#a little christmas-y gift thing because i can't do much more than this and i wish i could and i'm sorry that i can't

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: They meet you in the hospital

"She's dying," The nurse says to Ingrid.

The club had arranged for the team to go to the local hospital a few weeks before Christmas to give out gifts to the sick kids. Ingrid had enjoyed it greatly, meeting the children and their parents but she still needed a moment to herself.

She couldn't just keep the smile on her face when she saw the children walking with poles attached to wires or the little toddlers who had lost their hair due to chemo.

She had slipped into this hallway to get some respite, only to stumble across the only room that was filled.

Your room.

You've got a little placard hanging on your door, with your name written on it, covered with kitten stickers and smiley faces.

But you don't look smiley at all.

"Dying?" Ingrid echoes.

"Dying," The nurse replies," This is the cardiovascular wing."

"Her heart then?"

The nurse is solemn as she nods. "Her heart." There's silence and then," Would you like to go in and meet her?"

Ingrid's tempted to say no. You're tiny in your hospital bed and she's not even sure if you're older than five. It seems wrong for the nurse to say that you're dying.

"y/n?" The nurse says," This is Miss Ingrid."

"Hi, Miss Ingrid. Are you another doctor? Have you brought me my heart?"

Ingrid almost bursts into tears at the way you're looking at her. She shakes her head. "Sorry, honey," She says," I'm a footballer, not a doctor."

"That's okay," You say," Football's cool too."

Ingrid takes a seat at your bedside. "Very cool."

There's a solemnness in the ear as the nurse tinkers with some of the devices around you.

"Do you like football?"

You shrug. "I'm not allowed to play." You look down at your bedsheets. "I'm not allowed to because it'll make my heart go boom-boom too much. It's okay, I guess."

You look so sad by yourself and it makes Ingrid ask after your parents.

"I'm a..." Your brow furrows as you think of the word.

The nurse helps. "You're in care, aren't you?"

You brighten. "Uh-huh! My care worker's trying to find me a family so I can leave and wait for my new heart at home! I've been asking Santa so it should come soon!"

Ingrid's stomach drops. You're so small and so innocent and the one thing you've asked Santa for is a working heart. "I'm sure he's working very hard to get you that heart."

Ingrid very much hopes that the doctors are working very hard to get you a new heart.

"My heart now is alright," You continue," When I was littler and I was found at the fire station, I had a little hole in it that the doctors fixed but my heart was a little mean and didn't like the scar so it started going boom-boom wrong and now I've got to get a new one."

"I'm sure you'll get a new one very soon." Ingrid just knows that she's going to break down sobbing as soon as she's left, though she can't bring herself to walk out the door just yet.

"I hope so." You pull down your hospital gown to show the mess of wires connected to your body. "Because then I can get these out. They track my heart."

Ingrid spends the rest of her time at the hospital with you and, when she finally leaves, she knows immediately that she'll be back.

She brings Mapi her next few visits, warming both of you up to each other before she asks the question she knew she'd be asking the moment she walked out of your room.

Mapi is more than happy to fill in the required paperwork and spend the money to get your heart stuff into the apartment.

The day you come home with them is perfect.

Mapi brings you up on her back, careful of the little monitors that doctors have given you to track your heart clipped to your trousers. Ingrid opens the door.

You greet Bagheera and you sit in front of them on the floor.

They'd had your room ready for weeks now, just waiting for when you get home.

You're still weak and sickly but you're strong enough to wait for your hospital at home with them.

You take medication twice a day. They go into your room at night to check your monitor. You go everywhere with them, to training, to the shops, all the way to the beach and back.

You doze easily on Mapi, your arm splayed out as she runs soft fingers through your hair.

"What did the doctors say?" She asks softly as Ingrid re-enters the room.

You'd all just gotten back from your weekly check-up where they took scans and did tests on you that they had been waiting on everything to come back.

"The same as usual." Ingrid sounds defeated as she crouches by the sofa in front of you and Mapi. "She still needs a heart. She's stable enough for now. They're thinking about putting in a pacemaker or something called an ICD but those mean surgery. They said it could weaken her too much that if a heart comes along soon then she might not survive another operation."

Mapi's hand freezes in your hair. She wants to scream or maybe even cry. You're so little and already so sick.

"Is it bad," She says quietly," That I just want her to get a heart? I know that it means that another child will have to die so she can get it but..." Her throat closes up and she chokes out the words. "I don't care. I can't bring myself to care about that other child if it means she survives. I just can't. I know that we've only had her a few weeks and I know that the likelihood of her getting a heart is slim but...but-"

Mapi has to stop talking because tears are running down her face as she stares at you, so pliant and quiet on her chest as wires poke out from under your shirt to the little device that's checking your heart rate.

"I get it," Ingrid says," I want her to get that heart too."

For the most part, you're able to do exactly what other kids your age do but it all comes to a head the day of Patri's Christmas Eve party.

You're a bit more tired in the morning than usual and your whole appetite has tanked. You're a little shaky and your hands are super cold so you get put in a warm Christmas jumper and a hat and scarf for the walk to Patri's.

Ingrid and Mapi are loath to let you wander around Patri's apartment but you end up sitting in a group of the girls playing Uno and Keira lets you play on her team.

You're happy with them all but Mapi and Ingrid still hover nearby.

"How is she?" Alexia asks, sipping at the one alcoholic drink she's allowed herself tonight.

"The same," Mapi mutters back as Ingrid excuses herself to take a phone call from your doctor.

It's weird that he's calling so late but Ingrid will happily take a call from him at any time of day when it comes to you.

"I'm glad she's got you two," Alexia continues," She's such a sweet kid. God forbid anything like this happens to my kids."

Mapi smirks. "What? Seeing my kid's got you feeling all broody? Trying to copy me?"

Alexia rolls her eyes. "More like she's got Olga feeling broody. Honestly, they only met once."

"Olga's a bleeding heart," Mapi replies," You'd look cute with kids."

"You certainly do," Alexia compliments," You're more relaxed, you and Ingrid both. Are you going to adopt her?"

Mapi's face suddenly feels hot and she tears her gaze away from you for a moment. "I know it's early," She says," But we're already trying to sort out the paperwork. We're going to get through Christmas and see if a hea-"

Your monitor beats erratically, a loud sound that can be heard even over the music Patri's playing. You slump a little against Keira's side (much to her horror) and your eyes flutter closed for a moment.

Mapi barrels through everyone to get to you. You're still awake (barely) and your monitor displays that your heart is beating in an abnormal rhythm.

Mapi breathes out a sigh of relief. While not ideal, your heart does this sometimes and, just like now, it takes you a few minutes to go back to normal.

A crowd of the team have converged around you and you pathetically faceplant yourself into Mapi's neck with heavy, laboured breaths and grip fiercely onto her top.

"Great news!" Ingrid says as she enters the room before stopping as all eyes dart to her," What happened?"

"What news?" Mapi asks tentatively, still holding you close.

She's beaming again as she crouches down in front of you and rubs at your cheek. "Santa's brought you your heart."

"He's early!"

"He is!" Her eyes are a little wet as she puts your hat back on your head, pulling it down firmly. "How about we get to the hospital?"

You go into surgery within the next few hours.

When you wake up on Christmas morning, it's to Mapi and Ingrid at your bedside and a brand new heart from Santa.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Six: Geralt of Rivia + Germlins

What had been a planned trip away for the holidays had turned into precisely the opposite. While you were getting ready to go down to the local pub with Jaskier and Geralt, Geralt was nowhere to be found.

"Jaskier, where is Geralt?" You ask; he gives you that look, the one that tells you Jaskier knows where Geralt is and will probably say to you because he'd instead want Geralt's wrath than yours coming down on him.

"You better tell me where he is!" I wanted to let you know that you demand Jaskier. Fear streaks over his face, and he rambles to get his words out of his mouth. "He went to do a job; someone came looking for him, and I told them he was here." Your face drops, and you can't tell who you're more made at.

Jaskier had exposed to pretty much the whole little town that Geralt of Rivia was there and that he was open for work or that Geralt had taken the job in the first place, knowing that you were all there for a vacation away from monster hunting.

"Fine, we are going to get him back." You say with a serious face, "What do you mean?" Jaskier questions you, "We are going to get him back to celebrate and have fun before we have to return to Kaer Morhen." Jaskier nods, so the two of you get on to go find Geralt.

You'd think it would be harder to track him, but all you have to do is follow his name's snarls and groans when you get further out of the town. "Geralt!' Jaskier starts to shout his name out into the woods. You can practically hear his eye-rolling at Jaskier shouting his name.

"Geralt!?" Your voice echoes in the woods, "Y/n!" You can hear Geralt shouting your name. Playing a game of marco-polo, you find Geralt in a relatively tight situation. Caught between a rock and about twenty little dirty-looking monsters. "what the hell happened?" YOu shout to your boyfriend. Geralt groans. "I- I went to get gifts, and I was fucking ambushed by these things," Geralt calls back.

Your thoughts are taken over by the idea, and imagine Geralt carrying a handful of gifts for the bunch of you to celebrate a holiday, which you know he doesn't care for but will do anything to make you happy.

"Can you daydream later, honey, and help me the fuck out!" Geralt shouts. You roll your eyes and huff out a dramatic sigh, but you gather yourself and get to work slaying the little, cute-looking monsters surrounding Geralt. Once they have been taken care of and your hands are interlocked with Geralts, you ask him what he thinks they might have been after.

"To hell if I know what they wanted." Geralt murmurs, "They were kinda cute." You hear Jaskier comment as he trails behind the two of you. "Like fucking hell they were." Geralt counters, nearly snarling behind him. "And they fucking destroyed all the presents I had in my hands, so no, they were fucking assholes." He's not mad, just a little disappointed. "We can always get more before we travel to Kaer Morhen." With a warm smile, you add while staying stuck to Geralt's side like glue.

"Whatever you want, angel." He murmurs as he comes down to kiss you softly on your forehead. Your eyes light up, and Geralt almost backtracks on his words. "I don't want anything besides to have a good holiday with you." You reply, "Hey, what about me?" Jaskier shrieks from behind the two of you, "And you Jaskier."

Completed on: 11/20/23

Posted on: 12/06/23

The Heros-

The Witcher Master List // The Heros Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

[scarletttries]

Night at the Museum (Steven Grant One Shot)

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader

Rating: Pure fluff, gender neutral pronouns throughout :)

Word Count: 1.7k

Author's Note: My Christmas gift to all the Steven Grant lovers, I feel like I've been writing a fair amount Steven smut lately so here a sweet sugarplum fluff for him :) Enjoy, and my requests are always open for sweetie Steven 💕

Night at the Museum (part of my Christmas list)

Glittering decorations, festive cocktails, a beautiful string quartet. Even though you'd insisted that this did not fall under you job description when Donna practically forced you to plan the staff Christmas party this year, you couldn't help but feel a little proud of how well you had pulled the little soirée together. Now there was just one final step to your plan, the reason you had accepted the task in the first place - talk to Steven.

The gift shop employee had caught your eye from the first conversation; his bright passion, his brilliant mind, his obvious sweetness inside and out. After a couple of months curating a new exhibit for the museum, you had come to the conclusion that as beautiful and kind as the man was, he was clueless when it came to picking up the signals you were clearly sending out, and if you wanted to be more than a colleague, and then more than a friend, you were going to have to take matters into your own hands.

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"I know I usually hate Christmas but I can't miss the party!" Steven muttered under his breath, trying not to think too much about the fact that he was confiding in a stuffed hippo from his little counter, because he couldn't talk to his goldfish until he got home. "You know exactly why I want to go - for (Y/n)." He sighed, resting his head on his hand and his elbow against the counter with a smile as he watched you walk through the grand foyer, seemingly unaware of his longing stare as he racked his brain for any excuse to go talk to you. As if you felt his eyes on you as you moved, you glanced over to him, giving him a smile and wave as you continued your march to Donna's office, needing her sign off on yet another tedious matter for the party. As he tried to return your wave he forgot he was using his arm for support, lifting it to wave and letting his face fall right onto the counter with a thud. Steven almost didn't want to raise it again in his embarrassment, sure you must think he was an absolute idiot for the way he always managed to make a fool of himself around you, but as he glanced up he was glad he did, the blushing giggle he could see on your cheeks worth the slight knock to his. As soon as you disappeared around a corner, he went back to his goddess-themed plush toy and their conversation, "So now you see why I've got to go to this party! But I keep looking like a numpty every time they come near me, so I've got to make a plan. What do you think I should say?" He paused as if the toy was going to give him an answer, disappointed when his thoughts were the only thing he heard,

"Well I can't just say I love you to a colleague I've never even asked on a date! I'll look insane! No, I need to play it cool."

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Steven felt decidedly less than cool as he walked into the almost empty museum that night, closed to the public for the staff party, giving him less people than usual to hide behind when it came to the sea of judgemental eyes. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, tugging on his slightly ill-fitting suit and focusing instead on his objective for the evening - talk to you.

You could feel your heart jump a little bit as you heard your name called out over the festive melody filling the air. Steven always said your name like it was filled with excitement and wonder, not like someone he went to work with day after day.

"The museum looks amazing tonight, you did a great job party planning!" He said happily, leaning forward as if he was going to greet you with a hug before doubting himself and settling for a small wave instead.

"Thanks Steven, I'm really glad you came." You replied sincerely, relief that he had actually come tonight boosting your confidence more than a little.

"I never miss a party, me." He lied, frowning as the words came out of his mouth, searching for a new topic before you could follow up on his fib, "I heard your exhibit getting expanded, congratulations! Ancient gemstones right?" he questioned, ignoring the voice in his head suggesting he offer you a diamond then and there.

"Thanks, I can't wait for the new artifacts to arrive, there's jewellery in there dating back to some of the first human civilians." He nodded happily along as you described your plans for the exhibition, thrilled to see you speak with such devotion, proud just to know someone like you, "I always think there's something beautiful about the fact that as long as humans have existed, they've wanted to sparkle." Steven grinned the sentiment, almost captivated by the joy with you approached your work and your life, the happiness that seemed to fill him whenever he got to spend time in your presence.

"Well you certainly do." He offered sweetly, eyes widening in panic as if he hadn't quite realised a compliment was leaving his lips before it was too late. Not wanting to risk sticking around to watch you shoot him down he quickly excused himself, desperately hurrying to a quiet corner to pull himself together. You watched in confusion as he stepped out for some air, mumbling to himself and wringing his hands together as he went, his chest rising and falling intensely as he brought his heart rate back to a safe level, unsure whether to be proud of himself for finally (almost) flirting with you, or kick himself for running away before he could see the fall-out.

You let the party continue to pass, keeping an eye on Steven as he finally plodded back in, reluctantly listening to a rant from Donna and correcting a few people on his name, looking a little bit downtrodden by the end of it,

"Steven. Pst." You beckoned from behind him, leaning against the corner of a long stretch of corridor undisturbed by party goers. He pointed up at himself as if there was anyone else you could be talking to, only taking a few uncertain steps forward when you nodded and used one finger to gesture him towards you. "I wanted to show another Christmas decoration I put up for the party." You explained, the curve of your smile making Steven's heart beat harder against his ribs, grateful and terrified to actually have a moment alone with you. You took a few slow steps backwards as you beckoned Steven towards you, finally coming to a stop and pointing up at the ceiling, hand struggling to hold still with the anticipation.

"Oh." Was all Steven could breath out as he saw the little green branch with its white berries hanging over him - Mistletoe. The first thing you'd dug out when you agreed to plan the party, hiding it far away enough from the foyer that you wouldn't be disturbed. Steven didn't dare move a muscle as you stood toe-to-toe, sure he must have misunderstood, certain you couldn't be thinking what he was thinking.

"You know the tradition for the two people under mistletoe right?" You prompted, the crimson colour spreading across his cheeks as he began to lift his trembling hands enough to make you sure this was something you both wanted.

"To - to kiss." Steven stuttered out, short of breath as you nodded, leaning slightly forward until the tip of your nose brushed softly over his as you did.

"Do you want to kiss me Steven?" You almost whispered, faces barely an inch apart, feeling the heat radiating from him as he nodded, bringing his twitching hands to cup your cheeks as his lips finally closed in on yours. It was soft. Tentative. Like part of Steven still didn't think this could be what you wanted. You brought your hands to his waist, slowly snaking around to pull him closer, encouraging him to apply a little more pressure the kiss. You leant into it, opening your mouth slightly and tilting your head to feel more of his soft, plump lips, slightly wet as his tongue seemed to hover just shy of yours. He let one hand brush over your cheek and fall to your neck, holding the nape of it as if terrified you might disappear if he couldn't feel you, and taste you anymore. You let your tongue lightly brush his, feeling him eagerly respond to your movements by deepening the kiss again, lips moving against yours like he'd never need to take a breath again, surviving solely on the feel of your mouth against his, the perfect fluttering building in his chest.

Finally you pulled away, leaning back just far enough to notice Steven's frantic breathing, the awestruck look in his eye as his gaze danced around your face looking for any sign of rejection before staring back at your lips, the only thing he could picture himself thinking about for a very long time. And then you smiled, and he was sure his heart was going to explode then and there, the affection as you rubbed his lower back and held him close the sweetest thing Steven could ever remember feeling.

"Happy Holidays Steven." Otherwise at a loss for words at what to say to this man looking at you like maybe there should be a museum dedicated to you alone, like you had single handedly hung every star in the sky along with the festive decoration above you.

"You wouldn't be free on New Year's Eve would you?" He asked, attempt at joking betrayed by his utterly pleading tone and the pure elation in his eyes when you nodded. Maybe Steven didn't hate Christmas anymore.

[bi-bard]

Christmas Day - Benoit Blanc Imagine (Knives Out)

Title: Christmas Day

Pairing: Benoit Blanc X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 621 words

Warning(s): not having family/friends

Summary: (Y/n) had started working with Benoit Blanc more and more. When he finds out that (Y/n) doesn't have anyone to visit for the holidays, he decides to reach out and try to make their holiday season a little bit better.

Author's Note: Happy Holidays! I am not one who usually writes Christmas stories, but I thought that this would be cute.

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I was never expecting to work with Benoit Blanc.

He was one of the best detectives in the world. He always seemed like a one-man team that may have been forced to work with others in certain situations. I didn't think that he had any interest in recruiting someone to work with him.

But after working one case with him, he started reaching out more and more.

Slowly, I started to feel like an actual partner. Like we both saw each other as equals.

Which probably wasn't close to true. He was pretty much my boss.

He was a nice guy. A little excitable when there was a mystery, but otherwise nice and honest. A good person.

I don't know how Benoit found out that I didn't have anyone to spend the holidays with. I'm sure that if I asked then I would get some long-winded explanation about how some small thing that I did or said.

I only found out that he knew when he asked me to join him on Christmas.

"What?" I replied, thinking that I must've misheard him.

"I want you to join Phillip and me for Christmas," Benoit repeated.

I was silent for a few moments before I finally got myself to shake my head. "No, no. I can't do that. I don't want to intrude-"

"Nonsense," he cut me off. "Phillip and I would be happy to have you."

I took a deep breath.

"I don't want you spending Christmas alone," he continued. "Please?"

I sighed. "Fine."

"Good," he grinned.

Christmas day, I found myself walking up to Benoit's place and knocking on the door.

"There they are," Benoit cheered as he pulled the door open. I chuckled at him.

He pulled me into a hug. I barely avoided hitting him in the back with the bag that I had brought for him and Phillip.

"Merry Christmas," he stepped back. I said the phrase back to him.

Phillip stepped around him and gave me a softer hug. "It's nice to see you, (Y/n)."

"Thank you for inviting me," I said. I held the bag out to him. "I brought a gift."

"Oh, you didn't need to do this."

"It's the least I could do," I waved him off.

"Well, it's good that you mentioned gifts," Benoit walked over to another part of the room, coming back with a wrapped gift. "Open it."

I chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off.

It was a collection of pens. Nice pens. I traced my thumb over the case.

"You mentioned enjoying having good pens to take notes with," he explained. "There are the best that money can buy."

"You... You didn't have to-"

"Yes, I did."

"I can't accept-"

"You can and you will."

I stammered for a moment before looking down at them again.

After a few moments, I moved to hug Benoit again. He chuckled before hugging me back.

"Thank you," I muttered. "For everything. It's more than I deserve."

"That's not true," he mumbled back to me before stepping out of the hug. "Now, come on, Phillip is quite the entertaining cook."

"Only because Benoit burns everything that he touches," Phillip added.

I laughed before hopping onto the barstool next to the kitchen island.

The night was spent chatting, watching Phillip do most of the cooking, and eating.

They were both so kind to me. It didn't feel like I was a burden or that I was in the way. I felt like a part of the family. It was a new feeling for me, but I really enjoyed it. I could get used to feeling like that.

All I could hope was that I could somehow show them how much that meant to me.

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[sugarsweets9987]

Silly rambles, feel free to read or not. Just thought posting.

Saw a post from someone about SWSH and how it's a little funny coming back to those games and remembering how people complained about them, only for SV to release even worse.

It just brought up a thought for me. SWSH is like XY to me. And I mean this as in you will NEVER catch me whining about them or talking shit about them. Those games, despite their respective flaws, are both incredibly special to me for incredibly different reasons. I'll talk about both of them now because I want to.

XY were my first ever pokemon games. I got Y for my 8th birthday (or that christmas), if I remember correctly, and my sibling had X. I loved playing those games. They introduced me to Pokémon as a franchise entirely, and I still hold those games very dearly despite how everyone talks about how shit they are. I find them wonderful and a really fun trip down memory lane. I seriously hate seeing people so constantly and consistently hate on these games because of how important they are to me, but I get that not everyone feels the same way. These games mean nothing to most people, but everything to me. I wish the games got a little more love.

Sword and Shield, on the other hand, means a lot to me in a different way. Lets start with the innocent fun stuff. I'm going to be honest with you all right here and now; I love Leon. Almost everything about him I love. He's a silly and fun champion who just wants everyone to have a good time. Plus he has a Dragapult. Based. I also love Raihan and Hop. Raihan is just. S+, no notes. I can't explain why I love Hop, but I really just do. His whole arc of wanting to be exactly like Leon, then realizing that's not what he truthfully wants out of life and instead deciding to research pokemon to become a professor instead is just. Super appealing to me! He also probably just gets bonus points for being Leon's brother anyways seeing as how Raihan and Leon are tied for my favorite characters from SWSH lol. Also, all 3 of the starters are awesome. I love all 3 of them. Zamazenta and Zacian are also cool legendaries :) Spectrier too.

Now. On a more personal level. My dad started to play switch games with me and loved to watch me play during the pandemic. We played Animal Crossing New Horizons, Diablo III, Ace Attorney (Trilogy and Chronicles) and Pokémon Shield together. In Shield, he would do whatever he could to get me a pokemon I wanted, especially shinies. I have so many shiny pokemon just thanks to him trading almost all day for me. Most of them are hacked, yes, but I don't care. It was really just the thought that mattered to me. I have a shiny Porygon Z named Jitters that he went above and beyond just to get me. Unfortunately, in 2021 he passed away due to Covid. These Pokémon are. More important to me than ever. Because they were some of the last gifts he got me before he passed. Jitters specifically will always mean the world to me. And I will always name a shiny Grimmsnarl "Mr. Legs" based off a joke I had with my dad about its gigantamax form.

Damn. Now I want to hunt a shiny Scorbunny and name it "Sparky" (one of my dad's nicknames) since that was his chosen starter. I think I'll go start that now.

If you read this. Why? But also. Thank you. Sometimes I just need to talk about this stuff. And why certain things mean so much to me. Anyways. See yall later. Maybe I'll reblog and update this post if I get my Scorbunny.

[mercyxkilling]

i wrote a drabble for @emptyvictory because i had mentioned that i’ve never really wanted to introduce the most important ‘npcs’ in mercy’s life to a whole lot of people, but niko is very much the exception. (i’d happily let others meet them, too, of course, but only once i feel that the relationships mercy has would lead there, and only if the circumstances were just so.) i have another that i still want to do, but this one took a few hours of non-stop writing, so i may... wait for it, unless it haunts me so much that i have to get it out sooner. idk if anyone else would have an interest in this, or in seeing how mercy behaves with her family and how unafraid she is to be a nerd and vulnerable and human, rather than what she always tries to act like otherwise, but it’s here, under the cut if you’d like. i also don’t know if it’ll read as well as i want it to, or if you’ll enjoy it as much as i hope that you do, and i hope that you don’t mind how rambley i can get or the length... and i hope it’s not disjointed and hard to follow or understand why i went into this fact or that, it was all just... out of me before i knew it. i should edit it, but i also want to share what it looks like now in its rawest form, when the emotions were all there and ready to go to spur me into this. not sure if that makes sense, but. i’m doin’ it. i wanted to do something more wholesome and fun and sweet but not without a touch of sad because that’s just the way it works, yo. that’s the life. anyway i’m just all words because i’m finally feeling better and i’m finding more excitement and muse and i’m a;lskdfj okay i’ll stop here IT ACTUALLY IS NOW I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MERRY CHRYSTLER

mercy had always been good with kids. maybe it was because she was, essentially, just a big kid herself. and after finding out she couldn’t have her own, she would often be heard saying that sometimes… she just had to be one herself. it was why she got along so well with her brother’s children, why many would ask her to babysit their own kids, or why sometimes the men in her crew or their girlfriends or wives would come to her and ask her for advice. it wasn’t a thing that she minded so much, though there was something there that occasionally left a heaviness in her chest, or a tightness, too, that at times could feel as if someone had a vice-like grip around her throat. it was a constant reminder of what she wanted but could never have, just one more thing that had been ripped away from her before ever having the opportunity to say yes or no to, the chance to have a family, to be normal. at the time she’d discovered this mercy had lacked the emotional maturity to look at her options, to understand that she could have still had a normal life, could still marry and eventually adopt, but she had been too angry and felt that it had all been so unfair that she didn’t take the time to consider anything of the sort. instead, like always, she let that negativity fester and spread, her rage like a disease for which there was no cure. she had thought back then… why try when every time she had, each thing she would ever want would be taken away from her? what was the point of trying to have the things she wanted if they weren’t attainable from the start? always there would be something. something that would take it all away from her, either before she had it or before she could even start to work her way towards obtaining it. 

her mother had never loved her. she’d taught mercy that instead of being able to look to those you trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to care about you and love you unconditionally, the ones that were supposed to protect you could not be counted on. her brother had taught her essentially the same. their combined disdain for her made her realize a long time ago that she couldn’t rely on anyone but herself and that she’d have to learn to do that quickly, or she wasn’t going to be able to survive.

her father… well. he was gone. and she’d spent years being angry at him for leaving her alone with them, even though she knew that it wasn’t his fault. but grief did funny things to people, especially when you were young and didn’t understand how life worked. not completely, anyway. he’d been her only support, the only one that made her think that she could be capable of doing anything good. he taught her all that he could, tried to keep her on a path that would take her to better places than the neighborhood she’d grown up in, away from the crime and violence and death. away from the drugs or the women who sold their bodies. he taught her that, while he didn’t want that life for her, that she also shouldn’t look down on them either. some of them didn’t have the choice to do anything else. in their neighborhood, the options were limited. he was a cop. he knew how the system worked. he had known who the city took care of and where the patrols went, where the calls came from, and the treatment the people from each borough got. some of those people didn’t have the education to get themselves out and had to feed their families one way or another, no matter how the law was concerned. mercy knew that he wanted to help them but couldn’t do anything other than react. back then, he’d inspired her to try and change things for everyone for the better. to learn the law, to learn how to fight for those people, and to make the changes they needed so her father could be proud, proud that she could do the things that he had tried so hard to change but couldn’t.

but it had been hard to stay motivated to live a different life when all mercy saw every day and was surrounded by were men and boys that told different stories. they were all successful but never seemed to work. and her mother encouraged her that she didn’t have to work so hard for anything when she was as pretty as she was. why bother? there were other ways to do things for people that could still help them. she could make her money, she could earn, and funnel that back into the neighborhood without having to put so much work into going to school and fighting that fight. mercy wished that she’d understood what it was her mother was doing back then and how she was trying to influence her, but she’d been so young, and all she’d known was that her mother was finally taking notice of her.

she’d still went to school, though. mercy just wanted to learn. she liked it. and she needed to know things if she were going to operate efficiently in her life. she needed to know the streets, but also how things worked outside of where she grew up, if she were going to make some kind of mark on the world.

it had all been so confusing, though. her mother still beat her, still seemed to hate her, never gave her enough to eat or supported her, and always favored her brother. but she would, on occasion, show an interest when it meant she could utilize her daughter’s skills in some way. mercy’s quick hands, her lithe frame, her skill at charming others or negotiating, her indomitable will… they were all things that marie had found useful in some way, or just enough that she’d ask mercy to do things for her or some of her many ‘uncles’ or ‘cousins.’ bring this bag here, take this message there, go get that for me, don’t leave without a ‘yes.’ she’d follow orders without question, hoping for love and acceptance, only to be asked to do something else. it was a vicious cycle and a pattern that just would never seem to be broken. when mercy was old enough to finally see it, and grow tired of it, she became defiant.

it was then that she saw just how terrible the wrath of her mother could be, and why she no longer spent any time at home. if mercy did, it was to sleep long enough for a bit of rest and she would sneak out before morning, before marie was up for the day. by then her father was always gone. the city was always in need of the police, organized crime rampant with each family digging their fingers into something and always there were arrests to be made. because her dad was just a patrolman, he worked the streets for petty crimes, constantly pulled to all parts of the city, while his fellow officers were asked to do the more important jobs. because of his marriage to marie, he’d never been given the chance to move up. corrupt cops weren’t new, and some of them were even barring his way from making rank, while the legitimate ones were afraid of what his connections could do to their agency. while he hated that he wasn’t doing more to help, it gave mercy a sense of relief to know he wouldn’t be out there in the thick of it, risking his life like the way his friends were. but again, as always, there were other forces at work, and again, what she wanted, cared for, or loved would always be torn out of her grasp before she could ever truly find a way to appreciate it or know how much anything mattered until it was gone.

her father had been killed. and she was angry. she was angry at him for leaving, angry that their last conversation had ended in an argument, hated herself for her last words being ‘you know what? fuck you, dad.’ the one person that loved her, took an interest in what she liked or supported her in her endeavors on pursuing those passions, the one person that did protect and love her despite all the horrible things she was getting involved in… was gone. and she couldn’t do anything. she didn’t know where to start looking or who to go to. she lost herself in her grief and her rage, and spiraled into very dark times. she wasn’t any good to anyone back then, least of all herself.

it took time to rebuild herself. mercy knew that she hadn’t done a very good job of it, either. she was barely functioning but always doing something, trying to earn, trying to establish herself, trying to keep moving so she didn’t have to think about anything other than what she wanted. she wanted influence, enough to find answers. she wanted wealth, enough to entice others to work with her. she wanted to make her life better and than the shithole that she crawled out of, and if anyone tried to get in the way of that she’d crush them beneath her heel. her methods weren’t the best, and she knew she wasn’t doing this the right way, not the way that would make her father proud, or in a way that would bring the change she wanted back to those she once thought to help, but the further she went along the path, the harder it was to remember a lot of her reasoning. not much else mattered to her.

perhaps that was why, when all four of her nieces and nephews had come to stay for a few days during their break from school, it seemed so shocking to watch mercy’s hardened exterior melt and morph into something much softer. she was an entirely different person, someone that almost seemed… normal. a normal ‘cool aunt’ that built pillow forts or made janky microwave s’mores and played video games with all of them. she listened to each of them when they would talk, though haruka and minato were more focused on their phones most of their time there. but they were older than junko and keiji, moving on and growing up, interests shifting to other things. it broke mercy’s heart to know that she’d not been there enough to see them grow or watch that transition from child into teen, but they were still there, and they still wanted to be there. all of them told her as such. that she listened to them and that she made them happy or feel special, perhaps in ways that their own father did not. it hurt to know that mercy’s brother wasn’t present enough for them, and was appalled to hear of some of the things he would do or say, or the things he wasn’t doing, to keep his children happy. it only motivated her to be the influence that they needed, or the source of joy that they couldn’t seem to find back in their own home. himiko, mercy’s sister-in-law, was a good woman, but she had no backbone. she didn’t stand up to jimmy and his bullshit, and while she loved all of her kids, she wasn’t giving them the aid they needed.

mercy had to step in. but there were actions to take, laws to follow, paperwork needed to be filled out. it was going to be a process. and at that current point in her life, mercy knew that staying with her wasn’t safe enough for them, either. it brought her a new kind of pain, but one that was also a little familiar. it was the feeling that, try as she might, and no matter how badly she might have wanted something, she just wasn’t enough. something had to change, and it had to happen fast. these kids needed her. but she wasn’t even sure how to start.

lost. she was lost. again.

but she would hide that, and hide it well, until she could address it properly. right now they needed her to be what she had always been. someone to make them feel loved and cherished.

it was a little weird, though, that niko was there while she was doing it. he was free to come and go as he pleased, and she would always offer that to him, but mercy didn’t know if she was ready to show him every side of her or introduce him to every aspect of her life. it would be a danger to them both, and to all of the children, and it might have been too much too soon. she knew she loved him. she knew she wanted him around and that she was happier when he was there. but was he ready to know all of this? did he want to? kids were difficult to deal with, even the best-behaved ones. having four of them to entertain all at the same time was an affair, to put it mildly.

the fact that he hadn’t just left seemed to tell her that he was at least trying to know more about her, but she didn’t know how to read him. he looked as lost as she felt, but also awkward and unsure. before she could make her way over to him and whisper in his ear a reminder that he didn’t have to stay, junko had snuck her way over to him and slapped a paper on the coffee table in front of him. she and keiji had been finger painting with mercy’s help and it appeared the little girl had taken enough of a shine to him that she’d made something she wanted him to have.

“for you, uncle niko.”

and she shyly hurried to make her way back to her aunt and hide behind her, while still peering around the older woman’s side to see niko’s reaction to what she’d given him. she was embarrassed yet excited, still not quite old enough to the point that she could actually really talk about what she wanted to convey or to want to talk at all. mercy was curious to know how this would work out herself, but she also didn’t want to just gawk and make him feel even more awkward than he probably already felt. and while everyone was ‘uncle’ to her nieces and nephews, she worried that the implications of ‘aunt mer-mer and uncle niko’ would hit harder than anyone had ever meant it to. (ugh. mer-mer. now niko had heard them call her that, too. how embarrassing.)

she needed to shift the attention away from him somehow, so he wouldn’t panic and feel stared at, or to hide any reaction that he might have that would have been seen as somehow unfavorable. junko wasn’t the best artist, and she didn’t want niko to force himself to act in a way that suggested he knew just what the fuck she’d attempted to actually create. (a dog that looked like a banana with legs that bent in weird places, then a group of stick figures next to it that—judging by how many figures there were—had all been meant to represent each person in the apartment as a happy family, if anyone was curious.) now that he’d been pulled into the night’s activities, mercy didn’t know if she could tell him he had the chance to escape anymore. not right then, anyway. she couldn’t blame him if he did still give them all the irish good-bye because it was just too much, but it didn’t mean it wouldn’t cause her some bit of annoyance. she’d have to explain it to junko in a way that didn’t hurt her feelings and in a way that made sense, not watered- or dumbed-down, but in a way that would make her understand. it wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have.

so she reached up and, her fingers still wet with finger paint, rubbed at her forehead, pretending to have an itch. which prompted keiji to let her know she had something on her face.

“what? i do? where?”

“right here,” he answered her and touched his own forehead, not realizing he’d just gotten paint on himself in his attempt to help her.

“oh word? ya sure? ‘cause i feel like i got somethin’ over here, though.”

mercy ran her thumb down her right cheek, leaving a smear of purple behind. junko and keiji were pointing, giggling, and the tension seemed to lift from her shoulders.

“no, it’s there!”

junko was pointing, and mercy was keeping a strangely straight face as she swiped more color on her other cheek, then across her nose, shrugging as if she had no idea what she was doing.

“i can’t get it. can’t see it. what am i gonna do?” in a faux display of disbelief and stress, mercy put both palms on the sides of her face, thus making even more of a mess than she’d started with.

from nearby haruka rolled her eyes but moved to grab paper towels from the counter to slide over to her aunt. the older girl could act however she wanted, the slight smile on her lips revealed much about how she felt.

mercy was just like a big kid.

but so the fuck what? she could even see minato smirking out of the corner of her eye, so she knew she’d made them all at least a little happier. that was worth more to her than she could say, so she didn’t give much of a damn about how anyone else saw her.

before reaching for the paper towels, though, mercy turned to face niko with a slight grin.

“so, scale of one to ten. how beautiful do i look right now? be honest. ‘cause i don’t think i’ve ever looked this good in my entire life.”

she hadn’t expected an actual answer, but by the way he returned her smile, maybe he wasn’t feeling quite so tightly wound as he might have initially. at least she hoped as much. the woman proceeded to wipe her face clean before helping keiji do the same, then after she was satisfied everyone was entertained enough to pull away, she moved to niko’s side and joined him on the sofa.

“if ya don’t wanna stay ya really don’t have to, okay? i know this is a lot, and they’re gonna hang out with me for a few days while they can. i don’t wanna put ya in a weird place, y’know? but if ya stick around, we’re gonna play dinosaurs.” she leaned in, eyebrows raised, her voice a loud whisper to put emphasis on how clearly awesome that was and how happy it made her. but she quickly sat back up straight to give him room again if he needed it. “i’ll even let ya be a raptor. ‘cause i’m just that nice. but for real. i know they’d love for ya to be here, but if ya don’t—”

she frowned, wondering why he was looking at her the way he was. he looked amused, and almost like he was ready to laugh at her.

“fu—” she stopped herself before she could finish the curse, having made it a point not to drop any foul language in front of the kids a long time ago. “friggin’ what? what’s so funny?”

was he making fun of her? laughing at the way she behaved with these children, the kids she loved with her entire heart? was he making a mockery of something so fucking private and personal? it didn’t seem like something he’d do, not out loud anyway. she’d known him to sometimes be downright cruel, but never to her, and never like this.

but then niko reached out and ran a few rough fingers over the bridge of her nose and pulled his hand back. she watched him lift it to show her his fingertips. they’d come back streaked with blues and purples.

oh. oh god. she’d missed a spot.

she felt like such a fucking idiot.

“l-look, do ya wanna be a raptor or not? it’s a very important question.”

that he did silently chuckle at, and mercy turned away to cover her face with her hands out of embarrassment, probably adding even more to the mess that was still on her face.

foolish as she might have felt, though, this was the happiest she’d been in a very long time.

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The Night Before Christmas| ShinKami X BlackFem!Reader

Warning: (NSFW 18+)

rimming

oral sex

fingering

foul language

mfm

it's kind of angsty so yeah, ENJOY!

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house, the friends were sleeping, while two heroes fucked their spouse.

"Fuck, Gabbie. Just like that."

"You take us so well, puppy."

"Such a good girl. Bouncing on my dick like this. So g-good, so s-squishy".

"Wanna cum again, babe ?"

Sis has been getting railed for the past two hours. Good for her but, bad for you since your room is right next door. Just your luck, you ended up rooming next to these heathens. Fucking into the wee hours of the morning; you all came to these cabin to unwrap gifts but they're too busy unwrapping ass.

"I can't take this shit anymore" you mutter, throwing the covers off and rising from the bed. It's obvious that you wouldn't be getting any sleep so you might as well do something productive. So, mustering your last bit of holiday cheer, you grabbed your slippers and unwrapped gifts and headed towards the den.

"Yes, Kiri! Right there ! Right there !"

"Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet, don't want the hole house to know what a slut you are, right?"

"Tch, everybody knows how much of a whore she is. Isn't that right, Dee? Fuckin' chunky little bimbo"

"'Suki~ , please .. dad-mmph"

"Shut the fuck up and suck daddy's dick like a good girl".

Well, damn. Seems like this house is filled with ho ho whores.

Finally, after navigating the corridors of this obvious whorehouse, you make it to the den and get to work. There's nothing like repetitive labor to take your mind off your dull, single, sexless life. Okay, well your life isn't dull per say, but your two besties get more double d than hooters, meanwhile you're over here giftwrapping homemade soaps, you are not the same sis.

It's not that you couldn't find anybody. Babe, you're a bad bitch. It's just nobody can compare to your first love, and heartbreak, Hitoshi Shinsou.

It's super complicated. Shall I explain ?

It all started during your third year at UA. You, Hitoshi, and Denki Kaminari were all really good friends. The three of you were always together, day and night. Whenever you saw one, the other two were definitely nearby. So, what happened you may ask? Sex. Sex and feelings.

Ya see, Mr. Mindbreak broke you off some of that ✨cock✨ and took your virginity. It was sweet and romantic and perfect because he was one of your bestfriends. Honestly, it was a dream come true and you were so happy until you found out he was fucking Denki too.

Yes, ma'am. Hitoshi was just out here slanging that toxic dick like Kirishima before Katsuki & Dee. (Sidenote, he's still slanging it but he's not toxic anymore since he's in love ❤)

To say you were upset was an understatement. You had given this man a piece of you and he went to fuck your bestfriend right after. Now, in his defense you were never together, nor did he give you any inclination that he wanted to be exclusive. But, he told you he loved you. He'd say whenever he was 10 inches deep and kissing your cervix; or when you were laying against his chest watching movies.

"You know I love you right, angel ?" he'd whisper, brushing his pouty lips over your ear. You would be on cloud nine until he turned his head to squeeze Denki's cheeks. "and I love you too, idiot" he'd chuckle, swiping his thumb over the blonde's lips.

Did you even have the right to be upset? He was always so transparent. Hitoshi never fucked around, he said what he meant and he meant what he said. So, you know that he loved you. That wasn't the problem, the problem was what he didn't say. Shinny never said, "(y/n) I want to make things official. I want you to be my girlfriend.". Those words were never said to you, but he said them to Denki.

"(Y/N). babe! You'll never guess what happened!" Denki squealed, wrapping his arms around you from behind and spinning you in a circle. "Kami, calm down. Stop!" you giggled, swatting him away as he placed kisses on your cheeks and neck. It wasn't weird. He always kissed you there.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm just so happy." He was grinning from ear to ear, when he spun you around to face him, pulling you close so that your body was pressed against his chest. Again, not weird. He always holds you like this. "Okay, spill" You smile, running a thumb over his slightly flushed cheek, his grin faltered a bit and he stared at you for a moment before picking it back up. "It's official, Hitoshi and I are dating !". Your heart dropped. "W-what ?" you squeak, trying to keep a straight face. "Yeah, he just asked me to be his boyfriend. Isn't that great? I can't believe he finally asked."

Denki continued to ramble, too excited to notice your change in mood. It's like your heart was split in two, you wanted to be happy for your bestfriend but how could you?

"He wants to talk to you".

His serious expression took you out of your thoughts. "He what?", Denki took your face in his hand and swiped his thumb over your cheek. "Toshi, he wants to talk to you. It's important."

Wow. He's gonna "break up" with me.

"Umm, yeah. I'll text him. See you later Kaminari." He was stunned by your sudden formality, and even more shocked when you dashed out of the room.

That was two weeks before graduation and the last time you had a decent conversation with either of them. You avoided them as much as possible and when school was over you ghosted them entirely.

Four years went by. Everyone became pro heroes. Life moved on, but you never did. Still grieving the loss of your high school crush and best friend. Yeah, you had the occasional fling or hook but nothing ever stuck. Who could compare?

That's why you hated these trips. The stupid cabin outing that Mina planned for the friend group every Christmas. It was nice to relax and catch up with friends but they were there.

The happy couple. At least until you came around. The mood soured whenever you came around, like you were an unpleasant memory. They happier without you.

"You're up late, angel?"

Oh god. Even after all this time he insisted on calling you that ridiculous pet name. You hated it. It was so stupid. Even though it sent butterflies through your belly.

"Shinsou... H-hey." It's been a minute since you've chatted with one of them alone. Hell, you could barely look them in the face. That beautiful face. He was as handsome as ever, lavender hair pulled up into a messy bun, framing his chiseled face perfectly. A light brush of stubble dusted his cheeks, making him look a bit more rugged. He was shirtless, lean body littered in tattoos and his Chargebolt pajamas hung low on his waist. They wear eachother's merch. Cute.

"Can't sleep ?" He asks, taking the seat next to you. His lavender cologne filled your senses, fuck he smelled good. "My neighbors were being loud." you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Ah yes. The newlyweds." Hitoshi chuckled, "I didn't expect Gabbie to be so enthusiastic."

"Please" you snorted, "I'm surprised that Shoto and Izu have the energy for hero work. That bitch is insatiable."

"Yeah, but you gotta give those two credit. Remember I used to have to hide in your room when they first got together." You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your face. Of course you remembered those late nights when he'd sneak into your room and slip under the covers. "They'd fuck like rabbits." you laughed. Shinsou's ears perked up, it'd been a while since he heard that sound up close. "They weren't the only ones" he muttered, locking gazes with you.

Silence. It was so quiet you could hear a pen drop. How were you supposed to respond to that? Why would he bring that up? Could you just die now, please?

"There you are. I was wondering where you had gone!"

Ahh, perfect. Ending awkward silence with awkward rambling.

"Hey, (Y/N)! What 'ya doing up so late?" Kaminari plopped down on your opposite side and spread his arms across the back. You were now caged between the two people that you wanted to avoid the most. "Oh, just being Santa's little helper", you give an awkward laugh and shake the poorly wrapped gift in front of you. "Sweet! Tell me, little elf. Have you been naughty or nice?" Denki asked, wiggling his brows.

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from your chest. Leave it to Kaminari to break four years worth of ice with a cheesy one liner.

"Nice, as always" you drawl, playfully nudging the blonde's shoulder. He took this as a good sign and scooted closer, pressing his thigh against your leg. "Sure, that's what you say now but do you really expect me to just take your word for it?" he teased, a devilish grin playing across his features. He looked really good too. His messy blonde hair fell just above is eyes, giving a peak of those golden orbs. Kami was clean shaven, it complimented his modelesque look. Was he always this handsome?

"You okay, babe? You spaced out for a second." Kaminari asked, concern clouding his cheerful expression. "No" you respond, shaking your head, "I'm just a bit tired. i-I'm gonna go back to my room." You get up to leave but a hand stops you.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Shin- , your voice trails off as you feel the effects of Shinsou's quirk settling in your mind.

"Not cool, dude." Kaminari frowned.

"I know. I know, but this is the longest that we've talked to her in four fucking years and I'd like to know why." His words were directed at Kaminari but he stared straight at you. You wanted to move, run away from that Lavender whirlpool that was threatening to pull you in but you couldn't. You were stuck.

"(Y/N), what happened ?"

"What are you talking about?" Your voice was monotone and forced but you still attempted to fight the effects of Shinsou's quirk. "You know what I'm talking about (Y/N)." Hitoshi scoffed, "What happened to us? Why have you avoided us for the past four years?"

Well, he has some fucking nerve.

"Us? Which us are you referring to Shinsou? (Y/N), Hitoshi, and Denki, the three bestfriends? Or do you mean (Y/N) and Hitoshi, and whatever the fuck we were doing?" Your robotic voice did little to convey the emotion behind your words but he got the message. "I- both." he answered softly, sliding closer against you.

Let's just put it all on the table, shall we ?

"You and Kaminari happened, Shinsou" you say, "you and Denki starting dating and left me behind."

"What the hell are you talking about, (Y/N)?" Denki frowned, "you're the one that stopped talking to us remember?" His voice was strained, as is he was trying to keep his emotions in check but he was visibly upset. Clenching his hands into fists until his knuckles were white and chewing on his bottom lip.

"I stopped talking to you before you stopped talking to me."

"Why would we stop talking to you, (y/n)?"

"Because you had eachother ! What did you need me for?" You shouted. When did Shinsou release his quirk? "Plus you were about to "break up" with me anyway.", you finish, using air quotes to emphasize your point.

Shinsou scoffed, "Who said that?". His tone was mocking but he looked distressed. "Kaminari." he frowns and glances towards his shocked boyfriend, "Denks told you that I was going to "break up" with you?"

"No- not exactly" you look away, biting your lip "he told me that you wanted to talk to me about something important. Hitoshi groaned, "and you assumed the absolute worst ? For fucks sake, (y/n)!"

Now you were starting to get confused. If he wasn't going to break up with you then what was he going to say.

"I don't understand ..."

"I was in love with you, (Y/N)! I told you that shit every fucking day. Why would I leave you? Why would Denks? Couldn't you tell by the way he was with you. Come on, man.

This is definitely not what you were expecting.

"Well ... if you weren't going to end things with me then what did you have to talk to me about?"

"Oh god. I thought I was supposed to be the dumb one." Denki mumbled.

"I wanted to talk to you about the three of us being in a relationship. I was in love with the both of you and he felt the same. We wanted us all to be together."

If you had Denki's quirk, you'd probably be short circuiting by now.

"Wait, so you- and him- and all this time ..." you trail off as the pieces start to fit together. The lingering touches, the soft glances, those cheek kisses that were just so close but not quite there. Oh god. Denki Kaminari had been into you this entire time and you never even it realized it.

"I ... I don't know what to say." You pause, looking between the two of them, "i'm sorry".

"Don't cry" Denki whispers, wiping a tear from your cheek. You didn't even realize that you were. "It's okay, you don't have to cry." He pulls you into his lap and pressed your face against his chest; a position that you'd been in so many times before. It could've been more if you weren't so fucking stupid.

There was no stopping the tears now. Denki held you close as you sobbed into his shirt, now wet from salty tears and snot.

"Let's go back to the room" Hitoshi says, gathering your things from the couch. Denki nods and stands to follow him. You wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist while he carries you to their shared bedroom.

***

"Feeling better, angel?" Hitoshi asks, running the back of his hand over your cheek. You were still wrapped around Denki, sloth style, but you were laying in their bed under the covers with Hitoshi pressed against your sides. "Yes." you sniff, wiping your face on the blonde's shirt. If he was grossed out he didn't show it. He seemed content, stroking your back humming in your ear. Just like he used to. God, you were so fucking stupid. You wished that you could kick yourself for being so oblivious.

"That's good." Denki cooed, kissing your cheek. You closed your eyes and sighed, melting against him. When he saw you didn't protest he kissed you again, this time closer to your mouth. And again. And again until his lips were brushing against yours waiting for permission. You met him with a whimper, parting your lips to let him have his way.

It was new and exciting. It was electric. It was Denki. You were kissing Denki Kaminari, your bestfriend... Your bestfriend's boyfriend.

"I'm sorry" you whisper, trying to pull away but he holds you steady, "Don't be. We've wanted this for a long time." He kisses you again, this time more fiercely. His tongue slides into your mouth and maps out your cavern.

You feel lips press against your shoulder, then neck until they're brushing against your ear. "We can talk about this is the morning. Just let us have you tonight. Take us to heaven, angel".

His words enthrall you, he wasn't even using his quirk and you were hypnotized. You turn your head and smash your lips against his, moaning in his mouth when his hand wraps around the back of your neck. "Do you want this, angel?" Shinsou pants as he breaks away from the kiss, "We need to hear you say it."

"I want it. Want you. Both of you."

Your clothes are gone within seconds and your left bare and trembling, in front of the two pro heroes towering over you. "Fuck, Hito. You never told me she was this perfect." Denki swallowed thickly, running his palm over your plush thighs. "Tastes even better than she looks."

✨Kinky✨

"I'll be the judge of that." Denki smirks, grabbing you by the waist and lifting your lower half so that he was eye level, well mouth level with your pussy. You can only groan at the feeling of his wet tongue gliding through your folds. His tongue flicks and presses against your clit before dipping into your entrance. He moans into your cunt, sending blissful vibrations directly to your core. It couldn't get any better.

At least that's what you thought until you felt Shinsou spreading your ass and circling his tongue around your rim. His thick tongue prodded at your hole while his teeth scraped against your plump cheeks.

"Fucking delicious" Denki whimpered, rutting against your leg. His tongue slithered back towards your clit and he sucked it into his mouth before sliding two charged fingers into your wet heat. You wailed his name as his digits squelched inside you. "Told 'ya so" Shinsou joked, working his thumb into your rim and giving your ass sharp smack.

"Toshi!" you moaned, toes curling in pleasure. You could feel your climax approaching and you were desperate for release. "He's not the only one here, baby." Denki growled, he tore his fingers from your sopping cunt, sending a trail of slick flying in the air. "So fucking messy" he smirked, landing a smack of approval right against your clit.

"Fuck, Kami ! Again, please~"

Denki slapped your pussy again, this time with a slight charge and it landed right on your clit.

"OH. MY. GOD!" you screamed, body spasming as the pleasure coursed through you. It's been a while since you came this hard and it was fucking intense. They praised you as you rode your wave, working your body slowly as you came down.

"Good job, angel."

"So good for me."

They lowered your legs gently and you immediately curled into a ball, ready to pass out. Your eyes were fluttering shut when you felt something hard pressing your cheek.

"Aht Aht, wake the fuck up, angel."

"Yeah babe. Santa's the only one that cums once a year."

Merry Christmas !

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[milkb0nny]

◡̈⋆🅷🅸(●’◡’●)ﾉ! So, since request are open I thought I'd bother you a bit.

Can you write headcanons about what being together in a relationship with the WAA students (aka Duke, Arthur, Gahin) would be like? And just a touch of fluff. (❁´◡`❁)

You don't have to do this if you don't feel like it. (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

Have a good day! ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉﾞ

Uhhh... Duke... You say? >x< I really like you so imma write for him. I dislike him thoo heee QuQ but but yes! Sure! I'm happy to feed you with Arthur and Gahin (I forgot he exists lol)

Because there's not too much knowledge on these boys I'll try my best to think like them. It's accurately not accurate.

edit: oh my why did I write so much for Duke sowkdjwjdje

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𝗗𝘂𝗸𝗲, 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗚𝗮𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

webtoon eleceed: Duke, Arthur and Gahin

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੭ﾞ* 𝗗𝘂𝗸𝗲

🍈 Dear Duke is really busy with himself. He always tries to become better and he's even more persistent on his skills than anyone would think. Though he tries to meet up with you after training. Do you mind him being a little sweaty? Because white hair will be a little exhausted after refining his abilities all afternoon.

🍈 If you go to the WAA too, he definitely has an eye on you. Because of the difference between skills and levels bullying is a common issue that happens in the backgrounds. He doesn't want you to get bullied. Duke is an authority, being one of the best students, and he makes sure to use that. When someone picks on you he randomly shows up and smiles "Were you insulting Y/N just right now?" You'll never see this person again.

🍈 Duke seems very spontaneous and light hearted but further in the relationship you feel how serious he takes it with you. He doesn't see you as a time filler or anything terminal. He wants you for long and he gets serious when you're both alone.

🍈 Duke throws some jokes at your head whenever he can. He flirts most of the time and absolutely loves making you blush in front of others. Kissing your neck, flirting with you, whispering more or less naughty things in your ear - that's all gonna be a part of your daily life with Duke.

🍈 He's a little possessive. Where I think Arthur and Gahin don't get jealous easily, I assume Duke has a major issue when you talk with others in a more close way. You'll have to prove the your dearest friend is just a friend and that Duke doesn't need to worry about it. He's afraid he'll lose you to someone who's not as great as he is. Or whatever he thinks; maybe he feels like you're his territory and no one else should touch you. But believe me, he's nowhere a yandere. Duke simply hates other people's hands on his treasure.

🍈 His kisses are very light and more rushed. Duke prefers giving short and light kisses rather than passionate long ones. Admittedly he grows very inpatient with long kisses. In general, touching you with his hands or having you in hugs is more comfortable for him than kisses. On top of that, Duke gets a little insecure with his breath even though he has zero reasons to be.

🍈 Let's say there's no dominant part in your relationship. You're both giving equally the effort and love which is good. You're not relying on Duke which he wouldn't want anyway.

🍈 He does love giving you very expensive gifts. He can afford it and making your heart shine bright with something he bought makes him happy. You can't really make a hold in when he's gonna give you something. He'll forget to get you something on Christmas but on a completely random day he'll show up with a small box and your favorite keychain in it. He's random, light and totally superficial.

🍈 Hugs; his hugs are very special. He always goes for your upper body and holds your head whenever you're hugging. Also, there'll be a slight distance between your and his body, just because he feels comfortable. Being too close can get him a little shy and he dislikes being shy.

🍈 I think Duke smells like freshly washed bedsheets, baby face cream and a slight manly deodorant. With that being said, very light and fresh. You sometimes wonder why his sweat doesn't smell too badly but luckily you never came across him eating his self made garlic bread and then sweating his butt off.

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🍈 Arthur, a tease himself, becomes more soft and lovely around you. He has a light superior complex and it completely vanishes around you. If you were to have a weak awakened power he'd simply train with you to get stronger on his behalf. It's not like he wants someone incredibly strong, he just wants someone who can protect themselves.

🍈 You'd have to bend him the right way when he interacts with other awakened students. His comments can hurt others and his patience isn't the best either. So you have the responsibility to make Arthur avoid any trouble he could possible cause.

🍈 Arthur does have a big thing for hands. Okay, let's not make it weird. He loves how gentle your hands are and thinking how hard you work with them or how you write things down with those hands make him blush. He doesn't have anything kinky behind it, it's just an attractive thing for Arthur. He does love your hair too, mainly because playing with it is fun.

🍈 He let's you dye his hair too. Take it as the biggest compliment of the year because Arthur really does not want anyone mess with hairdye and his precious hair. No no, you really are not allowed to mess up too. That'd be a reason for him to cry about you and to be mad. If you can't dye hair, you'll need to leave him alone on that part.

🍈 He lends you his coats whenever he notices you're shivering. It's completely irrelevant to him if he suffers because of it. You need a coat? He'll lend you his no matter if it's summer or winter.

🍈 On a more fluff note he enjoys showering with you. After a long day in the academy or after a date he loves showering with you. Since Arthur gets aroused easily it's such a surprise showering together is only a romantic thing for him. He loves shampooing your hair and scrubbing your scalp. When you put a towel around his waist makes him flutter, as well when he sees his favorite couple brushing their teeth besides him.

🍈 He loves phsycial affection and is more flirty on that side. Pinching your sides or giving you a light smack on a butt are his way to make your face glow red. He's actually not good at flirting with words. It mostly turns out to be an awkward mess and Arthur hates embarrassing himself in front of you.

🍈 Arthur has the weird behavior to flick with his tongue everytime he sees you. No one, not even himself knows why he does that but he feels the desperate need to do it.

🍈 His hugs are very tight and loving. He loves grabbing you by your waste and feeling your lower bodies together, especially when he's about to kiss you. It's somewhat lustful and passionate.

🍈 His kisses are very gentle and passionate too. He loves fiery kisses, having your near him and your lips on his. The thought of kissing you always pleased him. He loves kissing you, when it's not your lips, he kisses your forehead or the back of your neck. Arthur can't hold his lips back from your so sweet body.

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🍈 Hear me out: I completely forgot this beauty but now that I'm aware of his presence again, I'm absolutely simping again. Him and Gangseok are superior. I do think them in a relationship may be very similar too. Gahin is more forward and can embrace his emotions better though.

🍈 Gahin really likes when his partner brushes through his hair or makes braids. It's an act of love and adoration, he deeply appreciates it. Especially because he's so beautiful, he likes it when you take a part of his presence. He loves wearing matching outfits or making you pretty too. Not that he thinks you're not pretty, but a little blush and some golden features surely sit well with you.

🍈 His eyes remind you of rich gold, whenever you look at his jewels your head heats up and you lose yourself in his eyes. The way they sparkle when he sees you, how they warm up when you're in his gaze - it sets butterflies free in your head.

🍈 Gahin likes cooking for you or with you. There are evenings where you prepare snacks for a movie night. You'll cut potatoes into fries and bake them, while Gahin mixes the dip. Or you both bake stuff, like cookies or an apple pie. He loves some quality time with you.

🍈 Gahin smells really heavy. He has a manly cologne which smells like nuts and cedar, it goes well with his majestic appearance and you love his smell a lot. Sometimes it makes him even more mature than he actually is.

🍈 I think he takes a relationship really serious and will be defensive if anyone would try to change that. If a man tries to hit on you, hell hit him in the face and if somebody were to make Gahin commit murder because they're hurting you, he would. You're his fragile partner, one he loves do dear and it's deeply connected to him, that he's together with you.

🍈 Because he takes the relationship earnest, you shouldn't play with him too. He loves you and most importantly, he really trusts you. His trust isn't won easily and if you were to break it, he wouldn't recover from it. Keep in mind to take care of your man too, as well as he does for you.

🍈 Gahin is more on the giving and dominant side. He makes you presents, tells you what to do when you need to take care of yourself, he always texts/calls you to make sure you're okay and he's always there when you get sick. Gahin gets happy when you suggest date ideas or when you pay him a visit when he injured himself though.

🍈 He's not much of a physical affection guy. He likes doing chores for you and he can be very charming with words alone. He's a little stiff when it's about giving affection. Sure, kisses do him good and he loves them, but hugs and cuddles are a little unknown to him yet. Be patient with him and maybe have the courage to insist in hugs first.

🍈 Please take him out to a theater date. He really wishes for it but is too shy to ask you out. Like, any thing, he just wants to sit in the red seats with you and sleep throughout the whole act. Thank you.

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prompt: just some fun headcanons I thought up ! hope that you all enjoy ! feel free to request all you'd like, my friends !!

Leonardo

this man loves his bonsais so much

he literally gives you one once you're into the relationship for quite some time now

bonsais are practically his babies. he loves them. maybe more than you. maybe not

you hope not

"thank you for trusting me with your babies"

"y/n, they're not my babies-"

"yeah, okay, sure"

they are his "babies"

a must for being his s/o is that you have to know how to defend yourself

"remember: strike, scream, and run!"

"...was that a reference to The Office?"

"no, of course not-"

it is

very picky and specific about your form while you workout

ESPECIALLY WITH PUSHUPS BECAUSE LET'S FACE IT: they can be a bitch sometimes

tells you how you're not going down enough when you do your push ups

says that you "should be close enough to the floor that you could kiss it"

"would you be jealous then?"

critiques your form and posture

but it's out of love and good-doing

speaking of picky,

he is incredibly picky with food sometimes. has to be a certain way and with certain ingredients or he'll give it to mikey since he can eat anything

he will eat anything for a dare ^ (mikey)

leo once ate an egg sandwich and when he bit into it, he bit into a literal eggshell

not only a tiny piece, an entire eggshell (happened to me and I am still scarred)

he hasn't trusted those sandwiches ever again and refuses to eat them

felt like he was "betrayed"

that is exactly how he put it

because he can be a total drama queen tbh

everyone knows it

I feel like he either sleeps in really weird positions or flat on his back with his hands folded

no other positions

VERY light sleeper

hears almost everything when you think he is sleeping

he has ears everywhere

favorite candy? cherry jolly ranchers

because he can be a basic bitch tbh

he doesn't really eat candy though

he likes a lot of tea

his tea is the best tea, he smiles like it 24/7

leo remembers the little things, it can be really creepy or really cute

"I can't stop by Tuesday becaus-"

"Because you have that dentist cleaning appointment at 2:15, right?"

how the f u c k-

you could have sworn you briefly mentioned it to him

LAST WEEK

it's great though, because then he'll remember the little details of what you like or dislike

100% bf material

Raphael

he the biggest teddy bear with you, you don't even know

when he starts crushing on you, he'll let you read his comics. mikey can't, so take that as a dub

mikey has his own comics but

raph manages to have some of the best ones

so you get them both really nice comics for Christmas or their birthdays (if you celebrate)

they both love DC comics, mainly batman

because raph does his "batman voice"

that mikey never shuts up about

raph secretly practices said batman voice when no one is around

practice makes perfect

HE ALSO KNITS YOU STUFF, IT'S SO ADORABLE AND THOUGHTFUL OF HIM

you return the favor by learning to crochet a cup holder for him

he doesn't like holding super hot cups

so when he received your gift, he loved it so much

that's when he decided you were most likely "the one"

he really likes to work out and admire his muscles

and the fact he can tower over others in the darkness

whilst doing his impression of the dark knight

he makes sure to keep up with workouts because he loves his muscles

because he notices that you stare at them from time to time

especially when he's bench pressing

he is 100% your workout buddy

motivational coach sometimes too

"ya got this, babe! 'member that raphael is an ass man!"

that's his "motivation for you"

it helps

likes to workout with you because your behind looks good in your leggings

OH BUT IF YOU WORE SPANDEX SHORTS?

he would be flatlining, dead, passed out

favorite candy would be airheads or hot tamales

but despises licorice

"I don't get how people can eat that shit"

"LEAVE LICORICE OUT OF THIS, RAPH-"

donnie defends licorice like his life depends on it

because it does

raph likes to cuddle

likes to be the little spoon but also the big spoon

little spooning makes him feel truly loved though

he would be very artistically talented out of the four

likes old classic art

definitely medieval times art

because have you seen the babies in those paintings?????

he says "they look like mikey"

Donatello

he works so much sometimes that it's insane

living off of caffeine and poptarts right now babyyyy

he'll be on electronics so much that you have to literally tell him when to get off and go to sleep

"you're going to work yourself to death"

"then so be it"

"dONNIE, NO-"

willl always save un-licked poptarts for you in a special hiding spot near his workplace

it's a hiding spot because of mikey

and god forbid that mikey finds his stash

don will still lick and put the poptarts back in the box for his brothers

but he doesn't lick them for you

how sweet

donnie is a nice singer, his voice is the most calming

raph is the best out of the siblings, but donnie's voice??

it's so gentle and soft

donnie has always wanted a pet ferret or something

but they literally get into all of your stuff

he can't risk that and his stuff getting thrown and tampered with

they already have a mikey for that

DEFENDS LICORICE TO THE END

his favorite candies consist of nerds and licorice but also tootsie rolls

gives the best massages, hands down

likes to research how to braid and plait hair if yours is long

but if yours is short, he makes sure to know exactly how to give the most amazing scalp massages

his hands work like magic oh my god

smells the best because he likes to also experiment with scents and fragrences

makes you a cute perfume that you love, as a gift :)

his love language??? inventing stuff for you

falls asleep in his chair a lot

so you slowly crawl in there and like to cuddle him

he wakes up to you but pretends he's still asleep when he's in said chair

him and mikey believe birds are government spies

"listen, it makes SENSE!"

"it doesn't, hon-"

"I don't need sleep, I need ANSWERS-"

he loves the movie beauty and the beast

but his favorite movie is definitely something like E.T. or Gremlins

has always wanted his own Gizmo buddy

loves juice boxes. especially grape and apple flavors

believes that apple juice >>> orange juice

and he is correct

Michelangelo

definitely teaches you how to skateboard

likes to hold you by your waist and use it as an excuse to touch you

is a professional at skateboarding

he goes skating with raph in the sewers sometimes, but he is totally the best at it

loves board games too, especially monopoly

gets upset when he gets into jail

but when raph gets in jail?

"HAH! sucks to be in jail, huh raphhhh?"

"shut it before I shut that jaw of yours up the hard way-"

instantly quiet

mikey loves sunflowers and dandelions

still makes wishes with pennies, dandelions, and ladybugs

firm believer that the tooth fairy and santa are still real

you roll with it

not the most artistically talented compared to raph, but he is very creative and full of ideas

areas in the sewers are dedicated to him and raph's artwork

mikey likes to spraypaint and he does it beautifully

raph takes after classical art and applies that to his own techniques

favorite candies? airheads and those sour straws

oh, he loves twinkies and doughnuts though

you make sure to give the turtles and splinter donuts almost every Wednesday when you can

his favorite is with sprinkles

he is totally a sprinkles man

the loudest singer EVER

and loudest does not equal the best

he is very confident though, it is actually admirable if you think about it

BUT IS ONE OF THE BEST BREAKDANCERS

would watch nyc billboards play music videos all the time as a kid, so he picked up dance moves very quickly

but his breakdancing is actually flawless, it's insane

the dude loves to dance any type of dancing

will ask you to make a cameo in the hip hop Christmas album

"please, babeee! you don't even have to sing really! you can, like, use your charmmm!"

"yeah an' how's that goin' for ya, mikey?"

you love this duo

[hiraethenthusiast]

"I love you most."| t.h.

pairing: actor!tom x reader

warnings: floof attack.

synopsis: tom gives you the best wedding you could've gotten. he's in love with you madly, that's what he says.

a/n: guess who wants this? i do. i absolutely adore a loving husband no matter what, and i adore heartfelt gifts even more! i hope you all like this fic, this one's really close to me! tpwk everyone!

listen to clinton kane's i guess i'm in love

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“So do you, Y/N Y/L/N take Tom as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks you while you and Tom look at him with impatience in your eyes.

“I do.” You say, making everyone cheer and making Tom smile.

“And do you Tom Ho-” “I do!” He shouts before the priest could even complete his sentence, making everyone at the altar erupt into laughs.

“Let him finish bubba” You laugh along, signalling the priest to go on when Tom mutters a small ‘sorry’ to him.

“Do you, Tom Holland, take Y/N Y/L/N as your lawfully wedded wife?” He asks again, while Tom looks at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

“I do.” And everyone cheers once again, and you gently squeeze his hand.

“So I shall now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” The priest says lastly before getting off the stage and as if on queue, Tom sweeps you under his arms and holds your waist before pressing his lips to yours. The moment was wholeheartedly content, his and your parents, both with tears in their eyes, even Paddy and Harry shed a few, because the moment was so pure to just not cry at. Tom kisses you as if he was the luckiest man on Earth, like he had achieved something which he thought he could never. He pulls back to look at you beaming with the biggest smile he’s seen on you in years, and smiles to himself once again.

This was the best day of both of your lives till now, and there was no doubt about it.

After 4 years of being together, Tom finally proposed to you, and then forgot where he kept the ring, but you couldn’t care less because the man you were in love with was now, going to be a forever favourite in your lives. And today, he was now your husband from your fiance, and you couldn’t be anymore happier.

You both settle down after roaming from one place to another greeting every guest that had attended your wedding, finally for a drink and some food. Harrison sits right behind you, completing the duties of best man with all his will, and you smile at him. The twins and Paddy come in a bit later, but your eyes are looking for someone else. Where’s Tom? Your question was answered when you hear the clinking of a glass, just to find your handsome husband there.

“May I have your attention please?” He looks directly at you and you blow him a kiss, him pretending to catch it making everyone laugh. Actors.

“Thank you all for attending and being a part of our very wonderful day, I swear you guys are our favourite people” He says while chuckling.

“Today is the day I married my wonderful and stunning lover, Y/N and in recognition of that, I decided to give you the best gift of this evening.” He says, making you wonder what he got for you.

“I remember when Y/N once told me that she always loves heartfelt and handmade gifts filled with love more than people buying her the gift of her choice. She likes the element of surprise, as she likes to say. So Y/N my darling, I thought you might notice and scold me for it but you didn’t, not even once in this 4 year old relationship, and trust me this is going to shock you. I’ve managed to record every important and goofy moment of our lives, from falling on a staircase to the time I proposed to you, I have it all. I’ve compiled them into one sweet video for you, while your favourite singer of them all, Mr. Clinton Kane sings a song for us! Please give him a huge round of applause!” You jerk your head to the place where Clinton enters from, and he waves at you making you wave instinctively as well.

You look back again towards Tom, who was smiling sweetly at your little fangirl moment and continues.

“I’d also like to thank Harrison and Harry for helping me edit this video, because I’m literally so dumb without anyone of these four with me.”

“Can you put the lights out and start the video please?” He asks one of the workers there at the venue, and jogs up to sit down beside you, giving you a small peck while you take a hold of his hand.

And on queue, the lights are dimmed and the video starts to play. You can hear the faint strumming of the guitar that Clinton is currently playing, but you aren’t able to identify the song just yet. You look ahead towards the screen, and your eyes light up when you see Tom dressed up in his wedding tuxedo, you finally realising that this bit was filmed just a few hours ago.

“Hello my lovely wife! Well, I’m filming this part before the ceremony starts but I think I’m pretty certain on showing you this video after we’re married. This was...boring. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the video my love, and don’t hit me when we get home! I love you so so so much, enjoy!” He says before shutting off his camera, while everyone laughs at his goofiness and you glare at him playfully. The video rolls again and you look forward, but suddenly realise the song. It’s ‘I Guess I’m In Love’, you say to yourself. Tom had proposed to you after a few days when the song came out, and somehow on the night of him proposing, this song was played. You labelled it ‘our song’ and he happily obliged. 

“Haz hold the camera correctly for god's sake...” You hear your husband’s voice and move your head towards the screen, smiling brightly.

“Oh I’m obsessed. With the way your head is laying on my chest.” Clinton starts, immediately soothed by the presence of your lover and the melody in your ears.

“I am holding the camera nicely mate bugger off! Nikki taught me well!” Harrison says in the background making everyone giggle.

“She’s coming shut up” 

“What’s this Tom?” You ask him, as he looks at you like a kid in love.

“Y/N”

“Tom” You say in the same manner, feeling anxious by the second.

“So we’ve been dating for 4 years and trust me those have been the most beautiful four years of my life. I know this is so out of the blue, but Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the favour of marrying the person who loves you immensely? A.k.a. Tom?" He says and you laugh. You hold on for a few seconds, looking in his eyes which were filled with desperation.

"Yes" You say and his face lights up like a Christmas tree. He can't stop beaming and searches for the ring in his pocket, only to find out that he didn't have it.

"Oh I'm a mess. When I overthink the little things in my head."

"I have the ring I promise." He says, moving frantically.

"Tom-"

"I swear I kept the ring in my pocket-"

"Tom-"

"How can I be this stupid you probably don't want to marry me anymore-"

"TOM!" He jerks his head towards you as you shout his name.

"It's okay. I just want you right now." You say and he immediately hugs you, the tightest of them all.

The clip ends and you knew the tears were coming very soon, Tom senses the action and rubs your knuckles., giving you a hearty smile.

The second clip rolls in soon, your eyes brightening almost instantly.

"You seem to always help me catch my breath. But then I lose it again, when I look at you, that's the end."

"Why the hell are we on the top of the Eiffel Tower? And why do you want your phone to crash?" You ask him, while he struggles to make a video with his phone while the winds roar at the top of the monument.

"Because I want to remember this moment!" He shouts, making you smile even more.

"My goof"

"Your goof"

"You're lucky I love you"

"I wouldn't have it any other way darling" He says and gives you a quick peck on the lips, this moment too pure to realise.

"Why do I get so nervous when I look into your eyes? And butterflies can't stop me falling for you."

"Now we may invite, a very handsome young lad, who happens to be Spiderman, Mr. Tom Holland!" Harry shouts in the video, while you all pretended to have a grand gala when you couldn't attend Tom's premiere.

He walks in wearing a black tuxedo, his shirt buttons open from the top, looking dashing.

"Thank you for inviting Harold, but please, call the star of today's night." Tom says, making everyone groan about how in love he was with you.

"Patience Thomas. Now may I present, the queen of today's night, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" Everyone applauds as you walk down the stairs as you hear your name. You reach the door wearing a red and black dress, the clothing complementing your body more than ever. Everyone seems to keep clapping but your attention is towards that one dummy, who's standing like he's seen a ghost.

"..Oh wow." He's speechless, and everyone knows it. You blush at your boyfriend's gesture and nudge him in the shoulder, as a signal to stop staring.

"I hope you all understand that I scored a jackpot, thank you" He sees and everybody laughs.

You laugh along with the other guests, remembering the faint memory from over two years back. This was one of the most fun nights you've had with Tom. While you laugh at the clip, all Tom can do is stare at you in awe. How did he get so lucky, he thinks. He watches how your face glows when you see someone happy on the screen. He truly was blessed.

"And darling this is more than anything I've felt before. You're everything that I want, but I didn't think I'd find. Someone who was worth the wait of all the years of my heartbreak. But I know now I've found the one I love."

"Please don't go" You sniffle on Tom's shoulder, asking him to stay one last time before his flight leaves for Atlanta.

"If it was in my hands darling I'd never leave your side." He says, trying to hold back tears.

"It's okay, I understand." You say, pulling back and clearing your throat.

"Awh Y/N please don't cry." Tom tries to persuade his emotions by telling you to stop, but a tear falls down his cheeks in an instant.

"I'm sorry." You say, chuckling lightly, making Tom chuckle too.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"I know you will be"

"Please board the flight for Atlanta which leaves at 1330 hours" The flight attendant announces, and you know it's time to let him go.

"Come back home to me soon okay?" You say, wiping your tears.

"As soon as possible"

"I love you" He says.

"I love you more."

"I love you most." You can't argue with that now.

"Bye bubba" You say, giving him one last kiss, a very long one indeed, that left you both searching for oxygen.

"Bye darling" And he leaves to board his flight. You look in the same direction until he disappears and you turn around.

"Harrison, are you crying?"

"No-" He sniffles and you laugh.

You knew you were going to cry as soon as you saw the location. This was one of the hardest moments of your life, letting your lover go away from you for so long, and you weren't ready for that. You wiped your tears while Tom rubbed your hand with one of his, the other cleaning his tear stained face. You look back to see Harrison crying once again, and you laugh a bit at him before giving him your hand for comfort. He really was the best man. You blow a kiss to your family and Tom's, who were currently high on emotions. Even the brothers had tears in their eyes. You really did get the best family.

"And I love the way. You can never find the right things to say. And you can't sit still an hour in the day. I'm so in love, let's run away because us is enough."

The rest of the video were some clips of you and Tom being goofy and so in love, which were a delight to watch. The song played in the background, adding its own special touch, which was necessary to bind this moment together. All these moments which Tom managed to shoot secretly were a lifelong reminder of how much your person loved you. He loved you.

And that is all you need.

The video gets over and Tom looks at you with puppy eyes.

"So, how was it?"

"You're the reason my makeup is ruined and I have mascara stains" You say, laughing while crying.

"That good, huh?"

"That good." You say and he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your forehead.

"I love you bubba"

"I love you more" He says, kissing your cheek.

"I love you most." 

He couldn't argue with that.

"But I know now I've found the one I love."

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tagging some friends who'd like to read!

@evanssimpybaby @hollandsmushroom @tomsoxytocin @scarletspideyy @leafy-holland @t-lostinworlds

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

pairing: dylan o’brien x best friend fem!reader

summary: in which dylan has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. your busy lives and schedules may have pushed both of your lives in vastly different directions as you’d gotten older, but somehow you two would always be led back to your hometown, and each other, during the holidays. however, one moment causes all of that to change. 

warnings: angst (what else is new), some fluffiness, mentions of past trauma (the maze runner incident), existential crises, explicit language

word count: 3.6k words

author’s note: idk why i decided to write something christmas related in the summer but it happened lmao (also i feel like it’s slightly important to mention that this takes place in 2016)

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The rocks being thrown at your window were not what woke you up. Instead, you had been lying awake for hours; getting little to no sleep was something that you had become used to at this point.

However, on this specific night— or morning, depending on how one looked at it— you were glad that your sleep had been restless once again because it made it easy for you to get out of bed and walk to your window when the rocks began hitting it.

There was really no need for you to push open the curtains and check who was doing the throwing because, of course, it was Dylan. Ever since he moved onto your street in Hermosa Beach in middle school and the two of you easily became friends, he was the only person that would ever wake you up in the middle of the night with the soft pings of rocks, especially on this specific day at this specific time.

You waved at him and gestured that you would be down in a moment. You slipped on a random pair of sweatpants along with a hoodie and then placed the Christmas gift that you bought for him in the pocket. The item was small enough to fit in the not too big pocket of your hoodie; however, it did awkwardly protrude a bit.

All of this was a sort of unspoken tradition that the pair of you had developed over the many years you’d known each other. Meeting at five in the morning on Christmas day, walking to the beach that was only a few blocks away from your respective childhood homes, and exchanging Christmas gifts with each other as you both watched the sunrise. It started when you were in ninth grade, and you hadn't missed a year since, not even when the ending of high school pushed your lives in vastly different directions, especially since Dylan graduated a year before you and was almost immediately thrust into his acting career.

But, it didn't matter that Dylan's career took off, and you eventually decided to go to college in Santa Barbara, because, no matter what, you both would always come back for the holidays.

When you opened your front door and saw Dylan lingering by the sidewalk no more than ten feet away, you were quick to go toward him and pull him in for a tight embrace. It actually hadn't been too long since you’d last seen him, maybe only five or six months, but for some reason, it still felt as if the last time he was in front of you was last December.

"Hey," Dylan breathed out in a short greeting, his arms wounding around your waist.

“Hey to you too," You responded, a small smile gracing your features when you both pulled away, and you looked up at him. "How have you been?"

It was quiet for a few moments as you waited for him to answer the question, but eventually, you were met with no verbal response, and instead, Dylan simply shrugged. The short action made your heart constrict in the most painful way, and it was then that you noticed the light remnants of a scar peeking out from behind his dark hair that covered the majority of his forehead. You were quick to peel your eyes away from the scar and instead cast them down at your Converse-covered feet, but that didn't stop the memories from quickly coming back.

The Maze Runner accident had happened back in March, but to you, and you knew to Dylan as well, it felt as if it was just yesterday, especially considering the fact that he was still dealing with the unavoidable repercussions from it.

"Wanna walk?" You asked, finally looking up at him once again.

Dylan nodded. "Yeah."

A silence that could only be deemed as comfortable lingered between them as the two of you took the five-minute walk to the beach and sat down side by side on one of the random empty benches.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Dylan said as he handed a present over to you. The present was messily wrapped, something that was not at all uncommon when receiving gifts from Dylan, and the sight of it made you smile.

Before you unwrapped the gift, you pulled out the one you had for him and handed it over. "Merry Christmas, Dyl."

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A simultaneous shocked and happy yelp emitted from your lips when you held up a Harry Potter t-shirt. But, it wasn't just any Harry Potter t-shirt; it was one with a version of the Goblet of Fire movie poster on it, which was your all-time favorite movie in the series.

"Holy shit."

"It's the original merch that was sold when the movie came out," Dylan told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the green bow placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at Dylan and then back down at the shirt as you processed his words. "Wow, double holy shit. I would put it on if it wasn't freezing right now."

Dylan laughed a bit. "Very understandable."

“Why haven't you opened yours yet? I'm dying to see what you think of it," You said. You were now holding the t-shirt to your chest, genuinely feeling like a little kid on Christmas morning again.

Dylan finally began unwrapping your gift to him, and when all of the paper was peeled off, there was a square box. "Aw, a plain white box. Thank you so much. This is what I've always wanted."

You rolled your eyes and playfully bumped him with your shoulder. "Ha ha. Please save all of these bad jokes for your stand-up act; I can't wait to boo you off the stage along with everyone else."

"So, what I'm hearing is you don't think that becoming a comedian is going to be the next best career move for me?" Dylan asked. He attempted to make the question sound as serious as possible, but there was a joking undertone to his words.

You bit back your laughter. "Please just open the box already so I don't have to hurt your feelings by truthfully answering that question."

"Okay, we'll circle back to that topic later," Dylan smiled and then finally opened the white box to reveal a slightly faded baseball. When he picked it up, he ran his thumb over the black signature written on it. "Now it's my turn to say holy shit."

You could feel yourself smiling at his awestruck reaction, and you wondered if that was what you looked like when you saw the Harry Potter shirt. The baseball was signed by one of the players of the New York Mets that had been Dylan's favorite player when he was younger, and he'd even caught a ball hit by him when he went to a game before he moved to California.

"I've had this idea for years, but I could never find a baseball signed by him," You began explaining, the excitement clear in your voice. "But, last month, someone named Paul Todd posted this on eBay and I immediately bought it. God bless that old man. It's completely authentic and everything."

Dylan was quiet for a few moments as he simply looked at the baseball in his hands, a small joyful smile on his face, and it made you happy to see him so genuinely elated with the present.

"This just made my gift look like shit," He finally said, a light laugh falling from his lips.

"I have always been the superior gift giver. I think that's my hidden talent," You responded with a playful smirk.

Dylan placed the baseball back in its box and then looked at you. "Next year you will receive the best gift ever from me. It will completely top everything that you have ever given me."

"You're saying that as if I should feel upset about receiving a trip to Italy as a Christmas gift."

"A trip to Italy?"

"In my strong opinion, that would be the best gift ever," You said with a smile and then looked down at the t-shirt, which was now in your lap. "But, anyway, I don't think this gift is shit. I'm in love with this shirt already."

Dylan let out a joking, overexaggerated sigh in relief. "Phew, okay, since you think this gift is great, that means I don't have to do the trip to Italy next year."

"What? Did I say I like this t-shirt? I hate it! Harry Potter actually su— Fuck, I can't say this with a straight face," You laughed, and Dylan was quick to join in with you.

The joking statements leading up to the laughter hadn't even been the funniest things ever, but it didn't matter because this was probably the hardest you had laughed in a while, and you were both glad and unsurprised that it was with one of your favorite people in the entire world.

You missed joking around and laughing with him. You missed simply being with him.

Eventually, the laughter died off, but there was still a smile planted firmly on your face. You looked ahead at the darkness in front of you and the ocean that looked completely black; it was still kind of early, so the sun hadn't begun to rise just yet. Your back pressed against the wooden bench, and you let out a small sigh, your head finding Dylan's shoulder as you leaned against him.

"How have you been?" You asked him, your words coming out both soft and slightly quiet, and before the mood became too serious with your question that was nothing but serious, you attempted to lighten it. "And please no shrugs as a response this time. I don't wanna get a headache due to my head bouncing off your shoulder."

Dylan let out a breath of a laugh at your final statements but refrained from answering the question for a few moments.  

After what felt like forever, he sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I honestly don't know. My mind has felt so fucked lately, thinking about everything. I swear I've been feeling every feeling known to man these past months."

"What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

"I'm really happy with you. This is probably the only normal and familiar thing I've experienced in a while. But, of course, there's still that confused feeling in the back of my mind revolving around everything else." He paused for a brief moment before continuing, his next words came out quieter. "I don't even know if I want to go back to acting."

You lifted your head off his shoulder and looked at him as you pulled his hand into yours and gave it a light, reassuring squeeze.

"No matter what you decide. I'll be right there to support you," You told him and then added a "bro" at the end of her sentence along with a small smile. Whenever things became too deep in a conversation you two were having, one of you would always throw a "bro" or "dude" in there to bring some playfulness to the mood.

The corners of Dylan's perked up a bit. "So, you'll support me when I decide to become a comedian?"

You were unable to stifle your light laughter. "Yes, fine, fuck it. I'll be the loudest one laughing at all of your shows."

Dylan squeezed your hand back because he knew exactly how reluctantly true your words were. "Don't worry, I promise not to put you through that."

"Thank you."

"So, how have you been?"

"No."

"Oh, come on," Dylan said as he playfully poked your side. "I'm not gonna be the only one exposing my feelings."

You sighed and then hesitantly nodded. "Okay, okay."

The truth was you had been far from good lately. Your life was moving, but for some reason, you felt like you weren’t moving with it.

You felt stuck.

Stuck in a confusing mindset where you had absolutely no idea what you wanted to do with your life. You thought that identity crises usually happened in high school, but apparently, yours had come five years late. But, you knew that this delayed identity crisis had been your own doing because you had convinced herself that you would figure everything out once you were in college; and you were both lucky and smart enough to receive a full ride to UCSB.

And although you were finishing up your Master's degree in Creative Writing and had a TA job at the university with the department, which was the reason behind why you could even pay for the Master's program, something in your "should be great" life simply did not feel right.

However, you felt absolutely terrified to say any of that out loud because admitting it would only finally make that statement a wholehearted truth, instead of just a spiraling thought in your mind. And even though Dylan was your best friend and you knew you could tell him anything and not receive any sort of judgment, it still felt hard to let the words leave your lips.

You thought about the way to perfectly word everything, but nothing felt right. You pulled your hand away from Dylan's and covered your face as you let out an exasperated breath. "I can't figure how to say it all."

Dylan placed an arm around you and then mimicked the same question you had asked him not too long ago. "What are you feeling right now? In this moment?"

You would have both laughed and smiled at the fact that he was using your exact words if the current circumstances were different.

"Scared," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what the fuck I wanna do anymore, and actually, I don't think I really ever did. I only went to college because of the scholarship, and I convinced myself that I would figure my life out when I got there. And for a while, things felt right because I found creative writing and genuinely enjoyed it, but something doesn't feel right anymore. And I actually do like school. Because it's stable, and I am doing things, even if it's taking a dumbass test. But, it's about to be over soon, and I have no idea what I'm gonna do."

Your words were coming out like vomit, and nothing could stop it because finally, everything you had been feeling for so long was out of your head and put into the open.

"And don't get me wrong, I do love to write, but I don't know, I just can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life," You admitted and then let your next words come out quietly. "Honestly, I can't see myself doing anything. I'm so unhappy here."

You did not say it aloud, but you didn't think you were ever fully content there. Aside from Dylan and your parents, you never truly liked California. You had grown up there all your life, and although there were millions of people that adored the state, you felt the exact way someone from a state like Wyoming probably felt.

Dylan did not verbally respond to your long confession at first; instead, he simply pulled your confused and stressed self in for a hug, and you let out the simultaneous sigh and breath that you had been metaphorically holding in for years at this point.

"Maybe you should take a break," Dylan finally said; his arms were still around you, an action that made you feel completely comforted. "Right after high school, you went straight to college, and I don't think you've ever really taken a break to really think about what you actually want. Like, maybe, it's becoming a zookeeper."

Your laugh was slightly muffled by the fact that your face was pressed into the warmth of Dylan's chest. "Zookeeper?"

"I don't know," He laughed too. "You said you would support me in whatever the fuck I decide to do, and I'll do the exact same for you."

Somehow a smile found its way on your face. "A zookeeper and a comedian. What a fucking dream team."

Another laugh fell from Dylan's lips. "The best fucking dream team."

"But, honestly, I wish I could've known sooner that this is how you've been feeling. I would've been telling you to slow down so long ago, but you seemed content with everything," Dylan told you and gave you another light squeeze. "Please take a break and don't stress yourself out over the future when your next semester is over. Just relax for the first time. You can even come stay with me in LA for a little bit if that's where you wanna take your break. I'll be here for you, Y/N. Always."

Something about his words hit you hard. The wholehearted honesty and sincerity behind his statement shouldn't have surprised you, but it did. And the worry he had for you resembled the same concern you had for him when the accident happened. You two were best friends, so it should not have been a shock that you would worry about each other, but still, in that moment and for you, it was shocking because it felt like so much more than just that.

"Me too," You whispered, finally responding to his previous statement.

The long embrace came to an end with you being the one to pull away; however, you did not pull away far enough for you both to become completely detached from one another. Dylan's arms were still around your waist, and yours were still around the nape of his neck, and your faces were dangerously close. Your hand somehow took on a mind of its own as it reached around and cupped Dylan's cheek. The miniscule confusion and tickle of panic that began to prick at the back of your mind because of the action were not enough to make you pull away.

The slight way that Dylan leaned into your soft touch was the catalyst for you to take the leap and lean in the tiniest bit to close the small distance between the two of you, your lips almost too easily finding his. The inward sigh of contentment you emitted when Dylan almost immediately kissed you back made you realize that kissing him was the one thing currently happening in your life that actually felt right.

Later, when thinking back to that specific moment, you would wonder if that "rightness" had always been there between you both.

However, that right feeling, which was both comfortable and familiar, was quickly replaced with dread and angst, at least on your part. Your mind was beginning to fully catch up with your actions, and it immediately told you that the current action was both bad and stupid, and there were many, many reasons that proved that.

Maybe there were moments where a younger, and even present-day, you did want more to happen between you and Dylan, but you would always push that thought away because you knew that your and Dylan's friendship was so much more valuable.

And then it was the fact that your lives were nothing alike. Even though you were immensely confused about where your life was going, you could say for certain that it wasn't going in the same direction as Dylan's; an acting career that he genuinely loved and enjoyed too much to truly give up. Something deep down told you that, and you could feel the truthfulness behind the thought. The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect.

You abruptly pulled away, not just from the kiss but from Dylan's body entirely, moving to the edge of the bench you were on. Your hands covered your face in nothing but pure embarrassment and regret, and you wished that you could take back the last minute and a half of your life. And you also absolutely hated that you couldn't help but notice how much colder your body felt now that it was away from Dylan's.

"Oh my God. I'm sorry. Fuck. That kiss— it was a mistake. I'm really sorry." Your words came out rushed and fumbled, and it probably did not make much sense, but you just hoped that there was at least a little bit of coherency with them.

As much as you wanted to look at Dylan, you refused to do so because you knew that you would only see the regret you were feeling written clear across his face.

"Hey, it's okay, Y/N. Everything's fine. Don't worry," You heard him say but could hear the uncertainty in his voice as if he really didn't know if everything truly was fine. And you knew that it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.

The holidays were the only time your lives would truly intersect, and you had just completely ruined that.

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let me know your thoughts <3

((((already potentially thinking about doing a part 2 to this….. but idk…))))

[mosshead-lover]

A to Z with Capt’n Levi

Levi Headcanons

A/n: I was suddenly short of words when I was writing this. Lol. I managed to finish. Lemme know how you like it, okay? * Baby bear face*

A: Attention - Loves getting attention from you, especially when swarmed with work, when you offer to make tea or a back massage, or even take care of his hardness. He loves them all equally.

B: Books - One of the traits Levi admires in you is that you read. He often offers to read to you and asks you to correct him if he mispronounces something. Since he grew up underground and never had access to proper education, he is kind of conscious of his spellings. The grave expression he makes as he starts reading makes him look like an innocent kid that thinks he is on the most critical mission of his lifetime.

C: Chivalry - The Captain is chivalrous, indeed. He often brings you flowers. All white, however. He believes in the purity of love and which other colors can signify it better. Moreover, it's his favorite.

D: Dirty Talk - Levi sucks at it, okay? His blunt honesty doesn’t aid the fact.

You: So, you have been accused of damaging someone’s private property, causing flood after flood. I must take you into custody(eying at the bed).

Him: Oh.

You: (trying to keep up) Will you take a look at the damage you’ve caused?

Him: Sure.

E: Enthuse(what excites him?) - It may sound cliche but, You calling him *Captain* when alone is the biggest turn on for him.

F: Foreplay - Levi likes feeling every inch of your body before he gets on with the actual business. He nibbles and kisses the most random places, making your body ask for more, slowly making his way to the sensitive parts. So, You tell me, who’s the king of foreplay?

G: Gifts- Levi doesn't wait for an occasion to get you something, nor do you. If you come across a vintage teapot or a new cleaning tool, you pick it up immediately. Likewise, if he finds something that you’d use or look good on you, he is bringing it home.

H: Hugs- Levi isn't much of a hugger but offers to when you are super low and need comfort. Levi always rests his chin on your shoulder when he hugs you. Back hugs, on the other hand, are very common to him. Especially after a long day, he wants to come home to your warmth and nothing else.

I: Ideal Date- Levi has enough adventures at work already so, Home dates are a luxury for him and you. You begin with morning tea and a little chat. You cook breakfast together and clean too before hitting the bedroom. Aftercare includes a shower, hair drying, and a little snack followed by his wholesome tea. You might go on a small horse ride or a walk in the evening.

J: Jealousy - Levi doesn’t show envy. If something is bothering him, he will be honest with you about it. But, he is sure to lose it if someone stares at you or makes you feel uncomfortable.

K: Kill - Would he kill for you? Ack. You know it already!

L: Liquor (Do you get drunk together?)-

Occasionally you do. Levi seems to hold his booze quite well. Levi does enjoy watching you get drunk and go berserk. Of course, he is there if things go out of hand. That's why you drink crazy in the first place.

M: Massages - He is on the receiving end, mostly. Since he stays awake late at night working, you often offer him shoulder massages.

N: Nos(Turnoffs) - Not addressing the elephant in the room, untidiness, and cold tea.

O: Ogle - Was he ogling you before you got together? Yes. Does he still do? YES! and you love it when those bluish-grey deep set of eyes check you out like it's the first time. The captain’s eyes speak louder than his mouth, and you're more than okay with it.

P: PDA-Levi isn’t a fan tbh. The most you do is hold hands in public except on the last Valentine's day when you were crossing the bridge. The atmosphere was so irresistible that you had to kiss him.

Q: Quarrel- Like any other couple, you have your differences too. Friction between you two is mostly because of Levi’s poor work-life balance and his OCD. Nothing that can't be taken care of before the day ends.

R: Roleplaying- Housekeeper and the owner any day. Oh, and you switch the roles too. Guess who looks darn cute wearing that white lacy headpiece?

S: Snuggles- Does he get Cozy with you often? Not really. Not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just that he can’t initiate. He never discourages you from snuggling up to him. You spoon most of the winter nights.

T: Tickle - Is he Ticklish? Surprisingly Yes. Humanity’s strongest soldier is also one big ass sensitive baby. A Tickle battle is one of those rare things that gets a peal of laughter out of him.

U: Underrated part- His butt! His sinfully sexy butt. You often kindle him by whacking that piece of art. His reaction is worth a million dollars.

V: Variety - Who brings in variety in the relationship? You, Definitely. You are always trying out new stuff. Thanks to his honest feedback, it’s easier to find something you both like, sooner.

W: Walks- When Levi doesn’t have to jump right back to work after dinner, he asks you to go on walks. They are the best. You get to catch up with each other’s day, and Levi is usually in a good mood post walks.

X: X-mas - Well, Christmas is just a decoy. What is more important is his birthday, which falls on the same day. He doesn't like celebrating or even remembering it. The last time you baked a cake and wished him, he said.

”I see. You're eager to celebrate me getting another year closer to death,”

You stopped bothering him since then. You still decorate the house, bake his favorite cookies, and dress up. His birthday coinciding with Christmas is a blessing in disguise, after all.

Y: Yes - Stuff that might seem annoying but, Levi doesn’t mind- A little goofy-ness, snapping at him, messing up his hair, and mimicking him.

Z: Zzzzz/Sleep - What type of a sleeper is he? Levi doesn't snore but moves a lot in his sleep! Often he wakes up in the middle of the night, settles on a chair for the rest of the night. Despite you assuring that throwing his limbs around in sleep does not bother you.

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[vdlest]

For A Lifetime

Characters:

Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Groom!Bucky Barnes x Bride!Reader

Summary:

You just got married to the man you love, and on the reception, you are asked to give a message to your husband.

Warning:

Fluff

You still can't believe that it's your wedding day, that you are finally married to the love of your life, that you are finally Mrs. Barnes. You find it so surreal and hard to believe that the man you are holding hands with right now is your husband and the man you'll grow old with.

Bucky has been your boyfriend for five years, you two owe your love story to Steve because it was him who introduced you to Bucky. Since then, you two were inseparable, until Bucky finally asked you to be his girl, and you gladly said yes. You two shared a beautiful relationship, traveled to a lot of places already, fought some issues and odds together, and five years later, he popped another question for you, the kind of question that changed your life forever. He asked you to marry him, and you did say yes, and after a few months of planning, here you are, finally Mrs. Barnes.

Realizing the years you and Bucky have been through, you tilt your head and glance at your husband who is sitting beside you. You and the rest of your guests are in the reception and the dinner is being served at the moment, but you are already full of love.

"So my Mrs. Barnes," Bucky glances at you and squeezes your hand that he's holding since the ceremony, "Do you want me to dismiss our guests so we could finally have time for ourselves?" he asked naughtily.

You chuckled and pinched his nose, "Let's not be rude, love. We have every time in the world to do whatever we want," you replied, giving his hand a squeeze, "For now, let's enjoy this night with our family and friends," you added.

Planning a wedding is one of the most stressful things you've done, but it was a good thing that many people helped you and Bucky all throughout the planning. Nat and Wanda helped you in finding the right wedding gown for this once in a lifetime milestone in your life, on the other hand, it was Steve and Sam who helped Bucky to find the best suit he could wear for this special day, and they did a great job, seeing your husband so dapper in his suit tonight.

Gathering all your family and close friends is kind of tough, but with the help of Nat and the rest of the team, everything you dreamed of about your wedding was made possible.

You and Bucky were still munching over the dessert when the microphone echoes right through the whole hall, which made you looked over the stage and you saw Steve standing in the middle holding a wine glass.

"Hey, everyone! Can I have everyone's attention please?" he asked.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, both puzzled with Steve's presence in the middle of the stage.

"What's this punk doing there?" Bucky whispered.

You shrugged, "I don't know. We'll see," you answered.

When Steve finally got everyone's attention, he cleared his throat and speaks again in the microphone, "I know it's not my place to start the message giving kind of thing, and I know Bucky is asking himself and his beautiful wife what am I doing here," he glances at you, which made you smile because of the thought that he called you Bucky's wife, "Well, to answer your question Buck, Nat asked me to start the message giving since I am the best man."

"It's not like I have any other choice, man," Bucky yelled, which made everyone laugh.

"Shut up, Buck. It's not your time to talk. Y/n, can you zip your husband's mouth, please?" Steve joked. He cleared his throat once again, "Anyway, Buck, I have no idea what to tell you right now. You're a great man and I don't need to tell you to be a faithful and a good husband to y/n because I know you will. I don't need to tell you to make her happy all the time because I know you will and you're already making her happy. I don't need to tell you the things that a husband does for his wife, because first, I have no idea how to be a husband, and second, I know you'll figure it out. And for you, y/n," Steve moved his eyes towards you, "I wish you had the best nights of sleep of your life because you won't be getting any now that you're married to this punk."

Everyone laughed again because of Steve's joke. You took a glance at Bucky who is still holding your hand to see his reaction to his best friend's joke, and he hurriedly wiped his mouth using his hand, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt because of Steve's joke.

Steve playfully shook his head, "I think I might have an idea on what gift I should give Y/N on Christmas," he clicked his tongue, "I think I'm gonna get her bunch of Tylenol for her headaches," he joked, making everyone laugh again.

"'Gonna kill this man later," your husband murmured as he pulls you closer to him.

Bucky let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you, you leaned towards him, feeling his warmth as you both listen to Steve's speech.

"Kidding aside, Y/N, you are married to a good man. Ever since he met you, there's not a day that he doesn't think of what will make you happy, of what will make you feel his admiration and love for you. When you two met, I saw something different in him. He learned how to trust people, even more, he learned to open up, not just to you but to everyone else. So Buck, y/n," he raised his wine glass, "I wish the two of you years of endless love and fruitful marriage. I may not be a husband to anyone, but I promise the two of you that I will be a good uncle to your little ones soon, not just that, I promise you two that I'll be here whenever you two needed a friend. I love you both! Let's cheers to Mr. & Mrs. Barnes, everyone!"

"Cheers!" everyone shouted.

"Cheers!" you and Bucky joined and after you two took a sip from your glasses, the two of you shared a quick kiss.

When Steve walked down the stage, he walked towards you and Bucky. It was you who he approached first and hugged you.

"Thank you, Steve," you thanked him as you hug him back, "Your presence means a lot to us. We love you too," you whispered.

Steve taps your back gently before he pulled away and hugs his pal next.

Seeing Bucky and Steve hug each other made you smile. You did not witness how their friendship started, but you have a lifetime to witness how their friendship will grow even more.

"Love you, Buck," Steve said as he hugs his best friend.

Bucky taps Steve's back, "Love you, brother," he answered.

Before Steve went back to his seat, he handed you the microphone, signaling that it's now your turn to give a message to your husband.

You happily accepted it and find your way to the stage.

"That's one of a good speech, Cap," you said looking at Steve who is now seated in the middle of Sam and Nat. You next took a glance one by one of your guests as you start your speech, "First things first, thanks to everyone for coming here tonight and for taking your time to celebrate this milestone with me and my husband," your eyes landed on Bucky, "God, I still can't believe you're my husband now."

Tears are starting to form in your eyes, and it's making your sight a bit blurry but it won't stop you from seeing the priceless smile on Bucky's face.

"Just like what my favorite song says, my soul found you and fell in love," you recited a part of your favorite song, For A Lifetime sung by Ryann Darling, "When Steve introduced you to me, I wasn't looking for anything, I was so tired of dating and ended up failing because I can't find the guy who would understand me. I promised myself I won't date anymore, but you happened," your eyes remained looking at Bucky as you continue your message for him, "It's like when we met, a voice came over to me and told me that I just found what I am looking and waiting for. I found it the moment we found each other. And I told myself, you are the most amazing man I've ever met in my entire life, apart from my Dad of course," you said glancing at your dad who is sitting behind Bucky.

When your eyes went back to Bucky, you saw him smile and looked down a bit.

He must've remembered the time when he met your Dad. He was nervous as hell. He didn't know what to tell him, so he just told him that he loves you with all of his heart and soul. He told him he can barely give you anything, but he would be 100% willing to give you his whole heart and love.

"Buck," you called him and his eyes met yours again, "Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for bringing so much happiness to my life. Thank you. Just thank you," your tears finally run down your cheeks, "I love you."

As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Bucky rapidly stood up from where he was sitting and went up to the stage with you. Once he was in front of you, he didn't waste any time, he kissed you.

"I love you more than life itself," he said after kissing you and gave you a quick kiss again. "Everyone," Bucky yelled and raised his wine glass, "Let's cheers for my beautiful wife. To Mrs. Barnes!" he cheered.

"To Mrs. Barnes!" everyone cheered.

You cupped Bucky's face and made him face you, "Love you," you said and rested your forehead against his nose.

Ryann Darling said on his song, my soul found you and fell in love, while for you, your soul found Bucky, fell in love, and stay in love forever.

-v.dl

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pyxis.

dialogue prompt #9: “Cheer up it's Christmas Eve, sweetheart”

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: christmas au, brother's best friend au, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 3,412 (oh no)

warnings: reader is a lil sad but nothing angsty tho

summary: christmas was always an eager wait. less for the tree decorations, family dinner and the fuss of toddlers. more for your childhood best friend who you kissed under a mistletoe years back.

a/n: ahhh!!! I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out to be. the inspiration was from a few christmas themed fics I read here and the movie ‘It's Christmas, Eve’. anyway this was my attempt though it's nowhere near christmas time. one of my personal goals is to celebrate a christmas like the west, the snow, the fuss and the commotion ;-;. Also I lost sense of time and space and this turned out to be 3k ;-;

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“Cheer up it's christmas eve, sweetheart”, your mother chimes as she pours brown batter into little cupcake moulds.

You simply smile at her, the festive mood not really getting to you because of exhaustion. Uni was tough, and enjoying this Christmas when you know you have tons of essays due in a few days was hammering inside your brain every now and then.

“Is that chocolate?”, you ask, leaning your tired body on the counter where she is at work.

“And orange”, she smiles, turning around to preheat the oven.

“Where's Jin”. Though you hated the routinely flicks against your forehead, the absence of your big brother felt weird.

“He went with Jimin to get the Christmas tree”.

The mention of Jimin brings a smile to your face. His soft features and captivating grin filling your head. If there was one of the few things you enjoyed coming back to your hometown for holidays, it's chocolate cupcakes your mom bakes and Jimin.

His family are friends with yours after all. You, Jin and Jimin attended the same school until college and other priorities in life drift you apart. Though the bond must have rusted a bit, you can't deny the fact that you still have that crush which started somewhere in middle school, on a chritmas eve like this when he kissed your cheeks shyly under the mistletoe. Your friends and family, and even Jimin himself must have seen it nothing more than platonic, but you still find yourself relieving the moment in your head however crazy it may sound.

Standing up straight, you decide to fix your bed hair and complete the skincare routine before the said duo drops.

“Mrs. Y/L/n...”, Jimin softly kicks the back door. He is carrying one end of a huge fir, and your brother on the other end, grunting from the freezing snow outside.

“Oh dear place it right there”, you mother is quick to her feet helping the boys and doing her usual commentary on how well the tree looked.

Jimin looks more handsome than ever, especially with his nose and cheeks dusted in scarlet from the cold. He looks really huggable in his fluffy sweaters and red beanie. Jin is busy commanding around so you choose to sit back, a very typical sibling energy and the size of decoration boxes and the tree itself not really appetizing to your will to find any strength.

“Hey Y/n!”, Jimin stares back at your eyes in a split moment which has your lashes fluttering suddenly. You probably look like you are carrying a disease and right now you become very hyper aware of that.

“You alright? You look tired”, he comments. You feel his eyes carefully studying the black under your eyes and worrying his mind because that's what he is like. He cares about everyone and everything, has a heart so soft it hurts to even think about it.

“Jet lag...”, you say, “I'll be fine”. You shoot a little thumbs up on his way to reassure.

“Why didn't Jin get the tree earlier? It's Christmas in a few hours”, you dodge the focus around you and walk near in an attempt to closely examine the tree for no reason other than feeling Jimin’s eyes a little too long on you.

Your brother gets visibly annoyed seeing you start a very unnecessary talk. So he is completely obliged to shoot back with, “Because you were in charge of Christmas decorations this year but your lazy ass flew down here only yesterday”.

“You know I was busy with Uni!”

“Whatever”, he shrugs, getting back to the box of tree decorations. You feel a little bad seeing yourself not being helpful during a festive season. It felt like you were procrastinating on your responsibilities as always.

“Um...is there any way I can help?”, you ask softly, earning a mischievous grin from Jin and your mom fills in the answer.

“We need more baubles. Also I missed out gifts for Aerum and June, so maybe you can get them”. Now this was already tiring and you were not lying earlier either, the jet lag was still choking you alive. You wonder if the huge pile of stars and glitters beside your foot aren't enough but then maybe it's true because this is the largest fir you ever saw for Christmas in your house. And speaking of the five year old notorious duo, your cousins-- Aerum and June, you have no other option than to step out into the butt numbing cold and get something for the sake of not getting your brains eaten.

While you stand there doing these calculations, Jimin puts a two and two and immediately suggests to tag along with you.

“That'd be great! Thanks sweetie”, your mom chimes, her fine lines of face gathering around her eyes while she does so and you catch her throwing a wink to your side and you pretend you never saw that.

“Thank you Jimin”, you smile in all honesty while he reciprocates the same.

“No problem. I'll get my car. Will you be ready in an hour? I think you just woke up”

“Uh...yeah”, you fake a laugh, “Yes I'll be ready in an hour”

Jimin still lives here in your hometown, attends a community college nearby and his house is just a few steps away from your own. You remember how you had the same analogy in your mind as well. You like living here. You like Jimin’s company. The lake Park and the annual ice skating competition in December and the bookstores and coffee shops at the outskirts of the town. And you can't seem to clearly remember when and where that feeling started to become foreign. Maybe it was a teenage quirk to explore the world that you are now a three hour flight away from all of this. It wasn't a deep regret, but seeing Jimin, it almost felt like it. It felt like you betrayed him. Because he seemed to be keeping his word to this day.

This year, it's a few degrees lower than what it usually is and you find yourself chattering your teeth together as you walk to Jimin’s house.

His footsteps rush to get the door as soon as you ring the doorbell and he greets with the same wide grin as if he hasn't just saw you an hour ago.

“Let's go?”, he asks immediately, getting house keys from his coat pocket and locking the front door before stepping out making you confused.

“There's no one home? Where are your parents?”

“Oh well didn't Mrs. Y/L/n tell you?”, he studies your features and gets his response so he continues “They went to New York this year for Christmas. It's some elder people thing I think...so I'll be spending Christmas this year with your family”

“Really!?”, you chime, and then immediately notice a very childish jump you did with tiny fists and all, feeling a little embarrassed at yourself, “Ah... uh I mean that's great”.

“Yeah”, he giggles, sounding like a twelve year old who is still waiting for his growth spurt, “Get in the car it's freezing in here”.

Since it's been six odd months you've spoken to Jimin, you figured it would would be strange and awkward to be with him, but his demeanor states otherwise. He could effortlessly begin conversations and build momentum with you and by the time you are at a thrift store, he is aware of the little gist of student life and the dramatically exaggerated history research paper still due.

“What are you getting for the twins?”, he asks, seeing you checking out the kids toys section with absolutely no idea and that's exactly what you reply to him.

“How about this puzzle?”, he brings a big jigsaw to your glance and you figure it's a great thing to have their little brains engaged and give yourself time to breathe.

“It's perfect!”, you add, immediately placing it your cart with a few decors you picked up from earlier aisles.

Jimin places an extra pack of Christmas candies in the cart, and you send him a questionable look knowing it's his way of bribing the kids coming this evening. He puts too much effort into people's happiness, something you wish you were capable of as well.

The shopping went smooth. It was therapeutic to get hot chocolate with extra marshmallows afterwards like he insisted followed by that very cliche movie scene where one of them develops a creme moustache and the other notices and dabs it off.

You want this moment to linger a little longer, but your whole family arrives in less than two hours and the decorations were due. If Jin doesn't have you in the next thirty minutes he might as well eat all the cupcakes your mom is baking as revenge.

“I had a great time”, Jimin states as he stops the car in front of your house, stealing the words from your mouth and warmth hugs your cheeks immediately.

“Me too. It's been long since we spent time with each other”

You hear a lone sigh with white fogs coming out of his plump lips while he does so, as if he were suddenly sad when you mentioned that.

“Are you okay?”

His grips tightens around the steering, “I've missed you”, he says, eyes meeting slowly. And as if he was suddenly pulled back to earth he conjures another sentence to not sound so vulnerable.

“I uh... It's just--”

“I've missed you too”

Even with the gear box painstakingly blocking the way, you throw your upper half towards his body anyways and you find him hugging you back. His hugs still feel the same from years back; safe and warm and filled with love.

If it wasn't for the constant reminder that your brother is probably plotting a murder against you, you would've stayed much longer in his embrace. Maybe the hug was a big straightforward for a bond still gradually blooming, but it didn't feel weird at all and when you pull back he is smiling down at you.

“I thought you two lovebirds flew off”, a very annoyed Jin states from above you. He is balancing himself on a chair to attach the mistletoe to the ceiling.

“Sorry hyung”, Jimin says. And somehow now you are getting super aware of the way your family is low key shipping you both. Not that it's an irritating thing of course though you seem to act like it. But you have no idea what's going on with Jimin, what if he said he missed you as your childhood friend? It's a lot difficult to segregate his priority of giving affection. He seems to be giving justice in terms of care for every living being he knows.

“The circus is on its way so I hope you both hurry with putting up everything together”, the voice above states, now lowering himself to ground after putting up the twig.

Three of you giggle at the mention of your family as a circus. Well in a way it definitely was. You have a bunch if uncles who crack awful jokes, a trait Jin himself as picked up from a tender age of ten. Then their wives and kids who share certainly the same braincells in comprehending things. You bet they'll ask you again about your major and your dating history once they walk in through that door amidst clearly stating everytime that you are a history major and yes still very single.

In the hallway there is a half decorated tree. A thread of fairly lights wrapped around the green and very few baubles hanging here and there.

“I'll put up the star and join you”, Jimin says, digging out a golden star from the carton. Though now he doesn't know why it was a good idea for him to announce that when both of you were almost the same height. He is just a few centimeters taller than you and the top of the fir is still very much way above your heads.

So with a chuckle you both figure Jin has to do it.

“This is your final year right?”, Jimin asks stepping closer to you. He seemed nervous about something. Or was it anxious?

“Yeah...you?”

“Yeah...”, his sweet tone was drawn almost like a whisper and you sense you should ask him further about what's wrong. But before you had to deal with a starter he continues,

“Are you planning to work in Chicago as well?”

“Sweetheart help me clean up the kitchen please”, your hear your mom's voice overpowering through the house. Which is good. Because you don't know what you are supposed to answer. It was as if he was almost hopeful that you'll choose your hometown all over again. But you aren't sure. So you take the opportunity to step away from the situation excusing yourself.

And while you are clearing the blobs of batter stuck on the counter, your mind is a haywire. What are you going to do? Though you know your whole family wants you to stay, it's still a foggy place to be in. Four years apart in another city as a college student has not provided much, except caffeine addiction and sleepless nights. Things were not even as fun as everyone told you.

A few steps away Jimin silently prays that you stay, because he had truly missed you. Even though you have outgrown from the eighteen year old shell as he had known, he finds himself actively choosing to be with you. Even when other things in life occupies his mind, there's an element of it which goes back to you.

“They are here!”. You groan silently, while your parents are throwing their hands in air, giggles and chatter fills in as your uncles and aunts and the taunting toddlers welcome themselves in.

“Y/n! You have grown so much!”, the older aunt comments, and you supply a manufactured smile to tag along. Other comments follow by soon, about how tired you are, gasps about not having a partner and future plans, all of which are not completely answerable at the moment but you manage to get through them all and finally excusing yourself back to the garage convincing there are more decor supplies in there.

Families are nice. They make festivals brighter and lives less lonely. But yours was just hard sometimes. Not that you completely loathed the people now fueling themselves off the cup cakes your mom bakes, you were just merely lost, still yet to come up with an answer to what your stance is after graduation.

“Hey...”. Jimin has joined you now which you notice feeling a warmth against your shoulder when he sits, with an extra scraf knowing the garage is still comparatively chilly than the house, “you okay?”.

“Yeah...I was just...thinking”

“Is this about earlier? I'm sorry if I made you anxious”, he quickly adds.

“No!...I mean yeah but, it's high time I find a ground with this. What are your plans?”

“I was thinking about teaching at Jefferson High”, he shifts rather uncomfortably. He is talking of the school in your town, your school, where you have lots of memories with Jimin, “You know...like we said during Junior year in high school?”

“I'm sorry Jimin”, you feel the guilt inside you growing, “I never kept my promises”.

“Hey...that's okay! Everyone changes. I just want you to be happy. I...I hope you are happy Y/n”, he reassures, taking your hand from your side and squeezing it between his soft palms.

“I don't know about that either...”

As much as you hated showcasing vulnerability to another person, you know Jimin is an exception. You had cried to him about everything during school days and he had never invalidated a single thing, even when you were visibly dramatic over a downpour during a family picnic when you were five.

Jimin is frozen on his seat as if he can't find the words. He was never good with words so instead he hugs you, a little longer than the last time till he is sure you have calmed down. Grateful for not ending up crying, you smile up at him and remind yourselves to get back inside to avoid suspicion, especially from the kids who take humiliating people as an important milestone to achieve.

When you enter back inside and get immediately surrounded by a million questions and chores thrown at you, you find your answer. Maybe your heart belongs back to everything your younger self had blabbered about. Not to mention, this fairly good reunion with your crush feels nice, though, he might still see it as platonic. Maybe he makes things less daunting.

By the way Jimin was owning everyone's heart in the house, it felt like he was family. Well in a way he is. But to put more clarity, he bought things together and his actions bought so much peace and love within everyone. Even the notorious twins listen carefully to him and help the uncles and aunts in the kitchen.

He is again by your side, two cupcakes rests on his palms and you take it with a silent ‘thanks’.

Seeing no signs of him beginning a talk now, you think of coming up with something. Maybe a memoir from today? Or about how absolutely handsome he looks right now? Wait.

“They are under the kissing twig!”, Aerum screams like the house caught in fire, her sibling joining by the side to provoke the habit even more.

“It's called a mistletoe Aerum”, your aunt corrects before pasting a smug across her lips.

Nothing changed. They are the same people. Hyping you and Jimin to kiss just like when you were thirteen. If the factor of time is removed, this is the exact night. Both of you cemented to the flooring as if you forgot to exist.

Both of your necks snap together to the mistletoe Jin had attached to the ceiling earlier. And when you lower your gaze back, face gawks at each other eye to eye. It's the same. He has that blush, the shyness from years ago. It's going to be platonic. Yet again. And this moment will only ever be romantic and flowery in your head.

June was the first to squeak, and Aerum shuts her eyes the moment Jimin is leaning his mouth towards your lips. It was difficult to relax under the stares of many, but when he ghosts his mouth over your again and leans in for a second kiss, you are fixated on him. Hands holding each other, the plump of his lips so soft it felt like you were biting into a fluff of cloud.

Maybe he'll have an explanation to your family for this. Not like anyone in the audience was disappointed. Your mother was almost in tears? And Jin looked hardly surprised with any of this. As if it was all swell according to his plans.

“You both are so cute”, one of the aunts awes and your mother is quick by her side, completely agreeing to it.

“Jimin...”, you return your gaze to the equally flustered man who just kissed you and he sounded almost breathless,

“I'm sorry if this was wrong it ju--”

“I like you”, you immediately snap in and his face is a void for an instant. Fully processing the words, his eyes disappear when he grins, “I like you too...a lot”.

“Are you two dating?”, the twins haven't dropped the case yet, running to your feet to help their curious brains.

“Yes...”, Jimin responds, looking up at you for a reassurance, which you quickly supply with a nod, “Yes we are dating”.

When the kids are satisfied they go away snickering to themselves.

“I decided to stay”, you say.

“Really!?”, his disbelief was comical, yet wholesome considering how much he wished for this, “I'm...I'm so happy!”.

Giggling at him, this time you lean forward and peck the corner of his lips.

“You lovebirds better get a room”, Jin announces and thankfully not loud enough to catch everyone else's attention.

Usually Jin expects a punch to his arms from his sister, but he sees how grateful you are for his mistletoe decor. He leaves the couple, satisfied that there won't be any more ranting about how much Jimin likes you.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

Christmas with you 🎄

Summary:

You and Corpse don't talk to your families so for Christmas you both spend it together. Just the two of you

Warning: fluff

Pairing: corpse husband x reader

A Corpse masterlist coming after I post a few more fics! Request open!

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comment and reblogs welcome!

Snow was falling outside on a Christmas morning (I know it doesn't snow in southern California lol). You were wrapped up in Corpse's arms as you both laid in the warm bed fast asleep. This was both of your first Christmas with each other And it was also the first Christmas either one of you would be spending any holiday with anyone other than yourselves. 

You both were in a similar situation. Your families don't talk to you anymore and your mental health was a hot mess. That's what drew you both to each other. Going through the same thing made it easier for you both to understand each other and comfort one another. 

Now you both have been together for about 9 months and you've never been happier.

A groan fell from Corpse lips as he started to wake up. You tried to bury your head in his chest, trying to soak up his warmth and stay asleep. Corpse couldn't help but smile at your action. He ran his hand over your back, "Good morning."

 His morning voice was raspy and deep; It always made you shiver. You lifted your head looking at Corpse knowing you won't go back to sleep anytime soon. "Good morning corpse." 

Corpse chuckled softly, looking down at you. "Merry Christmas my love." It was your turn to chuckle. "Merry Christmas are you ready to go down stairs and go open your presents little guy?" You joked. Corpse just laughed and nodded, "yeah, I'm so ready."

You both got out of bed and made your way down stairs. You had to admit you were more excited than Corpse. When you reached the bottom step you squealed. Even though you've seen those presents like a million times throughout the past 2 weeks, they still made you excited. 

You and Corpse walked into the living room and sat on the couch. "So which one should we open first?" You tsk until you spotted a small box for Corpse. "Let's open this one first." 

You picked it up and handed it to him. Corpse smiled softly as he ripped the paper off. When the paper was finally off he was met with Rings you got custom made for him. One was a skull and the other was a snake. 

"So what do you think?" You asked as you looked up at him. Corpse looked at you, "I love it. Thank you." Corpse pushed the rings on his fingers before he leaned over and kissed your cheek. Your face heated up at his action.

Corpse was soon handing you a gift from under the tree. You ripped off the paper fast, eager to see what's inside. "Oh my gosh." Inside the box was a candle that smelled like sugar cookies. 

"I'm not very good at shopping for stuff but I noticed you really liked candles so…" Corpse trailed off hoping you were okay with the gift. "I love it." You grinned placing the candle on the table. "Thank you."

-

You and Corpse opened each other's gifts. He got you lots of clothes, candles, the book you always wanted, a necklace with his initial on it, and lots of junk food that you love. You got him similar things, the only thing different is you got him an electric guitar that costed a lot and him a black hoodie that you were sure to steal after he wore it a couple of times. 

All left under the tree was a small box from Corpse.

"So what's this?" You asked, picking up the box handing it to Corpse. Corpse sucked in his breath as he took a hold of it. "Um… this is a very special gift I want to give you." Corpse ripped the paper off and opened the box. Inside of the box was a ring box. Your breath hitched in your throat. Corpse opened it revealing a ring.

"Y/n this is a promise ring and I know it's quite early to give you this but I promise you I want you to be mine for the rest of my life. These past few months with you have been amazing and I don't want to be with anyone else. So what do you say, will you accept my promise ring?"

You felt yourself tear up. "Yes I'll expect your promise ring." You put your hand out so Corpse could slip the ring on your finger. When it was on Corpse released the breath he didn't notice he was holding. His heart was beating so fastly in his chest even though you said yes already. He brought his arms around you pulling you onto his lap. He hugged you closely, not wanting to let go of you because it felt like a dream. 

"I love you so much." You Mumbled into his shoulder. Corpse smiled softly into your shoulder. "I love you too baby. Can't wait to spend more Christmases with you." He kissed your neck before his mind drifted off, thinking about the many years he'll spend with you. You both felt so lucky to have each other. 

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

Ah I loved this. Hope you all liked it! Merry Christmas and I'm very grateful for you all 

[tamakissimp]

headcanon- secret santa

summary: they’re their crush’s secret Santa

characters: Izuku, Shoto, Iida, Shinso, Dabi

warnings: cursing

request: @awkwardteengirl505​ hey hun! sorry to be a pain but can you do a secret Santa part 2 please? with the rest of the gang like izu, sho,dabi ect. also hope your having a fabulous day :D

a/n: thank you! I hope you have a good day too! and yes, I was already kinda planning on doing these headcanons for more characters so thank you for requesting!🥰

𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕜𝕦

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟡𝟡

Izuku bits his tongue to keep his giggles down. He didn't even need to fully read your name, he could recognize your handwriting anywhere. Heat flushes through his cheeks as his mind goes wild with ideas for potential gifts.

"Who'd you get 'Zuki?" you suddenly ask. His heart skips a beat at the nickname. He quickly stuffs the piece of paper into his pocket and looks in your eyes. A mistake, on his part, since he immediately looks down to the ground after.

"No one!" he says a little too quickly. You hold your hands up in the air and take a step away from him. Izuku curses at himself for his response. "I mean, i-it's a secret! A t-total secret s-so I can't t-tell you.".

You nod at his words before flashing him a smile. "Okay, okay. Then I'm not telling you either,' you say as you shoot him a wink. You turn away from him when Ochako taps on your shoulder. She happily shows you her note before you show her yours.

Izuku stars at your interaction with your mutual friend. A small smile tugs on his lips as he sees how happy you get. You whisper in Ochaka's ear so that none of the others can hear you. God, he needs to make this gift perfect.

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Izuku unwraps his gift with shaky fingers. He carefully pulls the black ribbon off the box before moving into the green wrapping paper. Out from under the paper, a box appears. Simple doodles decorate the sides. He recognizes some of them. They're the same doodles you always draw on your notes.

The drawings range from hearts to flowers to little face. A blush washes through his cheeks. He quickly lifts the lid of the box. A sweater lays waiting for him. He quickly grabs it out the box. He runs the soft material between his fingers.

Izuku looks up at you. A goofy smile is plastered on your lips. Yep, that makes it official. This sweater is the only thing he is going to wear for the next week.

"T-Thank you so much!" he says as he gives you a little bow. You nudge his side while shaking your head.

"Stop with those formalities," you say before pulling him in for a hug. Izuku remains frozen as you hug him. He memorizes the feeling of your body presses against his. He bites his tongue to stop a whine from spilling out as you pull away.

"Now, I think it's your turn if I'm correct," Shoto says. You nod at the half-and-half boy as you reach towards the gift bag with your name on it. It's small, smaller than the others.

Izuku's body runs cold as he watches you unpack his gift. Insecurity clouds his brain. Compared to your gift, his is trash. Maybe he shouldn't have taken Iida's advice.

A gasp leaves your lift as you read over the words written on the slip of paper stuffed in the gift bag. "A...date?" you ask before looking over at Izuku. His cheeks as he looks over at his 'gift'.

Coupon good for one date

Fuck. He should have thought of something else. Why would you want to go on a date with him? Facing rejection in front of his friends will be the worse thing to ever happen to him-

"I thought you'd never ask," you say. Wait, what? Izuku's head whips up to look at you. That same goofy smile from earlier is displayed on his lips. His heart fills up with the heat.

"Really-" he says. You cut him off but moving forwards, cupping his face and planting your lips on his. Izuku stiffens for a second before melting into the kiss. It's brief, but it's all he could ever wish for.

You pull away only to be welcomed from various comments and wolf whistles from your friends.

"I thought you two would never confess," Shoto says. You finally look away from Izuku to stare at the 'coupon' once again. Izuku laughs a little as Iida gives him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. O God, is he thankful that he's your secret Santa.

𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟜𝟘

Christmas is new to him. His parents were to busy abusing raising their kids to bother with holidays. All he knew about Christmas comes from the few Hallmark movies he saw. So when Izuku told him that the whole, so-called, Deku-squad were going to do secret Santa it took a lot of explaining. You took the role of guiding Shoto through it.

"Just, grab a note," you say as you point to the bowl sitting in front is Shoto. He nods before reaching into the bowl and grabbing a note. He looks at you again. "Open it up! See who you got.".

Shoto folds the note open. His eyes widen as he sees your name scribbled on the note. He quickly folds it closed again. "And?" you ask. "Why'd you get?".

"It's a secret, isn't it?" Shoto says. You laugh at him. You expected Iida to stick to the rules, not Shoto.

"That's true," you say. "It's a bummer though. I got Izuku.".

Shoto nods at that. Some part of him is disappointed that you aren't his secret Santa. He would even dare to say that he's jealous of Izuku. Though he pushes those thoughts back down quickly. He has no reason to be jealous, right?

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'Y-Y/n, it's your t-turn!" Izuku says. You smile at him and grab the bag with your name on it. Izuku's attention is immediately turned back on the various amounts of Allmight merchandise you got him.

You look over your group of friends before looking back at the gift bag. You quickly grab every gift out of the bag. From the looks, if it, your secret Santa went above the budget. Way above the budget.

A simple chain necklace, a new Christmas sweater, a gift card for your favourite store. You quickly realized who your secret Santa was. Only one person had enough money to pull this off. You were certain when you pulled a new phone case out of the gift bag. It has a photo of you and Shoto printed on the back off it.

Once all the gifts are stalled out around you, you turn to your friend. "Shoto, you shouldn't have," you say before pulling him in a for a hug.

Shoto awkwardly wraps his arms around your shoulders. A smile tugs on his lips as he feels you nuzzle into his neck. You pull away again to glance at the gifts.

"I can't accept all of these," you say. Shoto quickly shakes his head.

"From my understanding, secret Santa's were supposed to give each other gifts, correct?" Shoto asks. You nod at his words. "Then please, do accept them.".

You sigh. You could see that there was a meaning behind every gift. A shirt that Shoto already owned, so that you match now. A teddy bear, that is similar to one he once won for you at a fare. A box of chocolates from the brand you both enjoy.

You nod before mentioning towards Iida to grab his gift. He happily reaches towards the pile laying in front of you all.

"I'll accept them if..." you say. "If you let me pay you back. Let me take you out for food tonight.".

Shoto's cheeks flush at the idea of you two going to a restaurant. Could this be? Maybe...

"Are you asking me out on a date?" he asks. A nervous smile spreads over your lips.

"If I am, would you say yes?" you ask. Shoto nods. You happily smile before giving his arm a light squeeze. Shoto's eyes widen at the action but he can't deny the butterflies swarming up because of it.

"Then consider it a date!" you say. Shoto nods before looking away from you and towards Iida, who's now unpacking his gifts. God, never had he guessed that Christmas could be this much fun.

𝕚𝕚𝕕𝕒

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟞𝟝𝟙

Secret Santa was just another opportunity for Iida to prove that he was a class president. He made it his personal mission to get his secret Santa the best gifts money could get.

He is busy hyping himself up as he reaches into the bowl to grab a note. He unfolds it. Y/n. Fuck. Ass. Shit. Fucking fuck. Panic washes through his body.

"Iida!" you say. The panic that was building up in him melts the moment he hears your voice. He turns towards you with a smile on his lips. You run over to him with a goofy smile on your lips.

Once you reach him, you tap him a couple of times on his arm. "Do you want to go gift shopping with me? Please?" you ask. He can't say no to you. Not when you give him those big, puppy-dog eyes paired with that goofy grin.

Iida quickly nods. "Yes! Of course," he says. "I'll take you shopping. That's what a good friend does!".

"Great! How about tomorrow at four?" you ask. Iida nods. You smile at him one last time before running off to talk to god knows who. Iida remains in his spot, relishing the warmth flowing through his heart. He is thankful that his mind is still clouded by a loving fog. If not, he would be freaking out on how he's going to hide that fact that he's your secret Santa.

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Iida's normally calm composure is now failing on him. To him, it feels like you're unpacking your gift at an agonizingly slow pace. While in reality, you're tearing through the baby blue wrapping paper at rapid speed.

His fists clench and unclench as he tries to keep his nerves at bay. When you have finally thorn away all the wrapping paper, a smile spreads over your lips.

You proudly hold your gift in your hands. A little basket filled with snacks, a new mug and a book from your favourite author. Along with a letter situated in a pretty green envelope.

"This is so sweet!" you say. With that, Iida's body relaxes. A cocky smile spreads over his lips. "Who's my secret Santa?".

With that, Iida lifts his hand. You carefully place the basket on the ground beside you before crawling over to Iida and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you," you whisper into his shoulder.

Iida's smile grows at your hug. His nerves are on fire and his senses are tingling. His happily wraps his arms around you. You pull away from him - way too quickly for Iida - and look him in the eyes.

"What's in the envelope?" you asks. Iida's cheeks grow red at the question.

"Um-N-Nothing!" he quickly says. "Just open it when you're by yourself, okay?". You nod at him before crawling back to your original space, wondering what could be in that envelope.

✨bonus✨

You clutch the small basket to your chest as you take quick steps towards your dorm. You pull the door open and rapidly throw it shut behind you. You gently place the basket onto your bed before gabbing the envelope out of it.

The light green colour suprised you. Blue would have suited Iida better but it's pretty none the less. You quickly open it before snatching the letter out of it. You gently fold it open before reading it.

You're way too excited to read the whole thing. You opt for scanning the text quickly instead. I trust you. Well, that's good. Trust is essential in friendship. I hope you won't treat me differently. Wait, what? I like you.

Oh, crap. Meet me tonight at my dorm have feelings for me as well. If not, we'll pretend I never confessed.

You throw the letter down onto your bed and run over to Iida's dorm. If Aizawa would have seen how fast you ran, he would have been proud.

𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕠

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟟𝟘𝟠

To say that he was surprised when you invited him for secret Santa, was an understatement. Most of the school feared him, though you never did. You opened him with wide arms and showed him what it's like to be treated like a normal person.

Shinso ignores the hateful glares thrown his way. The only thing he's paying attention to is the way you pull him towards the bowl that Kirishima is holding.

"Y/n!" the redhead says. You greet him as well. "Oh, you brought Shinso.". For a moment, a prepares himself for another hateful comment thrown his way. "You're in general studies, right?". Oh, that wasn't so bad.

Shinso nods at Kirishima. A smile spreads over the redhead's lips. "Cool! I heard that your quirk is super manly!"

Shinso looks over at you with confused eyes. "Hell yeah," you say before reaching into the bowl and grabbing a note. "Hitoshi's quirk is badass.".

A smile spreads over Shinso's lips before grabs a note as well. "You're unbreakable, right?" he asks. Kirishima proudly smiles at him while humming in agreement. "That's...cool,".

"And manly," you add. Kirishima chuckles at you before excusing himself to continue handing out notes. You turn back towards Shinso.

"Let's see who we got!" you say. Shinso nods before folding his note open. Y/n. Thank fucking god. He would have died is he had someone else, let alone a big-mouthed little shit like Bakugou.

He looks over to you. The moment you've read the name on the note, you quickly close it again. A bright smile falls on your lips as stupid giggles follow suit.

"Did you get me?" Shinso asks. He means it teasingly but you take it seriously. Your eyes grow wide.

"How did you know?" you ask. Shinso chuckles to himself before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading the two of you towards the couch standing in the common room.

"Only I could make you giggle like a fucking idiot," he adds. You shake your head as you snuggle into his hold. Fuck, was he glad he pulled your note.

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The whole afternoon has gone by surprisingly well. So far, Bakugou has only blown two holes in the whole, Denki has only short-circuited ones and Iida has only given five lectures. No one has said anything hurtful to Shinso. The 1-A class have started to warm up to the general studies student. Shinso would even dare to say that he was having a good time. Though, sipping hot chocolate while laughing his ass off with you could make any activity 'good'.

"Come on, idiot. You're next," Bakugou groans out. He has his arms folded over his chest, doing his best to put on a 'tough guy' facade. Though, his attempts fail since the pastel orange cap that Kirishima gifted him is still planted firmly on his head. The knitted yarn along with the fluffy pomp-pomp sitting on top of it makes Bakugou look more like an angry toddler than a threat.

With a smile, you grab your gift bag. You look over at Shinso before opening the bag up. He's lazily leaning against the couch while taking slow sips of his hot chocolate.

The jet-black gift bag reveals a white scarf. Sloopy stitches and small holes quickly give away the fact that it's homemade. The creamy white colour reminds you of only one person.

You look over to Shinso to see him already smirk at you. You quickly wrap the scarf around your neck. The soft wool feels amazing against your skin.

"Did you make this, 'Toshi?" you ask. Shinso slowly nods. You run your fingers over the fabric again. "Thank you. Really, thank you.".

Shinso's heart flutters at the sight of you. Your excitement travels over to him and he can't stop a goofy smile from pulling on his lips.

"Shitty hair, you're next!" Bakugou calls as he points at Shinso.

He shakes his head as he grabs his own gift bag. "My hair is not shitty, it's cool," he says before grabbing his gift out of the bag.

"Meh, it's actually kinda shitty," you interject while rubbing the scarf against your cheek. Shinso shakes his head at you. God, you're a dork. But you're his dork.

𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟜𝟛𝟟

The only reason he agreed to do this was to stop Toga from bugging him. That and the chance that he could get to be your secret Santa. Or better yet, get you to be his.

While flirting was normally his forte, all his skills when out the window when it came to you. He stumbles of his words and his hands start shaking. He feels like a highschool boy all over again. Maybe he could use this as a way to get you to go out with him.

"Bacon bits, come on and pick one," Shigaraki calls. Dabi grumbles at the nickname.

"Not my name, crusty," he says before sticking his hand into Mr Compress' hat. Please be Y/n. Just this once, let the universe work in his favour. He pulls the note out of the hat. He folds it open. Y/n.

Dabi thanks any god that might be up there. For once, luck is on his side. Dabi's eyes shoot over to you. You're talking with a giddy Toga. She's hanging on your arm and discussing potential gifts with you.

You look over at him. He winks at you and you quickly look back at Toga, too flustered to look at Dabi again. He chuckles to himself before walking over a dark corner of the bar try to look 'cool' and 'mysterious'. No one can know that he's secretly thinking if a romantic present to give you.

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"Y/n-chan! Open your gift!" Toga whines out. You shake your head at her as you carefully tear the wrapping paper away. It's clearly cheap. Knowing your friends, most likely stolen, though you don't mind. You smile as you see your gift.

A small teddy bear with dark purple patches to match Dabi's scars. You quickly look over at him. "So you can cuddle it. I know you want the real thing," he says while gesturing to his body. "But this is the closest you'll get.".

You smile brightly at him as you wrap your arms around the plushy. Dabi's heart does summersaults at the sight of you, though he does his best to hide that.

"So I'll never get to snuggle with you?" you ask with a fake pout. Dabi rolls his eyes at you.

"If you wanted to get into my bed you could have just said so, baby," he says. You look away from him again as you mention for Toga to open her gift.

Dabi smirks as he continues to watch you cradle the plushie. Some part of him grows envious of the inanimate object. Maybe, he'll offer to cuddle you tonight. Maybe.