#cute snow feels for everyone woo

[planetnini]

LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ for the first time ever satoru is left puzzled just by a simple question from tsumiki, but he knows just how to prove his love for you + gn!reader. fluff with some angst— use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), found family trope <3, girl dad satoru agenda, he is a bit insecure but it gets resolved, cutest fucking declaration of love ever, surprises! snow shenanigans, mistletoe kiss, satoru is the best boyfie ever i love him (5.8k words)

notes. this is a gift!!!! so it will cater to the interests and personality of my person but everything else is very vague :) merry new years secret santa thing @scarameows-world !!!! very late by the time this gets published but whtever.. i'm the reindeer that's been up in your inbox <3 we had alot of good talks and i hope we can stay in touch after this :") now here's a cute little fic i made for you about the one and only gojo satoru. title is inspired by this song

gojo satoru is a man whose proficiency knows no bounds. he is a force to be reckoned with ushering a new era of powerful sorcerers and curses due to his possession of both the six eyes and limitless technique. he could do almost anything as one might expect and everything came naturally to him. he never had any doubts about himself, but then came along you. 

satoru was a natural when it came to flirting, but he was not accustomed to the rejection he faced in his early days when you would ‘let him down easy’– it was nothing short of disastrous, always ending in banter between you two. yet somehow you had your wicked ways of making him chase even though all you two did was flirt. after several attempts to woo you and you finally stepping up, one thing led to another now here you were, co-parenting two kids with the man you once swore you’d never be with. satoru was 100% sure that he would be yours for infinity, but it wavered on this particular day. 

satoru was on a little errand run with tsumiki whom he had entrusted with pushing the trolley around as he scanned the list you had made for tonight’s dinner and activity. she was a young and incredibly happy girl who was much friendlier than her brother, megumi. when satoru adopted the two, tsumiki had taken a liking to him immediately whilst megumi took a liking towards you so he had taken her on the trip. it had been going well, with them doing the final grocery run after spending what felt like hours picking out the perfect wreath for the front door, however tsumiki’s question stopped him right in his tracks.

“do you love y/n?” she asked, a little curious look decorating her features.

“that’s a silly question. of course i do!” he uttered, scanning the wreaths with his eyes picking out the perfect one because quite frankly, he didn’t know how to react. 

people naturally assume that growing up from a family who viewed him as an ornament and coddled him that he would be a closed book or lacking in social skills but his first few years at jujutsu tech proved everyone wrong: he was not just a pretty face who could get away with just that. in the end, his love for others was his weakness and tsumiki had brought up something that satoru had failed to anticipate. what did she see that satoru couldn’t and was that even possible?

she took the wreath from his hands and put it into the trolley bringing him back to the present, “how do you know you love y/n?” she paused, and tsumiki must be sadistic for making him suffer like this, “what does it feel like?” she asked, looking up at him.

satoru looked down at the child, surprised by her questions. he paused for a moment, considering how to articulate such an answer to a complex question. was it that hard to believe that gojo satoru was capable of loving someone?

while satoru would never admit it at the start, he needed megumi and tsumiki more than they needed him. after suguru’s defect, they especially reminded him that sometimes blood wasn’t all that important when it came to the people you loved. he loved them but in a completely different way than he loved you. a love so unequivocal that it was impossible for people not to know how truly and deeply in love satoru was with you, so he wasn’t sure where he went wrong but perhaps it wasn’t enough.

“well,” he began a thoughtful look on his face, “loving someone is different to everyone. i guess i can’t really explain it other than a warm, fuzzy feeling inside and it makes you feel like everything is right…” he replied, her eyes lighting up with understanding, “you care for their happiness the most, that you’d even share your favourite candy.” he chuckled with a playful glint in his eyes, trying not to sound too sentimental.

“so you feel warm and fuzzy when you see y/n?” she looked up curiously at satoru.

he chuckled, ruffling the child's hair, "yeah, exactly. now come on, let’s finish this quickly so we can go home. get something for yourself and your brother.” he winked to which tsumiki nodded eagerly, seemingly satisfied with his answer as she rushed down the aisle finding something to bring home.

the atmosphere between satoru and the girl was no longer tense but satoru’s mind was swirling. he was reflecting on the innocence of the question as he took control of the trolley now, finished with his chores for the day. he even went as far as buying you something too but tsumiki had inadvertently planted a seed of doubt in his mind and now satoru was spiralling. did he love you enough? was his warm and fuzzy feelings strong and genuine, or was it something he convinced himself of after everything that went down? the simplicity of her question left satoru questioning himself and for the first time in forever, he is unsure of his relationship with you.

“i thought i told you that they can’t stay up late.” you spoke while washing the dishes. satoru could only lightly chuckle as he rinsed the plate, putting it on the drying rack. he knew you only meant well but he enjoyed seeing you like this more than he had expected: seeing you so worried and being such a caring person towards them. it was not like he had forced you to take care of them, it was through your own volition that you practically raised them.

“come on…” he drawled a little pout on his lips, “they said they didn’t want to decorate the tree without you tomorrow.” he reasoned, knowing that the two children in the living room were your true weakness and that just as much as you do for them, they’d do for you too. the way a simple sentence morphed your furrowed brows into a look of gratitude proved his point.

“do they actually want to decorate the tree with me or is it only because you bought them sweets today?” you accused.

“they’re much older now,” he reassured with a tone you doubt has any good intentions, “besides, i think it’s fair if we stop their ban on sweets, don’t you?” he asked with a simple hip nudge and you roll your eyes at the gesture.

he was happy with this, with how things were going in your life right now, in fact he couldn’t get enough of it. his request was simple, but you wasted no time immediately retaliating, “you just want to freely eat your sweets and use them as an excuse.” 

“what little faith you have in me!” he gasped and you have to stifle a laugh, “plus, they’re kinda scary when they don't get their way.” he joked, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed to get a better view of you who had just finished washing and drying your hands after dinner. 

“how the higher-ups trust someone like you on those missions, i have no idea. i wonder how they would react if they found out you can’t handle two children.” you said, flashing him a smile. mentioning the higher-ups in the conversation made satoru’s blood boil but it had been tamed when he caught that little shake of your head combined with your smile. he had been contemplating the nature and depth of his feelings for you but tonight had proved that it was all a fluke– just seeing you was enough to remind him that nothing about loving you could ever be doubted, because loving you was as natural as breathing.

satoru leaned down to meet your eyes as you turned to face him, “sweetheart, if you want me home instead of on missions, you could just say so.” he smirked– a signature gojo satoru look that you couldn’t tell if you loved or hated.

you narrowed your eyes at him, “i hope you get put on more missions.” 

“you wound me.” he grunted, a hand over his heart feigning hurt but you knew that he was joking.

“you can take it.” you hummed, eyebrows scrunching as he stared down at you lovingly with a smile etched across his face.

there have been so many moments between you, satoru and the kids that blossomed with joy– something that felt lost in a world rife of evil– but you forget that you’re both still fairly young, thwarted into roles of guardians. you loved satoru since you were teens and seeing that this was your first relationship ever, it is only normal to feel insecure, and normal that you have doubts that satoru could ever truly love you.

while staring at satoru your mind can’t help but swirl with thoughts and he catches on immediately, perceptive as ever due to his six eyes and well, being gojo satoru. he sees it in your contemplative sighs that he had been hearing throughout the week, in your crafted smile, the way your shoulders are tensed and your jaw clenched: he knows you’re feeling some way right now because even your eyes don’t have their usual spark. your name rolls off his tongue so naturally, as if he was born to say it, as he reaches up to brush his hand across your cheek.

“what’s on your mind?” he questioned with a tilt of his head, thumb caressing your cheek. to him, the signs are as clear as day that you were troubled with thoughts of something and he wouldn’t rest until he found out what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours.

that warm fuzzy feeling intensified, secret moments between the two of you that the young girl was unaware of. it’s times like this you’re grateful that satoru is so in touch with how you felt most times and you can’t help the relief that settles in your heart when you realise you were so lucky to have him in your life, “it’s nothing,” you shook your head with a smile plastered on your face, “just… thank you for everything you did the other day,” you said, genuinely appreciative of his contribution to megumi’s birthday dinner, “i know you don’t think that he likes you but he really does look up to you.” you admitted.

“my charms aren’t all that bad.” he hummed, a proud nod as you snorted at his holier-than-thou tone.

your eyes closed at the soft contact of his lips on the crown of your head, warmth spreading all throughout your body during the cold winter month. you crave him and his touch, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t been put on any missions, specifically requested (he threatened the higher-ups knowing his status) to stay home with you and the others for just a couple of weeks. a small sigh left his lips as he started moving his hands away from your face up over his blindfold, the loss of contact made you pout slightly. your hand came over his, stopping him with a simple action, “are you sure you want them off?” you whispered, your voice dripping with concern.

“i want to see you.” he said, without an ounce of hesitation in his response. 

“i don’t like the migraines it gives you when you have them off.” you retaliated as you shook your head resolutely. he wants to listen to you, seeing how much you cared for him and laid your heart out for him. the love you had for him was overflowing and he did not know how he got so lucky.

“i can take it,” he insisted, voice a mix of both amusement and affection, “besides, i’ll endure any and all amounts of pain just for you.”

“after that declaration, i better not hear a complaint out of you.” you said, smiling up at him as you begin to unwrap the blindfold yourself. your delicate fingers moved the bandages around his head, undoing the white bandages. the gesture made satoru relax in your touch as you pulled them away from his face. being able to let his guard down after suguru had been difficult but you were a rare (and lucky) case.

once the bandages are undone, you can see that he’s wincing and squinting, probably due to the oversensitivity. adjusting to his surroundings, you brush his cheek with your thumb and his eyes flutter open to have a look at you, “hi beautiful.” he breathes out, utterly captivated by you.

you mirrored his look, squinting as you leaned forward with a smile wanting nothing more than to kiss him until– 

“what’s taking so long?” tsumiki yelled, surprising you and making the two of you jump from your spot. if satoru was masking his pain before, he wasn’t doing so now as he screwed his eyes shut and you feel extra protective of satoru now that his blindfold was off. he was extra sensitive to loud surroundings so when she came in shouting the two of you with his guard fully down, you knew satoru probably was still adjusting to having his blindfold off with the kids.

“did your brother put you up to this?” you asked.

“we were just wondering where you two were.” she replied bashfully.

“i told you they were kissing.” megumi groaned from behind her and if you weren’t embarrassed before, you wanted to dig your grave now that he had said it out loud.

“actually, we were rudely interrupted.” satoru complained, narrowing his eyes at megumi. living with them, you know how much megumi truly looked up to satoru but moments like this question why they were always at each other’s neck

megumi rolled his eyes, “have some manners you two,” you ordered, making tsumiki chuckle a bit, “i’m sorry for making you guys wait so long.” you apologised and you see megumi nod slightly at you.

“are you two in cahoots?” satoru whispered in your ear but you pushed him away jokingly. megumi was first to leave the room and tsumiki followed suit, but before satoru joined the two, you reached out grabbing his hand, “i know you said no presents this year, but-” you said, handing him a wrapped rectangular box.

“you said no presents for christmas.” he blurted out, confusion taking over his features.

“well, i sometimes doubt if you ever listen to me,” you looked up at him and you would be right because satoru had bought and wrapped your gift already, “just think of it as a very belated birthday present then.” you smiled at him, anticipating his reaction to your gift.

he opened the box carefully and he could see an engraving on a case, and his heart sunk. he knew he was in love with you, but was it possible to love you even more than he already had? he picked up the case and took out the special glasses he wore when he went out instead of the usual blindfold.

“i remember you said you needed new ones after they broke.”

“correction, when megumi broke my other ones.” he corrected. you rolled your eyes at him, and give him a light peck on the cheek, “thank you.” he spoke before you could make your way to help the children. 

“don’t break them again, i’m not made of money satoru.” you warned and situated yourself on the floor, sitting cross legged as you peered over at what the two had been up to when you and satoru were in the kitchen. tsumiki was unboxing some tinsel and megumi was taking care of the ornaments. to be honest, you weren’t sure when you became one of those families who went full out for christmas. the only things you ever really did was presents or stockings and having dinner together. you were overlooking the process, not really helping, or rather not knowing how to as you had never really had a tree let alone decorate one. 

“you’re not going to help?” tsumiki questioned, with a tilt of her head as she began to decorate the tree.

all the attention is turned to you now as you shake your head untangling some of the lights for the tree, “i mean, i’ve never really celebrated christmas with a tree and it’s for you guys right?”

“that’s sick and twisted!” satoru gasped, slumping down right next to you with his new sunglasses, “so you mean you’ve never had a christmas tree?” he exclaimed, and quite frankly you don’t really see the big deal.

“i wasn’t blessed with being born into a family like yours.” you teased and he took serious offence to that, not because he was offended by your comment but more so your nonchalance. 

“well, anything you want to do for christmas?” megumi asked, putting some of the ornaments on the tree. he always had an artistic perspective and you were glad he was putting so much thought into where each one went.

“i’m not going to be home until late at night, but i guess i’ve always wanted it to snow big enough that i could build a snowman.” you shrugged, looking at the kids.

“that’s impossible.” megumi groaned.

“how are we going to get it to snow?” she exclaimed.

“exactly. it’s alright,” you reassured as you stood up from your spot, “as long as i’ve got you guys, that’s all i could ask for.” you winked at them as you helped them get to the higher spots of the tree. satoru sits there watching as you now start to help the two decorate the tree and decide to help out. you are too distracted to see that his mind is swirling with ideas– he is determined to make your christmas a little more special and he has some ideas up his sleeve that he can’t wait to use.

you feel the exhaustion of staying up late last night settle deep into your bones when you’re on your way home from the mission. it wasn’t like you didn’t get enough sleep, you got just the perfect amount but not being home today to celebrate with the kids and satoru kind of made your heart sink. it had always been the four of you the entire day and sometimes occasionally with the others but being away from home, away from them had taken a big toll on your heart.

you wiped at your eyes with a yawn as you began making your way down the path to your house. the cool winter night was in full swing, trees moving slightly in the small rush of wind that passed by along with the small sprinkles of snow.  you took a deep breath and rubbed over your arms as you looked up at the sky. you weren’t lying when you said you wanted snow, it had always been a dream of yours to see falling snow, and enough that it might be enough to build a snowman, it was just something that hadn’t happened in a long time. 

you reached the house but the eerily quietness and lack of light concerned you, were they watching a movie or something or did they go out and not tell you beforehand? you brushed off your worries, unlocking the door walking into an empty house. the whole room was dark, nothing could be heard and your heart was stuck in your chest, stopping at just the mere thought of not being completely alone right now. 

you could hear some whispers and instinctively your hand went up, charging up your cursed technique as you hear some shuffling until an array of fairy lights went off above you, decorated meticulously going up the stairs and some nice garlands all around, warm lighting and while you’re staring at the lights, you don’t notice the three standing right in front of you.

“welcome home.” they shouted, and you swear you had felt that much relief in your entire life.

“i could’ve hurt you guys!” you exclaimed, a hand over your heart. the soft vinyl record you distinctly remember shoko gifting you after seeing you eye it last christmas playing from the living room, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“well that defeats the whole point of a surprise if i told you, right guys?” he said, and it is only now you realise that he has a santa hat on with the other two in ugly sweaters. you know megumi would be less than happy to be dressed in this right now but you assume he did so for you and couldn’t help the way the corner of your lips curved up at the sight. this… this is what you loved about your little family, and you knew it was wrong to call it a family– the two kids aren’t yours, and you’re not married to satoru but this moment, combined with the cute late night you shared with them just the night prior confirmed that you were all closer than that and how much they loved you.

“you did not need to do this for me,” you sighed, a little overwhelmed by how well decorated everything was. you hadn’t even noticed the holly, the bells, candles, and a bunch of other festive decorations– they really went all out. you wonder just how they pulled it all together but then you remembered that satoru would stop at nothing when it came to his gestures, “and you definitely did not need to drag them into this.” you added, kneeling down in front of them so that you could hug tsumiki and as you stood up you looked at megumi and ruffled his hair despite how much you know he hated when satoru did it, when you did it, you weren’t met with the same grumpy huff.

satoru gasped, “hey, these two were asking if you’d like them and i pointed them in one direction okay?” he defended but as you looked down at the two they were shaking their heads as if to refute his words, “don’t listen to them. they did it because they love you just as much as i do.”

respectfully, you hated satoru but not in a way that was malicious but for always making you feel like the luckiest person on earth. for being friends with you back then when it seemed like the world wasn’t on your side, for allowing you to stay in his life after losing his friend, for letting you take care of two of the most beautiful children ever. he was one of the sweetest people you ever knew and you doubt any gift or gesture would be enough to make up for the man that he is. without realising you had tears stream down your face, and you bring your hand up over your face to cover it. you weren’t usually the type to cry over something so trivial but here you were.

“i can’t believe you made y/n cry on christmas.” megumi complained, trying to lighten the mood as tsumiki’s mouth dropped.

"y/n's fine!" satoru reassured and you can’t help but laugh as you wiped away some of the tears. before you could speak satoru went over to you, engulfing you in a hug, “you better not apologise for crying. there’s nothing you need to be sorry for.” he reassured, rubbing circles on your back. you nod profusely, trying to keep yourself calm in front of the others (not that they’d never seen you cry before) before pulling away from the hug. you stared into his cerulean eyes, out and free from their usual blindfold or glasses, “it’s nice to see you my love.” he whispered, meant only for your ears. 

you chuckled, pressing your lips into his cheek before turning around, “how about we open some gifts? how does that sound?” you smiled and their eyes lit up, brighter than the lights all inside the house and they scattered off like little mice to the living room where the tree was, with quite a few presents under the tree (courtesy of satoru’s money but joint in terms of thinking of what to get them) and you followed behind. satoru threw his arm over your shoulder as you took a seat on the couch as they got ready to unwrap their gifts.

“are you hungry?” he asked softly as they started unwrapping their gifts, the one in the penguin wrapping paper which satoru had wrapped up himself.

“i had something to eat on the way back.” you reassured and he nodded.

the two had spent quite a while opening satoru’s gifts. you noticed that the presents were some things the two children had mentioned once a very long time ago and were quite surprised that satoru had hand picked these gifts himself without asking you for help. you knew that he noticed every little detail about the people in his life but it made you wonder if he got you a gift after you said not to. you wouldn’t be mad if he didn’t get you one and vice versa.

“i got you that one.” you spoke, trying to contain your excitement as megumi picked up your gift, wrapped in some candy cane paper. you watched as he unwrapped it, revealing a digital camera and you hear tsumiki exclaim, excited for her gift now.

“a camera?”

you sat up, moving away from satoru as you leaned forward, “i know there aren’t that many pictures of you guys around the house so i got you that so we could start printing some out and putting them up.” 

megumi couldn’t hold in his gratitude any longer bringing you in for a hug, “thank you y/n.” he said, and you hugged him back, kissing him on the cheek. satoru was going to make a comment about how he also wanted a hug after all the gifts he gave but it was a special moment shared between the two of you and he was not going to ruin the moment.

as megumi was setting up his camera with satoru’s help, you turned to tsumiki and watched as she unwrapped her own gift, she looked up from the box to you with shock all over her face, “y/n…” she whispered, voice cracking, “i can’t take this.” she said, handing you back the box.

“hey.. it's okay,” you reassured, lightly pushing the box back in her direction, “it’s a gift tsumiki.” 

you watched her pull out the necklace, the stunning small heart shaped engraved with her initial on it but that wasn’t all you got her. after observing the necklace and helping her put it on, she opened a box that contained a letter, telling her of how much you adored her with special keepsakes from some memories you shared throughout the year. you have never seen her so happy and when she hugged you, you catch the stare that satoru is giving you– absolutely entranced by how much you loved them. a simple flash takes you off guard as megumi takes his first picture on the camera.

“how about you guys get your coats, i have something to give y/n.” satoru stated and they ran off with excitement in their bones at his plan. he had filled them in but they weren't convinced he could pull it off.

“talk about a successful night.” you chuckled, picking up the wrapping paper and throwing it in the bag that satoru was holding. 

“get changed.” he spoke, taking the bag from you and now it’s your turn to be surprised again.

“what? where are we going?”

after getting changed, suspicion arising from his sudden ask of getting changed. you walk out of your room seeing everyone in their coats, scarves, and you watch as the children begin to walk out first leaving the two of you alone. 

“what are you up to satoru?” you questioned, furrowing your brows. 

“since you thought you could cheat your way around buying me a gift,” he replied honestly, which took you off guard, “i thought it was only fair if i got you some things as well.” there was a small box in his hand, and you took it from his hand. you held your breath as you unwrapped the paper to see a box tied with a ribbon. you opened the box, revealing nothing but a sheet of paper.

you definitely weren’t the ungrateful type but you were expecting something else like maybe a ring, a necklace or something else but as you examined the paper you looked up at him with your mouth wide open. it was a receipt of something you had been eyeing for a couple months but nothing you could excuse spending money on. you had been an avid lover since you were young and it was always your dream to have one of these.

“satoru.” you said, honestly starstruck at his gift.

“you have been eyeing that for so long,” he reasoned with a simple nudge of the shoulder, "merry christmas."

“i can’t accept this.” you shook your head, giving it back to him but you know it is relentless to deny his gifts especially after you pulled your little secret gift on him the other day.

satoru gave you a stare and pursed his lip, “you are keeping it. end of discussion.” he smiled as he started to wrap a scarf around you. satoru had always looked good in winter clothing, a scarf tucked around his neck and due to his infinity, he was never cold but still dressed to the occasion with his designer brands. he was so handsome…

“and since you’re not saying anything i'm assuming you don't like it?” he taunted. you told your brain to make a coherent sentence or at least move so you don’t make a fool of yourself just looking at the gift. you stared up at him, you used your free hand to push the scarf down from the bottom half of your face, "you know i thought you weren't going to get me anything?"

satoru had never stopped at any words faster than he had those, "what?" he answered with a shaky voice.

you scoffed holding his hand in yours, looking anywhere but into his eyes, "i thought you might do a whole 'i'm your gift' thing," you admitted, a little ashamed you had such little faith in him, "i guess you do love me."

"y/n..." he uttered, "if i have ever made you doubt i love you then i have failed as your boyfriend," he spoke and you could feel your whole body warm at his words. "you are everything to me even if you and megumi are in cahoots and pray on my downfall." he said and you shoved him. he winced lightly at the push and smiled as he pulled you close to him once more, eyes moving down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

“that was really sweet of you.” you uttered, looking up at him.

“sweet enough for a kiss?”

“unless you make it snow, i’m not kissing you.” 

“i think i deserve just one…” he teased as he leaned closer to you.

a hand suddenly grabbed yours, tsumiki's gloved one, and once again stealing that moment between you and satoru, "y/n! didn't you hear me?" she gasped as you saw the wet snow on her coat go from crystal into a wet drop.

"what happened? is megumi okay? are you okay?" you asked, hand brushing over her face as if to check for any injuries.

"it's snowing!" she exclaimed as she made her way back out.

you looked over at satoru baffled but you could just see him smile at you mischievously and you run out and to your surprise, the snow is pouring down from the sky and you now know that your christmas wish has been satisfied. looking up at the sky, you put your hand out as the snow falls into your hand and you chuckle even though you are freezing your ass off.

the children began throwing snowballs at each other and one hits you at the back of the head and you turn to see all three of them standing there staring at you. they all point at gojo before you decide to pick up some snow for yourself throwing it at him back, thankful his infinity was still down.

you truly appreciate satoru doing his best to make you happy because it was all you ever wanted. he got a snowball in the face before falling down on the floor, and all of you chuckled at him landing on his back as he began to sit up, snow covering his whole back side and all in his hair.

you knelt in the snow and began to make the snowman you've always wanted to during christmas with the help of the two and when you're done you notice him standing at the front porch just staring as tsumiki started doing snow angels and megumi's two wolf shikigami joining him in the snow. you don't know when he let them out but you just smiled as you approached satoru, "what are you doing here?"

"just admiring you," he complimented and you shake your head, "did i do okay?"

you stare at him in bewilderment before moving to press a kiss to his cheek, "you did well satoru. more than that if possible."

he smiled cheekily and you move your hand to drag him back into the snow, "come on..." you hummed as you tried to pull him away from the front porch but he refused to move and you stare at him with a tilt of the head, "what's wrong?"

"you said you would kiss me if i made it snow.” he recalled, hand on his chin as he tried to refresh your memory.

“how the hell did you manage to make it snow?” you snickered but he didn’t look like he was joking. you don’t know how he managed, he would never say but you shook your head, “sorry babe, i don’t think you can control the weather… it is quite unpredictable.” you shrugged, giving him a fake guilty look.

“it’s a christmas miracle!” he yelped with his smile that you know and have grown to adore so much and you follow his gaze to the mistletoe above your head, "you know the rules." he seethed trying to seem nonchalant.

"you're an idiot," you laughed before holding his face in your hands, tiptoeing a bit before pressing your lips to his. you pulled away and brushed his lips with your thumb a little, "i love you satoru, always."

he could only pull you back in for another kiss, smiling as he did so as the kids exclaimed in disgust and horror at the sight. "i love you y/n. here's to many more years with you." he whispered when he pulled away. it was a christmas you will never forget and one that tsumiki and megumi will also never forget, dramatically reminding you that they were traumatised from your little kiss.

tags! @stsgluver @sukxma (thank you for hosting the event)

i hope you love this lynne, i apologise it's not my best work and i'm sorry it took so long. i love you, i hope you're doing well

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[star-going-supernova]

I’m not really sure how to word this? Here’s a prompt for you I guess? Gregory would 100% take a photo in front of his missing poster smiling with a peace sign. Also I think he’s just the type of gremlin to take one of them for himself much to everyone’s exasperation.

Tumblr generated prompt number 4, here we go! Gregory and Cassie are both in their late teens here, in their first year of college. This is pretty slice-of-life-y with no clear connection to any AU other than a generally happy one.

title is a play on the saying “not all who wander are lost”

Not All Who Have Missing Posters are Lost

Gregory pulled out his phone and opened the camera app. Leaning against the telephone pole, he threw up a peace sign and grinned. Satisfied with the picture, he sent it to the group chat. 

Gregory

image_attachment.87265032 lol good times :) 

He stowed his phone in his pocket, mentally counting down until it started blowing up with messages. Then he carefully tore the missing poster bearing his face—albeit his much younger face—off the pole and tucked it into his laptop bag. 

He walked the rest of the way to the bus stop, letting his phone vibrate every few seconds, and only once he’d sat down did he pull it back out, snickering as he read through the small backlog. 

Cassie

XD you’re still finding those?? 

Vanessa 

oh my gosh pull it down pull it down we do NOT need a repeat of two years ago

Roxy 

who was even looking for you, lol

Freddy

Roxy! Do not be rude! 

Cassie

you look so young. so innocent.

Roxy

yeah but we know better ah dang it, i can feel fazbear’s disapproval from across the plex 

Bonnie

You were such a cute kid! Look at those cheeks!

Vanessa

seriously, though, what part of town is that? if there’s one, there might be more

Chica

Oooh! Congrats on adding another to your collection :)

Monty 

lol nice

Freddy

Are you on your way home, superstar? 

Roxy 

wee woo, dad alert! you know the rules, no sappiness in the group chat, fazbear

Freddy

What was sappy about that?

Cassie

if nicknames count, Roxy, you’ll have to start calling me by my name now 

Roxy 

… fiiiine, i take it back 

Gregory 

XD yes, Ness, I tore it down, and it was on Reed St, but it looked like some other posters had been taken off recently, exposing this one, so i don’t think it’s a widespread issue yes, Dad, I’m on my way back. just got on the bus, should be there in 10 mins 

He stayed on his phone for the rest of the ride, confirming their plans for dinner later. Cassie had finished her final exams the day before, so she’d already been by the pizzaplex to say hi to everyone. 

The bus dropped him off just down the street from the pizzaplex, and though early December was chilly, he enjoyed the bite in the air. There’d be snow soon, he was sure, and he was looking forward to some lazy days with a mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket. 

Gregory’s first semester of college had been awesome, but he was happy to be home, and even happier to find Freddy waiting inside the side entrance that Gregory favored. He stepped forward into his adoptive dad’s arms, marveling yet again that he was taller than Freddy’s shoulders these days. 

“Welcome home, Gregory,” Freddy said softly. 

“I missed you,” Gregory told him, holding on tight. He sighed contentedly, the remaining stress from exams draining away. 

“Your winter break lasts a month and a half, correct?” 

“Mhm. And I plan on staying here for all of it.” 

“Good. The others have been looking forward to your return.” 

Gregory pulled back and unzipped his coat. “Just the others?” he teased. 

Freddy cleared his throat, which was as good a sign as any of his sheepishness (he’d probably been beside himself with excitement), and followed after Gregory as they descended into the basement, where Gregory had commandeered several rooms for his own use years ago. Vanessa had offered him a room in her house, but he’d politely declined, though he’d slept over there many times over the years. He was just too attached to the pizzaplex and its inhabitants, and also his independence. 

After popping into his bedroom to drop off his bags and coat, he quickly went into his workroom. It held his desk and bookshelves and the different personal projects he’d tinkered with over the years, and it also held his wall of missing posters. 

Freddy chuckled from the doorway as Gregory used sticky-tack to affix it into an empty space. It was almost like wallpaper, over two dozen posters with slight variations plastered edge to edge. Some were black and white, some were in color, and there was a variety of childhood pictures used among them. His favorite was one that misspelled his name as Gegory. That one was carefully framed. His second favorite, also framed, was a homemade wanted poster that Cassie given him for his fourteenth birthday. 

Gregory stepped back and surveyed his wall with his hands on his hips. “Perfect,” he said, pleased. 

“If you are satisfied,” Freddy said, “then we should go meet the others. Bonnie and Chica are relentlessly spamming me with frowny faces because I am ‘hogging you.’” 

“Tell them it’s your dad rights,” Gregory said, even as he bounded from the room, eager to reunite with the rest of his family. “Is Vanessa around? Is she still the junior location manager, or did they promote her again?” 

“She has been fending off a promotion for two weeks now. They reached a stalemate yesterday when she threatened to quit.” 

“They always fall for that,” Gregory snickered. “As if this is the time she’s gonna pack her bags, psh.” 

“They have been getting faster about calling her bluff,” Freddy mused wryly. 

They got in an elevator, and as they went up, they listened to the awful elevator music that hadn’t changed since Gregory was ten years old and running around the pizzaplex for the first time. 

“I am glad you are back,” Freddy said after a few moments. “I know you need to go and experience the world, and I would never want to hold you back from that. But I hope you know you will always have a home here, with us.” 

Gregory shuffled sideways to be tucked into Freddy’s side. “Aw, Dad. No matter how far I go or how long I’m gone, I promise—I’ll always come back. No one’s gonna need missing posters for me again.”

#i answered a thing #anonymous #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #star's stories #life and times of star

[sharpilu]

RiftClan Year 1

HELLO I AM CLANGENNING AGAIN

i will be blogging every year of my clan (RiftClan) in ClanGen which you can download here ! :D if you don't wanna see these, feel free to block the "riftclangen.blogging" tag i will be using :]

the rest of these wont have a cut-off, but this one will for your convenience <33

the decided lore i'm going with is that these cats were all exiled for standing up to a tyrannical leader from one of the other clans, and after finding a cave with beautiful crystals and water that shone like the night sky, they decided to live there. i will be starting in leaf-bare.

these are my founding cats :D

(i changed Blackshines name to Ashspark after taking the screenshots)

okay i forgot to log some stuff but uhhh Pansypaw went out on his warrior assessment and got bit by an eagle. so. oops lolz. here is Pansypaw being injured and sad.

ALSO moon 1, Ashspark just hunted a rabbit on Biteclan territory and got chased away. because of this, i'm gonnna say they were previously FROM Biteclan. woo! ALSO ALSO moon 1, Crestedfeather and Skyglare are mates <3

moon 2, Pansypaw got better and graduated! he is now Pansystreak and a good teacher :]

moon 3

get fucked old lady

WE FOUND A GUY ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!

looks like he was from Biteclan too ig. he has a broken jaw and bruises. and Crestedfeather is shivering after going out in the snow with Skyglare. not a very good date lmao

moon 4

STOP DYING (< sent her out alone willingly)

Ashspark had a vision ???

moon 5

healing time ig

tried sending Crestedfeather and Skyglare on another date but they found a fox and Crestedfeather got a bite wound. cringe fail girlfriend ?? Pansystreak also got bit by a small ouppy.

moon 6

motherfucker CANNOT catch a break oh my god.

oh,

i guess everyone is sucking lmao

moon 7

JUNIPERSTAR STOP

anyways- Olivefleck is all better now so we can see him!

i think he is very cute :]

"Pansystreak is having a hard day." when the fuck ISN'T he clangen ??? on that topic- Olivefleck and Pansystreak kinda like each other but i'm on the fence about putting them together so. we'll see how that goes. just logging it down now.

okay i'm looking through the relations- i think Crestedfeather has been cringe failing too hard cause she and Ashspark have a good bit of romantic like for each other oh god

WAIT CRESTED AND ASH LIKE EACH OTHER TOO LMAO WAIT WAIT POLY???? POLYCULE?????? FUCK YEAH THEY'RE A POLYCULE NOW

okay last relationship note for this moon- Echobeetle likes Juniperstar but it's one-sided, so i'll keep track of that.

moon 8

good lord what is going on down there. also everyone is healthy now !! :3

"Crestedfeather feels a sense of dread." oh god are you gonna get injured AGAIN- nvm i had her go out with her girlfriends and they're all fine :]

i haven't been logging it but there seems to either be one very persistent small dog or alot of dogs in the area. weird considering we are mostly UNDERGROUND?

moon 9

Echobeetle only keeps liking Juniperstar more and babygirl is NOT noticing lmao

nothing really interesting happened, but we DO keep witnessing kittypets being abandoned and then run over. so.

moon 10

OWO?

PRETTY GIRL !!! PRETTY GIRL !!!!!!

first patrol, Marshalleaf, Skyglare and Ashspark found a child.

she's very cute! excited to see her grow up :]

would you look at that! moon 11! nothing much happened!! i didn't loose my leader and deputy in the same moon!!! wow how cool!!!! i definitely didn't cheat to avoid that outcome no siree!!!!!! :DDDD

i wasn't prepared and panicked.

also i just noticed Streamsmoke has a bite scar???

you couldn't see it on any of her other sprites but. yeah. that wasn't something she got she's just HAD IT apparently.

aaand we met a loner!

enby healer! they decided not to join after talking to us though :(

moon 12

Streamsmoke is healthy again!

nothing much happened on patrols, but Streamsmoke helped Echobeetle with gathering rosemary and got a small cut, so.

aaaand that's all for this year! thank you for reading <3

#clangen #warrior cats clangen #clangen game #riftclangen.blogging

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: January 23

Oof. The busytimes are here and I’m falling behind. But I’m reading what I can when I can and loving what I can!

Here’s what I’ve loved recently!

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

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MARCUS PIKE

The Saltwater Room (ii) by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 Kelly’s fic based on the game Raft continues and it’s fun to watch her build and improve the floating home she shares with a certain handsome drifter. What I wouldn’t do to find myself alone on a raft with him... Kelly out here making all our fantasies come true....

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OBERYN MARTELL

Quiet Moon by @grogusmum 🪐 Of course Oberyn will look for a warm bed when he’s sent north to Winterfell. But whether or not his very company is the gift of the gods for our dear reader? Well. Not sure it matters. I’ll take it.

Meant to Be Part 5 and Epilogue by @radiowallet As always, Cat ties up a beautiful fic in a pretty bow. this reluctant soulmates fic coming to an end with some surprises in store for them, freedoms granted and responsibilities endured, but finally love and acceptance as only Oberyn Martell can do. 

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JAVIER PEÑA

untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun  So Hingey here keeps dropping little drabbles about omegaverse Javier and I wish she wouldn’t quit it because I’m salivating at every yearning interaction. I effing love A/B/O dynamics and I effing love a stunned, soft Javier, so this is so much tingle wrapped up in a little package and I want more.

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DIN DJARIN

Competing for Christmas 6.2: Let It Snow (The Scavenger Hunt) by @something-tofightfor I have been loving this Hallmark Christmas series so much and here we are at the final competition task. I love a good scavenger hunt, and while cuteness happens and feelings are stated, everything gets even better when they swing home to pick up Grogu and bring him along. I love this little paring + doggle and it twists my heart every time they remember that their time is limited....maybe even more now with THAT ending...

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JACK DANIELS

This Time by @brandyllyn A sequel to one of my favorite Whiskey fics (but can totally stand on its own), this date has 80% less disaster in it and so much more fluff. Literally. There’s a plushie involved. It’s cute. I love how Brandy writes Jack and while everyone’s getting down with this clown, I just love being old-school wooed cowboy style.

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PERO TOVAR

Stay Close (viii) by @ezrasbirdie The bodyguard game continues, but this time with a little more intriegue, a little more coldness, a little more angst. There are a few forces that are making Pero’s job more difficult now...and one of them certainly is love. We’re in it now, folks. 

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FRANKIE MORALES

Chocolate Cake by @beecastle This is. Hands down. The sweetest, fluffiest meet cute with Frankie ever. I love it so so much and I just want to wrap it around me and go play in the snow. I don’t know what that means. I’m so soft and warm right now.....

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EZRA

In All My Dreams I Drown by @writeforfandoms For her year of myth, Jen gives us her own version of selkie!Ezra and I couldn’t be more pleased. Ez is custom built for mythical beings--the more mischievous the better. Turn that up to 11 when the mischief includes romance...

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SPECIAL GUEST STAR CORNER

PETER PARKER

The Red String Part 1 and Part 2 by @huffle-pissed 🪐 I don’t know much about Peter Parker, but I do know about soulmates and I LOVE A GOOD SOULMATE FIC. Kay’s doing them all year long and I’m looking forward to it. We’re starting off in a good place so far....

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#for the love of fic #the mentalist fanfic #marcus pike #got fanfic #oberyn martell #spiderman fanfic #peter parker #narcos fanfic #javier peña #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #kingsman golden circle fanfic #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #the great wall fanfic #pero tovar #triple frontier fic rec #frankie morales #prospect fanfic #ezra

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Twenty-Six: Noisy New Year’s

Summary: Being a psychic is not an ideal life, at least for Saiki Kusuo. Didn’t you read/watch The Disastrous Life of Saiki K to know that? Still, this isn’t about him, not really. Instead, let’s focus on his one and only friend, Akari Watanabe, who is also quite abnormal. You might not believe that Saiki would actually have a friend, but that’s what fanfictions are about, right?  

Word Count: 3661

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A/n: Ah, well, it's December now! WOO! It's christmas time babyyyy I so hope that it snows out where I am. I feel like it hasn't snowed all too much, and I love snow. 

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THIS WAS BY FAR THE LAST PLACE that Akari would want to be. Celebrating the season is fine, New Years is a pretty nice holiday. However, to come to the shrine and be surrounded by so many people was not something that she enjoyed at all. Completely relatable, I'm sure quite a few of us can agree on that. Though it’s not like she had much of a say in it. Every holiday, without fail, the Watanabe family and Saiki family spent time together. With that being said, the majority of both families wanted to go partake in the celebration.

It’s so crowded. Too noisy. Akari would love nothing more than to be embraced by shadows to relax in their cool loneliness. She could feel that Saiki felt quite the same as her, for the scowl on his face. Then again, he usually has a permanent scowl on his face. Even with the usual expression, Akari knew exactly what he was thinking. They were on the same wavelength most of the time after all.

Neither of them wanted to be at the shrine. Though due to social conventions and family priorities, they were forced to come. To partake in society, much to their dismay. Though we all love getting to read about all the wacky adventures that ensue, right? Because I sure do! Shame that we have to suffer through this terrible writing, but I’ll take what I can get.

Despite being at a shrine, Akari didn’t necessarily have a belief in any sort of deity. When one is born with some supernatural abilities they tend to really consider the existence of a higher power. Add in the fact that she then has a best friend who has abilities that could literally be considered that of a god and she really couldn’t pinpoint if there was a celestial power out there. She came to her own conclusions eventually, which were that if there was a god, they certainly had a horrible sense of humor. 

She had been labeled a demon by her paternal grandparents at birth. Thanks to the abilities that she was born with, they came to their own conclusions about her. Akari didn’t think that her striking yellow, cat-like eyes really helped her case back then either. Though from what her father tells her just about all the time, she was quite the cute baby back then. She believed it since there were a plethora of photos of her growing up. Really, mountains upon mountains of scrapbooks from her life. 

Then again, she never knew her paternal grandparents, and really didn’t care too after the stories her mother told her about them. She could understand being unnerved by her abilities at first glance. However, her parents didn’t leave her like they did, her brother wasn’t scared of his big sister having shadow-manipulation, so Akari didn’t think her grandparents had much of an excuse. Perhaps if they stuck around longer they would have realized just how harmless Akari was to everyone.

Though she wondered, if she was a demon, who would be an angel? Maybe Teruhashi, with her desirable amount of beauty, constantly being favored by the universe or god to get what she wants, and never having real misfortunes could be considered an angel. That seemed like it would make the most sense. Still, not that Akari thought that she really deserved the title. After learning about how selfish and rotten Tsukishima could be in her own thoughts, Akari had to think that she wasn’t 100% an angel as she tried to be. 

“It’s so crowded.” Kuniharu complained. There really were a lot of people out today. Just looking at it seemed tiring.

“Of course it is.” Kurumi said, “It’s New Year’s Day.”

“Good grief,” Saiki mentally grunted, “I would rather spend my New Year’s quietly at home.”

Akari shuffled herself in her slightly larger black sweater, “You and me both.” Not only was it crowded, but things were quite loud with so many people talking around them. She hated that her family wanted to go out and participate in society like this. At least there was one upside to this which was that she could spend time with her mother, since Miku took this holiday off to spend with family. Getting to spend time with her mother was always a lovely time for Akari since she rarely gets to see her most days.

Kuniharu turned to his wife, praying, “I hope I can have another happy year with my beloved wife.”

“What?” She blinked in confusion, “Why are you making that wish to me?”

“What are you talking about? It’s because you’re my goddess.” Damn, you smooth man. Really hitting his wife with the rizz right there.

“This is not how I want to start my new year,” Kusuo groaned in annoyance.

Yamato was also quite affectionate with his wife, at least a perfect amount that he knew she loved. He had his arm wrapped around her waist while placing a kiss on the side of her head every so often. While out in public, he knew to tone down his affections for her since she didn’t completely like pda. Especially within a crowd as large as this. So he wouldn’t be as outwardly loud about his love, at least right now. Though it was taking everything within him to really hold back. Especially considering this was one of the only times of the year that she swept her work away to spend time with her family whole-heartedly. 

The overly romantic man leaned into his wife’s ear, “I wish for many more magical years with you beside me, my love.”

Miku hummed, “your wish won’t come true if you tell me.”

“My first wish has already come true though!”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

Yamato became starry-eyed, “That you said yes to me all those years ago.”  Which Miku just huffed to, more than amused by her husband. Though she certainly shared his sentiment, even if she wasn’t going to show it at the moment.

So the families walked up to pray and make their wishes. Saiki and Akari went up together just after both their mothers did theirs. Saiki’s dad also came up with them, though it wasn’t like they were paying attention to him.

“A wish?” Saiki asked, “I can always grant my own wish, not that I have any. Besides, I don’t believe in any god.”

‘What’s the point when you could be considered one.’ Akari said, also praying, ‘I wish to take a nap after this.’ A very reasonable wish to have. One that I’m sure most of us have even now.

Saiki rang the bell and thought about his own wish. “Whatever. I suppose I should make a wish, too. I hope I can have a quiet New Year’s.” He really needs to learn not to say this stuff, Saiki is just jinxing himself.

Rikuto, walked up to his parents, “Mom, can we go to the store now?”

She nodded her head, “Finish praying and then we will.”

“Okay!” He fist bumped the air, triumphantly.

So Rikuto made quick work of finishing up with his prayer and making his wish(Which no doubt had to do with manga in some way), more than excited to get to the bookshop. After all, if he was going with his parents, he had the opportunity to talk his father into getting him whatever manga he wanted. Yamato would gladly buy Rikuto whatever he wanted since he adores his children. His family have him wrapped around their fingers and there’s little that Yamoto would say no to for them. Which is why Miku was there with them. Least Rikuto convinces his father into buying him one of everything.

“Are you going to stay with Kusuo for the day?” Miku asked her daughter.

Akari nodded her head, “Is it ok that I sleep over too?”

“Of course, just come home for breakfast, you know your father will have a fit if you aren’t there for his breakfast.”

With that, Yamoto hugged and kissed his daughter goodbye, the families all said their farewells, and Akari was left with the Saiki family. Though she probably should have taken the opportunity to go home with them, with what’s to come.

It seemed like Saiki thought that the Wanatabe’s had the right idea, “Okay, now we can go home…”

“What? Saiki!” Oof, you spoke too soon Saiki. Now it’s time for plot!

Saiki nearly rolled his eyes, “See? There is no god.”

It was Kaido who had shouted out to him. The blue-haired boy came waltzing over to his friends with a smile, “This must be fate.”

“This isn’t how I wanted to start my year. Your scarf is dragging.” It indeed is dragging, reminds me of the Doctor.

Akari gave her friend a small wave, “Hi Kaido.”

“Ah, Watanabe! Didn’t see you there.” No one ever does. “Are you here visiting a shrine for New Year’s? Me? I was just passing by. God doesn’t exist in this world anyway.” Technically, one could argue that Shūichi Asō is your god, or even that MJ is your god. Couldn’t everyone who writes a story and controls their characters be considered a god by said characters? Wait, does that mean that MJ is my god then?!? Oh, I’m not ready for this existential crisis right now! I need some coffee.

Looming over the teens now were Saiki’s parents. Their eyes sparkling in amazement at the new boy talking to their son. Akari also would say that she would be surprised considering she knows how Saiki could be about friendships and stuff. Though still, she knew he didn’t like that they would make a big deal about it, or that they even thought that Kaido was his friend.

“Hello! I’m Kusuo’s dad!”

“And I’m his mom! You’re so cute! Thank you so much for being friends with Ku!”

Really they were crowding the teens with how overbearing they were being right now. “What?” Kaido jumped at their sudden eagerness to thank him, “Oh! Nice to meet… I’m the Jet-Black… Kaido!”

Akari blinked owlishly, ‘did he really try to introduce himself as the Jet-Black Wings?’

“Oh, your name is Kaido?” Kurumi said happily.

The boy just continued to stutter at the attention, “I am also thankful to be his friend. Right. I am.”

Akari eyed the way that he was talking so strangely, “He really can’t talk to adults, can he?”

“Can’t you be more consistent?” Saiki said, “Make up your mind!”

Kuniharu smiled blissfully at his son, “So, you have friends other than Akari and Nendo, Kusuo.” 

He scowled, “Nendo isn’t a friend.” Akari hummed, not completely believing that statement, mainly due to the fact that Kusuo had to accept Nendo as something at this point. ‘Friend’ was better than nothing.

His mother agreed, “I was so surprised.”

“Yes. Me, too. I never expected Kusuo to have three friends.” That was a bit of a backhanded compliment from Saiki’s dad. Saying he’s surprised his son can have friends while also having the ability to make friends. If it were me, I wouldn’t let that slide. …Actually I would, because I hate confrontation. 

“No, not that.” Kurumi blushed, happiness radiating off of her, “I actually just wished for Ku to have plenty of friends. And it’s already come true!”

Saiki scowled, “Then why can’t they grant me my wish, too?”

Though Akari stared at the dazzled expression of the older woman, ‘You’re mom is actually so wholesome.’ She found it quite adorable how Saiki’s mother always did wholesome things like this. Wishing her son had friends, doing her best for him, trying to understand him(to the best of her ability), honestly Akari thought she was one of the best. Of course, her own mother was on the top of that list for her, though Kurumi is a really close second.

“Oh, I actually wished for the same thing!” Kuniharu boasted to his wife,  “You and I think so alike!”

“I don’t believe that for one second,” Akari snickered under her breath. Though Kuniharu heard that and deflated just a little bit. How could she think so little of him? Sure, she was right, but still!

After that, it was like God had a personal vendetta against Saiki. Punishing him for seemingly no reason. Or maybe there was a reason, that reason being for our entertainment. Not only had Kaido shown up, but after him it was Hairo, then Nendo, and then Teruhashi of all people. It certainly didn’t help Saiki's mood that they were all here. Something that Akari could easily feel. The pleasantries that were exchanged between them all didn’t necessarily interest Akari, not in the slightest. Not like they even saw that she was there. She didn’t really care that they were there.

Hell, Hairo didn’t even know she was standing right next to Saiki until Nendo mentioned it and said hello to her. Teruhashi also didn’t notice her until then either, but she still ignored her existence even after Akari was pointed out. Not that Akari cares, she just wants to nap. She also knew that Saiki would want to escape all of this at the moment. He wanted to be alone, something she could relate to, and figured that this was going to ruin that. Then when Kuniharu came up with a great idea, Akari knew that she had to say something.

“I know! Why don’t you all come over? We have New Year’s food.”

Kurumi was just bursting with excitement at her husband’s idea, “Yes! Please come!”

“Oh! Let’s go!” Nendo shouted.

Ever the polite young woman, Teruhashi said, “If we won’t be too much trouble.”

Saiki froze, “How come you’re not granting my wish, God?”

Akari looked from the excited group talking about going to the Saiki house and her best friend. Obviously there was only one choice that she could make here. So she cut through their conversation with her haunting voice, which gave them all chills.

“Actually,” her whispery voice called out, surprisingly easy to hear over the excitement from the others. “Ku and I have plans after this.”

“Oh?” Kurumi blinked, a bit deflated at the fact that they might not be able to meet all of these lovely friends of her sons. “You do?”

Ever the idiot, Nendo blurted out, “Must be another date for you guys!”

“Date?!” All of them exclaimed in varying degrees of shock and surprise. 

“Good job, pal.” Nendo gave him a thumbs up, seemingly congratulating on yet another date between them. He certainly supported anything his pal and gal pal did, especially dating each other.

Saiki scowled at Nendo for even suggesting that. That would definitely make everything more difficult. Especially with Teruhashi here actually able to hear that. Speaking of the perfect pretty girl, she tried to keep the facade of just simple surprise on her face, but there was an underlying annoyance in her expression. We don’t really need to have telepathy to know what she was thinking as her eye twitched while staring at Akari.

Akari just shook her head, “No. We were going to our favorite cafe for New Years.”

Saiki knew for a fact that they didn’t have any plans. At most, they probably were just going to go to one of their houses and just laze around. Maybe Saiki would play a video game while Akari napped on his bed, they weren’t really too pressed on what to do. 

Akari took Saiki’s elbow, leaving no room of argument for anyone to make. As far as they needed to know, they did have plans. They ignored the talk of their friends and Saiki’s parents behind them, all of them disheartened about them leaving but wanting to try it another time. So they navigated through the crowd until they left the shrine, safe from being bothered by their annoying friends.

As he was being led away by Akari, Saiki looked down at the back of her head with an awed expression, “Are you god?” Akari glanced up at him in confusion for a moment before giggling.

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Yes, Akari had told them that they were going to their favorite cafe, but perhaps that was just to throw off the others. Precautions had to be taken, just in case they were going to end up being stalked by Saiki’s parents or their friends. Even though they said that this was by no means a date or anything, what they said would just end up going in one ear and out the other with them. Though it’s not like there were many places that they could go without it being busy. Most areas had people out eating, hanging out, just spending the holiday outside. Not only that but the teens couldn’t go to either of their homes at this time. If they did go to their homes then their parents would know, and they had done this to avoid Saiki’s parents as well as their friends. Plus there’s no doubt that they would hassle them due to Nendo’s ‘date’ comment. So it was best to avoid that.

Instead, Akari had suggested just getting a blanket and sitting at a park. There was no doubt in her mind that he would agree to it. Any chance that he could take to get away from people to be alone, he would certainly take. Well, almost alone. Though he certainly doesn’t mind just being with her. (Not in that way, obviously. Don’t read too far into that statement.) Saiki teleported to Akari’s house, grabbed a blanket and teleported back to her. So they made sure to set up in an area that they deemed nice enough.

“The fact that we ran into all of them at the shrine was unfortunate.”

“It really does seem like God hates me.”

“You and me both,” Akari groaned, “I just wanted to nap. Though it is quite funny how God seems to have it out for you.” Saiki just scowled as she laughed at his misery.

While Akari didn’t notice it, Saiki certainly could see their friends stalking behind them. He could hear everyone’s thoughts, of course he could hear their curious thoughts as they watched Saiki and Akari walk along the paths. Though he certainly was not going to let them bother either him or Akari after they had first escaped. He didn’t care that the group wanted to know if they were dating. They really were just a bother. Even Teruhashi’s clear jealousy towards Akari was not going to ruin his peace. After all, Akari had already done enough to get them away from them. So with the use of his powers, he made sure to evade and confuse their group of stalkers. Akari was none the wiser. Perhaps because she was more focused on finding a good spot to nap. Which they did end up finding, now without their ragtag group of tagalongs behind them.

Akari floated across the grass of the nearby park that they escaped to. While there were a few people milling around, they didn’t seem like they were going to bother the teens. So they tried to keep themselves in the most secluded part of the park. There was a small area, one with quite a few trees and bushes that separated a small clearing from the rest of the park. Just perfect.

“This actually is not how I saw today going.” Saiki said as they laid on the blanket. Well, Akari was laying down, Saiki was just sitting next to her.

“Though better than how it could have been.” Akari tiredly commented. Saiki hummed in agreement. She let out a yawn and stretched, seemingly resembling a cat, “I’m just glad I can nap now.”

Saiki peered down at her from behind his glasses and gave her an amused look, “It always baffles me how you can fall asleep anywhere. You really are quite lazy.”

Aikari chuckled under her breath,  “Lazy is my middle name.” She shuffled around a bit, making sure that she was comfortable enough on the ground.

It didn’t take long after that for Akari to doze off with some soft snoring. Not that Saiki really minded. He expected that she would since he could see how tired she was since they were at the shrine. She cuddled up next to Saiki, but made sure to not cling to him at all. Since she knows that he doesn't like physical contact. She had gotten him out of one uncomfortable situation, she certainly didn’t want to put him into another.

So Saiki just sat in silence, thinking to himself and admiring the solidarity that he had been allotted. Thank god for his friend. She really does pull him out of situations that he didn’t like just at the right times. Sure, he could probably do it himself, though he didn’t think he could say no to his parents and their pressures. Especially his mother, he could usually say no to her, but she has her moments over him. 

He glanced down at the shadow-manipulator as she snored lightly beside him. If there was one thing that he was actually happy about today, it was getting to grant Akari’s wish. While he thought that she was quite the god by saving him from having to suffer through the group of idiots coming to his house, he would try to be her god by granting her wish. He brushed lock of inky hair from Akari’s forehead. It almost looked like he was… admiring her… Though that would be silly, right?

Whatever you’re thinking about the two of them, dont! Saiki might be able to hear you and call you stupid for thinking it. Trust me, I’d know. Still, even with the soft sunlight coming down from between the leaves, the occasional chirping of birds, and murmur of people passing by, Saiki really did notice how adorable Akari looked while napping.

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A/n: When it came to writing this chapter, I did initially plan on writing it all out. However, as I was finishing it up and getting the dialogue, I realized that it was quite tedious. Not only that but I figured I could write a new little story line for this. Basically changed the ending of this one and added my own little ending with it. I like it, I hope you did too :)

#ocs #fanfiction #multiple ocs #fanfic #oc #female oc #female!oc #male oc #male!oc #anime fanfiction #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki k #saiki kusuo #saiki #kusuo saiki

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Top 5 things that make you feral?

FERAL? How feral? How does one even measure IRL feral, I feel like I'm pretty calm.

Feral like me stashing leftovers in my bedroom like some rabid horrding animal when my sibling eats my food or simply might eat my food because I'm gluten free and they can eat literally everything? And don't need to eat my food? Do they want to get kicked?

Or feral like when I see a really really really cute teeny tiny itty bitty lil puppy doggo and im all tippy tappy feets like "LOOKIE HE he's so TINY I just want to sqwuish him he's the size of my hand!!!!" I love PUPPIES theyre so SMALL

Or feral when I look at the fictional blorbo doing The Thing and go "you need to be scruffed. you need to cry. You need to bleed and <insert Archive Warning Here>. I am about to write you into situations so horrific" and then I spend 10hrs hyperfixating on a fic instead of sleeping, commencing horrors against my favorite characters until they are in fact an entire new man.

OR do you mean the kind of feral I get when I go 2hrs+ without liquid intake and I can feel myself dehydrating like a sad crispy wilted plant and I will actually lay down in a snow bank and eat snow if I have to because I WILL die without water and eVERYONE will hear me complain until I acquire fluids and YES I will chug back 1L in less than 30 minutes at this point because I need like 3L a day and I can't go more than an hr or 2 without.

Or, or, or, the feral when people unknowingly ask me dumb questions like "why are you taking english AND biology" and then I get to spend the next 20 minutes excitedly talking about medieval literature and how much I love the 1600s romance because theyre just silly little guys trying to woo ladies and going into woods and being tricked by faeries and magical creatures and honestly these authors had the right ideas, its basically all fanfiction and all ideas are reused to add on and make new wild version of the stories, but then I go on to explain that I ALSO have an obsession with lil guys in the bottom of the ocean and how I think its so neat and fascinating that 80% of the ocean is unexplored and I really think its cool that evolution works in such a unique way that we can have giant isopods just casually swiming around and harassing lobster trappers and eating little crunchy guys who also happen to be really interesting, like lobsters constantly grow and grow until they get too big for their shells and cant molt anymore and that brings me to the OCEAN and the cREECHURES and my obsession with the STRANGE and UNKNOWN which leads me to cosmic HORROR which gets me all EHEE which leads me back to writing and an ENGLISH portion to my degree and instead of saying "im double majoring in english and marine biology because I have an obsession with the little weird many-legged dudes at the bottom of the ocean but also a rampant imagination and a love for story-telling so I want to be as literate as possible so that I can write fantasies about the weird many-legged dudes at the bottom of the ocean" you get this feral unhinged verbal essay that you didnt really want to hear about and maybe ive enlightened you to horrors you never knew existed

#good job rem #did this answer the question #lmfao #ngl i didnt understand the question so you got all this instead good luck! #I DO LOVE THE LIL GUYS THO #all i need in life is stories and some good mystery #and a creepy crawlie

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surrender.

date: 22 december 2017, approx. 5:00 pm location: arbitrary patch of snowed-over meadow between cohort barracks  parties: adriana caninii & jax karavadra

synopsis: After a month of avoidance following their former.. event, Adriana and Jax finally break their silence by means of a deadly snowball fight. @avadakaravadra

Adriana hadn’t seen snow like this in years. One of the wintry gods or goddesses usually allowed a day or two of flurries around the peak of the holiday season, but a full-blown snowstorm was a rarity-- and she thanked them for it. The surprise weather was a reprieve from the tensions throughout New Rome. Whether Roman or Greek, everyone who so wished was enjoying the weather, side by side, as if the new laws didn’t even exist. Adriana had chosen to take equal advantage of the peace. She had cancelled the next week of drills (hers, anyway). Her cohort had been heavily inflicted by the local drama and the time off would be good for them. But while most of her legionnaires had gone outside to enjoy themselves, Adriana had cozied herself up in her quarters. There were no shades blocking the view out the windows-- the snow was beautiful, but also cold. She wasn’t so fond of the latter.

The fire spreading warmth from the side of her room popped and sizzled with the shift of an ashen log. Adriana was busy reading, sat on her bed in an oversized sweater, pouring over some of the documents her grandfather had sent her-- interior designs and correspondence between the patrons and acting companies whose performance center was being rebuilt following its destruction in the Forum fire. She’d been receiving frequent files like this lately and had begun to suspect that Gaius was easing her into the role of her inheritance -- at least more directly now than he ever had before.

Septimus rested at the foot of her bed, watching the snowfall beyond the glass pane with the occasional low decibel whine. He even snorted a few times, subtly trying to get her attention. When that didn’t work, he sat up to place his paws and chin upon the edge of her bed, producing a sort of bark-whine that led her to sigh. “I know, I know,” she glanced down at him with a sorry smile. “We’ll get out there soon, but I have to finish my work first. You know the rules,” his nose was bopped by the blunt end of her pen, which caused him to sneeze, and won a quiet chuckle from the centurion. Septimus dropped down onto his four paws when Adriana returned to her work. He padded over to the fire, tempted to lie down there until she finally finished her paperwork. But his patience was terminated the instant her door swung open.

There was a knock at the door. Septimus’ ears stood straight, his full form at attention, poised. A legionnaire stepped beyond the threshold to ask his Centurion about a previously discussed armory order, and as soon as there was just enough space, the canine bolted. The legionnaire was promptly cut off. “Shit.” Jumping off the bed to haphazardly pull on a pair of boots and a scarf, Adriana offered the boy a look of apology. “I’m sorry, Aidan. Don’t worry about the order for now, okay? We’ll talk about it later.” She ushered him out with a gentle hand on his back. Her brisk steps dropped him by the boys’ wing of the cohort. “Go have some fun.” And then Adriana jolted into a run not unlike her companion. It was easy enough to follow his pawprints in the snow, despite the cold that leaked through the knitting in her sweater and the thin fabric of her leggings. The Gryffindor scarf was a savior to the skin around her neck and shoulders that may have otherwise been exposed. Still, she was already shivering by the time she found Septimus rolling around in the snow, snapping at the stuff as if there was some edible quality about it to be snatched. There wasn’t.

“Septimus!” she barked at him, but he made no indication that he’d heard her or intended to cease whatever it was he was doing. After a fierce groan, Adriana begrudgingly trudged through the snow towards him, landing mid-calves deep in the frosty accumulation. She stood there, hands on her hips, watching him, glaring, and hoping that the intensity of her look would kill his enthusiasm. In a way, it did. He stopped rolling around like a five-year-old, but faced her belly-up with tongue hanging out in replacement, to which she sighed. “What in Lupa’s name am I going to do with you?”

Ever since his and Adriana’s... tangle, Jax had been avoiding the girl as if she were the plague. It was entirely clear why, even to himself, though he mostly told himself that it was simply because he wasn’t willing to put up with whatever teasing Adriana might try to dish out when it came to their previous meeting. But it had been strange, having far less of the woman in his life than he was used to. First Adriana’s departure from the Cult had sent them in a wider scope than they’d been in before, and now with him actively running into her as least as possible-- it was probably the least Jax had seen her since they’d first met at his tender age of six... excluding her recent summer trip to Europe. However, that trip had been expected, this particular separation was not. And though he didn’t think he’d ever be one to wish to know when he would or wouldn’t be seeing Adriana, the absence of her was definitely something that had been affecting him, though he couldn’t say exactly how.

As if the Fates themselves had heard his thoughts, he soon saw Septimus bounding down the snowed over meadow, which could only mean Adriana wasn’t far behind. Already Jax was turning on his heel, planning to continue his diligent dodging of the daughter of Mars. However, Nashira, his often constant companion in the form of a raven, squawked out her annoyance at his sudden change in direction, trying to right herself. Her voice filled his head, as he could thank his grandmother Nox for his ability to understand creatures of the night. “Hey, what’s the deal?” she said irritably. Though as soon as her beady eyes caught sight of Adriana making her way after Septimus her question had answered itself and she let out a bird’s version of a chuckle. “Oh. Are you still avoiding her after the mating? Come on. I’m tired of not getting treats from her.” Already Jax could tell Nash was going to do something he most certainly would not want her to do. Though he wasn’t quite sure what it was yet. The bird had always had a mind of her own. Nevertheless, he sternly told her not to do whatever it was she was thinking of doing. “You’re not the boss of me. I want treats,” was all she said as a response before she took off from his shoulder to scoop a pile of snow into her talons.

Jax could only watch as Nashira soared over Adriana, dropping the snow on her in a way that could easily be perceived as coming from him. Framed by his own raven. What had the world come to? There was nowhere to hide, at least nowhere close enough to get to before Adriana began to look for whoever was responsible for her new snow-covered state. It didn’t help that Nash had disappeared as soon as she’d finished her bombardment.

Septimus could have heard Nashira's squawk from miles away. The sharp noise was an unofficial signal for him to aid in a plot they had loosely devised not long after their human counterparts had begun avoiding one another. While Nashira was driven by a lack of treats, or so she let on, Septimus was far more concerned with Adriana's wellbeing. She may not have acted any differently on the outside, but he knew her well enough to tell when she was upset, and that sort of gloom had been following her around for weeks. She must have missed Jax, he thought, like he had missed her when she had left him to go on her long walk with AJ. Septimus had bought time rolling around in the snow, knowing the clever bird would have something in mind. She always did. He liked that. When her deed was done, he flipped onto his paws and bounded a few meters away from Adriana, ready to watch the scene unfold and well aware that he shouldn't be in the angry human's way.

The sudden smack of frozen substance against the back of Adriana's neck made her gasp and yelp simultaneously. Her hand flew to the spot where her skin had already begun to sting from the contact. It hurt, and the anger that resulted in her was entirely natural. She spun around in search of the culprit and when her eyes landed on Jax-- oh boy did that anger flare up. Not only had he (presumably) hit her from behind with a fistful of snow, but he had been intentionally avoiding her since... that. Of course, she had been avoiding him just as well. It was the silence between them that made her furious. They had known each other for twenty years, and hardly within those twenty years had they been this aloof towards one another. She thought they were more than simply two lifelong neighbors. They had an odd sort of frenemyship that she relied upon heavily, and it wasn't until their relationship had come under such strain that she had realized just how desperately she needed him in her life. And Adriana loathed nothing more than feeling dependent upon another individual, especially one as irksome as Jackson Karavadra.

"Really?!" She yelled at him from where she stood, hands in such tight fists that she could feel her nails penetrating skin. She made a short advance, a few steps, before she halted in momentary control of her rampage. "After all this fucking time, that's--" her muscles loosened, then tensed again. With shut eyes and a clenched jaw, she channeled a heavy breath... then those eyes snapped open again, and even at the distance between them, the relentless fury was clear. "You're a dead man, Jackson Karavadra!" Instantly, the daughter of Mars swooped down to pack together a dense ball of snow and hurled it directly at his face, putting all of her strength behind the pitch. She didn't care how fast or hard it hit. If it broke his nose-- good. He deserved it.

A Latin curse fell from Jax’s lips as Adriana turned on him and her words reached his ears. He knew well enough by now every single form of anger the daughter of Mars could exhibit, and though this wasn’t an entirely murderous form... it was certainly not one of the calmer ones. Most likely, Adriana wouldn’t be satisfied until she had his blood. Perhaps he was being over-dramatic, but he couldn’t help but be when Adriana insisted on reacting so fiercely. Vainly, he attempted to explain. “Adri, wait! It wasn’t--” But his words were cut off as a snowball came into his vision, hurled at an alarming rate. He only just managed to keep it from hitting his face, though it smashed into the side of his neck instead. Instantly a shiver ran down his spine as the coldness of the snow cut into his skin. The fact that he tended to run hot didn’t help to make the new icy sensation feel any more bearable, the contrast in temperature seeming even greater because of it.

He’d tried for a single moment to prevent World War III from happening, but as the snow melted onto him, he knew all intentions of solving this like adults was off the table. “Fuck it,” he said before bending down to collect the snow at his feet into a tightly packed ball. But just then Nashira seemed to return from nowhere, collecting more snow from the ground and dropping it squarely on top of Jax’s head. “Oh, come on!” he yelled towards the bird, and once again Nash was sent to cackling her strange bird laugh. He began to dart around in an attempt to make hitting him more difficult, and waited until there was a good moment to fling his own snowball towards Adriana at a speed far greater than would be seen in any regular snow fight. He yelled back to her, “That’s strange! I’m entirely certain that I’m still alive and breathing!”

Jax may have dodged her frozen projectile for the most part, but that scrape of it that did hit had Adriana grinning in a sort of twisted satisfaction by violence. She couldn't beat down that rage. The snow was no match to the fire that had come to possess her heart and mind. It was blind and ferocious, and when Jax reciprocated her shot, the thrill of an official fight charged her with a dangerous energy.

His snowball was fast, but so was she. Adriana ducked, dodging it by an inch. Then she broke into a run, still lower to the ground as she scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it at him with the added momentum of springing back to her full height. "You're a real dick, you know that?" The daughter of Mars couldn't withhold her words when she could hardly control her anger. Another snowball was pitched in his direction between shouts. "Don't get used to it! You're already heartless anyway! It won't take much to drop your dead ass in the snow!”

This time he was ready for her throw, and the duck and subsequent roll he went into carried him safely out of the snowball’s way. While he was rolling, he scooped another ball of snow from the ground, flinging it towards Adriana with deadly accuracy and velocity as he came out of his maneuver on the ground. In the next instant he was standing once more. Her words only further confirmed his suspicion of her being pissed, though he wasn’t entirely certain what he’d done wrong. “Tell me something I don’t know!” Perhaps his sense of self-preservation should keep him from egging on Adriana’s anger, but it had never been that way between them.

Jax could guess that her anger most likely had to do with their last ‘meeting,’ but as far as he knew, Adriana had wanted him just as much as he’d wanted her. Yes, he’d been avoiding her, but hadn’t she been avoiding him too? Though now that he thought of it... how could he know whether or not she’d been avoiding him when he hadn’t even given her the chance to approach him? “I’m sure the snow would love that! Not everyday someone gets to be sat on by Jax Karavadra!” The distance between them made shouting necessary, and he packed yet another snowball into his palm.

Adriana didn't quite dodge Jax's snowball this time. She slid aside a second too late and her shoulder took the brunt of the hit. The thickness of her sweater cushioned the blow somewhat, but the pain still rattled through her bones and again escalated her emotion. She retaliated instantly with an even stronger, faster pitch. The angrier she got, the more power she possessed.

Adriana wasn't angry about what they'd done; she was angry about the aftermath. They had both been avoiding each other, but a part of her had been wishing for him to overcome that avoidance. Jax was one of very few people she trusted, and out of everyone she knew, it was likely that he knew her best-- but not in entirety. Just the thought of losing him over something so... natural had left her frustrated and alone, even if she presented herself otherwise. "With a narcissistic attitude like that, you might as well go fuck a mirror! Clearly you care far more about yourself than anyone else!" She had stopped moving to yell at him this time, her breath made heavier by exertion and rage. After a few breaths, she produced a shrill whistle that called Septimus to attention.

The dog sat up straight and alert, ears pointed and ready to receive a command. "Septimus, braccare." He bolted into action without hesitation. Running straight for Jax, the canine growled, aiming for intimidation. But he didn't attack Jax. Instead, he began to corral the man with a vicious series of barks and feigned nips at his ankles. They were trying to drive him closer to Adri, who planned to smack him in the face with a snowball so hard he'd be seeing stars for a month. Her throws would be far more deadly at close range.

Another curse tumbled from him as he recognized the command Adriana had given Septimus. Normally, he had a rather soft spot for the dog, but having the canine nipping at his every step was currently not the cutest thing the German shepherd had ever done. It was obvious to see what endeavor the two were trying to achieve as he was forced closer and closer to Adriana. There was really no avoiding the dog unless Jax wanted to kick him away, or let himself get bit. The first option was utterly repulsive to him, while the second... was just something he’d rather not have to deal with. He could sense Nash circling above, and called out to the bird via the mental connection they shared. “Do you mind doing something useful for once in your life?!” The dark bird flew lower, as if considering the idea before finally making a sound that would be the same as a human sigh if Nashira was flesh and bone rather than mostly feathers. But her answer came back soon after. “Fine.”

This time, the snow that the raven scooped up went directly towards Septimus as she tried to hit the dog with her snow bombs, hopefully giving Jax a temporary reprieve and the ability to gain some sort of upper hand. He flung his other snowball at Adriana. They were considerably closer than before, so his aim would most likely be truer... but so would hers. He’d already opened his mouth to make a smart reply in her direction, but it was her mention of not caring for anyone that had him second guessing it. Did Adriana think he didn’t care? It was a word he didn’t extend to many, but obviously she should realize that by now, after their twenty something years of being friends, or rivals, or whatever they were there would be more than indifference between them. “Is that what this is about?” he called back.

Septimus liked the snow, but he did not like having it dropped on his head. Yelping and stopping in his tracks, he shook the frosty powder from his fur and snorted grumpily at the raven flying above. He'd played his part. Now they could wait and see what transpired between their two humans.

There remained a distance between Adriana and Jax, but it was considerably lessened by Septimus' efforts. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. Drawing him closer for a more accurate blow had sounded better in theory-- only, now that their contact was nearing, the tension was tighter. Adriana developed a strain in her breath. Her glare was no less passionate, yet a slight tremble crept into those flames. Gods. He made her unsteady in a way that her Invidian blood was useless to combat. And she loathed him for it.

Though she ducked and rolled backwards, the cold rush of his hit scraped along her back. She cursed as the impact set in. Her hands were already numb, lacking any sort of protection from the snow's touch, but she didn't care. She could ignore that pain in focusing on another. "What else would it be about?" She snapped at him before her tone crescendoed into a semi-scream. "We haven't spoken in a month! You couldn't even look me in the eye! What do you expect me to think about that?!" Thoughtlessly, she flung a freshly constructed snowball at his stomach.

Jax could afford a small sigh of relief when Septimus finished his pursuit of the man, but that didn’t mean he was happy about how close the dog had managed to get him to Adriana. At least, that’s what the practical portion of his mind was saying. The other half, the half that had pushed him wholeheartedly into kissing Adriana when she had pulled him down on that fateful day nearly a month ago was rejoicing. He hadn’t been this close to Adriana since that day, and it almost felt as if his body was propelling itself forwards towards her of its own accord, as if they were opposite sides of a magnet-- unable to fight whatever inexplicable pull was telling him not to bother with avoiding the snowball... with avoiding Adriana.

He’d been fighting it for a month now, and as he saw the snow gathered in the daughter of Mars’ hair, the white of it making an all enrapturing contrast between the flakes and her auburn locks, for once in his life he decided to stop fighting. It seemed that all he’d been doing as of late was fighting. Fighting with Cat. Almost fighting with Leo. Fighting with Lina when he was doing his best to act as if they weren’t fighting. Fighting with everyone at the Centurion dinner. He was tired of it. Certainly, just this once, he could afford to let the side of himself he never let win have its way. And the way it wanted in this moment was Adriana, though he couldn’t explain exactly how it wanted her. So as he let the snowball hit him and the pain sting through his gut, he let out a grunt and stopped fighting-- though he would refuse to call it a surrender.

He wouldn’t throw any more snowballs. He wouldn’t keep up with this ridiculous attempt to slide away from Adriana’s gaze and out of her path. Jax let the momentum of the tug she had on him continue to pull him forwards, telling himself that he was doing this because it was the sensible thing to do. If he was close enough to her, there would be no space between them for snowballs to fly. And he was planning on getting close. Such was obvious as he barreled straight into her, his arms moving to wrap their way around her and twisting at the last moment to make sure they’d fall on their sides, rather than her having to bear the full weight of him taking her to the ground with him. But a second later he was turning once more, trying to get her under him and pin her hands above her head, not trusting her to not resort to hitting him. “Adri,” he started calmly and sincerely, his breath showing cloudy and warm in the chilly air as his face hovered above hers. And for a single second he was thrown back to that moment when the nickname had slipped through his lips as he’d caught her under a tree and the moon soon after the Senate Fire. It had been the first time in ages, and it seemed that once it had started again... he couldn’t stop. “Adri,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean to make you think that, okay?” The heightened emotion of her last yells had told him that something was seriously wrong. Now that he’d heard the things she’d been yelling, the words about him not caring were echoing in his head. That had to be what was really happening, right? Though he couldn’t imagine why Adriana was so concerned with whether or not he cared. “I just didn’t-- I was confused. And there’s been so much going on.” It was likely the most sincere he’d ever been with the daughter of Mars, and the closet he’d ever come to admitting he cared.

After she had loosed her most recent throw, Adriana had locked herself in place. There was no suggestion of further offensive or evasion. She stood there with only that glare and the rise and fall of her shoulders on heavy breath to indicate that she remained poised to fight. That's what she was made for, wasn't it? She couldn't back down now, not when she had the upper hand. Yet, as she waited for him to retaliate to her hit and he didn't, she let her guard down. Why wasn't he fighting back?

Apparently, she had assessed him too soon. By the time she tried to turn on her heel, his arms were already around her and he tackled both of them to the ground, resulting in a yelp from the daughter of Mars. Despite the pillowy look of the snow, their landing was not as soft as anticipated. She was still recovering from the shock of it when Jax moved to pin her down. He got a hold of her hands alright, but that didn't keep her from squirming and kicking-- she was pretty sure she jabbed him in the hip because she felt the familiar impact of bone on bone ring through her knee. "Jax! Gods! Let me go! Fucking- inferna--" She was growling at him, throwing Latin curses, not much quieter than she'd been shouting, so she hadn't registered the first time he called her by the nickname he'd neglected for ages. Consciously, anyway. It must have reached her in some way, however-- because the moment he'd gotten her trapped more steadily and repeated that name, she ceased her struggle, and what's more, all of her will to defy him disappeared from her eyes.

Even if she was made to fight, she didn't want to. It was a reflex that took physical restraint to calm, and Jax knew that. He'd known it for years. As soon as he broke through her anger, the cold hit her all at once, leaving her winded as if her chest had been struck with blunt force. His clouds of breath were alone between them and the faint warmth they supplied kept her eyes staring diligently into his gaze. The words that he spoke sent a new chill down her spine. Finally, a tiny puff of breath formed at her lips. "I'm sorry," she whispered on a strained voice, a tired voice. "I've just been so angry, I couldn't--" Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment to blink away the memory just before his own recollection -- that ridiculous offer of a dance in the midst of ruin. Because that was what this felt like. She hadn't known what it was then and she didn't want to know what it was now. Their world was in too great of a mess for their own to add to it. "I thought it would be easier. I was wrong. Jax, I can't go on like this..." It didn't matter how she felt; Adriana needed him back. As an ally. As a friend-- or, whatever they were. Especially when everything was falling apart around them. Neither of them would admit it to the other, but there was no question about it-- they worked better together than they ever did alone.

The kick of hers that connected with his hip was still vaguely throbbing, though the pain of it was quickly fading as his focus went entirely to Adriana. With how close they were, he could almost make out every individual fleck of gold in her eyes, and for a moment he was wondering how long it would take to count them all. Now that they had both stilled, Jax could see that the snowflakes hadn’t limited themselves to landing on her hair. There were a few caught in the lashes of her eyes, and for a reason he wasn’t entirely sure was unrelated, the smallest smile began to grow on his lips. He shouldn’t be smiling in a situation such as this, not when a guilt was quickly rising in him for having inadvertently built Adriana to this state of screwing her eyes shut and apologizing for things he most likely should be saying sorry for as well. “We’re both idiots,” he offered as a means of taking the blame from her. “That’s why we get along so well,” he teased, quite obviously referring to the fact that they hadn’t been able to go any more than a half hour without dispatching sharp and smart quips to one another since the woman beneath him had been four.

Jax could only ignore their position for so long when the cold of the air and their recent exertion had turned Adriana’s cheeks, nose, and lips a flushed pink. I thought it would be easier, she’d said with that enticingly rosy mouth. “It doesn’t have to be difficult,” he answered quietly, not entirely certain if his next move would be something that was welcomed. But she’d taken the leap of faith last time, even if the initial meeting of their lips had been his fault. Though, could it really be considered a fault when it had resulted in the moments that had followed? The moment they were sharing now? With his heart beating fast in his chest, for once his mind seemed to grow quiet as he closed the short distance between them, and one of his hands slipped to her chin, tilting her face upwards towards him. Jax looked at her for one more moment, savoring the picture she made before his lips captured hers in a sweeter kiss than they’d shared before. His ever-present voice of reason was silent in that moment. He didn’t need to think to do something that felt so natural as kissing Adriana here and now.

There was a long moment when she was lying there, catching her breath, that he just looked at her, and for the most unfathomable reason, she found herself entranced by him. It was the oddest sensation -- they were looking straight at each other, and yet, their focus wasn't entirely on the person above or below them, but on their features. Adri had memorized what Jax looked like -- the color of his hair, where every scar was, how he dressed. Those standards had developed over years of companionship. As close as she was to him now, she was intrigued by all of the little details she hadn't recognized before. His eyes had always been dark from a distance, most automatically assumed black, but they weren't. They were still dark, only rather than solid black, there were sheens of deep browns and shimmers of russet softening his gaze, which she never would have noted otherwise. And as if that wasn't fascinating enough, she found herself staring into her own eyes through his. His eyes actually reflected light, and the flecks of gold in her eyes were exactly the sort that shone back. She could have laid there all day just studying every new pigment she discovered. But there was a shift in his focus, however minute, to her lashes, which released Adriana from her daze. It was his growing smile that then caught her attention. "What--?" She blinked at him, perplexed, and bashfully attempted to escape being the source of that expression. "What?" His smile was infectious, however, and though she was avoiding his gaze at the time, that didn't stop a helpless little smile of her own from breaking out. The quietest laugh bubbled up thanks to his tease. "Yeah," her head tilted back with a roll of eyes. "So well."

“It doesn’t have to be difficult.”

Jax had done it again, summoned her attention. Her tiny laugh had died off and her eyes were back on his. She sensed where this was going. No, she knew where this was going. Her heart was racing, pumping warmth into her veins and preparing her for the inevitable. When he cupped her chin, there was no further question, but she didn't reach for him this time. She wanted to see what he would do, how he would do it. She needed some way of telling whether or not what he wanted and what she wanted were truly the same thing.

Adriana melted into his kiss. It was soft and warm-- not what she would have tagged him for, but brilliantly just- perfect. Her hands, no longer needing restraint, found a home, one at the side of his neck and the other at his cheek. The latter brushed along his skin, intent on resting behind his ear, but every appendage was trembling in the cold, numb to the touch, though she didn't seem to care. She was still catching up on her breath, so she stole some of his from directly between his lips, in essence leaning upwards into his kiss of her own volition. However, when that breath she had stolen was exhaled, she pulled her lips free, leaving them to hover just a fraction away, finding new contact where her forehead touched his brow and their noses brushed ever so slightly. "Then it won't be," she whispered against his lips, blinking her eyes open for the brief pause of conversation. What they revealed this time was far gentler than their previous encounter. They shared agreement, understanding, and want-- but rooted in the need for comfort and companionship, not the sheer, untamed physical lust that they had experienced before. She was... happy? To have him back. To have someone she trusted back on her side. And there was more to it-- but she didn't feel like exploring the deep emotional depths of her soul would be wise at the present time.

Her smile and laugh had been two of the sweetest things he’d witnessed since... he wasn’t actually entirely sure of when he’d last beheld something so bewitching. Jax had rarely been a person to see the beauty in things. No. He’d always been the one to see things clearly, hold things in his mind’s eye for exactly what they were. But now, the strangest phenomena had begun to occur, and it seemed that his mind’s eye and his physical sights were overlapping, leaving him to only see the version of Adriana that was... radiant.

The instant she’d broken away from him, he was already wondering when it was he would next be able to return to her lips, though the feeling of her speaking against him added yet another layer to his want for her. It was the strangest thing-- Jax had been confident he knew nearly every in and out of Adriana and who she was, was familiar with every angle she could possibly be viewed from. Yet as they lay there in the snow, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was uncovering an entirely new facet of her. It was almost as if he were meeting her anew once more, revealing a part of her he’d never had privy to knowing before, and being entirely gratified for the chance to learn it.

Once more her eyes blinked open, and there was a split second in which he had forgotten what it was he’d been thinking of. It was a moment of connection, nothing more than two spirits meeting through what people always claimed were the windows to the soul. The encounter was fleeting, yet full-- the simple eye-contact making for the sensation of recognition between one another... and companionship.

What finally awoke him from his state was the final realization that the places where Adriana touched him were distinctly cold, not to mention he’d caught on to the shivering that was making its way through her body. And it wasn’t the same shivering he’d found her to exhibit when he did something particularly delicious to her with his hands or lips. Begrudgingly forsaking his wish to take her lips in his once more, he instead clasped her hands in his, bring the icy skin to his lips and breathing his warm breath over them, going so far as to experimentally kiss the tips of them. He’d never wanted to kiss someone's fingertips before, but he was done questioning the things he wanted to do. Ignoring the more practical voice in his head was what had gotten him to this point. Whatever this newfound part of him was doing, it hadn’t steered him wrong yet. A moment later he enveloped her smaller hands entirely in his, trying to provide as much warmth as he could.

“You know, if you wanted to turn into a popsicle there are faster ways to do it.” As soon as he’d spoken the words, a nervousness gripped him. Would him speaking somehow ruin whatever it was that had fallen over them? But teasing one another was simply a part of who they were, and though it wasn’t obvious-- anyone who knew him well would know it was simply his way of caring, hinting that perhaps they should get her into the warmth of indoors. He didn’t want Adriana to freeze out here, no matter how much he might want to stay and kiss her until they were warm enough not to feel the cold.

The development between them was keeping Adriana on her toes, alert so as not to miss a single detail. She was rediscovering Jax by the second. The way he spoke, looked, and acted towards her were shifting rapidly in the wake of this wintery event. She was hopelessly caught by curiosity, suddenly eager to show the private sides of herself that not even he had seen before just to get a new reaction from him. There was no sense in playing with all that now, however. She wanted to spread out that intrigue-- wanted to be cautious. Because despite the evolving status of her heart, she had been raised to avoid feelings at all costs, especially those that might lead to an emotion as obstructing as love.

Yet, when Jax took her hands to warm them, she decided to break the rules for the rest of the day. She'd never had her hands kissed before, besides in the polite greetings of certain local gentlemen. It wasn't a gesture she had heard of either, much less witnessed. But, she found it impossibly endearing-- which was a bizarre term to be associated with Jax. Another small smile and a redder coloring of her cheeks graced her features as a few spots of sensation gradually returned to her hands. The cold remained no less numbing, though. The longer she was out here in a lack of appropriate winter clothing, the more likely she was to fall ill from her exposure to the frigid weather.

"Well, considering I've lost feeling in my hands and feet, I think I'm already about halfway there. Seems like pretty good timing to me." That smile of hers curled into a teasing grin, one that he'd seen many a time but with a more lighthearted gleam in her eye than ever before. What they had stumbled into wasn't going to go away just because their lips weren't locked. Adriana was convinced of that. They had been apart for too long for this momentum to slow down. Perhaps they were making up for lost time. "But we should probably head inside before I really start freezing to death.”

A small sigh fell from his lips, knowing that this particular moment in the snow was coming to an end. But perhaps it wouldn’t truly be coming to a close, he planned on giving the promise that there would be more kisses to share... amongst other activities. His eyes rolled as she mentioned her icy extremities, and a faint prickle of frustration made itself known in his chest. If he’d taken the time to analyze it, he would have realized that it was the concern that comes over a person when someone they care about was doing something that wasn’t in their best interest. Instead, he simply said, “Don’t worry. I know some foolproof ways of warming you up,” with his nearly trademark smirk, it being all too obvious exactly what it was he might be referring to.

But before he rose from the snow, Jax took the scarf from around his neck to wrap it around Adriana’s hands. Hopefully that would help to warm them, though he’d rather enjoyed holding them. Of course, he couldn’t help but to ruin the sentiment with a comment. “Kinky, huh?” He lay there for a single moment more, giving Adriana one more brief, but warm kiss, wishing that he could find a way for them to live in this little moment for at least a while longer. Unfortunately, time insisted on rolling forth, and he wanted to get Adriana in out of the cold. Rising to his feet, once he was upright he bent down to retrieve Adriana. At first it seemed as if he would be lifting her into his arms to hold her as he had the night he’d carried her to the infirmary-- but instead he kept on going, attempting to throw her over his shoulder in a tease. “Maybe Septimus didn’t bring anything back from his hunt,” he teased, referring to the command she’d given the dog earlier, “but I got rather lucky with sacking a doe.”

His smirk alone would have told Adri exactly where this was headed. Not that she was surprised. Or that she would refuse. But, the cliché content of his teases had her rolling her eyes. He drew a snort and brief laugh of pure sarcasm from her with his scarf trick, also. "Mhm. Right. Kinky as hell. Very original." Then he kissed her again, the warmth of his lips tempting her to just stay here and continue what they had already started. It was all too easy to get distracted from outside threats like temperature when she was so lost in such a needed moment. However, it really was cold, and while the scarf around her hands was a relief, it wasn't nearly enough to warm her up properly.

She had sat up already by the time Jax bent down to retrieve her, intending to make the lift slightly easier-- not that he required any assistance. Being thrown over his shoulder rather than carried, though... needless to say, she wasn't the biggest fan. "Oh no, don't you dare--" It was a tease, of course. She knew that. Mostly. Maybe? Whatever the case, as she tried to kick him in the front to be released, the playful, annoyed laughter they had often shared as kids sounded on the winter air. "Come on! Jax! Ugh--" Despite the fact that it couldn’t be seen, her shift in tone indicated that she was pouting at his clear reference to another childhood phenomenon, "I am not a deer."

Jax couldn’t resist the amused laugh that fell from him as Adriana’s own cut through the icy air, and he swore for a moment it seemed to warm him through the wind and cold of the weather. Though he refused to admit it, there was something incredibly cute about the way she insisted on pouting while he had her slung over his shoulder. He really was enjoying the tease he had managed to implement, but alas-- he wasn’t all that fond of being kicked by Adriana, and he’d most likely already had enough from her to last his entire lifetime. Reluctantly he shifted her once more, holding her in his arms bridal style rather than returning-from-a-hunt style. “Sure you aren’t, Bambi.” Again, it was a nickname he hadn’t used for her in quite while-- most likely since they’d been children running wild. But he couldn't’ resist the joke. At least hopefully she would stop kicking him in this position.

His feet began to carry them back to his Centurion room in the First Cohort, knowing that it would be warm enough amongst his rather ridiculous amount of pillows and blankets, in addition to the fireplace. “Anyway. We have to warm you up.” Again his smirk slid across his lips. “And we all know the first step to combating hypothermia is getting you out of those wet clothes. One way or another.” With that he continued his trek across the snow, his pace quickening in the slightest. He couldn’t deny he was eager to finally get to his room, though he was certain the sparkling memory of this particular snow encounter would be one he’d be treasuring for an amount of time he was reluctant to admit.

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Sweat and Sacrifice (SoftDark!Steve x Reader) p5

Summary: You decide to meet face to face for the first time on Christmas at a football game, and it’s not what you expected.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, fingering. (Woo sexy times!)

Notes: This is the end, it’s a tiny bit longer than previous chapters but it’s done and I tried not to drag it out any longer. Haha thank you to everyone who has read and commented!! This was my longest series yet and the first one I posted before finishing, so thanks for your patience and encouragement with each chapter 😊 means a lot to me! 💕

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Cap doesn’t do anything at half speed.

Peters words from that fateful day float through your mind as you process the expensive leather seats and pristine interior of the small private jet. Steve wasn’t joking, there is a small Louis Vuitton weekend bag with a couple outfits, a makeup bag and some other essentials perfectly tailored to you. A pair of cute black snow boots and a warm Burberry winter coat hang in the small closet in your exact size.

“Where are we going this time?” You ask after getting dressed and settling on the couch seat next to him.

“I’m giving you the ultimate spa-retreat and then we’ll be back in time to celebrate New Years in the city.”

The ‘ultimate spa retreat’ ends up being a trip to a luxurious hotel suite in Iceland. The landscape is frigid and rough but in a stunningly ethereal sort of way. The room is simple, modern, with high end finishes that highlight the view of a private enclave of the gorgeous steaming blue lagoon surrounded by walls of volcanic rock.

Steve pulls out a white bikini from his bag, letting the string-like material hang from a single finger as he slowly strolls over to you with a devious look in his eye.

“For you,” he winks and drops it into your fumbling hands.

He begins to undress, proudly strutting about the room half naked until he’s down to his briefs and you can’t help the way your mouth salivates at the sight of him. Your eyes linger on the perfect curve of his ass in the tight underwear and he looks over his shoulder at you as he eases them down and laughs when you look away in embarrassment.

“Still so coy, so cute,” he chuckles as he walks toward you completely naked, his cock already half hard.

You clear your throat as you feel the thin silky material of the bathing suit, hesitant to put it on. Bathing suits have never been your favorite thing. Steve grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging it up until you have no choice but to lift your arms and allow him to undress you.

You stand before each other bare and practically humming with anticipation when he grabs your hand and turns toward the sliding door. You gasp as the cold air bites at your skin, your nipples hardening instantly and you shiver as he pulls you quickly down the nearby steps into the hot milky blue water.

“Oh god,” you sigh as the warmth of the enriched mineral water envelops you.

The lagoon is magical, the misty water and steam swirling atop it prevent you from seeing anything a few inches below the surface. Even though the winter air is just as frigid as you’d expect, the water keeps you comfortable, better than any blanket or hot tub you’ve ever experienced. Steve loops his arms around your hips, drawing you in close as he lowers himself up to his shoulders to keep himself warm.

“You’re right, naked is better,” he bites his lip and your eye lids flutter as his hand slips to cup your cunt.

Without warning he presses two fingers into your entrance and you gasp at the sudden sensation. His impatience on display more than ever as he curls his fingers, rubbing over the little spot within you that makes your legs go weak. The water helps you float as he works his fingers into you roughly. You grab his wrist as you start to hump his hand desperately, unashamed of how quickly he can render you a needy mess.

Your other arm hangs onto his shoulder, your lips dragging over the skin of his neck and shoulders, kissing him as your orgasm builds.

“That’s it baby,” he coos. “Relax, that’s why we’re here… I want to make you feel good… it’s all about you, sweetheart… want you so bad… I ache for you... I can’t believe that you’re mine.” His voice gets grisly and deep as your unrestrained moans get pitchy.

You come with a squeak and bite his shoulder as your walls clench and relax around his fingers and he slows down, easing out of you with a satisfied hum.

“That was sexy,” he whispers as he watches you struggle to stay grounded. “But I don’t think one is gonna cut it.”

He grabs your thighs and hooks them on his hips, fondling your ass as he carries you to a deeper spot until he has you both submerged enough to keep you warm. His hard cock pressing against your pelvis until he stops and locks eyes with you.

He lifts you easily, the salt-rich water making you especially buoyant. The water swishes around you, as he pokes around trying to find your already swollen cunt.

You let out a puffy breath and curl your hips until he finds the right spot and slides in completely. You both sigh, relaxing into the feel of each other. He stays there, buried deep, his urgency from moments ago temporarily sated as he basks in the overwhelming pleasure of you snug around him.

You feel a cold drop kiss your cheek and you look up to see large flakes of snow float down around you, melting instantly as they meet the steam.

“Oh my…” you gasp at the beauty of it. It’s serene and romantic, unlike any experience you could ever imagine, better than any dream.

Steve hums and kisses up your neck, delighted by the starry look in your eyes. He slowly picks you up and drops you back down, drawing your attention back to him. He goes slow, sensing the need for a more sensual fucking rather than a rough pounding… for now at least.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so perfect for me. You’re so gorgeous,” he praises. “Tell me you’re mine.”

You whimper and whisper breathily, “I’m yours.”

His lustful groans fill your ears as your orgasm builds again. Throwing your head back in delight, he lets you go, the water keeping your upper body afloat as he grunts and his hips stutter at his completion. You stay in the cloudy water until your hands are wrinkled and you both get hungry.

You escape to the water several more times in those two days, taking breaks to order room service and schedule a couples massage. Once again you lose yourself in the fantasy of his presence and the impossibly perfect life he offers you.

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On the flight home you cuddle close, resting your head on his hulking chest, drifting off the the rhythmic sound of his steady heartbeat as he holds you tight.

“Cupcake,” Steve voice lilts, drawing you from your quiet slumber.

You groan, and wipe the trickle of drool from the corner of your mouth, “I thought we agreed no nicknames.”

He laughs in your ear and kisses your temple, “we just landed. I, unfortunately, have to go to a team meeting and show my face for a couple hours at practice. But I set you up with a suite downtown and my assistant is going to take you shopping for a dress for tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, it’s New Years Eve! I’m taking you to a big party, introduce you to some of the team and then tomorrow I want you to come to the game.”

“You’re going to party the night before a game?” You ask groggily.

“Well I won’t be drinking much and it’s the night game so I should be ok,” he smirks.

“Okay,” you nod as you sit up and let him lead you out the plane and down the short flight of steps to the tarmac.

“Ah, Natasha,” Steve greets the petite redhead in a tight black suit waiting by the cars and pulls you forward to show you off. “This is my girl,” he beams at you, “I’m trusting you to get her all nice and ready for the big party tonight. Spare no expense.”

He gives you a sweet soft kiss and nods to his assistant before jogging over to the other car awaiting him.

You feel a bit blindsided at his sudden departure and shift awkwardly as you notice Natasha staring at you with a wry smile. Her eyes flick down your body and a subtle tweak of her brow gives away her less-than-impressed impression of you.

“Sorry, I’m probably not exactly dressed for a big shopping day. This was actually the only clean outfit I had left… maybe we should just skip this and you can take me home, I’m sure I can get ready just fine there.”

You don’t know why, but you feel like you are wasting her time. Her amused expression puts you on edge, her keen eyes taking in every flaw and nervous tick with silent judgement. Only when you quit fidgeting, your brows narrowing as you wait for her to say something, does she finally speak.

“You look fine. Now let’s get you ready. Big night ahead,” she says flatly with a polite smile as she waves you toward the door.

As you slide in the car and listen to her bark directions at the driver, you feel suddenly out of place, preferring Peters goofy energy over Natasha’s sharp silence and sardonic quips.

The shopping trip is brutal. Natasha’s all business as she marches you around the city. Your first stop is at a spa for a shower and a facial, before swiftly moving on to your least favorite part of the day, waxing. They did everywhere, tutting at your reluctance for certain areas until you finally just give in. Then comes the manicure, pedicure, hair stylist and professional make up artist.

By the late afternoon you are finally finished, poked and prodded until you start to feel more like a doll than a human being. The makeup is heavy and the dress Natasha approved of is far more revealing than you are comfortable with. It is going to be a challenge to meet people and act normally when you barely recognize yourself.

Here. Meet you in the lobby – Steve

You slip on your overpriced shoes and take one last glance in the mirror, you imagine this is what it feels like to go to a red carpet event. Just the thought makes you nervous, all those eyes on you, taking your picture, asking you intrusive questions. Steadying yourself with a few deep breaths, you focus all your energy into not embarrassing yourself as you ride the elevator down.

The elevator opens to the glowing golden lobby and your eyes land on Steve instantly. Leaning against the back of one of the lobby couches, his long legs crossed casually as he chats to a man next to him, unaware of your presence. He wears a dark blue tux, with black shoes and a black bow tie. He looks every bit out of your league as you predicted and your ankle wobbles nervously as you slowly walk toward him.

The clack of your heels draws his attention and you watch his mouth hang open mid sentence as his eyes greedily take in every inch of you. His eyes meet yours and he beams brightly. Speechless, as you finally near him and shrug at the accumulation of the day, hoping it’s good enough.

“Princess… wow,” he laughs at the way you scowl at the new nickname. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Heat fills your cheeks and you try to temper the giddiness his praise brings. You smile and allow him to pull you in for a kiss.

“You’re going to be the envy of the party,” he says, playing with the short hem of your dress, “isn’t she Buck?”

You only just notice the other man in an all black suit and tie, standing only a couple paces away, running his hand through his long brown locks as he checks you out.

“Sure does clean up nicely,” he nods with a wink before gesturing toward the turn-style glass door. “Better get going.”

Steve stands and hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you follow Bucky out to the limousine. Inside, Bucky is quick to pop open a bottle of champagne, encouraging you to ‘loosen up’ before you get there.

“If she’s this nervous around me, I can’t wait to see how she does around Tony,” Bucky quips, throwing back a shot of whiskey.

“Take it easy, Buck. She’s new to this, but she taken everything I’ve thrown at her so far,” Steve says with a smirk and softly squeezes your hand.

“I’ll bet she has,” Bucky winks, eyes flicking down to your legs suggestively.

“Do you have a date tonight, Bucky?” You dare to ask.

“Why? You offering?” Bucky teases and Steve’s grip on your hand tightens as he scowls at his friend. “Just messing, big guy. Don’t need a date where we’re going, doll.”

You lock your jaw, biting back any rash insults or admissions that might disappoint Steve. You want to make a good impression with his friends and silence seems to be the best strategy for now. Hopefully, getting dragged around like this starts to get easier soon.

The club doors are glass, leading to a private elevator, membership entrance only, the large bouncers make sure of that. They open the doors instantly at the sight of Bucky and Steve, the bouncer greeting each by name with a knowing handshake. You ride up the elevator, the familiar bunny-head design printed on the custom carpet gives you a clue where you are before the doors open.

“Party’s here!” Bucky bellows as he steps out of the elevator into the room full of people who all cheer when they see him.

The swanky private club is filled with large men in designer clothes and curvaceous women in tights, stilettos and corsets. The round cotton balls pinned to their asses and their rabbit ear headbands confirm your suspicion. This is the playboy club.

Bucky disappears into the crowd immediately while you lean in to Steve’s side as he confidently mingles with his fellow teammates. He introduces you to several players, some more polite than others. The play boy bunnies shoot you envious looks as you cling to Steve arm, terrified of being left alone in this daunting crowd.

The women are gorgeous and the men are overly-friendly, which only gets worse as the alcohol settles in. This is beyond your comfort zone, and your new focus is on making it through the night. Finally, after making the rounds and countless introductions, Steve leads you to a booth in the corner and a bunny waitress comes by with a tray of drinks and appetizers.

You sit with a relieved sigh, thankful to let your feet rest for a minute. Steve pulls you close and nuzzles your temple, “doing ok, baby?”

You roll your eyes at the name but nod, the music and loud crowd make it hard to have any real sort of conversation.

“Rogers!” an unfamiliar voice booms.

You turn to see a ostentatious man in a shiny maroon suit and gold rimmed aviators step out from the crowd, the silver streaks in his hair matching his peppered goatee. Two drunken girls giggle adoringly as they drape themselves over him. He slide into the booth next to Steve who smiles and greets him with a nod.

“Tony,” he says in amusement.

“You ladies know this stud don’t you? My golden goose, my superstar, my money maker, the incomparable Steven Rogers!” He announces dramatically to his female companions.

The girls ooh and ah as they extend their hands and introduce themselves with sultry “hi”s to Steve who smiles politely and says hello.

“Not going too hard tonight, I hope. I need you ready to kick ass tomorrow, playoffs just around the corner!” Tony lectures.

Steve shakes his head, “no, not too hard, three drinks max. Mostly wanted to come and introduce everyone to my girl here.” Steve looks to you expectantly.

You offer your name and a small wave while Tony eyes you skeptically and smirks without saying anything. He looks back to Steve with a wry smile, “drinks aren’t the only thing that can exhaust you, Rogers.”

Your face heats at the joke and you squirm in your seat as Tony takes another minute to scan you more thoroughly.

“I know my limits,” Steve returns in good humor.

Tony guffaws, “there aren’t many from what I’ve seen.”

He slaps Steve on the shoulder and throws you a wink before excusing himself, his entourage pouting as they reluctantly leave Steve’s side to follow Tony.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

“Tony Stark, billionaire, philanthropist, playboy and owner of the team,” Steve muses.

“Oh,” you nod and Steve frowns at your less-than-jovial expression.

“You ok?” he asks.

“Fine,” you nod with a fake smile, trying to hide the anxiety that seems to have come out of nowhere. “Is there a ladies room around here?”

His eyes narrow but he eventually nods and points you to the small hall with the neon sign overhead. You give him a kiss on the cheek and rush off to the restroom. The heavy door slams behind you, muffling the noise and you let out a relieved breath at the moment of silence. Your eyes close as you lean against the cool door and try to compose yourself.

“You ok there, honey?”

You jump at the sweet voice of the girl exiting the stall and nod, “yeah, sorry. I just… needed a moment.”

“Yeah the boys tend to get a bit rowdy here, especially this lot,” she laughs.

You smile and try not to let your eyes linger on the way the fluffy white bunny tail bobs up and down as she adjusts her bustier. She’s beautiful, and the high panty line and fishnets really accentuate her shapely legs. It seems like such a foreign concept to be confident enough to wear that willingly, and that out-of-place feeling strikes you again.

She catches you staring as your mind wanders and she smiles, “so is it your first time here?”

“Yeah, this is definitely new to me.”

“I see,” she nods with a kind smile before her face drops, “oh my god! You’re that girl! Steves girl!”

You startle at the sudden recognition but nod, “yeah. I’m here with Steve.”

“Damn, girl. Everyone is talking about you. They all want to know about the girl who finally made the famous Steve Rogers settle down. So many have tried and failed…” she pauses to touch up her lipstick in the mirror, “you must be something special.”

You shake your head sadly, “not really. I don’t know what I’m even doing here, to be honest.”

Her brow raises curiously but she doesn’t rush to correct you, “well I wouldn’t question it. You’re lucky, I know a bunch of ladies who would kill to be you.”

“Yeah…”

“Well gotta make my money somehow, I’ll see you out there!” She sings, fluttering her fingers at you as you move out of the way so she can bounce daintily out of the room.

You walk toward the sink and gasp when a large shadow passes by the mirror. A man slips silently into the bathroom behind you and locks the door with a sharp click. You turn to face him quickly, ready to scream until you recognize Bucky’s irked expression.

“Bucky…” you question.

“What are you doing?” He demands and you fluster in confusion.

“What?” You frown. “What are YOU doing?” you intone.

“I’ve been watching you sulk and pout all night. You look pathetic and miserable, so I’ll ask you again… what are you doing?”

You gape in shock, at a loss for words, “I – I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to tell me why you’re being a little brat when Steve is trying to show you a good time. Do you know how much he’s done for you?” He chides, hair dangling in front of his furrowed brow.

“I’m sorry… I’m just not great with crowds,” you admit weakly, alarmed by the sudden hostility.

“Well you better get over that pretty fucking quick. Steve is a god damn national treasure and you’re acting like some abused little kitten,” he stops and smirks at his own phrasing, “well, I guess he has been abusing that little kitty between your legs, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you curse, regretting it immediately as his face hardens and he storms toward you.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? You pretend to be all demure and sweet, but underneath you’re just a submissive little slut. Aren’t you?” He growls, only inches from your face. “Steve showed me some of your messages you know, before you met.”

Your mouth hangs open in surprise and he licks his lip as he stares at your mouth, his hot breath fanning over your face, the sour smell of alcohol burning your nose.

“He wouldn’t,” you whimper.

He smirks, “he’s my best friend. We share everything.”

Your brow furrows and your eyes heat with angry tears but you say nothing.

“Steve is an important man, he carries this whole franchise, he goes out of his way to support the community and his fans… and the rest of us do whatever it takes to make sure he’s happy,” he intones.

“So… you want me to leave?” You tremble.

Bucky scoffs and reaches up to wipe away a runaway tear, “no, baby girl. You make Steve happy, that’s your job now. I’m just here to make sure you understand that.”

He licks the salty stain from his thumb and smirks before walking away without another word, unlocking the door and disappearing. You droop shakily agains the granite counter and let the tears fall freely, your nerves completely shot.

You compose yourself quickly, fearing another visit should you linger too long. With another couple flutes of champagne you put on your bubbliest performance, all smiles and sweet talk. You spot the suspicion in Steve’s eyes at times but he says nothing, smiling along and taking advantage of your lowered inhibitions, enjoying any excuse to tease and fondle you in public.

The night ends shortly after midnight, both Tony and Bucky there urging him to get some rest. You feel Bucky’s eyes on you, making sure you don’t step out of line until you are finally free of him when you reach Steve’s house.

“So do I ever get to go home again?” You joke as Steve pulls you inside.

“Maybe you already are,” Steve counters, cupping your face and pulling you in for the millionth kiss of the night.

—

That familiar roar of the crowd echoes down the painted tunnel. You can see the green grassy field just at the end, the players squatting in wait for the snap of the ball. You watch anxiously, not knowing why Peter brought you here from the box where all of this started, somehow only a week ago.

“Nervous?” Peter asks with a grin.

“I wouldn’t have to be if you just told me what I’m doing here,” you sass.

“Aw come on, you have to have a guess,” he teases.

Whistles screech, calling the end of the play and the start of half-time. The fans clap loudly, proud of Steve’s solid effort in the game, not quite as strong of a lead as last game, but still leading by a touchdown. The players jog toward you, on their way for a short break in the locker room. You press yourself to the wall, trying to keep out of the way when Peter squeezes your shoulder.

“I’ll see you soon. Good luck!” He smiles and jogs away, disappearing in the sea of grass-stained athletes.

Brock, however, stands firm not far away and you gulp, a sense of foreboding tickling the back of your neck. The announcers voice echoes down the tunnel and you turn your attention back to the field.

“Don’t leave those seats quite yet, Folks. We have a special New Years announcement for you.”

You shake as you try to wait for Steve to run by but he’s no where to be seen. The whole team disappears down the hall with one straggler taking his time. Bucky takes off his helmet as he slowly walks toward you, the bright light of the stadium at his back casts his face with dark shadows, giving him an ominous appearance.

“Your time to shine, baby girl,” Bucky smirks.

“What?” You breath, taking a step back when he gestures behind him. There is no way you’re going out there.

“I told you. We all have our roles to play, and this one is yours. So get out there and do your job.”

You shake your head, stumbling away from the field, “no, I can’t.”

Brock is suddenly at your back, holding your arms, “where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightens in warning, pinching you until you whimper in pain.

Bucky takes a calm step toward you, tutting softly, “Like I said, your job is to make Steve happy. So unless you want things to start getting ugly…”

“Yeah, maybe another chat with your boss or maybe a visit from a friend of mine to those sweet parents of yours,” Brock threatens in your ear.

Bucky smiles cruelly at the way you deflate, “… then I suggest you get your ass out there.”

Fear pours down your spine like a barrel of ice and you breathe shakily but stop struggling, “does Steve know you’re saying all this?”

Bucky wipes away your tears, using his sweaty towel to clean away your runny mascara, “he knows I can be very persuasive, sure.”

You nod, in defeat the only thought in your head is how you wish you had gone home for Christmas, though it likely would have only delayed the inevitable.

Bucky pinches your chin, making you look at him, “Now, Steve has a question for you… and I think we both know what the answer is.”

He raises his brows expectantly and you let out a fearful “yes.”

He smiles brightly and pulls you away from Brock’s iron grip, “excellent! Now, get out there Mrs Rogers - and don’t forget to smile.”

Bucky leads you out the tunnel and points toward the center of the field where Steve is standing with a microphone, entertaining the crowd with another one of his rousing speeches.

The crowd cheers, growing louder and louder in anticipation as you make your way toward Steve. He has his hand outstretched to you and you take it, letting him ground you as you feel like you might float away. The stress of being the literal center of attention in front of millions giving you an almost out-of-body type experience. The fear so far beyond anything you’ve ever known that your senses seem to tunnel, blocking out everything but the man in front of you.

You fix a tight smile on your face and admiring his ease, trying to absorb that confident calm energy. Focusing on the tiny details to keep from fainting, those thick lashes, those brilliant blue eyes that shimmer under the stadium lights, the full pink lips that glisten as he talks.

“…You know, we haven’t agreed on a nickname for each other. She hates all the ones I’ve come up with…” he laughs turning away from the crowd to address only you, “so how about we just get rid of them all and I start calling you wife instead?” He announces with a smirk, the crowd exploding into screams and applause.

Suddenly, he’s on one knee holding a black velvet box with a ring that could rival a super bowl ring in value. The diamond so comically large that your first impression would be to assume it’s fake, but then you remember who is holding it. You blink away the tears and smile, nodding fervently as you hope you managed to convince him they are tears of joy.

He grips your hand and twists the ring into place, admiring it for a moment before climbing to his feet and twirling you around in a joyous embrace.

“You’ve made me so happy, Mrs Rogers,” he praises in your ear.

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#sweat and sacrifice #soft dark steve rogers #soft dark steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #football au #mcu #dark fic

[sandbees]

Okay I was thinking about how the other charathers that Arent the great Seven would react to the NRC students in the house of mouse AU. Like i can Imagine Azul asking Ariel if She wants ti make a deal with him and Ariel Is like "lol no", or the First year see Cruella de vil at One of the tables and they are like "She look so much like Crewel that She's giving us PTSD" or kalim and Aladdin becoming buddies :D.

Well, let me put in some headcannons then:

Word goes around that some of the Great Disney villains come to visit Yuu and everyone gets jealous.

So now whenever Yuu goes to work they always get asked to have them visit their world.

So, Yuu just says, “Meh ok, you guys can visit me whenever just ask one of the Great Seven or go through the mirror in my dressing room-“

And suddenly Yuu gets someone they met from the House of Mouse ever other day. It’s literal chaos and Yuu doesn’t know if they should feel exasperated or flattered.

Anyways, here’s some interactions between the dorms and some Disney Characters:

Heartslybul: Obviously when Alice comes to visit, she comments on how Heartslybul reminds her of the Queen of Hearts’ garden. When Yuu mentions that they paint the roses red, Alice sarcastically asks, “Does the dorm leader behead people who don’t paint the roses?” “...Well, he’s more lenient now but...” “...You’re serious?”

Ace and Alice get along swimmingly, basically quick quips and a lot of teasing. Yuu regrets introducing them to each other because they know the two are going to get into some sort of trouble. Deuce also gets along with Alice, though he can get lost in Alice’s rambles in imagination.

I think Alice would get along with Trey and Cater. I mean, they both give big brother vibes (Trey more than Cater). Trey would give Alice some tarts and Alice is like, “....He’s cool.”

Cater is going to take a bunch of pictures, and Alice is very curious about the device he’s holding (I don’t think phones or the internet existed during Alice’s time so...). Cater ends up teaching Alice about the internet and phones.

Riddle...ohhh noo. Once Alice broke one of the 810 rules and Riddle lightly scolded her for it. Alice thinks most of the rules are ridiculous and while Riddle has toned down on being strict, he’ll quickly get annoyed with Alice questioning the rules. There’s rules for a reason! The dorm was founded on these rules!!

Savannaclaw: It’s Simba, obviously. He’s curious to see the dorm after his...nefarious uncle. It’s much more nicer than he expected, though he’s a little off put by the dorm’s...rowdiness.

But he’s impressed with the Magishift practices they have when Yuu showed them.

He likes Jack, right off the bat. Jack has this sense of justice that he can relate to. I think they would get along pretty well. Oh, and probably how strong and buff Jack is.

Simba is wary of Ruggie, due to him being a hyena beastmen. He has...bad memories of hyenas. His wariness is correct, since Ruggie has tried to swindle Simba and Yuu to do some of his work. Does the relationship get better? Only if Yuu makes them hang out with each other haha.

Leona reminds Simba of Scar...to a certain degree. Lazy, cunning, and has this look where it seems like he could be planning something nefarious...

Ok, maybe not that bad, but Simba is weary of Leona. He kind of expected a character similar to Scar since this is the dorm based on him but...still. It’s really odd. It’s kind of rocky, but if Cheka comes over to visit, well...it could get better.

I mean, Leona does find Cheka annoying and calls him a brat but...Simba can tell there’s no malicious desire towards Cheka, which raises Leona’s “evil people don’t interact” list. That doesn’t mean Leona’s in the clear, but he’s ok.

Octavinelle: Surprise, surprise, it’s Ariel! She comes over, human legs and all. (Don’t worry! She got them from the nicer sorcerers). She wanted to visit Yuu and see how great NRC was! They had fun, and then they went to Mostro Lounge.

Ariel is terrified of the Tweels. They give her this...off putting feeling and they’re very intimidating. She does not trust them at all. She does like how they get up close and how they speak as if she’s some poor soul waiting to be taken advantage over.

That’s also why she does not trust Azul at all. He reminds Ariel of Ursula - especially when he tries making a contract with her. Uh-uh, no way. Never again.

This leads to Ariel dubbing NRC a dangerous place for Yuu to stay at. Why doesn’t Yuu come live with her and her family back at her world? Surely it’s much more safer than here! Why, Melody already sees Yuu as a big sibling so why not just stay at the castle permanently?

Ursula fumes at the thought of her enemy trying to take Yuu away and become their parent. That’s her role, dammit!

Scarabia: Kalim invites Aladdin, actually. It’s the most funniest scenario. Yuu mentioned to Kalim about the street rat that wooed the princess and Kalim says, “:00 WE SHOULD INVITE HIM!!” Jamil sighs and facepalms.

It’s actually going great! Aladdin is kind of shocked at the big party that Kalim threw, but it was a great welcome. He’s shook that Kalim apparently trusted Aladdin enough to show him the treasury room. “It’s open for all of the dorm to use! I don’t need much of it!”

Wasn’t NRC rumored to be a villain’s school??? What is this ball of sunshine doing here???

Actually, the Scarabia duo are good in his eyes. Sure, a little rough around the edges with Kalim being a bit too naive and Jamil being more of a watching snake, but they’re better than what he expected. Aladdin gets along with them pretty well!

And then they go on a carpet ride when Kalim introduces Aladdin to his magic flying carpet.

Yuu and Jamil scream at the two of them to get down as they fly across the night sky.

Pomfiore: oh no. Oh no no no. Snow White visiting Pomfiore is like...Neige visiting.

Vil is cold to Snow White, and she knows why. She’s seen the images that Yuu had of this “Neige Leblanc”. He certainly reminds her of her younger days. Which is why she completely understands why Vil is so standoffish of her.

What she doesn’t expect is Rook singing her praises and also kind of...watching her. It’s low key creepy but Yuu says it’s normal and since he doesn’t mean any harm Snow White lets it slide. They do have a good conversation though. Snow White learns to understand Rook’s...eccentric hobbies.

Epel and Snow White go together like apples and oranges. They go pretty well together, but they have contrasting differences. They could be passed of as siblings with their cute looks, as much as Epel hates to admit it. Though I’d like to think they have this “Soft big sister with a gremlin of a little brother” dynamic. Or “Big sister that is harmless but has a badass little bother” dynamic. Just...a cool sibling dynamic, basically.

Ignihyde: Hercules comes by when he hears that a dorm was based off of Hades. He had to see what it was like. He expected the doom and gloom, but he didn’t expect all the technology.

He and Ortho go along swimmingly. I mean, he’s pretty chill around the more upbeat and cheery dorm member, at least. (Seriously, the others were such buzzkills). He also gets a good impression on Idia when Ortho affectionately talks about his big brother! Wow, so the kids here do have a heart! Unlike Hades-

Ok, so as much as Ortho talks so highly of Idia, Hercules does not see how Ortho does. I mean, Idia is a complete shut in and gloomy recluse! Why do you stick around him?! It isn’t until he speaks his mind about that comment does Ortho turn into a crazy murder machine. (“How DARE you speak of that about my brother!!”) Yuu has to save Hercules and the entire dorm before Ortho blows up the school.

So now Hercules sees how inseparable the two are and how much they care for each other, which yeah, that’s pretty cool. (Is also low key jealous, how come his half brothers weren’t like that?)

Diasomnia: Aurora visits with Maleficent. Both do not share ill will after their stories are completed. They actually do make amends. So Maleficent invited Aurora to see her grandson, and Aurora politely accepts.

They have tea with Malleus, and it is a very pleasant conversation. Aurora gets along well with Malleus, even suggesting maybe she should invite him and Maleficent to her kingdom one day. (Maybe when she gives birth to a beautiful baby. Maleficent liked that)

Lilia is also a fun one to be around! Aurora was so surprised by his scare that she had laughed. Ah, what a funny fae! Why, she hadn’t laughed this hard since...well, never. She likes Lilia and will come by if she needs a good laugh.

Poor Sebek though....he acts all uptight around Aurora because she’s a Queen and also aquatinted with Maleficent...he must be respectful to her at all costs! It takes a long time for Sebek to at least act a little casual around her. Maleficent says it’ll take some time, though Aurora isn’t sure if that time will come on her lifetime...but for the meantime, she is still happy to be around Sebek’s presence and have pleasant conversations with him.

Aurora and Silver...ok, let me say this: they got along during a sleepover. The Diasomnia gang + Maleficent and Aurora had a sleepover in the dorms to “better know each other”. I also think Aurora would feel sympathy for Silver if the conversation of him tending to fall asleep came up. Heavens knows she still has her sleepy spells even after her curse was broken.

Also- wofhenod I just imagine Aurora and Silver walking in the forest together and a bunch of animals surround them. (Yuu finds them and cries when they actually attracted a bunch of adorable puppies (or whatever animal you find cute). Cute, adorable animals that are so gentle with them that they start to cry due to stress from being at NRC (Silver and Aurora look at Yuu with concern and gently start comforting them)

Winfendien Suddenly I want a twin dynamic with Silver and Aurora. Even a sibling dynamic would be cool. Just two sleepy siblings that won’t hesitate to kick your ass.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland headcannons #twisted wonderland yuu #house of mouse au #Disney characters #ask #aladin #alice in wonderland #lion king #little mermaid #snow white #hercules disney #sleeping beauty

[13uswntimagines]

Chanukah party (USWNT x Baby!Reader)

This isn’t a request but @literaryhedgehog​ and I thought it would be fun. The basic premise is that reader is at camp during Chanukah, and the team feels bad (especially Lindsey) so they throw her a party. (thank you @notmia101​ for betaing this for us). 

You smiled at Alyssa as she described her winter plans after training camp. How she was going to visit her sister and her family for Christmas. How they were hoping for snow and how they were going to kill an innocent tree and desecrate its body with lights for their amusement. Her words, not yours. It was a game she and the other girls played every year, trying to make their Christmas plans sound as horror-movie-ish as possible. It was a way of trying to make fun of themselves so you could share the amusement and join in laughing at them. 

But despite their efforts, a little piece of you always felt left out because you couldn’t (wouldn’t?) participate. See, you were one of the few who didn’t celebrate Christmas. You were proud of your Jewish heritage, even if your family wasn’t the most ~religious~. But you were proud of the culture you had been raised in. You held its traditions very near to your heart and weren’t AT ALL bitter that the rest of the team had time designated to visit their family during their winter holidays while you still had training camp through the third week of December.  

You were kinda zoning out because you could only take so much of their cookie baking, their stalkerish man that watched kids while they slept, and their hiding of a stupid stuffed toy you were sure would give you nightmares (who the fuck thought having an ‘elf’ stalk your family all month was cute?!?!? Capitalism was a weird man). (Though you may or may not have paid attention to Lindsey’s plan to dress Ferguson like a little elf…) 

“What about you kid?” Tobin asked, nudging you out of your daydream. 

“What?” You shook your head, making everyone around you laugh. 

“Do you have plans for the holidays?” Lindsey repeated, her smile showing off her dimples. 

“Oh, um. Chanukah started a few days ago. It’s cool, they have an app with a menorah and everything. My family has been face timing me most days, but it will be over before training ends.” You shrugged, hoping they couldn’t see how much being away from your family during this time of year sucked (though you were glad to be included on the camp roster). 

Most of the veteran's jaws dropped, how had they not known that you were missing something so important to you? How had US Soccer overlooked a holiday (and inadvertently given you an ultimatum- celebrate or make the national team). 

“Then why did they schedule training camp this week?” Tobin mumbled. Again you shrugged. 

“There’s 23 of you and only one of me… it’s really not that big of a deal,” you smiled briefly and gave the same speech you had given since middle school, “It’s not like the ‘Jewish Christmas’ even though it happens around the same time some years, my family doesn’t even exchange presents, so I’m really just missing the party they’re throwing on the 18th.” 

“That still isn’t fair though. I mean, we get Christmas off automatically, even if we don’t celebrate it!” Christen huffed, throwing her hands up. 

“I mean, this isn’t like a new thing. We’re always at camp during this time. And next year the holiday starts in November, so it’s not something that can consistently be scheduled around. I guess it’s just a sacrifice I have to make to be the best right?” You said earnestly, shaking your head. You knew all of the arguments, you had heard them for all of your life. 

“But-“ Emily started to protest, but before she could get the words out you cut her off. “Don’t make a big deal guys, it’s fine. Really,” 

The team stared at you for a few seconds, several women opening and closing their mouths several times. You shifted uncomfortably under their gaze, breathing a sigh of relief when your phone rang, glad to have an excuse to get out of this situation. 

“Ok so we’re totally going to make a big deal out of this,” Lindsey said turning back around to face the team the second you were out the door. 

“I’m guessing you have a plan to woo your girl?” Emily smirked, wiggling her eyebrows. 

“It’s not to. No. We are doing this as a team to be supportive of our teammate who is part of a traditionally marginalized culture that we need to be more supportive of,” Lindsey grumbled sternly, smiling when Christen nodded in return. “I’m googling “Chanukah for Dummies” right now. 

They were going to make this camp different from the others (and if she got to impress you that was just a bonus). 

…..

“Umm, why does it smell like something is burning?” Becky asked, walking through the hotel corridor towards the dining room. 

“Because Latkes are apparently more difficult to make than I expected,” Kelley said, tossing what looked like a stack of burned hockey pucks into the trash. “I didn’t realize the whole room was going to smell like fried food- do you think they’re going to fine me when we check out?”

“If they fine you, they better fine Em too. The stench from such a little jar is kind of amazing,” Lindsey huffed. 

“What did she do, get her sardines or something?” Becky asked, shaking her head, remembering the smell that she couldn’t quite place. 

“No. Something called ‘Gefilte fish’”. 

“But isn’t that usually for Passover?” Kelley asked, looking up from where she was trying to scrape burned potatoes off her pan.

“They said it was traditional, isn’t that what we’re going for?” Emily huffed, pouting. Lindsey rolled her eyes at her best friend. 

“I’ve got music!” Chrystal called, walking through the door in a star-patterned sweater. “It turns out there are not a whole lot of Chanukah songs. There’s a Spotify playlist that’s only 3 hours long, or so, so I supplemented it with a lot of Leonard Cohen and Paul Simon.”

“And I brought the sour cream and applesauce as requested!” Sam called, walking in after her, “also some apple juice and honey bourbon. I know apples and honey are a thing for Rosh Hashana, so I thought maybe we could make some cocktails?”

“I won’t tell coach if you don’t,” Kelley said taking the bottle and pouring herself a shot. “Someone else needs to take over the latke making. My attempts have all either looked like lefse, hashbrowns or just burned.”

“Lefse?”

“I had an ex-girlfriend from Minnesota. It was a potato tortilla thing her family sent her at thanksgiving. The point here is that someone else needs to cook or we are just going to be eating sour cream and applesauce on their own.”

“We could make french fries?” Rose suggested tentatively. 

“With bacon and cheese! Those are the best,” Emily exclaimed, only to have Lindsey (gently) slap the back of her head. 

“No, Sonnett. She can’t have bacon and I don’t think she’s allowed to have cheese and meat on the same plate…” 

“I think if we just batter potato pieces in egg and flour and fry them it would taste nice with the apple sauce and sour cream. And we’ve made french fries before so it won’t be so much of a… learning curve. Though you did a great try, Kelley!” Rose said, patting Kelley’s arm.

“You guys are useless. Did you even look at a recipe?” Megan shook her head. 

“If you think it’s so easy you try it.” Kelley scoffed. Megan raised her eyebrow at the woman, stealing the spatula from the defender's hand. 

“Tasty made here we come,” 

*****

“Happy Chanukah!” came from all around as you walked in. Lindsey was very proud. Not only had she gotten the team on track and ensured that they had all of the stuff google said would make the perfect Chanukah celebration; she had also kept you off their trail until this moment. The shock on your face made all the work on their day off entirely worth it. 

The room was decorated in tinsel with a shiny plastic menorah in the center of the table. Several people were wearing ugly sweaters with different “decorations” taped on. A sign on the back wall said “We survived, let’s eat!” Lindsey had decided against hanging up the posters Rose and Mal made saying “Stick it to the (ro)Man!” and “MaccaBEe mine.” The first one because she wasn’t sure it was appropriate, the second one because she knew it wasn’t.

“Ooo who brought the hotdog of the sea?” You asked, biting your lip to suppress a giggle as you walked over to the table to see the food on display. 

“What?” Lindsey’s eyes tried to follow yours, utterly confused. They didn’t get hotdogs. They most certainly weren’t on the list that Chanukah for dummies had given her. 

You smiled softly and shook your head, pointing to the tan balls that Emily had provided. 

“That’s what my siblings and I call it during Passover. Gefilte fish is kinda a love it or hate it thing…” you trailed off, scrunching your nose just slightly. 

“And you’re not a fan?” Lindsey smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. 

“Umm, I plead the fifth,” You mumbled, shaking your head slightly. It wasn’t your favorite item in the world. 

“That was all Emily,” Kelley snorted, clapping you on the back, and you grinned devilishly back at her. 

“Well, it was very nice of her to be so thoughtful. She can try a piece with me,” 

Emily cringed at the idea, but nodded nonetheless. It was your party and if eating the smelly thing out of a jar made you happy, then that’s exactly what she would do. (She also stealthily shot Lindsey the middle finger while you were surveying the rest of the items on the tables). 

“Honestly the sufganiyot is my favorite,” you said, taking a step towards the platter, your lips ticking up at Lindsey’s adorable confused face. “sorry, the donuts,” you clarified, picking up one of the many powdered sugar-covered donuts in the stack, inspecting it to see what kind it was. The Jelly ones were particularly important for the celebration. 

Lindsey blushed a little. “We didn’t know if you wanted jelly or custard,” She said hesitantly, watching as your eyes got impossibly brighter. 

“Both are amazing, thank you,” You smiled softly at the midfielder, brushing a stay bit of powdered sugar off her pink cheeks. You held her gaze for a moment before seeming realizing you had an audience, and turning towards the rest of the team. “thank all of you,” 

It wasn’t the traditional Chanukah you usually shared with your family, but the friends who had become your family made it special nonetheless.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #literalhedgehog

[sitp-recs]

hi to my favourite tumblr! could you please recommend me the most romantic drarry fics you’ve ever read 🥰 tysm 🙈

Hi darling 💗 oof this was quite a challenge because most of what I read includes some level of angst. So I went for a few titles among my usual soft & comfort reads. I’m aware that “romantic” means different things to different people, so I hope these work for you!

A world just for us by nerakrose (2019, General, 2k)

Harry and Draco go flying and then…continue to go flying.

He Whose Hand and Eye Are Gentle by khalulu (2017, General, 5k)

Draco reads poems and sometimes writes them. Harry receives poems and sometimes reads them. Rutherford delivers poems via the scenic route. Wombat snores. Eventually, all comes together, with help from the foxes in red bibs and the sumo referee.

Ice Snakes, Glow-worms and Wolverine Stew by khalulu (2015, Mature, 8.4k)

Harry Potter apparently wants to talk to Draco about something, but odd events keep getting in the way of that conversation – and bringing them closer together. Featuring serpentine travels, misbehaving birds, dubious roofing projects, a gay beach, and an unexpected matchmaker.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (2020, Teen and Up, 9k) - est relationship magic

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots. Leaving one life behind isn’t always a sacrifice, and sometimes the greatest good comes from embracing the people you love.

Along Came Potter by @huldrejenta (2016, Teen and Up, 9k)

Potter shows up at Draco’s flat. Then he shows up again, and again, and again.

Little Talks by @femmequixotic and noeon (2012, Explicit, 11k) - est relationship domesticity

Draco's been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he's sure it's just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Nobody by @dorthyanndrarry (2019, Teen and Up, 12k) - a bit angsty but soft!

Junior Auror Potter runs errands, takes witness interviews, does paperwork, and gets the coffee. Rarely, very rarely, he's sent out on the most routine calls, such as when Draco Malfoy misses a meeting with his parole officer. (Inspired by the song Nobody by Mitski)

Kill, Fuck, Marry by @lettersbyelise (2018, Explicit, 12k)

Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.”

Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.

Shining, Like a Present by @bixgirl1 (2017, Explicit, 13k) - a kinky romance 😏

The discovery of a small silver box at the site of a case opens up new possibilities.

It's Friday (I'm in Love) by @punk-rock-yuppie (2018, Explicit, 16k)

At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco. Or, Draco and Harry fall in love over the course of several Fridays and some other days of the week.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken (2020, Teen and Up, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved! So Draco decides to boldly go where no one has gone before: to put himself through scrutiny; their friends’ teasing and pranks; unsound romantic advice from a house-elf; wearing pretty clothes; all to try and win Potter’s heart through courtship.

(An unnamed ginger bastard can be heard yelling from afar: “This is actually a detailed guide on how not to court someone!”). But who cares about the opinions of redheads? Literally no one.

amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, Explicit, 21k) - period drama wooing! The best

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (2016, Teen and Up, 22k) - coffee shop AU goodness

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

(You’re a) Revolution by @rockmarina (2019, Mature, 23k) - a bit angsty but soft!

Eight years after the end of the war, Draco Malfoy stumbles into Harry’s shop in the middle of a storm—no wand, no backstory; no signs of having lived in the country since the Battle of Hogwarts. During their first encounter, Harry promises Malfoy—and the words sound like an old mantra—that he'll figure out Draco's secrets eventually. And then he does. He does, except…it doesn't quite feel like a victory.

Against All Odds by momatu (2015, Explicit, 53k) - wooing by sightseeing!

Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (2016, Explicit, 57k) - magical houses romance

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Headlights in the Snow by Saras_Girl (2016, Mature, 70k) - odd jobs romance

What’s big and purple and smells like tea? Harry is about to find out.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by dustmouth and nerakrose (2018, Teen and Up, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (2018, Explicit, 104k) - wooing by cooking!

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

#asks #anon #drarry reclist #romantic fics #fluff #comfort reads

[lovetenya]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝟏𝐚.

warnings: these are just headcanons mostly focused on them, but the reader is gn, of course!

note: this was suggested, and inspired by this. also, i haven’t written for some of these characters before, so i hope i do them justice!

scenario: ua’s normal childcare professional is out sick, so you’re teamed up with another class 1a student to take care of the ua teacher’s kids while they’re at a hero banquet. all of the kids are well behaved, but most of these guys aren’t around kids much, so it’s a learning experience.

mina ashido.

mina is great with kids because she fits right in with them and will listen to them babble about their interests for HOURS because it truly is interesting to her to learn what makes them happy

and she’ll ask you “wow! did ya hear that y/n? she just said that pelicans can turn their stomachs inside out! isn’t that great?”

she just wants to learn whatever she can from them, because she thinks that they have just as much to teach us

i feel like mina is the type of person who gently inserts self love rhetoric and feminist ideas into her conversations w the kids, because she just wants everyone to be uplifted and for them to notice their strengths without being held back by other people’s opinions

she’s always felt that it was easy to be outwardly excited and to have fun, so she’s really good at getting shy kids out of their shell and helping them to let loose, and will encourage you to open up to them a little bit and be a little warmer

she loves to dance, so she’ll host dance parties with the kids and start something goofy like a conga line and lead them around the common room, making them all giggle like crazy

tsuyu asui.

tsu doesn’t really like the loud noises that kids sometimes make, so she’s more likely to organize a game or put on a movie for the kids to watch to keep things calm and steady

she’d let em pick a nature program or an animal-related movie so that she could chime in & give little facts here & there and make them smile!

tsu is a good babysitter because she encourages kids to be curious about their surroundings, and doesn’t mind at all when kids ask questions about her quirk

she’ll show and tell them whatever they want to know, and will even leap out of excitement sometimes!! she’s so cute!!

katsuki bakugo.

contrary to what other people sometimes say, i don’t think that he’s going to be outright rude to kids or yell at them constantly. yes, i know, he was brash with them in those couple episodes, but he’s blunt—not a bad person. he’s not going to just scream at kids for no reason.

sure, he might get frustrated, but he still wants them to feel safe and protected. that’s what heroes do.

and what better way to keep them feeling safe than teaching them self defense techniques?

he’d be all serious like, “alright, so if a villain has you in a chokehold, what do you do?”

and they’re sitting in front of him, all wide eyed and starry lookin, entranced with what he’s teaching them

“who teaches kids this kind of stuff?” you think. (he does)

i also think katsuki is the kid of person who’s going to cook for them and keep them occupied in that way.

he usually likes making complicated stuff, but he has no problem making it less spicy if it means they’ll calm down for a little bit to eat

while everyone’s eating, you look over to him and see him helping a kid hold their chopsticks, before softly praising them, “there ya go. you’ve got it now.” and giving them a small high five

he’s not someone who’s going to be outwardly soft, so doing things for kids like teaching them things or cooking them meals is how he shows he cares.

tenya iida.

tenya likes to tell and read stories with kids, or help them with their homework if they’ve got any

he’ll do terrible voices for all the different characters and make all the kids laugh

he’ll sit patiently with them and will explain the stories or problems just like a teacher would

and he’ll notice if you sneak them any candy, and will call you out discreetly by holding out his hand for some and saying “what? you’re not going to give me one?”

any and all messes will be cleaned up by the kids, and they’ll be lined up & ready when the teachers are ready to come and get them

kyoka jirou.

i think she’d be better with older kids because they’re easier to maintain and entertain (in my opinion)

they don’t ask as many random questions, which sometimes overwhelm her, and they’re more likely to listen to what she has to say

i can see her being really flustered with the attention they give her, because they think she’s so cool, but she’s still pretty relaxed cuz she doesn’t wanna freak them out

she’ll let them have lots of snacks and would play music for them!!

“does anyone know what this instrument is called?”

“that’s right, good job! wanna hear what it sounds like?”

she’ll show them as many instruments as they wanna see, and tries not to blush too hard when they cheer and applaud

denki kaminari.

if you think kids bounce off the walls with energy, they’re about to meet their match with mr. denki kaminari.

he’s the kind of person to challenge them to foot races and to go way too hard in go fish

and he’d do little pranks where he let outs a little shock when they high five him

needless to say, the kids are exhausted when they make it back to their parents

eijirou kirishima.

he. loves. kids.

he thinks they’re so fun to be around and that they’re the next generation of heroes, and they’re full of endless potential!

he’s 100% willing to be a human jungle gym and will play wrestle with them to their heart’s content while making sure they’re not being too rough with each other

he’d compliment them for the smallest stuff, saying “wow! that was super manly, kiddo!” cuz he doesn’t want other people to question their abilities

he’s not the greatest cook, but he’s helpful, so he’ll help you cook for them!

he’ll encourage the kids to help however they can, and will let them stir the bowls while encouraging them!!

lots of high fives and “woo-hoo!”s

izuku midoriya.

izuku adores children’s curiosity and how their questions never seem to end

he can relate to it, because of course he loves compiling information and learning as much as he can about a topic

if one of the kids was a fan of all might??? they’re babbling together about all might’s greatest moments and they’re demonstrating how the move went and how the villain ran away pathetically

he’s very soft w kids because he knows how weird he is.

he agrees that it doesn’t make sense for someone of his size to be that strong, but reminds them that everyone’s quirk works differently, and that they shouldn’t judge people for their quirk or how it chooses to manifest

he’s so understanding and kind w the kids whose quirks haven’t manifested yet, because he knows how bad it feels to feel like you’re es than average, and assures them that it’ll come soon! and even if it doesn’t, you can still make a difference!

which is all the more reason for him to be as gentle as possible, following around the little ones like a mother hen and making sure they’re not gonna walk into something or put a toy into their mouth

would probably tire himself out trying to keep track of all of them and they would all fall asleep in a big hug pile 🥺

mashirao ojiro.

has a lot of fun with kids, because he’s used to being overshadowed by some of the higher achievers in class 1a

but kids think he’s cool because his quirk is so unique and they can’t help but be fascinated and ask a million questions on what he can do with it

he’s happy to share, because lots of people underestimate him and don’t pay attention to what he has to say

would give them rides on his tail and let them pet it (like denki does!)

hanta sero.

he just kinda lets them do their own thing and follows along to make sure that they don’t hurt themselves

would strap a baby to his chest with some tape just to keep them secure with him

and would answer a thousand questions about his quirk without tiring, because he remembers what it was like to be curious of peoples quirks, and he knows they’re not staring to be disrespectful

i think he’s another one that would cook for them, and feel really accomplished when they’re all satisfied

mezo shoji.

although he’s a badass, that’s exactly the reason why he’s the one most hesitant to deal with kids because he’s afraid that he’s going to scare them away

however, he didn’t account for them finding him to be the most fascinating person they’ve laid their eyes on

he would scoop them up in his arms and carry them around and let them use him like a jungle gym

he’s very very gentle with them because he tends to underestimate his strength and would never be able to forgive himself if he was to bring them harm, but he never does because he’s so careful

shoto todoroki.

shoto never really dealt with kids, so he’s hesitant about everything he does.

he’s seen the destruction that his quirk “causes”, and he’s horrified to thing of what could happen if he gets overwhelmed.

shoto underestimates his tolerance and patience. he’s very good with kids, and is very good at getting them to listen.

all it takes is a little flurry of snow and they’re suddenly at full attention for shoto.

ochaco uraraka.

she likes kids, but she’s not very good at being strict with them

they want to read another story? of course she can read another!

they want another snack? sure! why not?

she tries not to let them walk all over her, but they’re just so cute, and she can’t resist.

she’d make their toys float around the room to make them laugh

and they think she’s a princess because of her “magic” and how she wears pink :)

momo yaoyorozu.

momo is like a mom!

shes great at planning things for them to do and keeping them in line and occupied

games are organized and cooperative, so nobody loses!

although she’s not usually like this, she’s more than willing to give hugs and feel better kisses if someone is to bump their head :(

she would feel terrible if someone got hurt on her watch, so she’s encouraging them the be safe if they’re going to be active!

makes lots of fun little snacks for them to eat, with cute faces and stuff, and doesn’t mind to see her hard work enjoyed by such good kids!

end!

#mina ashido #tsuyu asui #katsuki bakugo #tenya iida #kyoka jirou #denki kaminari #eijirou kirishima #izuku midoriya #mashirao ojiro #hanta sero #mezo shoji #shoto todoroki #ochaco uraraka #momo yaoyorozu #mha x reader #mha x gn!reader #mha x gender neutral reader #my writing #filled request

[mrpenguinpants]

I can't remember it properly since it's been some time and i tend to forget my dreams but I vividly remember Xiao throwing snow at me then chuckling and that mental image is just *chef's kiss* I'm also very curious how you'd throw oceanid in because even I don't know what it was doing in my dream to begin with. Although I can't remember the details I'm 100% ready to brainrot with you. I've been lurking on your blog for a while and it's not often I send asks but is it ok if i call myself Kiwi?

inhales ty for getting back to me so quickly. I was thinking “istg I will fucking tag every single possible thing so I can to find you because I am foaming at the mouth at this”. 

Yo brain, I know we don’t got a lot up there but can we please dream about genshin as well? I’m tired of eating cake with people I haven’t seen since middle school. But this 

“Xiao throwing snow at me then chuckling” 

woo that’s a very nice mental image just mwah. I love it. Trust me, with my brainworms anything is possible. But seriously, I was thinking that since the 1.4 event brings another oceanid pet: 

Maybe we could slip in some water + cryo = freeze shenanigans but I am fully ready to make this a cloverfield fic haha. I just love the seelie art that everyone has done and I think it’s really cute. I’m weighing my options of do I want to make this the most sugary fic in the universe or do I want to be a smug bastard because let me level with you. In my elementary school, if you took someone’s snowball you’ve basically declared war. It’s been over a decade and I’m still salty. I am fully aware that Xiao has been alive for centuries but I’m tempted to say fuck it, let’s pretend this is Xiao’s first time seeing snow idea. 

I also very much enjoy giving Xiao cat like qualities because I’m a two brain cell organism so the idea of Xiao batting at snowflakes is very cute to me. Plus his voice line about “when the snow is thick enough, we can eat it”. 

(ngl, whenever I hear that voice line I hear jack yelling “Don’t eat the yellow snow. It’s pee” in my head and I am ashamed of myself tyvm) 

This is entirely me spitballing right now but I am ready and at the table of brainrot. Haha, I feel like I have a lot of lurkers on my blog (which is totally fine and I can’t force you to interact with me) but thank you for sending me an ask and chatting with me^^ and of course, kiwi is super cute. 

#kiwi anon #genshin #genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact xiao x reader #xiao

[le0watch]

A Flower for Your Thoughts

The night is still young, the palace filled to the brim with young women hoping to catch the prince’s attention. Each young lady has her own dress, and the colors range from white to black, and the sizes from large and puffy to thin and flat.

They’re all so loud and persistent, and hardly give Prince Langa the space he desires. He doesn't even want to be here- it was a decision made by his mother and chamberlain back in their Kingdom of Snow. His mother was beginning to get worried that he was too lonely, and his chamberlain had suggested that they come here to try and find him a suitor. Because then, with a wife, Prince Langa wouldn't be lonely again.

And while Langa would love for a wife, this feels too forced, and not natural. The women here only care that he's a prince, and for the enormous amount of wealth and fame that comes with marrying him. None of them actually care for him… just his title.

He sighs heavily, sitting on the edge of a fountain somewhere in the large palace garden. He's been here a while- no one has been able to find and annoy him as of yet, and the sound of the trickling water was soothing compared to the yelling and calling of the women in the castle. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, the loneliness he'd come to know so well back him settling in his gut.

“It's the same here…” he mutters quietly, staring at the cracks in the ground and the ants crawling through the grass.

Suddenly, someone flops down beside him on the fountain’s edge, her dress a brilliant blue that spills around her legs and feet. It splays out across the edge of the fountain, some of it brushing through the water beneath them. He flinches, ready for yet another suitor to try and woo him for his wealth.

“Where is everybody?” the girl says, and Langa is struck by how cute she sounds. He hasn't looked at her yet- afraid if he does, it’ll break the spell and she’ll start fawning over him. He feels her eyes on the back of his head a moment later, staring at him. “Did you get lost?”

A reflection of light catches his eye, and glances down at the ground eyes widening as they land upon a gorgeous pair of glass heels. He's never seen glass slippers, or shoes for that matter, but they go wonderfully with her dress.

“Pretty…” he mutters, before he realizes what he's doing.

“Huh?” the girl says, taken by surprise.

“Your shoes. I've never seen any made of glass before,” he explains, and finally works up the courage to look at the girl’s face. He nearly gasps, because she's even prettier than the shoes or dress she is wearing.

Her bright red hair is pulled into two braids that trail behind her shoulders, the rest of it a mess of curls on the top of her head. Her eyes are a gorgeous honey amber color, and they sparkle even in the dark of the night. Freckles pepper her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, and before he realizes what he's doing, he's looking at her lips, a soft, plump pink.

He has to tear his gaze from her lips as they turn upwards into a bright grin. So bright, Langa momentarily believes her to be the sun, and that morning had come early. Her beautiful blue dress contrasts prettily with her red hair and eyes, sparkling gently beneath the stars.

“Oh, you meant the shoes,” she says sheepishly, chuckling lightly. What a beautiful sound. He almost wants to take back what he'd said, and tell her that no, he'd actually meant that she was pretty.

“Yeah,” he responds instead, because his brain is slow and sluggish as always. This doesn't phase the girl, however, but makes her tilt her head to the side with a crooked grin.

“How long are you gonna stare?” she asks, making Langa jump out of his skin. Oh, great. She’d caught him staring at her like a buffoon- very unprincely indeed. But she instead exclaims, “Let's dance!”

That takes Langa by surprise. She was being so bold- she's not even asking him, she's just saying it like it would be the natural thing for them to do. “With me?” he asks, quite stupidly. Who else was there for her to ask? He blames his short circuiting brain on her and how pretty she is.

“Is anyone else here?” she says pointedly, her grin only widening. She sounds excited, and she grabs his hand, hopping to her feet and pulling him along with her.

He lets out a noise of surprise as he stumbles to his feet after her, surprised by her straight forwardness. Wasn’t he supposed to ask her to dance, if at all? Yet, he doesn't pull his hand away, nor does he say anything negative in response.

Once they're both standing, the girl waits patiently for him to get ready, bouncing on the balls of her feet. When he rests one of his hands in her hand and the other on her waist, her face flushes a pretty red, and she sheepishly chuckles.

“I uh- I’ve never actually danced before,” she tells him shyly, and he blinks down at her. She’s shorter than he is- but not by too much. Her head reaches just above his chest, and is peering up at him through her pretty red lashes. “So uh- could you teach me?”

Langa’s cheeks grow warm at her shy but excited demeanor, and for a moment, all he could do was stare at her pretty face. She flushes, and squirms a little under his gaze.

“I'm sorry- I shouldn't have asked if I didn't know how-” she begins to apologize, slowly pulling away from Langa.

But the prince quickly catches her, keeping her close. He smiles down at her warmly- the first time he's smiled in years since his father died- and gently guides her hands to their proper places, one on his shoulder and the other lightly gripped in his. His body buzzes from their intertwined fingers to his toes, a warm happiness settling in his gut.

He hasn't felt so infatuated in a long time- or ever, for that matter. But somehow, this adorable redhead had caught his attention. Maybe it was from how she treated him like an equal, or maybe it was due to her sunny disposition. Anyway, Langa feels as if his heart is going to burst from his chest at any second.

He's never felt in love before, nor has he ever experienced a crush. These are new sensations and emotions he's experiencing, but he's highly enjoying them.

“Your hands go here,” he explains, meeting her amber gaze. Her eyes seem to glow, like a pair of stars in the night sky above them. “And I will lead. Just follow my steps, and you'll catch on pretty quick.”

“Oh- okay!” she exclaims with one of her bright grins. He nearly melts under its warmth, but begins the most basic of waltzes, as to not overwhelm her for her first time. He listens to the faint music playing from the distant castle, taking the first few steps. She stumbles for a moment, and trips over his feet, but he steadies her each time. She flushes and apologizes sheepishly when she steps on his feet, but he reassures her with a small smile.

“Wow, you're a good teacher.” She sounds whimsical, and it makes him smile again.

“You're learning it on your own,” Langa points out. “I'm just guiding you through it.”

“Guess you're right about that!” she exclaims with another bright grin. He loves when he smiles and grins; she smiles with her whole face, eyes scrunching at the edges, the tips of her lips stretching to both of her ears. “Now, who might you be, anyways. I've been dancing with a stranger this entire time.”

“Wait, you don't know?” he asks in surprise, his eyebrows shooting into his hairline. Everyone who’s come to the ball is merely there to meet him and hopefully get him to pick them as his wife. Does she really not know- or is she just acting?

But no, in the short amount of time Langa has known this mystery girl, he knows for a fact that she wasn't acting, somehow. The genuinity shining in her eyes coupled with her curious smile proves that to him.

“Should I?” she asks, a teasing edge to her voice. She draws in a sharp breath of surprise when Langa twists her outwards, before pulling her back close to himself again. He smiles down at her, and she smiles back up at him, holding tightly to his hand. Her hand seems to fit almost perfectly in his.

“I suppose not, if you don’t,” he replies. She doesn't have to know right away, right? That would probably break whatever magical spell has set over them, and turn her from a fun young maiden to one just as desperate for his wealth as everyone else. “But you may call me Snow. That's what my mother calls me. And your name?”

The girl hesitates, her dress fluttering around her legs when Langa twirls her, holding his arm high to allow her room. When she’s pulled back in and they fall back into step, she finally says, “That isn’t too important.” Her smile dropped while she said this, making Langa’s heart plummet into his stomach. Oh no, he had upset her. Or, she just feels as if she is inadequate beside him. He has to remedy this instantly.

He opens his mouth to do just that, but the girl beats him by saying, “Why don't you tell me more about yourself, hm? Like why you're outside all alone.” She smirks up at him, her previous negativity disappearing in an instant. She's masking. Langa’s familiar with masking. He was basically raised to always have a princely mask over his face. He doesn't like her masking one bit. But he also knows he can't force someone to stop.

“Needed to get some fresh air,” Langa replies honestly. “It was much too crowded and loud inside, so I stepped out for a moment.”

The girl doesn’t respond until he's finished spinning her through the air, gaining a beautiful burst of laughter from her. Once she’s on the ground again, her laughter tapers off, but a smile remains on her face.

“And what are you doing here, hm?” she asks, and Langa's mind instantly begins rushing for an answer. “I thought only the maidens of the land were invited to the ball, not the men.” She’s teasing him, fluttering her pretty lashes at him.

He swallows heavily, butterflies in his stomach. This girl has to have magic, how else could he be feeling so much because of her all at once?

“That is true,” he says, wetting his lips nervously as he dips her low. She gasps before giggling, latching onto his arm to keep herself from falling. Even though he would never drop her. He doesn't want to tell her he's the prince, yet. Soon, but not now. Just a while longer as another random guy at the palace. He is enjoying it. “I work here. In the palace, I mean. I'm… an apprentice!”

Her eyes widen and she grins up at him, her flowing dress brushing against his knees. The blue of her dress contrasts amazingly with her bright red hair, and he thinks the color suits her.

“Snow the apprentice,” she says. Langa likes the way she says his nickname. Or maybe he just likes her voice. Maybe a bit of both. “I like it.”

Langa lets out a breath of laughter, and dips her for the final time in their waltz. They break apart, and he bows while she courtesies low to the ground. Her dress is like a halo around her, and she looks much like an angel on earth.

Once they've both straightened back up, Langa glances towards the palace, biting his lower lip. He’s sure that he is not yet missed- he could show her around the garden. Maybe even give her that flower… yes!

He holds up a hand in offering, and asks, “May I show you around the garden?”

She hesitates only a moment before she takes his hand, dipping her head shyly. He smiles, and she smiles back at him. He leads her through the garden, pointing out the plants he knows the names of.

“Those are my favorite flowers,” he says, pointing to a patch of blue flowers. “They’re called forget-me-nots. The story behind them just makes them all the more special.”

The mystery girl looks down at them, before releasing his hand to crouch in front of them. She picks one of the many buds, before turning back to him. A light flush colors her freckled cheeks as she stands on her tiptoes to slip the stem of the flower behind Langa’s ear. His breath catches in his throat at her close she is- her breath mingling with his, and he can see each time her pretty lashes flutter, and the way her lips hanging slightly open.

Once satisfied, she draws back, looks over her work, and then grins brightly. “It matches your hair!” she exclaims, and he's taken by her all over again. She retakes his hand, and he has to draw in a deep breath before he can speak again.

“Th- thank you very much,” he says, clearing his throat. He's sure he's blushing. His face is hot enough. He then tugs on her hand, “Now I want to show you something.”

“Haven’t you been showing me the garden?” she teases, but follows after him obediently.

He doesn't answer her, looking this way and that for the flowers he has in mind. Finally, he spots them: red hibiscus flowers. He tugs her along quickly, and she lets out a surprised laugh, stumbling a moment to be able to keep up with him. Once he's reached them, he gestures for her to sit down. She raises an eyebrow at him, but does so anyways, her dress pooling out around her on the grassy ground.

“Hope this doesn't ruin my dress,” she mutters, more to herself than Langa. He hums in response, but focuses on the task at hand. His father had taught him how to do this as a gift for his mother when he was younger, and they constantly did it for her when Mother’s Day rolled around.

He gathers a hand full of the brilliant red flowers before he steps to stand behind her, dropping onto his knees to reach her hair. He sets the fistful of flowers on the ground beside himself, and takes his gloves off. He then combs his bare fingers through her puffy hair, eyes widening at how soft it is beneath his fingertips. She stiffens at first, before relaxing as he gently cards his fingers through her hair.

Langa begins to part bits of hair into two sections, throwing the right side over her shoulder. She stays silent as he works, and when he looks at her freckled face, he finds her eyes lightly closed as she soaks in his soft touches.

He smiles softly at her relaxed expression, before beginning the braiding process. Each time he loops one large strand of hair over the other, he weaves a flower or two between them. He continues this until he's finished the first braid, smiling at his work. He guides the large braid over her left shoulder, and then quickly picks another handful of hibiscuses.

As he focuses on the right braid, the pretty girl in front of him hums softly. “Didn’t think you knew your way around a woman’s hair,” she says softly, lightly tracing the braid with her finger. “This is beautiful.”

“Just as you are,” Langa says before he could think it through. He hears her take in a sharp breath of air out of surprise, looking at him through the corner of her eye over her shoulder. He smiles at her with a wink, and her face turns a deep red similar to the flowers weaved into her hair. “My father taught me, so I could do this sort of thing for my mother. She's always loved it when I do it, so I thought you would as well.”

“I think I do,” she whispers, running her finger along one of the flower’s petals. Langa watches her for a moment, getting caught in how gorgeous she is just looking at the flowers in her own hair. Then, he shakes himself inwardly and gets back to work, weaving more and more flowers into the second braid.

When he's finished, he guides the second braid over her right shoulder. She traces this one as well, before turning to face him, grinning brightly at him, blinding him all over again. “Thank you very much, Mister Snow!” she exclaims, and grabs one of his hands. Their fingers weave together, and he looks at their interlocked hands with wonder.

“And thank you for letting me do it, fair maiden,” he answers courteously. She giggles at him, and he slowly brings her hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips against the back of her hand. Her breath catches, her face flushing an even deeper red. Man, red really is her color. “I've had such a wonderful time with you- please, I must know your name.”

She wets her lips nervously, her amber eyes sparkling with anxiety. He lowers her hand, and begins to lightly trace her knuckles with his thumb. She watches this for a few seconds, before drawing in a deep breath. She steels herself, before meeting his eyes.

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” she says, and he unconsciously scoots closer to her, his knees brushing through the grass. He stops at the edge of her dress, not wanting to drag his knees across the well sewn stitching or fluffy layers. She leans in close, like she's about to tell him a secret, and he leans towards her without noticing, holding his breath with anticipation. “My name is-”

She cuts herself off when the loud bong of the nearby clock tower sounds, her eyes going wide, grip on his hand tightening. He stares at her questioningly, still waiting for her to say her name, only for her to suddenly be pulling away, pushing to her feet while brushing the front of her dress off.

“I have to go,” she says, taking Langa by complete surprise. His mouth falls open as she begins to quickly walk back they way they’d come, dress swaying around her wildly. Her expression is one of regret, but she doesn't stop going, turning back for one moment to tell him, “It was a fun night. Thank you very much.” She does a small curtesy before taking off in a full on sprint.

Langa almost can't do anything at first. All he could do was stare where she'd just been, his hand, now empty, held out uselessly in front of himself. The grass where she'd been sitting has an indention in it from the grass laying across it.

Then, he snaps out of it, and scrambles to his feet, taking off after her. “Wait!” he calls after her. His heart is hammering in his chest- they were having such a good time, why did she have to suddenly leave? The ball isn't even over for another two hours. They had plenty of time, and he wanted to get to know her more. “Wait! Where are you going?”

“I'm sorry!” she calls back, disappearing around a corner. Langa runs as fast as his legs could take him, and finds her already halfway down the steps of the palace. Her dress flares out behind her in a mess of blue, brushing across the tops of the steps.

At one point, Langa’s heart stops when she seems to stumble and nearly trip over one of the steps. He hardly even notices the large amount of noise growing behind him; everyone inside must have taken notice of his plight.

But the girl catches herself, pauses to look back, and then takes off again. Langa stops at the spot she had- spotting one of her beautiful glass slippers. His eyes widen and he crouches down to pick it up.

Bad idea.

Because the girl manages to get into her carriage and the carriage takes off as soon as the door is closed. His heart plummets and even though he knows it's in vain, he still gives chase after the carriage as it pulls away.

“Wait!!” he shouts after the receding carriage, to no avail. He glances around for his horse, but is stopped when his mom appears beside him, panting.

“Who was that?” she asks breathlessly. Langa’s mind buzzes; no no! He doesn't have time to talk! He has to get his horse and get to her before he loses her! But his mom catches his wrist before he could run, stopping him in his tracks. “Snow!”

He snaps out of his daze, and looks down at her desperately. Kojiro suddenly appears beside his mother, looking between them with confusion. “She- I- She's the one, Mom! And she hasn't even told me her name!” he manages to exclaim.

His mother’s eyes widen, and she looks at Kojiro, who seems to understand her look. He peels away from them towards the palace guard, hopping onto his horse.

“Calm down, sweetie,” she tells him soothingly. He's trembling, he realizes. He doesn't want to lose this mystery girl and her pretty face and kind personality and the things she makes him feel. He’d just met her and started smiling again! “Kojiro and the guards will go and bring her back, alright? Just wait right here. They'll be back soon.”

Langa wets his lips, biting his lower lip anxiously. He tightly grips the glass slipper she’d left behind, the only connection he has back to her.

His mystery princess.

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #snowgear #reki kyan #renga #langa hasegawa #cindereki #my writing #my drabbles #long post

[sonybees]

me rewatching dead poets society instead of doing my assignments

i’m not sure if anyone would even care about this but i am really bored soo here we go

neil looks so down when he’s with his father stopdjejdkfjnr

poor todd got forced to stand up i would get pissed eujehd

the best preparatory school? lmfao ok.

KEATING YAY

THE PRESSURE THAT TODD HAS TO GO THROUGH I CAN SEE IT IN HIS EYES HE DOES NOT WANT THIS WTF

poor kids being forced to go there

LMFAO SPAZ

i still don’t know what a stiff means is that even what he said?

OOPS LMFAO

attractive pieces of sht leaning on a door frame help

“keen.” HA

YESSIR USJSJSJ

why does meeks kind of sound like me when i meet someone new

“he flatters me.” LOLSJNDKSHSJJSKSJDC

“i thought you’d gOne.”

freaking hell stfu tom

i’ve always thought this who calls their father “sir” ???

THE LOOK CHARLIE AND KNOX SHARE HDNEJDJF

“BRAIN DAMAGE” HSMEJD

they all look so confused like same

BRO SPAZ LMFAO

their smiles are so cute awwjdnejsnjd

POOR PITTS SHJWJS

MEEKS SMILE WHEN HE SAID AN UNFORTUNATE NAME

DING

“turn cold and die.” damn that took a turn fast

caaaaaarpeeeee dieeeeeem @siezethedaypoets (sorry! sjjejs)

“that means you daLtoN” the way he says it lfmaosjjd

i thought he was gonna do history he pulled out his chem book dhjshdbd

take a breath knox damn

them just not at all understanding math is a mood

too bad :/

AWW THE WXCITEMENT IN PITTS AND MEEKS EYES

“very funny, dalton.” hehehhehehejjdjdjfjrkdn ccmv mf

AWW MEEKS

CHARLIE WTF YOU DRAWING

RIP SHRED TEAR

RIP RIP RIP

oh shit

ahh one of my fav scenes, charlie basically eating that ball of paper

i hate looking at this it’s so awkward like hello mr. mccallister

what will your verse be?

THE MASHED POTATOS

“no, keating.” LMFAO YES GO KEATING

is that stick? on the end of the table?

“don’t come please.”

“no shIt, sherlock.” HA I LOVE THIS GUY

“pittsie, cmon!” “his grades are hurting, charlie.” i literally just love this conversation

“i’ll try anything once.” “except sex!” “ha ha ha.” HSJWJJSND ANOTHER ONE OF MY FAV CONVOS

“WOMEN SWOON HA HA HA” THE EVIL LAUGH WTF SHEJJS

“CHARLIE @tellmewhytheyswoon” SORRY I HAD TO LMFAO

LMFAO SHUT UP WILL YOU

this is so chaotic and messy damn

the treatshsjdj

they’re loud asf

i wonder who’s who while they were running with the hoods

OH CRAP THE SUN IS OUT WHAT that isn’t in the movie sorry

I LOVE MEEKS AND CHARLIE’S RELATIONSHIP SM

i could never take note of the minutes when something happens how will he do that

YESSIR PART TWO

HOW DID PITTS TAKE THE OTHER HALF SO FAST

EVEN TODD KNOWS CAMERONS STORY LMFAO

LMFOA KNOX IS STARING AT THE PICTURE

MEEKS HOOO THEN I SAW THE CONGO CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK

THE LITTLE BOING NOISE LMFAO WHAT IS THAT

“are you a man or an amoeba?” i’m sorry lol what the hell do you mean sjdjiend

TO WOO WOMEN

“why do i stand up here? anybody?” “@tofeeltaller” HA I LOVE DOING THIS IM SORRY

i would cry if i found out that i had to make a poem AND read it aloud in front of everyone

poor todd thougsjwhidfj

i wanna marry todd. lmfao where did that come from

RADIO FREE AMERICA

AWW THEM DANCING STFU THIS IS SO CUTE

i can’t hear the audio hellloooooojdjwksbdken

AWW we got some anderperry content here

lol i wanna wear their sweaters

:/// TODD

“no.” “no? what do you mean no?” “no.” *smirks* HAJDJDJWKNS

DONT BE IMMATURE

IDK WHERE TF THE INSTRUMENTS CAME FROM BUT I LOVE IT

the birds are so pretty

nice outfit knox

STOP STARING DUDE YOU’RE MAKING IT TOO OBVIOUS CMON

“sounds to me like you’re daunted.” JSJS

TO INDEED BE A GOD

MEEKS AND PITTS WOTH THEIR HEADPHONES ON AWW

“PUCK YOU” LMFAOAJSJJDJ

i bet todd’s poem is actually great

“the cat sat on the mat.” DNDIDHJDJDJDHS i love how keating still said it wasn’t all bad though

BRO DAMN DONT CALL TODD AND I OUT LIKE THAT

lmfao todd’s just hating every second of this

“sweaty toothed madman” i can see that too whatsbjdjdjsn

THIS IS BETTER THAN ANY POEM I EVER TRIED TO WRITE GREAT JOB TODD

NEIL IS AMAZED

when keating pushed their foreheads together wtf aww father son love typa thing that’s so cutejjedujsidj

LMFOA NO KNOX TRIPPED

YAYY GOAL

wtf this seems so fun

“your parents collect pipes? oh that’s really interesting.” LFMAOOAJSJD I LOVE PITTS

poetrusic by charlie dalton

laughing crying mumbling tumbling

DAMN HES GOOD

the little kind of aggressive hair ruffle awwjendn

OOO VOCABULARY

LMFAO THE LITTLE CHUCKLE KNOX DOES

AWW THEYRE ALL SO HAPPY FOR KNOX

THE SCARFSJJD

“exercising my right not to walk.” smartass

it’s todd’s birthday and no one greeted him excpet neil stfukqbxqbcdbkrw

the first unmanned flying desk set yes yes

THEY ALL JUST STOOD UP LMFAO

merlin knox you are DRUNK

PLEASE DONT ISTG KNOX

THATS NOT WHAT HE MEANT BY CARPE DIEM

well you’re in deep trouble now

“it’s God. he says we should have girls at welton.” as much as i love this scene what the hell were you thinking my man

i don’t get how this was legal back then. wtf is it gonna do? you’re just hurting the kids bro

the pain in his eyes stop

“@dangitneil the name’s nuwanda.” pain brokqdb jdjf

CRAP CRAP CRAP MR PERRY GET OUT

the pic of keating’s wife/gf aww

neil you’re gonna make me cry stop

that is so odd why are their lockers like connected from the left side isn’t it usually from the right?

JSKSIJDEIUWKDRUEJSJX CHRIS IS SO DONE NODKDMD

that piece of bread

THIS GUY JUST SHOVED A KID CMON KNOX

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOTHING?”

AWW WHEN TODD MESSED UO CAMERONS HAIR

CHARLIE LMFAO I MENA NUWANDA

KNOX IS DONE W THEM TOO

chris is gorgeous omg

the snow in her hair stop marry me

“you are SO infuriating”

i hate how i’m just completely forgetting what’s gonna happen in like 10 minutes

PUCK

LMFAOTHEM HOLDING DOWN CHARLIE

“he’s really good.” AW YES HE IS FUCSHWMDMD

wait the holding hands is kinda cute thoughsjdnd

bro mr perry is making me want to kill someone maybe him

NEIL’S SMILE IMMEDIATELY WENT AWAY IHATE YOU TOM

damnit you idiot i hate you sm let your son live you bastard

sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sobs sobs sobs

merlin neil

IM JUST NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT THIS YK

HA HA HA NOT CRYING

SIGHS AGAIN

DEAR LORD

NO TODD IS GONNA MAKE ME CRY TOO STOP

THEY ALL SEEM LIKE THEYRE IN SHOCK NO

damn everything

SIGH WHY DIDNT I STOP WATCHING? IDFK

“it’s beautiful.” NOFNEJWGHSGEMWGE NEED WH

KEATING NO

lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol

charlie just sitting down not singing i hate this

i probably should’ve just stopped watching yk but i didn’t but that’s okay i think

i got so pissed the first time they said that they were gonna ask questions like??? did mr perry did no at all realize that it was his fault?

sigh cameron you aren’t always that bad but in this scene i loathe you

NO RICHARD

DAMNIT YOU MADE TODD SNAP

AND CHARLIE SNAPPED TOO YOU JUST MESSED UP TOO MUCH MAN

i hate how it went from a happy dark academia movie to this cmon

todd’s dad is so mean shut up he was just asking a question

it feels so sad in the room i hate it

the empty chairs pls no

keating’s little chuckle man i miss their smiles

BRO SROP THEY LOOK SO SAD TODD ISTG

*GASP OF HAPPINESS IN THE MIDDLE OF CRYING* HUHUHUH

TODD MEEKS STICK SPAZ PITTS KNOX GEORGE? HA I LOVE YALL

and we’re done. damn okay

thanks for reading ig fjdbshsbjwhdjsj

anyways i’m tired goodnight or morning or wtvr thanks! and sorry <3

#dead poets society #dps #tw swearing #tw caps #sofia rambles #sofia watches #sigh #sniffles #HUHUHU