your hands, and abbys large hand constantly rubbing on your thigh and back. you suggested that you both join the mile-high club as a joke and she seemed a little too into it.
"babe please, i promise ill be quick. i can even put my fingers in your mouth."
"abby, i was just joking. im not gonna do that and get kicked off the plane. god, you're so fuckin weird."
"you make me weird. pretty please? ill pull out the puppy eyes."
"i really don't give a fuck."
and you come to find out that abby's stories were true because her dad is so weirdly nice. he greets you at the airport like he's known you all your life, and is eager to find conversation the whole drive to his house where you both are staying.
you were glad that like you abby had a smaller family, or at least one she spent thanksgiving with. after her father you only had to introduce yourself to her aunt and her small family, a husband who you have to look down at and likes to boast about his coin collection, and three children. the eldest, ashley, was closer in age to you and abby and was clearly abby's favorite cousin. the middle child was a wild child named kris, who didn't seem at all phased that you were a stranger and kept asking you if you'd ever heard of their favorite anime series.
now, you've never been the best with children, you repeatedly told your mother to throw your baby brother in the trash when you were six, but you couldn't help but fawn over abby's baby cousin lyle, the cutest infant you've ever seen who after a few hours of fussing because of the time change, he calms down into a smiling drooling little thing who, although he keeps tugging at your hair when his mom hands you to him, seemed to actually enjoy your presence and laughs like its the funniest thing ever.
you didnt catch the way abby looked at you fondly while you were playing around with her cousin or the way she swatted her father away when he called her out on it.
so thanksgiving was easy, a peaceful week full of meeting kind people and eating some surprisingly good food. but you didn't even get a week of peace after before abby brought it up.
christmas.
yes the holiday was full of joy and warmth when you were a child. but after a mini teenage rebellion and your energy you just...gave up on the holiday completely. last year you spent it alone inside your dorm which wasn't the worst thing on earth. you got to watch corny feel-good movies like national lampoons, drink hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, and had free reign to the library since the librarian apparently used to watch your games on tv. it wasn't like it used to be, but it was enough.
"so, you're coming with us to the cabin right?" nora reaches across the library table and takes one of your fries from the fast food you sneaked in. for some reason she refused to order her own fries, content to pluck the ones from your container.
"what? what cabin?"
"god, abby hasn't told you about this by now? i thought she would have taken you there already and made it her love shack or something." she quickly ducks her head when you toss a burnt fry at her, looking around to make sure no one saw. "it's her dad's cabin at one of the ski ranges in the mountains, she invites us every year for christmas break or new years if we can't make it."
"first, you're a perv. second, i don't know why she hasn't told me about it. id probably tease her for it anyway."
"well when you see her next ask her, because you definitely have to come with us this year."
"i don't know, nors. you know how i feel about skiing right now..."
"you don't have to ski! we literally never do, as sad as it is. we just hang out, go out for drinks, and hit the skiing town. im telling you cold resort parties are insane."
you take a minute to mull it over, staring into space as you tap your fingers on the hardwood table. nora fingers tap on the top of your hand.
"i understand you're going through things, with your dad and all. you don't have to come if you don't want to. but i know we'd really enjoy it if you came, especially abby."
you nod and eat another fry before gegging back to the novel you were reading, some 'all-time classic' abby had said you had to read.
you saw abby a few hours after that, yet again staying the night at her dorm to kick off the following weekend. when you entered using your spare key the smell of chinese food instantly hit you, and it took you by surprise since abby normally insisted on cooking for you and manny.
you set down your things and kicked off your shoes before heading into the little kitchenette, hearing the sound of rather loud whispers that stopped as soon the roommates saw you, noodles stuffed into both of their mouths.
"what the fuck are yall starin at?"
manny snorts before making some weird excuse for leaving, telling you he's meeting up with some meteorology student at a bar and he won't be home until tomorrow. you bid him. a quick goodbye before turning back to abby, the blonde picking through her food.
its only then that you notice the gauze wrapped around her palm, quickly cross the threshold to gently but firmly raise her hand up to your face to observe it.
your about to go on a triade when you see that sad pout on her face.
"tell me who did this to you." you grumble, putting on a fake deep voice.
she chuckles and shakes her head. "you're so weird."
"only because of you. tell me what happened."
"i was trying to cook before we ordered takeout and i just...got distracted and burned my hand. its not a big deal, don't worry about it."
you tell by the way her shoulders were tensing that she was getting into one of her moods, always hating when she failed at something and hating even more when people kept asking her about it.
"well im always gonna worry about, something that's also your fault by the way. what made you distracted."
"nothing."
"abs."
"please just drop it."
"abigail."
she groans before slumping her head into her arms on the counter.
so you decide to drop it. at least for a little while. you put away the rest of the food, deciding to eat the box she bought for you after her mood had been resolved before figuring you'd leave her alone while you took a shower.
but if there was one thing you knew about abby, it was that she took 'golden retriever energy' to a whole nother level. aka most of the time she couldn't leave you alone and followed you near everywhere. after only a few minutes, you heard the shower door open and felt her large arms circle around your waist and her head rest on your shoulders.
"i wanna ask you something. there's this cabin my dad owns that we all head to for winter break and stuff-"
you felt your heart skip a beat. to be honest part of the reason you were nervous about abby asking you this was because you were second-guessing yourself and your relationship. you hadn't even been together for a full year at this point, and even if you knew you loved her and that she adored you, you didnt want to be the one to bring up this thing she does with people she's known for years and get your heart damaged.
"and i wanted to invite you to go with us because i just know youd make it feel so much more special."
"i feel like a 'but' goes at the end of that sentence."
she rubs her head into your shoulder more, kissing at the soft and wet skin of your shoulder blade.
"i didn't tell you much. about my fight with owen. but everyone knows we haven't been talking much, but he's still been my friend since elementary, and i was hoping that maybe during the trip we could resolve things. but if he ever said something to you or about you i think id go fucking crazy."
your turn around and hold her head in your hands. her body is still slumped so her head is more at your level and her pretty blue eyes stare right into yours.
"i appreciate that. your slight anger issues make me feel honored." a smile quirks on her face and she nuzzles her head into your palms more. "and as much as he pisses me off, i don't know how i feel about causing a greater rift between you and your friends. ive only been with you less than a hear, he's known you for-"
"year or not doesn't matter. you mean...so much to me i can't put into words. the only reason i was nervous all day was that i didnt know how to make this sound like i wasn't putting him before you because i wouldn't. ever."
you look at her a bit longer, swiping away wet pieces of her hair back from her face so you can see all of her. because she's looking at you like she can do the same.
you both take an intimate shower without a word, helping the other bathe and lather her hair in apricot shampoo she's become addicted to. once you exit, dry off, and change into some matching fluffy pajamas she bought for you both, you finally head back to the kitchen to eat your food before turning on a movie.
it was only because you both decided to choose some random movie that the stupid thought crossed into your mind.
"could you imagine if we were that touchy all the time? we're already halfway there and it drives your friends nuts." you poked her cheek while you were resting on her, her arm wrapped around your shoulders while your legs intertwined on the couch.
"what do you mean?"
"just like, overdoing it. always with an arm around the other, making eyes across the room. if you wanna get extreme you could carry me on your back."
"or i could carry you on my front."
the shift of her hips and the tone of her voice makes you turn your head to look at her, nearly busting out laughing at the way her eyes are glued to the screen while she chews on her lower lip.
"stop doing that."
"doing what? im watching the movie. watch the movie with me."
"this is just like on the plane. y'know i was kidding about the exhibitionist thing at first-"
"baby, please."
"please what?"
she groaned while you just giggled at her, moving your bodies so she was sitting up on the couch and you were on top of her, adjusting your hips so you were straddling her waist.
"what're you thinking about, bunny?"
a subtle whine escaped from her throat and you smirked in triumph. there was nothing your girl loved more than being called the softest and cutest pet names, and you would frequently use it to your advantage, like the time when she refused to help you cheat on a test 'on principle' and you rested your face on her thigh from under the desk with a 'please, princess?' and she happily gave you the answers after roughly grinding herself on your tongue.
"i just...maybe if we played it up at the cabin owen would finally fuck off and realize im yours. i just thought it'd be funny."
you felt a warm feeling in your chest at the thought, showing your girl all the affection she craved from you on an idyllic vacation while also showing that dick owen who's boss. maybe then he'd finally let whatever his issue with you go. or not. at this point you didnt care.
"ok. we can do it."
"what? are you serious? i was half joking. i don't wanna make you do anything you don't want to-"
you cut off her sweet rambles with a press of your lips to hers. her arms brought you in closer until your breasts were squished into hers.
when abby texted the group chat the next morning next to you in bed to let the others know you'd be joining, you couldn't help but feel warm at the replies.
manny : thank god, i need a drinking partner since no one ever wants irish hot chocolate
leah : because the last time you made it you got drunk by five pm and kept singing baby its cold outside while doing both parts
jordan : and badly
manny : haters
nora : omg thank god
nora : this is all because of me btw
nora : tell y/n we're gonna have sooo much fun
manny : wait is she gonna ski
jordan : stop.
you giggled at your friends' antics. you were already imagining all the crazy things that would happen on the trip and happily listened to all the stories abby had to tell you.
mel : cant wait for the trip! hoping ben's is still open.
owen : 👍🏻
a snort escaped from you. "oh hes so pissed."
"definitely." abby agreed before turning the phone off and snuggling into your neck to relax for a little while longer. "prepare, he's probably just gonna get angrier from our masterful plan."
"technically my plan. and are you sure you still wanna do it? i don't wanna drive a wedge between you guys."
"he started that at that party. either he's gonna deal with me changing for the better or im gonna leave him in the dust. now shush, im going to sleep."
your hand smooths through abby's locks as she drifts back into sleep, and you soon follow her into it, dreaming of pale snow and the sight of the slopes.
the nex two weeks before break starts you're horrifically busy, finishing up some tests while also buying and packing everything you'll need for the trip. which is really just an excuse for you to get a bunch of those cute thick sweaters you saw on ebay but that's neither here nor there.
once your last class was finished abby immediately called an uber to take you to the airport, citing that as the host she always headed to the cabin earlier than everyone else to fix it up and stock up on little things, everyone would need or forget like extra blankets and lots and lots of water. during the trip to the airport, waiting in the airport since you were both 'get there hours before the flight' girls, and on the flight itself, abby was telling you stories of the cabin and what has happened on the past few trips that you should know about.
apparently, the cabin (in aspen, which you teased her was so basic) was bought by her grandparents (more teasing) for family trips when her dad was little. but as his siblings got older and started their own families the trips dwindled down, until his parents decided to just leave the place to him, telling him not to sell it for anything since it was worth a fat load of cash by now. hed take abby and her mom there before she passed, and then once she turned sixteen told her he trusted her enough to bring her friends up there if they could.
"honestly, i think it was part of him being nice and feeling sad we didn't spend much time together then. we were still mourning and he was always working." she sinks into her first-class seat, sipping on her complimentary ginger ale can. "but we're better now, and i get to have a laid-back vacation with my friends every year."
"sounds like a win-win to me. traumatic way you got there and all."
"you of all people saying that is hilarious, truly."
a few hours of talking and napping later and you've landed in colorado, a rental car waiting for you in the airport parking lot.
"abs, you are so secretly bougie. like, why didn't you rent a private car that time yours was in the shop and we were stuck in the rain downtown?"
"it's for emergencies and the necessary."
driving through the roads of aspen snowmass is something close to magical. at this point, the sun has set and the twinkling lights of the villages are everywhere, and you can see a plethora of christmas decorations inside shop windows.
when abby parks outside of the cabin your jaw is close to dropping, and you have to hold it up once you step inside. there was obviously a lot of wood, making up the floors, walls, and beams that connect both. but it was also decorated with relaxed brown and cream furniture.
"i want you to know if we get married, im not signing a prenup."
abby cackles before sneaking up behind you and tickling your waist, cackling at your shriek followed by a scowl.
"'if' babe, really? nice to know you're so committed."
"i'll be more committed if you give me a tour of this place."
the cabin was big, of course. enough bedrooms for your whole group and a few more. you honestly couldn't pick your favorite. there was a game room with a pool table you were just itching to beat jordan and leah at, a hot tub outside on the deck looking down onto the village that looked like the perfect place to drink champagne with nora talking shit about her recent ex.
"now, this is what i really wanted you to see," abby smiles before pushing open a wide set of doors on the upper floor and revealing to you the grand bedroom. there's a giant bed against the back wall, with a warm little nook tucked into a bay window.
"it's so nice here abs, really. i can't wait for everyone to get here so we can start doing stuff." you drop your bags by the front of the bed and flop your behind onto it, loving the way it bounces you up and down a bit. and you can tell that abby also loves it by the way she's staring at the way your boobs jiggle.
"im glad you like it, baby. but we don't have to wait for the others to get here to have some fun." a pervy little smile lights up her face and she starts inching towards you, making stupid little grabby hands as she does so.
"you're insatiable. aren't we supposed to be making sure this place is ready for everyone else?"
"wasn't it your idea for us to play everything up for fun? that includes sex. a lot of it. strap-ons are allowed on planes, by the way. and other things."
"...seriously?"
"seriously."
at this point, her arms are caging you into the plush of the comforter, and you don't know whether to look at the veins in her arms or her eyes or her mouth-
"you're staring, pretty."
"well you're all i can see, gorgeous."
she presses a soft kiss to the underside of your chin, her tounge poking out to lick down your neck.
"god, abs, please."
"please what?"
you groan and she just laughs at you.
the hardest part of being a switch was that abby could just throw shit back in your face when she became more dominant. it was both infuriating and arousing.
“im not gonna say it."
"you sure?" her large hand slips beneath the band of your pants until its resting over your underwear, teasing you.
"yes i a-am!" your refusal is cut off when two of her thick fingers slide inside of you, filling you up in the most delicious way. it doesn't help your case that there's no restriction, the wetness between your thighs letting her know just how much you were enjoying this.
"y'know, your master plan isn't exactly gonna work if you have an attitude with me, baby." her words are gravelly as she speakes into the crease of your neck, occasionally looking up at you to ingrain your reactions into her memory.
"god, abs."
"this is one the things i love most about you acting like a brat, just means i get to fuck and love on you until it goes away. and i've got all the time in the fuckin world."
just when you start getting close to your orgasm, you could've sworn in the distance you heard the sound of a door opening before closing a few minutes later. the feeling of abby kissing you and adding a third finger inside of you. you decided to just drop it
later on, after a nice long shower and putting on this cute warm sweater you bought, you and abby decided it was time to head out and get enough groceries to last for around two weeks until everyone else would arrive and decide what meals they would want after. it was very entertaining to watch abby standing in a fluorescently lit market aisle decide if she wanted to make a giant chicken pot pie or some creamy chicken soup one of her teammates told her about. she just stuck her tongue out when you looked at her.
once you returned to the cabin you could hear some music coming from inside the house, and despite your initial worry abby just smiled and rushed inside, your brain seriously wondering if you had chosen correctly romantically.
you headed inside with a few of the bags, setting them on the kitchen counters before heading to the source of the music that appeared to be coming from the living room. once you cross the threshold you are happily surprised to see your girlfriend and manny talking and laughing in the middle of the room.
"ah! nice to know abs hasn't broken you already." manny comes over to give you a big hug before setting you down and shaking your shoulders, just laughing when you start smacking his hands.
"jeez, what is with you guys? be normal."
"you forget im abby's roommate. this is because of you. you gave me this trauma."
you roll your eyes before patting him on the shoulder.
"ok, ok. why did you come early? when do the others get here?" abby asks from her place still on the couch.
"what, i cant just come because i love and miss two of my best friends."
the room is silent as you both stare at him.
"well just so you know, that was half true. but also," he looks down a dark hallway before tugging you closer to the couch so he can speak quietly. "mel and owen are here."
you blink. "thats...odd."
"very odd, but maybe it's a good thing? who knows, maybe owen's gotten over the whole fight and wants to put it to bed." abby turns to you, those big blue eyes filled with hope that you don't have the heart to squash with a joke.
"yeah, maybe."
"well if he did do that, i don't think he's in the mood for it now." manny chuckles.
"why not?"
"he was confused to see a car in the driveway, so he came by two hours ago and left like two minutes later. his face was as red as a tomato, you know how he looks when he's flushed."
oh my god.
you turned to abby and her cheeks were puffed, a clear sign she was trying not to laugh.
well, it looks like your plan was already working.
the next three days were more laid back, just spent taking a chance to relax and sleep in after your grueling semester. you decided to spend these days exploring more of the cabin, admiring all of the rooms and the random really pretty art pieces on some of the walls.
you swore that nothing could beat the bliss you felt on that second day, waking up to the faint sun in your eyes and abby gently snoring next to you, deciding to cook up a bunch of waffles, one of the meals you excelled at, and read a four hundred page book on the sofa.
(the plan was still in motion at this point, just more tame.
once jordan, leah, and nora came things really took a turn for the exciting. after hearing that you'd been cooped in the house these past few days, leah insisted you come with them to some bars and other hot spots around town. you hadn't been drinking much lately but figured that since you were surrounded by people you trusted and a bunch of strangers you'd be able to handle yourself.
and you did.
for the most part.
you just weren't expecting the bartender to be the chillest girl you've ever met and make a killer strawberry daiquiri, because before you knew it they were playing some old-school song over the speakers and were hanging off of leah's arm like a koala.
"oh my god, im so glad you invited me out. this place rules. have you tried the daiquiris? serenity said she'd make me one more but you can have it."
"her name is trinity, and you're getting touchy. where's abs?"
you shrug and she shakes her head, looking over your shoulders to see if she can spot the hulking blonde. she waves someone over and then abby is in your vision, a soft expression on her face as she tugs your body into hers.
"how much have you had to drink, baby?"
"mmmm, not too much. i could walk in a gay line. look, i even made a corny joke!"
"yes, you did." she squats down a little bit and you wrap your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist, trying to restrain yourself from making any noises when she lifts you with ease to the amusement of some of the people in the bar.
"how about we head back and take a long bath, pretty. ill even try those rose face masks you bought."
you were about to agree when out of the corner of your eye you catch owen, sitting inside a booth with jordan and manny, sparing looks in your direction.
you smirk down at her and she can already guess what you're thinking, tightening her grip on your hips.
"or we can do that later. and dance now."
you nod and loosen your legs for her to drop you but she just holds you tighter for a moment, leaning her head up to place a heated kiss on your lips before pulling away, fighting to ignore the tiny string of spit that connects your lips to hers.
"ok. now we can dance."
abby told you the next day that owen had asked to talk to her one on one in the morning and she didn't really understand what it meant. he apologized for lashing out at her, apparently, but still didnt agree with some of the 'drastic changes to her personality' that were happening lately.
you really tried to promise her that you wouldn't cuss him out, telling you she'd handle it later after having a conversation with manny to figure out when the hell he started acting like this.
focus on tried.
you and nora were in the kitchen that night making cups of hot chocolate, taking the chance to top them with all the stuff you weren't allowed to as a child. also probably increasing your risks of cavities, but whatever, it was nostalgic. you were laughing at the absurd abundance of whipped cream in her mug and the three candy canes in yours when you heard footsteps coming into the kitchen, looking over to see owen looking over some things in the fridge.
you looked at nora. she looked at you.
"so owen, how are things going with mel?"
his hand pauses over some leftover noodles, gripping it with a fist.
"we're great actually, thanks for asking norsie."
noras eye twitches, bumping into your shoulder before leaving the room to rest in the kitchen and wait for you before starting a movie.
owen turns and suddenly its just the two of you. staring at each other. you with a three-caned hot cocoa and he with a tupperware of linguine.
"what's your fucking problem."
his eyebrows shoot up, almost like he wasn't expecting you to actually bring up the tension at hand.
"y/n, is this really the time-"
"yes, it is the goddamn time to ask you why you've been acting like a dick to me and my girlfriend."
his mouth quirks downwards and you nearly laugh at the realization of the words, the glances, how he would look at abby sometimes like a kicked puppy even when his damn girlfriend sat on his lap, it was all because he couldn't move the fuck on.
"seriously? that's the reason? you've been putting me, putting abby through hell because you're still hung up over her? this is my worst gay nightmare."
"it's because ever since she's been with you shes been different, always acting like she's some better person now that she's over me. like i was the thing holding her back. how do you think that makes me feel, huh?"
you stare at him after his quiet outburst, his face that signature shade of pink and his eyes enraged. but he doesn't scare you.
you walk closer to him, entertained by the way she avoids you like the plague, and presses his back into the refrigerator. you want to lash out more, to scream at him until your throat is sore, to whisper all the little flaws about him you've noticed over the past year that are driving everyone away, but you won't.
"i hope it makes you feel like the heap of shit you are. goodnight, moore."
when abby feels you snuggle into her later that night, feeling your hands squeeze into her stomach from behind you, she asks if everything is ok, and you press a kiss to her cheek and tell her to go back to sleep.
the next morning it's christmas eve, and everyone is in the dining room eating breakfast and talking about how everyone somehow has no plans when you make a suggestion for the day.
"i wanna go hit the slopes today."
you swear most of them look at you like you've grown another head that just started trying to sing the tequila song.
manny continues chewing his eggs before giving you a thumbs up, but you can tell he's secretly been waiting for this. after you first met he asked you if you've ever skied again after your accident and then dropped it when you gave him a death glare. but since you've gotten closer he knows more about how it's not that you can't ski, but almost as if there was a mental block that stopped you from doing so.
"uhm...sure. i can see if we can do that. are you sure you want to?" abby rests her arms on the table and leans her head into yours, trying to give a sense of privacy for your answer.
"i'm not made of glass, abby. it's about time i get back out there. its the only way i'll known for sure about what my dad said."
"what'd your dad say?" mel speaks up from the opposite side of the table, her hand rested over owen's on top of the wood.
you straighten your shoulders. "some stupid doping scandal got the olympics postponed, and my dad said if i wanter he thinks he could get me back in shape by then to apply."
"holy shit! i mean, it's your choice obviously, but that's cool as hell. i think you should do it." jordan exclaims, sipping on his orange juice through a straw.
"wait, what about your leg? you've only had problems with it a couple of times, but is it alright enough to go ski?" nora asks. she was the one who besides abby you've told the most about your skiing problems, and once took you to the pharmacy to pick up your pain meds like it was no hassle.
"it's better if i don't push myself too much, but the blue and reds should be a piece of cake."
you look at abby, and even though she has no idea why you've had this sudden change of heart, she can hear the subtle excitement in your voice and nods her head at you with a smile.
thanks to everyone always waking up at the break of dawn for some reason, you're checked in to the slopes and ready to go only three hours later. jordan and manny even decided to join you and try their hands at the bunny slopes, the rest of the group deciding to find somewhere to sit and relax while they watched you all.
"mama please, you're embarrassing me." manny groans while you tilt his head from side to side to make sure all of the straps for his helmet and goggles are secure. you weren't about to have him getting a concussion and blaming you for bringing him here or the workers for their sloppy job.
"no one knows better ski safety than me. now shush, I'm almost done."
once you were finished you gently smacked his head and headed to the side of where the slope ends, abby beaming at you from over the rail. she was wearing this cute little beanie she bought for the trip and this all-black bomber jacket that made her look so much bigger than she already is.
"hello? babe, did you hear what i said?" abby's hand waves in front of your face bringing you back to focus. you slowly blink and she shakes her head. "you're so weird."
"again, i get that from you."
"whatever." her gloved hand rests on your face and she brings you closer so she can press a soft kiss onto your lips. when she tries to pull away but your arms are wrapping around her neck and pulling her body into yours, starting an impromptu makeout session before jordans wolf call yanks you out of it.
her fingers reach up to push a strand of hair back into your helmet. "are you sure you'll be ok up there? if your leg hurts just pull over to the side and i'll try to come up and help you-"
you cut her off with another kiss. "i'll be fine, princess. don't worry about me. just worry about all those losers I'm gonna show up."
she laughs that cute and loud little laugh of hers and sends you off, waving to you multiple times when she sees you go up the lift.
once you are at the top you go over everything again, making sure all of your equipment is snug, the track in front of you is good, and your skis are tight and before you know it you're standing at the top of the slope breathing heavy and feeling like you're about to have a panic attack.
your head feels like it's on fire and you swear that you are close to passing out when someone taps on your shoulder. you turn around and it's some teen by his face unobstructed by the goggles, a go-pro attached to his helmet.
"hey, sorry if i'm being annoying but, you're y/n l/n right?"
you nod, hoping he can't see the strained expression on your face.
"i just wanted to say that i think you're like, so cool. i saw that video of you training for the super g at thirteen and it changed my life, seriously."
your head felt a bit better at the memory. the adrenaline you got skiing down slopes at top speeds and then dodging the flags your father asked the owners if he could put on the track to help you train. they were nice people, and even let you pick what flags you wanted. a mix of pink and black.
"thank you. i swore that training took everything out of me. but at least i didn't have to worry about how i was doing in algebra."
he laughs and bobs his head. he clears his throat before slightly hopping on his two feet.
"you ok, kid?"
"yes, yeah, i just... ya see i have this youtube channel where i post videos of me riding down the slopes, helping beginners, trying the harder slopes, and stuff like that." he taps the go bro on his helmet. "and i was wondering if you wanted to do like, a friendly little race? i don't know, you don't have to i know you're leg is probably still healing, i can just go if you wa-"
"i'll do it."
his eyes bulge, surprised at your answer. you have to admit you're slightly surprised too. you weren't planning on doing anything more than inching your way down the intermediate slope a few times, but the memory of the super g has energy suddenly rushing through you. besides, it'd be a nice distraction from everything else. your dad. owen. you.
when you both get to the edge of the slope, you let him know you'll give him a twenty-second head start before you follow. he nods, and a few seconds later you're skiing for the first time in years.
and it feels fucking great.
at the speeds you are going the wind is whipping across the unprotected parts of your face, the stinging cold keeping you focused as you turn around trick hills and get your legs used to the feeling of slight strain. but your legs feel fine, and that makes you feel even better.
before long you can see the kid ahead of you and your friends in the close distance, nora's red coat bobbing up and down as she cheers for you. only five seconds after you pass your fan and can hear his slight spluttering before you're bringing your skis to a stop and the ice is flying from underneath them.
your heart is pounding as the kid, who tells you his name is aidan, thanks you for 'kicking his ass, i swear it'll get so many views". he tells you he'll tag you, and you do him one better by saying you'll follow him back and you're a little scared he's about to have a heart attack before he leaves to check in with his parents.
"oh my god oh my god oh my god! that was so fucking cool! i really thought you were gonna wipe out there for a second but I'm glad you didn't." leah squeezes your body in a hug rocking you from side to side. "are you gonna go again? if you do i swear I'll put on some skis and go down the bunny slope."
you throw your head back with a laugh, imagining leah slowly going down the snow while pizza and french frying her skis. you bask in the compliments given to you by nora who was watching the whole time and manny who tells you he successfully completed the green slope with no falls or bumps. you feel the urge to talk to abby, to have her tell you she's proud of you when you see her near one of the equipment cabins, talking to owen.
"are you gonna go again or do you wanna stop for the day?"
you look at nora with a grin. "yeah, i'll go again."
later that night, after a few more hours of racing your friends and even seeing a few more fans who recognized you, even one lady who said she remembered you based on your form, everyone is headed back to the house to end the day after getting some drink from the community lodge
for some reason, abby hasn't talked to you since, and based on what you saw you're preparing for the damn worst. a small part of you knows you might be overreacting, that there's no way she would fall for the bullshit more had to say to her, but her avoidance of you isn't helping that little part take charge.
like she could read your mind, she's on your tail and following you into your bedroom, taking off her clothes as you do the same but still no word before you head into the shower. under the heat of the water, you rest your head on the wall and close your eyes to try to center yourself. you know abby, you know how much she's done for you. owen wasn't going to get in the way of that and you refused to let him.
you dry yourself off, brush your teeth, moisturize your body, and decide not to put on your pajamas and just this cute robe abby bought for you before leaving the bathroom. after turning off the lights you stop in your tracks, abby sitting on the side of the bed and staring at you.
your feet slowly carry you closer to her before she rolls her eyes and tugs you onto her lap. your face is neutral, even when you can feel the bulge inside of her sweatpants. you tilt your head and she replicates it.
"let me guess, you got an attitude again?"
"you're a fucking hypocrite."
"wh?" her face jerks back in confusion. "what are you talking about?"
"don't play fucking dumb with me abigail. biggest personal growth moment for me in forever and you spend it talking to your damn ex, who if you didn't catch it is still hung up on you, by the way."
"i know, just let me explain-"
"no, i don't want to know. if you're just doing all this as some fucked up way to let me down gently i swear to god-"
you get cut off when one of her hands moves from your waist to cover your mouth, her eyes drooping when you nip at her palm.
"stop it. you know i wouldn't do something that shitty to you, please stop being so paranoid." she waits to gauge your reaction before she decides that you aren't likely to cut her off, softly rubbing at the skin under your eye. "please don't cry."
"im not gonna cry."
"just wanted to make sure. because i care about you, and that's what i was letting owen know that when he was being a jealous dick about you skiing earlier. told him I'm this close to kicking him to the curb for good."
"wait really? what'd he say? i bet he was pissed when i skied over that stuck stump, probably wishes i rode over it and fucking broke my back."
"jeez, you really do despise him." she shakes her head, smiling and rubbing her hands on your thighs. "but yes, he was wondering if maybe now that you were fine to ski you were trying to upstage me or something."
"and do you? and why were you ignoring me?"
she sighed. "literally the opposite. you're just...so amazing, and funny, and talented, and i just know soon you'll be this olympian and wont wanna deal with me and my dumb ex anymore."
"i mean, i am amazing you're right about that," you brag, giggling when she pinches you. "but i'd deal with anything to be with you. i don't even have the words. i wouldn't have gotten on that slope without you always pushing me, despite how annoying i may find it."
abby's' face is beaming and suddenly she's kissing you like you're air, leaning back into the bed so you can hover over her. she stops kissing you just to move her ministrations to all over your face, repeating little 'i love you's' as she does so, reveling in the little hums that leave your throat.
"ok, are we done being sappy so we can fuck now?" your question ends in a squeak when her palm slaps your ass. you look at her with a glare and she just dopily smiles at you, gripping your hips to flip you underneath her.
"y'know, owen and mel picked the room right next to ours." she grinds her hips into yours, the friction of the strap rubbing against you heightened since your robe was riding up to show her bare cunt.
"god, you want me to be loud, don't you?"
"mmhm." she grins as her hand moves down to push the band of her pants down, the feeling of the toy grinding out forcing you to bite your lip to hide your moan, embarrassed by how quickly she could make you want it. her thumbs moves to pull your lip from between your teeth.
she continues humping you until she can see you're wet enough to slide in, looking for your nod to push the strap into you, groaning as it just slides in.
"y/n, we barely did any foreplay-"
"shut up, please shut up."
for some reason she takes that as a sign to start thrusting, reveling in your moans as they finally start to pick up volume. you try to bite the back of your hand when she pulls it away, holding it in hers and holding it above your head. the action is so sweet it almost makes you cry, instead thrusting your head up to press a sweet kiss to her lips.
"mm, love when you're all sweet like this honey. wanna stay like this forever, love you so fuckin much i swear to god." she accentuates her last couple of words with short but harsh thrusts that knock the breath out of your lungs. your orgasm is fast approaching at this rate, and she can tell by the way your eyes are fluttering and your hand is squeezing hers.
"you gonna cum? huh? gonna cum all over me baby?" you nod your head, not trusting the words and sounds that are coming out of your throat. she moves her hand down to rub at your clit and suddenly your stomach is pulsing and your orgasm is hitting you like a truck, abby's following after yours as she's groaning into your neck and thrusting harder to grind the base of the strap into her clit.
it takes a minute for both of you to calm down, the bliss overtaking the both of you.
"was...was that loud enough?" you whisper and feel her silent laugh on top of you, rubbing your leg over the back of hers.
she pushes her head up enough to look you in the eyes, and you really regret asking the question because she's got that dumb-ass smile back on her face and shaking her head.
only a few minutes later she's got you on all fours, leg propped up as she forces your hips back and forth on her dick. and then after that she makes you ride her, and then the position she knows you're obsessed with: her fucking you while standing up.
"a-abs! abby! oh my god!" your throat is sore as her fingers grip the meat of your thighs, the force of her bouncing you and thrusting her hips up getting you closer and closer to euphoria. your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back, doing anything to avoid the way she's looking at you like you're some goddess she's been blessed to witness.
"just a little bit more baby. cmon, tell me how much you love it."
"i do! fuck abby, love it so much."
"love what, honey? you can do it, know you can. god you're so perfect."
your mind is hazy with the feeling of the strap hitting that sensitive spot inside of you with every bounce of your hips and her words that you barely even register her demand, groaning when she bites at one of your tits that have been bouncing in her face.
"tell me what you love. please, please tell me."
"nghh, love you abby! fuckin love your dick so much!"
"that's it, thaaat's it pretty girl. let everyone you're mine, that i'm yours-"
you're pretty sure she kept talking after that, but the rush of your orgasm deafens every sound and lights your body on fire, only able to feel the high and the cum leaking down your thighs. you go in and out of consciousness but come back to when you're both back in bed, abby pulling you onto her chest and she rubs a soft hand down your back.
"love you." you mumble, snuggling into the warmness of her.
"i love you too, y/n."
"'m sorry about earlier."
"me too. promise that i'll tell you whenever i'm feeling down. or when i'm dealing with a douche."
"me too."
you get the best night's sleep you've had in years.
in the morning everyone seems ecstatic for the holiday, ready to share their gifts with each other after breakfast. you decide to join in helping to cook, which gets you a crazy accusation from jordan saying your helping is just 'sitting on the counter so abby has something to look at while you drink a mimosa". whatever. abby is standing between your thighs and talking to you about her new workout schedule when owen and manny walk into the room, manny bidding you a sly 'good morning' with a smirk as owen grabs water from the fridge.
"hey owes, can you hand me one?" abby asks, her fingers drumming on your thigh as she uses the other to catch the bottle he tosses to her with a polite smile. your eyes are following the action suspiciously before abby is for some reason keeping a grip on the middle of the bottle as she opens it so the liquid spurts onto a bit of her shirt.
"ugh, abs! wait a second." you start to move off the counter when she holds your hips down.
"its fine, babe. i'm used to things squirting on me, anyway."
your face scrunches up as you smack her in the shoulder, your face hot as you hear jordan and manny cackling like hyenas and owen chugs down his water. abby just presses a loud kiss on your cheek.
other than your friends constantly teasing you, nora whispering a 'love shack' in your ear when she walks behind you in the living room, the day really is perfect. when the sun sets everyone is exchanging the gifts they got for each other. leah got jordan some necklace he's had his eyes on, manny bought mel some earmuffs after hers broke a month ago. some of them teased you for having surprisingly thoughtful gifts despite having a heart of only half-thawed ice, making you only reply that you weren't past taking the gifts back.
and then you open the gift abby got you and nearly cry; a custom snow globe, inside two mini figures dancing on a mountain of snow, one wearing skis and the other wearing skates. the she almost does the same with the corny 'cooking for two' book you bought her and the limited edition version of her favorite novel.
its a night full of warmth and laughter, and once it ends you find yourself standing out on the balcony, looking out at the lit lights of the village and the lifts on the slopes. your phone is in your hand and you open the text messages to your dad.
tell everyone i said merry christmas. its going to take me time to mentally heal enough to train. but if you're willing to do it with me then i'm in.
"hey, it's fucking freezing out here." abby opens the slide-apart door and comes up beside you, wrapping her arms around you to look out at the view with you. "are you ok?"
you sigh, turning to admire her. the redness of her cheeks, the tiny snowflakes in her hair. the way she's looking at you.
you nod your head.
"i'm on top of the world."
fics keep getting longer to overcompensate allah take me now. spent so much of yesterday aka my birthday writing this omg but it was so fun to write a more developed reader. uhhh idk stream cobra by megan.
#the last of us#tlou#tlou x reader#abby#abby anderson#abby x reader#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson smut#hockey!abby#skier!reader
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Chaewon (Lesserafim) as Your Girlfriend
Requests:
"Hi! I was wondering if you could do Kim Chaewon (former IZ*ONE/Lesserafim) as your gf? She's my ult and gahhh <3 and also Yiren from Everglow as ur gf as well? I love your page so much!!!!"
"Can I request for IZ*ONE Chaewon as your girlfriend?"
"I saw from one of your post that you have some IZ*ONE request...If you have time please do the Chaewon as your girlfriend.. I JUST CANT- LIKE HER RECENT PHOTOSHOOT IS SO🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥"
"can you do a dating izone chaewon please?"
A/N: these requests have been in my inbox for so long they all say izone instead of lesserafim.... now THAT is a reality check
- C
it all started on a rainy day at hybe, chaewon was running late, soaked from the rain, and just generally feeling under the weather
she walked into the company, her mood sour, knowing she had meetings upon meetings to get through before she could take a break
but when she walked into the first meeting room, she was introduced to you, the new intern. and let's just say her mood turned around instantly
the way your nervous smile made her heart flutter, the way you were too shy to make eye contact OHHH SHE WAS WHIPPED
she found herself looking forward to what she previously saw as boring meetings just so she could be around you and your infectious energy
n long story short, there was no way you were gonna say no once THE Kim Chaewon asked you on a date
i feel like a first date with Chaewon or a 100th date with Chaewon is just as romantic, like girlie is busy as hell so once she really gets to take you out she will treat you like royalty
and of course you do the same, but if you try to argue over who pays the bill her fiery side will quickly make an appearance
the snappy side of her personality mostly makes you giggle, you know she's trying to be threatening but she's just too much of a cutie patootie for you to feel any real fear
or when she's angry at someone else but immediately softens up when she sees you, doing a complete 180
so for times when things get stressful at the Lesserafim dorms, the other girlies just call you over to tame their fearless leader when she's stressed out
because your personalities mesh so well, you're really the only person that can calm and mellow her out the way you do
BIGGGG CUDDLER
morning cuddles, midday cuddles, evening cuddles, night cuddles. all the cuddles
i think she's more of a lil spoon but generally just loves being wrapped up on your arms and facing you or lying on top of you
the kind of girlie to keep trying to get even closer to you when it's not even physically possible (being close to my partner is not enough i need to be inside their skin core 😭)
big on matching pyjamas too
lazy mornings spent watching movies, chatting, drinking tea, just generally enjoying each others time and company
Chaewon is more of a night owl, you two often take spontaneous trips down to the Han river, the moonlight keeping the path bright as you walk around the scenic park
it's something about feeling alone in the world with you that gets Chaewon's heart racing, like it really makes her feel like she's find her lifelong partner
loves loves LOVES taking you to events n showing you off
less of a secret relationship girlie and more of a heyyyyyy this is my partnerrrrrr you should all look at how gorgeous they are but not too much or ill fight you 🥰
also not a fan of long distance. she loves to bring you to any and every work event you can come to as she just hates being away from you for too long :(
which also means you get to become besties w the Lesserafim girlies too. which basically means becoming Eunchae's 5th adoptive parent LOL
photos photos PHOTOS. all the time hehe
snow days in winter!!! every year you challenge yourselves to make a bigger snowman than the year before
hot choccie nights are a must, and Christmas movies even when it's like. April or something 😌
10/10 great kisser. and she KNOWS it
shutting u up with the most mind-blowing kiss >>>>>>
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coming home from work to find out Shiro has eaten through every pair of socks you and chaewon have ever owned
but you can't get mad because that's Chaewon's baby no matter WHAT
"oh shiro U ate my socks?? good boy here's a treat 🥹🥹🥹" while you stand there dismayed,,, wondering how she can be so forgiving when it comes to that menacing fluffy cloud
decorating your new house together so it turns into a home, a place where you two can find comfort and be reminded of the other person even when you're there alone 🥹
coming to all Lesserafims shows >>>
which means getting to see Chaewon's "dododok" live. and then getting to tease her about it forever after hehe
Chaewon is also really happy to find someone who accommodates her busy lifestyle and supports her dreams no matter what, she never thought she would find someone so patient and understanding
so she does her best to support you through everything you do too, truly a power couple through and through 😌😌
board game nights w lesserafim >>>
but also <<< because they're all so competitive at least one of them WILL flip the table and walk off
meanwhile you're just happy to be there like 🥰☺️
chae always doing her best to talk to you in English but it's just things that Yunjin taught her... she just tells you that you "ate with no crumbs" 24/7
she is so pupu. the end
#chaewon#kim chaewon#le sserafim#lesserafim#girl group scenarios#girl groups#kpop girl groups#kpop girls#kpop reactions#girl group fluff#girl group headcanons#kpop scenarios#girl group reactions#kpop#lesserafim x reader#lesserafim fluff#lesserafim chaewon#lesserafim scenarios#lesserafim fanfic#lesserafim imagine#izone#izone fluff#izone scenarios#kimchaewon#chaewon x reader#kim chaewon x reader
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𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
„𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑?”
CW;; general content. afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. teen!geto, teen!gojo, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.88K
dark mode recommended
do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; since christmas is on monday,, why not make a themed story with the non-sorcerer hater?? in his teens ofc. hope ya enjoyyyyy reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D
another note: trying a new layout 😵💫 i’ll see if i like it or not.
“satoru, no..” geto rolled his eyes. it was christmas time. a chilly saturday afternoon and suguru was going to cook a christmas dinner.
a ham (which he told himself that he’d buy on his own), yams, macaroni and cheese, dressing. whatever popped into his head to cook…another thing for him to groan at when he was struggling to follow the directions. and gojo attempting to bring his nonsense into his home wasn’t gonna solve anything.
“why nottt? you’re bringing that girl over, why can’t i come?” gojo asked. geto wasn’t really listening, he was in the middle of feeding his snake, suguru, which he named after himself because he couldn’t think of anything better and eventually, he thought the name fit.
“geto?”
“ah, sorry. like i said, no. you’ll make a mess and you’ll have kay all pissed off because you keep pulling on her tail. then you whine when she scratches you.” geto finally replied. kay was geto’s fluffy white cat with blue eyes. she loved being around geto and anyone else who he willingly brought around…but with gojo it was a love-hate relationship.
“she jumped on me first..” gojo trailed off. geto sighed, still holding the phone up to his ear. he knew that if he kept denying gojo of stopping by, he’d probably just pop up without his permission anyway.
“hurry up and get here.” geto said a bit sternly despite the small smile on his face. “and would you bring me some saké? i ran out last night.”
“on my way!” gojo beamed before hanging up. geto adjusted his sweater and shook his head as he placed his phone down on the counter. the slim male would put his hair up into his usual ponytail and begin to take everything out of the cabinets that he needed to cook.
kay would meow a bit loudly over the clanging of pots and pans, assuming that she’d get some food too.
“right…” geto sighed. “gimme a second.”
quickly, geto walked over to the cat feeder that he ordered off amazon a couple weeks ago and pressed the button to dispense some food and immediately, kay ran past him to eat her food.
the male felt like he was already about to go crazy because of all the things he had been doing at once. turning on the speaker, geto would turn on a song that he remembered that you recommended to him. he loved hearing your recommendations, even though he never listened half the time and he’d play it off like he forgot.
‘no one knows’ by brent faiyaz began playing from his tv and geto was already enjoying himself while he had been waiting on you and his second guest. he’d light a cigarette as he vibed to the song playing from his tv, sliding around the hardwood floor in his socks.
“one stick of butter…three tablespoons of flour…” geto mumbled the ingredients you wrote down to make macaroni, his index finger underlining each word as he read.
as geto began to cook, mixing ingredients together and tossing the partially finished product into the oven, the doorbell rang. he was kinda hoping it was gojo since he was getting thirsty. his choice was incorrect though. upon his snow covered doorstep, he saw you all bundled up in your cute puffy winter coat, grey scarf with a matching hat.
“hi,” you smiled at him as you stepped into the house, gently stomping the snow off your boots on the carpet. geto hugged you and gently kissed your head.
“hey, you been okay?” geto asked as he’d walk back into the kitchen. you take off your coat and everything you’ve been wearing to keep your warm and put it up on one of the clothing hangers in his closet.
“yeah, i’m fine besides nearly sliding off the road from the ice,” you chuckled. kay rubbed her head against your leg, greeting you before walking off. “you?”
“i just woke up not too long ago. i wanted to hurry up and cook before i forgot and i starve to death.” geto answered. you follow geto into the kitchen, and the place already smelled nice. this was normal behavior for geto though. he always kept things clean and smelling good. he’d freak out if someone (gojo) stepped on his carpet with his shoes on.
“you wouldn’t starve to death. you know i’ll come bring you something to eat…my family cooks still.” you say. geto nodded, barely listening to you as he quickly grabbed out some cups, expecting some saké when gojo made it there.
speaking of gojo, the front door swings open and a freezing gust of wind blows through the house. geto’s head snapped over to the front door and his pupils retracted out of pure shock and slight irritation.
“close the door, dammit.” geto shouted. gojo sprung through the door holding a brown paper bag and shut the door behind him.
“i’m here!” gojo said in a sing song tone.
“hey, jack frost.” you chuckled at gojo’s goofy entrance into your boyfriend’s home. it was a bit funnier knowing that geto was already sizzling in irritation.
“about time,” geto grumbled before snatching the bag from the icy haired male and peeking down into the bag. he pulled the glass from the bag and saw that it wasn’t exactly what he asked for. he sighed.
“i said saké not soju. and what the hell is this?” geto pulled out a treat that was wrapped up and a small paper bag.
“same difference…and it’s kikufuku,” gojo smiled, “i bought one but they gave me two extra. pretty interesting coincidence, huh?”
“you’re a pain in my ass already.” geto huffed, taking a bite out of the sweet treat. he raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying it. the male held up the treat to your lips, which you would take a bite out of also. it was pretty good. you were expecting to hate it.
“go sit on the couch. don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, just relax. i’m going to the store to go get a ham.” suguru instructed to gojo but he already had a feeling that gojo just wouldn’t listen.
“yes sir.” gojo put his thumb up before he’d pour himself some soju in one of the cups that geto had set out on the kitchen island and walked to the living room.
geto turned to you, taking a small drag from his cigarette. “you wanna go with me or do you wanna stay with …” geto pointed over in gojo’s direction. you smiled and nod.
“hey, i’m still here.” gojo shouted.
“shut up and drink your soju.”
twenty minutes later, you and geto arrive at the supermarket. the place was busy and geto wanted to be home as soon as he got the ham. while geto wanted to be in and out, you were wandering around, your eyes sparkling at the christmas decorations but grimacing when you saw the amount of krampus christmas cards on the shelves.
“ew..” you mumbled at the ugly art before walking off to find something else to entertain you. after a bit of walking, you found yourself in the bakery section. it smelled amazing. a bunch of fresh cookies and cupcakes were set out on the shelves and you couldn’t help but pick up a couple boxes. surely geto wouldn’t care.
“you’re gonna eat all this?” you heard a familiar voice say. you turned around to see geto who had been holding onto the shopping cart that had a bag, which you assumed was the ham.
“well, no. i was thinking that we have a little christmas party. all the food you’re making isn’t gonna be enough for just you and me…and gojo if you even invite him over for dinner.” you suggest. geto hummed.
“no.” he said bluntly. “eat all that stuff and share with gojo…you know how much he likes sweets and all that other junk.”
you sigh, knowing full well that geto would say no. as much as he liked being festive, he wasn’t going for a full on party. not at his place at least.
“you know what…i’ll think about it.” geto said. he didn’t wanna be a grinch but he also didn’t feel like looking at your sad and mopey face for the rest of the day because he said no to a christmas party.
your eyes light up and a big smile stretches across your lips before you hug geto tightly, obviously excited. suguru sighs but he smiles a bit himself. he couldn’t lie, he did enjoy seeing you happy. why not give your idea a chance?
when you both arrived back home, geto fumbled with the keys for a moment, his hands aching from the cold. when the door was finally unlocked, the cold winds rushed through the door, pushing the smoke that was coming from the kitchen out of the way. geto wasn’t worried because he didn’t smell any burning food. it was probably his incense.
geto was shocked. so shocked he almost dropped the food. he was able to hold onto it. the house was a bit of a mess. suguru was gone out of his terrarium, gojo was nowhere in sight at the moment, and kay…well she was fine. she was sitting on the cat tree looking more annoyed than choso on a wednesday morning.
“satoru!” geto yelled as he placed the ham down onto the kitchen island and began walking around the house quickly to find gojo. “i’m gonna kill him.” you heard the black haired male mumble as he checked each room…even the storage room.
gojo emerged from the dining room with suguru hanging around his shoulders. he had been wearing his round sunglasses and that white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up. the male lifted his hand and pulled the glasses down from over his eyes.
“oh. hey guys.” gojo smiled before geto took off his shoe and threw it at the other, aiming straight for the head. you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard the sound of the shoe hitting gojo’s head then bluntly hit the floor.
“satoru…” geto began, “what did i tell you when you first got here?” his teeth were clenched together and he had a smile on his face that obviously wasn’t very friendly.
“um…you said,” gojo paused, thinking of what was said. gojo knew better but he just wanted to make geto even more angry. “you said look at shit, touch shit…and don’t relax.”
“that isn’t what i said you mono-brain celled monkey.” geto hissed. he’d walk over to gojo, taking suguru off of his shoulders and returning the snake to his terrarium.
“you’re lucky i’m not gonna make you clean up.” geto grumbled before pouring himself some of the soju that he swore up and down that he didn’t want to drink because he had a taste for saké instead.
“seriously?” gojo raised his eyebrows before being hit in the head with geto’s other shoe.
“get your ass in that living room and clean this hell hole up. and do it right!” geto glared at the icy haired male but his yelling and angry looks only made gojo laugh.
“okay okay, i’ll go clean. don’t drink up all the—”
“move it!”
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
⋆｡࿇ ·࣭࣪̇˖ 𖦹°༅༚
#jujutsu kaisen#choso kamo#𝐾𝑂𝑇𝐴 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸𝑆 書く#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk choso#jjk#anime#choso x black!reader#jjk x reader#choso x reader#gojo x black reader#jujutsu gojo#gojo x y/n#jjk gojo#geto x you#jujutsu geto#jjk geto#geto suguru#geto x reader#jujutsu itadori#yuji itadori#gojo satoru#jjk x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#gojou satoru x reader
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Welcome to HP Yuletide Bliss 2023!
Hello, hello, we're soon opening the Christmas season! Are you excited?! I most definitely am! 🎄
The formula stays the same as last year, but the prompts for December dailies are very fresh, and I hope you have fun with them! As usual, tag me if you promo them on tumblr, and I’ll share them! Let’s spread some love 🥰
Prompts and fest rules below!
The event is hosted by @girl-with-goats 💚
Fest Rules:
You can pick up any of the two prompts for the day or combine them or skip a day altogether.
You can write as many stories as you want.
There’s no word limit, no minimum or maximum.
Write whatever the heck you want with whatever characters you want.
You can change the dates of the prompts.
The only thing not allowed are AI-generated works.
Please tag me when you post the story <3
You can post the stories to the collection here and/or tag the event on Tumblr.
Collection name: HP_Yule_Bliss_2023
Collection link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/HP_Yule_Bliss_2023
Prompts:
Parents/children relationship | “I love your drawing. Is that a cat?”
Only one blanket | “We’re not sharing that. It’s mine.”
Dressing up | “You’re not wearing pyjamas.”
Christmas with pets | “Well, the Christmas tree fainted.”
Christmas argument | “Do you even hear yourself?!”
Last-minute Christmas shopping haul | “I didn’t expect to see so many people. I did not predict that—”
Gingerbread cafe latte | “It’s a perfect mix of sweet and bitter! And the cream just has the perfect texture, see? Just try it!”
Being (love)sick on Christmas | “Just how many tissues does one need?”
Winter ball | “It’s like magic.”
Baby, it’s cold outside | “Stay home with me.”
Warmth | “Are you cold?”
Patience | “Wait for me!”
Reindeer tracks | “We’re going to look for reindeer tracks and wait for Santa to come!”
Fairy lights | “They are shimmering!”
First snow | “My car is not working because of all this snow.”
I gave you my heart | “And you broke it.”
Gift-prank | “How about the floating mistletoe?”
Season of love and understanding | “I might find my Prince(ss) Charming!”
Santa brought me you | “Oh. Hey. What are you doing here?”
Starless night | “How is Santa supposed to come if there are no stars carrying his sleigh?”
Gingerbread House | “No! It’s not for you!”
Grinch | “I hate Christmas and you won’t change my mind.”
Sleighing | “Well—I might have some new bruises, but I had fun. Really. Thank you.”
Meddling | “No, I’m not spending Christmas with him!”
Cider | “You’re getting a bit drunk, aren’t you?”
Christmas Cards | “Wait, who is it from?”
Poinsettia | “Looks ugly. Uglier than mistletoe.”
Christmas Market | “How about hot chocolate?”
Christmas traditions | “It’s a tradition!”
Magical mistletoe | “I have something to tell you.”
The clock striking midnight | “Is it midnight already?”
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oh god i loved your jealousy writing with Kokichi, that was amazing i cried 😭 im requesting smth thats self-insert 🙏 and also I've requested this prompt before for someone else I was following but they're prolly busy 🥲 so sorry for the "copy request" in a way 🙏🙏
(kokichi with a s/o that's also a great liar) in which they struggle to differentiate their own lies and feelings for other people (I have a hard time realizing I genuinely like people and it takes me a long long time to even manage to tell someone I love them out loud)
more details;; I've been struggling a lot more with dealing with my habits, I'm more of a pathological liar than compulsive, i just have a hard time coping with my behavior from time to time and I start to self-deprecate mentally
thing is, i feel like he would totally hate my behavior 💔💔 wondering just how he would put up with someone like me, in a established relationship (I have no idea what genre it should be but could be hurt/comfort or general fluff, you decide 😭🙏) sorry this is so long lmao 🥲
—— kokichi ouma with a s/o who’s a pathological liar
— 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ( read the request ) kokichi with a s/o who can’t differ between their lies and actual feelings for others.
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff
— 𝐜𝐰 : none?
— 𝐚/𝐧 : I AM , and repeat , SO SO SO sorry if i messed this up. feel free to request again if i did, cuz the delivery of what i did is kinda -,, re - read it once.
kokichi knew, before you two established a firm relationship, that you were good at lying.
he definitely had a hard time picking out what was a lie and what wasn’t a lie, and during those times he grew emotionally attached.
the only thing that he was worried about was the fact that your lying was sort of an instinct and hard to pick apart. that you did it without any reason, that you and him were similar in a few ways.
this meant that distrust could ruin the relationship, and kokichi was not going to let that happen, from you or him.
so he had you promise ( as well as him ) to be completely honest to each other, or at least tone down the deceitful behavior when around the other.
so, usual conversations would be something like : “ sooo, did you like my cooking?~ ” and then you’d reply with: “ haha, no. ” … “ I mean - yes. yeah, i actually do.” and so trust and loyalty grew stronger in the relationship.
before the relationship, though, you two would tease each other a lot. and prank each other.
you’d pranked him once by faking a confession for him. it worked, but something inside you bubbled. like you were speaking from the heart.
you swore you could see a faint blush growing on kokichi's face.
you could feel your heart pang when you broke the truth to him, his face for a second growing sad, before breaking out into a smile and saying, “ wow, you really had me for a second there! buuuut, you’ll have to try harder than that. ”
you felt something for kokichi — you didn’t know if it was love or something like that, but you felt something.
like a warm feeling sprouting, or excitement whenever you were around him. it felt nice.
it felt like the sun blaring on you during a cold winter’s day, or the heater in someone’s house turned up to the max during a snow storm.
of course, you thought it was all in your head and that these feelings didn’t exist. it was just another lie to yourself, that kokichi made you feel this way. even so …
when you asked shuichi about this ( in a somewhat rude way ) he came to the conclusion that you liked, no, loved kokichi.
kokichi was having the ( sort of ) same problem. was he really falling for you? you wouldn’t like him back, would you?
and it took a long time for you or him to confess, but finally, kokichi did end up confessing.
his confession was the most uncharacteristic you’ve ever seen him, stuttering, blushing lightly, like who the heck is this?
but you, after lots of hesitation, agreed. and then he kissed you.
that gesture filled you with emotion. you now belonged with kokichi ouma, your lying counterpart.
during the relationship, whenever kokichi suspects you’re lying, he says the usual, “ i HATE liars ” thing. of course, he could never hate you, but it’s the way he was self taught to get someone to tell the truth,, as well as some other forms of communication from him.
you both are quite the pair with pranks on your unsuspecting classmates. you got them the first time SUPER well, making them think you both did ‘ it ’ with each other. lmao get fooled
whenever you’d lie about disliking his clingy actions or over exaggerated mushy behavior, he’d continue doing it. that’s the only lie he can easily see without confirmation.
also definitely validates you. if you gave him a gun loaded with self affirmation praises and love, nothing that would hurt you, he’d use it all on you.
he knows how hard it is to live like this. after all, he’s almost like you.
something big to worry about was disloyalty, cheating. of course, you both trusted each other well. but there were those moments that seemed pretty suspicious, especially when kokichi was trying to prank you with it. let’s just say, that situation was a stepping stone and you two banned cheating pranks from ever happening again.
overall, i think kokichi would help the two of you grow as a pair, to help each other be more honest and understanding - as well as pick apart feelings from lies and misconceptions about others.
trust me, both of you are mega liars. and God couldn’t have put together a better picture than two who would help each other out through their struggles.
please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.
#danganronpa#drv3#kokichi ouma x reader#danganronpa drv3#danganronpa v3#drv3 killing harmony#danganronpa imagines#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#fluff#kokichi oma#ouma kokichi#drv3 kokichi#kokichi ouma#killing harmony#danganronpa kokichi#kokichi oma x reader#lying
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Ellie and You relationship headcanons ༺♥༻
Ellie X fem reader
Warnings: Some smutty mention 18+
Info: how you and ellie met, work together and all that stuff ^_^
|| Before the relationship
• You arrived to Jackson years after Ellie had already been settled in.
• At first, you didn’t pay any attention to her and was just there to support your dying parents.
• Ellie and you had gotten paired up for patrol one day, it was in the Winter, every inch of the ground covered in snow.
• Ellie saved you from a rotting corpse falling on top of you and ever since then you’ve been obsessed.
• You would pretty much stalk her, would always ask Joel or her friends where she was.
• Kind of childish lol. You would stare at her until she looked at you and then when you would get back to your home, you’d write her name all over your journal, you’d fantasize about her lips, her arms whatever.
• It was the first crush of yours that felt real
• At the Jackson dance, you finally had some courage to approach Ellie who was just standing there taking sips of her drink.
• She looked so effortlessly beautiful, hair tied back in her signature bun, and a flannel….. like always.
• You stood beside her silently and she smiled at you, complimenting your bracelet.
•Your face, bright red, you swallowed your fear and looked her in the face. “I.. want to see you.”
• Ellie looked confused, all attention on you now.
• you realize how dumb you sound. “I mean like be around you more…i like you?”
• Ellie blushed and you two began seeing each other much more frequently
||During the relationship
•Ellie fell fast, immediately partnering herself up with you for patrol every time.
•She became all about you. Seriously. Every chance she got she’d bring you up and go on and on about you.
• The two of you always spent time together it seemed unhealthy at first to everyone else.
• She loved cuddling you and being the protector in the relationship
• She would never let you go on patrol or outside of Jackson in general without her, even if you two spent all night arguing.
• Arguing was very rare though, you or her must had done something to really piss off the other which was very unlikely.
•Ellie isn’t good at communicating so you’d have to pull everything out of her.
•You can’t function without her attention.
• You love your space and so does she but you two make time to shower together at least twice every week.
• After showering, you two would cuddle on Ellie’s bed and cozy up reading her fav comics or watching old tv shows or making out, ending up having sex.
• the love you two had for each other was hard to describe but it was truly passionate and beautiful.
||Sex
• Ellie always loves being in control.
• You’d be pinned down just taking her strap
• it turned her on so much hearing you whimper, feeling u shake and seeing your boobs just bouncing all because of her.
• You two had sex frequently. There’s literally nothing else to do lmao.
• Your favorite position was missionary, Ellie being passionate, jamming into you and kissing your neck. Or when you would straddle her and ride her fingers while she sucked on your boobs, complimenting you every so often.
•Her favorite position was any that made you scream. She loved knowing the power she had over you.
• The two of you fucked anywhere lol. Mostly at your shared little place though. Ellie hated it anywhere else bc usually you would have to be quieter than usual.
• Ellie is possessive, but in a cute way.
• She would always grab your ass or your thighs or give you little kisses on the cheek.
• She is very touchy, the two of you can’t be around each other without touching even a little bit.
A/N: something random :p
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 (𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒)
─── The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. But Obi-Wan manages to make it warmer.
Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader
Contents: fluff, established (secret) relationship, obi being cute, bullying Ani, one suggestive joke, no beta, 1.2k+
Notes: Takes place sometime during S1E15 :Trespass of the clone wars :) also here’s the original request
“Marker… this a joke.”
The frigid cold of Orto Plutonia was more tenacious than predicted. It swept underneath clothes, chilling and biting at the skin with its coat of frost and endless expanse of snow.
Her hands, she concluded, were the coldest. The gloves the Council had issued were thin, allowing for dexterity to properly yield her saber, but provided no warmth. Her jacket, yet lined with artificial fur, did little overtime to shield them from the wind as she shivered at the bone-chilling gust of wind ruffling through.
She lowered her chin into her scarf and coat, only glancing over to Obi-Wan who shuffled closer to her as Anakin proceeded to complain.
“One. Hilarious. Joke.”
She curled and flexed her fingers, noting how numbness settled into them.
“Argh! Blast!”
She and Obi-Wan turned their heads to shoot Anakin an amused look, but he doesn’t seem to notice, only staring out over the frozen field, looking forlorn.
A series of muttered profanities spewed from him – face a blotchy pink as his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Anakin did a poor job fighting the shivers racking his body.
She would have laughed at him had her face not been frozen into a similar grimace.
“Something the matter?” Obi-Wan asked, amusement lacing his voice.
“I’m not in the mood for your teasing right now, Master.”
“It’s an honest question. Maybe it’s something to do with how violently you’re shivering.”
“Ah, yes,” Anakin drawled, “must be because of the sun.”
“It is lovely out.”
Harsh and howling, they fell silent when the wind hit them again as they trekked further across the horizon. Anakin could be heard sucking in a pained breath and the sounds of fresh snow crunching under their boots. Even Obi-Wan turned his back sharply against the breeze, shielding both of them while several clones in the distance huddled closer together for warmth.
Anakin groaned loudly, pulling the hood of his jacket further down to shield his face. “Why is it so kriffing cold!”
She was foolish that it was impossible to get any colder than she already was and with a cloud of breath bursting out from her along with a laugh.
“Perhaps it’s because it’s winter,” she shot back, fist curling and uncurling.
A pointed elbow knocked her in the side as he grunted something inaudible.
“Have I mentioned that I hate you?”
“The Jedi cannot hate, Anakin,” Obi-Wan breathly exhaled.
She, however, found herself smirking. “Not since Naboo.”
“Oh,” he drawled, “I’m long overdue then.”
Obi-Wan forced down his smile while keeping his eyes fixated on the building they’ve been monitoring, senses alert and mind ready for impending danger.
“Okay,” Anakin hissed out dryly. He spun around, looking at the General as he slowly began inching his way back down the fill. “I can’t do this. I’m going to see if the Senator or droids need me.”
“May the Force lead you to some warmth, then,” Obi-Wan replied, only to hear Anakin spout how the Force can ‘stick it,’ much to his dismay whose only response was another wearily sigh.
Both Jedi cast one look back towards Anakin’s disappearing outline before reflexively turning towards each other. They drew closer, walking in companionable silence until more violent winds halted them in their tracks.
“Let’s finish securing the base,” he said hurriedly.
Never had she agreed to an order faster.
• • •
Time was easily lost.
They had spent hours making certain the security around the perimeter of the abandoned Republic base was stable and void of any suspects. But even inside it felt colder: the damaged heat generators broke down with long-disused fireplaces.
With what was left, the day eased into dusk as exhaustion wore down on her, the mission becoming far more violent than originally intended.
She pulled herself into a secluded room and stared out to the open sky, catching a glimmer of streaking starlight and letting tranquillity settle through instead before shifting into a meditative state.
Perhaps it was the calling of her name or the unwelcome chill engulfing the little bare skin still exposed, but she snapped out of her reverie as Obi-Wan stepped in, closing the door behind him and stood by her side.
Silence fell around them for a long, blissful moment, letting the stiffness roll from their shoulders.
He turned to her eventually, giving her a thoughtful look and murmuring, "I’ve been looking for you.”
“I tried to find somewhere warmer.”
By her side, her fingers twitched: burning from the cold before rubbing them together in hopes to convert the friction into warmth.
Instinctively, Obi-Wan reached to grasp one, pressing a kiss over her knuckles.
“I told you to pack warm,” he muttered, pulling her close to his chest. She watched his mouth curl upwards.
He beckoned her into his arms, feeling the hot air brush against the nape of her neck while he dipped his head to press a kiss to her jaw and cheek. A shiver thrilled down her spine.
“We could always share body heat later.”
Obi-Wan sighed with a low humming laugh that managed to break out a few giggles from her.
And yet, he continued to observe her with a faux-skeptical arch of his brow, standing beside her with cross arms as though he wrestled internally with a sort of dilemma. He looked at her with a strange intensity and she felt just the slightest brush of his signature against her own.
His fingers raised to tip her chin up, tenderly letting his hand brush against her cheek while his azure gaze greeted her.
“I want to show you something.”
Slowly, he tugged off his gloves before hers – not without protest – as his hands cupped hers into a ball. His eyes fluttered shut as he concentrated: the Force around them shifted, pulling out something deep within Obi-Wan.
A small gasp tore from her.
A flicker of warmth materialized in the space between them while his signature flowed outwards. It ebbed away at the cold filling their bodies with warmth and he continued to emit light.
Like this, with the little light still left to reflect off the blinding white snow, it glinted off strands of his auburn hair and made them burn like gold.
“Better?” he asked, eyes fluttering open with a slight pink hue on his cheeks.
As the cold released her from its hold, her body relaxed into his warm embrace. She could feel her hands again, that dull numbness vanishing the longer he held them.
“Better.”
He hummed and like muscle memory, Obi-Wan briefly let his signature expand out, checking for anyone close before leaning in, pressing warm lips against hers and sliding his hand down the base of her neck.
It was soft, without urgency, and everything felt like an unravelling of heat – open-mouth kisses that held no meaning other than just being content to be near each other, to simply have something just for them at that moment.
She kept breathing him in, feeling her head swim and body effervescent.
It was only the sweeping cold that managed to work past the walls and barrier of warmth that stopped them. Obi-Wan’s signature flickered intensely, feeling another wave of warmth wrapping around her dotingly.
“You have to teach me that one.”
He gently pressed his forehead against hers.
“I don’t know. I like holding you like this.”
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what are your sea fairy headcanon
I don't have nearly as many as I do with Wind, but Sea is my second favorite Legend so I'd say I have a good amount lmfao
- Her curse only works when she isn't in water; if she lets go of her sword under water she'll be fine but if she does above water she'll freeze
- Her hair and dress are made of water, but she somehow doesn't get everything around her wet
- She has a strange relationship with the cold; her favorite season is winter but she hates being cold
- She loves the snow but hates ice as it reminds her too much of her curse
- She made her coral crown and her sword herself
- While she's generally calm and quiet, she can be chaotic around the right company
- Her favorite time of day is night time
- She has a beautiful singing voice but rarely sings
- She knows how to sew
- She knows how to sword fight and is quite skilled at it
- She is skilled with ranged and close combat attacks, though she prefers ranged
- She added little gems to her crown after becoming close with her friends (Moonlight, Fire Spirit, and Wind Archer)
- While she usually stays around the Tower of Frozen Waves, she is aware of everything and everyone in her ocean
- She has a very high cold tolerance; it is possible for her to get cold but it takes very cold temperatures for her to feel it
- While her hair is made of water and cannot tangle, she still needs to take care of it as coral, shells, and other miscellaneous items can get caught in it sometimes
- Despite spending most of her life wishing to reach the moon, she is closer with Wind Archer than she is Moonlight; they're both very close friends though
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A Hoard of Hatred || Muse Dislikes
Stolen from: dear Coyote, @void-foxy
Stolen by: You!
The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley
muse name: Elizabeth Irene Riley {haole-fied}
least favourite nickname: Beth absolutely hates being called Liz or Lizzy. It began with the Admiral when he needed to call her something other than "the girl" when he had to speak about her. Which she thinks is ridiculous, he was the one who insisted she be named after his mother and grandmother, respectively. Her mother had already chosen a name for her. One that had meaning, purpose and was a nod to their Kanaka roots. Later on in life other people have called her by those and it feels like a fork being dragged against plates.
least favourite season. Asking Beth which is her least favourite season is like trying to teach a pig to sing ~it will only frustrate you and make the pig mad. Autumn is her first love; the fire-leaves remind her of Pele, but less angry, less destructive. She loves the quietude that settles in, the rain-soaked afternoons, the excuse to make some coffee or tea and snuggle up under a blanket, while it's still warm enough to enjoy the daylight. Winter is a close second because this is when you get your best surfing weather. It encompasses many of the family holidays that brings people together. Summer gives her the most daylight which is important when you're still afraid of the dark. If she has to choose, then it's probably spring. An increase in people's allergies, stress, people doing stupid and disgusting things on Spring Break.
least favourite: hot or cold? Hawai'i lies just below the Tropic of Cancer and tends to have balmy temperatures. Beth finds the mainland to be entirely too cold most of the time. She prefers hot coffee and tea. She likes her showers and baths somewhere in the range that other people call "flesh melting". And while she does find snow to be a fascinating phenomenon, she dislikes cold in general.
least favourite holiday: This is a toss-up. Beth feels Valentine's Day has nothing to do with venerating the saint it is named after, and that it has become far too commercialised with terrible chocolate and enforced romance. She feels every day should be lived with love in one's heart and not one day that Hallmark dictates. Beth, instead, chooses to consider 14 February as a celebration of Captain Cook's death. She equally dislikes the idea of Columbus Day. A day romanticised as a celebration of a known slave-monger, a coloniser, and a lie. She prefers to celebrate Indigenous Peoples' Day.
least favourite food: Shark Fin soup. But also peanut butter.
least favourite flavour: Artificial anything. Her sense of taste is so sharp all she can taste is the chemicals, not the flavour itself. She also despises frostings that are nothing but sugar and lard {like the frosting on Lofthouse cookies, or most grocery store premade frosting}
least favourite drink: Moxie. Which is a great thing if you want the lingering, unforgettable taste of the dregs of hell through a much used, never washed sieve comprised of athletic socks and jock straps, then gently mixed with carbonated molasses.
least favourite scent: Roses. She doesn't mind them in a garden but if she walks into a room and smells roses, she will turn right around and walk out again, try and mahalo.
least favourite sound: The Admiral...still breathing. The word "slow" being spoken in the emergency room. Open-mouth coughing. And finally, "I love you."
least favourite TV shows: Beth doesn't really watch television for the most part, as she rarely sits long enough to get through an entire show. However, she hates, in particular: "reality" shows and medical dramas {largely because of the plots and because the actual science/job is so so so wrong}. She absolutely loses her mind over faux-chest compressions.
least favourite area of school: Language arts. Beth has a complicated relationship with the English language. Particularly homophones, homographs, and homonyms. Digraphs ~th in particular~ are the devil to someone who has auditory processing disorder.
least favourite aspect of their job: Where to start? Terrible management. Awful working conditions and long hours, virus exposure, stress and pressure. Doctors who eat you alive and spit you out, and think they are entitled to do so. Emotional Burnout. The horror stories of trauma and ER nursing are vast and lengthy. But Beth thinks the worst part is knowing no matter what she does, how hard she tries...she can't save everyone. If asked specifics, she'll say calling or running a code in paediatrics or the NICU.
least favourite trait in others: Casual cruelty. Microaggressions/passive racism.
least favourite thing to talk about: The Admiral and Iwalani. Andy's death {verse specific}. Herself.
least favourite thing about themselves: ...Everything.
least favourite daily chore: Beth has a housekeeper, a cook, and only really does her own laundry when she needs to. She already knows, you don't have to tell her she's entitled. She does however hate day-to-day dusting because she isn't tall enough to get most of the high places.
.least favourite type of clothing: Anything too tight/restrictive along the legs.
least favourite superpower: Flying. X-Ray vision. Super speed. An entirely engineered super-war suit that makes you think you're a rock-star when you should be thinking on how to improve the lives of those so far less fortunate than you.
least favourite thing about falling in love: Knowing that there's a snowball's chance of it being returned.
least favourite thing about death: That it has to exist to balance life, that it is a natural thing. How unexpected it can be.
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Relationship: Ominis x F!OC
Word count: 1.5K
A/N: I’ve decided to write about a female in Slytherin house that has been at Hogwarts the entire time, story taking place in year 6. I chose to give her a name and a description that will come in to play later in the story, as well as her back story in general and with Ominis and Sebastian, as I plan to write multiple chapters for this specific story I’m trying to get out of my brain. I’ll still do some one offs that will be name and description free for those that prefer those kinds of reads. Until then, please enjoy the first chapter of my untitled work:
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It was only a week before winter break started and you couldn’t wait to go home to visit your parents, with Ominis in tow after finally convincing him to leave Hogwarts and get away from Sebastian for a while. Though they were best friends, they were grating each other’s nerves and you feared the worst if they didn’t take a break from one another’s company. Somehow you had managed to convince him, and your parents no less, to have him at your home over the break.
You looked up from the book that had lost your attention a while ago to see Ominis had drifted away from his book as well, as peaceful as he looked, it also seemed he would fall out of his chair from exhaustion. “Ominis?” You whispered, trying not to startle him.
He jolted a bit, not scared, just unprepared for noise from his side, “yes?” He tilted his head slightly towards you to hear your whisper voice better.
“Should we go for a small walk? I know it’s cold outside, but I think we both could use the fresh air.” You started packing up the books you had on the table.
Ominis nodded softly, “I do believe a walk would do us some good indeed. And maybe some lunch after?”
You hummed lightly at the prospect of food, “absolutely! I heard the house elves are starting to go all out with their cooking since it’s going to be a few weeks before they’re cooking for this many people again.” You both finished packing up you things and headed out of the library towards the closest courtyard.
Walking outside you see a light snow fall beginning, making a mental note to not stay out for too long.
“So, Ominis, are you ready for the break to begin?” You asked, clasping your hands in front of you and swaying slightly as you walked side by side with him.
He seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly. “I am a bit worried about spending time in the muggle world, but I think it’ll be fine as long as I have you with me to help.”
A slight blush rose on your cheeks at his statement and a small smile tugged at your lips. “I won’t leave your side then, promise.” It was his turn to blush and grin this time. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my parents, they are going to love you!” you giggled a bit at the end.
Ominis furrowed his brows slightly, “the break is for Christmas celebrations correct? Does your family celebrate?” He turned his head toward you as you continued walking around the courtyard, you could see the concern in his face.
“Oh, we do, but you don’t have to worry about it. I’ve already bought the gifts for my family. And a few for you.” Your last few words mildly muffled coming through with embarrassment as you spilled the secret you had been holding on to for so long. Damn it, I am horrible at keeping gifts a secret… You scolded yourself before looking back at Ominis, he had a goofy, adorable smile on his face. “What?”
“You bought me gifts?” He asked.
You fumbled with your hands and words at the same time, dumb struck by how cute he looked, “I-I did, it is Christmas after all. A-and I didn’t want you to be without anything while the rest of my family and myself had gifts to open.”
His blush deepened at your words, truly touched at the thoughtfulness you had displayed. “Well, I’d hate to show up empty handed, let alone allow you to share the credit you’ve earned with me, I’ll have to pick up something before we leave, how many people are there again? You and your parents I know, but do you have any siblings or other relatives that will be there?”
You shook your head so aggressively you almost made yourself dizzy, “No, Ominis, you really don’t have to. I got enough gifts from Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley that it won’t be necessary. Truly, don’t worry about it. Especially don’t worry about my stupid brother, he probably won’t even show his face very much while we’re there.” You frowned at the memory of you brother and the knowledge that you’d have to deal with him for a few weeks. “Anyways, we should head back inside, your cheeks are red as can be and I think the snow is starting to fall a bit harder.”
Ominis turned his head away from you in embarrassment, though you couldn’t tell, your mind was elsewhere unfortunately. “Right, it is rather cold. Shall we head to lunch now?”
“Sounds good.” You walked in silence to the great hall and at your lunch. The house elves indeed going all out with the food kept you two quite busy as you tried to sample every dish you could before you were too full.
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The week past in a blur and the first day of winter break had finally arrived and you rushed to get all of your things ready to depart, rushing out of your dormitory to try to find Ominis. Luckily he was already in the common room with his trunk sat beside the plush chair he was sitting in. “Ominis!” You shouted a little louder than you had meant to, but your excitement had gotten the better of you. Unfortunately, it seemed to get the better of him as well as he jumped almost a foot off the chair. You made your way to him quickly, “sorry about that, haven’t said anything all day and forgot how to control my voice.” You chuckled at yourself and you saw a shy grin cross his face as he stood up. “Are you all set to go?”
“I am, I’ll assume you are as well since you’re shouting in the common room instead of your dormitory.” He placed a hand on his trunk as he spoke. You could see he was shaking a bit as he reached to put his hand on a solid surface.
Assuming it was nerves you reached for him, placing your hand on his shoulder, “its going to be fine Ominis, you have nothing to worry about.” You smiled as you spoke so your words came through sweetly to his ears and the tension left his body. “Let’s go get some quick breakfast, I believe our trunks will be brought to the front gates for us.” He nodded meekly at you, his hand hesitating on his trunk, a little tension returning to his shoulders. “You can bring it with you if you want, but the stairs might be difficult since you won’t be able to use both hands to pull it up. I’d just leave it for the house elves to move, they are incredibly proficient with levitation charms you know. I’ll be leaving mine behind as well.”
Ominis reluctantly let go and proceeded to the door leading out of the common room, you not far behind.
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After eating a light meal of toast and some fruit you walked side by side with Ominis to the front gates of the school. You found your trunk right away and helped Ominis find his. You had to leave the school grounds to apparate away and that would be the fastest way to get as close as possible to your families home. Unfortunately for Ominis’ sake you couldn’t just apparate directly into the house. You walked through the gates and stood off to the side looking at Ominis’ face trying to ready yourself, you’ve never apparated with another person before. “Ready?”
Ominis nodded timidly. You could tell he was shaking under his jacket. He looked nice in civilian clothes you noted. Shaking your head you grabbed his hand. “It’s fine, I’ve got you, I won’t leave your side. We’re going to be in a wizard underground to begin with, we’ll board a train there that will let us out in a muggle station. Then we’ll hop to a different one just on the other side of the tracks and we should be able to stay on that one all the way to the little town my parents live in. It’ll be pretty easy, promise.” You squeezed his hand slightly and he gave you a nervous smile. “In three… two… one.” The grip on your hand tightened exponentially as you sounded off the last number and your feet left the ground.
Another small note... As the story progresses there are some similarities to other fics out there, I promise I'm not stealing other's ideas, I have been trying to change my original thoughts so it doesn't come off as too similar, but it may still seem that way. If it bothers anyone or anyone thinks I'm taking their ideas please just let me know and I'll take the story down.
Anyways, I really hope you all enjoy this beginning chapter! All input is welcome!
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"You should tell him"
Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku no Hero Academia
Relationships: Mr.Compress x OC; slight soft DabiHawks
Characters: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako, Female Original Character, Himiko Toga, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Hawks | Takami Keigo, Tomura Shigaraki | Shimura Tenko, Spinner | Iguchi Shuichi, Twice | Jin Bubaigawara
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1138
Other tags: League of Villains as Family, Feelings, New Year's Celebrations, Snow
AKEMI BELONGS TO @aka-lambda!
Merry Christmas, I'm so happy I met you! ❤️🌿🍒
“You should tell him, you know”
A young, high-pitched voice wormed its way through her thoughts, making her look away from the man’s distant shape to focus on the girl who stood next to her, her wide grin still visible on her cheeks even with the soft scarf around her neck.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she replied, her face suddenly hotter and redder despite the winter night’s chilly air, more self-conscious than she’d been just a few moments before.
The girl ignored her protests, huffing her breath over her gloved hands, her golden irises not really transfixed on their family, somehow lost and far away.
“You’re the luckiest among us all” she continued as Akemi had never spoken, rolling on her heels while the others’ screams and voices lightened up the atmosphere at the deserted temple.
Something uncomfortably similar to a pang of guilt clenched at the quirkless’ heart.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, as much as I love being in love, it’s not always as easy as I make it seem having my dear ones far away” Toga explained after staying silent for a bit, a sad sigh shaking her small figure. “Nor is knowing they probably hate me because of my love language” she added, her voice low and shy, almost a murmur. “I’m not the type to lose hope, and I’ll keep pursuing Izuku-kun and Ochacho-chan until they finally love me back, but waiting for a chance to even see them is so hard sometimes”
Akemi kept quiet, studying Himiko’s expression from the corner of her eye and hiding herself a little bit more in her own scarf, her rainbow tresses dangling softly around her.
“Sometimes I really envy you, Akemi-chan. And them, most of all” she added, pointing towards two lonely people in the distance with her chin. Even from their far away spot Hawks’ massive red wings were more than visible, quivering gently as Dabi’s long, warm fingers caressed through ruby feathers. The hero leaned in towards the arsonist, not minding their surroundings in the slightest as the two of them rang the bell and offered their prayers for New Year’s. The contact was barely there, but there was so much intimacy in that tiny gesture that Akemi had to turn her eyes from the couple, her chest tightening.
“I know Dabi-kun doesn’t trust Hawksie completely yet, but they’re still trying, every day, to be themselves around each other, to be real and truthful with each other despite their differences”. Another sigh. “What I’m trying to say is that you and Mister don’t have any of these problems. You’ve always fought for the same goal together, you don’t have to work on your trust issues with him to make sure he won’t betray you, and surely you won’t be on opposite sides of the battlefield when war comes, so what’s stopping you? Is it because you’re afraid of rejection?”.
Himiko furrowed her eyebrows, as Akemi found swallowing extremely hard, her pulse thundering in her own ears. “You’ll never know if it’s impossible if you don’t tell him, won’t you? Maybe he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings now, but that doesn’t mean you won’t ever be together. Maybe all he needs is a chance to look at you differently, men can be so oblivious sometimes!” she sounded exasperated now, but it was a good change from her rare dim mood. “Besides, I think the two of you would make a great couple! You’re both so funny, and you were both told your quirk - or lack thereof - was something to be ashamed of, something useless. Still, I would have never met Izuku-kun and Ochaco-chan last summer if it wasn’t for Mister, we wouldn’t have taken revenge on that Overhaul piece of shit for Big Sis Magne’s murder, and you were there too all along. You’re such a great support to us, Akemi-chan, and you’re family. Don’t ruin your chance at being happy, don’t let their voices convince you they were right about you, okay?”
There were so many thoughts in Akemi’s head she found herself unable to even open her mouth, so distracted by Toga’s words she didn’t even notice the girl crouching and moulding a snowball in her hands. “If you don’t wanna do it for yourself, do it for me, at least!” she chuckled once again, her expression now devoid of any trace of dreariness. “I love a good romance!”
And then, without another word, she flew towards her friends, shooting her snowball straight towards Jin’s face and smacking it right in the centre. Jin started chasing her right away, her laugh silver in the air as she jumped on Spinner’s shoulders and instructed him to run away from the man as her valiant chariot. The gecko loudly protested but humoured her anyway, and even Tomura was slightly smiling in the shadows, observing the scene next to an amused Atsuhiro. The sight of the magician made her gaze slip towards Dabi and Hawks again, but they weren't at the sanctuary anymore, probably distanced themselves from the group to have some privacy.
Himiko was right. Of course she was, so why couldn’t she bring herself to confess to the man she loved? Was she really such a coward? Frustrated, she trailed her eyes to Atsuhiro, and this time she found that Sako was already looking at her too, a smile on his mouth that grew wider when their irises met.
“Come over, c’mon” he mimed with his thin lips, gesturing for her to cross the snow field of the temple courtyard, and she graced him with the same mirthful expression. Maybe today wasn’t the day she confessed to Atsuhiro yet, but she wouldn’t be such a fool to waste a chance to stay beside him.
At some point, from the village at the base of the hill, a cascade of fireworks skyrocketed upwards, exploding in a myriad of colours across the dark, cloudy sky, and the League stopped their games to look at them. Toga and Jin darted to the front of the balcony, pointing at the lights with enthusiasm, Tomura and Spinner stayed in a corner, quiet but visibly relaxed while Dabi and Hawks joined them from behind, their fingers intertwined, one of the hero’s wings barely draped over the arsonist’s shoulders to keep him close.
“Happy New Year, Akemi” whispered a familiar voice near her, and she almost leaped from her skin, her cheeks as red as the fireworks. Atsuhiro was still looking at her, a delighted smile on his face, his eyes as gentle as his words.
Then and there, Akemi swore to herself she wouldn’t hide her feelings from him any longer. Maybe not tonight, but soon enough, before her heart collapsed from them.
“Happy New Year, Atsuhiro” she replied lightly, shy and joyful.
Yes, soon.
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For Sorina: 4, 5, 7, 10, 13 & F
Oh boyo this is a lot lol - HERE WE GO!
4. How easy is it to earn their trust?
She's the type to keep people at arms length (unless she's using them), but if you show her a bit of kindness that she is not used to, her trust can easily be gained that way.
5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?
Depends. If it was someone she was already keeping at arms length, pretty easy, but if it's someone she holds close like Oswell - it's a different story. If he shows her that she can't trust him in certain areas, then she won't tell him about it, won't keep him close there. She tries to protect herself and her relationship with him by doing so, but that also isolates her from him too in some cases.
7. What triggers nostalgia for them most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?
The smell of the mold, the smell of food, the crunch of snow. Anything that reminds her of the village brings up sour memories. It was a place she ran from and she'd rather not go back (too bad for her though because I'm the author and I'm making her lmao)
10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?
Not necessarily a lie, but her biggest regret is not telling Albert Wesker that she knew the infection was a ploy created by Oswell. He hates her for it in the end, trying to put some semblance of blame somewhere. She tries to make up for it by telling Elena Winters the whole truth, by giving herself over to the BSAA for the Winters family sake. She's tired of feeling like she has blood on her hands and doesn't want to make the same mistake twice.
13. What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?
Neutrals, mauve pinks, deep reds, and teal. Yes, she looks fantastic in all of those lol.
F) What do you feel when you think of your OC?
I answered this already for generally all of them, but specifically for Sorina - I feel a bit of pain for her to be honest. She's gotten a lot of hard aspects of my life in her (escaping bad situations, having the children she cared for get sick/die, weird culty shit, wanting to make everything alright but can't, etc.) and really it's just my way of expressing it through her. I do love writing her though, I feel a lot of pride in attempting to write a character that goes ALL the way back to the beginning and seeing where it leads them in the end. It's been a lot of fun ngl lol.
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love 1-10 for joelclaire? :3c
Who said "I love you" first, and what was the situation?
Claire did! Joel made the first move in terms of admitting romantic feelings and initiating their relationship so I like the idea of Claire being the one to take it to the next step. I think it's a nice, simple domestic moment for the two of them. They're making dinner together or cuddling in bed right before they fall asleep and Claire just ever so softly says it - like she's afraid if she says it too loud something bad might happen.
What are their primary love languages?
Claire prefers to receive her love in acts of service and physical touch! She's a little awkward/not good at being verbal about her affections so she depends on physical things like touch and acts of service to get her point across. She grew up with a mother who was a very typical housewife too and so she grew up seeing acts of service as a primary way of expressing love. Joel definitely likes quality time together. It doesn't have to be anything special, he just values being around those he loves. Prior to the outbreak, I think he wasn’t able to spend as much time with Sarah as he would have liked to due to working a lot to support the both of them and that kind of informs a lot of how he shows love later on in life. I think ironically considering his prickliness he really hates being alone as well (I mean...Tommy, Tess, Ellie, etc he always has someone with him he cares about). I also just think he's a physical person and gives good hugs 10/10.
Who uses the cheesy pick-up lines, or does corny gestures?
Joel is king of corny pick-up lines are you kidding me!!! He just loves to make Claire smile and little things like that always get her.
How often do they cuddle or engage in PDA?
They cuddle and touch pretty often when its just the two of them and maybe a little bit around loved ones/family (holding hands, chaste kisses, etc.) but they're pretty subdued about that kind of stuff in general. The feel very protective of their relationship - not that they’re not secure in it more so that a lot of it is just for them. They’re also not young and bold anymore and feel the need to Show Off.
Who initiates kisses? Where is their favorite spot to kiss each other?
Joel initiates it more often but Claire loves kisses too ofc! Joel loves to kiss Claire on the top of her head and Claire loves to kiss Joel on his palms/the heel of his hands or his neck (not necessarily in a spicy way her head just kind tucks there automatically during hugs and she gives lil pecks).
What are their favorite things to do together?
Anything really! They're attached at the hip even if they don't wanna admit it. Watch movies, sit on the porch together and read/have a drink when the warm weather comes, go out on patrol or hunting or just for a ride. A lot of the time they take their watches together too. Joel and Claire are both good at cooking as well and love to cook with each other/for their loved ones.
Who is better at comforting the other? How do they usually comfort each other?
I think they're both great at comforting each other because they both struggle with similar demons. A lot of the time they just sit together. Cuddle. Make each other food or tea. They don't pry or ask questions but make sure they take care of themselves.
I think in their lives they've just gotten to a point where they just...weather through things. They've been through so much there's no real hope of...sorting through it all? That sounds really sad but it's more so that they just weather the storm, take comfort in each other and the good things in their lives. It isn’t really feasible or realistic that they like...go to therapy and talk things out every week :’)
Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?
Physical affection! Although, Joel can be a sweet talker sometimes ;) Claire gets very blushy when he does which Joel adores.
What reminds them of each other?
What reminds Claire of Joel: horses, winter snows, coffee, flannel, the warmth of being wrapped in a quilt by the fire, Johnny Cash, Ellie :).
What reminds Joel of Claire: also horses lmao, doggies (especially Ace), pies (any kind of baked good), leather boots, the smell of leaves in the fall, certain country music stars she loves, bow and arrows.
What do they like best about each other?
I think above else they love that the other can understand what they’ve gone through. Everyone in the world has some kind of trauma of course, you can’t live post-apocalypse and not but Joel and Claire very much are two sides of the same coin in some aspects. They understand each other. They bring a kind of peace and acceptance to the other that they haven’t really found. They belong when they’re with each other and there is no judgement.
Claire loves how much Joel values the people he loves. She likes how protected and safe she feels with him. Claire has always sought that out in partners - the feeling of safety and security. She likes that Joel brings her more into the community and thinks about how much Dale (her long time friend and mentor who sadly passed a few years prior) would like him for that. Claire loves the way Joel loves, how protective he is, how he would set aside everything to make sure the people he loves are okay.
Joel loves how strong Claire is. She’s been through so much, even more than he has in some cases, and she’s still here living. She’s independent and strong and he loves to be that safe space for her. He loves to see the soft spots beneath her armor; her love of country music, love of cooking and baking, the way she talks to Ace like he’s a person :’), the way she blushes when she drinks or when he says something so sweet its cavity-inducing and the way she tries to learn how to knit and sew when she has a broken arm because she can’t stand staying still, loves to see her open herself up to love and community.
Joel and Claire are very much on the same trajectory in terms of development. They’re both trying to make sense of this new life in Jackson and heal from things they can never talk about. While they do, they lean on each other.
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Hii can i request 🐇 twisted wonderland Matchup?
I'm female, she/her my horoscope is leo and my mbti is istp 5w4 548
I'm very laid back and prefer to go with the flow of life but sometimes come off as ego-centric and domineering. I have to admit I’m a lazy person who prefers having a leisure more than anything else. I mostly spends my time as a stoic and a calm person and i might even come off as apathetic towards the world around me [even tho I’m not]. I’m usually perceived as being insensitive because i generally prefer to deal with emotions in my own head rather than openly [and somehow I'm still well liked?!] tbh I often think I’m above others, yet I am always willing to acknowledge that I’m a total piece of shit [very rarely tho] Sometimes i have fantasies and ideals that I want to start creating or becoming but i myself a reality check and let the dream fade away. I’m very innovative but still choose the practical route a lot. It’s easy for me to create goals and envision the end results but it’s ridiculously hard for me to remain committed to the process. I have a very big ego but one word alone is enough to destroy it. I'm very playful and if I believe I'm right I'll passive agressivly fight you to prove my point [even if I'm wrong]. Like i said i have hard time committing to something i loose interest, motivation and get bored rather easily.
Likes: i like cats and snakes i would love to have one as a pet, horror genre, greek mythology, Japanese urban legends, analog horror, listening to true crime, listening to music, my favourite genre in music is indie and alternative rock, i love spicy food, i enjoy having deep conversations, philosophy, psychology, ancient Greek and roman history, i have love hate relationship with sea food especially cooked fish.
Dislikes: i dislike dogs [I don't hate them i just can't bring myself to love them], sweets, those soap operas my grandmother watches everyday, when people make chewing or drinking sounds, when people baby talk or when grown adults are acting like a literal child, those "protection squad" things, when people [besides my parents] tell me what i should and shouldn't do, "you should smile more :-D" ;-; no, quiet places [i can't sleep in quiet room], heat I'm naturally very warm and i swear easily so I can't stand heat, unnecessary physical contact especially during summer, i dislike winter and snow.
Hobbies: there really isn't anything I'm passionate about but i enjoy reading, listening to music, watching horror movies, watching analog horror videos, listening to true crime.
🐇 | I've decided to match you with...
☆ Jamil really appreciates your calm personality. It's such a breath of fresh air from when he has to deal with Kalim.
☆ He's also not too much of a physically affectionate person. The most he'll do is hold your hand in really large crowds so you don't accidentally get split up. And if you aren't comfortable with that, he doesn't mind just having your pinkies intertwined. Sometimes he'll give you a kiss here and there, but won't do it unless you're okay with it.
☆ His form of affection lies in acts of service. He'll make you your favorite meals, take care of you when you're sick/hurt, etc.
☆ He's not afraid to call you out if you say/do something wrong. Although he does love you, he's not going to baby you. He'll do nice things for you, give you encouragement, and hear you out if you ever need to rant/vent. He hopes that you'll call him out and encourage him as well.
☆ Jamil enjoys learning about different histories with you. He actually finds them very interesting. Sometimes he'll even get different books to binge. And then when you're done, you both can talk about what you read, kind of like a mini book club that doesn't happen regularly.
☆ He understands that you can't stand the heat, so whenever you both go on dates, he always goes to you. He won't make you walk around in the desert outside the Scarabia dorm. If you ever do end up going somewhere hot, he brings lots of water and/or your favorite drinks. He'll even bring you something to block the sun from your eyes, it doesn't matter what you need. He will prioritize your needs.
☆ He also enjoys reading. There are definitely times where the two of you will be sitting next to/across from each other in the library, just listening to music while you're doing your own things. With the occasional conversation here and there. Jamil really cherishes the time you both have together, whether you're talking or not. Just your company alone is enough for him.
The Other Choice(s):
Malleus: He won't give you any physical affection without your permission. But he also enjoys chatting with you about philosophy! Maybe if you allow him to/take an interest, he'll tell you all about the valley of thorns and the history behind it. He can talk about the different stories Lilia used to tell him as well. Anything that interests you, he will try his best to try it as well!
Jade: He would enjoy watching/reading about different crimes with you. Jade is also the type of person to do things for you, and he's a (semi) gentleman, so he won't go past your boundaries!
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A/n: Hello! I really hope this was to your liking! If you there's something you don't like/don't like the matchups, please send me another ask and I'll try again. Thank you for requesting. Have a nice day! ^^
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Relatable Christmas/Winter Pinterest Posts [True or False]
Created by joybucket
I’m tired of people acting like the Grinch is not relatable.
Christmas lights are so magical. 🎄
I can’t wait for Christmas and December in general.
I love rain, but I don’t like being in rain. 🌧️
I just want a pink Christmas. 💖
I love snow so much. ❄️
Am I the only one who prefers winter over summer?
Christmas is the best holiday. 🎄❤️
I am the type of person to wear Christmas pjs to school in November.
Yes, I listen to Christmas songs in the middle of the summer. What about it?
I’m already listening to Christmas music. 🎶
Why is it so embarrassing to send out my Christmas list?
I can’t wait to make gingerbread houses.
I miss how Christmas felt when I was younger.
I hope Christmas feels like Christmas this year.
Christmas is going to be Christmas-y this year; I just know it.
Christmas is literally the best thing in the whole world–behind Taylor Swift, obviously.
I’m so excited for winter. ❄️
I’m praying it will snow this winter. ❄️
I have better style in the winter.
I literally love everything about winter and cold weather. 🥶
I have a love/hate relationship with hot chocolate.
I hate that Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas anymore.
One of the best gifts we can give ourselves is time alone with God.
I want someone to gift me flowers so bad. 💐
Money CAN buy happiness.
I love crocheting. 🧶
I’m not sure what I want to for Christmas this year.
Hot cocoa is better than coffee. ☕️
I’ve never seen snow.
I love holiday shopping so much.
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