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[dem-obscure-imagines]

Christmas/Holidays/New Year's Eve Masterlist

In the mood for some winter fluff? Look no further than these curated picks from my collection.

General Winter Imagines

Arthur Curry x Reader

Sweater Weather - Fluff

When it gets colder outside, the king of the sea loans you his sweater.

Jack Frost x Reader

Snowflake - Fluff, Soulmate AU

Your soulmark is a snowflake, and thus, winter easily became your favorite season. However, you have a good feeling about winter this year, a tingly feeling that makes your mark glow...

Tired of Gray - Fluff, Soulmate AU

It’s Christmas time and you’re just about sick of your gray, gray world. Luckily, your soulmate is known to visit in the winter.

Christmas/Holiday Imagines

Bernard the Elf x Reader

The Way it Was Before - Alternate Universe, Bernard exists during Escape Clause Plot, Magic!Reader, a light angst, a lot of fluff.

Something is VERY wrong this Christmas, and it seems you’re the only person in the world who remembers the way things were before. Well, almost the only person. It’s up to you and the Head Elf to save the day before Jack’s wish becomes irreversible.

Home for the Holidays - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

When you come home for Christmas, Bernard realizes that you’re the reincarnation of someone very dear to him.

All I Want For Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, Santa’s Daughter!Reader

Being Santa Claus’ daughter, it was only inevitable that you’d catch feelings for his head elf…

Dear Santa… - Fluff, Writer Elf!Reader

The writing department has been especially short on elves this year, and this means you find yourself responsible for writing a whole bunch of letters. Luckily, the head elf has his eye on you.

Druig x Reader

Merry Little Christmas - Fluff, Christmas, GN! Reader

Christmas with the Eternals is a little extra special this year because of a certain mind-controlling telepath…

Prince Eric (Barbie in the Nutcracker)

Real - Fluff, Christmas

After arriving back in your living room, you’re startled to find out that the previous night was real, Mouse King, Nutcracker, and all.

Home - Fluff, Christmas

The locket is supposed to take you home, but in your heart, you know you’re already there.

Steve Harrington x Reader

About Time - Fluff, Soulmate AU, Time Travel

You discover a time-traveling wormhole in your closet and a hot guy from the 80′s on the other side of it.

Steve Rogers x Reader

The Nutcracker - Fluff, Ballerina!Reader

When your winter recital finally comes around, Steve is more than happy to support you.

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Merry Christmas, Darling - Fluff, Christmas, Mutant!Reader, Gender Neutral!Reader

The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Santa Baby - Fluff, Christmas

You use the power of invisibility to put a Santa hat on each of the X-Men. 

New Year's Eve Kisses

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2017 - Steve Harrington, Marty McFly, Edmund Pevensie, Thackery Binx, Wanda Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2020 - Alex Vreeke (Jumanji), Jack Frost, Ben Tennyson, Diaval, Peeta Mellark

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2021 - Bernard the Elf, Bucky Barnes, Diana Prince, Killian Jones, Pietro Maximoff

New Year’s Eve Kisses 2022 - Eddie Munson, Druig, Kili, Neville Longbottom, Peter Pan

[mychemicalimagines]

Jumanji Imagines Open

Just saw the second Jumanji and love it! please send in some requests for it!!

Anthony(Fridge)

Bethany

Spencer

Alex

Martha

[swanimagines]

IMAGINE SAVING ALEX’S LIFE IN JUMANJI, AND LATER HE SAVES YOU FROM VAN PELT.

[x] requested by anon

You had given Alex one of your lives, hoping he could come home too. And now it was paying back, as Van Pelt held a gun on your head, your last life almost fading away in front of your eyes.

“Van Pelt, stop!” you heard Alex exclaim as he ran to the scene, panic evident in his eyes. Van Pelt laughed.

“Well well, isn’t it the Seapilot? Coming to rescue the love of his life?” he grinned at you. “You don’t give me much of choice. This land is mine, and I won’t let you take it away from me. One less of you means that I’ll win.”

Alex was silent for a bit, before he forced Van Pelt to turn to face him. “Take me instead.”

“As you wish.”

“Alex, no!” you exclaimed, stepping forward but Van Pelt pointed you with his gun again.

“Don’t move.”

“Y/N, it’s alright.” Alex reassured you, but before Van Pelt could turn back to him, Alex hit him, knocking him out. You both stared at his body, before Alex quickly stepped forward to lunge to embrace you. “I thought I lost you.”

“You looked up to him, before smirking a bit. “Is it true? What Van Pelt said? Are you-”

“In love with you? Yes. Ever since you saved my life.”

Your lips curved into a small smile. “Funny. I would say the same.”

You giggled at each other for a few seconds, before Alex promptly leaned forward to kiss you.

You didn’t expect that, but it was a welcome surprise. You had loved Alex for a bit now, you could almost say it was love at the first sight. You wrapped your arms around Alex, his hands found themselves on your head and you felt like you were in some corny romance movie, only fireworks were missing.

You broke off when you heard someone clear his throat. “Guys... that’s cute and all but Van Pelt’s goonies are after us. We need you.” Spencer stood there, scratching his neck nervously and you could feel yourself blushing.

“Right. All right. We’ll be there.”

Tags: @captainshazamerica

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Imagine Alex asking about you when the group tell him that it’s 2017 in the real world

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“You’re the kid that disappeared for twenty years.”

“I’ve been in the game for twenty years?” Alex asked in shock. Dread began to fill him as he looked at the others hoping to see a sign, anything, that they were just playing a prank on him. But when all he saw was the pity in their eyes and a deep frown, he began to panic. Leaning against the rocks, he stared at the ground as he tried to process everything. “But I’ve been keeping track of time. I’ve only been here for a few months.”

“I’m sorry Alex,” Spencer said gently. “Time must work differently in Jumanji. It’s 2017 when we were sucked into the game.”

“No, but what about my family?” Shaking his head, he looked back at them his eyes beginning to water. “What about [Name]? Is everyone okay? Did something happen to them while I’ve been stuck here?” 

[type1diabetesinfandom]

Diabetic Alex Vreeke Headcanons: Jumanji

You know what?

Nick Jonas played the guy in Jumanji. Alex.

What if Alex was type 1 diabetic? He got a new body when he entered Jumanji, so he probably wasn't diabetic there.

Which means:

Alex was diabetic, had to live for twenty years as a non-diabetic, and was then thrust back into the whole diabetes shebang

He basically would have had to choose between staying in Jumanji (which, last movie aside, is repeatedly shown to be pretty awful and horribly dangerous) or being diabetic again

Returning to Jumanji must have been a nice break (besides the massive trauma, i'm sure, but that's besides the point) for him again, after having lived with t1d again for what, thirty years?

actually, just think of his conflict. i think it would depend on how well he lived with the disease, if he knew anyone else with it. maybe he wouldn't want to go back.

but on the other hand...he'd already lived in jumanji for twenty years. he could leave everything behind, get a young, healthy body back again

if he was careful with his lives, he'd be practically immortal. we know he didn't age in the game. Alan Parrish did, but Alex didn't. the video game rules are clearly different from the board game.

but then...would it be worth staying in the living Jungle?

But can you imagine his initial joy, once he calms down from the 'i'm stuck in a video game and in a different body' stuff. Like yeah he had to worry about being stuck in a game and never seeing his family again and almost dying all the time, but he finally didn't have to worry about that?

Just some thoughts

For the T1D Awareness Fest Week 1 Prompt: Fantasy

[dem-obscure-imagines]

New Year’s Eve Drabbles 2020

Fandoms: Jumanji, Rise of the Guardians, Ben 10 Alien Force, Maleficent, the Hunger Games

Note: Happy New Year! Here’s to hoping 2021 is a little kinder. I did a set of New Year’s Eve drabbles a few years ago and it was a lot of fun, so here you go! I hope you like them!

Warnings: Hunger Games spoilers

Alex “Seapilot” Vreeke x Reader

Word Count: 0.4k

The idea of a new year, admittedly, made Alex a little nervous. It was only a few months before that you had found your way into Jumanji with your new friends, rescued Alex, and brought him with you to modern day. And the six of you had figured: What better way to celebrate the new year than to have a little party?

So, you’d helped Bethany and Martha get the living room of Bethany’s house ready while Spencer, Fridge, and Alex picked up pizza, snacks, and drinks. You set some party favors out on the table. There were cute glasses proclaiming the new year, noise makers, candy, streamers, balloons, and some confetti.

When the boys got back, you helped set up the kitchen and Alex walked over to you, helping you unload the pizza and breadsticks and garlic knots. You kept catching him glancing at you, but every time you looked at him, he glanced away nervously, chuckling to himself.

“What?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It’s just…I have this irrational fear that when midnight hits, all of this will go away.” He exhaled a long breath. “And I’ll be there all over again.”

“Hey.” You grabbed his arm, grounding him in the moment. “That’s not gonna happen, alright? You’re not going anywhere, and neither are we.”

“You’re stuck with us, Vreeke.” Fridge said, giving Alex a pat on the shoulder. “Nothin’s gonna happen. It’s over. The game is gone.”

“I know, but…It’s just stuck in my head.”

“It’s gonna be okay, alright? I’ll…” you bit your lip, thinking. “I’ll take your mind off of it.”

“Okay,” He nodded. And he didn’t know exactly what you meant, but he trusted you.

So, when 11:59 rolled around, you walked right over to where Alex was standing, his hands shaking, his eyes fixated on the TV screen, and you cupped his cheeks in your hands, turning his face to yours.

“Stay with me. Stay right here with me.” You whispered to him, your eyes focused on his. “No numbers, no countdown, just us. Just you and me.”

“I like the sound of that.” He whispered back, his hands resting on top of yours for a second before sliding down to your waist and tugging you closer.

And so you stayed there, and when the clock struck midnight, your lips met his, soft and sweet and everything he ever dreamed they’d be. When you pulled away, he exhaled a long breath, his eyes sparkling.

“That’s the first time I’ve been kissed in twenty years.” He said softly.

“You want a second one?” You asked.

He didn’t even reply, just pulled you closer and aligned his lips with yours once more.

Jack Frost x Reader

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The relationship you had with Jack was, well, complicated. You were a college student. You’d been friends with Jack for a few years because you were, what he called, the oldest believer. Even long after Santa had stopped bringing you presents, you still believed, and therefore, when Jack had flown past your window one night and your jaw dropped, he decided to loop back around.

The rest was history.

You were at a college party to celebrate the new year, but honestly, you just weren’t feeling it. So, you wandered up the stairs, found an empty bedroom, and opened the window to get some air.

“Oh come on, party girl, tapping out already?” Jack said, floating just outside the window.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood.” He shrugged. “What’s up?”

“New Year’s Eve party.” You told him. “It’s hot down there. And loud.”

Just as you said it, all the people in the lower level of the house started shouting numbers.

“Sounds like it’s almost over, though.” He floated closer and sat on the windowsill. “Hey, uh…” he reached up to scratch the back of his neck, his icy blue eyes landing on yours. “Do you mind if I do something I’ve been wanting to for a really, really long time?”

“What would that be?”

“Well, it’s a surprise.” He tilted his head. “Can you close your eyes?”

And while you knew Jack was a trickster in every meaning of the word, you closed your eyes, waiting in the window, the cold air refreshing on your face and in your lungs. And then, a few moments later, you felt something cold and soft against your lips. You couldn’t help but kiss him back.

Ben Tennyson x Reader

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It was Kevin’s idea to have a little New Year’s Eve party. Of course, it was just the four of you, the team, celebrating. You had been exiled to the back seat with Ben and because you were on patrol, there was no champagne to be had.

Gwen had, however, brought along some plastic wine glasses and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. It was better than nothing, and though you didn’t admit it, you were glad you were with the other three of them. It was better than spending the night alone.

Kevin drove the car out into the middle of the field and parked, tuning the radio to a New Year’s Eve broadcast. It was then that the four of you split into pairs. Kevin wrapped an arm around Gwen and they stepped off away from you and Ben, who stayed closer to the car.

“Want me to top you off?” He asked, holding up the bottle of sparkling juice.

“Sure, thanks.” You held up your glass and he poured more juice into it.

“A new year, huh?”

“Yeah…” You nodded an took a sip. “Weird.”

“Weird.” He agreed. “I have this weird, funny feeling that things are just gonna get weirder from here on out.”

“It always seems to where the four of us are involved.” You chuckled, sitting on the front of Kevin’s car.

Ben joined you.

You motioned to Kevin and Gwen, off in their own little world. “They’re good together, you know?”

“They are.” Ben chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s weird too, but…it’s getting less weird.”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded. You sighed and looked up at the stars. There were so many. So many planets and solar systems and galaxies in the vast, vast universe spread out before you. “It’s gorgeous.”

“It is.” He agreed, but he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

About twenty minutes later, the countdown started. You’d never had feelings for Ben. You didn’t know why. He was cute, he was confident, and yet, you’d never felt anything romantic for him. Well, until tonight. When the countdown got dangerously low, he looked at you and you looked at him and it just…clicked.

So, under the sparkling stars, side by side, you brought in the New Year with Ben Tennyson, his lips interlocked with yours.

Diaval x Reader

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You had to hand it to her, Maleficent threw quite the party. It was the eve of the new year, and to celebrate, Maleficent had called together all of the people of Aurora’s kingdom and all the fae of the Moors.

You were an enchantress from the kingdom, someone who was magical, but unaccustomed to the woods. You were wearing a fine silver gown made of silk and a moonstone circlet around your head. In your hand, you held a goblet of champagne, and as you walked through the forests, which were lit up with the gentle glowing magic of the creatures who inhabited it, you couldn’t help but be amazed by their beauty and grace.

You continued through the Moors and, inevitably, ran into a tall stranger. Quite literally. You found yourself standing right in front of a tall man with dark hair hanging in his face. It took you a moment to recognize him. This was Diaval, Maleficent’s companion and shapeshifter.

“Pardon me, didn’t see you there.” You apologized.

“I blend into the dark, I’m afraid.” He chuckled. It was true, with his dark hair, dressed in all black, he did indeed blend in with the shadows.

“No harm done.” You smiled. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Of the (L/N) house?” He asked, his eyes widening. “You’re the enchantress.”

“I am.” You nodded, smiling softly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said, taking your hand in his and raising it to his lips. “Maleficent has mentioned introducing the two of us, but she’s been…busy, it seems.”

“I can imagine taking care of two kingdoms would be quite the task,” you mused softly. “Well, the pleasure is mine, Diaval. I will admit, your abilities are intriguing to me.”

“Oh. They’re not mine. It’s Maleficent’s magic that granted me this form. Usually, I’m a raven.” He admitted, a sheepish smile finding his face.

“Fascinating.” You said, your eyes alight with awe. “Well, Diaval, what do you say to accompanying me for the evening?”

He slipped his arm through yours, his dark eyes sparkling and a promise written in his smile. “I’d be honored.”

Peeta Mellark x Reader

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Another New Year’s Eve alone with your books. You couldn’t complain, though. It was quiet. It was nice. It was you, the TV, your cat, and the Hunger Games books. Specifically, you were reading the first book, starting the series over again for what felt like the thirtieth time. Your books were very worn, the spines cracked beyond repair. You loved them and everything they stood for.

So, you opened the cover and pulled the bookmark out. You were nearing the end of the games. Peeta was hiding from the careers somewhere while Katniss took care of Rue. And when she died, as she always did, you cried. A few of your tears landed on the page of the book, and when the third tear landed on the paper, you heard a thud in your kitchen.

Looking up, you searched the room for your cat, but you spotted him on the chair across from you, notably, not making a mess in the kitchen. So, slowly, you walked through your apartment until you reached the doorway of the kitchen. You thought maybe one of your barstools had fallen over or something. But no, sitting in the middle of your kitchen, a shocked look on his face and a large gash on his leg, was none other than Peeta Mellark, right down to the District 12 jacket and the Josh Hutcherson face.

“What the fuck.”

“Is this…Where…where am I?”

“In my kitchen. In my apartment. Are you…You’re Peeta Mellark.”

“How did I get here?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head. You looked at his leg, the shock of a fictional character sitting in your kitchen wearing off when you realized he was injured and bleeding pretty badly. “Shit, you’re bleeding! Um, I’ll get a first aid kit. Stay right here.”

You ran to your bathroom and back, carrying your first aid kit. He was lucky you knew your shit. He was also lucky he’d landed there before it got too badly infected.

“What district is this?” He asked, looking around your apartment, still sitting on your tile floor. “Where am I?”

“Peeta, I don’t know how to tell you this.” You sat down and opened your first aid kit, pulling out some ointment and bandages. “This isn’t one of the districts. This is another…world? Reality? I don’t know the terminology, but…”

“What do you mean?”

“Once I patch you up I will try to explain everything, okay?” You applied some hydrogen peroxide to his cut and then put ointment on it, wrapping it up in bandages. “Is that too tight?”

“No, it’s fine. Thank you.” His eyes were grateful, but you could tell he was still shaken up.

You helped him to his feet and he limped to the living room with his arm over your shoulder for support. Once you got him settled in a chair, you walked back out to the kitchen and got him a glass of water and the leftover half of a Subway sandwich that was in your fridge. You were planning on eating it for lunch the next day, but he needed it more than you did.

“You must be starving. Here.”

“Thank you so much.” He said, taking an eager few gups of water. You knew he was definitely dehydrated. “I’m pretty sure this is just some amazing dream.”

“It might be.” You shook your head, chuckling to yourself. “I don’t know how to explain this to you, but, here…” You handed him all three of the Hunger Games books and watched his face as he looked them over, curious but sullen.

“This…this is a joke, right? I’m not…this is…how…?”

“I don’t know either. But, um, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Or as long as you want to. I can’t imagine going back to a place like that. To the games…”

“You’ve read these a lot, huh?” He noticed how beat-up they were and looked up at you. “Why?”

“They give me hope. Things are pretty bad in my country right now, and it gives me hope that even though things are bleak, they can get better.”

“So they do get better?”

“They will, Peeta. It’ll get worse first, but they will get better.”

He smiled a soft but painfilled smile.

Your TV announced that the new year had arrived, and when you looked, it was indeed midnight.

“Happy New Year,” you said quietly.

He nodded and let out a long sigh before repeating, “Happy New Year.”

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Imagine Alex being worried about you when you get taken by Jurgen

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“Milo! Eddie!”

Perking up at the sound of your voice, Alex grew worried as he heard the panic in your voice. As much as he tried not letting him get to him, he couldn’t help but feel distressed every moment he was in Jumanji. His twenty years inside the game affected him greatly and he was worried about getting stuck in the game game especially since the two of you had kids now. So trying not to alarm the others, he slowly made his way outside the cave, making sure to be mindful of his steps and lay low. 

Taken cover behind some fallen trees, he watched as Jurgen’s men took you three captured. Placing a lead on Eddie, one of them tugged at him harshly, forcing him into following him while some tightly grabbed at each of your’s and Milo’s hand, leaving the two to struggle helplessly in their grip. 

As much as it pained him, he could do nothing but watch, knowing that trying to rescue the three of you while being vastly outnumbers would be a suicide mission and you guys couldn’t afford to carelessly wastes lives. Taking a mental note of the direction the men were taking you guys, he quickly made his way back to the cave, knowing that the rest of them needed to come up with a plan in order to rescue you guys and defeat Jurgen. 

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Imagine you and Alex deciding to go back to Jumanji to save Spencer

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

[Name] and Alex were always grateful for Bethany, Spencer, Fridge, and Martha coming into their lives. The two had been stuck inside Jumanji for years, both on their last life and too afraid of venturing forward in case of the worst happening. After escaping, the two always made sure to let the four know that they could come to their home for any reason. That’s why neither one of them was surprised when Bethany showed up on their doorsteps. But what they were surprised about was the anxious expression on her face. 

“Bethany, what’s wrong?” [Name] asked, ushering the girl in and leading her to the living room while also calling Alex.

As the three sat down, the two adults listened as Bethany talked frantically. “We haven’t heard from him in days and when we went to check on him, we found the game. We think he went back in but the game didn’t take me when we touched it. I know you two were stuck in the game for years but I need your help going back in. You two know Jumanji better than me. It’s a lot to ask but please.”

[multifandomsimagine]

Author’s Note: Once the gang saves him, Alex doesn’t go back to his timeline and instead stays with the gang. Otherwise this doesn’t really make sense 😅

Imagine Alex going back to Jumanji to rescue you

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

“He’s up in his room. Just go up the stairs and it’s the second door on the right.”

Thanking Mr. Vreeke with a nod, Bethany hurriedly jogs up the stairs as she rushes to find Alex. Finding his bedroom door, she doesn’t wait to knock. Instead, she just opens the door and walks in to see him seated at his desk reading a book. “Alex, we have a problem!”

Jumping in surprise, he drops his book as he scrambles to face Bethany. Facing her, he knows something bad has happened due to the grim look on her face and her hesitance to meet his gaze. “What happened? Did you guys talk to Spencer? What did [Name] say?”

She shakes her head. “We couldn’t,” she starts. “I know we all agreed to let her talk to him first since she’s his best friend but I don’t think she was able to talk to him.” 

“Why not? What do you mean?”

“When [Name] didn’t text us back, we went to Spencer’s house and his grandpa said he’s been fiddling with some video game.” At the questioning look he gives her, Bethany reluctantly answers his unspoken question. “He fixed the game and we didn’t see the two anywhere.”

“The game sucked them in again,” Alex said in shock. “But where are Fridge? Martha?”

“We were going to get you since you couldn’t come with us earlier and you’re a part of this but Fridge picked up one of the controllers and it glitched. He and Martha were sucked into Jumanji. That’s why I came to find you. We have to go in and rescue them.”

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Imagine being trapped in Jumanji with Alex

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

[Name] let out a disappointed sigh as she made another notch on the tree. Two weeks, that’s how long she and Alex had been stuck in Jumanji. Jumanji was just supposed to be another video game that the two played together so how did they end up inside the game? Shaking her head, as she knew the spiral this thought would take her down, [Name] walked backed to Alex and sat down next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I want to go home.”

Alex grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers together. “I know,” he told her. “We will, [Name]. We’ll find a way out together.”

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Imagine saving Alex’s life and him realizing he’s in love with you

—— Requested by anonymous / Masterlist / Ko-Fi ——— 

The realization hit him out of nowhere and it freaked him out that he could have realized it too late: that he loved [Name]. They had been friends ever since they were little kids with their parents comparing them to being two peas in a pod. [Name] had practically lived in the Vreeke house due to how often she was there either to work on homework together or for their weekly movie nights. But he had taken that closeness for granted, thinking that she would always be by his side. 

Neither of them noticed that they were being followed until it was too late and  Van Pelt’s goons were on them. They had fought most of them off with only two goons left or so they thought. Having been too focused on his fight, Alex didn’t notice the third come out of their hiding place with a gun in hand, ready to shoot Alex.  

Having won her fight, [Name] was the one who noticed the third. “Alex, no!” She cried out, rushing forward and tackling the goon to the ground just as he pulled the trigger. The shot rang clearly through the air with everything seemingly standing to a still. He wasn’t even given a chance to go to her and see if she was okay. After defeating his goon, he turned to see her only for her to disappear in a flash. 

“[Name]?” He said out loud, looking around the jungle for her. Alex could feel the tears beginning to form in his eyes as he realized that [Name] had died. Tears were beginning to fall when a strange ringing sound began to fill the sky. Looking up, he saw a hole appear in the sky before something came through it, hurdling down toward the ground before [Name] was suddenly before him. 

“Alex-” Looking at him in surprise, she was about to say something to him when he cut her off, pulling her into a tight hug as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. After a few minutes, he pulled away slightly, though his hold on her never wavered or slackened. As he looked at her, the realization came to him and Alex knew he couldn’t continue on through Jumanji unless he told her.

“I love you.”

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Imagine Alex saving you after you almost get captured by Russel Van Pelt

——— Masterlist / Ko-Fi ———

There’s no way she could let herself get captured by Van Pelt or his people, [Name] thought as she quickly tried to make her way through the bazaar. She was trying to pick up from supplies when she bumped into one of his henchmen, who in turn tried to capture her and take her to his boss. She only had one life left and she couldn’t let Van Pelt take her last one.

Alas, her luck seemed to run out as one of the henchmen was able to grasp her arm, pulling her to a stop. [Name] immediately began to struggle, trying to pull her arm out of his hold before Van Pelt reached them both. Just when it all seemed hopeless, the man’s griped loosened, having been punched in the face by someone else. “Come on,” [Name]’s mysterious savior told her. “I know where we could hide from them.”