#I wanted to put something cute on his hair as lucky item

[kucho04]

Lucky item, yellow hair ribbon Art trade :)

[cyrdling]

Lovey (Jason Todd x Reader Oneshot)

a/n: i really hope i wasn't gone too long, lol. hope you guys like the blog retheming! for the story, reader is broke and lives in a shitty apartment.

now, you didn't know jason todd was the red hood. how were you supposed to know that the total hunk with mysterious scars all over and a tendency to leave in the middle of the night was a fucking vigilante? okay, yeah, maybe you were a bit oblivious. but nobody could blame you for it, since you were slaving away at your job and you lived in gotham, for goodness sake. if you had one week without some random attack by the local crazies, you could count yourself lucky. this meant that the time you had outside of work and city-wide emergencies was very, very little- you couldn't really sleep all that much, and you couldn't do any of your hobbies. in essence, you weren't really living- just surviving. no time to think about pretty boy jason, or to figure out how to lie about being fine.

despite your oblivious nature, you knew jason was incredibly observant. you didn't need to know he was a vigilante (which, by the way, he still teases you for) to know that he's very aware of his surroundings. he takes care to be very, very aware of where you are- other things he doesn't really care about. he wants to make sure he knows where you are so he doesn't hurt you if you startle him. he just wants to be as gentle with you as possible. however, because of his observance, he's noticed something is up with you.

he wakes up in the morning to you rushing to get ready for work, remembering how late you went to bed last night. he decides to say something.

"sweetheart, why are you going to work? you slept so late last night," he practically mumbles. he has to keep his voice quiet, or else you might notice the soft little whine to it- he just wants to cuddle and keep you close, so not being able to absolutely breaks his big heart.

"sorry, jay- i need to work, i won't be affording this apartment and i can't miss a day just because i'm too tired. i know you'll miss me, baby, but i'll be back before you know it," you tell him, speaking at a volume normal to you, sure, but the quiet paradise of your bedroom was practically shaking from the sound. jason sighs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes to try and guilt you into staying. you're his little angel, he wants to hug you like a teddy bear while he curls up under your blankets.

you sigh, kissing him on the lips, while his adorable tactic doesn't help his case. then, you grab your phone, and leave. he sighs, deep and tired, as he pulls out his phone to check the time before he gets up. he goes through his morning routine without you- brushing his teeth, combing his hair, putting on his sweats and a tee shirt, eating a balanced breakfast (which he's very sure you didn't do, because the one he made for you and put in the fridge is untouched) and then sitting down in front of the television to think about you.

now, jason doesn't think about you every second of every day- he has to figure out how to save the city, after all- but he definitely comes close. he'll be walking down the street and see some items you might like, in a little storefront. he's watching television, and an ad for that one show you like shows up, and he looks to his side to talk about it with you, but you're not there. he decides that if he wants you to be happier, he'd have to do a lot of work.

first, he goes to the grocery store and buys all the stuff you're running out of, and stuff you've said you wanted to try but never had the funds. he even gets a couple extra things he thinks you might like, too, even if you've never said anything about them. he racks up quite the bill, but it's fine- bruce will pay for it.

second, he goes to a furniture store to replace your ratty couch and get you something cute and nice. he gets you some insanely expensive furniture, especially in comparison with what you bought for yourself, and even got you a couple knickknacks from an antique store nearby. like the first bill jason got, bruce will, once again, pay for it.

last, he goes to the wayne manor. there's some things he wants to get that he can't exactly buy- mainly sentimental things- but he wants to show you that he's making an effort to trust you, and turn your apartment into a home. he gets some framed photos off the walls of his old bedroom, some books, and other little things that he thinks you might find cute. while he's carrying his huge bag of goods, he comes across bruce. they stare each other down for a while, and bruce speaks first.

"is this for your partner?" he asks, stern voice bouncing off the walls and buzzing in jason's skull.

jason smirks, "yeah. what's it to you?" the last word ending in a slight raise of his voice.

bruce sighs. "nothing. just tell me the next time you plan to spend that much money in one day," with that, he turns and leaves- a barely imperceptible smile on his face at the fact that finally, finally jason has found someone to love.

jason hops in his car- he couldn't trust himself to carry that much on his bike, let's be honest- and drives back to your apartment. he drags all his luggage up to your floor, struggling only slightly to open your door. thankfully, all of the furniture he got was delivered- thank goodness for money- and he just took a few trips to carry it up (and also had dick help some).

with all of these things in his sight, he suddenly became insecure. what if you didn't like the foods he got you? what if you didn't like the furniture, or thought the stuff from his childhood room was stupid?

he heard footsteps down the hall.

heard someone fiddling with their keys.

heard the door opening.

you came in, and saw him in the center of a long day of work- his eyes widen, and he greets you- nervously, stuttering a little, just a bit too loud for the situation.

"hey, sweetheart- um- i got you some things," he sighs, almost defeated. oh god, you're gonna hate him. you're gonna leave him for someone who knows what gifts to get you, who knows how to talk to you about things. he feels his palms going clammy, his heart thundering away in his chest, his lungs struggling for air- wait, why are you smiling? you're not supposed to be smiling. does this mean you're happy with this? you laugh, and he feels his heart shoot directly through the upper floors of your apartment and into the stratosphere. he's sure you'd be losing your security deposit for that, but he can't bring himself to care. he'd pay for it, a million times over, just for you.

with his help, you put all of the food away, throw out your ratty couch, rearrange the furniture, and set up the knickknacks and sentimental items around the place. the entire way through, though, jason stares at you starstruck- if you look close enough, you might be able to see the hearts forming in his eyes. he, in his ever-helpful wisdom, told you to quit your job. when you ask why, he only told you one thing- and he kept repeating it whenever you'd ask.

he'd tell you, "it's my job to take care of you, lovey. i'll pay for it," his eyes full of love and his thumb caressing your cheek. he is quite the partner, ain't he?

please reblog if you enjoyed this one!! i definitely had a lot of fun writing it!

[suunani]

perfect night ( vernon chwe )

▍ just a perfect night with your boyfriend.

content : 1050 words, male reader, boyfriend!vernon, fluff fluff and fluff, they are two cuties, requested here!

the sound of the door opening caught your attention as you sat on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone.

vernon stepped inside, juggling two grocery bags in one hand while trying to close the door behind him. he looked slightly disheveled, his hoodie a little wrinkled and his hair falling messily into his eyes.

“i might’ve gone overboard,” he admitted sheepishly, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. “you said we needed snacks, but… i got carried away.”

you pushed yourself up from the couch and walked over, eyeing the bags suspiciously.

“how much did you buy?”

“enough,” he said, pulling out a bag of chips, a can of soup, some instant noodles, and — was that a random avocado?

you burst out laughing. “an avocado? are we making guac to go with the ramen?”

vernon grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “it felt right at the time. don’t question my creative process.”

“your creative process is chaotic.” you shook your head, but your teasing tone softened as you reached out to ruffle his hair. “but i still love you. even when you’re ridiculous.”

he leaned into your touch for a moment before suddenly stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you in a loose hug. his chin rested on your shoulder, and he let out a quiet sigh.

“it’s been a long day,” he murmured.

you hugged him back tightly, your hands resting on the small of his back. “i can tell. you okay?”

“better now,” he said softly, pulling back just enough to press a quick kiss to your cheek. “let’s put this stuff away.”

together, the two of you emptied the bags.

you took charge of organizing the pantry while vernon put away the drinks and snacks, though he got distracted halfway through and started munching on a bag of gummy bears.

“are you serious right now?” you asked, turning to see him leaning against the counter, popping a gummy bear into his mouth.

“what?” he said holding the bag out to you. “want one?”

“you’re really impossible,” but you took one anyway, shaking your head fondly.

after everything was put away (you ended up organizing the last few items while vernon hovered near the fridge), he grabbed a packet of instant noodles and held it up triumphantly.

“let’s cook,” he said.

“with noodles?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“trust me, we’ll make it fancy,” he said with a mischievous grin.

he was already pulling out random ingredients: eggs, a leftover slice of chicken, and some green onions.

you sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “fine, but i’m in charge of the egg. last time you tried, it was very… questionable.”

vernon pouted dramatically. “it wasn’t that bad!”

“it was a crime against eggs.”

he laughed, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist from behind. his chin rested on your shoulder again as he swayed slightly, making you chuckle.

“you’re lucky you’re cute,” you teased, glancing back at him.

“and don’t you forget it,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before letting go.

cooking together was predictably chaotic.

vernon took charge of boiling the noodles but got distracted singing along to the playlist you’d put on, leaving you to rescue the pot before it boiled over.

meanwhile, you expertly cracked the egg into the pan, side-eyeing vernon as he pretended not to notice.

“i told you i had this,” you said smugly, holding up the perfectly cooked egg.

“show-off,” he muttered, though his smile gave him away.

when everything was done, the two of you sat on the couch with your bowls, sharing a single blanket.

vernon’s legs were draped over yours, and he leaned into your side, occasionally stealing bites from your bowl despite having his own.

“you have your own food,” you said, swatting at his hand.

“yours tastes better,” he replied, grinning.

after finishing the noodles, you both lay back, scrolling through netflix to find something to watch.

vernon rested his head on your shoulder, and you absentmindedly played with his hair, twirling the soft strands around your fingers.

“do you think we’d survive a cooking show?” he asked suddenly.

“with your noodle-boiling skills?” you teased. “not a single chance.”

he gasped, mock-offended, before turning to press a playful kiss to your jaw.

“fine, no cooking shows. we’ll just stick to eating snacks and judging other people’s food.”

“way better,” you said, smiling.

as the night went on, you ended up tangled together on the couch, vernon practically lying on top of you as the movie played in the background.

he turned his face toward yours, resting his chin on your chest.

“you’re really comfortable,” he said softly.

you smiled down at him. “glad to be of service.”

he shifted up slightly, closing the gap between you to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

it was slow and unhurried, his hand resting lightly on your jaw. when he pulled back, his cheeks were pink, though he tried to play it cool.

“what was that for?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“nothing,” he said, grinning as he settled back against your chest. “just felt like it.”

later, when it was finally time for bed, vernon wrapped his arms around your waist as you brushed your teeth, resting his chin on your shoulder again.

“you’re really clingy tonight,” you teased, spitting out toothpaste.

“maybe,” he said, his voice muffled. “is that a problem?”

“never.”

he smiled and pressed a kiss to your neck before letting go, heading to the bedroom while you finished up. when you joined him, he was already under the covers, his arms open in invitation.

you slid in beside him, and he immediately pulled you close, his head resting against your chest. his hand found yours under the blanket, lacing your fingers together.

“thanks for tonight,” he murmured, his voice soft and sleepy.

“you don’t have to thank me,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “i just like being with you.”

he hummed in agreement, already halfway to sleep. you held him close, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing as the room fell quiet.

yes, it was a perfect night.

[s4kura-tr3]

Jjk men — spending Christmas with them

Gojo satoru

Spending Christmas with Gojo Satoru was always unpredictable—equal parts chaotic and heartwarming. From the moment December rolled around, he would go all in on the festivities. He’d insist on decorating the apartment with lights so bright they could probably be seen from space, and he’d spend hours picking out the biggest, most dramatic tree he could find.

On Christmas morning, you’d wake up to the scent of something burning. Gojo had tried to make breakfast—again. He stood in the kitchen, still in his Christmas pajamas, grinning sheepishly while holding a pan of what might have been pancakes.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he chirped, completely ignoring the mess he’d made. “Guess who’s been hard at work making a special Christmas feast?”

You arched a brow. “Hard at work burning it?”

“Tough crowd,” he sighed, setting the pan down before spinning you around for a dramatic hug. “You’re lucky I’m cute, or I’d be offended.”

After salvaging breakfast (with your help), he’d drag you to the couch for an excessive gift exchange. Gojo loved to spoil you—there was no stopping him—and you’d find yourself buried under boxes of carefully chosen (and some very expensive) presents.

“Satoru,” you’d say, holding up a designer item you didn’t even know you wanted. “You went overboard.”

“Overboard? Me? Never,” he said, plopping down beside you and pulling you into his lap. “Besides, seeing your face light up makes it worth every yen.”

Once the chaos of the morning settled, the two of you would spend the day lounging together. He’d suggest watching classic Christmas movies, though he’d inevitably talk through most of them, cracking jokes or mimicking the characters with dramatic flair.

In the evening, Gojo would insist on taking you out to see the city lights. “C’mon,” he’d say, lacing his fingers with yours. “What’s Christmas without a little adventure?”

Bundled up against the cold, you’d wander through the streets, marveling at the glowing decorations. Gojo would take your hand and twirl you under every mistletoe you passed, stealing kisses with that mischievous grin of his.

By the time you returned home, the night would be quiet, the soft glow of the Christmas tree casting a warm light over the room. Gojo would pull you onto the couch, wrapping you in his arms as you sipped hot chocolate together.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he’d whisper, his voice unusually soft as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Thanks for putting up with all my chaos.”

And in that moment, with his arms around you and his love shining brighter than any decoration, you’d know there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

Geto Suguru

Christmas with Geto Suguru was a warm, quiet affair—one that felt like a perfect blend of simplicity and love. He wasn’t the type to go overboard, but everything he did had a touch of thoughtfulness that made the day feel magical.

The morning started with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and something sweet wafting through the air. You found him in the kitchen, wearing a cozy sweater, his hair tied back as he flipped pancakes in the pan.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, his warm smile making you feel instantly at ease. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“Breakfast first,” he said, playfully swatting at your hands, “then you can shower me with love.”

The two of you ate together, sharing quiet conversation and laughing when Suguru teased you for getting powdered sugar on your face. “You’re like a little kid,” he said, leaning over to wipe it off gently.

After breakfast, it was time for presents. Suguru had a way of making every gift feel deeply personal. The small box you unwrapped held a bracelet with charms that symbolized moments you’d shared together.

“I know it’s not much,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I wanted you to have something meaningful.”

“It’s perfect,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly.

Later in the day, the two of you bundled up and headed outside to take a walk in the crisp winter air. Suguru held your hand the entire time, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles as you wandered through quiet streets adorned with twinkling lights.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he said, looking up at the sky. “Peaceful. Simple. Just how I like it.”

When you got home, the evening was spent curled up together in front of the fireplace. Suguru lit a few candles, their soft glow adding to the cozy atmosphere. He pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you as you sipped hot chocolate together.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured against your hair, his voice low and tender.

You tilted your head to look at him, his expression calm and full of affection. “Merry Christmas, Suguru,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss.

In his embrace, with the warmth of the fire and the quiet love between you, it felt like time had slowed down. With Suguru, every moment was special, but Christmas with him? It was pure magic.

Nanami kento

Christmas with Nanami Kento was a mix of quiet tradition and heartfelt moments, perfectly reflecting his personality. He wasn’t one for grand displays or over-the-top celebrations, but the effort he put into making the day special showed just how much he cared.

The morning started with the soft hum of holiday music playing in the background as the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. Nanami, ever the early riser, had already set the table with a simple but elegant breakfast: warm croissants, fresh fruit, and your favorite tea.

“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice gentle as he handed you a steaming cup. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling as you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

After breakfast, he insisted you take your time, enjoying the quiet comfort of the morning. The tree in the corner of the room was modestly decorated, its soft lights casting a warm glow. Beneath it were a few carefully wrapped gifts—none extravagant, but each chosen with care.

When you sat down to exchange gifts, Nanami’s attention was fully on you. He’d picked something practical yet thoughtful—a leather-bound journal because he knew how much you loved to write, accompanied by a fountain pen engraved with your initials.

“I wanted you to have something meaningful,” he said softly, watching as you turned the pen over in your hands.

“It’s perfect, Kento,” you said, leaning forward to kiss him.

For the rest of the day, Nanami kept things low-key but meaningful. He’d planned a quiet walk through the park, where the snow blanketed the ground in pristine white. Holding your hand, he led you down the path, his calm presence grounding you as you admired the winter scenery.

Back home, he prepared dinner—nothing fancy, but every dish was made with care. He poured two glasses of wine and pulled out a chair for you, his small but thoughtful gestures making the evening feel intimate and special.

As the night wound down, the two of you curled up on the couch with a blanket, the crackle of the fireplace filling the room. Nanami held you close, one hand resting on your back as he traced slow, soothing circles.

“You’ve made this Christmas perfect,” you murmured, your voice soft against his chest.

He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “That’s all I wanted,” he said simply.

With Nanami, Christmas wasn’t about grand gestures or flashy decorations—it was about the quiet, steadfast love he showed in every moment. And that made it more special than anything else ever could.

Toji fushiguro

Spending Christmas Day with Toji and little Megumi was a mix of subtle warmth and unexpected moments of joy. Toji wasn’t the type to get overly sentimental about holidays, but for Megumi—and for you—he made the day special in his own understated way.

The morning started with Megumi excitedly running into the living room to inspect the gifts under the tree. Toji, still lounging on the couch with a coffee mug in hand, smirked at the sight of his son’s excitement.

“Did Santa do a good job this year?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.

Megumi nodded eagerly as he dove into the pile of gifts, pulling out a box wrapped in slightly crumpled paper (courtesy of Toji’s halfhearted attempt at wrapping). “Look, Dad! A puzzle!”

Toji leaned forward, pretending to inspect it. “Hmm. Think you’re smart enough to solve that?”

“Of course I am!” Megumi declared with confidence, earning a low chuckle from Toji.

You couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. Toji had grumbled about the whole idea of Christmas earlier in the month, but it was clear he enjoyed watching Megumi light up with joy.

After helping Megumi with his gifts, Toji casually reached under the tree and pulled out a small box, tossing it into your lap. “Here,” he said, almost gruffly.

You blinked in surprise, looking at the box. “You got me something?”

“Don’t make it a big deal,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

Inside was a delicate necklace, simple but stunning—a piece that felt undeniably you. Your heart swelled as you looked up at him. “Toji… it’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “Figured you deserved something nice. Don’t get used to it.” But the small smirk on his face betrayed how much he enjoyed seeing you happy.

Breakfast was simple but cozy. Toji, surprisingly, had taken the lead in the kitchen, making his signature scrambled eggs while you set the table. Megumi happily munched on his food, already planning out how he was going to spend the day with his new toys.

After breakfast, Toji suggested heading out to the nearby park. “Let the kid burn off some energy,” he said, pulling on his coat.

In the park, the three of you played in the snow. Toji tried to act indifferent, but it wasn’t long before he was helping Megumi build a snow fort—and then, inevitably, a snowball fight broke out.

“Alright, kid, you asked for it,” Toji said with a smirk, lobbing a snowball with perfect aim. Megumi shrieked with laughter, retaliating as you joined in on his side.

By the time you headed home, all three of you were covered in snow but laughing. Back inside, Toji made hot chocolate while you and Megumi curled up under a blanket on the couch.

As the evening rolled around, the three of you sat together in front of the Christmas tree, the room lit with the soft glow of the lights. Megumi was busy working on his puzzle, occasionally asking for help, while Toji leaned back with an arm around your shoulders.

“This isn’t so bad,” Toji murmured, glancing at you with a faint smirk.

“You mean Christmas?” you teased, resting your head against him.

He shrugged, looking at Megumi as the boy concentrated. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

Later that night, when Megumi had finally fallen asleep on the couch, you found Toji quietly adjusting the blanket around him, his expression softer than usual.

“You’re a good dad, you know,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

Toji scoffed lightly, though you caught the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t go getting sentimental on me now.”

But as he pulled you close, the warmth in his touch said everything he wouldn’t say out loud. Christmas with Toji and Megumi wasn’t traditional or picture-perfect, but it was filled with love—and that made it perfect in its own way.

Sukuna ryomen

Spending Christmas with Sukuna was far from the warm, traditional holiday you might have imagined, but it carried a unique charm that only he could bring. Sukuna wasn’t exactly the festive type—mocking the idea of “holiday cheer” more than once—but when it came to you, there was an unspoken softness beneath his sharp edges that made the day special in its own way.

The morning started with Sukuna lounging on the couch, his crimson eyes fixed on the flickering lights of the Christmas tree. You had insisted on putting one up, despite his grumbles about it being “pointless.”

“You’re staring at it awfully long for something you called ridiculous,” you teased, handing him a mug of coffee.

He snorted, taking the cup without looking at you. “I’m trying to figure out why humans get so worked up over this nonsense.”

“You’ll never admit it, but you like it,” you shot back with a grin, sitting beside him.

Sukuna didn’t respond, but the faintest smirk tugged at his lips as he sipped his coffee.

Later, as you opened the small pile of gifts under the tree, Sukuna sat back with his arms crossed, watching you with a mixture of amusement and feigned disinterest. When you got to the final gift—a box with an unfamiliar wrapping style—you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You got me something?” you asked, surprised.

He shrugged, his tone nonchalant. “Don’t make it a big deal. Just open it.”

Inside was a stunning piece of jewelry—bold yet elegant, perfectly suited to your taste. It wasn’t overly flashy, but it carried a weight of meaning, like Sukuna himself.

You looked up at him, your heart warming. “Sukuna… thank you.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he replied, though his smirk softened slightly. “Consider it a reward for putting up with me.”

After lunch, which Sukuna insisted he wouldn’t help with (“I’m not here to play house,” he’d said), the two of you ended up outside in the snow. You threw a snowball at him on a whim, earning a sharp glare and a low growl.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he warned, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

Before you could blink, he launched a snowball back at you with near-perfect accuracy, sending you stumbling back with a laugh. What followed was a chaotic snowball fight, with Sukuna proving that his combat skills extended even to playful battles.

“You’re cheating!” you cried, dodging another perfectly aimed throw.

He smirked, standing tall and smug. “There’s no cheating in war, woman.”

By the evening, the two of you had settled into a comfortable quiet. The fire crackled softly, and the tree’s lights reflected in Sukuna’s sharp eyes as he sat beside you, one arm draped lazily across the back of the couch.

“This is nice,” you murmured, leaning against him.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re easily pleased.”

“And you secretly enjoy this,” you countered, glancing up at him with a knowing smile.

Sukuna didn’t deny it, which was as close to agreement as you’d get. Instead, he pulled you closer, his voice low and teasing. “You’re lucky I tolerate your ridiculous traditions.”

With Sukuna, Christmas wasn’t about the usual festivities or sentimentality. It was about the quiet moments of understanding, the rare glimpses of his softer side, and the way he let his guard down just enough to show you how much you meant to him—even if he’d never say it outright.

Megumi Fushiguro

Spending Christmas with Megumi Fushiguro was a quiet, heartfelt affair, just like him. He wasn’t someone who indulged in over-the-top celebrations or cheesy traditions, but he made an effort in his own understated way to make the day special for you both.

The morning began slowly, with the soft light of the tree illuminating the living room. Megumi had woken up early to let the dogs out, and by the time you stirred, he was already back inside, a mug of hot coffee waiting for you on the table.

“Morning,” he said softly, glancing at you from where he stood by the window, watching the snow fall.

“Merry Christmas,” you replied, smiling as you wrapped yourself in a blanket and joined him.

The two of you exchanged gifts after breakfast. Megumi had been subtle in asking about what you might like, so you were surprised when you opened the small, neatly wrapped box to find a thoughtful present inside—a beautiful book you’d mentioned wanting and a warm scarf in your favorite color.

“I noticed your old one’s falling apart,” he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s perfect,” you said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Megumi.”

You had gotten him a gift as well—a leather notebook for his thoughts and a pair of gloves to keep his hands warm during the colder months. He thanked you with a small, genuine smile, his quiet gratitude making your heart swell.

Later, the two of you took the dogs for a walk in the snow. Megumi didn’t say much, but his content expression and the way he held your hand spoke volumes. The two of you walked in companionable silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the day as the dogs bounded through the snow.

Back home, you prepared a simple dinner together. Megumi wasn’t much of a cook, but he stayed by your side, helping where he could and listening to your stories. He even cracked a rare joke, his quiet laugh making you smile.

The evening ended with the two of you curled up on the couch, the dogs resting at your feet. The soft glow of the Christmas tree filled the room as you leaned against Megumi, his arm resting lightly around your shoulders.

“This is nice,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on the tree. “Yeah. It is.”

For Megumi, Christmas wasn’t about extravagant gestures or loud festivities—it was about the quiet moments spent with someone he cared about. And in those moments, you could feel how deeply he loved you, even if he didn’t always say it out loud.

Yuji itadori

Spending Christmas with Yuji Itadori was an explosion of energy, laughter, and warmth. His enthusiasm for the holiday was contagious, turning every moment into an adventure. Christmas with Yuji was always filled with spontaneous joy, and despite his boisterous nature, you couldn’t help but feel how much he treasured the time spent with you.

The morning began early, as Yuji was practically bouncing off the walls from excitement. “Wake up! It’s Christmas!” he shouted, pulling the blankets off the bed before you had even opened your eyes.

You groaned, pulling the covers back over your head, but Yuji wasn’t having it. “Come on! Let’s open presents!” he begged, practically dragging you out of bed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his childlike enthusiasm. As you made your way to the living room, you saw the tree you’d decorated together—Yuji had insisted on adding a ridiculous amount of tinsel and more lights than necessary, but it made the whole room feel alive with holiday spirit.

When you sat down to open gifts, Yuji handed you his first, a goofy grin on his face. “I hope you like it!” he said excitedly. Inside was a hand-drawn sketchbook—something he’d carefully chosen after hearing you mention wanting to start a new hobby.

“Yuji… this is really thoughtful,” you said, surprised by how much care he’d put into it.

His face lit up. “I thought you’d like it! I know you’ve been talking about drawing more.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweetness of the gesture, and you handed him your own gift—a warm hoodie you knew he’d wear constantly. He gasped in excitement and immediately put it on, pulling the hood over his head like he was ready to take on the world.

“Best gift ever!” Yuji said, giving you a hug. “Thank you!”

After breakfast, you both went outside to enjoy the snow. Yuji immediately started a snowball fight, targeting you with a grin. “Bet you can’t dodge this!” he yelled, launching a snowball at you.

You ducked just in time, retaliating with one of your own. It quickly turned into a full-blown battle, with you both laughing and running around in the snow like kids. Yuji’s laughter filled the air, and even though he was competitive, it was clear he was just happy to be spending the day with you.

Later, as the evening came, you both settled in front of the Christmas tree, exhausted but happy. Yuji had convinced you to watch one of his favorite holiday movies, and though it was cheesy, you couldn’t help but enjoy the silly jokes and the way Yuji got so into it.

“This is the best Christmas ever!” Yuji said, practically glowing as he leaned back into the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

You smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. “I think so too, Yuji.”

As the night wound down, Yuji pulled you close, his arm around you as you both watched the lights on the tree twinkle. He was quiet for a moment, before he turned to you with a serious expression.

“Hey… thanks for spending Christmas with me,” he said softly. “It means a lot.”

You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Of course, Yuji. You make Christmas unforgettable.”

With Yuji, Christmas wasn’t about perfect plans or quiet moments—it was about sharing your joy, your laughter, and the simple happiness of being with someone who made every day feel like a celebration.

[noowayybroo]

I can't think of a name for this fic.

Hi! It's been a while!

So one of the first Resident Evil fics I read was about Leon saving you from an abusive ex! And I desperately wanted to find more of these!! But I couldn't :( So! I wanted to write one! But before doing that I thought... Leon's a sweet boy - n I heard he had an ex or something before re2?? but maybe I'm wrong?? So what If YOU, dear reader, ran into absolute sweet baby boy Leon (just the one I have in mind but play it however you want if you can) and helped him through a dodgy relationship or breakup?

Characters: Leon Kennedy, Reader

Warnings: Not NSFW. GN reader cuz YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL! WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO EXCLUDE YOU, HUH!?!?!?! No mention of age but faint job and relationship to Leon suggestions. Hurt / Comfort. Please be careful there's gonna be an abusive / manipulative partner mentions but they will be hopefully brief n quiet and the fic will focus mostly on happy Leon at the end!!! Not really a warning but written with dumb GB money n phrases n stuff so sorry if that upsets you XD

"That'll be £5.29, Sir"

"Just 99p, please."

"You want the lucky dip?" ... "Just one?" ... "£3.99 please."

"You know I need to see your ID if you want those, right?"

Another day, another dollar. Another day in this dumb shop, working late shifts for what? For minimum wage and abuse from drunken low-lives. To put it simply, you worked at an understaffed corner-shop, and always had the late shifts, because you always had the time. Same old same old. Time passed slowly, each night felt like a repeat of the last, and all you did was stare at the clock and wait for your shift to end.

Wednesday through Sunday.

Same old?

Same old.

Soft baby-blues, yet just as able to pierce, were not what first earned your attention. Nor was it the silvery blonde hair that fell upon his face in neat locks. Surprisingly, nor was it that face: so soft, so pure... Quite cute. Sweet, maybe?

Ok, stop making assumptions. The young man who's just entered your store alone seems quite flustered, in a rush. Yet you notice how he takes time to establish eye contact with you and give a swift, polite nod, acknowledging you.

You gladly return his gesture and your chest flutters a little as you share a kind smile before he disappears into the rows of aisles. You think to yourself as you watch the man's head bob around the rows of products, no longer able to see his expression. You subconsciously attempt to look a little more presentable. The thing was, customers this late at night weren't usually so polite. They didn't give a damn about whether you were there or not, unless they were trying to steal something. Wait, what time was it again?

10:04

Oh. An hour 'till home time. Great, your feet were killing you. You're shaken from your mundane day-dream as the man strides quickly up to the counter. His hands are full of microwave meals and booze. He reaches the counter long before you're focused and ready to serve him, but waits patiently despite his rush. He hands you his ID, although you'd probably have let him go without it, pays in cash and scrambles to pick his things up again.

"You need a bag?" you ask quietly, feeling almost reluctant to disturb his rush.

"N-nah thanks I got- it's not my money I don't need it-"

"It's on me." you state, soft yet assertive, grabbing his items and shoving them into one of the more expensive carrier bags. You catch him off guard completely. He stands there, frozen, as you pick the rest of his items out of his cradling arms and bag them, before shoving them back to him all packed.

"Wh- T-thanks!" He beams, hesitant. He gives you a wide, genuine smile, nods, and leaves. Just like that, he's gone. Polite, kind customers were so rare that you couldn't blame the tornado of butterflies within your stomach. To think, also, that he was so grateful for one carrier bag, something most patrons would spit on you for not supplying free. Your gaze rests on the sliding door where you last saw him, wondering if you'd ever do so again.

10:07

Uggghhhhhhhhhh....

The next few months come and go. Summer soon becomes Autumn, the nights get longer, the air gets colder and your enthusiasm for this damn job remains absent. Something that did happen, though, was that you saw more of the cordial gentleman from that night. He seemed to have been the only nice customer that came back. That, or, there was something particularly memorable about him...

Gross. Stop it.

Always kind and polite, you loved exchanging smiles with the man as he went about his shopping. You wondered why he'd been so shy.. Or at least, you'd imagined him to be shy, thanks to his timid voice and the way he stole glances at you from above the aisles.

He lets people with fewer items jump ahead of him in line, thanks you extra graciously as he leaves, and sometimes, rarely, makes small-talk with you when it's just the two of you alone. Sometimes, he likes to ask how you are, and, if a customer or your manager has given you a hard time in any way, he hurries over once you're alone to reassure you.

"Don't listen to them, c'mon... What do they know, huh?"

"You're amazing! You're doing your best and that's more than enough!"

"Those jerks don't know how lucky they are to have you!"

On one night, you're helping him pack his bags as he's counting his change to pay you, and you can't help but notice some... markings on his skin. They look like bruises, maybe hickeys? But in strange places. There are some scratches too. Where are those from? You ponder, holding out your hands for his change without thinking. Is he... alright? ...Do those hurt?

You're snatched back to reality by the sound of the change he'd just handed you falling and clattering on the counter and floor around you.

"Shhit - Sorry-", you hiss, going to pick up the coins, but before you can move, he's already shuffled to the side of your counter and is crouching down, picking up each penny with care. He hands them back to you, a little more caring this time in case you'd drop them again. He seems concerned. This time you keep a firm grip on the coins.

"Sorry... Should have brought notes..." He apologises, sincere. "Next time, sorry." No matter how much you tried to reassure him as you counted his change, he kept apologising and cursing himself. You couldn't judge him, but you just wished he wouldn't. It was your mistake, not his. He shouldn't bully himself over your issue. You stand there in silence for a while, handing him his receipt. "Thank you, but are you okay?" he asks, tentatively.

"I'm alright... I just- Are you okay?" You can't help but whisper. You feel terrible, prying about his personal life, but you were just so curious. You were worried for him. His confusion dissolves into a pool of concern as he follows your gaze to his own hands and neck, and he quickly shies away. He looked hurt, as if your stare had wounded him, as if you'd accused him of something. More so, he looked as though you'd uncovered something he'd rather leave hidden.

He does his best to assure you, swearing up and down that he's alright. He tells you he does a lot of training for his job, which made some sense with his figure, and that sometimes things can get a little rough. You didn't completely buy it, but he was gone just as quickly as he'd come - signing off with a polite nod and a 'good night' and disappearing into the cold.

Worsening your suspicions, the next time you saw your favourite customer, he was even worse for wear. His hair was tussled and messy and his features a little more scratched up and grizzly. Worst of all, this time, that lovely smile of his just felt fake - empty. It was as though he smiled for you, to show you something that wasn't really there. You greet each other. You make small-talk. As soon as he notices that his scars are visible, he takes off.

The next time you'd seen him was midnight. You'd been instructed to close the shop early after waiting for a co-worker who'd never turned up to take the next shift. The rain splashes down around you as you grumble to yourself, fiddling with the flimsy lock on the shop's door. You'd put down the metal shutters, turned off all the lights and closed up. Your priority at this time was simply to get home. You were tired, stressed and quickly becoming soaked through. All you wanted was to get home, kick off your really-painful-right-now shoes and-

...hear loud footsteps approaching you from behind.

Running.

Running?

Running towards you?

You turn quickly, heart racing, only to be met face-to-face with a really, really desperate looking gentle-customer. He greets you, panting, exhausted.

He tells you he's confused; he thought your shop was 24/7. You explain the situation to his sympathetic ears as you both stand there, equally soggy and dripping beneath the falling rain. You stand with him in silence, letting the downpour claim you as he catches his breath (or works up his confidence.)

"Did you need something?" You help him. He's hesitant, but you know he ran for a reason. Your eyes grasp his as you stand together, looking like fools on the corner of a dimly lit street.

"It- it's... I didn't want to have to ask you but could I PLEASE buy something I really really need it I'm so sorry I'll pay you extra I'll-" You cut him off, already opening the shop back up. He needed your help and you weren't about to deny him it for any reason, not since he'd been so kind to you.

You both hurry into the shop, setting up the till whilst he gathers what he needs, and then it's time to check him out and leave. He follows you out as you lower the shutters the rest of the way and lock up once more, and you wonder to yourself as you do so why he hasn't left yet. Looking up at him from your hunched over position, you see him watching you eagerly. He seems to want to say something, probably to thank you or say goodbye, but most likely feels it might be rude or abrupt.

"Thank you... Thank you very much." his voice echoes beside you in the empty street. Vivid street lights shine down on the both of you, cool colours complimenting the cold air prickling your skin. When your eyes meet, he shoots you a soft smile. You dread a 'goodbye'. You're certain it's coming. "Listen... it's really cold out.. and the rain-"

"Yeah, I know... Is this where we say goodbye for the nigh-"

"Do you want a lift?" the man interrupts you suddenly. His voice is all too timid, but he does his best to speak up over you before you mention parting ways. He doesn't think he could hear that right now.

Not that you'd know, but something about your kindness and generosity to him was affecting him in a way it shouldn't have, considering that he was in a relationship. Swiftly, the man spots your discomfort and surprise, and quickly chimes in, "My name's Leon, by the way, Leon Kennedy-", There's a long pause, "Sorry... I thought it'd... You should know that at least... Before you even think of getting in my car-"

"Are you sure?" It was your turn to cut him off this time, call it payback.. or something. In reality, your excitement just got the better of you. You wanted to speak with him, get to know him, and this would be the perfect chance!

I mean, of course, there was stranger danger, but look at him! He's harmless! Lil' (big) guy couldn't hurt a fly! Besides, by now, you felt like you knew him, at least a little. The rain poured down, soaking through you, and you didn't live far so you were sure it wouldn't be too out of his way...

"I know it's weird and sudden, I was just wondering, you don't have to..." Come on, he had to be nervous with this amount of babbling.

"Of course I'd be very grateful, thank you." You ease him, earning a relieved and somewhat excited look from him as he quickly shows you to his car which is only a few meters away. Leon juggles his shopping whilst helping you into the front before storing what he's bought in the boot. You let him know where you live, to which he gives a happy nod and an 'ah!', and finally, you're on your way. Homebound at last.

You and Leon make great conversation on your way home. Almost like a dream. You hadn't spoken to him more than five minutes in one go before, and yet it felt like you were the closest of friends. He liked your music, he was inspired by your hobbies. Your dress sense enthralled him, and he always complimented you and piped up in disagreement whenever you put yourself down. On the short drive, he really opened up to you, and, by the time you were clambering out of his front seat, he was entirely cool and collected... and slightly attractive. You didn't read that.

As you lean through the window to give him one last thanks, you bump your head on the window frame. Tender laughs and giggles were shared, before he disappeared into the night. You stumble home and fall asleep in much a better mood than you would have been in should he not have shown up. He probably had no idea, you thought, but Leon saved your day. You'd have been moody, sore and disgruntled all over, but thanks to him, you slept easy and you dreamt happy.

You wondered how he'd be sleeping that night.

That was the last time you'd seen Mister Kennedy for quite some time. Moreover, the next time you did, he was not alone at all. Someone who you could only imagine to be his partner clung to his arm as they sauntered into the shop beside him. You weren't one to judge, especially not a book by its cover, but this new face simply exuded possessiveness. Ok, alright, he has a partner. That's not so bad-

Your heart cracks a little when Leon doesn't even look your way upon entering the shop. You imagine he always did, to check who was there, but this time he seemed to know you'd be there, and seemed un-phased. Alright, this is okay too. He can't be making eyes at me and getting all friendly with a special someone around. You watch as he's paraded around the shop by his presumed partner, who is certainly making evil eyes at you. They speak loudly at him, make him carry everything and overall just seem like bad news.

Quite frankly, it pisses you off.

Leon stays quiet as they walk around, occasionally replying to his accomplice, and even when it's time to pay, which they make him do, he doesn't look at you. Could he be ashamed, maybe? Maybe he was upset at you. Or maybe... No, did this person have an issue with him just speaking to people? That wasn't very cool at all, to put it all too lightly.

You tried not to let it affect you, you really did, but when the next few times you saw Leon that month and he had them glued to his shoulder, you felt your joy and confidence being eroded with force. Each time, you'd get no input or interaction from Leon, and his lovely, charming personality seemed to be a distant memory. From his partner, which you were now sure of, given that they'd made a point of kissing him in front of you, you received the lot. This included glares, snide comments and even a service complaint which fortunately your manager did not buy.

His silent visits left you alone with your thoughts, and it was agonising. Your mind wandered as you watched him, actively dodging glares from his partner. You didn't like the way they looked at you, a stranger, when really, what did they have to dislike about you? You didn't like the way they held him so close, pulling him in like he'd run if he had the chance. Well, would he? You didn't like how he never smiled around them. You missed that smile, so so much, but with his partner, he seemed scared to show it. Why was that?

Left to stew in your thoughts, you learned to hate a stranger pretty easily. In fact, you felt a formidable rage as you trudged home in the cold air that day. Your mind was clouded with chores and responsibilities, and everything you'd have to get done. Worst of all, you were obsessed with a stranger, and with uncovering his life, and really, you felt pathetic and stupid for being as such. You felt ready to give up, as though you had to. You felt hopeless. Whatever was happening to Leon was none of your business, and at this point, what could you do? What should you do?

You'd probably never even see him alone again, and if you tried to speak to him, what would you say? Would he listen? would he care?

But there he was, in front of you: a perfect mirage, turning onto your street, a block ahead. You can't believe your eyes, especially with the distance between you and the darkness of the night. Your legs, however, didn't doubt for a minute, and you found yourself running towards him. You did your best to silence your feet, but he still heard you, and turned to check out the noise. You slow to a sane pace before walking beside him, catching your breath. Thankfully, he seemed somewhat relieved. 'At least you weren't some armed mugger', or something, probably.

This was your chance. You were beside him now, walking, and he hadn't run, or shouted obscenities at you. And even better - he was alone. He looked rough, bags hung under his eyes and he was certainly due a shower, not that you minded at all. You knew that was (despite the cold shoulder) just as caring, considerate and kind under it all. Selfishly, really, you just wanted to see him smile. Fearing he'd be home and out of your clutches soon, you break the ice.

"Leon... I've been meaning to speak to you for a while, how are you?" You try your best to sound chirpy and bright, still trying to encourage some joy from him, but he seems tired, weary as he glances back at you.

"I've been great, thanks." He replies, but without a smile, you see straight through his lie. He wants to change the subject, to push something else. "Look, I'm really really sorry for ignoring you recently. I didn't mean to. It's just my.. You know, my special someone. A bit insecure, nothing really, just have to keep quiet with other people while they're around."

Suspicions confirmed. That was his partner and he was expected not to speak to you. His sugar-coating does not serve him at all, it merely lines your heart with lead, and you press the conversation further in an attempt to distract yourself as it sinks.

"I was... actually thinking about that lately. Look, I just think... I don't know how to say this but-"

"How are you, by the way? I'm sorry I didn't ask... I hope you didn't think me running you home was odd-", Leon cuts you off quickly. He seems to not want to speak about any of this at all. He seems to know precisely where you're going. If you didn't see the hurt in his body and hear it in his voice, you might get mad, but now all you feel is sorrow for him.

"Leon, I'm... Actually, no. I'm not alright. I need to speak to you. We're friends, right? Can you answer me some stuff? I'm just curious. Like.. Your partner... how long have you guys...?" Leon swallows thickly and drags his blown pupils from the ground to focus on you. He looks guilty, he seems reluctant. But, luckily for you, he seems to think he owes you. Furthermore, hearing you're not ok has seemed to panic him a little.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry yeah so... We've been together for a few months now. They're great honestly, love of my life, all that. Childhood sweethearts. Just got a few insecurities, having a hard time finding themselves, so if it's best if I give them my attention." He sounded so kind and attentive speaking about his partner in such a hushed whisper. Maybe what he was saying was all honest and true, but something just didn't sound right. It didn't feel good-natured. Partners can be insecure, it's alright, but stopping him from speaking to others? Meanwhile, your eyes wander, dragging your mind with them.

"And Leon, what about those marks on you? Is your partner responsible for those? Did you do-", You stop when you see Leon clench his fists. He seems uncomfortable, his hair falling into his face, hiding his flinching eyes. You've hit a nerve, and instantly you feel guilty and regret your actions. Leon starts to walk a little faster, but you feel like if you're going to get anywhere with him you can't let him escape, not this time. As you pass a bench, you gently place your hands on his arms, gripping him. The gentle giant he is, he stops quickly, and allows you to drag him down to sit with you.

"I'm not sure why it matters... But fine, if.. if we're friends we can chat like friends, right? Confidential, and stuff.." He trails off and looks away for a while, before picking up the subject again, but not to deny it, "They can just get a bit clingy. Not to worry, not their fault. Sometimes when we're doing things they just go a bit far, or you know, they make mistakes, accidents. Anger issues, sort of thing but-" Leon was about to insist that you drop it now or not tell anybody about this but you're not having it.

"Leon stop and listen to me, please. I know this is insane, but it's not right, okay??? None of this is right. None of this is correct. Have you been in a relationship before now?" Leon stares at you, his eyes wide, and the lump in his throat jumps once more as he finds himself unable to reply for a while. He's surprised by your boldness. He's amazed by how you've shifted from so calm, funny and cool to this. Now, you seem furious. He imagines you gripping the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes in disappointment if you weren't holding him in place.

His mind struggles to articulate a plan for his words and actions. Just as he's about to really panic though, a thought at the back of his head hits the nail- you're worried about him. You're worried for him. His face softens and he eases up a bit, looking concerned himself. Leon lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes, clenching his jaw and licking his top lip. And then, he moves a little to let your hands slide down his arms. He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes.

"Thank you." He murmurs. "I understand what you're saying." Silence feels between the two of you, in which you both wonder what the other is thinking. And then, he answers your question. "They're my first. I haven't had anybody before." He sounds shy, almost stammering. Something within him seems ashamed. Does he think it's emasculating to have had few partners at his age? Or is he embarrassed at letting this happen to him? You recognise his struggle, and grip his hands reassuringly. You want him to feel safe. You want him to be happy.

"I get it, Leon. But please, listen to me when I tell you, It's not like that in the real world, alright?" you notice his gaze drift a little so you lean in to recapture his attention. "The person you love doesn't hit you. They don't berate you or put you down. They love you just as much as you love them. They look after you, and they want you to be happy. And they understand that you have social needs and things, and they let you fulfil them. Do you understand me?" Your voice is sweet yet firm. You don't intend to let him go without drilling this mindset into him. At least, you're going to give it your best shot.

You've called him out. You've summed him up. Not only is he fragile but he's exposed. Leon feels feeble, pathetic. He feels as though not only is he weak and unable to help himself, but as though he just exudes this image of himself. He's barely spoken to you, and now you know just how pitiful he is. He felt disgusting.

Meanwhile, you babble on as he stares straight past you, lost in a replay of the last few months of his life. He thought about the comments they'd made to him over time, the things they'd done and said, the things they'd asked or demanded of him. He thought about the horrible things they made him feel about himself.

And then he thought about you.

A stranger on a park bench, late at night, holding his hands and reassuring him. Trying to get him to see just how much he was missing out on. Not only that but you chatted away before him, and he wondered if it was the faint semblance of vanity he had left within him, or if you actually cared. He felt right, holding your hand. He felt safe and he felt respected. He zones back in, staring into your eyes as you finish your rant.

"I do understand, yes." he replies, voice low and thick. "Thank you for everything."

"I have something else to say."

"What is it? Are you okay?"

"I haven't known you long, Leon. But you seem like a really, really good guy. You don't deserve to be roughed around by anyone. You don't deserve to be insulted, or belittled. I don't know your living situation. No idea who pays the bills, but Leon. There's people out there who'd love the hell outta you and never place a finger on you unless you wanted them to, and even then it'd be because they love you, you hear?" Leon nods slowly, obediently as you speak, soaking in your words like a sponge.

"I never asked you for your name..." He rasps, once again, his mind seems to have drifted somewhat, but you understand. It's a horrible, touchy subject, and you're lucky he's put up with staying with you here in the dark. He could have up and left ages ago, you couldn't blame his brain for trying to avoid something so horrible. You sigh, how could you resist him? Reluctantly you give him your name, and earn your first smile from him in what seems to be an eternity. He squeezes your hands softly and shifts a little before looking at you very closely.

"Y/N. Please tell me. Do you think I should leave them?"

Jesus Christ. How do you answer that one?

"I know you just want my opinion, and that you might not do what I say, and that's perfectly fine," you say quietly, moving one hand to grip his shoulder supportively. You'd love to cup his face but that's far too tender. Far too intimate. "But, if they hurt you. if they upset you. If you feel used or disrespected or unloved, they are not for you. You've got tons of time left and you will find someone who loves you, if that's what you're looking for. Nothing this lowlife has taken from you or done to you can get in the way of that, alright?" You chuckle nervously as such a harsh set of words leaves you, but you go quiet when you see Leon's lips twitch.

He seems to be trying to smile, or to fight one back, you're not sure. His eyes appear watery, and his face sunken. He looks like he needs to rest. Then, he looks at you, you can tell he's about to change the subject.

"Thank you, wait. I want to do something before I forget. Could I please have your number, is that alright?"

"What for? Are you sure it's okay?" Leon freezes for a while, staring forward just as he's shuffling through his pockets to find his phone. It's not until the cold air hits your hand that you realise just how lovely his touch was. Leon looks back at you with feigned yet ignited bravery as he unlocks and begins to navigate his phone.

"I'm not going to let them stop me speaking to people anymore." You beam, wide and genuine, so glad to hear those words. For once, he's declaring his strength. He's fighting back. Leon can't help but join your smile as his eyes twinkle beneath the street lamps above. On the verge of tears, he smiles widely back at you. You exchange numbers gladly, and he calls you there and then just to make sure, as if afraid you're lying.

He makes his way home via yours, walking and talking with you and seeing you to your door. Such a gentleman, you think, even though he isn't yours. And to think his 'reward' is what it is. It horrifies you.

The tension is thick as you stand at your door, both swaying slightly as you stand together, exhausted. You conclude your conversation about work, everyday life, hobbies and things, and Leon watches you for a while, flinching a little as he thinks.

Unexpectedly, he pulls you in for a gentle hug. Nothing intimate, nothing over the top. In fact, he seemed almost scared to do it.

"Thank you. You've been so good to me." He whispers as he pulls away. You reassure him it was the least you could do, and jokingly bump him on the shoulder, spewing out something along the lines of 'you better make good on what I said' in the process. He flashes you another smile before watching you head indoors and returning home himself.

You hadn't heard from Leon in an entire week until a familiar pair of eyes creased and smiled at you from the entrance to your shop. That bell had never sounded better, orchestrating his presence. Your friend smiles at you and goes about his shopping, and, ringing him up, you can't help but notice the lack of his usual shopping habits before you. There was no cheap cider, there was no wine. There certainly weren't any ready-meals, just fresh foods, and an expensive whiskey.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he quickly smirks at you, seeming proud of himself.

"I like to cook. And besides, I thought I'd celebrate." You knew exactly what that meant. He was providing for himself now, living how he wanted to. He must have finally spread his wings and escaped. You can't help but beam, entirely in awe. You want to be certain though, as you look at his refreshed face. He seems to have had a burden and a half lifted from him.

"Does this mean what I think it does, Leon?"

"It certainly does." He chuckles before leaning in and giving you a mock-serious tone, "And you better have been right about those tonnes of people being after me... I'll be waiting for them." He sounds confident, he sounds mischievous and playful. He sounds like a new man, but with that same inner sweetness. He pays for his things, and gives you extra for that bag from months ago. Watching him leave, you made a mental note: That memory was just one more on the list of 'sharp' things that made up Leon Kennedy.

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HI I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKED THIS!!! IT WAS REALLY HARD TO WRITE CUZ IT WAS SUPER EMOTIONAL AND THINGS BUT I SO SO HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT OR IT HELPED YOU IN SOME WAY. I really felt quite deep writing this (to put it lightly) and I hope the story can mean as much to you, especially those of you from America etc who have to put up with my weird spellings and mannerisms. Anyway, I hope this is alright for you, and thanks a billion for all of your support, ever!!!

I'm sorry if this one hit a nerve or two, I really hope nobody was upset or offended.

[twenty-orange-balloons]

Inspired by this post

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Lan Wangji didn't know where the rumor came from or how A-Yuan had heard about it but he supposed it wouldn't harm anything to give in (It had nothing to do with his son's pleading gaze, honestly it didn't it did).

The house from the rumor, if Lan Wangji is thinking of the right one, was just a few blocks away from the usual path they took home after trick or treating. It wouldn't be that out of the way.

"Alright. We can stop by that house on the way back."

A-Yuan screeched in excitement, "Yay! Jingyi is gonna be so jealous!" He hopped up and down, the bunny ears on his head flapping.

Lan Wangji really hoped this guy was as nice as the rumors made him seem. He'd hate to see his son disappointed.

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The man was definitely as nice as the rumors said, he was also absolutely stunning.

Lan Wangji didn't speak much on a normal day but as soon as the man, Wei Ying, he'd introduced himself as, opened the door, all words fled Lan Wangji's brain except four–

'Oh no, he's hot.'

It got even worse (better) when A-Yuan eagerly wished the man a happy birthday and gave him a bunny drawing he made, gaining a bright, beautiful smile.

(A-Yuan informed him it would be rude to wish the man a happy birthday yet not get him anything. Lan Wangji wasn't gonna spend money on a stranger. They compromised on a drawing.)

"Aw, thank you! I will put this on my fridge! Front and center!" Wei Ying beamed, gently setting the drawing down on a small table by the door, "As a thank you, why don't you take a toy as well as some candy? If your dad doesn't mind, that is." Wei Ying glanced at him with a questioning look.

A-Yuan turned wide eyes up at him, expression pleading, "Please, please, please?"

How could he possibly say no when both A-Yuan and Wei Ying were looking at him like that?

"Mn."

A-Yuan jumped up and down with excitement, turning to Wei Ying with a happy grin.

"Okay, little bunny! Pick whichever you like." Wei Ying said as he grabbed a small bucket hiding by the door, it had a bunch of colorful little toys in it. Varying from, what Lan Wangji can identify, bubble blowers, tiny skateboards, small stuffed animals, bouncy balls, and a lot more. It definitely wasn't a small amount. He wondered how much Wei Ying spends on Halloween every year, considering he also had a big variety of candy on offer as well.

A-Yuan took a long moment, seriously debating which toy he wanted, eyes flickering back and forth between items before they apparently landed on the one he wanted.

A small stuffed butterfly.

"A great choice!" Wei Ying praised, his beautiful smile once more appearing. Lan Wangji would be lucky to leave this house with his heart intact. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to.

A-Yuan grinned right back, face flushed with happiness.

Wei Ying noticed his continued staring and looked at him with a, was that flirty?, wink.

"Now, Lan-gege was it? Thank you for bringing this cute little rabbit to my door. It was a wonderful birthday present!" Wei Ying ruffled A-Yuan's hair, right in front of the hood with bunny ears he wore, "Don't tell the others kids but—" he leaned down to stage whisper, "You're costume is my favorite of the night."

A-Yuan lights up like a lightbulb, clutching onto his new butterfly shyly. Lan Wangji felt a spark of pride at the words, they spent a long time debating which costume to get. The adorable bunny costume won by a wide margin.

"Really?"

"Definitely! It reminds me of my own little bunnies." He admits brightly.

"You have bunnies!?" A-Yuan all but screeched, immediately shooting his father a sheepishly look of apology afterwards.

"I do." Wei Ying shifted the bowl in his hands, letting it rest against one hip, "Two of them. They came as a pair, I couldn't separate them even if I wanted to." He laughed, a tingle of something Lan Wangji would rather not identify, but it felt warm and sharp, shot through him at the sound.

"Woah. Can I see them?"

Wei Ying glanced at Lan Wangji, then behind him, Lan Wangji didn't have to look to know there were more kids coming up the drive. He could hear their shouting and laughter getting closer, parents calling after them to be careful, they unfortunately needed to get going.

"Maybe another time, if Wei Ying is okay with that." Lan Wangji offered before he knew it.

Wei Ying was more than okay with that. As soon as the words left Lan Wangji's mouth, Wei Ying was already nodding, "Yes! I would love that! Uhm–" he looked once more at the approaching children, "Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon? I work from home, so it won't be a problem." He said with a soft laugh, "And you already know where I live!"

Lan Wangji was supposed to have a meeting in the afternoon. He barely had to think before he replied.

"Of course. We will be here around 12."

A-Yuan nodded as well, happily taking his dad's hand as he made way for the other kids.

"And Wei Ying?" Lan Wangji said as Wei Ying started to turn towards the children crowding his doorway, "Happy birthday." he added, earning himself a truly breathtaking smile before gently tugging A-Yuan back down the driveway.

Maybe some rumors are worth listening to after all, he thought as he made a mental note to reschedule his meeting tomorrow, this one definitely was.

[succcession]

Maybe you could do a Connor Roy Smut Headcanon??💗 Really been living your work

Currently rewatching and I forgot how much of a genuinely sweetheart he is!

Sweet Connor who is always buying you insanely expensive gifts imported from all over the world but hidden in each item would be a page long handwritten love letter explaining every detail of why he chose it for you.

Despite claiming to be an old fashion type of guy, I think he would loveeee sexting! Send him a random picture of your ass, and you would get a 2 min long voice message back from him describing how hard you make him and how lucky he feels.

His lap is actually the comfiest place to sit.

Wants you to sit in his lap while he sucks and teases your nipples and you play with his hair.

Innocently sitting on his hips right below his lil squishy tummy as you two chat about your day. But would quickly becoming your grinding on him as he squeezes your hips pulling your tighter to him

I believe with my whole heart he is amazing at foreplay. He spent year fucking girls just for his own pleasure, now he really likes to take his time. Covering your face and neck with kisses before he was even trying to get your shirt off. 

This would occasionally lead to him almost ruining the moment. You would be begging him to put it in already, and he would dramatically  respond something like “I have to take my time…i don't know how much i have left”

Really Really likes lingerie! Especially if it's super feminine, anything with lots of lace, flowers, and pink

Always coming home to some lacy set placed on the bed with a little card :,)

Please give this man some praise. Tell him how good he feels inside of you, how nobody can fuck you like him, and as basic as it is, pleaseee tell him he's the best you've ever had. He won’t be able to stop blushing and will hide his face in your neck but you can tell how much he loves it as he starts pounding you harder.

Gentle loving sex 70% of the time

Intense passionate pounding the rest

I think he would probably want you on top a lot. Of course he has no problem being on top but loves watching you ride him as you use his cock to make yourself cum, his large hands squeezing your ass helping to guide you up and down 

Also loves doggystyle!

Wouldn't get rough with you too often but when he did, he was usually taking you from behind one hand pulling your hair as the other wraps around your neck. Not squeezing just using it as leverage to fuck into you harder

Shutting him up from conspiracy theory rambling by unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out

Would get a vasectomy just to cum in you as much as he wants

I don’t think he would be a big fan of degradation, calling you his little slut would make him feel “like your pimp” he would state

Aftercare would sometimes be you holding him in your arms reassuring him how much you love him and how happy he makes you as you lightly scratch you back with your nails. He just gets so worried that he doesn’t truly please you so your soothing voice reminding him would almost make him cry T_T ugh he's so cute

[sokovianheadtilt]

Dancing In The Dark

Bucky Barnes x black!reader

Summary: Y/N is 6 months pregnant, Bucky finds her in the kitchen at 3am indulging in her slightly odd cravings

Warnings: Pure fluff 

A/N: Just realized I haven’t added anything to the My Little Love universe since last June…my bad y’all I’m gonna be more consistent I swear :) also, HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈 (p.s., there’s one line in here that may seem like a taylor swift reference but it’s not, I just thought it was cute lol)

Word Count: 844

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N glanced over at the clock sitting on her bedside table, the red glowing numbers reading 3:17am. She sighed and slowly got out of bed, rubbing her large belly that’s housing her two twin girls. When her and Bucky first found out, he was ecstatic that his family was growing at a faster pace, you’ve always wanted twins and now your dream is coming true. The only downside was that your precious angels gave you the weirdest cravings at the most unpredictable times, like right at this moment in the middle of the night. 

Y/N slowly got out of bed, looking over at Bucky to make sure he was still sleeping. You hated waking him up, it always made you feel guilty. You quietly made your way downstairs and looked in the fridge before finding what you wanted, pickles and mustard. You grabbed the items and went to sit at the kitchen table before opening the door, pouring some mustard onto it and took a bite. You let out a soft moan at the seemingly delicious taste and kept eating. 

You were on your third pickle before hearing footsteps coming down the stairs. Glancing up, you saw Bucky walking over to you with a sleepy smile. 

“Again sweetheart? Come on, you know my body knows when you’re not laying next to me” he chuckled and went over to press a kiss to your head “And this is not healthy” he gently took the jar and closed it 

“I know baby, but the babies- you know, the ones you put inside me?” she said as he interrupted “Oh please that night you were begging me to stay inside you, are you really shocked?” Y/N looked up at him “Yes, I was there, now what I was saying, your children give me these cravings, take it up with them” you told him, watching as he turned your chair towards himself, moving to kneel in front of your large belly. 

“My little princesses, Aurora and Arabella, maybe you should let your momma snack on some carrots or something so she can help you guys grow big and strong” he gently rubbed your belly as you ran your fingers through his hair. “I can’t wait to meet you both. I hope you look like your momma. She’s the most ethereal woman I have ever seen and you’re gonna love her” he pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach “Goodnight my angels” he stood up and went to put the pickles and mustard back in the fridge. 

You got up from the table and went to follow him, tears falling down your cheeks as you sniffled. Bucky looked up at you and frowned “Baby what’s wrong?” he cupped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “I-I just got so lucky you know? I have my dream man, dream life, gonna have 3 wonderful kids” you sniffled again “It’s all so perfect”

Bucky smiled at your declaration. He never thought he’d be able to have this type of life either. But the greatest day of his life was when you moved in next door, and now he’s here. 

“It is perfect my love” he pressed a kiss to her forehead “Because everyday when I see you, our little boy, and our little girls? I thank the heavens every day” 

He moved his hands to your waist, starting to gently sway with you in the refrigerator light, despite no music playing. Y/N moved her hands to rest on his shoulders, resting her forehead on his as he hummed gently. The way Bucky treats you is so…unlike you’ve ever experienced. He treats you like the finest china on the shelf, with so much love and respect, so gentle and caring, you never want to give that up. You never want to wake up in the mornings without him kissing you awake, making you breakfast in bed, watching him take care of a little boy who he treats like his own, you never want this to end. 

“Marry me” you whispered as you felt him stop moving and humming “What?” he said gently as you pulled away to look him in the eye “Marry me” you set a hand on his cheek “Bucky I never want to know what it’s like to live without you. You love Logan and our girls so much, you treat us all so well, and I just want to make our forever love official. So, James Buchanan Barnes, will you marry me?” Bucky looked at you with a stunned expression as he teared up “Y/N, my gorgeous angel, of course, I’ll marry you” he leaned in to kiss you passionately. When he pulled away, you saw the tear tracks down his face “Sweetheart, I promise to give you the wedding you deserve, anything you want, I’ll make it happen” he kissed your nose “Now, my sweet fiance, let’s go to bed” he took your hand, closed the fridge, bringing the both of you back upstairs, as fiances.

[cloveroctobers]

STRAWBERRY CRUSH — STELLA KIDD [Spring Prompts]

A/N: alright, alright you caught me! I may or may not have a crush on Stella and thought it was only fair to write a little something since I am binge-watching after all—currently finishing up season six as I write this! In short: Yes we love Stellaride over here but this one specifically is for my wlw, you’re welcome!

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: 6. “I am going to have a magical picnic and you can’t do anything to stop it!” “Yeah, but the bugs can.” + 16. “Your beauty outshines all the flowers.” “Are you sure? The flowers are really pretty this year.” 

WARNINGS: reader is a southern plant/earth lover, this is what it’s like to see Stella crushing but unsure, + written in MY version of HC’s/note form.

᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘

Strawberries require well drained soil, they must be placed on a gradual slope, and receive full sunlight in order to experience successful growth.

That’s something your grandfather first told you, once you were old enough to get into farming.

It’s never left your mind even with his passing and you always had the best eye when it came to picking produce.

Granted, picking that particular item in a mini mart in the city might not be the best choice but Stella made sure to put the red berry on the list.

She wanted the best snacks or else she would leave you hanging on this outing—just like she ditched her second date with the guy from 98–to be with you.

Stella can’t help but to catch a glimpse of you at the end of one aisle, you’re by the freezers now and you’re standing on your tippy toes, teal silk shirt raising above your fitted jeans and revealing tatted skin as you grab a beverage.

The height difference is something she has to get used to and often caught her mind thinking about whenever you were face to face and she would have to play it off as her being tired instead of daydreaming about what your lips would feel like.

“You ready, Stella star?” Your hip is bumping against hers before you carry on towards the registers.

It’s your own personal nickname for her and it has a cuteness to it with your contrast of a southern twang. However when each of you are out fighting fires, you on squad and her on her truck 81, she has to learn how not to miss it as much, as you go forth with using her last name like everyone else.

The man at the register jokes, “You ladies buying the whole store?”

You rack your red nails against the counter, “hm…you sell lottery tickets? My friend here is feeling lucky.”

“I mean, with a babe like you, who wouldn’t be?” He winks at you while Stella raises her brows with a cross of her arms.

He rings up two tickets before continuing with the rest of the items.

You and Stella are grabbing the bags before you say one last thing, “also it’s mango season so you may want to step it up with your mangoes since yours are rottin’ in the back, the last thing you want is for the insects to spread to the rest of the underwhelming products. Now, that’ll be all! You have a good one.”

Stella winks at the man for good measure who scowls at the both of you on your exit.

“His store is crappy anyway.” Stella sasses as the both of you load up her car some more, “There’s a way better one downtown, closer to lake shore.”

“Noted for next time.”

“Ohhh, look at you already thinking about spending more time with little ‘ol fabulous me?” Stella places a hand on her chest dramatically while she makes her way over to the driver’s side.

You smile as you open the passenger side, “what can I say? Maybe I just can’t get enough of you, Stella-Star.” Before climbing into the vehicle, leaving the dark haired woman to be impressed at your charm while also feeling her cheeks warm.

The drive to lake shore drive is full of Chicago’s vibrant buildings and singing along to the radio while you both smoothly move along with the traffic.

The ride felt shorter than it was, like time often felt between the two of you when you had the chance to have it.

Stella was definitely in her head about this, wondering if it was a date and knew chatting about it (unwillingly) with Otis and Joe was a lost cause so she chose to hit up your shared girl friends to see if you gave them any insight.

Gabby and Sylvie were 1000% sure it was a date—although they claim you didn’t say or gave much away when you causally brought it up. Stella even went as far to pick Cap and Tony’s brain before Severide could get a whiff and tease her about how awkward she was being.

Kelly was actually the first one to pinpoint that Stella was “drooling” over you and kept pushing for Stella to just go for it.

He would hint at things and then act like he wasn’t and that left Stella thinking maybe he was trying to set her up! to make a fool outta herself but she believed Kelly wouldn’t trick her like that, especially if this had the potential to be serious.

He had her back and she had his…they were good friends like that.

So when you approached after an extremely long shift with this idea, Stella almost collapsed to her knees.

The both of you rarely had alone time together, it was always in group settings but when you did share conversations privately—Stella felt something shift between you two recently and she was still trying to pinpoint when exactly that happened.

See…there she was being too much in her head about it!

“We should have brought some bikes out here,” Stella comments as she carries her portion of bags, glancing at the chicagoans who flew by on the biking path.

You shrug, “here’s the thing…I never could get that down.”

“What?!”” Stella is shocked, “aren’t you from the south? Don’t tell me you ran or walked everywhere with those roads? Or wait…rode horses?”

You snorted, “I never was much of a horse girl either since my ass and thighs always ended up hurting afterwards AND i watched one kick the jelly out of my Grammy! Call me traumatized from that point on. I left those things to my gramps and brothers to deal with while I spent time with the chickens and cows.”

“And the yams and green beans.” Stella jokes while you walk side by side, scoping out a good spot of greenery.

Pointing up ahead at a hill like portion that had a great view of the water and also the buildings behind you, ending up being the winner as the both of you headed towards the incline.

“I have you know that my family has won competitions for the best veggies! And if my Grammy was here, she’d show off her mountain of photos to you.” You’re stretching out some blankets, one of them being a incredibly soft birthday gift from Brett who claimed that she purchased it from a Portuguese woman who handmade it at the market.

“I’m not arguing with ya there,” Stella raises her hands in surrender, “you country folk are built different…can’t exactly say better but different!”

You scoff with a shake of your head, “you city slickers.”

Stella laughs to herself as you make yourself comfortable, sitting crossed legged before pulling a full on woven basket from behind you.

“Where the heck did you hide that?”

“Can’t reveal all my secrets can I?” You grin, happy that you could surprise her, “I am going to have a magical picnic and you can’t do anything to stop it!”

A picnic on lake shore was not entirely what Stella was expecting…honestly she had no clue what this day entailed besides the fact that all she needed was good snacks to be all in.

She’s getting ready to sit across from you but not without saying, “yeah, but the bugs can.”

“Don’t tell me thee Stella-Star is an afraid of a little green friend.”

“That ain’t no friend of mine,” Stella’s face is scrunched up as she watched the grasshopper get comfy on her portion of the blanket, “…can you uh—get it?”

You laugh, “really?” As you lean forward, holding out a bottle of water so the insect can crawl onto before you lead it elsewhere, “there. Nobody was harmed and everyone is safe.”

“You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I would have stomped its ass out,” Stella huffs as she plops down now staring at the bottle you used, “also that one is yours.”

“Understood,” you laugh once more before opening up the basket to reveal it contents, leaving Stella further impressed as she peeks inside.

It’s such a good day in Chicago, little birds chirping along, the spin on the bike wheels in the distance could still be heard up on the slope, while the wind brushes by from the lake and the sunlight still shined bright although the city’s buildings were as tall as they could be.

There’s a brief silence as you dive into the snacks and take turns from the jug that contained a berry lemonade you actually made, before falling into natural chatter.

It felt right being here with each other and it’s something you already knew that you would want to do again.

You never doubted that.

The sunlight was behind Stella whereas it shined over you. The both of you found that each of you were a beautiful sight to witness and Stella was just glad she chose to wear her hair back into a ponytail since the spring wind picked up every so often.

Soon you’re laying side by side now, just a inch of space in between your heads but close enough to feel the warmth from each other and for you to smell the amber, Tonka, and plum that radiates from her frame.

“You smell good, girl.” You comment, pulling yourself from zoning out while making Stella pry open her eyes.

The way you’re peering up at her, almost makes her choke on her own air. “Thanks,” she manages to wheeze out, “I picked it out myself!”

Stella knows she sounds silly but you find amusement in her pride nonetheless.

So she attempts to clean up, arm cradling the back of her head as a smirk appears on her lips at her next best idea with the compliment flying out of her lips, “Your beauty outshines all the flowers.”

There’s barely a daisy embedded in the grass somewhere up ahead but it’s the first thing that comes out of her pretty pouty lips.

You squint up at her as you question, “Are you sure? The flowers are really pretty this year.” 

You would know better than her with what’s in season and what not but something tells Stella, just by the way you break your stare that you may have some flaws you’re not too proud to speak about and that alone makes Stella frown a bit.

Before she can register what she’s doing, her fingers are reaching for your jaw, pulling your attention back to her’s, “are you kidding?! I’m damn sure and as corny as this is going to sound: you’d be my first flower I’d pick out of any garden. Anybody would and that’s because I said so! My word means a lot ya know?”

Your eyes shine like water but you don’t hold back a snort, “is does huh? Well I guess I have no choice but to believe you then.”

Stella’s chewing on her bottom lip now because there’s something in the air that’s telling her to just plant one on you.

“Stop me at any time,” she starts with a deep inhale, catching your eyes briefly on her mouth.

The corner’s of your mouth lift as you whisper, “do your worst, Stella-star.”

And with her lips on yours, you exhale as Stella breathes you in. Both hands are cupping your face as your lips move together in perfect unison and your hands shift from grasping her shoulder then down to her waist.

She’s watching your face in complete bliss when she decides to pull away but not fully, “was that okay?” She says against your lips.

“More than okay,” you nod at her with a beam before moving forward with another, “and I don’t think I said i was finished.”

Which leads into a full makeout session, and that’s something Stella is usually down for—especially if she’s had some drinks in her system but without the alcohol—she wouldn’t mind being drunk on you.

She’s on top of you now, and it quickly becomes a challenge of who gets to hold that position for the longest, erupting laughter between you two and Stella decides to cave once you both knock forehead’s.

You’re both panting now but there’s still laughter in your lungs and Stella is staring up at you adoringly, rubbing her head, while you caress the shape of her mouth, “what?” You quiz.

“You taste sweeter than I imagined.”

You smile, “so you thought about me in that way? I guess that means you really like me.”

“I couldn’t tell if you liked me!” Stella ran one hand over the top of her hair, clearly frustrated.

You snicker, “I thought I was pretty open with my flirtations but…I really like you too.”

And that’s all that matters to Stella as she’s pulling your face right back to hers.

Strawberries require well drained soil, they must be placed on a gradual slope, and receive full sunlight in order to experience successful growth.

᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘ 𓅪 ⚘𖥧᠂ 𖡼᠃ ˖𓍢ִ໋ ᠃ 𖡼᠂ 𖥧⚘

Continue with my spring anthology prompts here.

[kaesficrecarchive]

[mo ran x wanning]

here is my heart (coming 'round the bend) by martyrsdaughter (1/1 | 5,912 | E)

“I’d never put you out of your bedroom,” Mo Ran argues. His voice has dropped. He can’t help it. He would dare anyone to try thinking pure thoughts after being invited into Chu Wanning’s bedroom. Chu Wanning crosses his arms. “I wouldn’t be leaving, either.” (or: Chu Wanning's pull-out sofa breaks just as Mo Ran needs a place to stay, but his bed is big enough for two.)

(sharing a bed)

Dream of the Red Chamber by heartbeatangel (1/1 | 10,369 | M)

Mo Ran's one-night stand wakes up, takes one look at Mo Ran before bolting into the toilet and locking the door. “Get out,” comes his one-night stand’s muffled voice.

Mo Ran keeps running into his one-night stand.

(fwb au, enemies to lovers au, roommates au)

if your heart’s still open by fakeplasticlily (1/1 | 21,201 | M)

“See you around.” “Yes.” Another ache. Where’s around for you? Mo Ran doesn’t know anymore. He hasn’t seen him at all this past year, for all the times he’s whipped around to double-check every lean, dark-haired figure in white crossing the periphery of his vision. “Do you—” “We’re heading out,” the nurse calls out, cutting him off as they start to wheel the trolley towards the exit. “Yeah,” says Mo Ran. “See you,” he says, tearing himself away before he asks him something ridiculous. He doesn’t look back. (When first year orthopaedics resident Mo Ran sends a cardiology consult for a patient one morning, he isn't expecting it to reach the one person he's been trying all year to forget.)

(medical residents au)

Wide awake with a smile by XiaoSev (1/1 | 24,942 | M)

It seemed like the beautiful stranger from before had wandered into his room. It was almost too good to be true. But the little stain of his syrupy coffee was still stamped on his otherwise pristine sleeve, and he carried with him the same sweet, flowery scent that Mo Ran only caught a whiff of before. Plush lips, bitten a cherry red, a cute flush on high cheekbones and a pair of phoenix eyes, staring at him intently. It was as perfect as it could ever–

(office au)

sticky fingers by fakeplasticlily (1/1 | 26,734 | M)

The man tosses the towel unceremoniously back at Mo Ran’s chest, like he’s personally offended by it. And the fact that his hands had just been all over said chest barely minutes earlier, maybe.   “Please pack a box of egg tarts with extra custard filling, a box of red bean paste buns with extra syrup, a rice pudding with extra candied fruit garnish, and a box of osmanthus cakes with extra sweet pear jam.”   Mo Ran’s eyes grow progressively wider as he lists the items.    It’s him.   Not the suburban mother of four, not the elderly guy dealing with a midlife crisis, but quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. Who also happens to have the highest sugar tolerance Mo Ran has seen in a human being in his two years of running this bakery.

(bakery au)

boundaries of the body, confounded by lesbianspirals (3/3 | 26,753 | E)

It is in this moment, with Chu Wanning writhing and begging beneath him, their bodies slick with more than just sweat, that Mo Ran has to wonder how he got so lucky to have been given this second chance.

In which Chu Wanning is Mo Ran's T.A., they butt heads and things end disastrously, but years later they meet again unexpectedly. Hindsight is 20/20, and this time, there is something between them that is impossible to deny.

(modern au)

you can love me, if you really want it by devilsoupe (3/3 | 33,359 | M)

Chu Wanning comes to Sisheng Peak to try and fix the thin barrier to the ghost realm. He is assigned Mo Ran as a bodyguard. Neither of them are thrilled about it.

(bodyguard au)

Something Gold Can Stay by AcrossThePage (this_vulnerable_one) (10/10 | 51,090 | E)

Chu Wanning thought to himself, where was the sense in yearning? It was far more dignified to accept one’s loneliness than to hope for the impossible, to hope that something good would stay. As he stood, lost in his own thoughts, Chu Wanning heard the soft click of his apartment door opening. His breath caught in his throat. “Laoshi, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran called out, “I’m back.” Chu Wanning closed his eyes, his long and elegant lashes fluttering against his fair cheeks. OR Mo Ran is a lonely food science major. Chu Wanning is a lonely sociology professor. Food brings them together. As they cook, eat, and get to know one another, they slowly fall in love. I affectionately refer to this as “the caramel fic”.

(slow burn)

mutual agreement by tagteamme (1/1 | 66,696 | E)

Mo Ran falls into an unexpected arrangement with Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran knows for certain that Chu Wanning doesn’t like him, and never has. At most, he’s probably tired of being a repressed virgin in his thirties and Mo Ran just happens to be the most convenient and friendly person available. Or the best at wrangling his desire and taking control. Either way, he’s not quite sure what’s brought the two of them to this intersection.

(fwb au)

casually acquainted by tagteamme (2/2 | 75,786 | E)

Chu Wanning knows what he is and what he isn’t. And where he lacks in pleasantries and outward appeal, he makes up for in untouchable grace and dignity. It threatens to unravel once he meets a familiar face in an unfamiliar city.

“So quick to run away from me, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, voice gently teasing as Chu Wanning refuses to make eye contact with him. “After you came all the way from…” He trails off, waiting for Chu Wanning to let him know, but he sees the map open on Chu Wanning’s phone and grins wider. “You want directions?” Chu Wanning clears his throat, and shakes his head. He should say something— instead, he stays silent as he looks down at his phone and punches in the hotel name again. Happily, his phone tells him to try again when he has signal.

(escort au)

[wisteriaiswriting]

gekko x reader where y’all go to a nice tropical resort!!!! would be super cute if his buddies got included too !! :D ty <3

𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕒𝕟

Wingman has one job today, be Gekko's wingman.

Words: 1020

 If you wanted a holiday longer than a few days it wasn’t easy, even one day off wasn’t. Since the protocol was made to save the world and if you were away the problems didn’t stop. But when Brimstone approved Gekko’s and your's week-long holiday he was ecstatic.

Not saying you weren’t, it was the fact he planned this as a surprise. And when Brim heard his intentions there was no way he could say no. You and Gekko were young but strong, and the protocol could deal with you two away for a week. Plus, he wanted to see the others surprised by the news later on.

So he had to tell you eventually, that being the day before the flight left. You had returned from a mission with Skye, Jett, Neon, Astra on Pearl. In which the mission almost failed, but seeing as you’re back at base it clearly didn’t.

But you had left Sage’s office and were on your way to the kitchen, wanting a snack and something to drink before seeing Gekko and his buddies. You quickly reached the kitchen and found a bag of your favourite chips along with a bottle of water. Now you just needed to find Gekko.

Turns out it wasn’t difficult. When you reached his room all you heard was the faint background noise of some tv show or movie and things being hitting the ground. A quick knock from you silenced it, footsteps rushed over to the door.

Gekko had opened the door like was in a rush, clothes had been thrown across the room along with bags stuffed with more clothing and smaller items. It looked like he was throwing together a bag, and coincidentally the same bag he uses on all his trips.

“Hey, welcome welcome.”

He pulled you in so the door shut.

“You packed?”

“Packed, what for?”

“The trip remember… Oh…”

At this response you could only stare at him, wondering what he forgot to tell you.

“So… I planned us a trip and we leave, tomorrow.”

“Mateo, you book a trip and don’t tell until the day before?”

At this he could only nod,

“You’re lucky I love you.”

He watched as you walked out, turning towards your own room to start backing.

It seemed like the day flew, by the time you went for dinner your bags were packed. Gekko had also come by to grab them for you, taking them somewhere. But soon enough night fell and you went to sleep.

When you were woken up the base was silent, Gekko was lightly pushing you as his buddies either floated around or sat on your bed. The man himself was kneeling on the floor next to you.

The next few minutes followed in silence. Quickly being dragged around the base and to the VLT/R, apparently you two were taking it to your holiday. And Brimstone was seeing you two off, still in his own pajamas.

It became clear he was tired, shooing you both off as you appeared.

“Hurry along you two, I'll see you next week.”

And you listened, hurrying into the VLT/R just before it lifted. Waving Brim off as he walked away.

Hours passed before you landed, the sun was at its peak now. You didn’t need to put your items away since someone did that for you, leaving you both with plenty of hours for fun. Which you were dragged to quickly.

The day was almost over now. It seemed like you did every activity available while it was only 6-7 that went for around an hour or two. At this point Gekko was dragging you to one last activity, this one was at an outdoor kitchen. A simple hour of baking and decorating a cake to take back with you.

And it started well, the instructor took you through the steps to bake the cakes. Giving you a range of flavours, Gekko let you choose most things. Meaning you choose [flavour] for it, along with [flavour] icing coloured in [colour.]

As you were baking he was making a mess, he was never one to stay clean during this. Flour had managed to get into both of your hair, the icing made hand prints on your side since he grabbed you to try clean his own hands.

Even as the cake cooled he still was making a mess trying to make another colour of icing. You caught sight of the light green icing with matching blue, yellow and pink sprinkles sat off to the side.

“Hey, ey!”

Gekko had a piping bag in one hand while using his other to shove you away.

“Step outside, Guapo.”

“Okay okay, you gonna propose or something?”

You only laughed as you threw even more ingredients at your back, stepping outside onto the porch. It had the perfect view of the beach and sun setting.

Speaking of, Wingman’s footsteps sounded. You’ve known his buddies long enough to learn their habits and sounds, meaning Wingman was holding something. Unable to turn before he ran into your sight, and you were correct. He was holding a small black box above his head, pushing towards you.

So you took it and opened it. Inside sat a pair of rings. One was a gold band with a green coloured sun. The other was a [type] band with a [coloured] moon, being half so it fit with the other.

Gekko was always the cheesy type of partner.

“I take it you like them?”

Spinning around to see Gekko had stepped outside holding the cake, which was now completed. Dizzy and Thrash hung around his head while moss was content in his bag, Wingman stepped closer to your leg.

“You planned all this?”

“You’re surprised by this?”

You laughed at him before stepping closer, making sure to not ruin the cake. And leaning in for a kiss, he giggled at the start. Slowly leaning into it as well. But before his buddies cut you both off, acting like repulsed children.

“But yeah.”

“Mi Luna, love you.”

“I love you too Mateo, yes I also love you four.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

Drabble prompt you say? I got three?

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

3. Steddie with ftm Steve and cis Eddie being big brothers/father figures to mtf Max

❤️🖤❤️🖤🦇🐼

Okay I know me and I know there is no actual way I could do the last one in 500 words or less so I may have to put a pin in that for another day. I'm putting the other two under the cut because this post will be longer with 2 ❤️

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

"My ankles are swollen. This is the ugliest I've ever been. I'm hungry but the second I look at food, I want to puke, which was supposed to be done in the first trimester. And my hair is so frizzy even though I haven't done anything different!"

Steve was whining. He knew he was whining and he knew it was annoying, but he couldn't stop.

This was the worst pregnancy ever.

Their first two babies were great, almost picture perfect, even.

This one was going to be their last at the rate Steve was suffering.

"I know, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, you can cut your dick off. I no longer need it."

It would be funny if Steve wasn't completely serious.

"Anything that won't kill me, maybe?" Eddie hesitated to ask.

Steve's moods had been all over the place. It's how he first figured out he was pregnant way before the morning sickness even kicked in.

"Foot rub." Then Steve sat up. "No, actually, don't touch my feet. I want strawberries and peanut butter and celery."

Eddie stood up to head to the kitchen, hoping like hell that they actually had all of those items in the kitchen.

"Wait. Scratch the celery. I can already taste how terrible it is. Maybe some carrot juice?"

Eddie nodded.

This was how it had been for almost a month. The doctor said it's actually normal, that he'd just been the lucky the first two times, but Eddie knew Steve didn't like being like this.

He searched the kitchen quickly, startling when Steve called his name from the couch.

"Yes, my love?"

"No on the peanut butter. It sounds greasy."

"Greasy?" Eddie whispered to himself. "Okay! Coming!" He said louder.

He scrambled to get everything together quickly, but paused when he saw the picture they'd hung on the fridge of the two of them, Jamie, and Melody at the doctor's visit that told them they were having a boy.

All this was annoying, but he knew Steve felt worse, and he knew it would be worth it very soon.

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2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

Steve was never going to know it was him, he was so careful.

He'd been getting away with it for two years, always rushing to put the notes in his locker during classes that he knew Steve couldn't leave.

Wish you could hear the song I wrote for you. It's loud, you'd probably hate it. But I think you'd like that someone sees you. - E

It was his riskiest one yet, never having put an initial or something that could give him away like the fact that he'd written a song about him.

Steve would probably start narrowing it down pretty quickly, though he'd probably not assume it's a guy, at least.

Hopefully.

Third period was the best time to slip notes into his locker; He had Ms. Sanderson, who was known for never letting kids leave class, even for the bathroom.

Eddie ran to his locker, shoved the note inside, and turned to see Steve standing at the end of the row.

"You know, last year, Tommy was convinced it was Nancy fucking with me," he said, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against the lockers. "And this year, I just kind of figured it was someone who was just shy. Maybe had a crush on who I was and didn't know how to stop once I wasn't that person anymore."

Eddie remained silent.

Steve started walking closer.

"But then, a good friend suggested that I may just have an unconventional secret admirer. Someone who would be scared to come forward for other reasons."

Steve stopped right in front of Eddie.

"And now I think I get it. But you know what?"

"What?" Eddie breathed out.

"There was no reason to be worried. I'm kind of into unconventional."

Steve's lips were on Eddie's before he could process the word.

He pulled away after a couple seconds, frantically looking around the halls to make sure no one saw.

"It's okay, I checked first. You alright?" Steve's concern was a lot.

"Bathroom. I wanna kiss you for real. Not out here."

Steve blushed and tugged on his hand to get him to follow him, both of them giggling as they made their way down the hall to the bathroom.

They spent the rest of the period there, and some of the next one.

And long after they both graduated, long after they survived things they shouldn't have, their initials were still carved on the back of the stall door in a heart.

[gamergirl-06]

Birthday- Bruno x Fem! reader

In honor of my 18th birthday coming up on the 18th I decided to make this. I’m going to make Bruno 20 in this because that’s my guess around how old he is.

Also using my name in this fyi

Also Brayla as a ship name???

Taglist: @hyunjinbiased-blog

I awoke to the sunshine in my face as I slowly opened them rolling over to avoid going blind.

I sit up and let myself wake up for a bit before I remembered what the date was: it was my 18th birthday. I honestly lost track of the date since the apocalypse started.

I quickly got up and went into the bathroom and brush my teeth before going to pick out some clothes.

It was a bit too warm so I decided on a very cute dress that went down to my knees and it had flowers on it. I brush my hair and do one last through check through before I leave the room.

As I go to turn around I feel hands wrap around my waist.

“Happy birthday Mi amor” Bruno said as he kissed the top of my head

“Thank you baby” I said as I turn around and give him a quick kiss .

I grab his hand and lead him down the stairs and into the kitchen were Andrea, Emma and Sam were fixing up breakfast.

They all look up “Happy Birthday Makayla”

I smile “aw thanks guys” I walk over and hug them as others started coming in to get there fix of the delicious meal Andrea and Emma had cooked up.

It was a full English breakfast and it looked amazing and so delicious that it made my stomach hungry.

“Well look like I’m a lucky girl today, move so I can’t get my breakfast” I playfully push Bruno out of the way and he dramatically put his hand on his heart.

“Oh my heart, it looks like you don’t love me anymore” he said fake upset.

I rolled my eyes and laughed as I grab my food and sit down at the table with Bruno following suit. He sits across from me as we sat talking.

“So are you going out today or no?” I ask my boyfriend as he stuffs his face with bacon.

“Yo B chill with the bacon I don’t want you to choke” I said as he looks up at me and doesn’t say a word.

After a minute he goes back to his food but more slowly this time and I laugh.

“You remind me of a really hungry pregnant woman” I laugh because he really did.

Bruno stops eating and slowly looks up and locks eyes with me and says “are you calling me fat?”

I burst out in laughter not because of what he said because he wasn’t, but because it was the way he was looking at me still, with his eyes trained on me and not moving a muscle as he stared me down.

“I’m sorry babe I-“ I continued to laugh.

After a good minute I stop and a regain my breath before talking.

“You’re not fat B, I’m sorry for laughing I couldn’t help it”

He smiles “nah don’t worry about it, I love you anyway”

“But you didn’t answer my earlier question” I said

“No, doc wanted me to do something but I told him I would do it another because it was your birthday and I don’t want to miss it” he said

I smile as we continue to eat. After we finished we put our plates in the sink and I head up to me and Bruno’s shared room and put on a movie.

Halfway through one of my movies,I realised I hadn’t seen Bruno for a few hours and so I pause the movie and head downstairs.

I looked in every room and couldn’t find him. Maybe he changed his mind and went out.

Emma walked by me and I think she knew what I was doing because she said “Hey Mak we are about to do presents”

“Oh well I’m coming” I said and I follow her to the living room.

When I get in there I see everyone including Bruno who sends me a very loving smile.

“Open mine first” Emma said as she handed me the wrapped item.

I unwrap it and it’s a very expensive necklace with my initials on it.

“Aww thanks Em” I hug her

“Your welcome” she said “anything for my bestie”

Next was Sam and he gifted me a CD and music player he found.

As I continued to get nice presents from everyone else with cards, It was finally Bruno’s turn to give me his gift.

“ Bruno, are you going to give Makayla her gift” Emma said with a smirk.

“Uh yes I am…”he said as he handed me a tiny gift and i unwrapped.

But before I could see what it was Bruno took it off me

“Makayla, we have been together for a little while and I’m very thankful that I met you. We have definitely had our ups and downs but we have overcome them together.”

I start to cry and Bruno smiles with tears in his eyes too as he wipes my tears.

“I love you with my whole being and I’ll be damned if I don’t do it so”

He gets down on one knee as he opens the box up to a beautiful ring.

“Makayla, Will you marry me?” He said voice shakey

I nod my head and laugh through tears “Yes of course I will Bruno”

He smiles and gets up gently sliding the ring on my finger and pulls me into a kiss.

Cheers erupted around us and Emma even shouted “Yay for Brayla”

“What’s Brayla?” Sam asked confused

“It’s their ship..well their couple name, it their names merged into one” she explained and he understood quickly.

“I love you” Bruno said sad hugging me close

“I love you too Bruno” I replied back

“Happy birthday mi amor” he said

[loveregrown]

Hi... ramble about switch that occurred like 2 nights ago because I am so happy I finally got Tsumugi’s FS2...

Uglycute-look of him in his unbloomed that I love aside (he’s making cupcakes! To share with those he loves! And smiling at you and licking the cream off of his fingers! Uwah…! He's so strange looking but I love that about him) the bloomed is such the perfect embodiment of him.

His FS1 is too, not to mention how good the story itself was it kills me to think about all the important information spilled & the funny moments only for it to turn gut wrenching and the scene with Natsume where he describes their meeting as fate (and how badly he wanted to see Tsumugi’s feature scout was cute, actually.) or how it matches Wataru’s FS2 which I’ve spoken of before and is an unmoving belief of mine that sickens me to the core, or the ex-fine look of it with just how his hair seems shorter from the front due to his ribbon, & the elegance of his attire, and how the scr only gives it an even more similar look, though quite frankly, not only do I think the original colors are more appealing the fact the blue & the white are inverted only adds more meaning to it I believe.

He is going back to his roots, reclaiming the bluebird symbol for his own despite having once been in a cage. He is out. He couldn’t bring happiness to who he was meant to, but goodness will he try, for others. And perhaps even for himself. I don’t need to explain why his FS1 is beautiful (more than I have in the past) because it just is, it is so very pretty and has such clever imagery for those with eyes to see. He looks so free. Asking Anzu if he could put white feathers was so cute. It makes me so happy to look at… so happy.

The unbloomed is so ero & how can he manage to convey that while being fully clothed. What the hell. The way his blanket falls off of him makes me want to ask him to cover up further, as Leon vocalized before me, but let’s not talk about that right now. Him getting his much-needed rest after a three day all-nighter & Sora putting a blanket on him the way Tsumugi would for anyone else, known to carry blankets on him in the past, is way too wonderful… he looks so kind & warm & beautiful to the point I could just cry… the lighting and his expression and how he’s in the middle of putting his glasses back on, his lucky item! Uuu.

In the bloomed version he looks so graceful, as he tends to be—his movements are elegant and languid, even now in the more energetic, sporty unit that he belongs to. Designed to have a polite, high-class impression, down to his sinewy hands just as designers had described him as very purposefully having. He looks so happy to be alive in spite of everything that may contradict that. Because he really is so happy to have been born as he said after the war, and has such a desire to share that same happiness with others, something he is achieving through finding a home within switch & new dimension. It’s peak Tsumugi in every form, from the colors & brightness, to that grace of his… the switch-like colors in the bg in spite of his exfine-ful nature. I could go on forever & ever & ever about how perfect it is to me, & it would never be enough.

But then there’s his FS2… it’s so perfect as well. He looks so so beautiful, but that aside, it’s like two sides of the same coin; it was so clever despite also being a no-brainer to have made them day & night, matching Bluebird Humming & Dozing Milky Way (or however they will choose to localize/translate it) to a T just look at them. Goodness. The Saturn imagery that drove me wild upon release!!! As I stated back then, most sources would tell me that the planet has the energy of personal responsibility, and karma, and it's known as the god of time (and as I will discuss, time is a big theme in Switch even represented through each individual member and that seems especially important when it comes to Tsumugi for some reason. Aaahh.)

Everything it is meant to represent according to each different source I’ve read from, it’s all too fitting… of obligation, of making up for things, of reminding every action has a consequence and how it teaches us this through tough love, to hand us hardships, although frankly far too many in Tsumugi’s case but rather than learning from them he only gained a skewed sense of reality and learned passivity (or helplessness, even. As in learned helplessness, like from the studies with the dogs.) prior to his sense of awakening after the war. Of actually learning and developing the faith to move forward and detach energetically from the path, something that isn’t as simple as positive affirmations but due to the fact we only have two choices: break under the pressure or develop the faith to carry on. To simply believe. “Saturn represents Time and Matter. The limitation of undefined things, bringing concepts to reality, spirit to body, thoughts to words, life to death.” This definition is as vague as Tsumugi’s self once was, in my opinion. It’s also been stated to represent structure, law, discipline; Tsumugi has many philosophies he follows almost as though it is his very own religion, or something programmed into him, particularly his utilitarianism. There is also responsibility, something he is learning to have, as well as obligation & ambition. I’ve also seen it be connected to the concepts of limitation and restriction, commitment. Our need for limitations and self-control… something we need to succeed in our goals. Something Tsumugi needs, to not throw himself and others away for the sake of his goals or to be a part of something greater, too.

But simply as a card due to its visuals with the galaxy motifs which are all too common with switch (galaxy destiny, pleiades night.) & the addition of magic, it’s the peak of Tsumugi as a member of switch, in comparison to what I’ve mentioned before of the latter and how it is simultaneously aligned with his past & his renewed self, what with the clock in the background reminiscent of the ever so constant, recurring theme of time, and the passage of it, interwoven within switch.

None of what I'm about to mention is anything new, per say. But it's still things I find interesting regardless. Switch are past, present, future, leaving behind the painful past (despite holding onto so many regrets & grudges they are trying their hardest to leave behind, having been shaped by all the horror they experienced — even applying to Sora, with his isolated & lonesome youth.) yet also learning from it, focusing on the present to build a path towards the future, one where no blood has to be shed. Switch are child, teenager, adult—all while reminding you that you never have to let go of that whimsy of yours or magic of the kind they wish to grace the world with, as long as you aren’t using it as a way to detach yourself from reality altogether when there is happiness to be found in the world, and they know this because they have found it in themselves, with each other, and that’s why they want to bring it to you too.

About switch as a child, teenager & adult metaphor part to avoid misinterpretation of my words that ended up in more of a ramble… not even a complete explanation, but still. It’s not literally, but they are used as metaphors for such & tend to play into it both in their writing & their designs—the most obvious being their heights & actual ages themselves, despite being so close in age. Sora has a childish sense of whimsy & kindness, Natsume has the immaturity of a preteen or teenager, the sharpness of one (and previously the chuunibyou to match) and at the end of Wonder Game, he wonders if he’s grown up at all compared to the seniors who attempted to protect and care for him all this time. Tsumugi has a complex over his age, likely in part due to how much of his life he feels he has wasted, & how quick he was forced to grow up, as well as his care-taking nature despite his own lack of care, while merely being seventeen back in the basic era & 18-going-on 19 today. It’s also evident in their unit outfit designs, with Sora having no sleeves & shorts, while Tsumugi shows off a more mature image having pants & long sleeves, and Natsume is in between, with pants but sleeveless shirts to go with it. Sora has quite the emotional tact despite his playful air, more so than the other two who are always stuck in their own worlds, while also having an occasional brattiness. This is so unrelated to the thread or even the original point I was trying to explain, but I love them so much...

Adding onto that, switch are also sunrise or sunset, day, midnight… I am not the first to point it out, exactly. But it even shows in their colour palettes. I can’t make that point more evident than their FS2s do for me! And don’t they look so perfect together at that? It’s all too satisfying… & they are all reaching out towards the viewer. I’ve mentioned that in a prior post! There’s something kind of sinister about Natsume’s, but you feel like you can trust him, in a way? Also, Sora’s FS2 is one of the best cards in the game in my opinion. (Tsumugi’s is too, partly due to bias, although Natsume’s is very pretty I can’t decide if I’d put him up there too… it’s also kind of funny how similar he is to the bride Natsume card’s outfit and color scheme. Decided to give JP only players something similar, but he’ll never be him I fear… still so pretty in full CG despite not liking the card itself that much. Like wowww.)

According to wikipedia, “night is often associated with danger and evil” (something Tsumugi has been shown to be capable of), “because of the psychological connection of night's all-encompassing darkness to the fear of the unknown and darkness's hindrance of a major sensory system (the sense of sight). Nighttime is naturally associated with vulnerability and danger for human physical survival”. Humanity & what one needs to do to survive in society is something that Tsumugi often mentions, unwarrantedly so. A website said that in dreams, “the darkness of the night symbolizes the unknown and can create a sense of anticipation or unease. It can also represent a time of rest and relaxation, offering a feeling of peace and tranquility.” This is a good way to represent the duality of Tsumugi (his gap moe, one can say), someone so very eerie, capable of cruelty to a sinister degree, all with a smile on his face. And yet he is capable of so much love, of warmth. He may not allow himself to relax, but I am sure he would love to. Especially if he could drag someone else into it. For the darkness to not only be something that evokes fear, but for it to be a comforting blanket. To see the twinkle of stars in the night sky, and know you are not alone. To see the vast space and not feel helpless & small & meaningless, but grateful to be a part of it. Of something. Of anything.

Tsumugi, topically poignant enough, mentioned that his life had felt like walking through a pitch black night until his precious partners (exfine, switch) lit up the road under his feet, as well as his future. He said he wanted to light something in the same way. To help someone, to be someone’s dawn. It’s heart-wrenching, his motivations. I believe he truly can become that light, although, to me, there is beauty to be found in the night. You can see the stars and such beautiful colors and even the milky way so much more clearly.

Nighttime isn’t so scary when you aren’t alone. When you are in the embrace of someone you love in the comfort of your room and feel more safe and alive than you’ve ever been, even in the darkness. Tsumugi also makes me think of the little glow in the dark stars people put on their walls and ceilings, or nice smelling colorful candles, or the lamp I was gifted by my mom, one that was made out of wood and had little drawers & cutouts inside of the lampshade…? I’m unsure how to describe it but it would spin & it looked pretty & it’d have cute shapes on the walls and stuff.

Tsumugi’s eyes are the stars. According to another website, “stars since ancient times are described as forever, hope, destiny, heaven and freedom. They have also for us people great importance and we believe that falling stars make our wishes. Life as we know would not be possible without the heat and light of the sun.” Stars are always there, even during the day, where one cannot see them. Just as happiness can always be found even if you can’t quite see it yet. It will come, just as there will never be a day where night doesn’t.

In dreams, seeing a galaxy or it being a part of it can symbolize “aspirations and the patterns of tomorrow you are shaping through your beliefs. If you meet individuals from another galaxy, you are awakening to your unrecognized potential. The side of you that makes you different from others is being explored.” Tsumugi awakens to his unrecognized potential by being reborn through his relationship with Natsume; experiencing love & pain for the very first time, not physical as he pretends to, but emotional. And unrelatedly, but something I was reminded of with that last point, he sees potential in and is finally learning to appreciate all sides of his unit mates, including their negative emotions. He wants to see all of it rather than tuck it away the way he used to and would have encouraged them to if he was the same Tsumugi he once was, because it was all he knew. Tsumugi is chasing tomorrow, and wants his dear friends to be there with him. Wants to see the good and the bad that will come from it, and love them anyway, no longer pretend it is not there, or find himself unable to see it all together, in spite of his lack of tact.

“Throughout history, the sun symbol has remained a powerful and universal representation of life, energy, and spirituality. Its presence in various cultures and belief systems showcases its enduring significance as a symbol of hope, renewal, and divinity.” “The sun represents life but it's also known to typify energy, power, positivity, and clarity. The sun is a natural force that's outside of our control, but it also illuminates the world around us, helps living creatures navigate the planet, and sustains many essential ecosystems.” This is so, so, so very fitting imagery to attribute to Sora! He is described, in canon (even in card names,) as Switch’s hope. Switch’s guiding light. It also fits into how there's always another day, and that fact alone can bring one hope when all is doomed. He's switch's very own angel, their saving grace. He is also very much a bundle of energy, emanating brightness and overall splendour. His inviting nature and how easy to approach he is being as warm as it, like a ray of sunlight to bask in—something comforting, something that does not burn. Unbridled passion in youth and as stated prior, this youth seems to be very intentional within his writing. The sun is also associated with intuition and emotional depth, which I think is fitting for Sora!

“Sunrises are defined as time in the morning when the sun appears, or full daylight arrives. The sunrise symbolizes birth, growth, new beginnings of all kinds, and resurrection. Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and new ending.” Natsume was who brought Tsumugi, or at least what culminated, his rebirth, his new beginning. And he will be there at the very end, as per their promise—their contract, as Tsumugi states. (He doesn’t know how evil that made me. To bring back the same language used in the friendship that tore him apart, to hold the same devotion he had for him with Natsume; to promise to hold him so he won’t break the way he does in grand slam.) Natsume also put an end to the false reality he attempted to cling to, once he came to a resolve; essentially, his chuuni sacrifice as I’ve mentioned in a prior post!

Natsume’s eyes being a warm yellow, compared to Tsumugi’s paler, more golden yellow, like the light from the sun… the sun brings life. Just as he has. I don’t mean to tie everything to Tsumugi, but they are interwoven, just like the strands of hair Tsumugi wished to tie together. Perhaps we can also take into account the way the sun is capable of warmth and of burning you, too. That if you stare for too long, it’ll hurt you.

It hurts him too. He doesn’t want you to stare. He doesn’t want you to see what’s inside.

I’ve always loved how Natsume & Tsumugi’s eyes are golden, but in entirely different hues. It reminds me of how both regarding their childhood and troubles, despite being opposites at a first glance or with little knowledge about them, how similar they are while also being different becomes more obvious. Tsumugi’s is reminiscent of the moon, as the sun shines on him and brings him light. And then, Sora has golden locks to match, bright like a star in the night sky that leads them to where they’re supposed to be in the dark, just like his Senpai & Shisho guided him. And then, Sora has golden locks to match. The green in his hair despite them being made to represent the primary colours which is also so wonderful adds to him as the embodiment of switch as a whole since it is the same neon green as their theme colour, I would say he is the personification of what their unit represents, so it’s only fitting. The one carrying the unit on his back, in a sense. He is what holds them together; the glue that seeps into the cracks. It doesn’t mean he isn’t deserving of love and care, they really wish they could give it all to him, all the love in the world & more. They may have failed at it, leading to Natsume’s self harm outburst & Tsumugi comparing himself to his own mother, something he is desperate to never become as he slowly realizes that it wasn’t right, the things she did to him. How nobody deserves that; even if he still believes he did. But they will try again, and again. Sora makes perfect sense as their manager. Sora is who drags them out of them… just like they dragged him out of the darkness with their love and nurturing. They were his guiding light, and now he is theirs, they could not live functionally (though, arguably, Tsumugi lives in barely functional manner.) without each other… oh!!! No member of Switch is unimportant!!! Without one, they will all fall apart, like pillars holding up their very own future! (ノ_＜。)

I wasn’t necessarily trying to say anything or make any points. Just thinking aloud, or thinking as I wrote, is all. I loge Tumugi. I love switch.

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Weakness with a Kiss ૮ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა~♡⠀

Summary: Evelin had a hard day at work and was quite sore after all the labor. Adam, her boyfriend, offers to help with the pain but discovers something else whilst in the midst of his work.

Word count: 1849

Characters: 10334

Tobi talks (aka author's note): Take this quick fic I wrote in two days, was craving some fluffy content with TMC and realized there's nothing about Adam and Evelin, so I came to change that (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ! Anyways enjoy!

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Evelin sighed as she finally made her way to her car, groaning when her back made contact with the driver’s seat. The nearly dead establishment had no mercy on her and her manager didn’t hold back either.

The tasks felt like actual labor with the disposing of heavy boxes filled with old VHS films. It somehow took the entire shift, despite Mr. Lee’s insistence that ‘It won’t take long.’

She grumbled in annoyance after she saw the mustached man wave to her one more time as she pulled away from the store. One of these days, Eve would get the anticipated call that she’d been let go.

Not that Evelin would be shocked, Dave had already informed her of her soon retirement to his shop, which she accepted long ago. VHS and film were practically taboo at this point, banned by the government to stunt the invasion long announced years ago.

But even with her poor shift, Evelin had someone to look forward to; Adam, her boyfriend. Eve smiled to herself as she could imagine hearing his smooth voice greet her as she opened the door to their apartment. Home wasn’t far so the ride was brief but weirdly enough on this late night, the road was nearly deserted. The noirette only saw a few cars as she journeyed home.

Sooner than later, she was home. Grabbing her keys and items, the young woman made her way into their complex and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Eve walked down the hall to her designated room and twisted the key into the keyhole.

“Adam, you home?” she called out, closing the door behind her and kicking off her sneakers.

Her feet were sore as all hell and she hissed through her teeth as she stepped down onto the wooden floor.

“Evelin?”

Adam, with ocean blue eyes, stared at her softly, thick curls of blonde hair hiding underneath his hood.

“How was work today?” he asked.

“It was grueling honestly, I’m really tired,” she said with a weak chuckle.

Adam gazed at her sympathetically, “That’s unfortunate, at least you’re home.”

“Yeah but, I’ll be okay, I just want to relax now.” Evelin accompanied this with a yawn and stretch. The blonde smiled at her, “Yeah, sounds like you need a break.”

Evelin made her way to the corridor, trying not to make it so obvious she was in pain. Even with her shift, she didn’t want to worry Adam.

“Eve,”

“Yeah?”

“You’re limping.”

The ravenette should’ve expected this, Adam had acute observational skills, something she both dreaded and admired about him. Her guess was that her walk was slightly off.

Eve turned around, awkwardly smiling as she now stood in front of a more concerned Adam. “I can help with that if you want.”

She put her hands up in protest. “I’m okay. I’ll just sleep it off-”

Adam shook his head. “Sleep won’t fix all your problems, y’know,” he exclaimed, stepping closer to get a better look at her. With long streaks of black hair, deep brown eyes and skin smooth to the touch made Adam realize how lucky he was to be dating such a cute girl. He nearly wanted to kiss her right there.

“Fine, you’re right.” Eve sighed. It didn’t take much pressure for her to crack.

“I’ll be in the living room.”

Eve walked down the hall to the bathroom.

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10 minutes later, the ravenette was finished. Freshly showered and wearing more comfortable clothing soothed her tense back and shoulders, but the same couldn’t be said for her feet.

Wearing the arguably more comfortable, fluffy socks did nothing for the stinging she felt. “Adam, I’m done.”

The blonde glanced back at her before putting down his pencil and closing his notebook, which she could briefly see was filled with nonsensical writing and strangely accurate illustrations of…something. He never told her what he wrote and she didn’t prod, so whatever it was remains a mystery.

Adam sat down on the plush sofa and patted the space next to him. Eve obliged, placing her hands into the pocket of her sweatshirt, and sat down.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

He grabbed at her ankles and lifted them to place onto his lap. She gasped in shock and tugged at her legs, “Adam, h-hold on!”

“What’s wrong?” Despite the squirming, he had a firm grip, making her even more nervous.

“Before you start… could you be gentle please,” she said meekly, already feeling heat crawl up her face.

Adam smiled. “Sure.”

The blonde waited a few seconds before patting her knee to get her attention. “Can I start now?”

Evelin paused and nodded her head. Before he could begin, she placed the hoodie of her sweatshirt over her head.

Adam cracked his knuckles and Eve braced; an embarrassing secret of hers could be exposed at this very moment if she didn’t keep it together. She nearly mewled when she felt fingers vibrate into the flesh of her ankles, biting back a smile as Adam started to massage. He made his way to the balls of her feet, still socked and he rubbed them thoroughly.

While the noirette expected the massage to be unbearable, it felt much nicer than expected and she could finally breathe knowing such a childish thing about her won’t be discovered.

“Is this good?” he asked, chuckling at his girlfriend now seeing her relaxed demeanor.

“Mhm…” she nodded, fluttering her eyes closed.

Evelin breathed deeply through her nose and had already settled onto the armrest of the sofa. She never struck Adam as a masseur but he clearly knew what he was doing, able to find each knot and knead it until it was soft as dough.

A smile crossed the woman’s lips, she loved her boyfriend for treating her like this. Out in public, he wasn’t a fan of PDA but behind closed doors was where that faded away. He would give her hugs and give small pecks on the small of her forehead. That was where the thrill all came from, to know all that affection was being saved for her when they were alone.

Adam sighed and moved up to her arches, he was surprised that this spot was the tensest, being practically stiff, ‘Yeah, that won’t work.’ he thought to himself. His hand traveled to her ankle and he quickly slid his fingers under the sock, his nail making contact with the skin as it traveled up her foot.

Eve didn’t expect this and her eyes bulged out of her skull, with a noise she hoped would never escape her lips.

She giggled, nice and soft.

Adam noticed this, Eve heard this. The room went quiet.

“Eve…?”

“Sorry, i-ignore that.”

He looked at her, totally expressionless. “Fine.”

Adam continued, focusing on what he was doing. Eve took this as a sign to try to go back to sleep. That was until she felt the same thing again. She wretches up with a sharp breath, trying to bite back the smile curling up her lips. “Adam!”

He turned to her, slowly this time. “You’re doing it again!”

“Doing what?” he turned his head like a curious dog, a common gimmick he’d often do. When Evelin looked again, there was something different about his eyes. They had a glint, something foxy and scheming.

“What you’re doing.” she pointed at his hands at her feet as if that would help.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Glancing back at him, Eve could see that his straight lips twitched up before going monotone again.

“I…ugh…” Maybe the stress was just making her delusional, her boyfriend was just trying to help. Eve felt guilty, Adam had never done anything wrong to her.

“Sorry, you can keep going.” Evelin looked down at her hands, feeling her lover’s hands touch her yet again.

“Hey, Evelin?”

“Yes, Adam?”

“Are you ticklish?”

Her heart jumped out of her chest, so he did notice…

Eve looked back up at him again, this time, he made his smirk known. “Well, are you?”

She was so stunned, she didn’t know how to respond. Either way, her silence gave her away.

“Adam. Don’t.”

“Don’t what? This?” he grazed his finger teasingly up her sole, making her jump and jitter.

“Ahadam, I swear to gohod if you-!” Eve giggled as Adam wiggled his fingers at her teasingly.

“Or what, Eve?” she went red.

With her feet in his lap, this made it an easy spot to target. And target he did. He lifted his leg to cross it over with the other, her ankles pinned in the middle. Evelin immediately began to thrash and buck but it was no use, her feet were stuck firmly and there was nothing she could do about it.

The petite woman began to panic, her pleads filled with giggles and soon, laughter as Adam began to dance his fingertips all across the socked skin.

“Ahahahahadam stahahap!” Eve cried, grabbing at his arms.

“Nope.” he was just as blunt and straightforward as ever but with his grin, he didn’t stop, “Ihihihihit tihihickles!” this time, she hiccuped in between her fits of laughter. Evelin’s pale skin was now an endearing shade of pink. The girl didn’t smile much despite her kind and polite nature, so witnessing this was a real treat.

“You don’t say~?” Adam crooned, his smile widening as Evelin clung to his arm for dear life, her blush deepening.

“Plehehehease stohohop, plehehehease stahaAHAHAP!” her laughter increased as Adam slipped his trigger-happy fingers beneath her socks and started to skitter much faster now touching the raw skin. He traced, pinched, and wiggled in every crevice, making his dear girlfriend holler.

“AHAHADAM! OH MY GOHOHOD!” Evelin couldn’t take it, it tickled so badly! She threw her head back and cried for the remainder Adam decided to keep her there, taking his sweet time with the delicate skin.

After a few tickles for some moments, he removed his hands from under the socks and released her legs. Eve instantly gathered her legs in her arms and kept them far away from Adam.

Her once straight hair was in shambles, her hood no longer over her head with all the thrashing.

She giggled as the ghost sensations lingered on her soles, cheeks bright red.

Adam gave her a genuine smile. Evelin couldn’t believe that he’d done that and glared.

“Don’t look so upset, you barely even fought back.”

She swiftly threw a cushion at her face. He caught it with ease. “At least I helped your soreness, right?”

Eve grimaced but couldn’t help but agree; the stinging in her feet had disappeared. She appreciated it but hoped it would never happen again.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“Anytime,” he said with a wink, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. They stayed like this for a while, Evelin leaning her head on his chest, hearing his slow heartbeat. Adam wasn’t looking at her, staring off with those gorgeous blue eyes. Eve couldn’t pass up this chance, she swiftly leaned in and gave him a tender kiss on the cheek.

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STRATEGY

✷ a step by step tutorial on how to get into yang jungwon’s stubborn and dumb heart using wikihow!

day 14 of melodies to memories ― y.jw︲f reader︲fluff, comedy︲1400

prom wasn’t long away, yet why hadn’t yang jungwon asked you out?

you were basically already dating with the way he’d always saving you a seat at lunch, walking you to class, and texting you late into the night.

maybe he was just waiting on you to say something first, and you know what? you were going to make the first move. by making him ask you out obviously. 

you caught him after class one day, leaning against the lockers with his headphones draped around his neck.

“hey,” you started, trying to keep your tone light. “are you planning to go to prom?”

jungwon looked at you, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “depends.”

“on what?”

“on who I’m going with,” he said smoothly, a cocky grin widening.

this isn’t going to do. new plan. wikihow.

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STEP 1: LET HIM KNOW YOU’RE INTERESTED

get to know him

flirt

body language

getting to know yang jungwon was easy. you were already friends with him so check! next part.

wait.

flirt?

with yang jungwon? not going to happen. no way. next part.

body language. okay.

you decided to test out your newfound knowledge the next time you and jungwon hung out. it was a saturday afternoon, and the two of you were sprawled out on his couch, a random movie playing in the background as he scrolled through his phone.

you started small, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear every now and then, making sure it looked natural. when he glanced at you, you leaned in slightly, angling your body toward him like wikihow said.

"you good?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"yeah, why?" you replied, feigning innocence.

he shrugged, smirking. "nothing. you’re just... fidgety."

oh right you forgot to look at the floor, because it makes you look cute. at least according to wikihow.

“you keep looking at the floor,” jungwon said, sitting up now. “is there something on it? like a bug?”

“no!” you exclaimed, a little too quickly.

“then why do you keep staring at it like it’s gonna talk to you?”

you wanted to melt into the couch. “i don’t know, maybe I just like floors, okay?”

jungwon seemed completely unbothered, leaning back and stretching. “you’re lucky you’re fun to hang out with, though. otherwise, i’d think you were plotting something.”

you tried to brush it off, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. so maybe wikihow wasn’t working right now, but there were more steps left to try... right?

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STEP 2: DROP HINTS

use common knowledge to your advantage

have your friends drop hints

talk about your plans

okay this step wasn’t too bad. this has got to propel you towards him asking you out to prom.

when you told your friends of your plan, they thought you had lost it. actually this time.

more specifically when you asked them to drop hints by bringing the two of you up more often as an item.

“so, let me get this straight,” giselle said, narrowing her eyes. “you want us to casually bring you and jungwon up in conversation, like... as a couple?”

“yes,” you said with conviction, ignoring her skeptical look.

“subtle, right?” sunoo piped up, raising an eyebrow.

“exactly. not too obvious, just enough to plant the idea in his head,” you clarified, determined.

giselle snorted. “subtle isn’t exactly my strong suit, but sure.”

you watched from afar as giselle ran up to jungwon yelling something.

“jungwon! you know y/n likes you right?”

that’s not a hint. what the hell. does she know remotely what subtle is?

“okay okay what do you really want now, my chem notes?” he laughed and brushed her comment off. she looked to you and shrugged.

it’s okay, you didn’t complete the last part of this step. though you felt an immeasurable amount of dread.

the next day in class after putting your bag down, you approached his desk, playing with his pencil.

“hey you know i’m going to the movies this week right?” you asked.

“oh nice, have fun, what movie by the way?” he smiled giving an oblivious smile. if only he knew.

you blinked, not expecting that response. “… yeah, I mean, it’s supposed to be a fun movie. romantic comedies are always better in theaters, right?”

“sure,” he said, still doodling, completely unfazed.

your brain scrambled for something else to say, something that could salvage this interaction. “you know, it’s the kind of movie that’s probably better with… company.”

he stopped drawing, finally looking at you properly, though his expression was unreadable.

“then why don’t you take giselle?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, tilting his head, reading your expression. though you wouldn’t have noticed the look he was giving you, begging you to ask him to go.

you wanted to scream. you wanted to crawl under a rock. you wanted to fall into a blackhole and have it spaghetti noodle you up like the many articles you’ve read.

you just wanted to yell at him that you liked him. though you weren’t sure if he’d get the message even at that.

maybe it’s time you finish all the steps.

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STEP 3: KNOW WHAT NOT TO DO

avoid the friendzone

avoid letting him know how much you want to go out with him

don’t wait around too long

wait.

that’s it.

maybe you’re just in the friendzone?

the thought made your stomach sink, and for the first time, doubt crept into your master plan.

maybe it’s time to give up, you thought with a sigh. but before you could let defeat settle in, giselle, snatched your phone out of your hand.

“what the hell are you moping about?” she asked, reading the screen. her face scrunched up in exaggerated disbelief. “you? friendzoned? please, y/n. the boy is always staring at you. just yesterday, he literally paused mid-bite of his sandwich when you walked in.”

“that doesn’t mean anything,” you muttered, crossing your arms defensively.

giselle rolled her eyes, dragging you up from your chair. “okay, first of all, you’re not giving up. second, you’re doing something big. we’re skipping to the final step.”

“what’s the final step?” you asked warily.

she smirked. “you’re just going to ask him yourself.”

you froze. “absolutely not. that’s—”

“y/n!”

jungwon called with a smile waving his hand over. you looked back to giselle as if she was going to create some sort of comfort, but no. she pushed you forward towards the boy whispering something that you couldn’t hear.

“hi won,” you greeted with some sort of a smile.

“so,” he trailed off. “so,” you prompted him back

“prom.”

“yeah what about it? it’s this weekend and..?”

jungwon scratched the back of his neck, “well, i was wondering if, uh, you…” he hesitated, glancing away for a split second before locking eyes with you again. “…if you’d go with me.”

your heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, you thought you misheard him. “wait, what?”

his lips quirked up in a lopsided grin, the confidence creeping back into his demeanor. “prom. you. me. together. what do you think?”

“not as like, friends right. or maybe as friends, which way are you asking?” you asked nervously.

“not as friends,”

“oh,” you managed to say, your voice a little higher-pitched than normal. “well, in that case…”

he raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a teasing smile. “you gonna keep me waiting, or…?”

“no!” you said quickly, shaking your head. “i mean—yes. not yes to keeping you waiting. yes to—”

jungwon chuckled, cutting off your rambling. “i get it. it’s a yes.”

“yes,” you repeated, this time with more confidence, a grin spreading across your face.

“good,” he said, his smile softening as he glanced down for a second, then back up at you. “because i’ve been wanting to ask you for a while now. just didn’t want to mess it up.”

“mess it up? jungwon, you’re like, the last person who could mess this up.”

“yeah?” he asked, his tone lighter now. “you think i’m that smooth?”

“not really,” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. “but i think i like you anyway.”

his grin grew wider, and for a moment, the usual confident, composed jungwon seemed almost bashful. “good to know,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. “because i like you too.”

maybe wikihow did have the answers all along. the answer of a strategy on how to get yang jungwon to ask you out to prom.

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a/n: happy day 14 of melodies to memories!! not going to be awake for this one so my perm tl will be tagged on this post rather than in the reblog hehe >< I've been LOVING strategy by twice it's so brain itch afhuidjg,, all likes, comments, reblogs appreciated.

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