#bc we both figured it out before we exchanged gifts

[helleanorlance]

Every year my childhood best friend gets me either an incredibly thoughtful gift or she has nothing ready. There is no middle ground with her at all and I genuinely love this about her and think it’s hilarious. Last year we walked into a distillery and I mentioned that I really liked their hats and she was like “oh well I haven’t gotten you a Christmas present do you want me to get you one?” And like. This distillery was, truly, about a block from her parents house. It would have been so easy to go back and get me the hat when I was not with her. And that did not occur to her. So I wonder what will happen this year lol.

[perseephoneee]

yule (kai parker x reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 6 of ficmas!

authors note: this is short bc i'm lame, but i really love kai and thought it would be fun to highlight one of the holidays i celebrate during the winter season.

“I don’t care much about the holiday season,” Kai said, lounging on your couch and eating chips. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“How could you not care? The holidays are awesome,” you gasped. Kai just shrugged, returning his attention to the TV. You were currently watching Die Hard, your favorite Christmas movie. 

“The holidays were never special to me,” he mumbled. “Just another day, I was reminded that my Dad didn’t care.” You looked at him with a sad expression, and you could see him get slightly uncomfortable with your show of emotion. “Babe, you’re doing the puppy eyes again.”

“We have to do something for the season,” you pouted.

“We could have sex?”

“Kai!” you scolded, hitting him with your hand. He winked at you. 

“What? I think it’s special,” he munched on another chip, looking offended as you grabbed the bag out of his hands. 

“Kai Parker, I will give you one good holiday if it’s the last thing I do,” you exclaimed, crossing your arms defiantly. Kai rolled his eyes at your you-can’t-change-my-mind face, which usually meant he had to do whatever you wanted. Early on, before you were dating, it used to drive him up the wall. You were incredibly obstinate. But now, he found it slightly endearing, albeit annoying. 

“So what? We’ll get a tree, wrap presents, sing carols?” Kai chuckled. 

“No,” you hummed, twiddling your fingers. “I don’t celebrate Christmas.”

“You don’t?” Kai asked, gesturing to the TV and the green and red lights you had strung up around your apartment. 

“I celebrate Yule.”

“Oh, so super traditional,” Kai nodded. You were both witches, but while Kai grew up in a family devoid of love and happiness, you grew up in a traditional coven. The whole community raised you, as was tradition. It meant that when Christmas came around, while you enjoyed the cookie-cutter capitalistic nature of it all, you still celebrated Yuletide at your roots. “I’ve never celebrated Yule.”

“Then I’m going to show you how it's done.”

Yuletide started on December 21st, and you made Kai go to the market to get a Yule log to burn. You had to shoo him out after he began to crack many innuendos about his wood. Kai didn’t entirely understand the purpose of burning the log. 

“To ask for the light to come back as we sit on the coldest night of the year,” you explained, sitting in front of your fireplace. Kai sat next to you, sipping on mulled wine. 

“I don’t need the light to return; I already have you,” He winked. You gave him a pointed look, even with the blush coating your cheeks. 

“Where’d you hear that one?”

“Sounds like something a more romantic man would say,” Kai sighed. 

You kissed him before the fireplace before beckoning him to wear his winter coat and follow you. You took him out to the forest behind your house, covered in a fresh coat of snow. The tiny white crystals coated the ground and the evergreens. Even the birds were quiet. You loved watching Kai try to catch snow on his tongue, ever the child. He peppered you with questions about where you were going as you walked further into the woods. Eventually, you came upon a clearing where many of your covens stood around with lanterns. A bonfire was in the center, and witches exchanged gifts and ate hot food by the firelight. Kai looked around with a sense of awe and confusion. 

“Its…”

“Beautiful?”

“Peaceful,” Kai settled on. He looked around with slight discomfort. As Kai struggled to identify and process his emotions, you got better at figuring out the things he was feeling. In this case, you had seen this look on his face before and knew what he was feeling. 

“You are allowed to feel peace,” you put a hand on Kai’s arm, capturing his attention. “Love isn’t conditional, and I’m sorry you were taught it was.”

Kai had a single tear cross his face, and you put up a hand to wipe it away. He nuzzled into your palm, kissing it and giving you a look of adoration. 

“I…thank you,” Kai said, speechless. Kai still struggled to say I love you, and you didn’t hold it to him. You knew by the fact that you managed to shut him up that he was overwhelmed. 

“C’mon,” you took his hand, leading him deeper into the clearing. You waved hello to several of your fellow covenmates and laughed as Kai kept sneaking food from the buffet tables around the clearing. After eating, you told Kai that you wanted to show him something. He followed you into the forest, a flickering candle in your hand. You brought him to a section of the forest where the coven liked to grow specific herbs and plants. It was under one tree that you stopped Kai. “Take a guess where we are.”

“The forest,” Kai deadpanned. You pulled off some of the berries from the tree. It took Kai a second to recognize them. “Is that…?”

“Mistletoe?” You answered, putting your candle down in the snow and smiling coyly. “I think someone owes me a kiss.”

Kai smirked, leaning in and kissing you passionately. His lips were cold from the temperature, but you didn’t care as you felt yourself melting into him. If there’s one thing Kai excelled at, it was kissing the living daylights out of you. When you parted, you smiled as you noticed the tree had grown even brighter around you. You didn’t even see when Kai siphoned you, inadvertently affecting the wildlife. 

“Thank you for making the holidays worth it,” Kai whispered, kissing you again. 

To him, you had made it all worth it.

[shuamorollss]

THE WORST Secret Santa! — StucoPres!yjw x gn!reader

you never knew that a peculiar game of switched class secret santa would draw you and jungwon together

fluff, comedy, featuring various of idols, jungwon is clumsy if u squint warnings— not proofread, errors ahead, unsuree but there might be scenes where reader gets identified as she/her, 8.4k wc (i got carried away omfg) + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

taglist— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow

note— I know i said i'd post this on valentines (it's feb 17 now..) BUT i rlly didn't hv time to open tumblr bc of the packing homeworks school is alr giving us TT but here it is!!! I'm sorry if it looks rushed in a way.. And i wanted to give out like a serendipity feel to it anyway that's it and I'm sorry for delaying this fic <//3 Was also thinking of making a part two for this one cause I haven't done justice on their love story Omg

you along with your classmates didn't know what drew your adviser to host a game of secret santa, but with other classes.

Although at the same time you think it's a cute way to get to know the people from the other class, the thing is.. what do they even want as a present? you possibly can't just approach them and ask them what present they want to receive.

yeah, this game will definitely suck.

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"I can't believeee the principal approved of this switched class secret santa or whatchamacallit." Your deskmate, Hanni Pham, whined, slouching forward, irritatingly slamming her cheeks on your shared desk. "Hey, It sounds kinda fun. I mean, the concept is pretty unique." Sim Jayoon replied who was sitting on the desk in front, turned her gaze to the both of you.

In all honesty, you were pretty neutral about the idea. Moreso on Yoon's side; she was right, it does sound a bit exciting, with such a different concept for secret santa and being a school transferee, you'll finally get to know other students in your school this way.

Yoon and Hanni’s gazes transferred to you, wanting to hear your perspective of the said exchange gift event for your annual christmas party. You started with a half shrug, “I sort of agree with Yoon, things like these do sound exciting.“ you let out a short and nervous laugh.

“See? Two versus one Hanni.” Yoon lets out a smug face as if it was a competition to feel triumphant on. Hanni only groaned as she glared at the girl with bangs, then moving her head to the other side.

“But how will this whole secret santa work? Like which class are we all gonna get paired to?” Hanni grumbled, still protesting for this concept of secret santa to move forward (even though choices were already made by school authority).

Before you and Yoon could answer her question, Naoi Rei came into the picture. cheerfully letting out a “ Hey guys! “ as she sits beside her seatmate, Yoon. You all greeted her back with the same yet idle “hey!”

Hanni finally raises her head up to check the girl in front of her. The curve on Rei’s lips never seemed to fade, figuring that she might have some things to say that would pique you and the girl's interest.

“I overheard Mrs. Jeon and Mrs. Yoon earlier talking about the secret santa thing…” Rei started, all of your ears perked up as if it was activated, ready to listen to everything that will come out next. Stories that involve advisers (especially your class’s adviser, Mrs. Jeon) are already intriguing to hear and you all thank Rei for being a part of your friend group and for having such a good source of gossip.

Rei slightly leaned forwards in which you three mirrored her move, waiting a few seconds for your friend to process her words.

“So.. okay. I heard our class, and their class are gonna be paired for the secret santa.” Yoon gasped at Rei’s statement while Hanni’s eyes only widened, and you? utterly confused.

How is this news? You thought to yourself, what is so shocking about these two classes colliding for the secret santa?

Yoon was repeatedly slapping your desk in excitement while Hanni was just frozen in place “I’m gonna see our class so desperate to get his name.” she lets out; and Rei was just giggling… but why? and who's he?

The three eventually noticed your clueless state, realizing you probably do not know anything about Mrs. Yoon’s class. Rei gave you a question regarding that class, shaking your head as a response.

“Girl.. Yang Jungwon is in that class.” Yoon replied, gently holding your arm as it rests on your desk.

“Yang Jung- who?” you raised a brow.

“Mister student council president.” Hanni lets out a short chuckle, glancing at Rei. You can only breathe out a long oh in response, even so, still unfamiliar with the boy mentioned.

Since your friends have talked about it like they were fangirls, he must be extremely popular… being the student council president after all.

Before your conversation escalates, you four immediately shifted your attention to the font noticing a sudden thud on the front door, knowing that your Teacher had already entered your classroom.

All of you stood up to welcome and greet your adviser, officially starting the homeroom hour for the day.

Much to you and your friends surprise, the news Rei announced about the classes to be paired with from secret santa were correct, hearing the mention of Mrs. Yoon's class later on. You were startled when some of your girl classmates gasped about the news, you swore that their excitement could almost be heard even outside your classroom, reaching the long corridors,

You didn’t know why you had only found out about his popularity today, even if you were friends with the student council secretary (Hanni Pham), you seem to not hear her, or any of your friends for that matter, mentioning the name Yang Jungwon until now.

You turn your head to your seatmate only to see her rolling her eyes and groaning at the fangirling session your class has started after the mention of Jungwon's name.

Your old school has popular students too, similar to this Jungwon person, although they had never made this kind of impact on a class before… This was completely new to you especially how can some normal students still get a whole hoard of students swooning over them?

“This school is weird.” You muttered at the thought. Hanni unknowingly catches your whispers, replying “Right.” which quickly caught you off guard.

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You all were instructed to write your names on a small piece of paper and a wishlist on what you want to receive as a present. Your adviser gave you a good 5 minutes to write everything out and you were baffled to find the part where you write your wishlist to be difficult. You tap your pen at the surface of your desk, forming a rhythm as you intently gather your thoughts about things you want to receive as a present, although not one thing comes to mind.

You want to buy the things you desire with your own money, you wish to write something that isn’t too much of a hassle for the other to buy… and still none pops up in your mind.

You take small peaks at Hanni’s paper, she was writing something alright, and pretty focused too. You envy your seatmate for already knowing what she desires to get in 2 weeks, while you’re still stuck on a piece of paper that only has your name written on it.

You were too drowned in your thoughts only to see that the time had run up. It was time to fold your papers and place it on a tupperware box in order to finally switch with the other class.

You swiftly scribbled on your paper before your teacher passed by your desk; and to your relief you made it. Folding the paper and dropping it in the box at the same time as Hanni.

As your adviser leaves the class to pass the box, you, Hanni, and the two other girls seated in front of you let out their own sigh of relief. Yoon and Rei turn around to ask what you two wrote in your own wishlists.

“I just wanted a new set of highlighters and a computer mouse, what about you Y/n?”

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“Surprise me,” Jungwon read out loud, “and nothing else.” He added, earning a perplexed face from Wonyoung. As if she hadn't heard the male right.

“There’s no way that person wrote that in their wishlist.” Wonyoung snatched the paper out of Jungwon's grip, squinting her eyes as if she’s gonna find anything else written in the paper.

“Yeah, good luck with that.” She intensely placed the paper back on the man’s desk, Jungwon only rolling his eyes at the girl sitting in front of him.

Wonyoung gasped at the attitude her friend just showed, “Look won, no one would want to trade secret santa’s with you with that wishlist.”

“I'm not willing to trade it anyway. I don't mind it to be honest.”

“Why not? Won’t it be hard for you?” she raised a brow.

“Might be difficult when I start to look for a present, although I don’t think I’m the only one who’s gonna find difficulties in finding me a present.”

Wonyoung only stared at the other, forehead creasing, “What do you mean— Won, what did you write on your wishlist?”

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“Wow Y/n you got Jungwon?!” Hanni exclaimed, you immediately grip on her shoulders in an attempt to shut her up (it was reflex). Thankfully the two girls in front of you were the only ones who heard Hanni’s loud mouth and not your other classmates who were gushing about how desperately they would want to pick Jungwon's paper up. quickly turning their heads to you with a scheming grin on their faces.

“Jungwon?! Oh my god!” Yoon whisper shouted, placing her palm in front of you, quietly asking you to hand her the paper you had picked up from the box. You then absentmindedly placed the paper on her palm as your other hand was still tightly gripping your seatmate's shoulder. Yoon reading the paper in an instant, plastering a wide O expression being that it indeed has Jungwon’s name written.

Rei leaned her head beside her seatmate to take a look at the paper in Yoon’s grasp, both of them dropping an ambiguous reaction just for a small piece of paper with only the man's name written on it.

“Is there nothing else on here?” Rei quickly snatched the small paper from Yoon, eyeing the paper closer as if anything would pop up.

“Dumbass, of course there’s nothing. Do you see anything else besides his name?” Yoon retorts, flicking her forehead in an attempt for Rei's grip to loosen on the paper, immediately taking it back.

“That’s surprising… kind of,” Hanni joins in when you finally calmed down, letting go of your grasp on her shoulder. She idly placed her hands to her cheeks with her elbows resting on the desk. “Jungwon is known as someone who actually knows what he wants… Kinda shocking to see his paper being empty but his name though, I seem to give no care about it, good luck though.”

“Thanks… I mean, He’s probably not the only one who left his wishlist empty too.” You commented.

“What do you mean? You didn’t put anything in your wishlist either?” Rei tilted her head to the side, interested to hear your answer. “Technically I did, but it was just a simple surprise me.” you anxiously curl up the edges of your lips, a slight chuckle escaping beneath your breath. Hanni shrugged it off, it was expected for you to be unsure of what you want, especially having to think about it in a really short amount of time only to end up with absolutely nothing.

“Whoever got you to be their secret santa is in one hell of a ride…” Yoon uttered thrillingly.

“I think the same for myself too.” you remarked. You were internally inquisitively desperate in knowing who might have picked up the paper that has your name written on it, and also wonder what gift you’ll be receiving for the party that is now set in two weeks.

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First week has already passed, meaning Jungwon is already preparing for a gift as your secret santa.

He underestimated it, assuming this would be easy; however, the thought of your reaction to anything Jungwon decides to give you started to bother him.

He is completely unfamiliar with you, he doesn't know you nor have seen you physically, having the verge of dying from impatiently waiting a week from now.

Jungwon remained alone in the student council office, since there were no requirements to submit, everyone stayed with their group of friends within the school.

He liked the fresh lone air of the office, he cherishes it so he never complains being alone.

Also, this is the best time to whine about anything and everything, especially what gift to give you for the upcoming party without anyone's judgment. Wonyoung is too dubious about the whole 'surprise me' Y/n paper and probably wouldn't help him settle for a decent gift.

This idea of secret santa sure is downright ass.

Jungwon continued to groan and complain, frustratingly pondering on whatever gifts to buy as he attentively notes all of his ideas on a spare page of his notebook.

Unbeknownst to him a Hanni Pham remains in her stand right beside the door as she watches the student council president fumingly write on a notebook with a fuming face.

"Uhh… president?" The soft voice coming from the girl startled Jungwon, gazing up to her figure in a heartbeat. He felt like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to, even though he was just writing.

Jungwon escaped a relieving sigh, halting himself from what he was doing. Hanni felt the sudden awkward air and wished she would've entered any time that isn't now. Oh how she wished to turn back time and be able to change her mind from opening this very door and backing him out of his trance.

"Yes, Hanni?" He calmly voiced out, acting as if he wasn't panicking 2 seconds ago.

"Can I hang out here?"

"Oh, sure. You didn't have to ask that."

Hanni slowly walled and took a seat a distance beside Jungwon, then idly slouched on the uncluttered table.

"What made you come here? You don't normally hang here in the student council office." Jungwon strikes up a conversation, attempting to tone down the fiddly atmosphere that was built a few minutes ago.

Hanni shrugged, "Eh, Yoon didn't show up to class, Rei and Y/n are cramming for homework that's due later so I decided to leave for them to focus on that… Basically I'm bored and friendless at the moment. I'm striving for interactions, Jungwon." From lightheadedness to being desperate in a matter of a few words shook Jungwon. He knew Hanni wasn't a huge extrovert, though she likes to chit chat especially with prople she's close with, so why is she approaching him?

"Why don't you just talk to your classmates then?"

"Because! I don't like any of my classmates except for Yoon, Rei, and Y/n! If I ever talk to any one of them they're just gonna start asking me about you, I mean— we're not even close?!"

Jungwon could only laugh in response, fond of the other's carefree and extremely straightforward personality.

"Not close? that's true and all but why did it kinda hurt." Jungwon jokes, placing his palm on his chest acting like his heart has pounded too hard to break at Hanni's rant.

"Oh you know I don't always hang around here except when it's important," Hanni crosses both of her fingers up "Bros always comes first."

The name Y/n had only just hit hard inside Jungwon's spindling brain, subtly reaching out for air as he internally debates with himself if asking you what to give Y/n was the best Idea. Jungwon really wanted you to cherish whatever he's gonna give, and he'll make sure of that.

"Anyway, enough about me. What're you doing? You seemed tense earlier when I walked in." Hanni leaned at the side, attempting to peek at the male's notebook she had caught him writing so focused on.

Jungwon felt a sweat dropping from his forehead, even though he looked completely flawless and unbothered in the other's view. Slowly moving his notebook out of Hanni's vision, causing her to let out a short groan.

"Come on, what is that?"

"Just… secret Santa stuff."

"Oh! You started picking gifts already? Who did you get? Wait, don't say it's me!"

"It's not you."

"Oh phew… I didn't get you either so you can say it to me."

That swift confession made Jungwon lose his thick walls, wanting to open up to Hanni about who he had picked for the event. Considering they're close friends, and also the person who's in the class who got paired with in his class. Maybe she would know what to buy for you that'll have you smiling for the rest of the night.

"So Hanni… don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Of course, My lips are sealed shut!"

Jungwon took a few seconds to process his choices, finalizing with the decision of seeking Hanni's help.

He held a deep breath, "I picked up Y/n's."

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"Y/n… there's only 2 more days before the party and you still haven't thought about what gift to buy Jungwon?" Rei's eyebrows rose, Watching you stress out along with your two other friends.

"I keep telling her to finally start buying one but she always say It's too early." Hanni mocks your tone of voice, causing you to shoot a glare in her way.

"Look, after school we'll help you pick something for him so that you won't stress yourself sick anymore, sounds good?" Yoon offered. "No!—" you declined almost immediately after Yoon spoke, earning a few wide eyes from your three friends.

"I'm sorry— guys, I just prefer making my own decisions for this one." you reasoned, lowering your head as you huff out to ease your stressful state a bit.

"Wow Y/n, didn’t know you’d be taking this too seriously." Rei responds.

“Rei please, I think we all took it equally seriously, we don’t even know those people in the other class except for Jungwon.” Yoon boasted to her seatmate.

You huffed exasperatingly, "Of course I am Rei! I'm buying someone who I have completely no idea about; a gift!?" you lowered your head against your desk, escaping a whiny groan, feeling the heat of your breath fanning from the polished wooden surface of your desk.

"That’s fair. If you don't want our help, good luck then!" Hanni rooted, raising her fists above showing her support. “Oh and by the way, Jungwon likes jackets so do what you want to do with that information.” Hanni added, her hands gently transferring to patting your back.

You let out a “Thanks.” to at least show gratitude for their encouragement, a part inside you is dubious to be able to buy a gift before 2 days, you never even planned about what to give him.

After school would be a great challenge between you and your indecisiveness.

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Jungwon finds himself wandering various stores in the mall while he indecisively asks vendors questions about a price of a certain product he won’t even end up purchasing.

He wasn’t seeking a present to give you, he had already bought you a week ago after gaining Hanni’s assistance with gift ideas. So why now, does he feel the need to add more to what he’s originally going to hand you in two days? Surely you might want more than a new year’s planner, right?

Right.

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Truth be told, you did feel sort of regretted your bitterness denial after you have told them to back down with the help. Finding yourself internally panicking while roaming around the mall, a few minutes have passed after tentatively buying a hoodie. (taking note of what Hanni said, considering they knew each other.) The hoodie didn't feel as complete, not feeling the slightest satisfaction of giving it to him alone, and ought to give him more than that… and you will give more than that.

You searched around the entire mall and only ended up with more things than you expected, and much to your surprise, you haven’t spent a lot of your money.

Knowing that he is in the student council, you reckon he might want things more essential, similar to a set of colored pens, highlighters, new notebooks, the hoodie, and a few jewelry. It felt like it was too much albeit the budget wasted on; these purchases didn’t leave you satisfied, only having the man’s reaction to bother you for mornings and evenings up until the exact day of the party

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“Jungwon! Our ride’s here!” Wonyoung yelled downstairs, Jungwon flabbergasted, inhaling the fact her voice can still be heard even at a far set of stairs. He quickly prepared himself before returning downstairs to take off with his friend, seeing Wonyoung already standing impatiently by their front door.

“Let’s go.” Jungwon breathed out, nodding intensely at the girl in front of him.

“Whatever, I would’ve left without you.” The girl scoffs, idly exiting Jungwon’s home walking to their ride which was the car of Jungwon’s sweet sister.

Wonyoung turned around to the male, “Oh and your sister said to lock the door.”

“I don’t have any keys with me— oh.” His eyes widened with his fast reflex when Wonyoung threw the keys at him out of nowhere. “Nice.” Wonyoung remarked, then turned back to board their ride that was parked in front of his house.

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“Thanks for helping me out with preparing the room Y/n!” Yoon cheerfully thanked with a wide smile plastered on her face, her eyes smiling in the process. You mirrored her jolly expression as you handed her another wide lace of garland, which Yoon took in an instant and carefully placed it at the front ceiling.

“No problem, class treasurer.” You teased, a smirk ghosting your lips. Yoon only laughed in response as you then handed her a large ribbon. “Rei and Hanni are taking a while to come by, no?” You asked, genuine cluelessness in your tone.

“Oh please, they’re probably having an outfit crisis.”

“Just for a class party? Well, that doesn’t seem so surprising now.” You both let out a soft giggle, silence taking over the both of you to focus on the decorating.

A few minutes passed by, you, Yoon, and a few of your classmates had already finished decorating the room, and the time left before the actual party started was farther than you expected. Satisfied with the finished result of the newly festive decorated classroom, you then took a seat on a random desk at the side to check on your gift that you hid under the compartment, thankfully it remained there.

It wasn’t a huge bag, it was averagely small, having the jacket folded neatly and all the other gifts fitted in that paper bag. You could feel your anxiousness crawling up to your system, giving you dazed thoughts. Now’s the day you get to give him your gift, you don’t know what he’s like, you never asked Hanni about his everyday demeanor since that never gathered in your thoughts for the last two weeks, and most importantly you don’t know what he wants as a present. (excluding the hoodie.)

You spent a few minutes trapped in your thoughts, unaware that some of your classmates had already arrived.

“Y/n!” Rei gleefully greeted, sitting beside you and completely backing you out of your trance. You only hummed absentmindedly as you process the current state of your class.

Everyone is already here.

“What’s that? Wait let me guess… Jungwon’s?”

“Yeah, Jungwon’s.” you let out, Rei noticed the discomposure lingering in your voice while you fiddle the handle of the paper bag you were holding, causing a state of worry to enter her.

“Hey, I’m sure he’s gonna love whatever it is in there,” Rei pouted, shifting her hand around your shoulder in order for you to lessen your build up tension.

“I don’t think he’d show a nasty reaction to it, I bet he has a kind heart.”

You were sincerely grateful for Rei’s words, her intention of calming your heartbeat actually worked. Though another thought had hit you, about why Rei and the others didn’t feel the same nervousness you were feeling right at this moment.

"Thanks Rei, but that's not the only thing I'm worried about…"

Rei tilted her head for a better view of your state, "Okay yeah, our classmates may get jealous but don't worry about them."

"Rei…"

"Okay sorry. What is it that's also bothering you?"

"I know nothing about him."

"Oh pfft— we all don't know who the person we got. You're not the only one bothered by that thought." Rei laughed, transferring her hand on top of you, patting your head. "Don't let that anxiousness take a toll on this fun day, you don't want to go home with just this gift thing overtaking your head, right?" Rei added, slowly taking the paper bag then placing it on the compartment under the desk you both were sitting on.

You raise your chin to see Yoon and Hanni preparing to MC the party, meeting gazes with Yoon, the girl at a distance beaming endearingly waving the both of you to walk towards them.

Your eyes softened by the quick gentle hit of realization; all thanks to your best friend slash classmate Naoi Rei.

"You're right," You jumped out of your seat, causing Rei to do the same. "Let's go!" You sang, jogging your way to Yoon and Hanni.

Rei was right, why would you be extremely stressed about a secret santa gift? Is it because Jungwon is basically a high demand in your school? Maybe. But he's a human being, you can worry about his reaction later. What matters right now is to have fun for yourself.

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"Come on guys! 7 members in 2 groups, who dares to participate!" Wonyoung cheerfully asked through the mic, almost all of your classmates raising their hands, making her eyes widened in surprise. Jungwon only laughed in response, discussing shortly with her co-MC that he'll pick the members for the second group while hers is the 1st group.

Their Christmas party was going smoothly and actually started to be more enjoyable. Jungwon had a nice relationship with all of his classmates, causing all of them to get along so well, feeling as if everyone were close friends. Maybe this is what made it cherishing, the chemistry of the class, the relationship to one another. Jungwon's eyes sparkled as Wonyoung, now leading and hosting the first game for today's party, without the need of Jungwon’s hosting, he proceeded to sit by the side watching chaos unfold at the center of the classroom.

"Hey Jungwon, is this yours?" his classmate, Kim Sheon asked while holding a large paper bag with a cute valentines teddy bear printed on it.

"Oh yeah that's mine," Jungwon continuously nodded as the girl handed him the paper bag. "thank you Sheon!"

"You should watch where you put things next time, president." the girl advised before taking a few steps away towards the other end of the room, returning to her group of friends.

He stares at her with delight, his mind completely going back to reality knowing that the paper bag she had handed him was your christmas present. His mind suddenly hazed to a frenzy as he quickly searched the inside of the paper bag and much to his relief, everything were still there.

His thoughts then switched about the gift giving later on. It's a shame that he has to shout your name out loud in order to find you by the time your classes collide to give each other gifts. He has done it a lot before (shouting at delinquents) but doing it to someone who's technically a total stranger to him and probably harmless felt hilariously strange.

He gets to brush this thought later on, reckon that he might just be thinking anything to make him more anxious than he was a few hours ago before leaving his home. Besides, you are considered best friends with Hanni (her words), and he didn't want to underestimate that. With Hanni's adorably bubbly approach would make him assume you might just be the same as her.

Then again, everything's only an assumption.

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People were already feasting on the homemade goodies your classmates had prepared or bought for everyone to eat. You ate with Rei, Sullyoon and Ni-ki since the other two were too busy organizing the event and the class exchange gift collision soon. The merry festive set of the classroom had made you giddy and so was interacting with your classmates, all of them feeling much the same.

You were chatting with Rei, Sullyoon and Ni-ki until you felt a grumble on your stomach that made you want to excuse yourself for a while.

Thankfully your friends didn't mind, so you stormed off hoping that this isn't an internal attack you expect it to be.

After a few minutes in the comfort room, you walked out, clashing a rough figure bumping into you, flinching at the hard feeling of meeting his body.

"Oh I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He instantaneously apologized, you subtly move your head up and down, eyes glued on the man swiftly bowing at you.

You waved your hands frantically, showing a nervous expression, telling him that it was okay.

"No, it's not your fault. You wouldn't see me coming at all!" He stammered, you could see from his expression that he felt sort of resentment.

"Well, you didn't see me coming out of the bathroom either, so don't feel so bad now…"

You didn't even have any injuries from that, so it was quite adorable to see him continuously apologizing as if what he did was downright unlawful.

"Anyway, I should probably go back to my party now, I'm sorry again!" You waved at him once more, tracing the smile on your eyes as you walked away towards your classroom, your destination wasn't a far distance so the man could still see your figure entering the said room.

The moment your figure disappeared, was when Jungwon suddenly wondered why he was out walking in the first place. Completely forgetting his task by the time he bumped into you.

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You, Sullyoon, and Ni-ki were having a common interest conversation while Rei excused herself after getting called by your other classmates.

You turn your head to check the whole classroom and how everyone is getting along so well, including with people you unexpectedly enjoyed interacting with such as the people you're talking to right now.

You see Yoon and Hanni talking to your class president, Kim Siyoon, at the very side of the classroom, just beside the door, Your president who might be asking them to announce something, since it's been minutes since everyone had already finished consuming the party goods

By the time your gaze goes back to Ni-ki and Sullyoon, a "Hello everyone!" from Yoon.

Everyone went quiet as their attention transferred to the three people beside the door asking if everyone already finished their meals.

Everyone shouted a loud YES!! (including you) and you felt your heart melt as you saw Yoon's gummy smile plastered on her face by the energetic response.

"So that officially concludes the party… but before that! Let's all get our Christmas presents and it's time to exchange gifts!! After you get your presents, you can all freely enter Mrs. Yoon's classroom, two classrooms down the hall on the right, at room 2-1."

Everyone rapidly made their way to pick up their respective gifts and immediately walked out of the classroom, alongside Sullyoon and Ni-ki who you're sure were just beside you moments before.

Yoon's figure walks near your seat. "You really can't tell if they wanted to see Jungwon or the people they got for secret santa." The woman in front of you chuckled, placing her hand under the desk compartment you were sitting on in order to find the gift she had hid there.

"Aha!" Yoon lets out, grasping a cute, medium-sized, yellow wrapped box.

"Come on Y/n, let's go," Your brows narrowed, questioningly staring at the girl due to her invitation.

"Hanni and Rei already made their way there, so come on."

tilting your head to the side seeing only nothing but an empty space, excluding you and Yoon.

You took off your seat hoisting up the rope handle of the paper bag filled with gifts.

Yoon nodded at you, silently asking if you were ready to go; and before you could respond to her a sudden pst came from Siyoon who opened the door.

"Good thing you guys are still here, can one of you help me bring something to the faculty?" Siyoon asked timidly, her worried expression impulsively pulled you to volunteer on assisting your class president. Telling Yoon to go on without her which she obliged, leaving the room the same as you do, heading in the opposite direction on the hall.

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Jungwon’s eyes set to their crowded classroom, everyone mingling and interacting all so joyfully, however everyone was already occupied giving gifts to the people they have gotten. It was chaos yet everyone seemed to get along considering this is the first time these two classes collided like this. Jungwon's eyes sparkled as he saw the classroom more alive than ever, an ecstatic Wonyoung jumping beside him backed him out of his mesmerized eyes.

"Look what my secret Santa got me," Shimmying as she wore a fur blaser, holding a leopard print purse, "It's so cute dont'cha think?" She squealed, darting off, not even bothered to wait for her best friend to answer her question. Jungwon only stared into a void, dumbfounded by what had just happened.

Jungwon didn't bother to shout your name since people were already leaving the classroom to go home or hang out outside school grounds, which was reasonable though what concerned Jungwon was your absence. He decided to wait a bit in the classroom in hopes of someone showing up with a clueless face similar to him, though a few minutes felt like hours when Jungwon slowly witnessed half of the students that bustled their classroom slowly leaving one-by-one.

He had an urge to ask your friend, Hanni, who was talking to two other girls(Yoon and Rei) in a circle. Though Jungwon slid the idea off and kept waiting, although unaware, Hanni already was giving secret glances at his lonely figure whilst his point finger held a paper bag for what she assumed to be his christmas present. Hanni excused herself for a moment to approach him, leaning backwards on the desk he was sitting on.

"Is Y/n not here yet? Yoon said she helped Siyoon— our class president by the way, in the faculty, she might still be there." The girl explained, causing a tedious reaction on the boy.

Realizing that he was stuck in a trance, Hanni didn't hesitate on gripping his shoulders, shaking him back to reality, which worked.

"Huh?— what?!— huh?!" Jungwon lifted his head, eyes widening when greeted by the girl who had just returned to his state of mind in the real world.

"Three words: Y/n. Faculty. Go." Were Hanni's last words before returning back to her circle of friends, eventually exiting the classroom.

Jungwon took a few seconds to process Hanni's words before storming out, heading to the very room the girl had mentioned to him directly a few minutes back.

Sensing his impatience was unlikely, he reckons himself to be very patient yet he felt irritated having to wait that long. Though he couldn't possibly blame you, you only wanted to help your class president, so then again, he slides these feelings off.

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"Thanks girls, have a nice Christmas vacation!" One of the faculty members sweetly reminded the both of you, after that you two bid your farewells and as the door closes from the faculty, the both of you sprinted to Mrs. Yoon's classroom like the tomorrow is about to br erased. In a race to finally hand out their presents.

When both of you arrived at the classroom, there were only two people waiting, and none of them was waiting for you.

One of them being Siyoon's secret santa and one of them being the ones to have her as their secret santa.

You quietly watched them exchange their gifts, eyes furrowed at the three people who were only left at Mrs Yoon's classroom and no one else.

You only assumed that one of them is this Jungwon person, it really bums you for being the only person who's unfamiliarized with the person you're handing out your present to.

"Hey guys can I ask where Yang Jungwon is?" You reluctantly took a few steps towards the three, though much to your dismay, they had no idea where Jungwon went, confirming for you that one of them is not jungwon.

You only breathed out an "Oh okay." in response, nodding vigorously before setting yourself to get some fresh air as you lean backwards on a desk that was placed to the side of the room. You grasp your phone, unfortunately having 5% battery, you only dared to check your messages to see anything new, and seeing a notification pop up on your group chat with the four girls saying that they all were just at a 7/11 across the street and will be waiting for you there and replied with a like emoji, turning it off after doing so.

A few minutes had passed, the three students (Siyoon included) had already left the classroom, which now leaves you the only person inside, waiting to hand out your present.

Your paper bag felt heavy, you were dying to give this to him already and get out, you don't even care about receiving yours anymore, you just wanted to get this present out of your grasp.

A few minutes and for what it felt like hours of waiting, you couldn't stop yourself from dozing, having no more control on keeping your heavy eyelids up anymore, you wanted to keep awake, though you couldn't.

A part of you already accepted the fact that Jungwon might not be showing up, you originally wanted to just get this over with yet right now you just want to meet your friends outside already.

And so that is what you did.

Indolently making steps towards the door, reluctantly gripping on the cold metal handle, pulling the door then swiftly taking a huge step beyond the door only for someone to suddenly clash onto you to the point you fell down hard to the ground, groaning by the bruised feeling that stinged your bottom.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry— " The man stopped, blinking as he continued to examine your figure. You only looked up at him, having the inability to get yourself up.

"again. I am so sorry again." He guiltily uttered, crouching down, his arms tightly holding your wrist in order to assist you to stand.

Your eyes still glued to his face as he helps you up, attempting to remember his familiar features and a few seconds is what finally hits you.

He was the person who previously bumped onto you… What are the odds for the same thing to happen again?

"It's alright.." It wasn't. It was honestly, excruciatingly painful, knowing that he bumped onto you whilst he was sprinting rapidly towards you and having to heavily meet your frame at the exact same coordinate at the exact same time.

"I should really start being careful whenever I exit a room." You joked, wanting to end the awkward air about to build up between you and the man you had just bumped into.

"Yeah, sorry again… I was just searching for this person so that I can finally give my present to them, her friend told me they were in the faculty but when I got there Mrs. Yoon already said they were gone, and now I'm back here." the man stated, your eyes suddenly feeling awake at the other's words.

"Oh, I was just at the faculty… Who did you get?"

"Uhm… Y/n."

You escape a long sigh, in a relief to have finally found your secret santa. You would've figured it out the second you have bumped onto, "I'm Y/n!"

Jungwon's eyes sparkled, exhaling the same air though slightly tired from the running earlier, considering the faculty was 3 more floors more up, an exceptionally understandable state.

"Oh thank god finally… here you go." He handed out a cute printed paper bag, in which you slowly transferred to your grasp, dubious if you were going to open it now or open it when you leave.

You examined his tired figure head to chest, uncertain of what to do next.

"Can we go inside for you to open your present?"

"Oh, you want me to open my present in front of you..?"

"Yeah, since you didn't add a wish list and all. I wanted to see if you're surprised," He grinned,

"Also I need to sit down, I feel like passing out anytime soon." He added, you could still see his chest pounding from the tiring run.

It would be out of place to open gifts here in the hallway anyway, so you happily obliged, taking a few steps back returning to their classroom.

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you and the other seated at a desk beside the window, having the sunlight ray refract through the transparent window of the 3rd floor classroom. The conspicuous sight of the buildings and the school field alluring a smile to creep up on Jungwon's face.

He admires the view behind him as you gently rummage through the paper bag. "Wow." You remarked, shocked about the amount of things he had bought you.

Your grip was on a cotton fabric cloth folded inside, pulling out of the bag and expanding it widely to reveal a funky white and blue jacket with a few sticker designs. It was adorable and it fits your taste. Jungwon's attention darted to you when he heard a breathy gasp coming from you, witnessing your eyes sparkling as you gaze at the jacket for too long.

"So… Do you like it?" Jungwon's brows knit as he sees your baffled state, you couldn't speak your happiness out just yet so you silently nod as you examine the jacket more.

"Yang Jungwon, you have such a nice taste in terms of designs. This is amazing!" You praised, earning a bashful laugh from the man.

When you were done admiring the jacket, you then folded it and gently put it on your side to check more things inside the paper bag.

"Wow, you bought me a lot— Oh my god! " You joyfully yell in surprise as your eyes lay on a planner journal. "I was planning on buying this after new years?!"

"I didn't feel content with giving you just the planner so I bought you… some school supplies, a jacket, and that planner."

You felt your heart giddy up from the man's statement, noticing the curve on your lips that wouldn't fade anytime soon. You couldn't tell if you find his visage absolutely adorable or the fact that he's shy about his gifts.

"Are you saying that you never originally planned on getting me that freakishly cute jacket?!"

"Yeah…"

The said gifts were simple, yes. Though very essential to your everyday school life; 2 sets of colored pens, 3 notebook journals with amazing paper quality, and a jacket that is an absolute eye candy.

"Still don't know what I got though." The other sighed, shifting your view on his somewhat upsetting state. Your eyes softed alongside the curve on your lips that were slowly dropping. You suddenly remembered your Christmas present that hasn't been handed out yet, already reaching to the assumption that the man beside you has you as his secret santa.

It has almost been for what you felt like an hour since you waited in a classroom that wasn't even yours, meaning everyone must have already sent and received their respective gifts including your three friends that are currently (and hopefully patiently) waiting for you outside school territory.

After thanking the man merrily, you then handed your paper bag. Jungwon only darted his gaze cluelessly to you and back to the bag.

"I'm assuming you're Yang Jungwon?" you raised a brow, forming a grin having a confident gut feeling deep inside that you might actually be his secret Santa.

Jungwon almost jumped from the desk you two were sitting on, almost grumbling you out of it.

Well, he is indeed, Yang Jungwon.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" His eyes twinkled when he made contact with the paper surface of the bag. His heart was pounding due to the rush of excitement overtaking his system.

"I didn't know who you were so I just kinda… kept it, until now of course." You bashfully stated, Jungwon felt a sudden shock when he heard it right that You were never familiarized with him. Considering the amount of admirers he has from your class, this was something he was sort of surprised about.

Jungwon glanced at you before darting to his goodies. Feeling the same cloth inside the bag, he pulled it out, expanded to see an oversized mocha hoodie that absolutely fit to his taste.

"So pretty.." He lets out subconsciously, his eyes drowning in absolute awe as the hoodie lays before him, causing your cheeks to heat up by the indirect compliment.

Putting the hoodie beside him, he rummages deeply in the bag knowing there was more than just the hoodie.

"Same as your gift idea, I bought something for comfort and school supplies. But those are sets of highlighters and cute notebooks I found at a stationary store… It's not much but it's what fitted in my budget so—"

"I love all of these," You raise your head, your eyes meeting the beaming Yang Jungwon. There was a sudden pang! that penetrated your chest, his smile was indescribable… way more above the word adorable.

"Thank you."

Your eyes locked onto each other, the smile forming on his eyes kept you from viewing more of the galaxy that illuminated his hues.

The same would be said in Jungwon's view. He was starstruck. Apprehended by how the sunlight could perfectly catch the best part of your face.

You were probably the last best view Jungwon had to witness before the end of this year.

"Thank you too… At Least I got something that I can use." You chuckled, placing back all of your received gifts in the paper bag, Jungwon copying your actions.

After neating yourselves, you wanted more to talk with the man, considering you two were the only ones left in the classroom, probably no more company waiting outside, and you magically got attached to him, having to understand why he's so famous amongst the entirety of the school.

As you were about to open your mouth to speak, a girl suddenly barges in the door. "Y/n!— Oh, hey Jungwon…" Hanni's tone pitched down as she saw you beside the male, completely changing her demeanor. "Sorry if I'm interrupting anything, though Y/n really needs to go like, now."

"Oh yeah uhm!— we just finished actually… opening up our gifts," Jungwon nervously blurted, "And I needed to go now too anyway… Too bad we didn't talk that much."

"Then maybe we should!" You ecstatically advised, earning a surprised beam from the male.

"Then we will… So let's hang out once classes start again." He whispered, not reaching your friend's medium.

"Would love to." You muttered, sucking your lip in an attempt to conceal a wide smile.

Jungwon only nodded in response, taking a few steps towards the door, meeting Hanni's figure. He waved her goodbye, Hanni then obligingly moved aside for Jungwon to have a space to walk out on. You only watched him disappear, slightly upset that your interaction with him didn't last long. Though he did say you two would talk again, so hopefully he sticks to his words since it has already sticked yours like glue.

As Jungwon walked past their room, Hanni then turned to look at you with a wide smile on her face, and you have completely read her mind.

"Don't ask anything." You started, sluggishly walking towards her with a visible grin plastered on your face. It was evident that your mind was filled with Jungwon, even if you were denying it.

Hanni is definitely expecting something to happen between you and Jungwon, though that's something you both should figure out yourselves.

You exit school grounds with Hanni, proceeding to meet up with the rest of your friends to spend the rest of the day with each other before Christmas break starts.

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BONUS:

Student Council Office, 2:32 PM

Treasurer, Sim Jaeyun, Secretary, Pham Hanni, Vice President, Jeon Somi, and President, Yang Jungwon all gathered in the student council office for an unexpected paperwork. It wasn't much of a hassle to do since it was only a few papers each member had to examine and sign although it still left the president clueless on why it was required to have everyone here when 2 people can still nail the job with no problem.

Besides that now, while doing their busy tasks, Hanni, who was sitting beside the president, catched her eye on the same hoodie Jungwon is wearing, noticing how he has it on almost everyday.

"Jungwon." Hanni sternly called out, Jungwon hummed in response, eyes glued to the papers though his attention paid on Hanni.

"Is that the hoodie Y/n got you a month ago before christmas break?"

"You mean Christmas party?"

"Yeah."

"Then yeah, it is."

Hanni's forehead creased, eyes squinting at the man a distance beside as he continued with his tasks. Her mind trailed off as to why he's so attached to it so much, might be because of how she overheard your warm conversation with the man while you two hung out and gushed about your presents inside Mrs. Yoon's classroom after the Christmas party.

Hanni thought it was adorable that you two got along, although… By the time classes resumed you and Jungwon had been majorly closer than before.

Eating lunch together more frequently, you had to straightforwardly excuse yourself to Yoon, Rei, and her saying you planned on eating lunch with Jungwon for like 4 executive days.

The girls didn't have a problem with the beginning of your love story arc, they think it's cute that you finally step out of your shell and hang out with someone more trustworthy as Yang Jungwon.

Though it does get pretty tiring always having no time to hang out with you anymore…

Hoisting herself back to the cluttered office, everyone quietly working and the aroma of coffee fills the whole room. Her eyes lay on the busy president once again.

"You've been wearing that for a week." Hanni recalled. Yes. He has been wearing that ever since classes resumed, having a nasty assumption about the supposedly 'neat' Yang Jungwon.

"Yes..?" Jungwon's gaze darted to the secretary, forehead creasing irritatingly due to the eerie behavior the other was giving out.

"Of course if you're wearing Y/n's gift, Y/n is wearing yours too at the same time. Literally."

Jungwon could sense the side eyes coming from their seniors in the room, glancing at their Vice president, Somi who was smirking as she signed her papers.

"We both just like the jacket, It doesn't have to mean anything—"

A phone suddenly rang aloud. Jungwon hitting the realization that it was his phone that had just made an extremely loud noise, he hoisted it in his grasp in a heartbeat, checking if his hunch of a notification was correct.

The noticeable transition of his expression from dull to a grinning mess as he saw the message caught Hanni's attention, more especially when Jungwon excused himself for a minute to fetch something in which the girl did not buy.

"Where are you going?"

"To… Y/n— Look— I just need to give them something, they're waiting outside right now so I better get going. I'll get back soon I promise!"

That is when everyone in that damn room knew that you both are definitely at the first stage of falling in love.

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[l0ves1ckf0ol]

MIGUEL DIAZ X GN!READER HEADCANNONS

sweet hcs - romance/fluff

bitter hcs - angst

astringent - platonic

ASTRINGENT HEADCANNONS

you spend most of the time in miguel's house to play games or watch movies

carmen is a-okay with having you at their home

miguel convinced you to try out for cobra kai once but you were creeped out by the slogan on the wall

you both ask each other's type and tease each other for it.

meet each other in the convinience store after kata class when he was still in cobra kai

exchanging traumas

he can convince you to go anywhere

you've had your fair share of opinions on both sam and tory

SWEET HEADCANNONS

miguel's love language is either quality time or gift giving (i say giving rather than recieving bc he gives off the vibe)

denies being touch starved but literally melts in your arms

loves when you take care of him after a tournament/fight or a slight inhury that happened in one of their training sessions.

he's not so big on pet names so he just calls you babe but if he's teasing or in a playful mood mi amor is the way to go

"if you want to stay in we could watch movies or just cuddle or whatever orrr we could go out somewhere like golf n stuff?"

go to spot for a date: yours or his house

hugs from behind >>>

if he's upset he'll lay on your lap and let everything out (with obvious consent to rant/vent)

all couples get into fights, he has his own way of saying sorry which is through actually saying sorry or giving you apology gifts/meals.

he buys you cards and stuffed animals for your bday and if possible, jewelry.

karaoke sessions whrn you're both upset about something (im a firm believer that miguel is a swiftie at one point before johnny came around)

when you both cuddle, i feel like he'd be the type to trace your cheekbones, your nose, caress your cheek, rub your back,

"i can't believe you're actually here."

BITTER HEADCANNONS (angst)

there was one time when y'all fight, it was because that he was being to reckless when it comes to picking fights with the cobra kai students

miggy would deffo say sumth he wont mean

probably would pull the "what side are you on?" and youd be like "the side where you don't kys"

little fights like this don't compare to the huge ones where it's about karate, mexico, and his father figures.

if its a huge, HUGEEE fight, like legit screaming at each other now, miguel is cussing in spanish and shi he cries when he's mad

you say something he doesn't like and you didn't mean it and before you know it he's crying his eyes out as much as he doesn't want to since he's been holding back tears the whole fight

"please, i'm sorry, shouldn't have said that... i know you care but i'm just so, so tired i'm so sorry. will you forgive me?" he rambles all these words as he tries to wrap your arms around you, sobbing on your shoulder.

eventually y'all make up bc we stan a healthy couple

[sabosbabygirl]

“All I want for Christmas is You”

Captain Price Christmas Edition 🎄🎅🏼

What he would get you:

-“Anything you want doll face, the amount doesn’t matter. As long as you are happy.”

-You both decide to do Christmas early by going on a mini staycation. Theres a restaurant you both like and your guys favorite hotel is doing a romantic getaway for couples. It includes a spa, wine, cute little elephant towels, etc. In all honesty you didn’t want anything too crazy, just quality time with him. But Capt Price is different. He likes to make sure you have the world. And with him always being gone on missions he feel partly guilty. Therefore, when he is with you, he’s all about you.

-After the restaurant, when you both are alone in the hotel room & thats when you guys do a gift exchange. You got him the best cigars in the world & he is smiling from ear to ear. When he gives you your gift, he’s a little shy, which is out of the ordinary. When you open the box, you see this beautiful necklace. “Its called the Center of Me”, he says. “You are my World and I want you to know you are my heart. You are my center.” You admit you were a little thrown off bc he was being more romantic than usual but at the same time he is a dad figure. He believes in love, having a family and taking care of his woman. You realize that this is step in that direction. He then says, “One day I hope to marry you and settle down. I hope that this necklace is a daily reminder of my love and how much you mean to me.” And just like you both fall into a beautiful embrace…which leads to

NAUGHTY TIME 😈

-The beautiful dress you had on, has slide to the floor. He takes a step back admiring your beauty and curves, you hear him moan of anticipation. Soon you are taking his shirt, pants, and boxers off. The man was already hard at the site of you. Normally you would start by stroking his thick cock, but this time was different. He picks you up and lays you on the bed. Before he starts kissing you he picks his tie up and uses it to tie your hands above your head…this is wayyy different. He looks at you says “Darling, as much as I love making love to you, I want tonight to be different.” And with that he slows starts kissing you down your body, he stops are your nipples and gently licks and sucks them until they hard and your moans grow louder. He then works his way to your thighs were he scrapes them with his beard and bites them. He uses his rough hands to pry you open. He looks up at you & smiles, “the dinner was good but dessert is about to be heavenly, my love.” And goes to town on your clit and vagina. His tongue continuously fucking you; slow strokes on the clit, soon become faster. Your moans grow louder each time and with your hands being tied you have no option but to give into this man. “Cum for me love. Cum all over my beard.” He then begins sucking, you can feel your clit pulsing and soon enough his beard his covered. He smiles and asks “Beautiful, shall we make a baby?” and before you can answer he is inside you and your mind has blasted out of this world. You came a total of 3 times and him 2…but those 2 times filled you up so much so that its seeping onto the sheets. He sighs and holds you for a bit. He traces your body with his fingers. He always has the softest touch for you. He then gets up and starts the bath. “Shall we?”, and lifts you up to take a nice warm bath and sip some wine. The one and only time you will ever see him sip wine again.

[lightlycareless]

chapter 32 finally here,,, im so late getting this ask in but this chap HAS been rolling around in my head,, getting chewed on ,,

we got SO much backstory in this one to work with and its SO cute too- like, not only does it work as such a good narrative contrast to the current relationship going on, what with eiichi and minako actually being able to have 1) respectful disagreements over taste 2) REAL playful banter that doesn't end up in some sort of argument or with horrifyingly thick tension 3) most importantly both people want to be there and see more of each other- its also just a very very sweet scene overall

AND it goes on to even show him properly standing up for her, supporting her career, sweet gift exchanges,,, n naoya is just cringing at the end of it. you FOOL. you should be taking NOTES rn

(also y/n met naoya first at the goodwill event,,, that has to have been mentioned before but i blanked on it till now. god. i hope we see that at some point i can only imagine)

y/n i think you SHOULD have just started crying in the store there after the story. just start sobbing. freak him out a little bit. he deserves it

naoya trying to ask genuine questions for once (at least i think he is!! just not,, really coming thru in the tone of voice but hes giving it a go) and just getting. almost entirely ignored. hes TRYING your honor- and what did he BUY?? what is in his pocket i know it cant be a whole record that would not FIT

this whole chapter and the last couple are SO funny bc y/n is (understandably) assuming he's being purposely malicious in ignoring/misunderstanding her and girlie,,, he's just that stupid actually. like he IS an asshole but also? very stupid. he is not getting the signals you are sending and when he does its like a funhouse mirror version his ass does NOT get it!!

"you like sweets?" "how do you know,,," "i figured after you ate a lot of cake at our wedding" "*oh my god,,, he's been watching me so closely,,, hes been stalking me*" GIRL,,, THIS IS THE MOST NORMAL BEHAVIOR HES DISPLAYED. the paranoia (again, understandably) is kicking our ASS rn okay this all makes sense actually rereading the next section like yes. it IS a nice fairly normal gesture of being attentive to what someone likes UNTIL its the last guy on earth you want being aware of you at all EXACTLY

the next few scenes REALLY make the contrast between their and y/n's parents relationship so dramatic bc like i was saying- the banter is just SO different because they do not actually trust each other here. that and its got a very different theme to it- the hiding it under the kimono comment would not have gone well with ANY woman i imagine. "meant it as nothing more than a joke, obviously" NOT OBVIOUSLY MY MAN

and of course,,, the final bit,,, handing the sweets over to naoaki instead,,,, i can not even IMAGINE how chp 33 is gonna start. hes just gonna straight up fall to his knees right there in anguish. pass out maybe. y/n and naoaki having a lighthearted little chat while naoya sobs and dies five feet away. i can't wait. incredible chapter once again

Hello!!

Aww, don't worry! If anything I should be apologizing for being a bit late to reply 😅 stuff happened, but I'm finally here hehe! And overall, I'm super happy this chapter was to your liking, since I love writing backstories... although I'm self conscious from time to time about it because it might be considered boring or irrelevant—and I get it, sometimes we just wanna know what's going on with the main plotline, but at the same time… I’ve been wanting to give certain characters more context. Especially Eiichi and Minako, who hold a special place in my heart. though I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again!! they’re PERFECT, OK?? They’re nothing but loving, caring, understanding and everything in between... and it's my favorite trope of all time!!! I eat that shit up every single time idc it never gets old for me!!!

Ahem.... anyways lol.

The scene that heavily resonated with me of all that occurred in this chapter has to be how Eiichi and Minako were beyond excited to have children... because comparing it to Y/N and Naoya... it's very sad.

If Y/N were to get pregnant somehow, his reaction would certainly be negative. However, there’s a catch with this specific topic which I’ll develop a bit more in the future hehe. But yeah, she's definitely not living her parent's story, not even close.

And same. I’m really disappointed in Naoya’s reaction too, but what did we expect… it’s not like he’s going to suddenly understand the value of this information 😭😭😭😭 Our emotionless little trash bag could never... Ugh, I would be ashamed to even cringe if someone shared me something so intimate… he could’ve at least been a bit more discreet about it 😭 didn’t he get some kind of training in how to behave in these types of situations??? Like from the elders or something??? Since he’s the heir, you know… ??? Guess not.

As for the goodwill event, I’ve only sprinkled mentions here and there :> I think the first one was when Y/N told she saw Naoaki’s technique (same as Naoya’s) in said event, which was coincidentally Naoya’s first event lol. I only remember this cause I recently re-read the chapter where it happens 😂 I’m starting to forget some things… oof. Anyways, Worry not, this moment will be in the story 😊

Omg imagine if she started crying?? I think Naoya would somehow manage to make the situation even worse 😂. Kind of those awkward pats in the back, tell her “if I buy you something will you stop crying?” like she was a child or something lmao—and y/n would definitely be like “Are you serious????”

Overall, Naoya needs to try harder. Waaaay harder. But more than that… he needs to be accountable for the things he’s done—Y/N is not reacting positively to him because he’s just out there acting as if nothing happened! Or if he somehow acknowledged that it did, he still feels like he's blaming her for it, like it's her fault for overreacting to his abuse, and then blaming his brother over it!

Ughhhhhhhhhhhh Naoya needs to wake up, seriously!! I really don’t know what he needs to see or hear to finally understand he’s the problem 😭😭😭😭 And Ranta isn’t of much help either… but maybe he’s doing all that because he knows how he is hahah that he won’t react outside of essentially being compliant to him 😅 being Naoya’s “friend” must be a nightmare.

And with the whole Naoya being attentive to her is reminds me of this meme lol

Just something I noticed while drafting, I tend to use the same phrases when writing their dialogue—it’s kind of sick, isn’t it? I’m tormenting Y/N all ways possible LMAO. (this is actually something I’m very self-conscious about… please forgive me 😭 Also damn I wish I had a FC for Naoaki... I mean I do but I want to reveal that on the character profile hehe)

But yeah, being reminded of that is like... you're already freezing, and someone decides to throw you another bucket of ice. You're like damn???? was that necessary?? She certainly didn't need to be told that he's keeping a closer watch. (Ah... if only the circumstances had been different, I would've been like... oh, how sweet of him) YIKES.

Now that we’re talking about the differences between their relationship towards Eiichi and Minako, it made me wonder how she would take that comment if it had been them instead.

I think Minako would be either like "what are you babbling about?" at first. HOWEVER, if she’s feeling kind of frisky and we know she be like that with him lol, I think she’d say something instead like “There’s something else I’d like under my kimono” and Eiichi would just, yeah. short circuit. 9 months later, Hinata came to be. HAHAHAHAHAH

It’s all in the context really, some couples are more comfortable with certain topics, others are not and the only way to establish that is through communication—unfortunately, even though Naoya and Y/N may be married, they’re not a couple by any means 😭😂. So yeah, that was waaaay out of pocket. I would’ve slapped him if I didn't have to fear for my life immediately afterwards 😭😅😂

As for the next chapter... if he passes out by seeing Naoaki and Y/N… good. It’s what he deserves 😊 Although something else is going to happen that I think will certainly rattle him—oh, whoops. Spoilers. 🤪🤪 (I’m really excited for you to read that chapter jkahgjkajgkaj)

Anyways, thank you so much for coming back for another update!! I know I always tell you this, but I don't think I can ever, ever write down how truly grateful I am to have your support... ��❤️ I'm always looking forward to your comments, hehe, they're very motivating, inspiring, sometimes fun to read... overall, I greatly enjoy them—they've certainly made writing this fic more fun ❤️❤️❤️

I hope you have a wonderful rest of the week, take care, and hope to see you soon!!!

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BABYSITTING WITH HIM

characters ♡ oikawa, tendou & sakusa

tw ♡ children, cursing & mentions of arson

TŌRU OIKAWA

♡ he is pretty much a professional babysitter, or so he thought

♡ which is why he accepted when you asked if he could help you take care of your nieces/nephews for the weekend

♡ i mean, he takes care of his nephew all the time so how hard could babysitting possibly be? it was basically a free pass to spend the day with you 

♡ however, he began to regret his decision as he sat on your couch and realised that he wouldn’t be able to get even somewhat intimate with you when there was constantly an annoying little boy clinging to his arm, asking him if he had any games on his phone

♡ “sorry, kid.” oikawa smiled, clenching his jaw to hide the rage but it wasn’t very effective, “i’ve not got any games. maybe you could go play with your toys or something.” 

♡ he let out a sigh, making the mistake of thinking that would be the end of their interaction

♡ “can’t you just download some?” the boy retaliated

♡ you snickered, watching as the energy visibly drained from oikawa, yet he still wore his frighteningly bright grin

♡ “i’ve not got any storage.” 

♡ “then delete some of your apps or photos.” the boy said with a shrug, then proceeded to point at oikawa’s home screen, which happened to be a picture of him and you in front of an ethereal sunset, “start with that one. you both look like dorks.”

♡ you and oikawa’s unified gasps of offence were enough to show the boy that he was able to do exactly what he intended; piss y’all off

♡ hence, with a final mischievous snicker, he dashed off

♡ “i hate kids.” oikawa muttered, inspecting his homescreen to see if he really did look like a ‘dork’, “what is his problem?”

♡ “what if our kids turn out like that?” you joked 

♡ his eyes widened momentarily, turning to look at you with an uncharacteristically sheepish expression, “our w--”

♡ “mr kawa!” a cry could be heard from the kitchen so without hesitation, you both hopped to your feet and rushed over there as quick as you could 

♡ once you both reached the area the yell came from, you were fortunately not greeted by anything gruesome 

♡ instead, you both got to behold two children trying to reach the top shelf with the power on friendship; the taller boy was standing on a chair, while the toddler held it still 

♡ however, his grip on the jar of the Nutella must’ve loosened at some point as it now lay dejectedly on the ground, half spilled across the tiles and the other half drenching the toddler, not that they seemed to mind though 

♡ in fact, it looked like they were having the time of their — albeit, short — life

♡ the container was only plastic, hence you didn’t have to worry about shards when you darted over to the poor, chocolate-covered baby and scooped them up into your arms, “are you guys, okay?!”

♡ “yeah.” the boy chuckled, noticing that holding the toddler was transferring the chocolate onto you too

♡ “if you wanted nutella, you could’ve just asked.” oikawa sighed, helping the boy get down safely from the chair before putting the object back at it’s intended spot at the dinner table 

♡ “you could have gotten seriously hurt! i thought you would know better than to do something like this.” you scolded, becoming even more furious as the baby continued to playfully slap your face with their grimy hands, “please don’t do that again.”

♡ before they boy got the chance to do anything besides murmur a vague apology, oikawa interjected, “they won’t get the chance.”

♡ and he was right

♡ after cleaning everything up (including the child, which took forever), you didn’t let either of the rascals out of your sight until your duties as babysitters were complete 

♡ “i think we handled that pretty well.” oikawa mused, gathering his stuff along with you as you both got ready to leave

♡ “yeah, maybe we should do this again sometime.” you suggested, but it was followed by a few second was complete silence

♡ until you both burst out laughing 

♡ “yeah, never again.” you agreed

♡ “the kids can take care of themselves.” oikawa said with shrug, offering his hand to you, before you both strutted out of the disaster house

♡ ever since then, it was a common inside joke between you to, when in the vicinity of a kid causing mayhem or being a nuisance, whisper to each or exchange a look that says, ‘it’s a great day to not be babysitting.’  

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ at first, you thought that asking tendou for help babysitting would be a bad idea bc he is just as hyperactive as the damn kids sometimes so he’d probably not be the best influence 

♡ and you knew this bc one time you happened to run into him while out in the park with the kids and you asked him to watch them for literally a minute so you could run to the bathroom but when you came back all you almost had a heart attack because tendou was teaching them fkn tricks on the monkey bars 

♡ however, you then realised that if the kids were busy committing arson with uncle tendou, then they wouldn’t be bothering you 

♡ so here you are, playing monopoly with your boyfriend, a seven year-old and a one year-old

♡ well, it was less like monopoly and more like debate class since none of you could agree on the rules

♡ “well, uncle ten,” the older sibling began, in a very matter-of-factly tone, “if i burn your property down, then i  don’t have to pay you for landing on it.”

♡ “but then you also go to jail.” you pointed out

♡ “not if the police don’t catch me.”

♡ you burst out laughing, meanwhile tendou kept his business face on, “good point, but watch this.” tendou spoke as he rolled the dice, though no matter what if he got a number between four and seven, he would end up landing on somebody’s property

♡ he got a four

♡ picking up his piece, he moved it across each square individually and once he was due to land on your property, he knocked his piece over

♡ “whoops, i slipped.” he chuckled, though his friendly aura immediately dropped as he looked you dead in the eye and said, “i’m suing.”

♡ “you can’t sue me because you tripped!” you yelled 

♡ “i guess i just fell for you.” he said, resulting in the kids both making gagging noises before he stuck out his hand, “100 monopoly dollars, please.”

♡ “like i said,” you tried your best to stay strong and not laugh at his shitting pickup line, “i’m not giving you any money, you fell!”

♡ “i guess we’ll have to take this matter to court then.” tendou said, tapping the shoulder of the one year-old who was currently chewing on a 500 bill which you quickly had to confiscate 

♡ “judge, do you think (y/n) owes me 100 monopoly dollars for poor health and safety conduct?”

♡ “yes.”

♡ “that is the only word they know how to say!” you cried, begrudgingly handing over the money 

♡ “thank you, angel.” tendou cooed, adding your singular bill to the pile he had already stored up; the winner of the game had already been decided 

♡ and although you and the seven year-old kid both cried later after getting your asses kicked in monopoly (the one year-old cried too but they were just hungry), you all went out to get food and actually had a pretty good time

♡ it became a routine for tendou to help you babysit whenever he got the chance and y’all would always play table top games

♡ also when tendou got accepted into culinary school, he’d teach/show the kids what dishes he has learned to prepare and let them help by stirring the pot, adding spices etc etc

♡ and even when he moved to Paris, on special occasions, a box of chocolates would suddenly appear at the kids’ door and all the little pieces would be shaped and moulded into some of their favourite characters or made out of their favourite flavours 

♡ and at one point the kids even insisted that you teach them how to make chocolates so they can send some back to uncle tendou <33

♡ they weren’t the best, but when tendou received the misshapen, slightly stale chocolates at his apartment, addressed from you and the children, he cried

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

♡ his first response when you asked if he could help you babysit was ofc ‘ew no 🤢’

♡ needless to say it took a lot mansplain manipulate malewifing to convince him to come over 

♡ but once he did, obviously he was in his full protective gear; there was no way in hell he was going to catch whatever germs the little goblins have

♡ honestly he almost sprayed a chid in the face with hand sanitizer when they came running up to him with open arms, trying to give him a hug 

♡ which was unusual because the kids don’t tend to be overly friendly with new people, but you just brushed it off and figured that sakusa must’ve been an exception

♡ during his time babysitting, sakusa spend most of his energy trying to avoid the children at all costs that it basically became a game of tag, with you helping the child try to reach sakusa, and him hiding

♡ but honestly you couldn’t complain since the whole time the child was playing, they were safe with you rather than playing with fire 

♡ until later you were reminded of their odd fondness for sakusa when they insisted that sakusa carry them to their bedroom when it was their nap time

♡ and as you were shifting through the books, looking for a story to read, it hit you why they seemed to be so familiar with sakusa

♡ it’s because he looked exactly like the prince in one of their favourite story books; same hair, both tall and they even had similar moles to each other

♡ upon noticing this, you immediately showed sakusa and was quite amused

♡ in fact, he found it so cute that he gave both you and the toddler a lil’ kiss on the cheek, as a parting gift — mask off and everything

♡ he ended up reading the story and the kid fell into deep slumber by the time he reached the second page

♡ letting out a sigh of relief, sakusa slumped onto the ground, allowing his own eyes to flutter shut for a moment, “what a day.”

♡ you shuffled over to you could lay down beside him, “indeed it was, prince sakusa.”

♡ “shut up.” he teased, poking your rib slightly before absently intertwining his fingers with your own

♡ next thing you knew, you were both awakened by the sound of a grumpy toddler...

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Riza Hawkeye as a child/young teen but she's just this Annie Oakley ass prodigal sharp shooter little shit who cuts her hair off with kitchen scissors and runs absolutely buckwild in the woods on her father's estate terrorizing small animals (humanely hunting I'm just being dramatic)

Roy boy is just this awkward nerdy little cornball who wants to get along, but they also kinda have that dynamic from the Swan Princess when Derek and Odette were kids ya feel me? Just watch the childhood montage from that movie you'll understand- ☠️

They have like nothing in common at the time (so they assume) and yet they end up thick as thieves cause Riza hasn't had many friends that she can see outside of her education and had an extremely isolated upbringing, so this goofy sweet baby faced dork just got her like that, even if he sometimes drives her nuts a little bit.

Riza would get upset fairly often bc her neglected social and emotional upbringing would get to her (bc realistically,,,,we know that was the case), and Roy got extremely good at knowing when she's upset and would often be the one to listen to her air her thoughts out (callback to the phone call scene after her encounter with pride, this lends background to how he knows her so well and reads her stress levels like a book even over the phone)

Mundane headcanons:

Roy would transmute little clay/dirt doves and targets for Riza bc he was worried about her shooting glass bottles and other assorted not necessarily safe objects.

Roy is trans, I can't untrans him that's just who he is to me. Riza is a self declared tomboy who I hc as nonbinary/demigirl. They're also bi4bi it's canon Arakawa told me.

Riza didn't really know good birthdays, and when Roy realized this it broke his heart bc Chris always tried to remember stuff like that for him and she's not even his own biological mother. So, he made an annual routine of gifting her something (often transmuted and unique).

Riza loved being out in nature back then and knew the wooded areas around the estate like the back of her own hand, when she and Roy had warmed up more to one another she made a routine of showing him all the neat little spots she'd found in the area for one reason or another, just for the sake of sharing that with someone. These remain some of their fondest memories.

Riza would be more likely to go out to shoot targets when she was angry or upset, if she was having a good day and had the time she would be more likely to go hunting because she enjoyed the hiking and tracking but couldn't focus on it when internally upset. Roy eventually figured this out as well.

Riza climbed so many trees, rocks, outcroppings, etc- and was always scraped up from something she probably shouldn't have climbed getting the better of her.

Riza used to have a nanny birddog named Otto, but he passed away before Roy came around, so making a new friend in him after that loss was a big comfort to her. She was hesitant to have other dogs until Hayate.

They're both autistic.

Relatedly, Riza would go nonverbal and lock herself in her room sometimes. Roy, concerned, would approach this by slipping little notes under the door offering company if needed, while not pushing her to talk.

Riza would sing/hum while doing chores or out and about exploring and on every occasion Roy overheard this he'd turn red from ear to ear- if she caught it and realized he'd heard she'd be twice as embarrassed.

Riza would take Roy foraging and showed him some useful/edible plants, and safe berries and mushrooms that she knew in the region. He was honestly always pretty impressed, especially considering some mushrooms that are safe have toxic siblings that look identical.

Both of them are varying levels of nerd. Riza is the type who's full of trivia, especially weird facts about her special interests (animal behavior, guns, bushcraft, navigation and tracking stuff, etc), Roy started out neutral to this but over time infosharing kinda became their love language, and he'd start to infodump right back. They'd spend hours like that some days.

Riza knows constellations really well for navigational reasons, and there were times that she showed Roy a way to get onto the roof from the attic and they'd stargaze. She would teach folk names of constellations, regional lore behind them, navigational uses for them etc; Roy would tell her basic facts about space and astronomy that come with understanding of alchemy.

Riza typically stuck to small prey (rabbits, fowl, easy to retrieve misc.), but Roy had an awakening when Riza first killed a whole ass deer (albeit a young one) and came back with it thrown over both shoulders with the determined energy of a small lionness.

Riza is REALLY good at cooking and baking because she had a bit too much free time to fuck around in the kitchen. She also learned how to cure and smoke meats bc of her hunting. It certainly helped them stay well fed.

Roy developed a habit of cooking for the household pretty regularly in a swapped routine with Riza after only a while of being around because he saw how much she had to be self sufficient in almost every way and honestly just wanted to relieve her of the constant responsibility and self parentification. He'd also help with chores constantly.

Roy had major internal conflict even early on because he respected his teacher greatly for his intelligence and brilliance, but also kned that Riza wasn't being raised well, and that no matter what he does, Berthold can only decline mentally. This is the root of his protective and caretaking behavior with her, ultimately.

Roy doodled and sketched a lot back in the day and had a little booklet that he guarded with his life bc it started out random assorted things, but eventually devolved into a book full of cute little doodles of mostly Riza jammed into the last half of the book (She can never know-). He still has it stored away.

Riza could easily pick him up even then, this never changed. She got to show this once when he sprained his ankle on a hike with her and she held half his weight as a crutch with no strain to herself. He never quite recovered from that (but boy did it make his crush worse).

Roy would notice rarely he'd have a shirt go missing and never could figure out why til he'd find Riza wearing an identical shirt. (She told herself it's just cause they're cozy of course- she just likes boys clothes too! They look nice under overalls and are comfortable to sleep in! nothing more /s) They never said a word about it even though it was right in front of them, they couldn't dare.

Roy had a bike, and she'd ride behind him down some of the rural roads and paths that could support it for fun sometimes.

During winter the home would get pretty chilly because of its size and not enough stoves/fireplaces to fully warm the declining estate, so when snowed in on miserably cold winter days they'd usually end up reclined in the study by the space heater or in the loungeroom by the fireplace reading separately, but still occasionally talking back and forth.

Riza stopped hunting post-Ishval. She couldn't bring herself to derive that same innocent pride and appreciation for the circle of life she once had, and felt she no longer deserved to have that respectful exchange with the cycle of life and death after what her skills had been used for. She never stops going to shooting ranges, but it's either for standard upkeep of practice or to vent.

[thestarminstrel]

as requested, i am now considering figure skater au. would love to hear more thoughts on said au 👀

ohohoho 👀 let me absolutely indulge you on my nonsense

so i do have a sketch page with this au but i'll briefly summarize it here:

(also! if anyone wants to borrow this au plotline or concept, please feel free to :D just credit me and send me what you make!)

- nick is a hockey player for kingston lions and seiji is an olympic level figure skater

- they both use the same rink at kingston, and this ofc is where our conflict arises

- seiji frankly believes that nick's team is terrible since they have won 0 championships and calls nick "zero". because of this, he often begins his own practice early or lets it run late -- cutting into the hockey team's time reservation

- nick has tried numerous times to get the staff to do something but like, tf are they gonna do? seiji is olympic level and they don't wanna be the idiots who denied seiji his practice space and loose revenue (tho it should be noted that seiji is competing for the grand prix in this one -- not the olympics). so nick begins calling seiji "princess" since he's a giant brat :)

- the two don't get along at all -- and i mean at all. they're livid whenever they run into each other and are at each other's throats

- however, coach williams thinks she can get the boys to the connecticut state championships. since nick is the center (position that plays both offensive and defensive), she calls in a favor with dmytro and asks him to work with nick on his form so he can be extra speedy fast.

- guess who dmytro also coaches? that's right. seiji :)))

- they both find this out when dmytro introduces the two and says he doesn't have time to be coaching them separately. they are pissed to say the least (when nick complains to williams, she makes him do suicides which stops him from complaining anymore).

- couple weeks pass, seiji and nick are still not happy but they just barely manage to exist on the same ice. the kingston lions have their first game soon and seiji has first set of qualifying competitions to get through. the hockey team is getting their full practices in, and seiji just goes for some extra practice after they finish up -- despite the ice not being smooth enough for his liking.

- one evening, nick stayed later to sharpen his skates using the rink's equipment. as he exits the locker room though, he hears the sound of skates against ice and assumes that it can only be seiji, so he decides to sneak a peek. he's only seen portions of seiji's routine since he's super secretive about it.

- and his routine is absolutely gorgeous. nick's jaw hangs open the whole time, and he can't deny that seiji really is a talented skater. like he's never really given a shit about the sport, but he can see seiji's passion for it with every turn and contouring of his body. his face too, usually scrunched up in one of displeasure or superiority, was lax and blissful.

- nick disappears quietly, seiji being none the wiser, and he goes home haunted by the images of seiji dancing and realizing that this giant prick is actually kind of beautiful.

- fast forward a week and nick has his first game. seiji is pissy bc it means that he won't get his evening practice, and nick makes the snap decision to invite seiji to his game. they're both surprised by it -- perhaps even more so when seiji accepts with a sneer. if only to prove his point that the lions are terrible.

- few hours later and seiji is in the stands: displeased at being jostled around so much by so many fans (which he is surprised that the kingston lions even have), but settles in to watch the game.

- nick is a speed monster on the ice, dmytro's coaching clearly having paid off, and the lions take home a 6-2 victory. and seiji isn't sure why, but for some odd reason, zero looks almost handome (in a rugged way) under the stadium lights with his wide smile and excited cheering with his teammates.

- he also goes home thinking of someone he was sure he would only think thoughts of malice of.

- another week passes by and seiji's first competition comes up. by some stroke of uncharacteristic brashness, he invites nick to come watch it. he fully accepts nick to reject the invitation, but surprisingly nick does accept it.

- seiji competes, places first, and nick sees the whole thing. even got seiji a bouquet of congratulatory roses and daphnes ("figured you'd win, princess. after all, there has to be some talent underneath that bratty and stuck-up personality of yours.").

- seiji immediately puts the flowers in water when he gets home -- if only to not let a gorgeous gift go to waste (he absolutely does not press a rose and a few daphnes when they start to wilt, not at all).

- more time goes on, the lions make it to the playoffs and seiji is preparing for the first competition of the grand prix series. the two of them are sort of warmed up to each other? def not best buddies, but they're not trying to tear each other's throats out with their skates. nick has been sneaking glances at seiji skating during that time -- his favorite time is during the evening when it seems that seiji skates for himself. seiji on the other hand, has gone to almost to every single one of nick's games without nick being aware of it.

- however, the plot must to go on, and seiji catches nick during one of those evenings nick stayed behind to watch seiji. nick fully expects seiji to blow up at him -- and for them to loose what tedious progress they had made -- but instead he gets an extremely rare blush out of the skater.

- for the sake of time, seiji is skating a different routine after hours and after being pressed about it, he reveals it is about a certain someone who he definitely likes a little more than just an acquaintance. and it's a routine he choreographed himself.

- nick's a bit "woah holy crap" with this information and it does pester his mind for a bit, wondering who tf this person is. but he does say that it's prob his fav routine of seiji's to watch (which proceeds to pester seiji's brain).

- then we get to the playoffs. the score is 7-7 and there's two minutes left on the clock. nick makes a final push through his stamina and get the last goal right before the clock strikes 0 -- making the score 8-7. however, nick falls on his arm, hard.

- nick breaks his arm, and he's out for the rest of the season. nick is obviously very, very upset about it.

- seiji does visit nick in the hospital before he hops on a plane to the grand prix final (since he made it there whee), and explains he saw what happened since he was there. nick interprets the visit as an act of petty charity and lashes out, taking out his anger and frustration on seiji.

- seiji lashes right back, and the two exchange some pretty hurtful blows. the thing that's important to take away is that nick essentially says that seiji's success as a skater only rests on the choreography of dmytro and his coaching. seiji storms out in a rage, and nick is left feeling like shit.

- a few days later, nick realizes that it's the free skate day of the finals and turns on the tv to the channel -- accepting that the reason he feels like shit is bc he misses seiji's skating.

- however, seiji's free skate is apparently very different from what was expected of him according to the announcers -- but nick recognizes it. it's the same routine that seiji does in his evening practices.

- seiji does place first and wins the grand prix finals (which he previously lost bc of a certain blond skater but that's a plot line for another time). nick realizes that he has to apologize, even if seiji said some nasty things, but what he said was seriously a d*ck thing to say.

- few days later, nick is discharged, and he spends every evening in the rink, waiting on the benches for seiji. who does eventually come after the grand prix final celebrations and resting for a few days. he decides to go for a quick evening skate to clear his mind of a certain hockey player.

- upon seeing nick, seiji is filled with rage and he gives nick the cold shoulder. whenever nick calls for him from across the rink, seiji pretends not to hear him. until eventually, nick decides to take matters in his own hands and make his way across the ice in his sneakers.

- obviously, this idea goes terribly, and he does fall a few feet away from seiji, who finally stops to give him the attention he's been asking for -- fully expecting an argument.

- nick apologizes for what he said and how wrong he was for saying it. he also mentions how lucky the person the routine is for must be. seiji is flabbergasted, not expecting this at all, and reveals that the routine was for nick, all this time. now it's nick's turn to be flabbergasted af :)

- nick starts laughing, which makes seiji extremely confused bc why tf is nick laughing since he was expecting rejection. but nick merely coaxes seiji down and kisses him softly -- and seiji understands.

- the lions do withdraw from the championship since nick is out of commission. they return the next season and do win first in a complete underdog fashion in case anyone is curious. seiji places first in the olympic figure skating event because he's seiji.

and just some other silly notes:

- eugesse is something that happens in this (much to nick's dismay)

- jesse and nick are half-brothers but they find that out down the line

- the lions are composited of the weight lifting bros and the one friend from nick's junior high who remains unnamed

[jesswritesthat]

omg hi i know this request sounds a bit hefty but hear me out: you’ve got y/n, and you’ve got her twin. they’re both exchange students but their school somehow messed up the application or there wasn’t enough space in one school whatever, so one of them ends up in nekoma and the other in shiratorizawa. then, they each decide to be the managers of that school’s respective teams. and then when training camp comes up, they finally meet each other again and are happy to be together but the rest of the teams are SHOOK (including their own maybe 👀👀) bc they didn’t tell their teams they had a twin. bonus points, inarizaki is there and the miya twins try to flirt w them (ships are up to you bc tbh anything sounds fun asf, idk i’ve had this idea in my head for so long IM AN ONLY CHILD I DONT EVEN HAVE A TWIN FKDKSKSKS) idk if you wanna just do headcannons go for it babes it’s a lot i know lmaooo

This is genius!! Omg, I’m not a twin either but I’m VIBING with this idea — I did headcanons because there was so muuchhh. I hope you like 💕

(T/n) = twins (first) name

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(L/n) Twins going to seperate schools and reuniting during a Shiratorizawa vs Nekoma practice match and Nationals:

• Due to unfortunate circumstances, (L/n) (T/n) had gotten into Shiratorizawa however, her twin sister (L/n) (Y/n) had to attend another school - luckily Nekoma had last minute vacancies.

• You stayed in Tokyo whilst your twin lived in the Shiratorizawa Dorms, it made seeing each other tricky but you always had video chats and since you were identical, it was easy to sneak into the dorms and stay for the weekend.

• You both loved Volleyball and had looked into your respective teams, (T/n) having the more famous one begrudgingly but being siblings... things got competitive.

“I’m going to become the manager of Shiratorizawa and I’m gonna take them to Nationals~” Was your twins cheery statement, whilst you playfully taunted her.

“Hah, more like they’ll take you, if I join Nekoma I’ll actually be useful.”

“No way - I’m a better manager than you (Y/n)!”

“Oh yeah?! Bring it on (T/n)! I’ll see you at Nationals - if you make it!” Thus, the challenge had begun.

• Nekoma and yourself had bonded, you’d heard the same about (T/n) and Shiratorizawa, it was like fate had gifted you your perfect matches in the end. Even if it meant being separated.

• It was around your second year with them that you’d heard about Karasuno, the once- upon-a-time rivals of Nekoma and how they’d organised a practice game with them over in Miyagi.

• You’d be playing other teams in the district to make it more beneficial... which is where your scheming came in.

“Hey, Tetsurō Senpai...”

“What do you want, you’re only ever so cute when you want something from me.”

“That’s not true! (Y/n)-chan is cute all of the time!” Yamamoto playfully punched his Captains shoulder, the latter reluctantly agreeing with a flush before clearing his throat and gesturing for you to continue.

“Think we could play Shiratorizawa whilst we’re over in Miyagi?”

“I’ll talk to Coach Nekomata and see what I can do, no promises though (Y/n).” Kuroo would do his best, you knew he tried for those he cared about, especially his team.

• It was no surprise then, that within 3 days you’d received a call from your twin.

“You’re coming to challenge me and my team (Y/n)?” The excitement in her voice, as well as that in yours was clear.

“You can thank Kuroo for that — you’ll finally get to meet my team!”

“And you mine! Tendō and Ushijima are incredible, I love them.” You’d spoken of respective players, shared stories and felt like you already knew part of each other’s teams despite never meeting them.

“Yes! I can’t wait - Lev isn’t coming with us, but Kenma and Yaku more than make up for it!”

“Lev is that first year you told me about right? I hope you’re ready to lose (Y/n), Goshiki is talented as hell.”

“And Nekoma is a unified machine, you’ll need a tissue to wipe away your loser tears~”

—

• Fast forward to the training trip, and the second you walk into Shiratorizawa you and your twin immediately rush over to each other, a collision of hugs, screams and excited conversation exchanged amidst the suddenly silent room.

• Tendō is the one to separate you both, guiding you to stand side by side as he leans in to inspect you both with a finger on his chin.

“Well well well, seems our Chibi-chan has a Chibi-chan 2.0~”

Ushijima doesn’t seem all that phased by the phenomenon, meanwhile Shirabu had to restrain the awed interrogation of Goshiki.

• Nekoma weren’t quite as calm, immediately Tendō hopped out of the way as Yamamoto tackled you, gawking between you and (T/n) whilst Inuoka attempted to null his yells.

“(Y/n)?! THERES TWO OF YOU?! DOUBLE THE BEAUTY!”

“Aw he’s cute, my team are never so nice to me.” (T/n) tutted, a subtle glare sent to Shiratorizawa - Satori being the one to stick his tongue out.

“Trust me, Yamamoto is the only one.” Cue your mirroring glare sent to a scheming Kuroo, whilst Nekomas Ace is still gushing over the two of you.

• The teams are moderately amused once the game starts as the main smack-talkers are you and (T/n) hollering over the court as you’d reached the Third Set at a tie. Friendships between both teams were formed due to your family relations.

• It’s not until the game is over and the Captains shake hands whilst you two hug it out with congratulatory words and playful insults that they start messing around again.

“C’mon (Y/n), we’ve gotta go~” Kuroo smugly states, purposefully slinging an arm around (T/n)s’ shoulders and guiding her out.

Before you had the chance to retaliate, Tendō gladly joined in.

“The Cat Captain is right, I’ve missed my little kitten anyway~” The redhead cheerfully gave you a high ten, intertwining your fingers in the process adding intimacy and offered a mischievous wink which you only laugh at.

• Nekoma are freaking out, that’s their manager and they’d know if you had a boyfriend, right? Yaku and Kai are quick to hold back Yamamoto with Kuroo suddenly sweeping you away from Satori since Ushijima had already reclaimed (T/n).

“That’s our kitten- ah manager.”

“And (T/n) is ours, but I look forward to seeing you at Nationals Nekoma.” The Captains bid one another farewell and you can only hope to play your twins’ team again.

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• Shiratorizawa didn’t make it to Nationals (since Karasuno beat them) but (T/n) wanted to come and support you (bitterly). Ushijima came with her too since he’s the Captain and wanted to keep you two out of trouble. Plus he loves Volleyball.

• It’s when you’re checking the matchups do you encounter your beloved rivals, whilst Nekoma were distracted you went to scope out the area. ‘Luckily’ for you, you bumped into other competitors, the blonde ‘accidentally’ tripping.

“Woah, are you okay-“ Before you could finish, he’d interrupted all suave.

“Yeah, I just fell for ya that’s all~“

“-send me a postcard next time~”

There was a moment of silence, you impressed by the smoothness and him awed by the sheer sarcasm.

• The boy introduced himself as Miya Atsumu, Inaruzakis Setter and took note of your Nekoma jacket, asking you to watch him play if you got the chance. Especially if you become opponents.

• Bidding farewell, you found (T/n) with a bright smile upon her face, Onigiri in hand.

“The games haven’t even started and you’re eating.” Was your bemused observation, your twin scoffing with an innocent pout.

“I was hungry, and this cute player from Inarizki recommended the teriyaki Onigiri here so I brought some, wanna try?” (T/n) justified, showing the item to you.

“I met an Inarizaki player too, and I’m too nervous to eat but thanks (T/n).”

“Suit yourself, good luck and I’ll look for you later.” She rejoined Ushijima, the pair waving as you met up with Nekoma.

• It isn’t until after the first round beating Kiyokawa High School, before the Karasuno vs Inarizaki game that you’d encounter the Miyas again — or rather Atsumu approached (T/n).

“Yer scoping out the competition huh gorgeous? I don’t blame ya (L/n), ‘Samu and I are the best of the best.” The blonde proudly told (T/n), thinking you’d shed your Nekoma jacket to be inconspicuous.

“I— I don’t even know you? Wait, how do you know my name?!”

• Osamu meets the pair, and actually thinks it through, Atsumu on the other hand jumps to conclusions.

“We just saw eac-“ Hearing (T/n), Atsumu was quick to argue but Osamu kicked his calve.

“Shut it dumbass.”

“Hey, loser twin!” You called over, gaining the attention of her and the Miya Twins.

“Ah... ‘Samu there’s two of them...”

“That’s what I was gonna tell ya.”

• It must’ve been a twin instinct (twinstinct hehe) but yourself and Osamu could tell the individual differences/quirks immediately, hence how he’d figured it out so quickly. A mutual smile was shared as your respective twins continued their petty insults.

• “(T/n)! Ushijima is looking for you and I need to find Kuroo so...”

“Oh, yer boyfriends?”

“Uh - aha -no no, our Captains.” Your twin managed, flustered and embarrassed - you were glad she’d spoken because you were no better with the heat on your skin.

“Perfect, tell your Captains’ that we’re not sorry for keeping you~” Atsumu shouted as you both waved goodbye and headed back to the stands/courts.

• Nekoma won against Sarukawa Tech High, your next opponents currently battling it out on the court which you’d all raced to see - mainly for Karasuno.

But it was during the break after the first set that the twins approached the stands, well, you.

“(Y/n), ya won?” It was brave of Osamu to address you so casually but you didn’t mind.

“Of course, my team, my friends, are truly amazing. Our next opponent is either Karasuno or you.”

“You’ll be facing me- us- Inarizaki! Don’t you worry sweetheart.” It seemed whatever suaveness Atsumu once had was long gone by now.

• They played incredibly, but the entirety of Nekoma were glad of Karasunos’ victory, you’d taken a second to see the twins though.

“You were amazing, I’m grateful I got to see you both play. Looks like you won’t be facing me after all, sweetheart~”

“Yeah well- I— jus’ watch yer back next year beautiful. I’m comin’ for ya.”

“OHO! NOT ON MY WATCH PRETTY BOYS!”

“Yamamoto! Apologies for him.” Yaku forced the Mohawk to bow, Kuroo slipping an arm around your waist with a smirk. “But he’s not wrong.”

—

• You were staying with (T/n) for the weekend, utilising Shiratorizawas practice break to tell the tale of the Miyas and their flirting. The team were oddly protective over the both of you, but you hadn’t the time to question it with Goshikis inquiry.

“Okay, so if you two had children with the Miya twins respectively... would your children be identical?”

“...”

“...”

“We won’t have to find out.” If anyone else had said it you wouldn’t have believed them, but something about the certainty of Wakatoshi made you both smile.

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[ Masterlist ]

[gwynrielsupremacy]

Azriel surprises Gwyn for her birthday PART. 6

Guys just so you know i need to think of a better name for this bc like THIS IS GETTING BIIIIG (I have a playlist on spotify called "what would gwynriel sing" and i think i'll draw inspiration from there lol)

IT'S GWYN'S POV AGAIN (and this one's a little shorter lol i'm sorry... Rhys is in this chapter bc i honestly share the headcanon that Gwyn and Rhys would be close friends!)

MY GIRLS: @starbornsinger @madie2200 @katiebellf here it is!! And check out the Chapter List here

Gwyn couldn’t deny. She was nervous. That morning the words just rushed out about leaving the library, because she truly felt inspired by Diane’s words. She had spent the previous night awake, even if Emerie and Nesta had long fallen asleep, thinking about what she had to do next. She was feeling braver. Maybe it was because that was the best birthday she had since Sangravah, or perhaps ever, due to the circumstances. She still missed Catrin like crazy during the day, still felt that familiar ache in her chest when she worked at the library in the afternoon, or went training in the morning. But somehow, after everything that has happened in the evening, the lingering image of her sister started being more of a comfort, a companion, than the sorrow and guilt she was accustomed to.

Still, she was nervous.

She did really want to leave the library, and Clotho seemed happy, maybe even proud, to let her go. Merrill didn’t care as long as she kept working for her, at least a couple hours a day. One day, Gwyn thought that would change too. But for now, one step at a time. The night she went to the Town House and dined with the Inner Circle was one of many small steps Gwyn’s been giving these last few months towards more autonomy, independence, and strength. Towards the life she wanted for herself. And now, the day where she decided to move out of the library was the day she took another one.

And Azriel… Honestly, she thought she would be more scared about the prospect of having a mate than she actually did. Most of all, she was happy. She felt lucky and had the confidence that if anything were to happen between the two of them, they would take it slow, at her pace. She wouldn’t have it any other way. That if Azriel were to find out about the bond any time soon; or if she would summon enough courage to tell him. Because if he did know, he would’ve said something by now, wouldn’t he?

Yep. She was very nervous.

What she dreaded the most was the fact that Azriel, well, he may not feel the same once he found out. The Cauldron could be wrong, after all. And all these last months of getting closer to each other, training in companionable silence, laughing together, bantering… She was more than grateful for their friendship, but she knew that Azriel still had some things to figure out – about Elain. If he truly still felt something towards her, that was enough to strain Gwyn’s hopes for the moment. To maintain the quiet feeling to herself, and what it meant; that she was indeed worthy of happiness not only alone, but with another one.

She tried to push all those feelings aside as she was getting ready for dinner at the River House, the High Lady and Lord’s official estate. She looked at herself in the mirror, spinning side to side. It wasn’t much – after all, she didn’t have any clothes besides her robes, nightgowns and training leathers – but the outfit the House provided was more than enough. Her baggy turquoise linen pants and her white, loose crop top made her extremely comfortable, even if the latter was slightly shorter than what she was accustomed to.

She still wore the necklace Azriel re-gifted her. When he told her a few months back about the whole story, she truly understood him. He was in a bad place at the time, but so did she. And even if he had indeed made a mistake, she was glad to have it now. To know that someone gave it to her willingly, that was the thought she held on to. First person considered or not. And besides, it looked great against her freckled skin.

A gentle knock on the door of her new bedroom sounded. “Gwyn, you ready?”

“Yeah, come in”

Nesta opened the door and something sparked in her eyes as she stared at Gwyn through the mirror.

“You look beautiful, girl”

She spun on her heels and smiled at Nesta.

“I do, don’t I?”

They both laughed as they linked their arms and left the room.

“So” Nesta begun, as they walked towards the main entrance together “How are you settling in?”

“It’s very cozy, and I just love that view. The House is providing me everything I need at the moment. Thank you for inviting me to stay.” She gave her sister a grateful smile

“Well, I was serious; you can stay with us for as long as you want.”

“That means a lot.” Gwyn couldn’t contain her smile as she gently nudged her head against her sister’s.

“Don’t mention. I know you’d do the same for me.” And Nesta was right. Without thinking twice, Gwyn would have done the same for both of her newfound sisters. She was so grateful and thrilled their paths had crossed this way.

“By the way” Nesta mentioned innocently when they reached the common area “The room you chose, well, that’s three doors up from Azriel’s. If you have a problem with that, feel free to say it.”

And as she was summoning his presence, that was the moment the Shadowsinger came to vision, talking to Cassian in the balcony – waiting for them.

Gwyn drew on a breath, staring straight at him. When he caught her eye, she couldn’t help her smile. And when his eyes glittered, scanning her from head to toe, she answered quietly to her sister:

“No. I think that’ll be fine.”

*******

The River House was beautiful. Gwyn admired it as the four of them stood by the front door. It was big, but the decoration made it seem comfortable and cozy, despite its size. A true home, Gwyn thought.

Feyre opened the door, a warm smile instantly on her face.

“Come in!”

As soon as they stepped on the entrance hall, Gwyn marveled at the big painting on display. It was a portrait of Nesta as she held the line at the Pass of Enalius. Her cunning eyes seemed to look directly at anyone who came in, daring and challenging. “This is amazing.” She said, tearing her eyes from the image at last and looking at Feyre. Cassian and Nesta had already entered the living room and Azriel stood by the doorway, lingering.

Feyre was still smiling at her when she answered. “Thank you very much, Gwyn. I have others I can show you later, if you’d like.”

“I would love to. You have a beautiful home.” And she could barely conceal the emotion in her eyes as Feyre held her hand and sighed gratefully. She, maybe more than anyone, was well aware of how lucky she was to have such a family.

“We do.”

It was just when she reached the living room and beheld all of those who Feyre and Rhysand loved the most she felt Azriel’s presence still a few steps behind her, his eyes fixed upon her. A tendril of shadow curled up slightly at her wrist, as if saying We’re here. So she looked back for half a second before entering further into the room, only enough to meet his cryptic gaze and give him a half-smile. And couldn’t help the sparkling feeling in her chest when he gave her a reassuring nod.

*****

The night was going on peacefully. Gwyn didn’t say much, and it was rather content in observe. That way, she didn’t feel exposed, and also could get to know the Inner Circle better: their dynamics and bantering, how they acted around each other and discussed both serious and light topics. Elain, for example, was sitting in a chair in the corner, drink in hand. She only joined for dinner, ate quietly and then excused herself from the table for a long time. Rhys and Feyre took turns in watching Nyx, since this evening he went to sleep early. Emerie and Mor were having what seemed to be a very intimate conversation, knees touching and heads close, and Nesta and Cassian, well… They were being their usual selves.

And then she landed her eyes on the Shadowsinger. He was definitely the quietest of them all, even if during dinner he had participated in the more serious subjects of conversation and exchanged a few casual words with Gwyn. She could observe enough to notice he didn’t once glance at Elain, or her at him, and that they kept their distance. He actually seemed to have spent the evening doing the same thing Gwyn was, which was observing; except for him it was natural, a second skin. He certainly had enough time these hundred years to know well about the rest of his family, while she was doing that precisely to learn more about them. If it was easy for her to be like this, for him was instinct.

She couldn't stop but detain herself on the details of his face, though, as he now spoke to Mor, who had subtly approached him. He wore that inexpressive mask, but she could see the way his brows were slightly furrowed, his jaw set just slightly... There was something concerning him, making him uneasy. She wondered, maybe for the tenth time, when she would tell him. Or if she should let him find out by himself. And again, her heart fluttered as he put his hands in his pockets and nodded along, listening to Mor.

How could the Cauldron have chosen this? To have defined them as mates... He was the one who saved her, who’d seen her low, who helped her at the very worst moment of her life. And although she would be forever grateful for it, she was aware he had enough on his plate – to burden him with her feelings... She didn't know what to do. It was at that moment their eyes locked across the room. She didn't realize she had still been staring, and quickly darted her eyes away.

Only to meet with Rhysand’s staring at her from across the table.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

Oh, shit. Shit. Gwyn contained her gasp. He heard her. She didn't know for how long, but he could read her thoughts.

I was just going to ask you if you were feeling okay.

She knew what he meant. But still...

"Please. Please don’t say a word". She managed to whisper to that presence in her mind.

He doesn't know? She could feel his curiosity. Although they were still staring at each other, his face yielded nothing.

"I don't think so. Please, just…"

Don't worry, Gwyn. I won't tell him.

She could've cried in relieve. "Thank you."

He only nodded at her and raised his glass, and she could feel his presence fading from her mind.

*****

When they arrived at the House of Wind, a few hours later, Gwyn was still a little uneasy. She needed to learn how to shield her mind properly; even if she felt she trusted Rhys’s word, she couldn’t feel relaxed at the thought that someone else knew about what she’d only recently discovered and were still trying to figure out.

She could barely stare at Azriel when they flew all the way back. They remained silent all the way to the House of Wind, and her gaze remained fixed on the city landscape below them, or on the skies above. Never on him or their closeness, even if she’d caught him glancing at her a few times. They landed just a few minutes after Nesta and Cassian. When she meant to let go of his hand, he held it just for a moment longer:

“Did you have fun tonight?”

She nodded, managing to bring a smile upon her face. She didn’t want him to see how nervous she was; they were never like that around each other.

“A lot. Your family is very…”

“Extravagant?”

“I was going to say kind. But they might be a little extravagant, too.”

The corner of his lips tugged upward, and she let out a quiet laugh. “Are you going to sleep now?”

“In a few hours, maybe. I think I’ll hit the training ring first.”

She nodded. His shadows swirled a little at his shoulders. She seemed to forget about her nervousness for a second as she noticed his slightly furrowed brows, as if he was concentrating: “You know you don’t have to restrain them, if it tires you.”

“They should behave better.” It was all he grunted back, slightly annoyed at his dancing shadows.

“Well, I don’t mind at all. I like them. So at least around me, you shouldn’t worry about it.”

The seconds her eyes held his stare were enough to make Gwyn feel like she could burst – or touch him, again. So she turned away and smiled over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Az.”

All she felt before reaching the stairway was a tendril of shadow gently curling around her arm.

[mandowh0re]

Possible angsty prompt: sam and bucky are at a super market in New York and someone tries to rob it but oh no no no you got two avengers there so that ain't happening but low and behold peter shows up because robbery, but sam and bucky still really don't like Peter. Maybe Peter takes a bullet for one of them?

I like this!! I changed it up a bit but I tried not to deviate too far from what you asked for. Hope you like it!! xoxo

P.S. I added SteveTony in here bc I’m a slut for that ship and I like to add it whenever I can.

Steve exits the small medical room and walks over to the waiting room where both Bucky and Sam had been instructed to wait.

Not that they were planning to go anywhere. Not until they knew Peter was okay.

The duo looks up as Steve enters and takes a seat across from them, leaning on his knees and clasping his hands together. He’s quiet for a moment, looking down at the floor before looking back up at his friends.

“Peter is going to be fine. The bullet was less than an centimeter from his carotid artery, but he’ll be fine now.”

Both waiting men let go of their collective breaths, relaxing slightly with the knowledge that no. They didn’t get the kid killed.

“You’re lucky Tony refuses to leave Peter’s side, or this would be a lot louder.”

Neither Sam nor Bucky answer him.

Steve sighs, leaning back in his chair, “Tell me what happened.”

Three hours earlier

There’s a clap on Bucky’s shoulder, and Sam is lucky that the older man heard him coming beforehand.

“You about done, old man? We gotta head back soon.”

Bucky signs a paper and takes a small envelope from the teller, giving her a small smile as a thanks.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Bucky claps Sam’s shoulder harder, just enough to make the man stumble.

“Jackass.” He mumbles.

There’s suddenly an onslaught of bullets being shot into the ceiling, forcing everyone to the ground.

“Get on the ground! Face down! Don’t move or we’ll shoot!” One of the perpetrators yells as they walk farther into the bank.

Bucky and Sam drop with everyone else, a plan already formulating in their heads. Luckily, they dropped behind an island counter and can quietly communicate without the gunmen seeing.

Sam has a gun, but is a lot less skilled with it than Bucky. So Sam’s main goal is distraction and keeping the guns away from civilians while Bucky takes each gunman down.

Just as they move into position to kick off their plan, a familiar voice rings out.

“There’s a lot less violent ways to take out a loan. You guys know that, right?”

The two men exchange glances.

“You’ve got to be shitting-“ Sam’s complaints are cut off as bullets begin to rain hellfire once again.

Bucky takes the distraction to stand and shoot, taking down two gunmen before a third one is shot with web fluid, pinning him to the ground.

“Oh hi Mister Barnes!” Spider-Man calls, flipping over a fourth and webbing him too.

“This isn’t Queens, kid. What are you doing here?” Sam asks, already moving to help any injured hostages.

“I was close enough and caught the call on the police scanner. I figured-“

“Get outta here kid, we have it handled.” Bucky says, shooting the fifth guy who had hidden when Spider-Man appeared.

“Hey! I took down two of these guys. I just wanted to help. I didn’t even know you were here.”

“Well we are. So you can go now.” Says Sam, who is now leading people out of the building.

Spider-Man huffs, but his spider sense tingles and he turns, his surroundings moving in slow motion as he sees one of the men that Bucky had shot down roll over and lift his gun, pointing it at Bucky who was turned away from him.

Without thinking, Peter grabs Bucky’s shirt and throwing the man behind him, moving in the way of the bullet.

Now

Steve runs a hand down his face.

“So Peter stepped in between you and a bullet?”

Bucky rubs his hands together, eyes downcast.

“Yeah.”

“After you told him to leave.” He asks, his eyes moving to Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam answers quietly.

Steve stands and grabs his chair, swinging it closer to his friends. He sits.

“You two are my best friends. But Tony is my husband now. And Peter, for all intents and purposes, is his kid. Can you guys please try to get along with the kid? I know he’s a hyper kid but he took a bullet for you. Maybe cut him some slack?”

Bucky nods, rubbing his own face, “Yeah.”

“We can do that.” Sam adds.

“Good,” Steve smiles, “I’d avoid Tony for the rest of the night though.”

The next morning

Peter is sipping on some apple juice, sitting up with the help of his hospital bed.

Tony had left a few minutes ago, saying that he needed to shower now that the kid wasn’t in critical condition.

There’s a knock at the door, and Peter turns his attention to it. His whole torso has to turn with him so he doesn’t pull at the still healing wound.

“Come in.”

Much to his surprise, Sam and Bucky walk into his room, Sam holding a red gift bag with blue tissue paper.

“Uh, hi?” Peter says, putting his juice box down on the table next to his bed, “What’s up?”

The two men look at each other as if they have no idea what to do. Sam speaks up first.

“We want to apologize for what happened yesterday.”

“Oh! Why? You didn’t shoot me.” Peter says.

Bucky shakes his head, “I was so distracted by the fact that you were there that I didn’t notice that the guy was still alive. If I had been paying attention-“

“It’s fine guys, really-“

“No it’s not,” Sam interjects, “We made a mistake that almost got you killed. And that’s on us.”

Peter’s eyes move from Bucky to Sam.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” Sam says.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky adds, “And we, uh, brought you a gift.”

Sam steps forward and hands the bag to Peter, who smirks.

“Spider-Man colors?”

“Man, shut up and open it.” Sam chuckles.

Peter smiles and removes the blue tissue paper, pulling out a black hoodie that is way too big for him. On the front it says ‘Falcon and Winter Soldier are my favorite Avengers’.

It’s obvious they got it at one of those venders that can make just about whatever you want on clothing.

Peter let’s out a laugh and lowers the shirt, “Thanks guys. I love it.”

“That’s not it.” Sam says, and both he and Bucky unzip their jackets to reveal they are wearing matching red t-shirts that say ‘Spider-Man is my favorite Avenger’.

Peter let’s out a guttural laugh, struggling to catch his breath. When he finally does, he slips on his sweatshirt with help from Bucky.

“I think this is the best present I’ve ever gotten.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “Eat it up, kid. Because we’re burning these once you get out of here.”

And that’s how Tony ends up with multiple copies of the three now friends making bunny ears behind each other’s heads, each wearing their corresponding shirts.

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"Did you just kiss me?" {Draco Malfoy x Reader}

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A/N: Vaisey will be reader's ex-boyfriend.

Prompts: 12a. "it was open and i read it."  10f. "Did you just kiss me?"

hii! if u are taking requests, could i get angst #12 from the 150 prompt list with draco x pureblood!reader? where she broke up w her boyfriend bc he cheated but she's forced by her parents to attend his party on Christmas (all pureblood families were invited). draco is there and comforts her but her ex approaches them and fluff #10 occurs? sorry if it's too specific🥺

"You're going and that's final."

I looked over the protective cover staring back at me. I ran my hands through my hair and groaned in frustration. This was the last place I wanted to be. He was going to be there without a doubt. My parents were forcing me to attend a Christmas party, all the pure-blood Slytherin’s were to be in attendance. No exceptions. For weeks I tried to reason with her, but she would not have it.

All it took was one look from him and I was right back where I started. I spent weeks avoiding him as best as I could. Almost every corner I turned, he was there. We shared the same classes and walked the same hallways. Even harder were all the whispers that followed.

"Poor thing."

"What happened?"

"I heard he cheated with Pansy Parkinson!"

I was just leaving the library. I had intended to study for a couple more hours but as I stared at the pages, nothing made sense anymore. The lines on the page didn't look like words anymore. I returned the books before putting my book bag over my shoulder. I sighed as I got up from my chair, trying to adjust after sitting for so long.

As I reached for the door I ran into Terrence Higgs. He almost blocked the door, preventing me from getting out. He was Vaisey's best friend, the two of them grew close being on the qudditch team. "Fancy meeting you here." I spent every Wednesday in the library, and I had not seen him once. He laughed almost nervously, "Where are you off to?"

Immediately I knew something was going on. Terrence almost never made conversation with me. I had overheard that he wasn't overly fond of me. He only spoke to me if he had to, or if I asked him a direct question. I moved to the door once more, "I was just about to head back to my dorm." He stepped in front of the door, "You know I was hoping you could actually help me."

I narrowed my eyes, "You want me to help you?" He nodded unconvincingly. "With what?" I watched as he looked around and stuttered, "With um," He pointed to the book under my arm. "Potions."

"Right." I stepped away from him and left the library. I made my way to the dorms. I planned to go to mine but I figured I would ask Vaisey if there was something wrong with Terrence. As I walked up the steps to his dormitory, I heard a familiar giggle. Pansy Parkinson's laugh was coming from his room. I tried to come up with possible reasons. Maybe they were studying. Pansy Parkinson was in a relationship with Draco Malfoy. There was nothing to worry about.

I reached for the door, and the giggles stopped. I opened the door and found her under Vaisey. He looked up, his head moved away from her neck. His shirt was unbuttoned, I didn't say anything. I closed the door and made my way down the stairs. I heard the door slam behind me. "Y/N." I kept walking, there was nothing he could say that could possibly justify what I saw. "Wait!"

I stopped, and turned to look at him. He has hastily tried to button his shirt. He had missed a button, making it uneven. I shut my eyes, trying to keep the tears in. "How long?"

"It's not-"

I didn't want to argue, and he wasn't going to give me answers. He reached for my arm, but I pulled away. I kept walking. No one else was in the common room, but somehow in a matter of hours, everyone knew.

I was dreading the party. For the first time in two years, I was going without him. I didn't tell my parents what happened, but they pieced together that we weren't together anymore. I looked back at the protective covering, and unzipped it slowly. Velvet. Jade green.

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I arrived to the party a few hours late. I didn't want to be there any longer than I had to. I approached my mother. She was speaking to the host. I greeted them both and then went to the kitchen. Most were gathered in the living room beside the fire. I had forgotten how lonely these functions were. I looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone I knew.  No luck. I poured myself a drink to pass the time. I looked at the clock. 9 pm, another 2 hours and I was clear to leave.

I heard the clink of glasses, the host was going to make an announcement. I rounded the corner and stood by the living room. Everyone gathered in the living room. I started to feel uneasy, he was here. I tried to keep my eyes fixated on the floor. I gently stirred the drink in my hand, keeping my eyes on the liquid inside.

"No. I am not going to tell you again Draco."

I heard harsh whispers beside me. He scoffed, and his mother joined the group in the living room. He stayed by the kitchen, leaning against the marble countertops. I acted like I didn't hear the exchange. Draco's body language said everything. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his face had a scowl on it. Odds were he was forced to be here too. 

It was the perfect opportunity to get the younger generation together in hopes of preserving the pure-blood line. That's what all these gatherings were for. It also gave the hosts a chance to show off their elegant mansions. The rich loved to boast, they loved the competition.

We had attended the same gatherings for as long as we could remember. We shared the same classes, and were even in the same friend group. Draco was the seeker for the qudditch team. We were well acquainted. We just hadn’t spent much time together since we were both preoccupied.

The host was making the traditional announcements. Thank you for being here, and so on.  I sighed and looked at the clock again. It had only been 5 minutes since I last checked. Draco chuckled to himself, "I know the feeling." He looked over, "You mind?" I shook my head and he came and stood beside me. He was dressed in an all black suit. He had gold cuff links and black dress shoes. His fingers had several expensive rings wrapped around them. "These are terribly dull." I remarked, and he nodded in understanding.

Even though neither of us mentioned it, we were sharing the same thought. I'm sorry this happened to you. I looked up, the host was still going on with her announcements. I couldn't help myself, my eyes scanned the room. I inhaled deeply as my eyes caught him. Draco followed my gaze. I quickly looked down and took another sip of my drink. I heard him shuffle beside me. He pulled out a small silver flask. His eyes invited me in. I smiled and brought my cup forward. I watched as he poured from the flask. "Thank you." I said gratefully, I couldn't imagine how I was going to get through the rest of the night.

I took another sip. "Would you like some company for the night?" I asked, normally I wouldn't be so forward. It didn't hurt to ask. He chuckled, as he slipped the silver flask back into his suit pocket. "I wouldn't mind it."

Soon the host dispersed the group and they all moved back to their groups. Draco and I settled in the kitchen. We sat on the chairs by the counters. We talked for the rest of the night, helping the time pass much faster.

"Crabbe didn't say much after that." He said pleased with himself. We both laughed, even gaining some attention from those passing by. Soon after Draco looked down at his watch, "If you'll excuse me for a moment." He got up and disappeared into the living room. Spending time with him made me feel normal again.

I had other friends but they had been walking on eggshells. They weren't sure how to approach me. They treated me like I was fragile, and granted I was. But it was nice to just forget about everything, even of it was for just an hour or two. It was almost midnight by now and the party was still humming vibrantly. I heard footsteps approach, I was expecting to see Draco.

Instead, it was Vaisey. I got up from my chair, I was having a good night. I was not going to let him ruin it. "Just wait." He held out his left arm in front of him. "I'm not going to try anything I just wanted to give you this."

"No. No more gifts no more letters, please. I just want to move on."

"This one is different. Just take it, and I won't bother you anymore. You can decide if you want to talk to me, on your own terms. Just please." He stepped forward slowly and brought a gift forward. It had a silver wrapping paper, and a sterling green bow. I took it and he backed away slowly. "I'll give you some time to think." He retreated back into the living room. I sighed and placed the gift on the table.

I stared at it, the smart part of me said to just throw it away. Don't open it, just get rid of it. But part of me wanted to know. Why was this so special he had to hand deliver it? Curiosity got the best of me. I carefully pulled back the green bow, and the silver box came undone. It fell in cascades. It was a collection of small boxes. I opened each one, and they came with part of a letter. The flaps of each box had photos of us collected over the two year period we were together. My eyes brimmed with tears, I looked back at the frozen pockets of time. We were so happy, so in love. Or at least I had thought.

Pictures of us at games together, me wearing his jersey, his name painted on my cheek. I exhaled as the tears flowed steadily. My heart ached. I wanted this, I wanted to be happy again. I wanted to be in love again. But it just wasn't possible, not with him. I pieced the letter together.

I can't express how truly sorry I am. There was nothing that you did wrong. I was selfish and impulsive. I should've never agreed to meet with her. But you deserve to know. You deserve to know it all. So I'm going to tell you the complete truth. It started when you went to the library to study for O.W.Ls. After our game I went to celebrate with friends. One thing lead to another and I got drunk. Pansy came on to me and I didn't stop her. That was the first time we slept together. It continued until you caught us. In total, we were together for 6 months.

The letter kept going but I couldn't keep reading it. So many different things were running through my head. 

“The first time we slept together...”

“For 6 months...”

I left the letter and the gift on the table. I walked outside of the mansion. Once I got outside I moved to the back of the property. My legs gave out and I finally felt it all. I had been trying so hard to keep it together but this was the last straw. I couldn't do it anymore. I let out a sob and felt the tears stream down my face.

He said it wasn't my fault but his actions said otherwise. I wasn't there and he decided I wasn't enough. I continued to sob. The gravel was digging in, but I couldn't bring myself to move. The cold wind showed no mercy. The air ambushed me, making me feel cold. I heard the door to the mansion close. I kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I heard the footsteps against the gravel. They got closer and closer.

I looked up and found Draco looking back at me.

"It was open and I read it." Draco held up the gift, and the accompanying letter. I couldn't even be upset. He was going through the same thing I was. I sighed and wiped my tears. "I'm so sorry." He dropped down and put the letter and gift on the floor. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for."  I couldn't help myself. I cried even harder.

He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. "It's going to be okay." He held me as I continued to cry softly. After a few minutes it died down. He pulled back and pulled out a few tissues. He had anticipated what happened when he got back and grabbed a few. I took them and cleaned myself up. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this."

"It's okay, really. I understand." And he did. As he read the letter, it was clear for him too. He took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders. I went to protest but he shook his head and reassured me he was fine.

"Let's get you out of here."

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I decided I needed to thank Draco in person. It was the least I could do. I decided the walk would help clear my head. It wasn’t very far, only about 10 minutes. When I arrived at the manor, the gates opened before me. I kept walking to the manor. Once I reached the front door I was greeted by Narcissa. She had always been fairly kind to me. I can only imagine it was due to my lineage. “To what do we owe the pleasure dear?”

I laughed a little, “I just wanted to talk to Draco for a moment, if that’s okay.” She nodded and opened the front door. “He had to go and fetch something in town, but he should be back soon.” I should’ve written him to see if he was going to be busy. It had slipped my mind. I hesitated walking in. “I can just come back another time-”

Narcissa put her hand on my shoulder. “Oh nonsense! You’re welcome wait here.” I didn’t want to seem rude. I hadn’t really spoken to her last night, it seemed only fair. She lead me inside into the kitchen. “I’ll get you a cup of tea.” She gestured for me to sit, so I did. She took a cup from a cabinet. “I can’t help but have overheard what happened.”

I tensed up, this was the last thing I wanted to talk about. Of course she knew, it was her son’s girlfriend after all. “Draco was so torn up about it. You both seemed better last night. I’m glad he has someone like you.” She placed the cup of tea in front of me. “Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

She asked me a few questions about my parents, but nothing to invasive. I was beginning to regret staying when the front door opened. Narcissa called to him, and he made his way to the kitchen. He looked a bit surprised. “I just wanted to talk to you for a moment.” He nodded, and I stood. I thanked his mother again. He motioned for me to follow him. We walked to the stairs, “Sorry, for just showing up. I should’ve written to you first.” He shook his head, “It’s not a problem.”

He opened the door to his room. I walked in and he shut the door behind us. “I don't know how to thank you." He sat down on his bed. "I'm sure I'll think of something later." He chuckled. We talked for a couple of hours, continuing some of our previous conversations.We were going to be returning to Hogwarts in 3 days. “Perhaps we can catch the trolley together.”

Draco had been left in an unfortunate situation. Most of the friends he had were shared with Pansy. In the ride back home he was stuck with Blaise and Pansy. Neither of them had spoken a word. He didn’t want to have to relive that.

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Draco had kept to his word. We started spending a lot of time together. His presence became comforting. Of course whispers began to follow us again. I tried my best to ignore them. Pansy glared at me in the hallways, as if I was the reason their relationship fell apart. I found it amusing. Her and Vaisley truly deserved each other.

Draco and I were sitting in the astronomy tower. We were studying for a test, but I noticed he was awfully quiet. He was just staring at the wall, a blank expression on his face. “Draco?”

“I think I’ve finally figured out how you can repay me.” Draco stated, making me sit up. Curious, I closed my book and leaned forward. I did say that he could ask for a favor. I almost thought he had forgotten about it. “I’m all ears Malfoy.” He laughed, "Let's have a proper first date." I blinked in shock. I had thought of Draco romantically. But I didn’t anticipate anything to come from it. We had both just gotten our hearts broken, and here we were testing fate. I bit my lip, as I thought over the consequences. Draco tried reading my expression.

“You know I would love to.” 

He decided to keep the location a secret. I tried getting information out of him, but he wouldn’t budge. “But I don’t even know what I’m supposed to wear.” He thought for a moment. “Something warm.” It wasn’t much, but it was something. We arrived at the common room and he walked me to my dorm. “I’ve got some things to attend to, I’ll send an owl soon.” He placed a kiss on my forehead before going back down the stairs. I opened my door and sighed. I looked at my closet and pulled some warm clothes. It was still snowing pretty heavily, but spring was almost upon us.

I got ready and kept an eye out for any owls. A few hours later I heard soft taps on my window. I opened it to find Draco’s owl. I gave him a treat before he left again. I opened the letter.

I had more to do then I intended. I sent a car for you.

Draco

I folded the letter back up and left it on my dresser. I made my way to the gates and sure enough, there was a car. My mind was drawing a blank. As I looked out the window, I watched the snow fall.  It was mesmerizing. The ride wasn’t long, only 15 minutes. Once the car came to I stop I thanked the driver. Once I opened the door, I looked in awe. It was a small cabin. It was decorated beautifully. Warm yellow lights wrapped around it, the walls were covered in a thin layer of snow. Draco was standing at the door, he came and met me in the snow. “It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He opened the door and we were greeted by warmth. He closed the door and hung his coat by the door. He took mine as well. “Thank you.” He lead me to the kitchen. There was an array of sweets and hot chocolate. I looked at him in shock, “You did all this?” He nodded. “I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for so I got an array.”

No one had ever done something so kind for me. I looked at him in awe. “And I got these too.” He showed me an array of movies. “This is perfect.”

We settled on a movie and moved to the couch. It was right by the fire place. He put in the movie then came and joined me. He took a blanket and placed it over us both. I moved closer to him and he smiled. He moved his arm and invited me closer. Once I did he put his arm around me.

After the movie was over he revealed another surprise. Gingerbread houses. It was something I always wanted to do. I remember mentioning it at the Christmas party. “I know its a little late but-”

“I love it.” I was so happy he remembered such a small detail. Shortly after we got started, his house fell apart. I couldn’t help but laugh, he had managed to set all of this up but the gingerbread house was what got him. “What are you going on about?”

“How did you manage that Draco?” He walked over ad smeared the wall of my gingerbread house. He licked his finger and smirked, feeling proud of himself. “Just like that.” I stared at him for a moment and watched as his eyes trailed to my lips.

He moved closer, the tension between us grew. I thought about how happy he made me feel. I thought about how he had been there for me. In an impulse I leaned forward and closed the space between us. Draco responded to the kiss almost immediately. We broke away and he smiled, "Did you just kiss me?" I laughed and rolled my eyes, going to pull away. He responded by pulling me in once more.

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What We Want and What We Can Have

Part Two- My Love, Don’t Fade Away

WHOOPS IT’S A PART TWO THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR (part one lives hither)!

Warnings: cannon-typical violence, angst, unresolved tension encroaching resolution, more of Ron and his big beautiful brain, Ron has like three feelings and you take up two of them, non-edited nonsense bc feelings don’t wait for approval

I listened to Reminder by Mumford and Sons as well as I Don’t Feel It Anymore by William Fitzsimmons. Let me know if any of you crazy kids are interested in my BoB heavy-feels writing playlist bc ya know i’ve got one.

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The grey smoke from the burning church stung your eyes, and as you feel your tears trickle down your cheeks you wonder if they are soot-stained as well. 

 Around you, you can hear the screams of bombs whistling through the air- the harmonizing shrieks of the wounded and dying ringing in your ears as you watch Gene running towards the smoldering building, but you can’t seem to do anything other than watch. You know you need to do something, anything to help the medic save the handful of people bursting through the smoke like ashen fireworks.  

Yet all you seem capable of doing is dumbly stare at the ruins of the makeshift hospital you’d just watched explode. 

 The makeshift hospital you had been tasked to watch over.

For weeks, you’d been monitoring intel reports for any sign that the Luftwaffe had been intending to bomb the town of Bastogne. Weeks of pouring over intercepted and forwarded information and maps and citizen chatter that you’d been so sure indicated that the town was safe from harm, that the air attacks would be solely focused on the woods. 

Yet here you were, standing in the heart of a bomb-pocked town with ice in your veins and a terrible hollow in your heart.

 You’d failed. You couldn’t have been more spectacularly wrong.

 The irony of your mistake ending in fire was not lost on you, and as your eyes danced up with the flames and plumes of smoke you were filled with the same helpless feeling that had found you after learning of the fate of your mother, sister, and brother-in-law all those months ago. Only this time, you had no one to blame but yourself.

 You had done this. You’d missed something and now all of those wounded soldiers and brave nurses and innocent people were dead and trapped.

 When Gene grabs your shoulders you nearly jump out of your skin, blinking for the first time in what felt like hours and forcing yourself to focus on the drawn face of your friend. Something in his eyes gives you the impression that he’s been trying to get your attention for a long time.

 “Y/N!” he shouts, using his grip on you to pull you back towards the jeep. “We have to go, we’ve gotta go back—”

 “I-I should stay,” you stammer, limbs feeling like lead as you stumble along stiffly. “I don’t think…”

 Gene, ignoring your quiet mumbling, all but shoves you into the car and takes your previous seat as driver.

 Eyes having drifted back to the smoldering church, you try again to get your fumbling mouth to work enough to speak.

 “Gene, I think—”

 “You’re not staying here, Y/N.”

The way he says it leaves no room for argument.

“Bet you don’t even realize that your face is bleeding like a stuck pig….”

 When you raise your hand to touch your cheek you feel that he’s right, you are bleeding- most likely from the initial blast of debris that had hit you when the bomb hit.

As Gene whips the jeep around to take off down the road, you feel the cool wind sting at your eyes, the air so drastically different from the smoke you’d just been breathing that it makes you lightheaded.

 “I killed them,” you murmur, despite the fact that you know Gene can’t hear you. “I killed them.”

 Gene is crying when you look over at him but you can’t find it in you to offer him any comfort. What would the point be? What could you possibly say when everything you’d just witnessed was a direct consequence of something you’d missed?

 Ron was wrong, you think to yourself as you look back to the rapidly approaching forest. It is better to feel nothing. I want to feel nothing.

 Almost as if all you had to do was think about it- a strange calm settles bitterly in your chest, joining the hollow that had been deepening each day since you’d seen Blithe get shot through the throat.

 Just as you’d wished, you slipped into the numbness of nothing.

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 Ron was worried about you.

 No, he was more than worried. He was concerned...deeply concerned.

He had been for a while now- ever since you’d come back from a scouting mission with Blithe’s blood on your hands and a grim look of defeat marring your pretty face. He’d tried to talk to you about it, going as far as to pull you aside and wash the blood from your hands in hopes of getting you to open up privately- ignoring the confused looks of your superiors and his colleagues as he did so.

You had been, were worth any rumors that could come from his intentionally infrequent sign of humanity.

 But you’d given him nothing more than a weak smile and whisper of thanks before slipping away to find Nixon. It was like that moment in the attic had never happened.

 Seeing you come back from the town of Bastogne had shocked him, too. Not as much in terms of the blood pouring from the cut on your cheek, but in the absolutely dead look in your eyes he’d found when he had begun questioning you as to what had happened.

 “I was wrong,” you’d said emotionlessly, barely flinching when Spina had brought an alcohol-drenched rag to your wound. “I missed something, and now the town is gone.”

 Before he could even begin to think of a reply, Spina had asked him to help get you to CP so the other officers could figure out the next course of action. And once he had, you’d had no more to say.

 That night, Ron had poured over the information you’d been given concerning Bastogne, glaring at Nixon until the other man had relented and reluctantly given him the small wooden box you kept your reports in. You hadn’t ‘missed’ anything- there had been nothing to indicate any sort of attack to the town for you to miss. You had done nothing wrong.

 Not that he’d be able to convince you of that. Ron knew you well enough by now to know that your stubbornness could rival his own if you indulge yourself in it enough. He’d learned that long ago in Georgia upon meeting you, that you had not gotten here by accident or through any sort of familial connection- but rather by sheer determination and steadfastness and unapologetic bullheadedness, not to mention a natural gift for finding patterns in behaviors and translating them into strategy.

Watching you work, then and now, had been nothing short of marvelous. 

 But this wasn’t you. This heartbroken husk of you that he had been seeing now made his already frozen body feel even colder.

 Ron needed you back.

 Unbeknownst to you (and initially to him as well), you’d become the reason he fought. At first, it had been a more practical explanation: you worked tirelessly to secure the information needed to build strategies and he felt the need to reward that hard work with his own successful execution of the plans you’d made. Then, upon completing the task, you would come in and use any of the information you found to build the next strategy. It had been transactional, an exchange of services that helped the both of you work towards the mutual goal of winning the war.

It was simple.

 There was no real event to precede his shift in perspective. One day you’d been Y/N and the next you were Y/N. He’d nearly said as much in the attic, when your eyes had burned him alive with their curious sincerity and your heart had called to him so sweetly he’d nearly kissed you. 

 Seeing you now, blinking slowly in the warm candlelight while the voices of the choir wrapped around everyone like a thick blanket, Ron wondered if he should’ve kissed you.

He wonders if, by doing so, he could’ve somehow stopped you from getting to this point.

 You hadn’t been at the frontlines earlier that day for the siege of Foy, yet you looked just as drained as every other man in the company who had. Even with his heavy jacket wrapped around your shoulders, your fingers still trembled as you picked at the dirt beneath your nails, making him wonder if you were shaking from something else other than the cold.

 You startle slightly as he reaches over and places his hand over yours, head quickly turning to look at him and the tiniest dust of pink coloring your cheeks when you realized how close your face was to his. Almost as if you’d forgotten that he was sitting beside you in the pew, that only an hour ago he’d forced you to accept his coat while he scribbled out the names of the men now under his command onto some paper he’d asked one of the sisters for earlier. He hadn’t bothered writing your name- you were not like all of the others, you weren’t something to oversee and keep in order.

And as far as Ron was concerned, you’d been connected to him since D-Day. 

 He didn’t need a note to remember that.

 A shy, small smile turns your lips up at the corners- the action not seeming to quite reach your eyes but Ron felt the sincerity in it all the same. Flickering your gaze back down to his hand resting over yours, he watches as you hook your thumb over his small finger, pleased at the warmth he feels as you momentarily play with the silver ring he always wore there.  Watching your profile, he only takes his hand away when you return your attention to the young girls in front of the altar, allowing his gaze to linger on you for a few moments before turning back to his list.

 Feeling another set of eyes on him, he looks up and catches Lipton looking over his shoulder at the exchange. The other man quickly turns back upon being caught, and Ron studies the back of the other man’s head for a few moments before making up his mind.

 “Y/N,” Ron says quietly, tilting his head towards the door of the church once your eyes find his again, standing and rolling his sore shoulder. “C’mon, I’ll drop you off at your billet on my way to Battalion.”

 The offer seemed to surprise Lipton, but you take a deep breath and nod shortly.

 “Alright,” you say softly, “let me go return Luz’s lighter and I’ll meet you at the door?”

As he nods, you stand up carefully and side-step in front of Ron out of the pew, meeting Lipton’s smile with a weak one of your own as you give the man’s shoulder a quick squeeze.

 “Night, Car.”

 Lipton pats her hand affectionately and then you’re striding over to the pews where Luz, Liebgott, Randleman, and Heffron have set up camp.

Ron watches you go as he loads his gear back on, once again feeling Lipton staring at him. There’s a familiarity in the way Lipton is looking at him- it’s a look everyone seems to send his way, ever since Donald Malarkey started the rumor on D-Day.

 “You wanna ask me, don’t you?” Ron asks, watching the other man fidget.

 “Ask you what, sir?”

 “You wanna know if they’re true or not,” he clarifies, sizing the other man up. “The stories about me?”

 Lip said nothing, and when Ron looked over his shoulder at the man he saw that Lip was looking away. The man amused him, to say the least. The man’s bravery was starting to show in ways that filled Ron with every confidence in him- glad to have a Lieutenant with a backbone in his newly appointed Company.

 “Ever notice with stories like that, everyone says they hear it from someone who was there, and then when you ask that person they say they heard it from someone who was there?” Ron steps from the pew to stand before Lipton. 

“There’s nothing to ‘em, really. I bet if you went back 2000 years you’d hear a couple Centurions standing around yacking about how Tertius lopped off the heads of some Carthaginian prisoners.”

 Lipton seemed to consider that for a moment before replying. 

“Well, maybe they kept talking about it because they never heard Tertius deny it.”

 Slinging his gun over his shoulder, Ron lets a smirk show on his face and squares his shoulders. “Well, maybe that’s because Tertius knew there was some value in the men thinking he was the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole Roman Legion.” 

 When Ron looks over to where you are, he is glad to see that some of the tension in your posture has lessened. He can hear you mumble something that amuses Luz and Bull to no end, unable to help but feel a tinge of sadness at the fact that you’ve still got that hollow look in your eyes.

 “If I may speak freely, Sir?” Lipton says, breaking Ron from his trance and allowing him to look back to the other man. When he nods, the new Lieutenant dips his head indicatively in your direction.

“I’m worried about her….a lot of us are, Sir.”

 Ron keeps his expression neutral, nodding at the comment.

“Is there a question in there, Lipton?”

 A grimace crosses Lip’s face as he seems to ponder his words carefully. 

“No, Sir. It’s more of an observation, if anything.”

 “Go ahead.”

 “I know that, technically, Captain Nixon is meant to be her immediate supervisor,” Lipton says with a bit more confidence. “But I worry that he’s been, er….neglecting some of his responsibilities in favor of more cathartic activities….”

He cuts himself off, looking from side to side quickly before lowering his voice.

“Captain Nixon has been passing the brunt of the analysis work to Captain Y/L/N, if not ignoring it entirely. And, as great an officer as Y/N is, Sir—”

 “I understand, Lieutenant,” Ron interrupts Lipton just shy of insubordination, giving the confused man a nod before realizing that he’s unintentionally called the other man by his new title. “Thank you for bringing it to my attention. You were right to do so.”

 After informing Lipton of his promotion, Ron quickly turns on his heel and makes eye contact with you once more. As you fall in to step with him through the doorway of the church, Ron processes the new information he’s been given.

 While he’d never really liked Lewis Nixon, this revelation has only solidified his stance on the man. It was one thing to drink on the job and still be productive- whatever arrangement this was was unacceptable. 

 Your hand is soft in his as he takes it, the fumble in your stride telling him that you hadn’t been expecting him to do so. But you still don’t let go, you still follow him past Battalion and you offer no resistance when he guides you inside of the small cottage you’d been assigned to.

 When Ron gently takes your face in his hands, your eyes flicker down to his mouth before he even begins to speak.

 “Do you remember what you asked me in the attic, a few months ago? About what I cared about?”

 You nod slowly, and as your gaze meets his he could swear that you’re about to burn him to ask once more. You seem to lean into his touch, and while there is still caution in your eyes he thinks he may also see a flicker of intrigue in your irises as well.

 “Things you can’t have. Things you shouldn’t care about.”

 You say it as if you didn’t need to think about it very hard to remember- something that makes his heart stutter in his chest.

 “You, you know that I was talking about you.”

 Then, you do something that Ron will never forget.

 You smile.

And this time, it reaches your eyes.

~ ~ ~ (*looks over at all the homework/chores I’ve neglected in favor of writing this* WHOOPS

BUT FOR REAL HERE WE BE AGAIN. HOPE I DIDN’T DEPRESS Y’ALL TOO MUCH BC I KEEP DOING THAT WITHOUT INTENDING TO OK LOVE YOU BYE )

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[damerondala]

🍒 Okay tub time with Kix? 😗👌🏻 Exquisite. So good. Where do i find such a caring man ugh and a clean bathtub chores suck

New Cherry Thot of the Week… This one’s hella self-indulgent but don’t worry bestie, i’m dragging you along for the ride too… Picture it: The Marauder, 19 BBY (did i spend 3 minutes looking that up for this dumb joke? yeah…) Somehow, you and I have joined up with the Bad Batch on some kind of mission. Details don’t matter because the important thing is we’re sharing a tiny spaceship with 5 hunks. 🥰 But obvs we have our favorites… I’m going with Wrecker for you (i know you love Hunter too, but just hear me out, this thot has a purpose) and Crosshair for me.

But here’s the thing. We somehow figure out they like us back (maybe Tech spills the beans), AND they have a bet going… Who can win us over first? Because these 2 are always competing over something with each other right?

And like hot damn, but also ohh there’s so much we can do with this info 😈 We both start teasing our respective guys, leading them on a little, not giving in to their flirting or anything so they can’t say they’ve won the bet for a while. They get more frustrated. More… pent up… And… well… so do we…

Uh oh. Maybe we can’t play this much longer. Maybe one day it’s too much, and one of us races to our crush prepared to just kiss them silly, only to find they had the same idea. And then afterward we try to find the other, and discover they couldn’t hold out with their guy either 🙈 And maybe it’s awkward, maybe Wrecker and Crosshair argue over who actually won forever, but it was kinda weirdly fun anyway. We’re happy, and happy for each other. /EndofSappyStory 🍒

cherry. my love. my life.

this might be the best thing that you have ever gifted me holy fuck the way i BLUSHED while reading this??? whooooooo jesus i love this so much!!! 😭 okay lots to unpack here:

1. excellent golden girls reference again. made me giggle and i appreciate the research tech would be proud of u hehe

2. you and i being bffs in this thot made me so happy aw

3. EXCELLENT CHARACTER CHOICE FOR US OMFG i couldn't stop thinking about the "don't worry wrecker you'll top him next time" "no he wOnT" while reading bc omfg those lines applied to this kind of bet????? AAAAHHHHH IM HAVING A CRISIS

i'm gonna write this in sections, actual encounters with the boys happen in sections 3 and 4 with our sexy murder toothpick man being up first! also this is gonna be pre-omega but post-echo joining the batch 

self indulgent filth and fluff in the form of some reader insert thots below ;) 

18+ as always kiddies. i really hope you enjoy! this was so fun to write 

section 1: the bet 

so i imagine this happening right after you guys joined the squad

and it certainly didn't take long for crosshair and wrecker to realize their feelings for you two beautiful women, although one was more brazen about his feelings than the other

one day when hunter had sent you and your friend into a market to pick up a short list of supplies, they got to talking 

crosshair made an offhand remark about his girls’ ass which made wrecker fidget, he never was very composed when it came to pretty girls and this caused all the other members of the batch share knowing looks and smirks

“wrecker if you’re trying to be discreet about your feelings for ___ you’re going to have to do stop fidgeting.” tech noted, rolling his eyes when wrecker started stuttering out excuses but he was cut off by echo

“give ‘im a break. at least he isn't as vulgar as crosshair” 

“you’re just jealous she doesn't flirt with you, mir'osik” (i had to search up insults in mando’a and this one means shit for brains and when i tell you i died laughing okay anyways sorry)

this made echo roll his eyes, deciding it wasn't worth it to fight over whatever stupid insult the sniper threw at him

wanting to stir the pot juuust a bit, hunter proposed a challenge for his vod. he should be the good influence on his brothers, but he couldn't help but want to see where these crushes would take them

he could hear the girls’ heartbeats intensify around their respective crushes anyways, so he had a pretty good feeling that they felt the same about his batch mates

“don’t know about the rest of you, but i want to see who can win his girl over first” this was met with a smirk from crosshair, a blush from wrecker, and side glances shared between echo and tech

“easy.” crosshair drawled, he knew he had this in the bag

he may be quieter than the others but boy was he was observant, taking note of the way her words had a hard time flowing out of her pretty mouth when he was in close proximity of his girl

wrecker on the other hand didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, in his eyes she was just so sweet. innocent, really. she wouldn’t want the same treatment he knew crosshair had in mind for his girl

the peering eyes of his squad made the large man cave with a sigh, “fine.”

section 2: the slip up

weeks had gone by since the boys established their little competition and you, your friend, and tech were working on some small repairs around the ship

you and your friend had noticed some increased...flirting from your respective guys

crosshair paid more compliments and lingering touches that seemed genuine

and wrecker flirted the best way he knew how; lifting too heavy objects and reaching for items in the tall cargo holds, handing them down with a gentle smile

tech, being the most blunt member of the squad, commented on the whispers you exchanged, dropping a surprising truth on both of your ears:

“well of course they are trying to flatter you. how else do you settle a bet to win each of you over the fastest?” 

tech watched the two women freeze before him, sharing shocked looks before turning their attention to him, realization hit his gut like a crate of durasteel, and he swallowed under your stern gazes

“what do you mean, goggles?” 

“they...like us?”

tech’s cheeks burned red hot, was his brow beginning to sweat? maker, it felt like it 

this was the one time he didn’t feel like explaining himself, instead choosing to coyly excuse himself from the two pairs of watchful eyes

he left you and your friend to stare at each other before both rolling your eyes, “well now we know who spills secrets the easiest” your friend chuckled, shaking her head 

after a few moments of silence you both spoke up, deciding there wasn’t that much harm in playing along with the two members of the batch. you were fond of them, after all

you both continued chuckling about the situation, mostly out of disbelief that the flirting and teasing wasn’t just a hopeful facade your minds made up

once the repairs were completed, you both retired to opposite ends of the ship, minds full of deliberation of how you would handle this new information 

section 3: the gunport 

you were sat in the gunport, musing the situation you found yourself in, hands picking at your fingernails in an effort to curb your nerves 

on one hand you didn’t want to ruin the bond you had with the marksman

what if he was just flirting out of pure boredom? there isn’t much to do in a confined ship like this anyways, he might as well pass the time flirting with a woman in his general vicinity 

but it just had to mean something

no way the whispered compliments - most of them accompanied with a wink, no less - meant absolutely nothing to him 

you decided that you had enough, this was going to eat you alive if you didn't get to the bottom of what was going on in that head of his

with a huff, you stood straight and turned around to exit the space

but you were met with a silver haired man climbing up the ladder

you both froze, both internally freaking out at the basically forced confrontation

oh gods what is he doing up here? did he read my mind??

...shit what do i do i forgot everything i was going to say to her 

you nervously chuckled, figuring that you were going to go talk to him anyways so might as well get this over with

“crosshair... um i need to ask you something”

“no, i need to tell you something cyar’ika. i’m tired of sitting here and watching you walk around all day, not being able to show you how i feel.”

now that left you speechless, mouth slightly hanging open in shock to which he deeply chuckled at, “hope this isn't the first time i leave you speechless.” 

there it was, that smug attitude that made you roll your eyes but also ignited a heat in your lower abdomen

with a smirk, you decided to play it back to him. two can play at this game, lanky

“well it’d be pretty rude to not demonstrate what you had in mind, trooper”

this was the green light crosshair needed, quickly heaving himself up the last few rungs of the ladder, his hands immediately finding your waist and snatching you close, pressing a firm kiss to your lips

your hands flung up to catch the sides of his sharp cheeks, humming at the feel of his scruff under your palms as you coyly push your tongue through his lips, hoping he’ll welcome your tongue into his mouth

he does, and you are exploring each other in the most delicious way, causing soft moans and sighs to leave both of you

while you were entranced by crosshair’s mouth on yours, you didn't realize he was pushing you back onto the chair of the gunport until you were sat down and he was kneeling in between your legs, his nimble fingers clutching your thighs and hips

in a matter of minutes crosshair had managed to get your bottoms completely off, your slick panties hooked on one ankle, and your thighs over his shoulders

for a man who could run his mouth, he sure proved it 

expert fingers entered your weeping cunt while his tongue prodded your bundle of nerves with sharp, quick strokes

he’s beaming at the way you’re trying to support yourself on shaky arms and trapping his head to your cunt with the backs of your calves, the sight of your head thrown back and the whimpers coming out of your mouth making him harder than he had been in a looong time

his fingers and mouth brought to your orgasm quick and hard, nearly screaming his name as your toes curled in bliss 

he took his time in working you through it, making sure he could draw it out. he could get used to this.

when you can finally open your eyes and look him in the eye, you’re kissing him again, enjoying the moan he lets out at the feel of your tongue tasting yourself on him 

you decide it’s his turn, and you’re pushing him into your previous spot, smiling at the way his eyes slightly widen at the way you took charge 

crosshair wants to say some sexy remark, something that he knows will get you to sheepishly smile and look away but he can’t, not with the sight of you sinking down to your knees and slowly pulling down his blacks, keeping eye contact and granting him a playful glint in your eye

you can't help but want to tease him just a bit, running your tongue over the bulge in his blacks

he tries his hardest to not be loud but maker, is he loud when you finally take him into your mouth and down your throat 

you’ve quickly found that he enjoys eye contact while in this vulnerable state, nearly shaking when he sees your eyes brimming with tears trying not to choke on his length 

one hand sneaking down to alternate cupping his balls is what pulls him over the edge, crying out with your name living on his tongue 

you swallow his release, again utilizing eye contact to your benefit and drawing out another prolonged moan from him 

it makes you smile in pride, loving how this hard, unyielding man turned into such a mess while you had your way with him 

crosshair pats his lap and expectantly looks at you, waiting for you to perch up onto his lap, straddling him 

despite being a skinnier guy, crosshair wraps you up in the warmest, most secure-feeling snuggle you have honestly ever experienced 

after sharing such an intimate moment with you, he began whispering sweet nothings into your ear, about how gorgeous he thinks you are, how much he cares for you 

it’s honestly kind of shocking but welcome nonetheless, cross can be kind when he wants to and you are very glad that this was the outcome of your dancing around each other for months 

section 4: the interruption 

you retreated back to your room, honestly just wanting to sleep and get your mind off the day

it was becoming harder and harder to not just pounce on wrecker, but you didn't want to just give it up so quickly 

and to be honest, you had a bad feeling that tech was full of it

you struggled with self esteem issues for as long as you could remember, so it was difficult to believe the 'genious’ of the batch when he said that wrecker had feelings for you 

despite your trepidations, your mind couldn't stop thinking about him, his broad shoulders, toned arms, huge thighs...

your hand slithered down your torso, slipping underneath the waist band of your bottoms and slowly circling your clit as images of wrecker effortlessly lifting anything that crossed his path filled your mind, honestly wishing it was you he was lifting

perhaps lifting you to brush your pussy on his nose, his tongue exploring your womanhood enough to make you shout his name

but apparently that last part was not all in your head

although you didn't shout it, wrecker definitely heard the way you whispered out his name in a moan in the dark room

he really hadn’t meant to barge in, but after a few knocks with no answer  he began to worry

he came by to tell you how he felt with absolutely no expectation of sleeping with you. truthfully, he gave up on trying to get into your pants, he was willing to lose the bet with crosshair, he knew he wasn’t as smooth as his brother anyways 

while he obviously would never be opposed to making love with you, he figured that you deserved to be courted beforehand, and he thought there was no way you’d want to share your body in such an intimate way with somebody like him 

but the sight he was greeted with was enough to prove himself wrong

you, spread out on your bed with your hand moving diligently under your thin lounge shorts and you moaning his name made him subconsciously let out a loud gasp 

that you absolutely heard, eyes snapping open and hand coming to an abrupt halt, ripping out from under your bottoms

“wr-wrecker! what are you doing here?!”

“i- uhhh- i didn’t see anything! erm, i'm sorry, mesh’la”

by now you had your blankets covering you, despite being fully clothed, and were looking at him with mortified eyes

wrecker still stood in the doorway, unsure if he should let this opportunity pass him by

if you had told him to leave he would, he’d do anything you said, but the fact that you made no move to force him into leaving made him linger

“i'm...sorry if im overstepping mesh’la but i just- i can't stop thinking about you. and well,” he gestured to your form, still cradling the blankets to your heaving chest, “i think you think about me too”

of course you couldn't deny it, he had just seen you pleasuring yourself and moaning his name, what the hell kind of excuse could you come up with? none, that's what 

his sheepishness made your heart soar, realizing he probably was just as nervous as you

deciding to cut him some slack, you slowly rose up, blanket falling to the ground as you sauntered over to his frozen frame

whispering, “you're right. do- do you want to stay?” 

you had the poor man at a loss for words, eagerly nodding at your proposition and allowing you to take his hand and lead him to your bed, pushing him down so you could straddle his lap

his large cock bulging through the thin fabric of his blacks and pushing against your already hot cunt made you cry out

pure adrenaline coursed through both of you, hushed moans leaving your mouths as you steadily ground down onto him, his hand tangled in your hair and the other kneading your breast

your lips broke away from his mouth and you smirked at the look on his face, absolutely fucking giddy that this was finally happening, he had been dreaming about this moment since he first saw you

the sounds he made while you sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck encouraged you to slip a small hand down the front of his blacks and pull his thick cock out, heat flooding your body at the hiss he let out when you started slowly jacking him off 

your legs were in the perfect position for him to push your shorts down and over your ass, fingers picking up where you left off and circling your clit, working you open to take one of his massive fingers

the more you squeezed his throbbing shaft, the louder wrecker became 

and not wanting anybody to hear you two fooling around, you glued your mouth to his, tongues mingling in heat

the excitement of the entire situation made it not last very long overall, but you both had intense orgasms regardless

wrecker curled his - now two - fingers inside you just right, and your continued squeezes and strokes of his cock made him finish, his cum coating your palm 

both of you were shaking, muffled groans and gasps filled the room until you were coming down from your simultaneous orgasms

after coming back down to the moment, wrecker chuckled and flopped down on his back, bringing you with him to crash onto his chest

you both giggled like a couple of smitten teenagers who were experiencing their first love, relishing in the butterflies in your stomachs, we just did that

“been waiting a long time to do that, doll” wrecker’s big hands rubbed up and down your curves, closing his eyes and smiling at your laugh, “i know”

his head shot up at that, “you know?” the way his eyebrows furrowed up made your chest tighten with admiration, smiling cheekily down at him, “of course i do. tech told us gals.” you leaned down to place a peck on his chin, “you think you won the bet?”

“dunno. but I feel like i just won the entire galaxy.” 

it honestly didn't make much sense in your post-orgasm daze, but the endearing tone made you smile and kiss him once again

section 5: the hallway 

after your respective encounters with your boys, you ran to your friend, bumping into her in the hallway, the tight space echoing your giggles and shrieks of excitement throughout the entire ship

you both were so flustered and giddy that you were talking over each other, just needing to tell her about what just happened 

“i just sucked-”

“you will not believe-” 

you both stopped and laughed even harder, holding onto each other for support, then your friend took a deep breath and smiled, “you first.”

the sounds emitted from you two not only made your boys smile and their chests swell with pride but also coerced some chuckles from the other members of the batch 

they all knew how long these...events were in the making and how eager cross and wrecker were becoming 

and in all honesty they were glad their brothers had found happiness in two girls like yourselves 

nice, funny, and obviously in love with their brothers

they really could’t have asked for better women to take care of their family 

~

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[baeshijima]

SYNOPSIS : it’s christmas eve and the two of you have been getting ready for a family gathering the next day. what you weren’t expecting, however, was for suguru to have an early christmas gift prepared.

PAIRING : daishou suguru x gn!reader

GENRE : lots of domestic fluff

WORD COUNT : 910

WARNING/S : none bc it’s just pure wholesome daishou 🥺

A.NOTE/S : happy (late) holidays and happy (early) new year everyone hkgsdhfl this is for @justadifferentfan​ / @come-on-shitty-boys​ (i’m tagging both bc why not 😌) so i hope i did ur man justice maddi and i was ur secret santa 🥺

also, check out the other’s works on the holiday exchange masterlist <3

Was it the smoldering air of the crackling fire, or was it the comforting warmth of your body curled into his? Suguru can’t seem to figure out which feeling was stronger but as he shifts the blanket to trap the heat in, he’s willing to believe the comfort you bring to him prevails. 

You’ve always been able to bring him an inexplicable sense of comfort, even when the both of you met for the first time. He remembers it like it was yesterday; you were the classmate whom he teased every chance given, even if the tables turned on him more times than he can count — highschool sweethearts, if you will.

He misses the days of carefree love, with no worries about responsibilities or the lack of time he has with you more frequently, and wishes he could go back to when every waking hour was spent in your presence. 

But if someone were to ask him what era he would prefer to stay in (the past or the present), he would choose the present in a heartbeat. Why? Because should he be stuck in the past, nothing new would come into his life but if he were to stay in the present, the rare moments with you are what he cherishes. Your peaceful face when in a slumber from staying up to greet him are what he looks forward to after a long day at practice, early mornings where the two of you make breakfast together, days off give him an excuse to laze around with you in the comforts of your home, or go out to visit someplace for the day (whether that’d be an amusement park, a cafe, a picnic in the park — it’s all irrelevant as long as he can spend his day with you).

A light tug brings your head to fit snugly onto his shoulder, and a light kiss on your head tears your attention from the ongoing christmas movie to the sight of your boyfriend staring at you with eyes of honey and a smile as soft as silk. 

“Is something the matter, Suguru?” Your confusion makes him chuckle, and he shakes his head briefly before planting another kiss on your forehead, “then pay attention to the movie and look at how cute Max is! Honestly, how come the Grinch gets such a cute dog...”

“You’re cuter, so don’t worry too much about it,” he idly comments as you look him dead in the eyes, pouting at his infuriatingly adorable smirk before huffing out your response.

“Well, everything you do makes me want to squish your cheeks so doesn’t that make you the cutest?”

When no response came, you took a glance at him before laughing in triumph at his flustered state, “ha! Another point to me~”

Yeah, Suguru thinks to himself as he watches your triumphant grin focuses back onto Max pulling the sleigh, the present is a much better place to be in.

Having you next to him makes him remember the gift he’s been planning for a few months now, fiddling with the small box in his pocket as he reminisces all the inner conflict faced upon coming face to face with all the possible choices before him in the shop.

But if he can make you happy for the rest of your life, and if you’ll have him for the rest of your life as well, then that will be more than enough.

And with that thought in mind, Suguru clutches the box in his palm and sucks in a breath; he readies himself for one of the most important moments of his life.

“(Y/n),” he calls, gaining a hum of acknowledgement from your engrossed form, “I have something for you.”

You blink once. Twice. 

“Huh?”

You expect another one of his heavenly chuckles to erupt from his throat, an affectionate tease of you being deaf, but all you are met with is the sight of your boyfriend fidgeting, avoiding your gaze, and licking his lips.

How out of character…

You place a gentle hand on his bicep. “Are you alright, Suguru? Do you feel ill? We can cancel tomorrow if you don’t feel well—”

“No!” You recoil from his outburst as he flushes at his slip up. “I… I’m fine. And tomorrow will still happen!”

Still doubtful, you continue pushing. “Are you sure? You’re starting to sweat a little,”

“I’m really fine..!”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to pas ou—”

“Will you marry me?!”

Silence.

Suguru freezes as he realises what came out his mouth, dammit! That wasn’t romantic at all! The proposal isn’t good enou—

“Bahaha! What kind of proposal was that?” Your guffawing makes him sink into the sofa and cover his face in embarrassment; sometimes he questions his love for you.

He watches with pursed lips as you wipe your tears of pure joy away, the lingering burn of shame still prominently marred on his cheeks.

“But yes, I will marry you, Suguru.”

“What?” 

Your now fiancé’s dumbfounded expression releases a soft chuckle from you, as you gently take hold of the ring in his grasp, slip it on your own finger, and give him a soft kiss amidst his stupor. And with foreheads touching, soft smiles and teary eyes present, the whispers of your love soar into the snowy night and into the stars watching from above.

“Merry christmas, my love.”

“Merry christmas to you too, my dear.”