#I LOVE YOU WYR!!!!

[causenessus]

for whenever you come back from your break <33

wyr i am going to kiss u all over ur face!!!! i love u so much!! I AM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK FROM MY BREAK BECAUSE IT MEANS I GET TO TALK TO YOU AND INTERACT WITH YOU AND I AM SO SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS AGAIN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WYR!!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT AND BEING SO SWEET TO ME STILL AND HOW ARE YOU DOING!! WHAT IS NEW IN YOUR LIFE??? HOW IS YOUR WATERMELON (???!!!)

[bakery-anon]

number 44 because it’s my favorite ‼️

WYR HI WYR I LOVE YOU WYR !!!

Number 44 !!! Drumroll please

…otaku hot girl -Megan Thee Stallion

[nectardaddy]

ok my brain is fried I'll reply to stuff either late tn or tomorrow :D

[misswoozi]

The lingerie ask inspired me-thanks 🎮

Cap, wyr go shopping with seonghwa for lingerie and 'supplies' for his hookup later that night OR go shopping with johnny for lingerie and 'supplies' for yall to use together later that night??

OH THIS IS A VERY CREATIVE QUESTION

Wow on one hand, helping Seonghwa with his hookup is kind of... unique?? In a very fun way. On the other, we all know about my sloppy, embarrassing crush on Johnny...

I'M GONNA GO WITH SEONGHWA. I THINK IT'S A REALLY COOL SCENARIO. IT'S ORIGINAL. I LIKE IT. I CHOOSE BEING SEONGHWA'S PREMIUM WINGMAN.

[causenessus]

THIS IS PART THREE BUT YOU SHOULD READ THE WHOLE THING OMG RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

your missing sign suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you wonder what'll happen at the end of your skate together word count: 1.1k warnings: skate blades, rom-com ending masterlist | requests are open part 1 / part 2

   "my hands won't stop shaking, kiyoko," you watch as your fingers tremble upon trying to tie the laces of your skates. 

  despite your years of competitions and experience skating with actual figure skaters, this is the most worried you've ever felt. part of you assumes it's because suna might not be able to catch you when you fall. while the rest of your brain knows it's because you don't want it to end. you don't want to finish the skate and watch him leave seconds later, yet you know it's bound to happen. 

  and yet your hands can't stop shaking from the inevitable. "y/n, first of all, nothing bad is going to happen out there. you're both good skaters and you'll know what to do. and secondly, he likes you!"

  "you have no idea-"

  "you don't see the way he looks at you when you practice..."

  an eyebrow raises on your face, an unimpressed frown lining your lips. you wanna believe kiyoko's fantasy of the two of you kicking it off by the end of it. yet, you can still feel the lingering doubt deep within. even when you look up and see suna not too far off, his hand waving.

  it's a short wave, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. you raise your hand and give him a similar wave, the only difference being that you are waving him over to where you are. even if the two of you parted ways forever, you figure that it would be on good terms. or at least, better terms, than where you started. 

  kiyoko knowingly backs away, saying goodbye before retreating for her husband and figure skating partner. what you don't see is the soft smirk on her face as she walks away. certain that the two of you will get together. 

  "hello partner, you ready to throw me around?" you question, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

  partner? your mind rings with disbelief that you would ever call someone 'partner' like a cowboy. let alone someone you're romantically attracted to. luckily, it just causes him to laugh, shaking his head in confusion. he holds out his hand for you to grab, raising an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his face, "partner? i thought we were just two skaters who won't ever skate together past this experience."

  "i wish we weren't..." you mumble, grabbing ahold of his calloused hands and pulling yourself up. 

  suna tilts his head, unable to pull his eyes away from yours. "wait, what did you say?" a small smile grows on his face and his hand holds just a little tighter against yours.

  you shrug, heart beating a little quicker at the sight of his face less than a foot from yours. despite ending up with close bodies and faces every practice, you can still feel the heat in your cheeks raise to that of an uncomfortable level. his smile stays fit on his face as he awaits an answer from you.

  "i wanna make sure i heard you right, what did you say?" suna's eyes begin to search yours, unwilling to move to anything else.

  "nothing, i just think we should get ready, our skate is almost up," of course you wanted to tell him, tell him that despite what little time the two of you spent together, you feel strongly for him. 

  however, every rational part of your mind is screaming at you that this is nothing but a winter fling. that the two of you will leave each other in a few meek hours. that suna is simply asking because he wants to see whether you told him off or something. your eyes look between him and the ice, shaking your head. 

  you couldn't possibly tell him, not when he could so easily push you away. no matter how hard his eyes stare into your soul, you can't bring yourself to tell him that everything you've wanted the past few days is in front of you. especially when you didn't know why there was such a switch in your heart. 

  "you said it yourself, we're just two skaters who will part ways after this event, let's get on with it," you pull your eyes from his, looking down at your skates, the laces pulling all of your attention. 

  "i was joking, y/n. and when i told you that at the beginning of our practices, i didn't know you then. i certainly didn't know how amazing of a person you are," suna sticks to your first name, rolling it off of his tongue like the two of you had known each other forever.

  thoughts roll into your head that he could be lying, that he's faking it to make fun of you. that maybe no one could like you like that. anxiety bubbles up through your body, and you bite your lip, keeping your eyes to the floor. suna furrows his eyebrows, lifting a hand until your chin rests on his index finger.

  he lifts your head up, a small smile on his lips, "you're phenomenal, and if you really don't want this to end, something that i hope is more than just a partnership, then i don't either."

  "i'm so happy you said that," you reach forward and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

  "i am too," he leans forward, tilting his head a little as he brushes your lips with his. 

  it's such a soft touch that it nearly tickles you, your hand tightening against his. you push forward on the balls of your feet as your face begins to feel warmer. without thinking, suna begins to smile into the kiss, his lips soft and somewhat delicate.

  you probably could've stood like that for forever, his thumb running against his your cheekbone, his fingers carefully resting on your knuckles. however, as mysterious as fate can be, someone shouts out your names. the voice sounds so familiar as it says something.

  "y/n! suna! your skate is about to start!" kiyoko stands side by side with tanaka, their arms intertwined as she waves you over. 

  suna pulls away from the kiss, his eyes lingering between your eyes and lips. he lets out a short sigh and a part of him wants to say 'fuck it' to leaving the competition just to be with you. however, as he watches you smile wildly at kiyoko and at the ice, he knows that skating with you would be the best experience he could go through. 

  "suna, would you want to go get coffee after this?"

  "absolutely, and call me rintarō. i think it would sound best coming from you."

[arc-misadventures]

Nora has a new game to torment her friends with because why not? And to give her favorite people a small break from FMK. The game: Would You Rather. Her first contestant/victim, Jaune. Because why not? He can do with a nice change of pace. He seems to almost expect Nora to ask FMK at this point. Gotta keep him on his toes ya know?

Jaune WYR: marry Tifa or Aerith from FF7?

Jaune: WYR

Nora: Hey, Jaune! I got a new game we can play!

Jaune: If it’s anything like, MFK, MFE, or BMI I will strap you to a chair, and make you watch dog movies.

Nora: How is that a threat?

Jaune: Sad dog movies where the dog may, or may not die in the end!

Nora: (Horrified gasp!)

Nora: You’re a monster!

Jaune: I am my monsters gatekeeper, Nora. Keep on pushing my buttons any further, and I will let them out to play~!

Nora: Ahhhhh?!!?!

Nora: WYR!

Jaune: Eh?

Nora: Would You Rather!

Jaune: Eh?

Nora: Would you rather marry, Tifa, or Aerith from FF7!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Haaa… Okay, listen up, Nora. I have never played, FF7, I’ve seen videos… well, it was more of a movie considering how many cutscenes there was in that remake they did. But, I barely know anything about FF7, and the characters in it.

Jaune: I know they’re both… terrorist, rebels? One of the two, they’re interchangeable. They’re involved in this weird love triangle with, Cloud. I think…?

Jaune: I know, Aerith is the flower girl who dies, and that made everyone sad… for some reason.

Jaune: And, I know, Tifa is the eye candy/waifu of the, Final Fantasy series… at least I think she is…? All because she has… did…? She has a big rack!

Jaune: And, there was that whole, Italian fiasco…

Nora: The what?

Jaune: I know the bare bones about the game! So I’m going to have to pick, Tifa!

Nora: Because of her boobs?

Jaune: Because of her big boobs!

Nora: Really? I thought you would make a more in depth, and well thought out choice.

Jaune: Nora, if you look at the pair from just from the character designs, you can choose between either the cute flower girl, or the hot brawler babe. Who do you choose?

Nora: What?! Kind of choice is that, flower girl, or brawler babe? How can you rationalize a choice like…?!

Jaune: Ruby is the cute flower girl, Yang is the hot brawler babe. Who would you rather?

Nora: …

Nora: Yang…

Jaune: Because of her boobs?

Nora: Because of her big boobs…

Jaune: Ha! Told you.

///

I do know the bare bones about the games. Never played them, and I don’t care for RPG’s. There’s no replay value to me.

[sp00kymulderr]

Tomorrow (the 19th) is FRIDAY! I think we deserve to have some fun

✨Let’s have a Pedro Party!✨

To join in the Pedro party, first comment on this post so people know you’re partying, and then do one/a few/all of the following (OR make up your own party related activity):

🎁 Send a Pedro present! Send an ask to a partygoer (or make a post) about a character, Pedro look, Pedro quote etc. that you associate with them (and why)

🎉 Play party games! All the usual (fmk, wyr) or something else - ask about each others top fives (Pedro characters, shows/movies, scenes, tshirts, whatever!), an ask based version of the post it note game (guess which character the asker is), most likely to etc.

🎨Make a Pedro! Create something Pedro related (a moodboard, a silly little canva creation, a drabble, a stick figure drawing, idk a cake?? anything you want!) and post it for all to see

🎧Share a party playlist! Make a playlist for the partygoers, using songs you associate with Pedro, with a character, a certain fic etc.

🎈Make party decorations! Create and send me some Pedro themed party decorations to spruce the place up.

📋Party planning! What would an ideal party look like for your favourite character? Write a little blurb about it, or create a visual representation. OR plan a theme party for one of the other partygoers (for example for me you might make an alien themed party with Dieter jumping out of a cake 😏)

🪩Pedro Party pals! Send me this emoji I’ll tell you which character you’re hanging out with at the party and what you’re doing together.

❤️Most importantly, party with love! Love for Pedro, love for your pals, love for the community of great people we have here.

Random tags of some lovely moots in case they wanna join the party:

@schnarfer @hellfire-state-of-mind @covetyou @futuraa-free @ghotifishreads

@bitchwitch1981 @beefrobeefcal @ozarkthedog @whatsnewalycat @chronically-ghosted

@perotovar @swiftispunk @itsokbbygrl @studioghibelli @maggiemayhemnj

@goodwithcheese @grogusmum @nothoughtsjustmeds @toomanytookas @for-a-longlongtime

@hellishjoel @luxurychristmaspudding @penvisions @seventeenpins @secretelephanttattoo

[causenessus]

ran out of tag space BUT I AM NOT DONE

i'll actually try and limit myself because I have another chapter to read but omg again like wyr I don't know how to explain this in a way that doesn't sound weird and that makes sense to you 😭 but my trip to Canada was so life changing it was so comforting and so beautiful I have such fond memories or it it was my favorite place I ever went I felt so happy and cozy and that is exactly how I feel reading your works <3 like this is the highest compliment I can ever think to give!! like relating my favorite most happiest memory to your writing if that makes sense <3 I love love love baby's breath it's one of my favorite flowers and I just love you so much wyr everything you do is perfect I love how you write I love this concept I love you so so much!! <3 also I must know!! what is your favorite flower? <3

☆ chapter one - bud and sprout m.list

    snow slowly falls to the ground, leaving a light dusting across every sidewalk and mailbox. small fir trees find their way across the city, covered in large string lights and snow. your old white snow boots trudge across the street, two bouquets in each respective arm. one of them features poinsettias for the season, the other being a usual bouquet of roses and baby's breath. 

  while you'd never find yourself forcing a customer into another bouquet, you can't help but yearn for the daffodils and the snowdrops to have their moments. and the smell of jasmine flowers has always been what you've preferred over roses. especially as you carry them down the sidewalk, the sweet smell contaminating your nose and carrying through the wind as you enter the first shop. 

  stepping into your local antique shop, the first thing you smell is a candle that smells like it's been burning for eternity. mixed with the smell of books and a light layer of dust, you know you're at home. "hello... i have your poinsettia order, from calla lily," you look around, wondering where the owner could be today.

  "y/n! thank you for bringing it around, i'm in the process of unloading some books so if you could drop that off at the counter i would be indebted to you," she looks up from behind a few cabinets, a smile propping up on her face.

  setting it down beside the register, you look back at her, giving a soft goodbye. opening the front door, you step back into the cold, the snow falling back down onto you. looking down at your phone to check the time, you take a step forward, feeling something hard hit into your side and cheek. recoiling back, you expect something hard to hit into the back of your head, but all you feel is a soft hand grabbing at yours.

  looking up at the individual, his soft silhouette illuminates from the sun streaming through the clouds, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. the stranger's hair spikes upwards, a concerned frown on his lips quickly morphing into a smile. “i’m so sorry, i’m so late for this meeting my boss is going to kill me,” he quickly pulls you up, accidentally bringing you far too close to his face.

  you stand there for a moment, staring into his eyes. swallowing the saliva in your throat, you shake your head, “it’s okay…”

  “and i destroyed your bouquet, i am so sorry,” the stranger grabs at his briefcase’s handle and stuffs it under his arm, picking up the squished bouquet from below the briefcase’s leathery texture.

  handing off the paper wrapped roses to you, he lifts his wrist up into view. pulling back his suit jacket just slightly, his eyes widen as pure shock overrides him. “how much is the bouquet? i’ll repay you,” the stranger starts to pull out his wallet, not even letting you reply as he starts sorting out a fifty or two.

  “i made this bouquet, i’ll just make a new one for my customer. you really don’t-” he doesn’t even give you a second to finish talking before he’s stuffing a twenty and a fifty into your hand.

  his hands are still so soft against yours, hands cupping around yours. “i’m so sorry again, i can not be even more late to this meeting,” the mysterious, and oddly endearing businessman grabs the briefcase out from under his arm, already hurrying down the sidewalk.

  laughing to yourself, you yell out to him, “if you ever have a bouquet you need, get it it at calla lily! think of it as the best apology you can make!”

  he turns back to look at you, still running rather recklessly. giving you a wave with his free hand, the man shouts back to you in a tone that could only be described as whimsy and excitement. “i might just take you up on that offer!” quickly turning back around, he turns a corner, ignoring the snow that kicks up with every step.

  shaking your head, you look down at your bouquet, finally taking in the damage. the roses are flattened and the baby’s breath has dwindled into a few petals and leaves. grabbing out your phone, you start walking down the sidewalk, messaging the cafe’s owner with a warning that the roses will be delivered later than expected. 

  snow falls onto your phone’s screen with every message, your hand swiping off the droplets of water every few seconds. looking up from your phone, you press the crosswalk button. the soft hue of the traffic lights shine through the falling snow. bright enough that anyone can see it, but just low enough that it isn’t blinding for anyone traveling through. 

  as the light changes, you walk through, thinking back to the mysterious man that you ran into. the way the light surrounded him making him look like he was some winter angel saving you from a worse fate. even the way his smile widened as soon as he realized you were okay made your stomach flutter with the feeling of butterflies. just something about him made him so memorable.

  and you can already picture yourself running into him again. maybe it would be at the cafe or you’d find yourself next to him on the sidewalk again. you know you could sit there for hours on end, wondering if anything could’ve come from your meeting, if it weren’t for yachi ending your fantasies with a wave.

  “i’m gonna go deliver these bouquets to some of the residential areas, can you stay here until i get back?” she calls out from the front door of your shop, leaning out with her jacket sprawled out over her shoulders, a sloppy scarf thrown over her shoulders. 

  giving her a thumbs up, you walk up to the shop, “yeah, i just need to deliver a bouquet for new grounds because this one was unfortunately destroyed. well, not totally unfortunately…”

  looking back at yachi, she raises an eyebrow at you. “okay you can’t just say that and not explain what the ‘not totally unfortunately’ means,” she leans up against the store’s counter.

  “well, i was looking at my phone when some guy runs into me,” you start explaining, setting down the destroyed bouquet, “and i thought i was gonna crack my skull open or something… until he caught me, like full on, caught me.”

  taking off your scarf, you hang it up on the coat rack, quickly setting your coat up with it too, “and he payed me for the bouquet, and i don’t know. he was just memorable in the best way possible. i don’t even know why.”

  “someone has a budding crush…”

  “sure, like i’ll ever see him again,” you shrug your shoulders while sitting down by the company’s computer. refreshing the page reveals a new order for a dozen tulips, ordered for an in-store pickup. 

taglist (open): @eggyrocks @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy @grassbutneo @asrichin

@boosyboo9206 @anqelkoz @rriwyu @ssabvln @thesleepingrose

@chososcamgirl @lale-txt

[ozarkthedog]

Ozzie's 11k Birthday Sleepover

i'm still in awe of getting to celebrate another birthday (april 30) on tumblr along with a new milestone! thank you for supporting my writing and indulging in fantasizes with me over the years. i thoroughly enjoy whoring with each and every one of you! i love you! 💙

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

❦ characters accepted: joel miller · tess servopoulos · tommy miller · frankie morales · santi garcia · tim rockford · dieter bravo · javier pena · dave york · mr. ben · marc spector · layla el-faouly · steven grant ❦ send asks with the corresponding emoji and all details! ❦ DILF/DBF/DARK asks are encouraged! ❦ multiple submissions are welcome. i'll do my very best to respond to them all even when the party is over. obvs, i reserve the right to not respond to an ask if it doesn't vibe with me. don't take it personally xx ❦ to filter: #ozzies 11k birthday ❦ celebration from April 26th thru April 28th!

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

📷 - send a character + a concept and I’ll respond with a moodboard and maybe a drabble. 📝 - send a location & number from this prompt list + character and i’ll write a drabble. 💀 - send your dark! thots and i’ll add to the carnage. 😈 🥰 - Fic/Blog Rec - i wanna share the love!!!!! 👀 - WYR, FMKiss, This or That, Cast My Mutuals, etc. 💌 - any questions you’d like me to answer!

i’ll add all fics i write for the sleepover to this post 💙

Dieter Bravo Fluff

dark!joel blurb

Dave York Mirror Sex Blurb

Javier Pena Shotgunning

Steven Grant handjob

Tim Rockford Office Sexy Times

Dieter Bravo quickie

[causenessus]

I feel like a dragon slowly being woke from my sleep

[bakery-anon]

Me interacting w/ my moots

[bakery-anon]

Wyr give me a watchlist and I will yap to you about the shows you like. ILYSM

thinking about all the niche shows i watch that everyone i talk to will never have even heard of

[sweetnnaivete]

ceri’s not-so-secret santa event!

hi cuties!! to celebrate the beginning of the true winter season, i’ve made this fun little event for you to participate in if you’d like :) just follow the rules and have fun xoxoxoxo

⊹ ࣪ ˖ everyone.

🎲 santa doesn’t know you like i do - classic tumblr games! (ie. cym, kmk, wyr)

🎲 been an angel all year - make assumptions about me (bonus points for relating to winter/the holidays) and i’ll tell you if they’re true!

🎁 christmas wrapping - i’ll recommend you five songs & explain why i chose them!

🎁 once bitten and twice shy - i’ll make you an outfit based on your blog!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ close mutuals.

🎁 chestnuts roasting on an open fire - i’ll make you a pinterest board based on how i perceive you/our friendship!

🎲 wintery fairyland - i tell you what winter-y thing we would do together if we met up irl! (specify if you want it relating to christmas or a general winter theme)

🎁 love to keep me warm - i’ll write you a little love letter!

⊹ ࣪ ˖ rules.

one request per ask

only one ask per day

you can request each of the games (🎲) multiple times (the exception being wintery fairyland), but each of the gifts (🎁) can only be requested once

how to know if you’re a “close mutual”? – if we’ve interacted beyond simply following each other and liking the occasional post! if you’re still unclear, you can ask :)

this event will go from december 1st-20th! all games will be answered as soon as possible, gifts will be published on the 24th or 25th!

love always, ceri 🤍

⊹ ࣪ ˖ tags.

@sunyalucks @scrumblewonk @iloveyapping @theodditylacey @angeliicheartt @lovethornes @sleepinginmygrave @kozumesphone

[blairdii]

one of my fav things about nortrell is showing up.

i don’t have time to go into a full psycho analysis right now, but here’s a mini version.

as a kid, parents showing up have greatly impacted us on the way we grew up. i mean, i used to give clear instructions to my mom about where to sit for the best view of me, and now i do that in college events with my friends.

max has been with lando practically their whole lives. from karting together to growing up and lando in f1. during karting, max showed up by actually being there and participating. now, showing up is sitting and watching every race, no matter what time it is, or sometimes travelling to places to see it in person.

parents, friends showing up makes us feel like at the end of the day, we have somewhere to go, someone to look forward to, someone to share with what you’ve just done.

lando’s parents and max are specifically that for that. like, how poetic is it that lando’s other friends, aarava and a few more were there to see him win miami, and then zandvoort, his parents got to see him win, and then singapore, where max got to see him win.

they showed up.

it’s a comfort of its own, and despite being 25, i feel lando really needs that. he needs that comfort of knowing that someone’s showed up specifically for him, to cheer for him, to com for him, to just be with him.

max has watched and streamed every race, even saying that he knows what goes on behind the scenes in mclaren because lando tells him. while it’s not much, it’s still showing up from where you can. and i think that’s why lando and max have such a close, healthy relationship.

max understands what lando needs, and he gives it without hesitation. lando understands what max needs, and gives it without hesitation.

like, take for instance, lando telling max to move in with him because max was not well mentally during that time. lando being there as much as he could, getting max out of the house, spending time, making him laugh, all those sorts of things, because he knew what max needed at that time. he showed up.

nortrell have a love language of showing up. that’s a highly underrated one, because the feeling of seeing someone you love show up for you because they love you is the best.

apparently, i did have time to write a semi psychoanalysis on this

-wyr anon

YES YES YES!!!

when i was first getting into f1, i indulged more in quadrant first: watched a few videos, a couple of max's and lando's streams (live and recorded [lando's were mainly the latter unfortunately 🥲]) and the thing that stood out to me was how max was always there. despite no longer being a driver, after being so committed to motorsport for so long, he was still able to supprt lando through quadrant, show up at races, stream him watching races live every weekend; and then i found out that max was offered to live with lando just so max could have someone, and i love that most about nortrell.

they always want to be there, no matter how the circumstances, no matter were they are. they reminded me and my friends and i, all of us had our own problems and challenges, but we never skipped on showing up. it doesn't matter the time in which we message, just needing comfort, we always make sure to be there as soon as we can.

max and lando are just the same person, different fonts. they get each other like crazy, it's beautifully obvious how much they care about each other; they're just ARGHH 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

showing up is definitely one thing lando needs. especially now when it seems like it's him against the whole world, those around him being there just grounds him (as stated in your ask; his parents being there for his zandvoort win made everything so much better. there was even a pic they took together at belgium (i think??) and he really looked like that mischievous, shy kid again 🥲). those close to him being there really reminds him that, yes he's lando norris, a driver for mclaren in f1, but he's also just lando, someone's son, someone's best friend, who just happens to be living that dream of making it big. and they'll level his head a bit, simmer down that anxiety and remind him that he loves racing. and he should enjoy it.

all in all, wyr anon you summed this up perfectly and way more articulated than i did, and i love nortrell with everything in me. i can't be more glad at how lando has someone like max, and his other friends too. he deserves the best!!

[27dragons]

Countdown to 2025: Dec 18

You can consider this one an unofficial addition to tisfan's Also Prey story, since that's the 'verse I was thinking of while I wrote it. You don't need to have read it to read this, though.

Shapeshifters AU / Marvel - Winteriron / Ornament

Tony enjoyed the winter holidays, for the most part. More, since the team had moved in with him. There was always an enormous tree in the lobby of the tower, and smaller trees in the public areas of every floor, and a couple of them in his workshop. There were professional decorators who put up the decorations in most of the tower, but on the Avengers’ floors, Tony did the vast majority of it himself.

Sam theorized it was because all the shiny lights and sparkling baubles were irresistible to Tony’s cat. Steve thought it was because all the trees provided convenient hiding spots for the cat when it was feeling jumpy about being surrounded by so many larger predators.

Bucky didn’t really care why, as long as his boyfriend was happy. He went out and bought ornaments for the tree in the Avengers’ common space -- there were already several of the official ornaments on it, but the city was full of people selling bootleg varieties of varying quality that looked nothing like the staid, marketing-approved ones.

He hung them on the tree and watched as the others noticed them, one by one, exclaiming with delight or laughter.

The next day, Bucky stumbled over a shop that sold ornaments in animal shapes, and for a small extra fee, you could have them painted. Most people probably got paint jobs that matched their own natural markings, or those of their loved ones. But Bucky stood on the sidewalk for a good ten minutes, looking over all the examples, before finally giving up and yielding to the impulse.

A week or so later, he carefully hung ornaments on the tree that matched each of his teammates’ wyr forms -- and which had been painted to look like they were wearing versions of their hero costumes.

Those got even bigger reactions. Steve had done one of those whole-body laughs, his hand over his heart like he thought it was going to burst out of his chest with joy. Natasha had eyed hers from every angle before taking it down and re-hanging it in a different spot -- a little more shadowy, but, Bucky noticed, well-placed to be perfectly visible from her favorite spot on the couch. Sam had demanded to know where Bucky’d gotten them, and gone off to commission more for his family.

Tony, on the other hand... He walked all the way around the tree, several times, peering into the branches like he expected something to jump out at him. Then he’d blurred into his wyr and wriggled up under the lowest branches and started climbing the tree.

Bucky watched cautiously -- the trees were all well-braced against climbing creatures, but Tony frequently thought he could disobey the laws of physics in both of his forms.

Bucky was so careful watching for him that he almost missed it when Tony’s ornament fell off the tree to the floor, batted by one delicate paw.

“Hey,” he complained.

The branches rustled and Tony jumped to the floor, then delicately took the ornament’s hook in his mouth and padded off with it.

“Hey,” Bucky said again.

Tony ignored him, tail high and twitching, as he stalked out of the room.

Maybe Tony hadn’t found them quite as amusing as Bucky had.

The next day, Bucky came into the room to find Tony sitting on the couch, reading on his tablet. “Hey, babe,” he said.

Without looking up, Tony tossed something at him; Bucky fumbled a bit, catching it. It looked like a ball of bubble wrap and tissue paper. “This seems more your speed than mine,” Bucky said, grinning.

“Open it.”

Bucky turned the ball over and found a bit of tape holding the whole thing closed. He peeled it loose, then carefully unrolled everything to reveal... Tony’s Ironwyr ornament. Bucky blinked at it, then looked back up at Tony.

Tony turned off the tablet and dropped it onto the cushion beside him, then held up another ornament. A wolf, dark-furred, dressed to match Bucky’s black-and-silver costume. “You forgot one,” Tony said.

“Oh.” Bucky shrugged uncomfortably. “I’m not--”

“Don’t say whatever you’re about to say,” Tony advised. “Go on and hang it,” he added, gesturing to the tree.

Bucky looked at Tony, then at the tree, then at the ornament, and back to the tree. “Okay...” He stepped over to the tree and carefully hung the little Ironwyr on a central branch.

Tony stepped up and hung the Winter Wyr next to it, carefully twisting the cord until the two ornaments were lightly bumping, nose to nose. Almost like they were kissing.

“Much better,” Tony said, and threaded his arm through Bucky’s. “Mine was lonely without yours there.”

[causenessus]

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☼༄ ch. 2 - the second screw up m.list

    rain pours onto the roof, pattering down in a sporadic pattern. wiping your face with your hand, you listen to the sound of yachi snoring beside you. it’s soft, matching that of her kinder side, however, it’s just loud enough that it lingers in your mind. buzzing like an incessant fan that just won’t turn off no matter how hard you push the pillow against your ear.

  standing up, the bed creaks, yachi stirring as she flips around. for a moment, the room is quiet besides the soothing rain. the moment ends quickly as she starts back up again, situated in a similar situation that her airways just barely let out the irritating noise. biting your lip, you slip on your slippers, heading for the door.

  the balcony, from what you could remember, was covered. perfect for gazing into the storm and relaxing before the next long day. twisting the handle, you slowly open the door to hopefully not wake yachi. the door inches open as you look out at the night sky covered with a blanket of clouds. the only thing ruining the situation is oikawa leaning against the railing. 

  his arms are crossed in front of them, elbows leaning against the wood. his foot is crossed over the other one, head turning to look at the foreign noise. oikawa’s eyes meet yours and you realize there’s no turning back now. “hey,” his voice is silent compared to how it normally sounds, not as grating.

  “hi,” you step out of the motel room, shutting the door behind you. 

  walking up to the railing, you stare out at the rain, feeling a light dusting of mist on your face. you can’t bear to look at him this close, the stress probably killing you. “didn’t expect anyone else to be out here,” you purse your lips, looking down at the pool. 

  the lights inside look beautiful under the moving water, splashering effortlessly. “yeah, hinata’s killing me.. he-”

  “kicks in his sleep? we’ve had enough sleepovers as kids for me to know that,” you finally look over at him, seeing a look of surprise across his face, a slight smile hiding beneath his opened mouth.

  oikawa nods, bringing one of his hands up to run through his hair. a cowlick forming from him laying down for the past few hours. you look back out at the sky and take in a deep breath, smelling a mix of his cologne and the fresh air of night. compared to earlier, it has a softer smell, more natural. “well at least someone understands,” he just barely nudges your shoulder.

༄ fun facts! - the tonics is a band created by @/causenessus for their upcoming smau!! - iwaizumi loves oikawa but hates how annoying he can be - about like anything - especially how much he talks about you - this trip is making y/n ever so slightly annoyed with her cousin - like hinata you planned it for a month later??? - but mmh at least oikawa and y/n are bonding a/n: what’s up… sorry it took more than a month… this is super awkward

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