#E-Card Santa Claus

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Nikolaus ist eine symbolische Figur, die den Geist der Großzügigkeit, Freundlichkeit und Freude verkörpert. Seine Unsichtbarkeit in der realen Welt trägt zur Fantasie und zur Freude der Feierlichkeiten bei. Unsichtbar - aber wie macht er das? ......hier die Antwort!

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Santa Claus is Coming To Town

Rated E • Stevie/Eddie • read on ao3

Written for @stevieweek Holiday Movie Marathon: Santa Clause Counting it for @steddiesongfics too

Santa Stevie/Elf Eddie, I’ve seen the Santa Clause movies too many times, Getting together, elf magic used inappropriately, transfem Steve Harrington

“Thank you so much for coming so last minute, honey,” Claudia gushed, hugging Stevie as she was pulled inside into the hall. “Dustin is excited you’re going to be babysitting.”

“Mooommmmm!!” Dustin shouted from the dining room. “I’m not a baby!”

Stevie laughed quietly with Claudia as they walked to the other room.

“Of course you’re not, Dusty buns. We know you’re very mature and adult for an eight year old,” his mom winked across the room as she pressed a kiss to his head. “Now be good for Stevie, dear. There’s tons of food and I’m sure he’ll want to be in bed early so Santa can come.”

Dustin perked up at that, nodding aggressively. “I sure will, mom!”

Claudia grabbed her purse and was gone, having to help at the hospital due to call offs and the emergency room was already packed.

Helping herself to the home cooked meal on the table, they settled in for the night.

“We have to read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas! It’s tradition!”

Stevie rolled her eyes but agreed, snuggling in next to him in his bed with the book.

“What’s ’a rose such a clatter?’” he frowned.

Pointing at the words, she explained, “Arose means — it came. And a clatter is a big noise.”

“Why do they have to use such weird words?”

“…Merry Christmas and to all a good night!”

“Stevie! Wake up!”

She groaned, looking around. It was pitch black, she was still curled up on the couch. “What’s the matter?”

“A clatter!”

She rubbed her eyes, not understanding at all what was happening. “What?”

“It’s Santa! You know, the big noise! He’s here! C’mon!”

He pulled her off the couch and out into the front yard. She rubbed her eyes again.

“What the hell?” Dustin elbowed her. “Lay off, kid, my cussing is the least of our worries right now,” she hissed.

On the top of the house, there was a real sleigh with eight real reindeer. She blinked her eyes a bunch, then looked around for a camera crew or something.

“Hey look!” Dustin pointed up at the roof again, where a tall man in red had appeared. “It’s Santa! He’s real!” 

The shout apparently shocked him, and he misstepped, losing his balance and toppling off the roof.

They could only stand there as the man hit the ground in front of them, as they watched his body disappeared, leaving only the red suit.

“You killed him,” Stevie whispered.

“I didn’t mean to!” He cried, looking around starting to panic.

Stevie felt drawn to the suit, somehow knowing there would be an answer inside.

“What are you doing?” Dustin hissed at her.

“I have no idea,” she responded, but then held up a small card that was in a pocket of the suit. “Look.”

Dustin snatched it from her. “If anything happens to me, put on the suit and get in the sleigh, the reindeer will know what to do. What does that mean?”

She turned to go back inside, the rational part of her brain finally clicking on, but she ran into a ladder that had come from nowhere. “What the fu-“

Holding her head, Dustin came over to investigate. She almost laughed at the face he made, but then he was scurrying up the ladder to the roof. “Wait! Hey!” She called. Remembering the suit, she hastily grabbed it from the ground before climbing up after him.

The reindeer did not look impressed. The front one snorted as she appeared on the roof. “Same to you,” she scoffed. “Now what?” She asked Dustin.

“Put on the suit!”

She looked down at the pile of red in her hands. “No way, we’re going to leave all of this alone and go back inside and call the police and maybe your mom. This is nuts! This is just a dream, or like a hallucination.” The reindeer snorted again. “Shut up!”

Dustin, however, was standing inside the sleigh. “Come look at this!”

“Ugh,” she huffed, stomping over to climb up into the massive vehicle. “This is too much, we gotta go- woah!”

The reindeer had taken off, sending them down into the seat and flying so fast the lights around them turned into streaks. As suddenly as they had started, they stopped. They were on another roof, who knows where.

“Oh my god,” Dustin whispered. “We have to keep delivering the presents.”

“What?” She cried. The first reindeer turned around and nodded at her. “For real? How are we supposed to do that?”

“Put on the suit!” He pointed down at the floor where the red fluffy thing had fallen.

Something inside of her knew that was what she was supposed to do. With a sigh, she slid her legs into the pants, pulling them up. “This belt better be really freaking magic,” she muttered.

Tying the sash around her waist and then the belt, she held her arms out to Dustin who gave her a thumbs up. She turned around to show the reindeer, the front one huffing at her impatiently. 

“Alright, alright. Now what?”

Dustin threw something at her and she caught it, then screamed when Santa’s sack started floating over her head, taking her with it. “This is nuts!”

She blinked and she was being sucked down the chimney under her. “Holy shit,” she muttered, looking around the dark house.

There was a small child asleep on the couch, so she tried her best to walk silently in the big boots. She set the toys under the tree as quietly as she could, 

“Santa?” A tiny voice startled her. “Why are you a girl?”

She stopped short, toy doll in hand. “What are you, my dad? You want this doll or not? Go to sleep!”

The girl closed her eyes, but as Stevie turned to approach the fireplace, wondering how she was supposed to go back up, the voice behind her reminded her, “You’re supposed to eat the cookies and drink the milk.”

She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. “Jeez kid, it’s my first day can you give me a break?”

Whipping around to find the small end table with a Santa-shaped plate, she grabbed a cookie and took a bite. While the child watched, she made sure to gulp a bit of the milk down.

“Merry Christmas, now go to sleep,” she grumbled.

Thankfully as soon as she stepped into the fireplace, she was pulled up by the bag and found herself standing on the roof again.

Dustin perked up when he saw her. “How was it? How’d you get back up?”

“Christmas magic, Dusty buns, obviously,” she sassed. 

Once she was sitting down the reindeer took off, but stopped at another house. “The bag is empty, guys! I-“ she picked up the sack to show them but found it heavy once more. “Oh man, this is going to be a long night.”

“Yeah, the best night ever!”

The novelty wore off at some point for Dustin, who curled up on the seat and fell asleep. Stevie rolled her eyes, figures.

“Oh shit, wake up dude, look at this!” She elbowed him until he blearily peeked one eye open. They’d stopped again, but this time not at anyone’s house. There wasn’t much to see, snow whipping around them. It felt familiar somehow, like a strange sense of Deja vu. But she’d clearly never been here before.

The reindeer took off, leaving the sleigh in the wind. “Hey! Take us home!” She looked finally down at Dustin who could only shrug.

“Look!” He pointed out into the horizon. She blinked the snow from her eyelashes, then rubbed her fists into her eyes. It couldn’t be. “It’s an elf!”

Whatever the stranger did, the sleigh was then lowered into a vast room full of people and noise.

“Santa’s workshop! I wish I had a camera!” Dustin whispered excitedly, looking around like he was instead trying to memorize every inch of the room.

“Excuse me,” Stevie called once they’d reached the ground. “Who’s in charge here?”

Deadpan, the closest person said, “You are.” Before walking quickly away.

“This is all such an amazing practical joke, but I’m ready to go back to reality now.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” A deep voice came from behind her. She spun, and gulped as the coat around her opened and she was reminded of her crop top and high waisted leggings as the attractive man’s eyes wandered over her.

He was a couple inches taller than Stevie, who was already towering over all of the people around them. The long dark wavy hair cascading past his shoulders over his dark flannel shirt gave him a grungier look than everyone else in the room in their more flashy outfits. What stole most of Stevie’s attention however were his dark eyelashes outlining his chocolate brown eyes.

“Who are you?” Dustin asked.

“Eddie,” he said shortly. “And you are?”

“Dustin. Dustin Henderson.” 

“Of course you are,” Eddie grinned, his eyes never leaving Stevie. “Okay Santa, lets get you more comfortable.”

“I’m not Santa,” she argued, but he had turned and was already walking away. She had to almost jog to keep up with him. “If that’s the problem, Dustin was the one who made him fall, I had nothing to do with it.”

“That’s not true!”

“You read the card, correct?”

“What card?”

Eddie huffed and pulled them into a room. “The card in the Santa suit. In putting the suit on, you fell subject to the Santa clause. You accepted the contract.”

She stared at him. “The contract? It was a tiny frolicking- filibustering- what?”

He smirked at her. “It’s Santa’s workshop, babe. No swearing.”

“You’ve gotta be sleighing me. Jiminy Christmas.”

Dustin piped up again, “How did she sign a contract? It was just a tiny card. She didn't do anything.”

“Thank you, Dustin. Do you have it?”

Stevie glared at them but stuck her hands in the pockets of the pants and pulled out the card in question. Eddie took it from her and placed it behind a magnifier on the table. “What does this have to do with the guy who fell off my roof?”

“Nothing, now. This isn’t about Santa Claus, the person, but Santa clause, the clause.”

“My brain is going to explode,” Stevie grumbled.

“It’s all here — In putting on this suit and entering the sleigh, the wearer waives any and all rights to any previous identity, real or implied, and fully accepts the duties and responsibilities of Santa Claus,” Eddie recited as the words without looking as she followed along on the card. 

“What does that mean?” She asked, knowing the answer.

“It means, you put on the suit, so you’re Santa.” He let his eyes wander down her again. “Albeit not the usual type, but you’ll do. Let me show you to your room.” They looked at each other for a long moment before he held the door open for them. 

As they walked down a winding hallway, he continued. “You’ll leave tomorrow morning. You have eleven months to get your personal affairs in order and you’ll be expected back here after Thanksgiving. I’ll send the list to your house.”

“The list? What list?”

Dustin again helpfully supplied, “You know! He’s checking it twice? Gunna find out who’s naughty and nice!”

The crowd of elves continued the song loudly, echoing around the huge space. “Santa Claus is coming to town!”

Eddie yelled menacingly, “Alright, get back to work!” Then he turned and winked at her. “This way, c’mon.”

The room was the coziest place she’d ever seen, full of soft fabrics and toys, the bed made up with more pillows and blankets than she could count. Dustin immediately crawled into a play tent in the corner and was snoring before Eddie appeared again with a pile of clothes.

“You’re not what I expected,” he murmured as she wandered over to the window.

She laughed, a little sardonically. “I get that a lot.”

Eddie looked upset for a moment, then it was gone before she could study him. “Not in a bad way, of course. Unfortunately it’s been centuries of boring old guys. I look forward to seeing what you bring to the position.”

She got lost in his sparkly eyes and he moved closer, seemingly just as interested. However as soon as she thought he’d lean all the way, he pulled back and shoved the clothes into her chest.

“Get some rest, Santa,” he said with a smile.

“It’s Stevie.”

The smell of coffee woke her, and when she stretched she almost toppled off the couch.

Wait. The couch?

“Morning, Stevie dear. How was your night? I hope Dustin didn’t give you too much trouble.”

She looked around, nothing seemed out of place at the Henderson’s. The tree, the sounds of Claudia tinkering around in the kitchen. Then Dustin made his appearance by sprinting down the hall and sliding on his socks through the dining room.

“Oh my god! You’re still here, and you’re in the pajamas!”

Claudia came out to see what all the fuss was. “Oh yes, very festive pajamas, honey. Did you bring those with you?”

Stevie looked down at herself, confused. She’d gone to sleep in her own clothes. Seeing the red satiny set made her jaw drop.

“It was real! Mom, last night Santa came! He fell of our roof and Stevie put on his suit and we delivered the rest of the presents! She’s the new Santa Claus! It was awesome! We went to the North Pole and we met the elves-”

They both stared at his mom as she held a hand up. She sent an unrecognizable look to Stevie and she knew she was in trouble.

“No, Dustin, it must’ve just been a weird dream. Maybe we ate too fast, or-“

He cut her off, running back to his room with a shout.

“Look at this! How is this not real?”

Stevie had to walk around his mom to see what he was holding. It was a gorgeous, old fashioned snow globe. As they all watched, Dustin shook it and a tiny sleigh pulled by reindeer flew across the atmosphere.

“Eddie gave it to me. He told me I had to take very good care of it for him,” he explained seriously. 

Claudia seemed even more concerned now, understandably. “Eddie? You brought a boy over here?”

“He’s not a boy, mom! He’s an elf! And no, we met him at the North Pole!”

Stevie could only stare at Claudia, unable to come up with any excuse whatsoever for this. “I-I’m sorry, Mrs. Henderson, this is all my fault. He got into some candy last night and we read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, he probably stayed up too late and had a strange dream. I promise nothing bad happened, and we didn’t have any guests over.”

“But Stevie!” Dustin stomped his foot and she immediately shook her head at him, begging him with her eyes to stop arguing.

“No, it’s okay, buddy.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat then looked back at Claudia. “And, I’ll understand if you don’t want me watch Dustin anymore. I’ll, uh,” she shook her head sadly. She wasn’t sure where the rest of her stuff was, or where the clothes she had changed out of were. 

Claudia sent Dustin to his room, and Stevie went home feeling miserable. What in the world had happened last night?

The next few months were intense. She couldn’t go anywhere without people staring at her, Claudia and Dustin were distant, and she was having very vivid dreams.

Claudia had taken it about as well as could be expected, for your eight year old to be obsessed with the idea that his babysitter was now Santa and talking about it and the North Pole throughout the spring, even after several adults sat him down to try to reason it out with him. Stevie had gotten this information from Nancy, whose mom had been called in as part of an emergency mom group to provide backup.

Stevie herself was changing. She’d gained about thirty pounds, but most of it went to her boobs, hips and ass. Everyone in town assumed she had been getting work done. She couldn’t very well explain what was happening, so she had to ignore all the whispers behind her back and the dirty looks. Her hair was suddenly lighter, too. It wouldn’t hold dye at all, creepily reverting back to the white blonde waves by the next day every time she tried. 

Then there were the dreams. A lot centered on delivering the toys, speaking with children and elves about toys, but there were a handful of others — where Eddie was featured — and they were unlike any dreams she’d ever had before. She’d wake up and her body would be sore and achy like she’d run a marathon in her sleep. 

“Thinking of me again, sweets?” Eddie’s deep voice rumbled against her neck as he stepped up behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist.

“Always,” she murmured happily before turning in his arms and meeting his lips.

It wasn’t long before their clothes disappeared in dream efficiency, and she was crying out as she was taken apart over and over.

Just as she had convinced herself that she was going insane, there was a knock on the door. A delivery man held a clipboard out to her and she scribbled her name without looking too closely.

The phone rang in the other room and she called out for the guy, “Just put it inside here, please.” 

After a few minutes on the phone, she realized she could still hear boxes being set down. 

“What is all of this?” She walked back into the entryway to stacks and stacks of red shiny boxes, some as tall as she was. 

The delivery guy was walking down the stairs of her apartment, waving to her. “Wait!”

But she sighed. Just her luck.

Going back inside, found a box that had an envelope attached. Here’s the list. Check it — twice! Yours, E

“Ugh, that bastard, how am I supposed to-“ she screamed as someone tapped on her shoulder. Spinning around, she was met with the smarmy grin of one particularly attractive elf. “Oh fuck, Eddie,” she gasped.

He stepped closer, flashing a grin at her and letting his eyes drift over her figure. “I do like the sound of that, sugar.”

She covered a moan with a small cough as the now familiar swoop in her belly made her think of her dreams.

“Do you happen to have, like, powers?” Stevie looked at him seriously.

He pushed her hair over her shoulder, tracing a finger down her jaw, making her shiver. “I like the new look, by the way. Suits you.”

“That isn’t an answer, you know,” she huffed. Her attention was drawn to the boxes around them. “Could you use your fancy magic powers to maybe, move these? Or shrink them? Robin already thinks I’m actually losing my mind.”

Eddie tapped his chin with a long finger, “I could, maybe. Where would you like them? Hypothetically, of course.”

“My bedroom?” She regretted it as soon as a feral grin appeared on his face. But where else could they go?

“Inviting me into your bedroom? Seems naughty.”

She shouldn’t have been shocked, but magically they were standing in her bedroom and all the boxes were stacked neatly against the far wall. 

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he shrugged a shoulder, his eyes wandering down her figure. “Now back to the topic at hand. I think you’re the only new Santa who looks better after their transformation.” 

Stevie felt her cheeks heat, feeling underdressed in her own bedroom as Eddie continued staring at her. 

The feeling that always plagued her when she’d gotten this far with someone before crept up. She looked away, not wanting to ruin this but wanting to be clear from the beginning. It wasn’t as if Eddie knew her very well, or had been privy to the things she’d been dreaming.

“Uh, there’s probably something you should know, Eddie. A-about me, I mean,” she couldn’t look at him.

He reached for her though, tipping her chin up to look at him fully. “I think I might know already,” he said softly. “Dustin may have given me the shovel talk before you left on Christmas.”

“Oh.”

He spent another long moment staring into her eyes, while she was unsure of what to do next. “So, you don’t mind?”

Eddie shook his head, inching impossibly closer. “Definitely do not mind. I think you were made just for me, if I’m being honest.” He finally closed the gap between them, and Stevie gasped as her lips tingled against his.

Pulling back a tiny amount, he chuckled against her. “Sorry, elf magic. It’s hard to hold back, especially when I’m all worked up.”

Stevie shrugged and closed the distance again. It took another second before something sparked in her memory. “Hey, you wouldn’t be able to mess with dreams, would you?”

He winked and simply said, “I plead the fifth,” before pulling her closer by her waist and deepening the kiss.

His hands started wandering and she gasped again as the tingling spread wherever he touched. She had to pull away as he cupped her breasts through her thin cami, panting against his shoulder.

As his hands starting traveling down, a strange buzzing startled them.

“Nutcrackers,” Eddie swore. She giggled but then tried to see what he was looking at. A tiny pager-like object in his hand was blinking red and green. “I have to go. Read over the list and I’ll see you before you know it.”

She tried to hide her disappointment as she pulled him into another slow teasing kiss.

As the holidays approached, she slowly started realizing this may be real. She knew kids names without asking and knew if they were on the nice list or naughty list. Sometimes even adults. She had crazy sweets cravings, making more cookies in a week than she’d ever made in her life. 

“What is happening with you?” Robin asked again as she walked into the kitchen to find her baking again.

“Sweet tooth, what can I say?” 

Her roommate eyed her suspiciously. “Uh huh. You still think all of this is just side effects of your new meds? Maybe you should call your doctor back.”

“Yeah, maybe I should make an appointment,” she offered.

“Your hair looks even lighter than it did this morning when I left.”

Stevie hummed and set the timer for her cookies.

Pack whatever you can’t live without, I’m Santanapping you tomorrow. XO -E

She grinned at the note left on her bed, trying to decide what that meant.

At noon the next day, she blinked and almost fell over as she was standing in the cozy room at the North Pole instead of her apartment.

“Welcome home, honey,” Eddie teased her, coming up behind her and pulling her hair away from her neck to place his mouth there.

“You could’ve warned me, what if I was in the shower or something?”

His hands grabbed her waist and pulled her back into him. “You’re right, next time I’ll have to plan better. Bring you wet and dripping right to me,” he promised darkly.

“Oh frost, I mean- that’s going to get really old,” she whined.

“You get used to it, I’m afraid,” he laughed. “But you’re right. Come with me.”

They did garner some stares as he lead her hand in hand down the hall, but a quick glare or reminder to get to work from Eddie made the elves scatter.

Just as she was about to ask where he was taking her, he put his finger up to his lips and quietly opened a heavy door, pulling her inside.

Staying quiet, they got past a few elves in what she could now see was a stable. He grinned at her and pulled her up into a smaller sleigh. 

“Push this for me, sweetness,” he asked, pointing to a handle.

“Me?” He nodded at her and she complied, the sleigh starting forward as she did. “Holy snowballs.”

She flew the sleigh out the doors and above a snowy landscape. “This is amazing,” she breathed.

“I think you’re a bad influence on me,” Eddie chuckled.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, one of us definitely is.”

“Stop anywhere you’d like,” he suggested.

“Oh yeah…” She’d almost forgotten their adventure had been for a purpose. She let up on the handle, slowing down to look around for a spot.

Finally the sleigh settled in a small clearing surrounded by a ridge and trees.

“Very nice. You went secluded, I’d have thought you were a bit more of a show off.”

She laughed. “Maybe next time,” she teased.

“Oh really?” Eddie sassed back before pulling her to straddle his lap.

Predictably even though the sleigh wasn’t covered, they stayed warm and the wind didn’t touch them. She assumed it was the sleigh, but it also could’ve been Eddie.

His hands went to her waist, but quickly settled instead cupping her ass. “Can I compliment you again on your new Santa figure? I swear it’s like you’re my very own Christmas present. Maybe after seven hundred years I get something after all.”

Stevie pulled back to look at his face. “Seven hundred years?”

He laughed, nodding, but his eyes were serious. “Don’t look at me like that, most elves live thousands of years. I promise I’m not like robbing the cradle or anything.”

She glared at him. “That wasn’t really what I was thinking. I do like older men, for the record.”

He met her glare, pulling her closer. “Well I guess that settles it then. For the record, I’ve never done this with a human, much less a Santa.”

“Awww, a newbie, huh?” She stuck her tongue out and he leaned forward to nip at it.

“Watch it, baby.”

“Or what?”

She squeaked as her clothes disappeared with a snap of his fingers. Even though the cold wind wasn’t able to reach them, her nipples hardened and she got goosebumps.

“So gorgeous, Stevie,” he drawled, letting his gaze drag down her form. After a moment of enjoying the attention, she began pulling at his shirt, earning a small laugh as he shrugged out of his layers.

He was pale, his dark hair making his skin seem even lighter. She briefly wished they had a mirror, her light hair against his dark would be beautiful. He hung onto her tightly, then she realized his legs were bare. 

“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he explained. She rocked forward and they both cried out as their lengths slid against each other.

He leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth and she groaned. “Fuck yes,” then she giggled once she realized she could swear again.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured. She rutted against him harder, but then backed off.

“Do you have, um, did you bring any-“

“Don’t need it.” He snapped his fingers again and her eyes rolled back.  He slid two fingers around her hole, where it was already slick and ready. 

“Oh my god,” she panted.

“Just Eddie will be fine, princess,” he teased. 

She groaned, pulling herself up with her hands on his shoulders. “Please fuck me already.”

Together they angled his cock so she could lower herself onto it, their mouths meeting as they settled into a rhythm. He apparently couldn’t help but squeeze at her, his hands never staying in one place. The tingling sensation traveling around her body was driving her closer and closer.

“Wait,” Stevie gasped.

He stopped, holding onto her and gazing up at her with his sparkly eyes. It took her a moment to remember what she wanted.

“Wanna, um, can we-?”

“Anything, beautiful,” he groaned.

She slid off of his lap, turning around to bend over the front of the sleigh. “Fuck, you’re perfect, baby. Look at you,” he growled as he stood. He grabbed handfuls of her cheeks and spread them, staring down at her hole before lining back up.

Unable to hold back, he pushed in roughly, Stevie having to hold on so he didn’t send her flying out of the sleigh. This angle was sending lightning up her spine with every thrust, and as she got closer, Eddie reached around to wrap a rough hand around her dick. The tingling was multiplied now and she knew she wouldn’t last.

“Gunna, oh fuck Eddie, coming!” 

He made a low keening noise as she clenched around him as she came, and after a few thrusts she felt him spill inside of her.

When she opened her eyes again, they were cuddled together in the huge bed back in the workshop.

“A girl could get used to this,” she murmured.

To be continued?

Divider credits to @/strangergraphics

[sorakazeno]

Sailor Moon Museum Part 9

The start of the Sera Myu Room!!

Newer versions of the fuku.

Tuxedo Kamen at the end. I realized later that is one pic I have of the outfit. Rats. I could not get over how tiny the waist lines are on these dresses.

The classic ones I grew up on.

Took a picture in front of Sailor Mars for a friend.

Eternal Sailor Moon. I thought the wings were larger. But then again.... the woman that wore these outfits were are a lot shorter than I am so it probably fit them for the portions.

My favorite Inner Senshi

My second favorite Inner Senshi. Atlas no Outer Senshi. >.<

Nogizaka46 Version Musical 2019 on the left.

Kaguya-hime no Koibito on the right from 2021.

Le Mouvement Final on the left from 2017.

Super Live from 2018 and 2019. I need to take pictures of the poster released in the US... and a post for this musical. It was amazing.

La Reconquista from 2013.

Fumina Hara, the second actress to play Usagi in the musicals.

Ohyama Anya, the first actress to play Usagi and will always be my favorite.

Close up of Jupiter and Mercury.

Just realized this my only Chibi Moon one.

Shin / Henshin - Super Senshi e no Michi - Last Dracul Jokyoku. Also commerates the 500th musical for Sailor Moon. I was able to purchase a coin for this that was in a previous post.

Starlights - Ryuusei Densetsu 2003.

Now entering the Nakayoshi room! Lots and lots of little giveaways as the series are original being published in the 90s. Most of these I never seen before.

Notebook, playing cards, and Sailor Moon mask.

Usagi and Tuxedo Kamen bag, poster with the Inners.

Better view of the mini poster.

Stickers, postcards and various inserts.

Bags, inserts, sticks, trading cards

Mini poster is some kind of Santa Claus game. Bag and cute little cardboard box.

Senshi cards are listed as "Super Premium" cards.

Calendar and bag.

Chibi Moon bag, fan books and a card game in the upper corner.

Sailor Moon was constantly featured on the cover of Nakayoshi

More covers.

So many covers.....

I believe all art was published in the five artbooks from the 1990s.

[jpopstreaming]

MUCC to release 'Timeless': A 25-Year Musical Legacy Compilation

MUCC, a trailblazer in the Japanese music scene, is set to captivate fans with the release of their new album "Timeless" on December 28th. This eagerly anticipated album is a culmination of their profound musical journey, featuring an eclectic mix of 12 tracks. These include six songs from the exclusive singles of their album replication tour, "MUCC 25th Anniversary TOUR 'Timeless'", four re-recorded versions selected from the albums performed during the tour, a track from their split single with deadman, and their latest song "Timeless". Among these, one of the venue-limited singles has been remixed, adding a fresh dimension to the album.

To add to the excitement, MUCC has announced a series of in-store events titled "MUCC's Gift-Giving Party from Santa!" in six locations throughout December. In a delightful twist, band members will don Santa Claus costumes, engaging with fans through personalized signed goods, hand-written Christmas cards, handshake sessions, and photo opportunities. These interactions promise to create an intimate and memorable experience for their devoted followers.

The celebrations don’t stop there. Coinciding with the album release is the launch of the "25th Anniversary Special Edition MUCC FUKYU", an anniversary book commemorating MUCC's 25 years of musical legacy. The book, set to be released on December 28th, features content from the music magazine "Ongaku to Hito" and its special issue "PHY", along with recent interviews with the band members. Furthermore, a video collection titled "MUCC Live Chronicle 5 25TH ANNIVERSARY Upper Volume" will be released on February 14, 2024. This exclusive collection, available only to official fan club members through pre-order starting December 1st, includes six selected live performances from the first half of their 25th-anniversary year.

The "Timeless" album is a treasure trove for fans and music enthusiasts alike, featuring tracks that showcase MUCC's evolving sound and artistic depth. From the haunting melodies of "Siren" and "99" to the dynamic "G.G. -Timeless Ver.-" and the reflective "Libra -Timeless Ver.-", each song tells a story, woven into the fabric of MUCC's rich musical history. The album also includes the poignant "Shi no Ubugoe" and the contemplative "Yo -yo-", culminating in the introspective title track "Timeless" and the innovative "Sora -ku- (JaQwa Remix)".

Fans can also look forward to the unique in-store events, starting on December 2nd in Tokyo, with subsequent events in Miyagi, Aichi, and Osaka, where individual band members will participate. These events not only bring the music to life but also strengthen the bond between MUCC and their fans, celebrating the band's enduring presence in the music world.

In conclusion, "Timeless" is not just an album; it's a celebration of MUCC's artistic journey, a testament to their enduring appeal, and a gift to fans who have walked this path with them. It encapsulates the essence of MUCC - a band that continues to evolve, inspire, and connect with hearts across the globe.

Siren

G.G. -Timeless Ver.-

under the moonlight

99

Libra -Timeless Ver.-

Sō -so-

Gerbera -Timeless Ver.-

Shi no Ubugoe

Yō -yo-

Rojiura Boku to Kimi e -Timeless Ver.-

Timeless

Sora -ku- (JaQwa Remix)

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Olá, como vai? Gostaria de solicitar uma leitura de tarô porque tenho me sentido tão sobrecarregado ultimamente e gostaria de ter luz na minha cabeça e pensamentos. Pode ser qualquer baralho de sua escolha ❤️

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10 of Cups, Page of Wands

You have access to a whole world of emotional fulfillment as soon as you take your inner child's wishes seriously. Inner child work often has a very serious, responsible air around it, that is certainly dignified due to its large impact on healing wounds of the soul. But what we often forget is that a large part of what we rightfully attribute to children - not so rightfully *don't* attribute to our adult selves, but I'm kinda interrupting my own point here - is the playfulness of it all.

What would have made child you happy? Not through a clinical, mature perspective like "Yeah, if I would've gotten that regularly, I would be happier now". I don't mean needs that belong to truths like "Dad never listened, I wish he cared" and the quiet confidence you could already have if that had happened. I am talking about Losing-your-mind-can't-sleep-the-night-before-because-I'm-so-excited kind of happy. Pure giddyness. I imagine someone telling a child "Tomorrow we'll go to Disneyland!" and what reaction they would have then. That is what you should aim for.

Maybe it's not even something that big and expensive. Maybe you crave a certain dish that used to always make you happy, but don't allow yourself to indulge nowadays. Maybe you want a toy, but fear being judged, mostly by yourself. Maybe you would love to dress a certain way you have heard some people call "not age appropriate" for you, and now are hesitant to buy clothes in that style. Maybe you sometimes have the urge to skip down the road instead of walking boringly, but don't want to be the weirdo.

Whatever anxiety or shameful judgement may arise inside of you or come from outside sources - take these as the challenges this wish fulfillment is worth succeeding in. Be the Santa Claus/Papai Noel you always dreamed about. Before stepping into action, you need to hone your talents of persuation, first and foremost with yourself. Find the counter arguments that just click, and then your already present wishes can flow freely into actions without much additional effort.

"That's silly and embarrassing." - Well, to me it's worth it, because my happiness is a deep need, and that's what it's calling for. I love myself enough to risk being seen as stupid by people who wouldn't even put half the effort in for me to be this happy.

"That is a waste of time/money/whatever." - I am investing in my willingness to be alive, in my health, in my experience of what it means being me in this reality. The happier I make it within my power, the easier the hard parts will be, because I can draw from the joy and love I got while doing what I truly wanted.

"You don't deserve this." - I am just as worthy as every other human being. In fact, me taking care of my honest needs and developing the bravery to do so can inspire others to do the same, and it nourishes me in a way that enables me to extend that love to others who struggle to do it themselves.

Those are just examples. Your obstacles might sound completely different, or even if they are similar, the words to disarm them could be completely different. This requires you to sit with your fears long enough to examine them, so you know what you are working with.

These cards also read as a reminder to stay closer to the people that already naturally encourage you going after your joy, and keep the naysayers at a distance as much as possible. You deserve to experience whatever joy is available to you. Life has enough limitations we have to come to terms with as it is - why add artificial ones that are purely in our mind?

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È ora di prepararci al Natale e fare le nostre liste! Time to Get Ready for Christmas and make our lists! Benvenuto Dicembre! Prepariamoci al Natale!Welcome December! Time to Get Ready for Christmas! È arrivato dicembre! Un altro anno è volato via, e siamo di nuovo in quel periodo dell’anno in cui Babbo Natale carica la sua slitta, pronto a consegnare regali ai bambini buoni… e carbone ai meno buoni. È ora di mettersi all’opera e entrare nello spirito natalizio! Gli alberi non si decorano da soli, e le case hanno bisogno di essere addobbate! Solo 22 giorni al Natale mentre scrivo questo post. (Non voglio mettervi ansia o altro, eh!)It’s here—December has arrived! Another year has flown by, and it’s that time when Santa loads his sleigh, delivering presents to the nice and coal to the naughty. Time to deck the halls and get festive! Only 22 days left to Christmas as I write this. (Not to panic you or anything!) Cosa fare: biscotti, presepi e biglietti di auguriWhat to Do: Cookies, Nativity Scenes, and Holiday Cards È il momento di sfornare biscotti, tirare fuori le decorazioni e accendere le canzoni natalizie. Non dimenticare il presepe o di impacchettare i regali. Aspetta un attimo… davvero? È anche ora di fare quella foto di famiglia, ordinare i biglietti di auguri e scrivere la classica newsletter annuale!Time to bake cookies, pull out the tinsel, and crank up the holiday tunes. Don’t forget the nativity scene or wrapping your gifts. Oh, and yes—it’s also time for family photos, holiday cards, and the annual newsletter! Il Segreto del Natale: Fai una Lista!The Secret to Christmas: Make a List! Come affronto questo periodo frenetico che può far impazzire anche i più organizzati? Una parola: LISTA. Amo tutto delle liste: scriverle, controllarle, e soprattutto… cancellare le cose fatte!How do I tackle this crazy time of year that could drive anyone mad? One word: LIST. I love everything about lists: making them, checking them, and most of all, crossing things off! Babbo Natale: L’inventore delle Liste! Santa Claus: The Original List-Maker! Persino Babbo Natale fa una lista! Anzi, credo che sia lui ad aver inventato le liste. Con uno staff così grande, un magazzino pieno e tante persone da ricordare, non può farne a meno. Non solo la controlla una volta… ma due, per vedere chi è stato buono o cattivo!Even Santa makes a list! In fact, I think he invented the concept. With such a big staff, a huge inventory, and so many people to remember, he has no choice. And he doesn’t just check it once—he checks it twice! Nota grammaticale / Grammar Note Quando si fanno liste in italiano, gli elementi che si aggiungono o si spuntano si chiamano "voci." Questo termine può riferirsi sia a punti di un elenco sia a "voci" nel senso di "voci parlanti."When making lists in Italian, the items you add or cross off are called "voci." This term can refer both to list entries and to "voices" in the sense of spoken words. L'imperativo / Imperative Form The imperative form of "write a letter to Santa Claus" in Italian depends on whether you're addressing someone informally or formally: Informal (tu): Scrivi una lettera a Babbo Natale!Formal (Lei): Scriva una lettera a Babbo Natale!Plural (voi): Scrivete una lettera a Babbo Natale! ✔️✔️✔️✔️ Lista delle Feste: Divertiamoci Oggi! Holiday “to-do” list: Have fun today! ✔️ Fai una gara di biscotti natalizi!Host a Christmas cookie bake-off! ✔️ Decora l’albero con canzoni natalizie a tutto volume!Decorate the tree while blasting holiday tunes! ✔️ Crea biglietti di auguri fai-da-te con un tocco personale.Make DIY holiday cards with a personal touch.✔️ Guarda un film natalizio con cioccolata calda e popcorn.Watch a Christmas movie with hot cocoa and popcorn. Non perdere lo spirito natalizio!Don’t Lose Your Holiday Spirit! Porta pure i party, le cene, i biscotti, i regali e le slitte! Portami le cartoline natalizie, i pacchetti e, sì, anche qualche seduta in palestra per compensare tutto il cibo. Ma non mi preoccuperò troppo se non spunto tutto dalla mia lista: la vita è troppo breve per non godersi una tazza di zabaione con un amico!Bring on the parties, dinners, cookies, gifts, and sleigh rides! Bring on the cards, the wrapping, and yes, even the gym sessions to balance it all out. But I won’t stress if I don’t cross off every item—life’s too short not to enjoy eggnog with friends! Consiglio musicale: "Il Natale arriva in cittàCarolina e Topo Tip https://youtu.be/iZFqOMThuY0 Read the full article

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Don't Miss These Upcoming Events In The USA

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This upcoming month of December is full of excitement and holidays in the United States. Here are some events you never want to miss.

First Sunday of Advent: (December 3, 2023)

The first Sunday of Advent provides an opportunity to focus on hope. This marks the beginning of the four-week Christian season that leads to Christmas. 

Rosa Parks Day: (December 5, 2023)

A Day to honor the civil rights activist who refused to give up her seat on a bus for a white man in 1955, when the Montgomery Bus Boycott began.

Cyber ​​Monday (December 4, 2023)

Cyber Monday is the first Monday after Black Friday or Thanksgiving Day in the United States. Cyber​​Monday is an e-commerce term that refers to the Monday after Thanksgiving weekend. It is the second day of shopping and the biggest day of online sales. The term Cyber ​​Monday was coined in 2005 by Shop.org, the website of the National Retail Association. 

Hanukkah (December 7-15, 2023)

A Jewish holiday that celebrates the week-long rededication of the Second Temple in Jerusalem. Hanukkah, also known as the Festival of Lights, celebrates events dating back more than 2,000 years. First of all, it commemorates the rededication of the Second Temple in Jerusalem during the successful revolt of the Jewish people led by Judah, who sought to assimilate the Jewish people.

 Pearl Harbor Memorial Day: (December 7, 2023)

A Day commemorating the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941, which led to America's entry into World War II.

 National Ugly Sweater Day: (Third Friday in December) 

This fun and festive holiday is celebrated on the third Friday of December each year. It is a day to break out your ugliest, most over-the-top Christmas sweater and wear it with pride. The holiday originated in Vancouver, Canada in 2011. Two friends, Chris Boyd and Jordan Birch, wanted to create a fun and festive event for the holiday season. They came up with the idea of National Ugly Sweater Day and it quickly caught on.

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A Christian holiday that celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ. Many workplaces host Christmas parties before the big day. Festive activities such as exchanging gifts, singing Christmas carols and going to parties are part of the festivities. Christmas is a time for children to open gifts from family and friends, as well as from Santa Claus and Father Christmas. Christmas cards are also sent out before Christmas Day. Some people celebrate Christmas as a family event.

These are just a few of the events and holidays you can celebrate in December in the USA. Be sure to check your local area for additional festivities and traditions.

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one cup sugar, one cup spice | a. barber

→ pairing: andy barber x black!reader

→ word count: 7074

→ warnings: age gap, corruption kink, innocent reader, daddy kink, pain kink, smut, sex, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, hand job (male receiving)

→ author note: happy holidays my dudes! what i would do to have andy barber standing in my kitchen... anyway, reader is i n n o c e n t, but totally of age, and in college. as always, line breaks by @firefly-graphics​, gif by @evansensations​

There’s a light dust of white covering the green lawns and black asphalt of the street. You shiver as you follow your parents out towards their car, pulling your beanie down over your ears before you shove your hands into your navy blue Dartmouth hoodie.

“Honey,” your mom coos, turning back towards you as your dad loads the car, “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? Your aunt has plenty of room.”

“I’m positive,” you laugh, “Aunt Sohpie and I don’t get along that great anyway.”

“Well, you could try a little harder.”

Your mouth drops open, eyes wide as you stare at her, “She called me a stuck up, yuppie bitch when I told her I wasn’t going to stop using deodorant.”

Your dad chuckles, prompting a swift slap to the shoulder from your mother before she turns back towards you, “Sophie is a free spirit. She doesn’t believe in putting chemicals in or on her body. One week of trying to get along won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, it’ll hurt,” you answer, pulling her into a hug, “Smelling her B.O. for a week would actually kill me.”

Your mother tuts, pulling back and slumping her shoulders a little as she squeezes your sides gently, “I don’t want to leave you here alone for Christmas.”

“Oh, stop badgering the girl. She’ll be fine,” your dad cuts in, kissing your forehead when he approaches, “She had a tough semester, she’s allowed some alone time. Be good, baby. I left a credit card on my desk for any emergencies.”

You smile warmly, “Thanks daddy.”

There’s a sound of a door opening, then closing, heavy footsteps against the old wood of the porch next door, “Oh, Andy,” your mom calls towards the neighbor, “You got a minute?”

Your face scrunches as you glance over at your father, who sighs heavy, “Don’t get mad, baby.”

“Why would I get mad?”

“She kinda, you know,” he shrugs, knocking his head back and forth, “Asked the neighbor to look in on you while we’re gone,” when your face drops, he throws up his hands, “I didn’t do it, she did.”

“Mom!” You hiss, flipping your eyes to the tall, dark haired man cutting across his front lawn, “I don’t need a babysitter! I’m twenty years old!”

“Hush,” she whispers, plastering a smile on her face as she wraps her arm around your waist, “Sorry to bother you, Andy.”

“Oh, no, no, no. It’s okay, I was just checking the mail.”

You’re angry and embarrassed as the tall, older man approaches, but a sudden heat blooms across your chilled brown skin. Pushing your glasses up your nose, you take a heavy breath, expelling it hard as you eye him. You’ve only really seen him in passing, throwing your hand up in a friendly wave as you jogged into your childhood home during a long weekend away from school. You only vaguely remember him moving in about a year or two before. Hell, you don’t even think the two of you have uttered anything more than just a neighborly ‘hey’, and now, thanks to your mother, he’s going to be keeping an eye on you.

Just wonderful.

She smiles proudly, “You remember our daughter, right?”

“I do,” he smiles slowly, an intense pair of blue-green eyes bouncing between yours, “We’ve run into each other a few times over the years. How you doin’ kiddo?”

He reaches out, extending a large palm and long fingers. You take it gently, smiling soft as you drop your eyes from his, nerves suddenly pooling in your stomach, “Um, good. Thanks for asking. How um,” you swallow, glancing back up at him, finding his eyes still centered on you, “How are you?”

He shrugs, but keeps your much smaller hand in his, “Can’t complain.”

“Listen, honey,” your mom starts, “I asked Mr. Barber to pop over and check on you every now and again while we’re gone.”

“Mother,” fake laughter filling the air, your face hot from being annoyed to all hell, “I’m not a child, and I’m sure Mr. Barber has better things to do with his time than to check on me constantly.”

“It’s no problem,” he shrugs again, those eyes of his now roaming, down your body, then up again, slowly, “I have the next couple of weeks off myself.”

“Congrats on the promotion, by the way.” Your father smiles, finally drawing Andy’s attention away from you. He nudges your side with his elbow, “Andy’s the new District Attorney.”

You keep your eyes on the tall Andy, sliding them the length of his body. He’s sturdy. Broad shoulders not so hidden underneath his zip up hoodie, clinging to thick biceps. Dark jeans accentuate long legs and a little waist. A perfect, full beard lines his strong jaw and chin. Two enormous hands are shoved into the pockets of his pants, so large that they don’t even fit right… You inhale deep, drawing your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the flesh as a tiny moan slips through.

Blue eyes snap to you again as it sounds. God. Your lips part, eyes widen as they stare back at him in embarrassment. He just smiles again, slow and seemingly knowing; his eyes falling down your frame again.

“We better go if we’re gonna miss traffic, hun.” Your dad’s voice suddenly breaks into your conscience, snapping you out of the small trance that Andy Barber has leveled over you, “Andy, thanks for watching over our baby while we’re gone.”

Andy winks at you, “I won’t hover, I promise. If you need anything, at any time, I’m right next door, okay? Better yet, let me give you my number.”

You nod quick, clearing your throat as you fumble around with your phone, pulling it out of your hoodie and handing it over to him, “Sure, yeah. Th-thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Andy,” he corrects, reaching out and cupping your elbow gently, “Please.”

Another warmth spreads through you, emanating from the contact, making you giggle and smile nervously like a stupid girl before you get a hold of yourself and blink away. You all exchange another round of pleasantries, Andy wishing your parents a safe trip before he locks eyes with you again— biting his lip as he blinks and hands your phone back before turning away and heading towards his mailbox.

Almost frozen in place, you blink as you watch him move across his grass, forcefully swallowing. You really need to get out more.

One last hug from your mom and dad and you wave as they pull out of the driveway, your mom waving excitedly at you through the windshield. Rolling your eyes, but smiling wide, you return a wave before heading back inside, locking the door behind you before making a brisk b-line to the front door.

Andy’s still outside, pushing the green trash cans up against his garage as you peek out at him from behind the thin, white, door curtains. He throws open one of the lids before dipping his head, eyeing the mail in his hand as he flips through it slowly, tossing the junk into the open can. A pink blush piques on his cheeks and the tip of his nose, lips red with the chill. He looks up suddenly— out of nowhere— and cocks his head, letting another smile curl onto his lips when the two of you make eye contact again.

You gasp and jump back, instantly turning on your heel to run up the stairs towards your bedroom, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The smell of fresh baked cookies fills the house as you pull a pan from the oven. You hum in satisfaction, a small smile on your face as you scoop the sugar cookies onto the cooling rack before pulling your mom’s Santa Claus mittens off your hands and tossing them to the counter. Last Christmas by Wham plays from the small bluetooth speaker in the corner of the kitchen, A Charlie Brown Christmas on mute playing from the ipad leaning against the utensil holder.

There’s a random crackling from the fire you started in the living room as you move around, a whir from the mixer as it beats the eggs, powdered sugar, vanilla extract, and corn syrup together. You dip your finger into the mixture, popping it into your mouth and groaning as the sweetness explodes on your tongue before you pull the beaters out, slipping your finger down the stainless steel to collect the icing still stuck to them.

A knock sounds from the front door, permeating through the rather quiet house. You lean to the side, blinking at the door as a shadow shifts through the windows on either side. Shoving the icing laden finger into your mouth, you jog towards the door, bare feet heavy against the wood floor.

“One second, one second,” you mumble, wiping your hands on your pale pink cotton shorts before you tug at your hoodie and unlock the door. A sharp inhale of cold air fills your chest when you pull open the door to find one Andy fucking Barber standing on the opposite side, “Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Hey,” he smiles, “It’s been a few days, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Being a biomedical engineering student, you can rattle off some of the most difficult, obscure words known to man with exactly zero problems. When it comes to social interaction with the hot, forty-something, lawyer next door? Your tongue is heavy, your brain… dumb.

His smile widens as you blink like a moron, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead as he waits for you to talk. Here’s the part where you speak, dumbass! “Um,” you stutter, “Sorry, I, uh, yeah, I’m okay. I’m good, sorry.”

“Smells good in here.”

Nodding, you bite your lip, your eyes everywhere but on his face— his stare just too much, “I’m making cookies.” you glance over your shoulder before you point, “Do you want to make some? I mean,” you slam your eyes closed, “Do you want to try some? Not, some, one, do you— do you want to try one? Or some… I guess… whatever.”

Idiot. You’re a bumbling, stumbling, idiot.

He chuckles, the rumble low and deep as he runs one of those big ass hands through his dark, soft looking hair, “That is the best offer I’ve had all day.”

He steps over the threshold, his fingers brushing over yours as he reaches to close the door. You snatch your hand from it quickly, wringing it within the other as you turn awkwardly and move towards the kitchen, swallowing hard, suddenly hyper aware of how bare your legs are.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Andy starts from behind you, “I’m surprised to find you here and not out with some friends.”

You move behind the marble topped island in the center of the kitchen as Andy walks around the opposite side. His eyes are on you again, staring as you fumble with the spatula, your fingers going as dumb as your brain, dropping it with a loud clang. You don’t even know why— okay, you know why, but this is something deeper, something you haven’t experienced before.

“Oh,” you shrug, “No, I uh, I just kinda like to stay around the house.”

He nods slowly, “A homebody, huh? Me too.”

He makes you dizzy; his masculinity is intimidating. It fills up every little space in the room. His intelligence— worldly, experienced—  oozes from him. He looks like you could ask him anything, anything, and he’d have the right answer for you. He could teach you a thing or two, that’s for sure.

A shudder creeps through your body, heat blooming across your skin, having to shift on your feet as your stomach flutters while you focus on icing this stupid cookie. The physical space he takes up unnerves you too. That wide, towering frame looming over you. Deft, thick fingers tapping gently against the countertop as you stumble around, your hands shaky.

There’s a stickiness. A warm, little wet spot in the center of your panties as stupid thoughts run through your stupid brain. You’re being ridiculous. Like this grown man would be interested in an inexperienced, socially awkward, in bed by eight thirty, little girl. Get a grip.

You slather some icing over the warm cookie and cautiously hand it towards him, clearing your throat and forcing a smile. Wringing your hands again, you find a little courage to lift your eyes just as he pops the small cookie into his mouth, closing his eyes as he chews slowly, a grunt sounding from deep in his throat.

Every muscle in your body clenches at the sound. It’s gorgeous— and if there’s anything your body appreciates, it’s a gorgeous man with a gorgeous grunt.

“It’s okay?” You squeak, timid and small before you nervously clear your throat.

“Shit, girl,” he moans again, licking his lips as he extends his hand again, “I could eat every single one of these.”

Nervous fingers clutch another cookie, adding a dollop of icing before you hand it over to him, eyes drifting up his chest and to his face as he devours the second treat. Your curious eyes watch with a longing. Pretty, thick, dark eyelashes closing again, splashing across smooth, slightly reddened cheeks. A pink tongue darts out of a wet mouth to slip along an inviting— too inviting— bottom lip, and you zero in on it. Chest rising and falling a little harder as you blink, in your own little world as you imagine just how much experience those lips, that tongue has.

There’s a hint of blue suddenly, his eyes no longer closed, now set squarely on you as those sickenly perfect white teeth emerge with another sly smile.

Another wave of embarrassment pushes through your veins, but you can’t look away from him this time. Locked in a heated stare, mind racing, palms sweaty as you watch Andy dip his index finger into the bowl of icing, scooping the sugary mix onto the pad of his digit.

“You like watching me, huh?”

Your mouth parts to answer, but nothing comes out, mouth and throat suddenly dry. He laughs at you, standing there, dumb and nervous, unable to form a coherent sentence as he pushes the tip of his finger into his mouth, sucking the icing from it slowly.

He’s moving, that much your brain can comprehend. Moving around the island, sliding the bowl of icing right to the edge where he dips his finger again, curling it to collect another glob.

Shallow, shaky breaths escape the small part in your lips, your chest and stomach so tight you’re surprised you can breathe at all. As it is, you have to rest your palm against the marble island, just to keep from falling over.

A long arm slips around your waist, nudging you forward— closer— so close that when one of those shallow, little breaths pushes out, your chest, well, your tits, brush against his. You picked a fine day to go without a bra. He drops his free hand to your waist, pushing it underneath your oversized hoodie to feel your skin as he wraps those long fingers around your hip, giving it a squeeze before he cups your chin.

“You have a boyfriend back at that fancy ass school?” He asks, eyes hooded as he tilts your head upward.

A hum vibrates through your chest before there’s a quick shake of your head as he pushes the icing over your bottom lip, smearing the sugary mix along it. He keeps your chin anchored in his hand as he stares down at you through slits, his own mouth dropping open as he coaxes yours.

“No, a smart girl like you doesn’t have time for boys, does she?” He purrs, “You probably haven’t even been touched by a boy.”

A squeak chokes in your throat as he teases you, pushing that finger back and forth, the tip pushing ever so gently into your mouth. He chuckles again, real low, menacing almost as he knows he has you right where he wants you.

“Ya know,” he starts, thumbs stroking your chin and jaw, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you than my finger.” He smiles again, tilting his head, “Can I see?”

You mewl, pitiful and small as emotion pools in your eyes. You’re overwhelmed— nervous and unsure, wanting to be perfect. Womanly— but surely falling flat.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs, sweeping his thumbs underneath your eyes to catch the hot streaks, “Awww, it’s okay.”

Andy pushes in close, his lips brushing yours as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of yours, a low sound thrumming in his throat. He presses his cheek against your face, the soft hair of his beard pushing along your skin, goosebumps popping up all over. Your bodies start to sway in a slow rhythm, side to side, his warm breath washing over you as he smiles.

He pulls away, eyes traveling your face, “You haven’t even been kissed before?” When you don’t answer, he closes his eyes, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, “No? Oh, my sweet girl. That is just,” he groans, eyes twinkling with an emotion you don’t even understand, “You are so perfect— so good.”

His forehead comes to rest on yours, his hands still corralling your face, fingers sticky. His tongue darts out quick, licking at your lips, dragging up to the tip of your nose. You shudder, bleating as the rough velvet passes over your mouth.

Andy moans again, sucking the icing into his mouth and swallows slow, “Yum.”

You’re jittery— clammy, as labored breaths push out of your mouth, a murky fog clouding your brain. Shaky whirs tremble through your chest as you shift on your feet, your panties sticking to your now throbbing pussy. Andy closes the distance between your mouths again, his eyes hooded as he nips at you.

Your eyes flutter, closing instinctively— waiting for the claim. It doesn’t come, not right away, making your eyes pop open, a childish whine squeaking out. You even stomp your foot a little. Twenty years is a long enough wait.

“Kiss me,” you breathe, not wasting a second, “Please, Andy—”

The words are barely out of your mouth before he grabs your lips, inhaling deep. His tongue fucks into your mouth, slipping along the roof before massaging yours, sucking lightly. You go limp against him, trying to keep up with the fervent kiss, but soon just let him take full control.

Andy pushes his hips into yours, pressing his hard cock against you, forcing you to break the kiss, gasping deep. He rests his forehead on yours again, tittering as he bites his bottom lip, “Never felt that before, huh? Mmmm,” he groans again, “I bet you feel good. So tight and warm— umph, I’m probably not even going to be able to fit my cock all in.”

You shudder at the thought.

He brushes the tip of his nose against yours, “I gotta open you up a bit, don’t I? Hmm? This sweet little cunt needs to get used to being stuffed full.” He turns you in his hands, presses his burly chest into your back, his lips to your ear, “I want you to finish icing these cookies like a good girl, okay? You do as daddy says.”

You don’t move, you can’t really, as you try to comprehend what’s going on. It takes Andy pushing his crotch into your ass, grinding your hips against the island and literally grabbing your wrists, making your hands grab the butter knife and a cookie before your brain catches up. With shaky fingers, you push the knife through the icing and slather it on one of the small, round, golden brown cookies.

“Good girl,” he praises, pecking your cheek, nuzzling into the side of your face, “Daddy wants you to focus.”

He drags his warm palms up your forearms, stroking gently before they fall to your sides. They push up into your hoodie, fingertips glancing across sensitive, untouched skin. Small laughter vibrates through his chest as you jump and gasp, huffing and keening as he explores.

Little kisses are pressed to your temple and side of your face as his hands venture up your sides, curling around your rib cage until he’s grasping your bare tits in both hands, squeezing and kneading— hissing as he grinds his rigidly hard cock into your ass.

You freeze, body going stiff as nimble fingers play with your thick, piqued nipples. Warm lips nip at your neck as you push back into his hips, wiggling slowly, the thin cotton of your shorts not proving to be much of a barrier at all.

Andy reaches around, plucking the cookie out of your hand and pops it into his mouth just as his free hand skips down your stomach— right into your shorts. You jut your hips forward as his fingers plunge through your folds, massaging your clit slowly as he murmurs in your ear.

“That’s what I love about virgins. The slightest little touch gets you all worked up.” He pulls his hand from your shorts, holding it out for you to see your slick coating his fingers— a string connecting from his index finger to the middle. He brings his wet fingers to your lips, steel eyes peering at you as he waits, “Clean ‘em up.”

He slides his free hand back into your sweatshirt, pushing it up over your tits before he tweaks your left nipple, rolling it slow as he pushes the tips of his fingers into your mouth. Sweet, tiny little whines sound from you as you accept his long fingers into your mouth, starting to suck gently, the taste of your arousal exploding on your tongue.

“That’s right, just like that baby.” He reassures, slipping a hand back into your panties.

Your mouth goes slack around his fingers as he toys with you, rubbing your achy clit as your hips start to move with his rhythm. Resting your weight against his sturdy body, you moan loud, pushing out hard breaths, eyes slipping closed, head rolling on his shoulder as his wet fingers slip from your mouth back to your left nipple.

His fingers start to tease your slit, pushing gently, slowly, until… a sharp yelp fills the kitchen as two fingers stuff you full. Andy wraps his arm around your waist, holding you to him, cooing in your ear as he continues to push in, “You’re okay baby. I know, I know sweet girl, we’re almost there. Just a bit more.”

Tears sting your eyes as your face strains from the pressure and pain of being spread for the first time. Once his fingers have disappeared, the heel of his palm pressing against your folds and clit, he pulls your chin towards him and licks at your mouth, sucking air in between his teeth.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sweet pussy,” he kisses you quick and hard, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before he releases you with a loud smack, “I love a virgin cunt. It’s been a while since I’ve had one.”

You squeak when his fingers start to move, slow, deep, a squelch sounding as his fingers push into your muscles. It hurts, but there’s a twinge of good, something inside of you being pleasured once you push past the pain. The sweet taste of pleasure doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as his fingers pick up a brisk pace.

Andy growls in your ear, the sound scratching at the back of his throat, kind of hollow and breathy as he grinds his cock into your ass, “You havent fucked yourself like this before? I didn’t think I’d hurt you this bad with just my fingers, baby.”

A hot, rough wetness slides along your cheek, his tongue, lapping at you. You grab onto his forearm, feeling his muscles tense and flex as he fingers your innocence, digging your nails into the thick Shetland wool sweater covering his torso. He pushes deep, suddenly, making you cry out again.

He grunts, snaking his hand up into your hoodie to take a firm hold of your tit. Resting his forehead to the back of your head, he quickens his fingers, his hot breath on the back of your neck, quick swipes of his tongue and lips against your hypersensitive skin— making the miniscule hairs on your body stand on end.

His palm presses against your clit with each shove of his fingers. Strapping, hard chest flattened to your back, loud, husky moans in your ear. His hips roll and push, writhe into yours as his fingers start to thrash. Teeth sink into your shoulder, his tongue sliding and sweeping.

“Andy—” you cry, whimpering like a child, “It hurts. I— I can’t,”

“Oh, sweetheart.” His fingers slow and then stop, pulling out of you to rub your clit, soothing the balmy flesh. He turns you around in his arms as you cry, lifting you right from your feet, “I’m sorry. Shh, shh, I’m sorry, baby.”

The instant warmth of his mammoth chest and arms soothe the tumultuous pangs of anxiety coursing through you. Nuzzling in, the softness of his beard helps ease your nerves as you wrap two jelly arms around his neck. Andy’s big hands push up and down your back as he murmurs sweet nothings. Stomach tight, heart fluttering, face hot and wet with tears— you’re properly overwhelmed and overstimulated, and Andy could just eat it all up.

“You are so pretty when you cry, you know that? You did so good, baby. You took my fingers so well.”

You huff, disappointed, pushing your face deeper into his neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers, “It’s okay to not be ready.” He sits you back on your feet, pulling and adjusting your sweatshirt back over your chest. He pecks your lips quick before cupping your face in his hands, “It’s gonna make our first time together so much better.”

He pushes in to kiss you again, but stops, just as his lips brush yours. You get up on your tiptoes, wanting to meet his mouth but he’s quick, pulling away and stealing another cookie as he takes a step back.

“Thanks for the cookies, sweetheart.”

And just like that, with a wink and a smile, he’s moving out of the kitchen, the front door slamming behind him.

It might as well be the middle of a Texas summer heatwave in your bedroom. Exasperated, you throw the covers away from your body, skin slick with sweat as you wipe at your forehead. You’ve been like this all day— hot and irritated, stomach and mind jumbled, unable to focus on much of anything but thoughts of depravity. Pissed off at yourself more than anything; that you couldn’t take it all.

You sit up in the dark room, a sliver of moonlight spilling in from behind the thin curtains over your window. Snow flakes float down from the sky, glimmering, basking in the soft, natural light of the moon. Thoughts of Andy return. Reddened, full lips on your face, his soft, velvety, pink tongue forging its own path in the uncharted territory that is your mouth. His hands, big and warm, pinching and grabbing, pushing in deep.

Every muscle in your body clenches; achy cunt squeezing around nothing.

A soft light illuminates from the nightstand, followed by a buzz, a random alert from your twitter. But then, oh but then— Andy’s words come floating back to you. Better yet, let me give you my number. The sleek iphone is in your hand within seconds, fingers sliding over the keyboard, shooting off a text.

You 1:15am

You up?

Andy B. 1:17am

What’s a smart girl like you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?

An influx of air fills your lungs as your heart leaps.

You 1:17am

I can’t sleep…

Andy B. 1:18am

Want me to help with that?

You won’t be getting much sleep tho…

You 1:18am

That’s what I’m hoping…

Andy B. 1:19am

LOL, okay smarty pants, come wait for Santa with me, front door’s open

You’re already halfway down the stairs by the time his invite slides across the screen. You shove your feet into your Ugg boots at the bottom of the staircase and grab your jacket from the coat rack, pushing into it as you throw open the front door. Crossing your arms over your chest, you jog down the steps of the porch and start for Andy’s, an instant chill rattling right down to your bones.

Footprints in the snow follow you as you cross the lawn, a light crunch sounding underneath your feet, adding to the whoosh of a breeze that rips through the sleepy street. Once you’re on Andy’s porch, you reach for the door, pushing through the threshold and closing it softly with a click.

The house is dark, and quiet, a tiny point of light coming from the kitchen and the random ticks of a clock somewhere deep. Your jacket hits the floor, ugg boots thump against the wall as you kick them off, hand slides along the banister as you climb the stairs slow. Wide eyes adjust to the dark as you pad slowly down the long hall, passing by one closed door, and then another until you reach one that’s slightly ajar. Light spills out of it, splashing over your bare toes as you step right up to it, fingertips pushing against the door.

You find Andy propped up against his headboard, chest bare, legs spread— hard, pink cock sticking out of his boxers, gripped tight in his hand. He flips his eyes to yours as he strokes himself slow, pushing his hips into it, groaning at the sight of you.

The air in your body— the room— is sucked right out as you lock eyes. With a blink, your greedy eyes are on the move, down his hair smattered chest and chiseled stomach, over the dark blue boxer briefs, down his meaty thighs and toned calves, right to his curled toes and back up again.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

“I’ve been,” the words out of his mouth come to a halt being replaced by a low grunt as he squeezes his cock, precum dribbling out of his slit, “Shit sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about you all day. Haven’t been able to cum since you left me all worked up.”

You bleat softly, blinking wild and nervous as you watch his hand slide up and down, palm and fingers sweeping over his mushroom head to collect the droplets of his arousal to push it down his shaft.

“Well, come on. Come touch me.”

It’s a good thing your feet aren’t as stupid as your brain, or else you’d still be standing in place. Before you can get your mind to catch up, you're pulling yourself towards the edge of the bed, falling forward, catching yourself with your hands. Crawling between his legs, your tank top hangs low, Andy’s eyes peering down your cleavage before you sit on your knees— hands trembling.

He reaches for you, grabbing your wrist gently, pulling your hand towards his towering cock. Guiding you slow, he wraps your hand around him, his hips jerking soft at the warmth of your palm and pushes your hand down to his base, before dragging it up to the tip. He helps you for a few more strokes, twisting your hand around him, guiding your fingers up over his cock head and then back down, squeezing your hand to apply a gentle pressure.

“That’s right, baby—ah—” he hisses, jutting his hips up into your hand, “Shit.”

You continue to pump him after his hand falls away, relishing in the small noises that sound from him— sending your heart soaring. His hips pulse into your hand, eyes fluttering as more cum bubbles out, slipping and sliding over your fingers. Andy reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, turning it out, covering the room in darkness except for the moon.

He’s beautiful like this. Chest tight and shuddering with each breath, dark eyelashes splayed over fair skin, a chorus of sweet, small little whines and praise pouring from him. A soft pink blush unfurling over his broad chest, creeping up his neck.

“Fuck baby,” breathless and strained, “You’re a fuckin’ pro already. My smart little girl.” You suck your bottom lip into your mouth but still can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners, “Oh, you like that?” Andy smiles lazily, “You like being my smart little girl?”

Hot lips are on yours before you can even form your mouth to answer. Flipped onto your back, strong hips digging into yours, his cock pushing against your covered clit and slit as he kisses you hard. It takes your breath away.

You’d always thought you’d be awkward, stiff and unknowing, once you finally reached this moment— nothing but teeth and elbows and knees in all the wrong places— but, there’s a natural instinct coming into play. You’re lost, but somehow intricately aware. Fingers creep up his biceps and curl around his shoulder blades, digging in as your hips push back into his. Mouth leans into the feverish kisses, tongue sliding with his.

Colossal hands push into your shorts, pushing them down before his feet knock them off the rest of the way. Your top is rucked up, up over your breasts, exposing more brown skin, two soft, jiggling mounds, two piqued nipples soon sucked into a warm, wet mouth. A long middle finger toys with your clit, rubbing circles before more fingers join, slipping through slick and skin as they play.

“Tell me,” hot, whispered words sting in your ear, “Tell me you like being my smart girl.”

Hips dig into yours once more, hard cock pushing against your sensitive nub, then pressing at your opening. You grab the back of his neck, moaning hard and loud as electricity bounces through your veins, “Andy—” you squeak, “I like—”

A sharp cry breaks through the words as Andy pushes hard, spearing you for the very first time. Pressure and pain courses through you, body going tight and stiff as he sinks deeper and deeper, large palms on your cheeks, forehead to yours, warm breaths and ragged, choked grunts washing over your face.

Hard kisses— one, two, three— on your lips as he holds your face, his eyes closed, mouth hanging as he sinks, sinks, sinks until you’ve taken him all. Your head is empty. Devoid of any real, coherent thoughts, unable to focus on any one thing; well, nothing other than the fullness.

“Tell me you like being my smart girl.” Andy rasps, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep himself together. He shifts, hips pulling away from yours, cock dragging out, “Come on baby, tell me you like it.”

Andy pushes his hips, pushes back into you, but real gentle and smooth, knowing you’re teetering— overwhelmed in more ways than one, a feeling that can turn south on a dime. So, he keeps his hands on your face, thumbs rubbing soft circles. He opens his eyes, giving you something to focus on as he moves gently— so, so gently. Keeping you present.

“Use those words, sweet girl. Talk to me.”

Water fills your eyes as you grip, nails biting into the meat of his sides as he fucks you slow and sweet. Heat burns through you, tiny sounds, choked sobs scratch at the back of your throat, but it’s good— feels so good. Your legs push up and around his waist, hands start to snake up his sinewy back, feeling the muscles flex and tighten as he makes you a woman— makes you his.

Safe. Warm. Cocooned between his heavy body and the light mattress. Hips rolling, pushing and pulling. Hot breath over hot skin. Quick, jumbled words, thick and ripe with a heady lust. You like being his smart girl. Gripping fingers, around your face, your wrists, your tits, hips, thighs, ankles— everywhere you could possibly imagine.

Andy flips you over suddenly, his back now pressed into the mattress as you lay on top of him. He positions you right where he wants you— sitting you up straight, positioning your hands against his brawny chest. He encases your waist with those massive hands, squeezing tight before the pads of his fingers drag along your thighs as you wiggle, getting used to the new position.

“Push up— that’s right, sweetheart,” he sighs softly as you follow his direction, “Now sit back down— slowly, baby, go slow.” His head falls back on the pillows as he exhales, a groan trembling through his chest, “God, yeah babe. Good girl. Up and down, up and down.”

Your fingers push through the tuft of soft, dark hair covering his chest as you ride him, lifting and sitting, rolling and bucking as you get a hang of it— catch a feel— your clit rubbing against his taut skin. You feel Andy trying to keep his composure, feel him trying to restrain himself, his hips. Watch his eyes flutter and close as his mouth goes slack again as he pushes up into you, meeting your increasingly greedy thrusts downward.

“I’m your smart girl,” you whisper, heart beating hard and fast in your chest as your confidence grows, “I’ve always wanted to be your smart girl.”

He jams up into you, much harder than anything you’ve felt so far.

A sharp yelp cracks into the silence and he grabs your wrists, runs his hands up your arms, before he cups your face, “Shhh, shhh, shhh, I’m sorry baby. I didn’t know it was gonna sound so sweet,” he laughs, “God, I fucking love hearing you say that.”

He drops a hand back to your chest, grabbing a handful of your tit, toying with your nipple, pinching and pulling. His other hand wraps around your hip again, helping to pull you forward, as he thrusts soft. You don’t move; you just let him fuck up into you, grab his hands and thread your fingers with his as you bounce.

Thrusts get faster; hips hurried, jabbing. Wet rasps fill the room, octaves soaring. You fall forward a little, unclasping his hands to catch yourself against his chest. Andy’s hands are back around your waist and hips as you fuck down onto him, chasing that little, dull ache in the pit of your stomach that grows with each push of his hips.

Andy has two full handfuls of your ass, growling loud, hips faltering— losing control as he forces you down on him. You take each hard thrust, tears spilling down your cheeks, pleasure and pain all wrapped up into one. Sweat and heat crawls along your skin, stomach goes tight, throat dries. You dig your fingers into his chest as your toes curl, whimpering and crying out, choking as the pressure builds.

You tighten— freeze quick, gasp hard as a white hot orgasm floods your veins, like a molten lava, oozing, spreading. Flattening yourself to Andy’s chest, you let him wrap his arms around your back and hold you tight as he fucks you through it. The meat of his thighs slapping against yours, your cunt sounding wet and filthy, squelching and convulsing as you come.

There’s another heat, quick and dense, filling you as Andy’s grunts grow deeper. His grip on your ass tightens as he spurts— your used cunt coaxing long, hot ribbons of white silk from his sensitive, red cock head. He falls out of you, dick wet and hard, pushing through your ass cheeks as his hips still churn out of habit and inherent instinct.

Hands are on your head, fingers wiping at your face and forehead, pushing hair away. You’re embarrassed— not sure why— and nuzzle into his neck, hiding your face as you tuck your hands into your chest protectively. Another laugh sounds from him, vibrates through you, as he kisses your forehead and rubs his bearded cheek against your face.

“You’re a sweet girl,” honeyed, his voice, smooth and sweet, slow drags of his hands up and down your back lulling you, calming you, suddenly nervous, “My sweet, smart little baby. You okay?” you nod, but it isn’t good enough, “Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” You sniffle, eyelashes clumped, cheeks wet, lips swollen and red.

You nuzzle into him more, taking a deep breath as you listen to his heartbeat. Another silence fills the room, Andy’s breaths soon turn deep, slow and rhythmic, his hands and fingers coming to a slow stop but still splayed out over your back. A quick press of your lips against his neck makes him shift, but doesn’t wake him. You press another on his chin before you settle down into him once more, watching as snow starts to fall again.

There’s a Christmas present sitting at the edge of the bed when you wake the next morning, your name scrawled out on the name tag. You tear into it, pulling out a small white box, the name LELO embossed over the top. Eyebrows firmly furrowed, you turn it over in your hand, mouth falling open as you read the description and eye the two twenty karat gold Ben Wa beads.

Andy appears in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand, a smile on his face, “Merry Christmas. Santa came for you, huh?”

“Merry Christmas,” you glance away, “I don’t have anything for you.”

“That’s okay,” he shrugs, “I was a bit presumptuous after our little rendezvous in the kitchen— ordered those from Amazon yesterday.” He pads towards you, leaning down to kiss you quick before he hands you the hot mug, “Are you okay?”

A nervous giggle escapes through your lips, your head falling as you cover your mouth with your hand, “Mmhmm.”

Andy tips your head back upwards, pushing his index finger underneath your chin, smiling again before he kisses you all sweet and soft and slow, making you go all stupid and gooey again.

“What are these for?” You ask after he pulls away a few moments later.

His eyes twinkle in the sunlight as he winks, “Training. Now, lay back and spread your legs for daddy, little one.”

[meltingpotimagines]

Christmas with the Boys

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Tokoyami Fumikage

Warnings: None

A/N: Merry Christmas! 🎄 And Happy Holidays to those who don't celebrate Christmas 🤍

Izuku

constantly watching movies with you

from the classics to the newer movies

his favorites always involve santa claus

something about the magic just makes him really happy

must cuddle when you watch together

it's mandatory

sometimes falls asleep watching them

but that's okay bc he cuddles closer and nuzzles in his sleep and it's the cutest thing ever

playing in the snow would be so much fun

he w i l l make the perfect snowman

also building snow forts?

and then having a snowball fight using said snow forts?

the frozen fingers and toes are absolutely worth it

Katsuki

okay hear me out

baking cookies with katsuki

matching aprons, smearing flour on his nose, sneaking bits of dough when he's not looking

what could be better?

surprisingly really good at wrapping presents

so some of your time together is spent wrapping the presents the two of you got for your friends and family

quiet music and calm vibes

(and fyi he looks really cute when he's focused on wrapping)

the time and effort he takes into wrapping each one

it's a calm, caring side that no one else gets to see

doesn't really like to do a whole lot during the holidays

would begrudgingly agree to do whatever you wanted

but as long as it makes you happy, he doesn't r e a l l y care

Shoto

gifts

yes i fully believe he'd steal endeavor's credit card to buy people presents

and you get the most expensive ones

and a good twenty of them at that

honestly he's still learning how to properly express love so gift giving is one of the easiest ways for him to do so

didn't really have the same experiences as a kid as everyone else, so he wants to try everything

build a gingerbread house? check

make a snow angel? check

string together popcorn and cranberry garland? check

watching him concentrate on stringing them is adorable as heck so have fun falling even harder

Eijiro

loves decorating

so much

and i mean like the classic cheesy decorations

all the lights

reindeer everywhere

blow-up santa claus out front

w i l l pick you up so you can put the topper on the tree

it doesn't even matter how tall you are

he's gonna do it anyway

plays music round the clock

like literally 24/7

in a week you could knew the lyrics to every single song he played by heart

but it's okay because the bright grin on his face as he sings is worth it

Denki

comes up behind you with mistletoe over his head

he's a dumb teenage boy, are you really surprised?

w i l l pull you over to any mistletoe he spots

he'll use any and every excuse to kiss you aksjsks

points at you every single time mariah carey sings "you"

every. single. time.

takes you ice skating

was expecting a cute couple moment like in the movies

instead he landed on his butt

repeatedly

had bruises on his butt for a solid three weeks

pouted every time you laughed at him before bursting out laughing himself

Fumikage

takes you out to look at lights

knows where the houses that always have the best lights are

packed an extra scarf in his pocket in case you got cold

cuddles in front of a fire?

with hot chocolate bc he's That Guy™

and by that i mean a romance novel love interest

tokoyami is practically perfect and i will die on this hill

made sure to grab the fluffiest blanket bc extra comf

also grabbed one of his hoodies for you to wear

this w i l l be the cutest, most cliché moment if he has anything to say about it

[brandonjg227]

10 Best Animated Christmas TV Specials (Redux)

This is a remake of my Top 10 Christmas TV Specials. Animated Christmas TV specials are some of the most beloved forms of holiday entertainment, and these 10 specials are always worth revisiting.

#10) 11 Louds a Leapin’

The Louds are caught up in their usual holiday mayhem, like reindeer trapping, holiday music, presents, even Christmas Puns. Everyone's in the Christmas Spirit except for their neighbor Mr. Grouse who's always a grumpy bear on the holidays. But when Lincoln sleigh ends up in Mr. Grouse's house, he finds out why Christmas always makes him so sour. So Lincoln and his family and friends make a plan to get Mr. Grouse in the Christmas Spirit.

#9) Phineas and Ferb Christmas Vacation

It's Christmas Eve in Danville and Phineas and Ferb are excited to be on winter break. As the boys write letters to Santa, they realize that he is greatly underappreciated in their town. With the help of their friends, they transform their town into a giant thank you card for him. Meanwhile, Perry faces off with Doofenshmirtz who has made a device that will put the entire town on Santa's naughty list.

One thing that's fun about "Phineas And Ferb Christmas Vacation!" is that two versions of the episode exist with one being a bit longer. Not only does the episode capture the warmth of the season, but it's a great showcase of the charm of Phineas and Ferb as a show. The episode also features several original Christmas songs that are sure to get stuck in everybody's heads.

#8) Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire

On the air for an astounding 28 seasons and counting, it is hard to imagine what life was like before The Simpsons. Though Bart and company were first unveiled to the world in short interstitials during Fox’s The Tracy Ullman Show, most of the world remembers their origin as “Simpsons Roasting on an Open Fire.” Their first full length episode aired as a Christmas special — the only one to ever premiere in the 1980s. Its premise is a familiar one — Christmas is threatened because of lack of money, partly due to an unplanned tattoo removal, and it is Homer who has to figure out how to make it all right. Hilarious and heartfelt, this was the perfect introduction to a family who would become a part of our own households, and notable for the addition of Santa’s Little Helper into a brood that would soon become a phenomenon.

#7) Christmas Who? & It’s a Spongebob Christmas

Patchy the Pirate tells the story of Spongebob's very first Christmas. When Sandy tells Spongebob a magical tale of gum drops, toy making elves, flying reindeer, and most importantly Santa Claus. Spongebob becomes captivated by this and immediately tells his friends about the holiday magic. Everyone except Squidward believe this tale and they begin to get ready for Santa Claus's expected arrival. But when Santa's a no show, the last person anyone would expect saves the day.I not really sure what the moral of the story is, but I guess we should treat every Christmas like it was our first.

In Spongebob Squarepants first ever Stop Motion Special, Plankton is tired of always getting a stocking filled with coal, and in his latest scheme to get the Krabby Patty Formula from Santa. He uses fruitcake that layered with an element called Jerktonium, which turns everyone into Bikini Bottom into jerks to make himself look good by comparison. This works on everyone except for Spongebob, who's love for Christmas makes him immune to Jerktonium. While Plankton send a giant dangerous wind-up Spongebob to ruin his good name, Spongebob must find a way to cure everyone in Bikini Bottom before Santa arrives...Don't be a Jerk, especially on Christmas!

#6) Mickey’s Christmas Carol

Playing Scrooge in his own version of the Charles Dickens classic, the beloved, sight-challenged gentleman was not only the earliest cartoon character to do so, but Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol became the first animated made-for-TV special ever. A Christmas Carol soon became a template for any and every cartoon franchise to eventually step into, but the cream of this crop was most definitely Mickey’s Christmas Carol featuring Scrooge McDuck in a role he was literally born to play. Though this short was originally released theatrically to accompany The Rescuers in 1983, it found a home on TV the next year and stayed in heavy rotation thereafter. Scrooge’s transformation from miser to altruist is as captivating as any live-action production of this well-known tale, and with all our favorite Disney characters rounding out the cast in parts both large and small, it is no wonder this version is the fairest of them all.

#5) A Charlie Brown Christmas

Charlie Brown might be a character always down in the dumps, but even he can't help but get swept up in the holiday spirit in the beloved animated classic A Charlie Brown Christmas. Arguably the standout holiday special within a Peanuts canon filled with them, A Charlie Brown Christmas has been a beloved tradition since it first aired in 1965.

It's hard to find a single beat of the special that doesn't work on all levels. From the school Christmas nativity pageant, to the gang dancing to Schroeder's Christmas music, to Charlie Brown's sad little Christmas tree and the gang showing up to save the day, the Peanuts are at their best in this deeply moving and powerful Christmas special.

#4) Dr. Seuss’ How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Though the Grinch himself may represent the absolute antithesis of Christmas, there's no denying that the legacy of How the Grinch Stole Christmas extends far beyond the original special. Remade time and again in movie and musical form, the story of the Grinch is perhaps one of the truest examples of the reason of the season.

While the Grinch spends much of the animated special terrorizing the poor unsuspecting residents of Whoville, it is his unexpected connection with Cindy Lou Who, his astonishment at the sincerity of humanity's faith in the holiday, and his heart growing three sizes in the special's final moments that demonstrate what Christmas truly is all about.

#3) Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town

Yet another classic Christmas animated special owes its very existence to yet another classic Christmas carol. Santa Claus Is Comin' to Town, released by Rankin/Bass in 1970, tells the origin story of the man who would become Santa Claus, Kris Kringle (as performed by Mickey Rooney).

The special, narrated by Fred Astaire, features some of the most iconic and memorable characters in all of Christmas special history, including the Winter Warlock, Burgermeister Meisterburger, and Tanta Kringle and the Kringle family. It also features some truly iconic songs in addition to the titular track, such as "Put One Foot in Front of the Other" and "The First Toymaker to the King."

#2) Frosty The Snowman

One of the many Christmas specials inspired by classic Christmas carols also happens to be one of the very best of them. Frosty the Snowman, released by Rankin/Bass in 1969, tells the story of the familiar old snowman friend and his first visit with the children who created him.

The special complicates the classic tune's tale, introducing a villainous foe in the magician Professor Hinkle, a trip to the North Pole to find Frosty's true habitat, and a heart-wrenching sequence in which Frosty sacrifices himself to save his dear young friend Karen. But by the end, it's clear that Frosty will be back again next year on Christmas Day, just as promised.

#1) Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer

Once again continuing the series of treasured holiday classics inspired by beloved Christmas songs, the timeless Rankin/Bass classic Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is arguably the very best of them all. The 1964 special tells the tale of the adorable holiday underdog Rudolph, as well as his unexpected best friend Hermey the elf who wants to be a dentist.

It also introduces countless other iconic characters to the canon, including all inhabitants of the Island of Misfit Toys, Bumble the Abominable Snowman, and Yukon Cornelius. With a rousing music soundtrack including songs like "Jingle, Jingle, Jingle," "Silver and Gold," and "A Holly Jolly Christmas," the special works on every level imaginable and truly excels in making viewers feel the Christmas spirit.

Well, that’s it for today’s post, thanks for reading! And don’t forget to tell me your favorite comebacks so far and/or if you like any of these specials.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

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BREAKING NEWS:

U.S. Army, 82nd Airborne Division has issued orders today to Sergeant Major S. Claus, recalling him to active duty, on 24 Dec 2021.

Sergeant Major S. Claus, known to use the alias “Saint Nicholas”, “Kris Kringle”, “Father Christmas”, or simply “Santa”, is a reserve Parachutist with 1,743 years of service and well over a Billion Jumps.

He specializes as a tactical operator of the next generation DEC-25B, Cargo Airborne Delivery (CAnDY) Carrier.

The DEC-25B is contractor-modified and fully equipped with Cargo Antlered Navigation Equipment Sensors (CANES).

It has also been retrofitted with eight high-powered, air-cooled Rangifer Tarandus carrot-fed generators.

As a single seat cargo delivery platform, it is capable of vertical delivery of high-value items, take-off and landing without pilot-controlled lighting (PCL).

These unique specifications, coupled with the additional Public Affairs skill sets possessed by SGM Claus, classify the entire deployable package as a low-density, high-demand (LD/HD) asset.

Also recalled, were Pvt1 Dasher and Dancer, Pvt E-2 Prancer and Vixen, Pvt1 Comet and Cupid, PFC3. Donner, and Construction man Blitzen (recently selected for Corporal)

Specialist E-4 Rudolph is also authorized to report for duty; however, he must first successfully complete his physical, which he has failed three times due to a medical condition related to his nose.

Although the above Personnel are on orders for only 24 hours, it is anticipated that they will submit a travel claim for 24,901 miles at .56/mile, using a POV. Suitable Government transportation is not available.

As a Special Airborne Operations Unit-SAO, each member is granted a high level of uniform flexibility, as well as relaxed grooming standards.

Per diem has been modified to include large quantities of hot cocoa and cookies.

Government travel card use has been authorized.

Can Do Sergeant Major

(US Army, 82nd Airborne Div. Ft Bragg, NC)

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Santa Invasion

“What’s this?”

“Ice cream.”

“Well, I can tell that much just by looking, but...”

“To be precise, it is an ice cream cake.”

A gigantic ladybug was sitting on the low table. Its vivid red and dark brown-like black shades were definitely berries and chocolate. The back was decorated with flowers like marguerite. It was adorable. And huge. It was a hemispherical cake that looked like a basket ball cut in half, the name of a store from Dogenzaka printed on its box. It was 7PM. The last customer had left, I was done with the cleaning and all we had left to do was closing the store. It was still the second week of December, so the mayhem of making provisions for winter presents was a few ways ahead, but the number of clients was increasing little by little.

Just what on earth would this beautiful jeweler come up in such times?

Due to a habit of his from whenever he had something that was hard to say aloud and thus failed to speak up, Mr. Richard Ranashinghe de Vulpian had a serious crease forming just slightly between his brows. It made me feel at ease. This guy didn’t make a face like this when he was burdened with something that was actually difficult to say. He would speak more bland and expressionlessly instead.

“This is a little souvenir.”

“Are you going to a customer’s place after this?”

Richard’s reply was a gentle “no” in English.

He’d been often speaking a mix of Japanese and English lately. When English-speaking customers came by, he would switch completely to English as if for practical assessment, so I was desperate just to keep up with listening to them. I was grateful for having him as my English conversation teacher.

“A certain good-for-nothing who works with finances is currently in Japan, so...”

“Ah, Jeffrey-san, is it? He seemed so busy last time... Sorry, forget what I just said.”

“No need. That is a correct interpretation, so it is nothing to apologize about.”

Despite saying this, Richard’s facial expression did not seem even remotely satisfied as he swiftly took an indigo envelope out of his pocket. It had no seal, so it must have been handed over to him. The content was a pop-out card, and under a paper-craft cake colored with gold leaves and uneven printing, it was written in very tasteful Japanese: “I’m going to hold a party at the hotel, so come over. I’ll be waiting.” The date of the party was today and the place was the room of a luxury hotel in Tokyo. A home party? No, a hotel party.

The title was “Richard’s birthday party”. The plate of the pop-up cake didn’t say “Merry Christmas”. It said “Happy Birthday”.

Christmas Eve on the 24th was this beautiful shopkeeper’s birthday.

As I returned the card to him, a crease once again formed between Richard’s brows as he said with an unsparingly decisive tone, “How very embarrassing.”

“Doesn’t seem so much like it from your face.”

“Because I practiced making it. But this is extremely embarrassing. I think it is not something that warrants going through the trouble of arranging a plane ticket.”

“I wonder if anyone else will be going.”

“It seems Chieko will attend. I received an e-mail yesterday saying, ‘I am going to show up as a surprise so please take care of me’.”

“Is that even a surprise? Well, okay.”

Chieko-san was Richard and Jeffrey’s private tutor in the past and I was acquainted with her to some degree. I wondered if Homura-san, who had married her daughter, was also coming. No, not happening. He was a customer of Etranger, so Richard would probably feel abashed if he did so.

“If it goes on like this, the people lying in wait in that room will just gang up into an assembly to celebrate me.”

“What even is ‘ganging up to celebrate’?”

“They are ganging up on me. I likely will not be able to say anything other than ‘thank you very much’. I need reinforcements. If you would like, could you come with me?”

“Me too? That okay?”

“Of course. The party starts at 8PM probably because it coincides with Etranger’s closing hours. That British safe-like man is not narrow-minded enough to leave you out.”

It was written there that the party would begin at 8PM. We had 30 minutes. There was no spare time to make a pudding. What to do? What should I do?

Richard was apparently unable to let my groaning an “ngh, ngh” while deep in thought go unnoticed. “If it is impossible for you, just say so right away. I know that you are at the final stage of studying for your exams.”

“That doesn’t matter. Why didn’t you tell me a bit earlier about this? If I knew, I could’ve made preparations for it... Aah, is that why?”

“It is. I recall saying that you should refrain from being overly distracted.”

“I don’t think a ‘celebration’ is ‘overly distracting’, though.”

“Anything is fine, so please answer. Will you come or not?”

He didn’t have to go as far as asking me something like that.

I bowed in a way that wouldn’t cause any hairs to fall onto the ice cream ladybug. “I shall humbly accompany you.”

“Very well.”

“Sorry, but before that, I gotta go to the toilet for a bit.”

I hastily rushed to Etranger’s restroom and unlocked my phone in a flash. I then tapped on the e-mail app. Of course, the destination could only be one person.

“Help. I’m sorry but I just got informed about the birthday party, so I have no present.”

Jeffrey-san.

The contents of the message were not at all on a level that someone should send to the person they owed their life to, but he would understand.

The reply came in a matter of seconds. As expected, he worked fast.

“Good evening. I have everything, so there’s no problem if you come empty-handed. There will be champagne, canapés, chicken pie and cake, and I plan to have chocolate fondue coming up at the end.”

There was a proud smiley emoji at the end of the text. It seemed this was going to be a big deal.

Richard would probably have work tomorrow, and he wasn’t the type to get wasted or stuff his face with sweets in the middle of the night. It seemed I also wouldn’t have to worry about dinner. It made me feel sorry. This was the same old pattern. This course of eating and seeing good stuff amidst the confusion of the moment made my stomach hurt when I thought better about it.

“Don’t you know anything that Richard wanted?”

The response came after a moment, “My bad, but nothing comes to mind. How about you give him what you want most?”

What I wanted most. I could only think of refill shampoo and new socks. I’d be ashamed of giving things like that to Richard. After all, this was a mixture of birthday and Christmas party—

Just as I was thinking this, a genius inspiration sprouted in my head. It wasn’t the best solution. Not at all. But I felt it could work. This was too obvious, but if only I had the necessary materials for it, I could do it immediately.

Making up my mind, I came out of the restroom, apologized for making Richard wait, and as we rode to the designated address on the jaguar, I had him stop the car in front of a mass retailer for a moment. I told him I wanted to buy refill shampoo for my home. Richard was exasperated, but didn’t have any suspicions in particular.

We arrived at the hotel, got into the elevator, and on the way to the party venue, I made sure to walk a bit behind Richard. Staying out of his sight was essential.

When he opened the door to the suite, sure enough, Jeffrey-san and Chieko-san were waiting inside. Giving off a relaxed atmosphere, a room-service feast even bigger than what I had imagined from the phone call was waiting on the table for the main guest.

“Happy birthday, Richard. Chieko’s here too. Surprised?”

“Of course. Very surprised. Extremely.”

“Hmm, by the looks of it, I guess there was some information leak. Well, that’s okay! Where’s Nakata-kun?”

“What do you mean ‘where’? He’s right here. Seigi... Seigi?”

My eyes locked with Richard’s. I had locked them with Jeffrey-san’s before that. I was grateful that he had done me the favor of not laughing.

I politely shook my head at my boss, who was making a flabbergasted face. “My name is Santa.”

What I had bought at the mass retailer was a handy Santa makeover set. The three-piece set consisted of a hat, a put-on beard and a Santa costume, but I hadn’t had time to change into the costume, so it was folded up in my bag. I intended to borrow the suite’s bathroom to put on the costume. If I at least had my face ready, I could somehow make it work.

Richard was dumbfounded. It was the obvious reaction. But I wanted him to forgive me for this. After all, it was December and today was a party day.

“I’m Santa Claus! I came from the North Pole. Please take care of me for today!” After introducing myself, I thought that maybe this wasn’t an exemplary self-introduction for Santa, but it was already too late.

Jeffrey-san, who completely livened up the mood whenever he got excited, went along with the joke, saying, “Wah, Santa-san, thank you for coming from such a faraway place!”

I was grateful for that one. And that was how I got away with playing the role of a worldwide mascot-like old man character from the Arctic for the day. The ice cream cake brought by the star of the party was a success, and we had a toast with both champagne and royal milk tea. Chieko-san was wearing a kimono, the remade peridot brooch on her chest.

   It had already been more than half a year since then, but to my body, it felt like even longer ago.

My location had moved from Japan to Sri Lanka, as one would expect, and I was busy fully enjoying a spring in which white temple flowers were blooming in Kandy, my new home. But for some reason, Santa was here. A beautiful blond, blue-eyed man slipped in and out of sight, but his outward appearance was that of Santa Claus. It was the kind of Santa costume that you could buy at the costume section of any mass retailer. One of the sad things about unmatched beauty was the fact nobody could actually claim that his natural beauty was ruined by the look. The brilliance of his blue eyes, which looked like they could suck you in, was the same as ever.

“I am Santa Claus. I came from the North Pole.”

“But now’s a hot time of the year.”

“Santa Claus is a symbol of summer in the Southern Hemisphere. I do not think it is particularly strange.”

“T-That might be true. Well, then... what’re you doing?”

“Santa does what Santa does. The tradition of Santa Claus, much like the language of jewels, has a wide variety of legends to it depending on the region, but either way, the role of a saint who grants blessings to little children, women and those in need is a guise commonly demanded in society. And for you, here it is.” Saying this, “Santa” offered me a plastic, loose stone display case that I was all too familiar with. There was a red stone stuck between the cushion and transparent lid. “Can you identify this gemstone?”

“Tourmaline, I guess. Red tourmaline.”

“Good for you. Did you know that it has one more name?”

“Rubellite.”

“Perfect. Large, pinkish-red tourmalines are called by that name, and it is a stone of which huge carved crystals have been loved as works of art, such as the amulet of Empress Dowager Cixi and the Romanov royal treasure, the ‘Strawberry Pendant’.”

As I peeked at the stone inside the case, humming that it was pretty, the beautiful jeweler cleared his throat and started over.

“Just as people’s feelings dwell within beautiful stones, this one is filled with the feeling of celebrating the start of your new life, from your family back in Japan, your friends and your superior at work, with whom you have a relationship other than the aforementioned and that neither of us knows how to define. Santa is wholly thankful for being in the position to bestow you with such a gift. I forgot to say it, but happy birthday. Nakata Seigi-san. I sincerely pray, all the way from my home in the Arctic, that this year will be a fruitful one for you.”

“Thank you. Seriously, thank you for always, Richa...”

“Santa. I am a passing Santa.”

“Then let’s go with that. By the way, if you’re Santa, where are the reindeers?”

When asked this, the man in disguise answered with a cool gaze that the reindeers were using stealth technology nowadays so that they wouldn’t be found by radars, hence they couldn’t be seen. He had it down to the details.

“It’s been about ten years since the last time Santa-san came around. I’ll take good care of this. Santa-san, you take care of your body too. I’ll ask my boss next time I see him about the person who gave you this stone.”

“You should. Well, then.” With a bow, Santa left for a car parked in the courtyard. I probably wasn’t supposed to see him off. I’d feel bad for the stealth reindeers.

The red stone stayed in my hand.

I had told a white lie. It hadn’t been ten years since Santa had last showed up. This was the first time ever since I was born. In my home, there was always someone playing the role of “Santa”, such as Hiromi, Grandma and Nakata-san, so they never tried to tell me nice lies. Nakata-san probably just followed Hiromi’s way of doing things, though. The fact I thought up something like that last December, when Jeffrey asked me what I “wanted most”, might not have been unrelated to this. At any rate, to me, not even once was there any supernatural existence who would leave toys by my bedside if I were a good kid. Until this day.

After a while of standing by the garden, where it was always summer, and listening closely to the cries of birds with my eyes closed, I unlocked my phone. The Wi-Fi range of the house seemed good, and so I could send e-mails immediately. The contents were simple. The destination was my boss, Richard.

“Santa came to my place. But he left so quick that I couldn’t make him tea.”

The reply soon came: “Are you half-asleep?”

If he really thought that I was half-asleep, then maybe I should delay the reply for a few more minutes, I thought, but I didn’t write anything further. The house’s cleaning was half-assed and I had to check the security. I also wanted to know as many of my neighbors as could.

Together with the feeling that I had suddenly been given something I had forgotten, and that I didn’t even know I had forgotten, I put rubellite in the jewelry safe and stepped out into the Sri Lankan provincial city. I had nothing to fear and no hesitation. The ill feeling that I’d be living here alone had disappeared. After all, Santa had come by. Far from elementary school, I was now an adult who had already graduated from university, and it currently wasn’t December but May, where the only anniversary I could think of was my own birthday, yet Santa had come by. Such an impossible thing had happened.

So I could do my best, I thought.

And so, I could be getting ahead of myself, but I began thinking about my plans for this December. Would there be a second chance for Santa to appear? If not, I wanted to make one. I decided to fuss over the outfit a little more and prepare proper gifts this time. Then I’d tell him stories about jewels and try to make him laugh a lot. That, too, was Santa’s duty.

[dis-easedfairy]

Impulsive Decision Pt.9

Male Path | Female Path

Chapter 9 : Just A Normal Day At The Office

Warnings!: Swearing

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au 

Pairings: BTS x Reader / Kim Taehyung x Reader / Kim Seokjin x Reader / Jung Hoseok x Reader / OC x Reader / Park Jimin x Reader / Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

Word Count: 8,349 (roughly 30 minutes of average reading time)

A/N: The boys aren’t in this chapter that much purely so I can develop plot and give background info. So, filler. (the gif is basically a hint to next chapter)

Spending my morning on Jason’s couch wasn’t the plan, but the break was almost too sweet to give up. I sat up, reaching over for my turned-off phone. I could hear muffled talking coming from down the hall. I looked over, seeing Jason holding a laundry basket, his phone pressed between his face and shoulder and he came into the living room.  I grabbed his laptop off the chair just in time for him to sit on the said chair. He dropped the laundry basket on the floor and got a better hold of the phone.  

I reached over to get Jason’s laptop off the coffee table. I opened his laptop and began looking up a few things.  

“Listen, we had a plan for the character model! I understand when you program something, something else can mess up but it’s YOUR JOB to fix it! I’ll extend the deadline but that’s it, good-bye!” Jason hung up with a groan.

“I haven’t even had my damn morning coffee yet and these people are going insane.” He grumbled, beginning to sort through his laundry.

“Yeah, sorry about that, but it needs to happen,” I muttered, still researching.

“So your plan is to what? Get Jill’s help but keep the company anyway? How will that work? I get you ARE the owner, but she now has the upper hand to destroy you…” Jason trailed off, folding a pair of pants.

I scoffed, “She THINKS she can destroy me, but if she helps me avoid punishment and makes her lawyers paint a pretty picture as truth, then she’ll HAVE to run with it. If she turns on me and says it was all a lie and I’m a criminal, then she is too, then she gets nothing either. The only one with us listening to the WHOLE conversation was my nephew and no one will take his word because he still thinks Santa Claus can come through the furnace vents in their modern home. ”

“He’s really are losing his mind oh my God.” He mumbled to himself, trying to seem interested in his laundry.

“I love my sister, I really do, but last night… She showed me that she would sacrifice everything if it meant keeping the company and her status. She doesn’t care what I want and isn’t doing this out of the kindness of her heart. She’s doing it for my spot. She’s doing it because she doesn’t want to be removed from the high pedestal my father put her on.” I argued, shutting the laptop.

“What about the guys? What if your sister gets access to the bunker?” Jason questioned.

“She won’t. It surprised me when she knew about it, but the location, locks, and layout will be foreign to her because she doesn’t have access to those. I’m assuming she only knows because our accountant slipped up. The only one who knows the location is you and I. The locks are designed by me and you barely even got the keys last month. The layout is only known by twelve people, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, RM, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, Seongmi, Linza, Jeonghun, and only you and I REALLY know the layout of the bunker. ”

“I feel as though you being there with them was a bad idea.” Jason shook his head, judgment was written on his face.

I exhaled, leaning back into the couch, “It really was. ”

“Well, If I would’ve known you had so much shit going on I wouldn't have invited you for a night out with Daisuke and me!” Jason threw an article of clothing back into the laundry basket roughly.

“If anything, it’ll get my mind off everything for a few hours,” I stated bitterly.

Jason let out a sigh, almost irritated, “We can’t be teenagers anymore, M/n.” He said, his voice was too serious for my liking.

I rolled my eyes, “Jason, I know. I get so much crap for being uptight. Maybe I should actually live like a 20-year-old CEO.” I smirked.

“Oh God, please no.” Jason made a face, going back to sorting and folding his laundry.

“Yeah, overpriced alcohol and drunk people telling me I’m attractive aren’t really for me.” I chuckled, sitting up to get the laptop again, this time to check my e-mail for work.

I started replying and even turned on my phone.

“Your sister….” Jason began, making me look up.

“…She used to wear really nice things, yes, but she would’ve never done that to her little brother. She loved you too much for that.” He stated sadly, looking at a single shirt like it was able to replay memories.

I frowned, sighing, “It happens to those who are in power enough, Jason. It happened to my brother, then to my older sister. I hope my little sister doesn’t catch that bug. Lord knows my mother is secretly becoming like that as well. I understand it a little bit. There are competitors who want our company forgotten, so we have to protect our image, but for her to ask for my place instead, just…” I trailed off.

“I just hope it’s because she has kids to think about now. My brother just wanted to be on top. Maybe my sister wants it so her kids have an assurance that they’ll have something too.” I reasoned, going back to my e-mail in hopes to end the conversation there.

Jason scoffed, “As if you would ever cast out your nephews. Lord knows you spoil them even if they aren’t yours.” I felt a twinge of pain in my heart.

“I mean what would your father say about your sister getting the company?” Jason prompted.

“…I have that decision for a reason, so let that reason play out.” I muttered, no longer interested in the work I was doing.

We fell into slightly uncomfortable silence.

“Can you take care of the boys and girls? With my dad’s party coming up and setting everything up for the future, I will be busy and my family will expect me to stay by their side. They’ll know something is up if I’m constantly leaving.” I explained, pulling out my phone and turning the screen on.

“Uh sure, I’ll try to work and things from there. Maybe I’ll set up a tent there or something. ” I chuckled at his response.

“Why a tent?” I questioned with a smile.

Jason smiled, letting out a chuckle of his own, “So I can get cellphone service.”

I only shook my head, I was about to open my mouth to speak but the doorbell rang. Jason looked at me puzzled for a bit. I only shrugged, leaning back into the couch. Jason stood and opened the door.

“I have your truffle pizza and 20 hot wings. Your total is 66,000 won.” The delivery man stated quickly.

Jason looked over his shoulder at me with a glare. I only smirked with a shrug. Jason grumbled something under his breath and took his wallet out of his pocket. He swiped his card in the delivery man’s card reader and took the pizza and wings.

“Have a nice day!” The man said, quickly taking his leave.

Jason mumbled something along the lines of, “I won’t while he’s here.” as he closed the door.

Jason turned to look over at me, eerily calm for a few moments.

“…WHO ORDERS A 66,000 WON PIZZA!? THAT’S 50 U.S. DOLLARS! THATS….”

“6,510 yen.” I helped him out.

“EXACTLY!” He exploded.

“58 U.S. dollars to be exact. ALSO, it was actually 50 U.S. dollars, however, it was an extra 4 for 20 wings since it was on sale I figured why not?”

“…4 dollars for 20 wings? Holy shit that’s a good deal.” He muttered, moving his hands to open the container with wings.

He made a face as if to say ‘not bad’, “They are pretty meaty too, what the fuck.”

“The pizza has a lot of truffles. Never had it before.” I shrugged.

“Then why did you order it!?”

“…I feel like ordering you the most expensive pizza I could find last minute was doing someone justice? Like I personally don’t think I’ve ever said that, but I’m sure someone said they would. Figured I’d be petty for them.”

Jason looked at the pizza then at me, “You’re so fucking weird. If this tastes bad then that someone is getting coal for Christmas.”

Jason walked over to place the food down on the coffee table. I happily helped move things out the way and opened the pizza box and Jason decided to go for the wings first.

“What’s the game plan for today?” Jason asked, mouth slightly full as he spoke.

I gave him a look and shook my head as I picked up a slice of pizza, “You know I hate when you do that.”

“Why? No food is going to fly out and you understand me.” Jason said after he swallowed, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal.

“No one wants to see your chewed up food, Jason.”

“Then look at my eyes, not my mouth.” I sighed.

“Stop talking about things that annoy you! What’s the game plan?” Jason pressed, his hand moving to get a slice as well.  

I ended up at the office, but instead of working, as usual, I was only lost in my thoughts.

I thought if I was far away from my problems, it would just solve itself.

I had to deal with Daisuke.

I had to prep for my father’s party.

I‌ had to deal with nine people in my bunker.

I looked over at my sad excuse for a couch setup. A pillow and a fluffy blanket folded over the armrest. I was going to be beyond busy and I‌ need to avoid the boys for a bit to get things sorted out.

I let out a sigh, “How long will I‌ be here?”‌ I‌ asked myself as I made my way to my desk.

I sat down and tried to focus back on writing out what I could have planned for the game and if there would be more.

It suddenly hit me. I launched myself up from my desk and ran out of my office to find my sister. It might have been easier to just make her come to me but the idea suddenly coming to me clouded any other thought as I ran as fast as I could to the broadcasting department.

Once I got there I could see my sister talking to employees and making sure everything was in order for the new animation to be aired.  Some who were talking a small break immediately got to work when I entered.

I proudly went next to my sister and blurted “I‌ can have the game department only.”‌ in an out of breath tone.

Her eyes grew wide, “Excuse me?”‌ She seemed more concerned than confused.

“You have broadcasting, Jae has the toys and shit, Eun will have food and drinks and I’ll have games. We’ll all just decide together!”‌ I couldn’t suppress the excitement in my voice.

Jilly took a quick look around and grabbed my arm to lead me to the hallway.

“What’s going on in that over-active brain, huh?”‌ She asked me while folding her arms.

“We won’t have to fight for the top if we’re ALL‌ at the top. Jieun isn’t old enough yet, so I’m not worried about that side of our company for at LEAST 2 years!‌ Jae has a thing for money but loves the designs we all come up with. You love the bustle of the broadcasting. You are literally our voice, and it’s good that way. I can be in charge of the game department. Any videogames are managed under me and no one will have to come to you about my bullshit because it’s MY bullshit.”

“This isn’t the four kings. This is a company.”

“A‌ company that will work as long as we all stay in our fucking lanes!‌ Jae is too stubborn to evolve with the company. You won’t take too many creative risks that we need. Jieun will crack under the pressure of handling EVERYTHING. I’m too impulsive or too stuck in my head. But if we all work together we’ll check each other. No fights for the top, no one coming to just one of us for decisions on something the other is working on. No pressure to hold the entire company on our backs. We get our zones and stay in them!”‌

Jilly seemed to look down at the floor, letting my words absorb. After a few long moments, she finally spoke.

“I remember sitting down on the living room floor during Dad’s days off. Our sister helping our mom, Jae being pissed off because Dad just wouldn’t give him a win, and you sitting at the table always learning something new.”‌ Something about her words caused a weight to form on my chest.

She let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling, “Our father was a strong man. After his will, I tried so hard to understand why he left the company to you. You were so young when he wrote the will. You were still young when he passed. Our mother got into a few fights with him before he died,”‌ She let out a scoff, “Like she was just TRYING to find a reason to be mad at him. And when you got the company, Jae was so angry at you, at Dad. I want it to stop. All the fighting. ”‌ Her eyes landed back on me.

“I‌ even went after you, and I shouldn’t have. This isn’t a competition. I was so upset that you kept it from me and that you would even find yourself in that situation. But yesterday night it finally hit me on how you might’ve felt. I‌ just know you went in with it being a joke that you thought wouldn’t be too serious, and when it was, you weren’t sure what to do. If you reached out to our brother, you would go to jail. He’s too into old-fashioned justice. If you went to mom, she would hide you, but her mouth was too big. Eunnie is still a child. And I‌ would’ve done what I did yesterday. You HAD‌ to hide it.”‌ Her voice seemed to waver as she went on.

I tried to remain completely silent. I could feel a sting behind my eyes, she was starting to understand what kind of stupid I was. Yet there was always a method to my madness.

“I‌ judged you, and thought of our image rather than thinking of you as my brother. I‌ thought of you as a reckless child rather than an adult who was afraid. Our mother wanted you to be a pushover, someone she could dump her problems on. Our brother wanted to knock you down to get to the top and I‌ made you feel like shit when I was supposed to help you.”‌ Actual tears began to run down her face, “You’re my little brother, not my child, and not a fucking punching bag. I shouldn’t have made you feel so judged for something that was an innocent mistake, I’m so sorry, M/n-ie.”‌

She bit her lip, seeming to take a moment to control her emotions before finally saying, “It’s your call. I’ll help, but please, don’t do anything stupid.”

I left a large weight lift off of me.

My sister wasn’t against me. She could never be.

My eyes watered as I waited, wanting to see if maybe she would change her mind.

Her features softened even more, “Oh, M/n-ie. I won’t take it back, I promise. Come here,” She held her arms out and I immediately went into them.

Pressing my face into her shoulder and wrapping my arms around her. As she embraced me back I could smell the comforting scent of her jasmine perfume that she’s been using since middle school. Her hand went up to pet my hair soothingly.

For a moment it was as it should be. A little brother being comforted by his big sister.

“What are you two doing in the hallway?” We heard.

Before I could pull away Jillian held me closer, “Hugging. Like family.” Her voice was almost cold.

“He’s the owner of a company, you shouldn’t be holding him like that. He’s not a child.”

It made sense who it was now.

“Jaeseok, he’s our little brother. It doesn’t matter if he owns a company or not. He felt under the weather so I’m helping.” Our sister shot back, keeping a firm hold on me.

“He’s an adult. If he has problems he needs to deal with them on his own, Jiann.”

Great now my brother and sister were bickering in the hallway. What made this worse was I couldn’t really say anything, due to my face being in her shoulder.

“Family is supposed to help!”

“Family is to help expand the name.”

My sister let out a frustrated groan. I lightly pushed on her hip and she let me go.

I was met with the sight of my brother. He looked well-kempt yet so unkempt. He had on his usual suit, wrinkle-free, and lint-free. His hair looked like he had run his fingers through it repeatedly, and the dark circles under his eyes were impossible to ignore.

“Jae, when is the last time you slept!?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

Jae scoffed, “We don’t all get day-offs whenever we want. ”

I frowned at his response, of course, he would turn this into a fight, “But you should still take breaks. Your hours should give you plenty of time to sleep.”

Our sister tsked, “Don’t snap at our brother because you’re working overtime.”

“You’re working overtime!? I told you not to!” I exclaimed.

Our brother rolled his eyes, “If I don’t do it then who would?”

I scoffed at his clear delusion. These next few days would be hell.

“Why did you come over here for?” Jiann changed the subject.

“Right, our mother wishes to reserve a large building for our father’s birthday. She also would like to invite some of his family to our childhood home.”

There was silence.

“Well tell her she’s out of her fucking mind. The party happens here. This meant everything to Dad. The party happens here and we go back home for the night. Like always. I don’t care who she invites to the party but no one follows us back to our childhood home. That’s for family only. My sons and husband don’t even join us and neither does your wife, what makes her think they’re invited? No.” Jiann was firm, crossing her arms, just waiting for someone to defy her.

“They’re even lucky to be invited to the party itself. They call us entitled pricks but want to be part of us when it comes to social events.” I muttered.

“Exactly my point. No. They don’t get to come back to our family home. They also don’t get family passes as they are here. They don’t get special treatment.”

Jae seemed to nod thinking it over, “I agree. Having them think they can do as they please won’t be good for our company’s image. Or our family’s image. I’ll let security know of their names and faces. I’ll also brief them on how to properly handle them if they cause a scene.”  

Like I need more problems.

“What will they do if they DO cause a scene?” Jiann asked.

“Well, we can’t have them be loud, they would draw too much attention we’ll just–”

“CEO-nim!” I heard, making us jump a little.

A woman, looking highly professional jogged up to us, holding documents to her chest.

“Yes?”

“We have another problem. Some of the computers in the game development floor have been damaged. I attempted to get ahold of Mr.Katashi but was unable to.”

Oh great, more problems.

My favorite.

I somewhat had everything under control by lunch. Someone had corrupted a few computers. I had to emergency order new ones and help transfer the files over and had the corrupted computers stored away as evidence. I was walking around the programmers, making sure I was there if there were any signs of any glitching computers.

I was pretty sure that whoever was doing this was selecting a special set of computers, the ones with all the character designs and code that took too long to recreate at this point. I made sure to tell Jason to find the best cybersecurity team he could. I needed to guard this project with my life and I wouldn’t let my father’s dream die with me.

I was pacing back in forth between the row of game developers when I was approached.

It was a nice looking man. He seemed small. Not in height, but in the way he presented himself. He was dressed in a simple dress shirt, straightened pants, and tie. His dark hair was covering his forehead and he looked out of place. Afraid to meet my gaze, afraid to catch too much attention. He was holding files and USB drives but looked like if I said “boo” he would drop everything and run.

He must be new.

“Hello, how can I help you?” I asked in the nicest voice I could.

He played a little bit with the edges of the folders before speaking, “I’m with the cybersecurity team… They sent me to…,” He seemed to be stuck or thinking of what to say, “To set up.” His voice sounded like it could be attention-catching if he tried. Not too high-pitched and had a certain roughness to it.

“Ah! Of course! We had computers and space for your set up in the room next to the security room.” I informed, moving to borrow the post-it notes from one of the developers to write down the code to the mostly empty room, “If any of you have any questions or needs, feel free to call my personal number. It’s close to us all ordering lunch so call the front desk if you have any differences in dietary needs.” I handed him the post-it note with a warm smile.

He quickly took the note, gave me a small bow, and rushed off.

Poor dude.

I moved back to my work at hand, making a mental note to visit them later.

A little later into the afternoon I was in my office, trying my best to look over the security footage. It didn’t look like the files were corrupted manually. No one was there in person but it still gave me a strange feeling. This obviously wasn’t just some teenagers just goofing around. I let out a loud groan, knowing this would kill me until I figured out who did it.

I got up out of my seat and gathered the papers I needed to sign off on and approve. I shoved them all into a folder, grabbed a couple of pens, a few stationery items for organization reasons, and headed off to the cybersecurity room.

Upon reaching the room I began to think about how they would all react seeing their boss watch over them as they worked.

Would they feel pressure?

Would I make them uncomfortable?

I decided to just knock on the door. If I made them uncomfortable they could tell me and I would leave.

As soon as my knuckles hit the door it flung open to reveal the guy before. This time his hair was a little ruffled, pushed back to show off his forehead, and his tie pulled loose.

“Good! Saves me the trouble of having to find you, come in!” He gave me a smirk and went back into the room.

Well, that was a turn of a personality.

The room we had set up for them was all set up into cubicles. At first, I was against it but they had large whiteboards on the cubical walls and had their own privacy. The guy before led me to the end and sat down at his new desk, his screen was pulled up to a jumbled mess of codes that hurt my eyes to look at for too long.

“You were definitely about to be hacked. I’m not sure what they did that they ruined it so badly but we can try to trace him in a few moments.” He explained.

“So what's the next step I should take after this?” I questioned, putting my hand on the back of his chair to lean forward and look at the wall of code.

The man seemed to be thrown off by my question. I wasn’t going to be confident if I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing or what this all meant. He was a professional. I saw it best to ask for his opinion.

“Uh…Uhm…W-Well, the next step is to contact the authorities. This is a crime after all.”

“Isn’t tracing them a crime too though?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Eh, not really. If I was hacking into their computer for private information then it would be a crime. Like they tried to do here. But I’m just getting the general idea of their location, its pretty public despite what everyone thinks.”

There was a pause.

“…..So how much can I pay you so we aren't public?”

“Hey, dick, we need to talk.” Jason busted into the once quiet cybersecurity room.

I had taken up an empty cubical that was at the very end facing the other cubicles. I could see the door and only the sides were up. I had papers scattered around in semi-neat piles, my hand starting to cramp from all the signing and notes I’ve made.

The small cybersecurity team almost jumped out of their skin upon Jason’s entrance.

I let out a large sigh, “If it has anything to do with I.P. Addresses, VPNs, or how I’m a fucking idiot, I already got that talk, and I don’t want to hear it.”

Jihun, the man who did a fucking 180 in personality held back a laugh at my irritation.

“Do I look like I know anything about computers? It’s not about that, the police are in your office right now waiting for you. ”

“Police? I requested only one detective?” I looked up from my papers.

Jason let out a sigh, “I tried to tell them that but he insisted that he needed his partner.”

I let out a groan, “Fiiinnnne.”  I stood up reluctantly and shot Jihun a quick, “I’ll be back.”

As soon as we were out the room, Jason shoved me into the wall.

“Ow! What the fuck was that!?” I asked, my voice higher pitched in shock.

“This is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done!” He hissed.

“That’s not true! I’ve done far more idiotic things in my life!” I defended, standing straight in protest.

“You asked for the detective working the kidnapping case to work your hacking case!”

I let out another sigh. I should’ve known he would lose his mind.

“Seung Eunsuk isn’t going to link the two. Relax.” I rolled my eyes.

“And if he does!?”

“Then it’s your fault for being so jumpy. He was pretty opinionated and since he’s newish, he’s going to be fair.” I reasoned as I pressed the elevator button.

“You think that now, but when he has cuffs on you I will be there to say I told you so.” I gave Jason a side-ways glance in judgment.

“…He’s not going to solve THAT problem. You dirty-minded jerk.”

Jason’s eyes widened as I stepped into the elevator, “…You kinky bitch.”

“Detective Seung! I’m glad you can make it.” I announced as I entered the room.

Sure enough, there were two officers in the room. The older officer was the same from last time, only this time he looked more fidgety. Like something was off.

Eunsuk was looking at a paperweight I had on my desk, completely calm. Upon seeing me a small smile lit up his face, “Mr.L/n. Glad to be here.”

I could feel Jason roll his eyes behind me at our teasing remarks, “Please, have a seat. We have a few things to talk about.”

Eunsuk put down the paperweight and patted the older officer’s arm like he was telling him silently to do so as well.

“So, we heard you had a hacking?” Eunsuk questioned, pulling out his notepad and flipping to an empty page.

I made a hum of confirmation as I began to pour them water, “It wasn’t too long ago. They somehow messed up so badly that they corrupted a few of our computers.”

“Any idea where the hack came from?”

“Not yet. Our CyberSecurity team is working on it.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to have a few programmers from the police department to come down and check it out as well.”

“I don’t have a problem with that. Just be sure to ask our teams leader, Jihun about it as well.”

“Jihun? May I have his full name?”

“He just goes by Jihun and doesn’t seem to fond of formal speech.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. May we take the corrupted computers in as evidence? That might help.”

“Jihun had the computers sent to their room. You should be able to get at least one or two from him.”

“Understood. Lastly, do you know anyone who would think to do this? Any enemies recently for  Barnanby Inc? Piss anyone off?”

“Eunsuk.” The older detective’s voice sounded like a warning. Like I was going to rip Eunsuk’s head off for asking such a question.

“Our company is now the third biggest in South Korea. We have many people jealous, but no one has threatened us or made their hatred obvious enough for us to see.”

Eunsuk nodded as he wrote one last thing then closed his notepad, “Alright, I have a feeling the cyber people will point us in the right direction. It’ll help us narrow it down so much more. We’ll keep in touch?”

I nodded extending my hand out to shake his, “We will, Jason will give you my number as well as escort you to our CyberSecurity room. If you should need me or have any questions, don’t hesitate to call!”

Eunsuk happily shook my hand, “We’ll figure this out, M/n. I promise.”

I had worked well through the morning. When lunch had swung around I was planning on putting it off in all honesty. I hoped the lunch break time would be put to me making a serious dent in my work.

I still had several things to go through and about 3 meetings scheduled back to back. I had been neglecting my work for a little too long that it came back to bite my ass. As I was calling an investor things took a turn, however.

“You want the first-ever game my father developed? May I asked why?” I was taken aback on why this would even be asked.

Ever since my father started to company, his game developing had been long forgotten since he wanted my mother to be the spotlight. No other investor or partner has asked about his work. They were more interested in how well we would market the game and how much income would come from it.

“You said that most games would be inspired by your father’s ideas and unfinished projects. I’d like to see what he had in mind.”

“I understand. If you could, may I have a few days to get it to you? They’re all in our family home, I’m just unsure of where.”

“Of course. I’ll give you a week. That will give me enough time to look over what else you have to offer me.”

“Thank you, Sir. I’ll be sure to make sure your time is not being wasted. I hope you have a great week.”

As soon as I hung up I let out a groan.

I had to go through everything in my father’s office. That didn’t seem too hard, however, my mother just gathered almost everything my dad had and just stashed them in his office. An out of sight out of mind tactic that would be my doom.  

As I cussed under my breath I reluctantly grabbed my blazer to pull on like a child who got yelled at his mom for not wearing their jacket outside and made my way to the elevator to go to the parking lot.

I didn’t even know where my father stashed all his games. I just found one of his notebooks with ideas inside of it. Even then I didn’t feel right reading it. Like it was a private thing. Now I had to look through EVERYTHING.

Out of irritation I began to press the parking lot bottom harshly and was jump scared by the doors opening at the lobby.

At the door stood Jason with a cooler bag slung over his shoulder, looking irritated and tired.

“Hey there, Loser. Got any lunch money?” I teased.

Once he looked up he seemed relieved and rushed into the elevator to push a random button to make the door closed. As soon as the door was closed he shoved the bag into my hands with a sigh.

“And this is?” I asked, not fully understanding what was in the bag.

“If it’s body parts, there are better ways to get me to dispose of a body for you,” I added.

He only gave me a tired glare, wordless.

My eyes widened, “IS it body parts!?” I quickly unzipped the bag.

No body parts. Only tupperware with food inside of it.

“It isn’t. That’s disappointing.” I mumbled.

“It’s from the guys. They were worried that you’d skip lunch.” Jason grumbled as he leaned against the wall.

“Oh. Well, that’s nice. I was about to head to grab something then go to my mom's. One less stop.” I smiled, feeling warm inside with the thought of them making my lunch.

“What? Why?”

“I have work still. But an investor asked for my dad’s earliest game, so I have to go through his office to find it. ”

Jason only nodded as the elevator doors opened.

“I’ll be sure to stop by the bunker to talk to the boys.” I promised as I began to exit.

“Good. They ask too many questions. I’ll get a few things off your desk to take to the bunker so you won’t miss work.”

“I appreciate you!” I called as I began to jog to my car.

“YOU BETTER.”

I let out an irritated sigh as my third call to my mom when unanswered. I wasn’t going to play cat and mouse all day because she never liked to be home. So I walked off the porch and to a certain bush to get the spare key.

Once I opened the door I made a b line to my father’s old office and immediately opened a window. The room was almost foggy from the dust in the air. Like an ancient tomb that was too precious to open.

I let out a cough and tried to cover my mouth and nose with the neck of my shirt as I began to search through his desk.

I let out a groan once I realized NOTHING was organized. My mom must have gone through it when he passed and didn’t even consider that anyone would come back in here. I looked around the cluttered room in horror.

Books were thrown about. Papers scattered. Boxes loaded with everything from clothes to old computer parts were placed around the room.

Knowing there was no way around this I began to clean.

Once I had almost everything in its rightful place I still hadn’t found my dad’s games. I figured I wasn’t looking hard enough and began to load everything into my car to look through at the office since I had been there for longer than needed.

I made sure to sit on my office couch as I went through box after box.

It was pretty mundane. It was starting to get really boring until I came across a book. It was a book about animation which was to be expected but a few of the pages had marks in the corner, like quickly scribbled numbers. A few pages were torn out and torn in half.

I frowned as I began to flip through, not really noticing a pattern in the numbers or even knowing what the numbers would be to.

“I HAVE MADE AN ENTRANCE!” A loud booming sound came from my office door.

Out of pure reflex, I chucked the book I was holding at the door.

A loud thud and screech rang through the room as my eyes began to focus on who came through the door.

It was my little sister, cringing away from one side of the door that the book seemingly hit. Her eyes were wide and her mouth parted open in shock.

I let out an almost snort as I held my hands out, “Jieun, my bad! Don’t do that! I get you wanted dramatic effect but holy fuck give me a warning.” I complained.

“Give YOU a warning!? You threw a book at me!” She got out of her shocked position to clench her fists at her sides.

“I thought you were a monster!”

“HOW OLD ARE YOU!?” I giggled at the question.

“Will you forgive me if I eat lunch with you?”

“…It’s 2 pm.” I rolled my eyes.

“All you had to say was ‘no’.” I pouted as I got up to look for the bag Jason gave me earlier that day.

“I dropped by to see how my amazing brother was doing,” I could practically hear the sugar drip from her lips as I began to unpack my food.

“Cut the uwu crap and tell me why you’re really here.” I sighed as I opened the larger container that had rice in it.

She let out a groan and stomped over to plop herself on the couch across from me, “Mom didn’t like that you guys cut Dad’s family out of visiting our childhood home so she’s inviting them to our apartment. One of their brats already occupied my room.”

The irritating thing about this was the fact that our childhood home was already paid for, but my mother refused to live there because it was too much of a reminder to what was. So she insisted to move into a luxury two-bedroom apartment in Gangnam.

I let out a scoff as I poked at the fried chicken that had gone soggy in a container covered in some kind of sauce. Jae was paying for that apartment, yet even HE couldn’t enforce anything, “I bet Jae would love to know that.” I smirked.

“I tried to tell her we don’t want them around us be she went on and on about how we were family and how I should be nice! Can I just please stay with you?” She whined.

I began to think it over as I chewed, “I don’t think you can.”

“Why nooooot!?” I tried not to enjoy her misery.

“I’m not staying at my apartment. So you can stay there, you’ll just be alone and then our siblings will chew me out for leaving a 17 year-old girl alone in an apartment in Gangnam.” I muttered, shoving my face with more food, and then moved to open another container.

“We can just keep a secret!”

“I doubt that.”

“C’monnn! Pleasseee!”

“How about this, you go ask Jilly and Jae about staying with them, if they both say no, then you can have the keys by tonight.” I bargained.

She lit up, “Seriously!?” I nodded, “ILLGOASK!” She nearly yelled and bolted towards the door.

“DON’T RUN TOO FAST OR JILLY WILL SUE MY ASS! I DIDN’T RAISE YOU TO BE AN IDIOT!” I yelled… with my mouth full.

“SORRY! I’LL SPEEDWALK!”

I quickly finished my work to look through old floppy disks and USB drives my father had stocked up. I had told my assistant to push everything back that day.

It was around dinner time when I found a flash drive that caught my attention.

Most of them were files for unfinished games, ideas, and a mess of coding that didn’t make sense to my idiotic brain. But this USB drive had only two folders.

Both were password protected.

Once I clicked on them the command prompt on my computer popped up asking for the password.

I let out a sigh as I entered my mom’s birthday.

Access Denied. The command prompt closed.

I opened and tried my twin sibling’s birthday.

Not it.

I let out a groan and began to enter mine, trying to get it out of the way before I entered Jieun’s birthday which I was SURE was the password if it wasn’t my mother’s.

Upon pressing enter after the last digit of my birthday year the words ‘access granted’ appeared in the command prompt, the small window closed up, and the file opened.

There were 4 documents there.

READ FIRST

LEE ANIMATIONS

GWAN BROADCASTING

AN HAEWON

My fingers itched to click on one of the other files. Two were popular in media. Lee Animations had rebranded to Lee Entertainment a few years back. They hired idols and actors. Their animations were no longer being made by them, they chose to switch to the idol and film business pretty late. Everyone thought they would go bankrupt.

Gwan Broadcasting was a thing before my father even went to America. Years and generations in the company as well as very good dramas and sub-networks under their belt.

An Haewon. The name didn’t even begin to register in my memory.

Against my impulses, I clicked on the ‘READ FIRST’ file.

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M/n

You’re reading this because you snooped in my things… OR I handed you this after you finished college but let's be honest with ourselves the first option is more likely.

I hope by now you’ve grown and I’ve handed the company over to you. So just have a drink with me after this because I have a few things to get off my chest.

I didn’t get this company JUST through hard work. I hope as time goes on you begin to understand the circumstances that led me to make the decisions I made and the actions I took.

I won't ask for forgiveness.

Just understanding.

I’ve made the three other files to explain why these three people, these three companies want to see you suffer. To see us suffer.

Against my instinct to be the father you respect and admire, I tried to explain the truth and not what would make me look good.

The second password-protected folder is of the things they wanted from me. Either wanting them back or wanting to steal away.

I love you. I hope by explaining these things you can learn from them and make better decisions for the company and family.

Whatever you decide, just know I fully support it. I would never be disappointed in you. You’ve been the most hard-working out of all my children. You were quiet but your drive to achieve was always there. Even as I write this you’re at our dining room table studying. I still don’t know what the fuck twelve times nine is and to be completely honest I couldn’t care less.

Take care, Mn-ie.

Your Reckless Asshole Father,

L/N Jaeseong

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I could feel tears trail down my cheeks as I quickly closed the document and raced to click on the one under it.

“M/N!” The sudden sound of my office door flying open again made me jump.

My siblings have arrived.

Jiann was now in front of my desk, arms folded in anger. She looked like my mother ready to rock my shit.

Jaeseok was holding firmly on our younger sister’s arm as she was pouting, looking at the floor.

“Why are you crying?” Jae asked, making my older sister’s face soften.

“It’s over my dick size, what do you all want?” I quickly replied.

My older sister’s face hardened again, all business, “Did you tell our sister that if we both said no to her staying with us that she could stay at your empty apartment!?”

“I did. Jae, don’t hold too tight her skin is sensitive.” I frowned.  

“Exactly, she’s sensitive and you want her in an apartment by herself!?” Jae threw back in my face.

I rolled my eyes, “That apartment is more than secure. It’s not like I live in a crappy apartment give me SOME credit.”

“SHE’S SIXTEEN.”

“She’s going to be seventeen soon. I know that’s not an adult at that age but I was that age when I started taking care of her and started getting ready to take over the company. She’s not a child.”

“Yes! She is! And so were you! Don’t make this a toxic cycle, M/n!” Jiann snapped.

“Don’t be dramatic. It’s not like I have a kid and handed it to her like ‘you’re the mom now’, it’s just a few nights in a secure apartment that she wouldn’t HAVE to stay in if you two got your mother in check. ” My voice was filled with irritation that began to build.

I closed pulled the USB out and put it in my desk as Jiann began her verbal assault, “She’s OUR mother. Just because you helped raise our sister doesn't mean you stop being her son! We’re getting the situation handled.”

“Well until you do, I want my baby sister comfortably living in my apartment.” I snickered as I stood up to try to pry Jaeseok’s hand off of my little sister.

“She can put up with it for a day or two.” Jaeseok growled.

I shoved his hand off and turned Jieun towards the door to leave, “She already did put up with it for a day or two. My sister shouldn’t HAVE to put up with anything uncomfortable in her own fucking home. So I’m taking her to mine since our mother STILL isn’t a considerate enough parent to care about her child rather than fucking leeches. Now if you would excuse me, I’m going to go have dinner with my PERFECTLY CAPABLE sister and then show her where she will be staying. I want you out of my office when I get back and I want the situation handled within 48 hours.” I ordered as I guided Jieun out the office.

“They’re going to get mad at you for talking to them like that.” Jieun warned.

“They’ll have to deal with it. I’m their boss until we split the company. I give orders not sympathy.” I grumbled as I pushed the elevator button.

I had taken Jieun to my apartment. I had ordered us dinner while she unpacked.

The mood was light but had a dark undertone.

It was oddly nostalgic. My sister moving things in my closet to make space for her things because she didn’t feel safe in her own room.

Us alone in the apartment getting our own dinner because we didn’t expect our mom home until the very early hours of the morning.

“I ordered fried chicken. The app said it should be here in a few minutes. I hope that’s okay with you.” I called over as I began to clear off the coffee table.

“Is it yangnyeom?” She called back.

I couldn’t help the smile that came onto my face, “Yes. I even asked for extra sauce because you like the spice.”

“….what about beer?”

I rolled my eyes, “I have some in the fridge you delinquent.”

She let out an excited ‘yay’ and began to put her clothes in my closet in a more excited manner.

“How is school going?”

“Alright, It’s pretty boring though.”

“Boring, how?”

“Well, I only have one true friend and days just repeat themselves.”

“Then join a club.”

“I DID.” I let out a chuckle at her outburst.

She skipped out of the bedroom and bounded over to the fridge, “Who would’ve thought at 16 I would be drinking a beer with my older brother in a penthouse apartment in Gangnam that he’s going to leave me with.” I only shook my head at her.

“Please don’t filter yourself when you tell me how living with mom is REALLY going.” I began as she made her way to the living room with two beers.

“Well, mom is just like she was before. Never rhere. Sometimes she goes out with friends or she just kinda leaves and doesnt say anything.”

“…Does she at least make dinner?”

“Nope. She barely speaks to me unless we’re all gathered together.”

I knew this was going to be a mistake. One that would make my sister and brother furious. My mother would kill me. I knew if my dad were here he would understand at least.

“Okay.” I sighed as I fished in my pocket.

I pulled out the apartment keys and placed them on the table.

My sister looked at them then back at me in confusion, “You can have it. Don’t worry about rent, or money. I’ll handle it. Just please be safe and stick to studying and working hard. The last thing I want is you deciding to fuck off instead of go to school.”

“YOU’RE GIVING ME AN APARTMENT!?” Her eyes twinkled with tears and excitement.

“Yeah, everyone will kill me if they find out so move in slowly. Act like you’re just staying here for a few days. I’ll tell security that you’re staying here now. Just please don’t burn the place down.”

“I would NEVER.” Jieun gasped dramatically.

I gave her a pointed look, “Remember when you tried to be nice to me and make curry and yo–”

“OTHER THAN THAT I WOULD NEVER.”

I only shook my head and reached over for the remote.

Even when I turned on the TV I didn’t focus on it. My mind only wandered to what the following days would be.

After all I left 9 people alone in my bunker with no contact all day. I mean they could wait.

Right?

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13/20/2020 Additions to Reylo Holidays

These fics have been added to the Holiday list located here.

Christmas

A Christmas Hope by CanteculLuiA (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo is a grumpy businessman meant to spend Christmas all alone until he meets a homeless Rey, who might be his good deed for the year.) Five Days by AttackoftheDarkCurses (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey spends winter break at her friend's apartment, it only takes five days for everything to change.) Island Holiday: A Reylo Christmas Story by Rey_KnightofRen (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Violinist Rey Niima is traveling to Hawai‘i to perform in her best friend Finn’s destination wedding the week before Christmas. She’s supposed to be playing a duet with cellist Ben Solo. Although Rey and Ben were rivals back in college, several years have passed since then and Rey discovers that Ben is now a VERY attractive and VERY eligible single dad. She starts to hope that her suitcase isn’t the only thing she’ll be bringing back with her from Hawai‘i…) And a Partridge in a Pear Tree by hearts_0f_kyber (rw_eaden) (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has been getting presents on her desk every day of December. They're wonderful, thoughtful little gifts but there's only one problem: she has no idea who they're from.) I don't want a lot for Christmas by Rebeccaseal (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey helps Ben find presents for his mother and somehow ends up going to Christmas dinner with him as his fake girlfriend. Or at least, it's fake at first.) make my heart a better place by defiersofthestars (AO3 2020  Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is babysitting his niece and she begs him to FaceTime Rey so she can read her a bedtime story. He’s never met her but as soon as the call connects, he’s completely transfixed. He doesn’t tell her when the kid falls asleep because he doesn’t want her to stop reading.) father christmas. by pyroallerdyce (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben's the local mall's Santa Claus this year. Zorii dares Rey to go sit on his knee.) christmas eve. by pyroallerdyce (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is in London on business and is trying to get home for Christmas but his flight keeps getting canceled. He finally gets a seat on one, realizes it's in coach instead of first class, and then finds a beautiful woman sitting in the seat next to him, and he learns her name is Rey.) christmas cookies. by pyroallerdyce (AO3 2020  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben's trying to perfect a Christmas cookie recipe for his bakery to sell, Rey is trying to get people to agree to come to a charity event, and when Ben gets locked out of his apartment, Rey helps him get back inside, and Ben invites her in to try a cookie. Turns out Rey loves his bakery.) It Feels Like Christmas by juniorstarcatcher (AO3 2017  Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: When Rey discovers she’s not the only one staying alone in her dorm during Christmas break, she tries to share the holiday spirit with the intimidating and solitary Ben Solo.) Look No Further Sequel: Change of Plans by thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily) (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After making it through Thanksgiving with his family, Rey and Kylo start to wonder if there might be more to this fake dating thing after all.)

Valentine’s Day

Playing With My Heart by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey are the practical jokes of the group, when one fires a shot the other retaliates. But it all comes to a head when Rey plans a fake Valentine's surprise only to reveal it was a joke & Ben's devastated because he's been in love with her for years.) If I Was A Raindrop (Would You Be My Thunderstorm) by itsnotillegal (AO3 2020  Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has the hots for her coworker/friend Ben and decides to finally do something about it and send him a valentines card. While at the shop choosing a card, she bumps into Ben and is too embarrassed to confess the card is for him and lies about the intended recipient. Ben is in love with Rey and gutted the card is not for him!) Virgins, Valentines & Sex Videos by SavingWhatILove (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey needs to write a paper on Lanford Wilson's "Burn This" play, but has problems with it. She asks Ben, whom she's pining after, for help knowing that he needs help with Math. She doesn't realize what day they set their study date for Valentine's Day. Additionally, when she shows up in his dorm she hears loud sex noises coming from his room. Is Ben having Valentine's Day on his own? How will the study date unfold?) April Fool's

Fool Me Once by KyloTrashForever (AO3 2019  Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: In which Rey is the only one who knows it’s actually a date.)

Halloween

Holy Knot, Batman! by Eskayrobot, Poaxath (AO3 2018  Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey goes to her coworker's Halloween party as part of a Batman villains group. Ben goes to his cowoker/childhood friend's Halloween party as part of a Justice League group. Rey is Ben's secretary. And Ben and Rey obviously do not like each other. They DON'T! )

Thanksgiving

Look No Further by thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily) (AO3 2019  Rated T Complete, 9 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is spending Thanksgiving alone but a late-night Craigslist ad ends up with her agreeing to crash some asshole's family dinner. At the very least, she's curious what kind of people name their son "Kylo Ren" anyway.)