#and candles with some decor because I always have to have that haha

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

HIII YESSY ANGEL! it’s great to see you back and I’m so happy you like the submissions I’ve been sending!! you always make gorgeous aesthetics for us and I wanted to do the same for you and make some aesthetics for your wonderful blog!

and WOW the requests and treats you’ve been making are so fucking beautiful too! you are so creative as well my dear! I will say sometimes I get the inspiration from the singers themselves (for example, rina sawayama has a song called “frankenstein” and that gave me the inspiration for the rina as frankenstein aesthetic, or maggie lindemann cosplaying as frankie stein, or hayley williams having a white streak on her hair like anna, etc)

expect some more aesthetics from me, though idk when because like every october I’m busy getting ALL THE HALLOWEEN DECORATIONS, I bought so many halloween stuff already, bat-shaped mugs, skulls, pumpkins, fake spiders, etc. I never spend money I usually save it, but I swear every october I spend so much money lmfaoooo but hey at least I do it just one month a year 😂

you might wanna check the ghost chibi aesthetic I sent you though because after the quote there’s a “my” and I think it wasn’t there when I sent it, maybe it was accidentally typed when you wrote “my most fav band queen as a ghost” in the tags, it’s ok tho just thought you might wanna edit it! have a wonderful spooky season angel, hope you get ALL THE STUFF this month too 🥰

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i love the pumpkin decor from anura and the skulls from silk cradle !! even though its not even close to halloween,,,(its always in my heart lmao) i was thinking about bishops (+narinder and/or labert, if your up for it) platonically with a child! black cat reader (who is kind of like in the spooky month skid and pump mindset LOL, but the town they grew up in, possibly outside the lands of the old faith, is very halloween-centered)

i hope this isnt too specific !!

Don't worry, Halloween's ALWAYS in my heart haha. I love those decorations too! And the ones from the blood moon ritual. Can't wait for that event again

.........

Heket

With pumpkin patches flourishing in her domain, it only makes sense for her to have celebrations and rituals surrounding the harvest season.

Yet she knows nothing of this "Halloween" you've rambled on about to her followers, nor why you became so excited upon discovering that Anura's environment reflects the autumn season.

That's because the town you're from is centered entirely around the holiday, with you living among ghouls, skeletons, demons, crows, and (of course) other black cats.

To you, every day is Halloween and you're loud and proud about it!

You introduced the idea of jack o'lanterns to Heket when she discovers you carving a pumpkin, sticking a candle inside after you gutted the entire crop, much to her confusion and annoyance.

"You there..why do you waste precious food?" She accuses, but you're completely oblivious to her anger.

"Where I come from, we always carve pumpkins! And we make cool things like this!" You show her your finished product: a Yellow Crown carved onto the face of the pumpkin. "I offer this to you, Lady Heket."

"I see, but...what am I to do with it?"

"You put it outside your home to ward off scary spirits! Like those who wanna wilt the crops!"

She had her doubts about these traditions of yours, but she grows to like this "jack of lantern" and puts it into effect almost immediately.

More followers join in, learning how to carve their own pumpkins and place them outside their homes.

It actually gives the incredibly superstitious and paranoid some comfort that they won't be haunted or plagued by negative spirits/energy.

Heket made a point to allow an overabundance of pumpkin patches during Halloween season so there's enough for both food and carving.

She also discovers people are willing to pay for the best-looking ones, so she allows the elders to run stands by the fields and make some coin.

Ofc, a good chunk of the profits go directly to her.

Shamura

Skull piles and skeletal decorations are commonplace in Silk Cradle, being trophies of wars and intimidating those who dared wander into their domain--grim reminders that it could be their own skull next.

You, however, find them nonthreatening as you've had similar decor back in your little town of Halloween (/ref).

Fake or not, you loved them all the same (plus the cobwebs, even though most are just part of the natural environment) and had to ask Shamura if Halloween was celebrated all year here, too.

Although their brain struggles to recollect things, they have books on holidays and their ancient origins..so they are aware it exists.

But it's not one they ever cared to implement.

Nevertheless, they permit you to decorate your home to your heart's content with whatever skulls and bundles of silk you found--as well as pumpkins shipped from Anura.

They're nicer to you bc you remind them of Narinder back in his youth, fascinated with the spooky and the taboo.

All the giant axe traps and toxic pits scattered throughout Silk Cradle never bothered you, as you've seen them back in the spooky dungeons of your hometown.

Usually the resident bugs would freak out any newcomer shelling in new traditions..but Shamura told them that you, specifically, are not to be harmed under any circumstance and that they allowed this.

You've actually befriended Hauras, sewing them a spidery Halloween cape for them in place of the gray rags they wore.

They wear it with pride to every sermon from there on, not caring who judges.

Kallamar

This bishop's paranoia is a force to be reckoned with.

Even if one hapless follower said the words "red crown" in any context, he'll strike them down for "preaching heresy". He's easily scared of the taboo and misfortune falling into his realm.

So Halloween is definitely the last thing he wants to hear about, especially with its association of black cats (who are in turn associated with bad luck and Narinder).

He keeps trying to shoo you away when you try explaining that's a common myth.

If he sees you using bones and skulls as decorations, he feels sick to his stomach and orders you to take them down.

Those can be used to forge weapons or intimidate potential dissenters! They're not yours to keep!!

Yet you never listen, oblivious to his demands as you try telling him they're harmless.

Would he ever punish you for disobeying with sickness or sacrifice?

No...or at least not at this stage in your life.

That would damage his already-fragile reputation as a leader even further.

But if you grew up into an elder and continued with these "twisted traditions", however, he'd punish you as retribution for the "torment" you've brought upon him.

He just wishes you'd follow his ways and his ways alone.

Fortunately for you, that retribution never comes as he's brought into Lamb's cult during your teen years...with you keeping the Halloween tradition alive and well.

And Kallamar has a more open mind now, although he's still easily spooked by the decor Lamb brings out during the Blood Moon Festival.

The first time he partakes in it, someone pranked him with a fake ear and it traumatized him so bad he cried and hid inside his shelter.

But you comforted him, forgoing the festivities and sharing your candy until he was okay.

You just show him how to carve a jack o'lantern for the remainder of the night, and he's in awe as it glows.

Every year since, Halloween becomes less and less scary for him--and it's all ironically thanks to you.

Leshy

As a young bishop, he's open to ideas for traditions, holidays, etc. for his followers to enjoy.

So when little kitty cat you hailing from a distant land of Halloween propose celebrating it...he's all for it!

The only problem is, well, his sight.

With the Green Crown, he can see the general forms of followers, his siblings, and most structures within Darkwood, but he wouldn't be able to see the tiny details that gave Halloween its magic.

But you explained how you could go for bigger and brighter things. Like jack o'lanterns (made of both pumpkins and turnips) and skulls of giant beasts!

He approves of it and lets you lead in decorating the village nearest to his temple.

Followers initially questioned why they had to listen to a child, of all folks, but they're grateful it's something genuinely fun.

From your town, you've also brought scented candles to really enhance everybody's spooky spirit.

Especially for your Lord Leshy, who finds the smells delightful.

The pumpkin spice ends up becoming his favorite.

You've got him completely fixated on this event.

Plus it's a good opportunity for chaos to reign: with followers pranking one other and scaring each other half to death, dressing up like ghouls and skeletons.

The Bonfire Ritual is one Leshy likes to conduct to boost both his strength and cult morale (he's gotta benefit from all of this somehow too, of course).

Lamb

Not only did Lamb's cult know about Halloween...but they also celebrated it with the Blood Moon Festival.

You fully participated in the ritual every year, rushing outside just in time to see the moon turn blood-red and the sky darken for several days.

The ghosts of deceased followers usually terrified the living, yet you greeted all of them with smiles, waving goodbye as Lamb exorcised them with their book.

Crows, cattle skeletons, and even demons flocked to the cult as well, having been residents of your hometown, too.

And the decorations?????

You were obsessed and jumping for joy, wanting to decorate your little shelter and help everybody else with theirs!

And of course you participated in the many activities going on, including bonfire rituals, apple bobbing, and passing out soul cakes (yep you had a recipe for that from your hometown, too).

One year, Webber showed up and was initially scared since everyone was just staring at them and the spiders scattered around their feet..

But you greeted them warmly, showing them around the cult grounds and what the festival was all about.

Lamb themselves is impressed.

You're only half the age of most of their followers, yet you're active and very responsible (although only if your tasks have anything to do with Halloween).

So as a gift, they bless you with a jack o'lantern necklace. Not only does it light up at night, but its magical properties allowed you to lift up any pumpkin no matter its size with ease!

You vow to carve the biggest jack o'lantern the Old Faith's ever seen.

[csamhp]

Pelipper Mail - Birthday Gifts for Polaris!!!!

A rather large package arrives. opening it reveals a bunch of gifts.

[The first is a rather large cake in a brown box. It. Looks cursed to say the very least.

The icing is menacingly red and clumpy and written on the top in blue is "Happy birth" with the rest of the word smudged off in travel. On top of the cake are the number candles 36. Pink sprinkles have been put atop it to make it look less menacing. Upon slicing and eating the cake you would find it actually was perfectly cooked and mixed, the decoration had just gone awry.

The first proper present is a landyard with a bunch of hisuian pokemon on it, and some keychains and badges already attached to it.

The second is a thick set of pink gloves with purple accents, and a matching pink gas mask, custom made to fit polaris.

The third is a bunch of Pochacco from Sanrio merch. Including a bracelet, a fluffy hat, and a plushie, along with a bunch of trinkets from a familiar arcade.

The fourth is some books, a book of poems, written in ancient Sinnohian, a childrens book about two cyndaquil going on adventures and a book on enamourus.

The fifth is a bunch of johtoian candy and parischu themed beanie with big blue spikes.

And last, is a bunch of letters]

"Happy birthday!!!

We thought we would all send our stuff together to save on shipping, but I think you can guess who sent what!

Sorry the cakes a disaster, we were going for good but ended up with memeably bad. We couldn't find a 27 candle, so congratulations, you're 36 now! I'll let everyone write their peices now (making them change colours to seperate whose who)

I notice you're always loosing your things, I hope the landyard helped. Sprite helped me decorate it. Please take care of yourself. -Beedrill

Helloo proffesorr!!!! Hope you like the glvoes!! I know you're immune to poison but i think they could still be helpful handling the quilfish at the santurary (they ouch) also im purple because Tari "bagsed" blue smh

-Casey (^._.^)

Happy birthday Proffesor Polaris!! I really like sanrio- idk if you do, but you've always reminded me of Pochacco and, everyone else has matching bracelets for the character I've assigned them so I thought it would be cute idk

Much love Tari xoxo

I thought of you when at a bookstore. I also have something else to show you when you're home. I love you Polaris.

Delta.

Finally !! Happy birthday from your son, who loves you very much. I've been looking at games to play when you get back home, 'n a couple have caught my fancy. 'm sorry. for messing things up. But. 'm. I hope I can be better for you.

You're amazing bubs.

-Sprite Crimson Chroma :>"

i dont...know what to say. i had completely forgotten today was my birthday, but you all remembered. i feel very loved. thank you so much. i'm going to write a separate bit for all of you.

first of all, the cake made me laugh. congrats i am now a decade older. oh my. it tasted wonderful, despite its appearance.

Beedrill: The lanyard is lovely and very cute. I've put my keys on them, and as such will never lose them again. It's a very thoughtful gift. The keychains and pins are very sweet as well.

Casey: The gloves are very nice. I was thinking about buying a pair for myself and you beat me to it, so thank you very much. The pink gas mask is also very cool, and I'm sure it'll do me well when we inevitably introduce the stunky line to the sanctuary haha.

Tari: I remember your sanrio critters. You made Delta Kuromi i think. Pochacco is a very cute little character. I think you picked well for me. I'm wearing the bracelet on my lanyard, as I fear it would snap on my working hands. The plushie and the hat are very very soft and nice. And the arcade trinkets are wonderful, they will go straight on the shelf once im home

Delta: I've never seen nor heard of this book of poems. It's incredible Delta. And the cyndaquil book- I had a very similar one growing up. It's gone now of course but- You act like you aren't good at giving gifts but you are very adept. And the Enamorus book is also wonderful. They will give me wonderful things to read on the plane home. And of course a secret other thing. I shouldn't be surprised haha.

Sprite: Hello, my wonderful, loving son. I miss you so much. The beanie is very cute. There is a pachirisu litter who came into the sanctuary. They are named after stars. One of them is very sweet and a bit too comfortable with people. Will you laugh at me if I come home with her? She comes to my window and she makes me smile. I hope I can play video games with you soon.

And for all of you: I love you all so much, and I miss you dearly. I'm trying to come home as soon as I can, but I barely have the energy to get out of bed, let along push my wheelchair without- him. (Beedrill: I promise Bird is being well taken care of. She still sleeps by me and I read her bedtime stories.) I promise I will come home as soon as I am feeling better. I promise. I love you all so so very much.

Oh. and Skie wanted to attach this video for you.

[A video is attached.]

[Watch it?]

[Skie and Bird are walking in front of the camera, Skie seems excited while Bird seems a bit nervous. Skie is holding....what could be considered a cake, with the candles "36" lit up. Bird gently pushes open a door to what must be Polaris' room. The lights are off, and Skie quickly turns the light switch on.

Polaris grumbles from their bed, and Skie snorts, gently ushering Bird over to go properly wake up Polaris. Bird trots over to the bed, gently and shyly nudging at Polaris to get up. They sit up, rubbing their eyes and murmuring something unintelligible to Bird, who gives them a shy smile, and points to Skie.

(Polaris doesn't look well. Their hair is messy and tangled, and there are obvious tear streaks on their face.)

Skie counts to three, and xe and Bird break out in what seems to be a rendition of Happy Birthday in Ancient Sinnohian. Polaris' eyes go wide as they realize what's happening, and a small smile crosses their face. As the song ends, Skie brings the cake over to Polaris' lap, and Polaris lets Bird blow out the candles for them. Skie turns and gives a big grin and thumbs up to the camera.

The video ends.]

[themediummultiverseau]

Sorry I put the question in the wrong place before. What were the ghosts favorite holiday when they were alive?

(pretty sure you put it in the right place before! dont worry haha)

dream - i never really paid much attention to holidays, but there were some people in the village celebrated something they called "Litha," id see them light bonfires and dance, flowers woven into hair or fur, and i just remembered they looked so pretty and like they were actually having fun, but i dared not join in, not after my brothers death...

Dust - New years, i always saw it as a time to improve myself....make a new start and leave it all behind. Of course, that never happened, im such a failure, i could never improve

Killer - i was never raised very religious, but mum was, so i guess Eid ul-Fitr. We always had great sweets and i remember putting up pretty decorations, it always looked pretty and i just remember it being like, so cool

Horror - Christmas, spending time with my family and cooking a huge meal for them all to enjoy? Right up my alley! I always hosted, pretty much every year, and seeing the joy on my siblings face at the food that was so limited dressed up to be a meal fit for a king... It was just perfect!

Nightmare - I was always fond of All Hallows Eve. Once, i dressed myself up to be seen as a demonic spirit to scare some villagers scream, i can still see the look on their faces all these years later, and i could help those who were kind to me when they came to my door for offerings, of course, i couldnt let them know thats what i was doing. I did always enjoyed apple bobbing too... That always upset mother haha, something about it "disgracing our souls," never cared much myself honestly.

Ink - oh, huh? Holidays? uhhh, i dont know... Oh! Guy Fawks - Bonfire Night! I always made the guy to put on the bonfire, and fireworks are pretty too! Great to paint, and pretty simple haha! (Nightmare looks on in horror)

Error - Bah humbug - (Its christmas; he likes spending time with family, even if he doesnt want to admit it)

Geno - oh, i always liked boxing day, christmas was always so hectic, and the next day you got to just sit around and eat leftovers! I liked halloween too, we always went to the graveyard and lit candles for the graves, i always liked doing that.

Cross - ...Would it be silly to say St. George's Day? I grew up on those stories, and wanted to be like him when i grew up, a strong and noble soldier...

Lust - Valentines..... ( he used to give out wild flowers he picked to people on the streets as gifts, but he never found anyone who'd give one back...now he never will.)

Sans - not a ghost, but i think you can guess... (its april fools)

I really wanted to put a variety of holidays in here, but i myself am pagan and brought up in a mostly christian country, so if i messed up with anything, im sorry, it was not my intention - also, i put a bunch of holidays that are only celebrated over here in the uk, i didnt really think about it, and now there here - this au is mostly based on british history, because thats what im familiar with, and most of my historical knowledge is just from my own head, but theyre not really british, they live in some weird world that doesnt really exist so idk, think what you will haha

ii was not sure what i wanted to draw here, and it ended up being nothing - but theres a change i might add some at a later date)

Thank you for your support decadentroadmakerturtle, it means the world! :)

[purplesurveys]

1895

How are you doing today? I think I'm doing okay. I felt terrible heading into the weekend and still feel it lingering to an extent, so I'm trying to recalibrate as much as I can because it's Monday again and I don't want to bring in my personal emotions to my work.

In any case, I'm still up (it's 12:40 AM) because Jin is going to be a torchbearer at the Olympics and he's slated to come on at ~2:30 AM hehe, so I'm using the waiting time as motivation to do some work early. I've already finished one Powerpoint I didn't need to do until Thursday, so I feel great about that!

What is the last song you listened to in a car? A Milli by Lil Wayne. It was on the radio and that particular station has a hip-hop and R&B lineup every Sunday, and they're usually able to kill it with the throwbacks.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? I've never tried that.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Friday.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I haven't, and I would like to.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Just once, and I was around 10. I had a roaming security guard help me back in.

Do you remember your favorite songs as a kid? I was obsessed with Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend because it had profanity in it and 9 year old me used to get a crazy adrenaline rush from saying "motherfucking" whenever no one was there to hear.

Do you currently feel calm? Yes, and it's such a wonderful feeling to have. I wish I can feel calm all the time, haha.

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? Today.

What’s your go to comfort meal? Spicy tuna salad.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? When I'm in the mood for it, which admittedly doesn't come up often. It's calming when I do it, though.

Do you currently have any candles lit? Nopes.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team?

How many cardigans do you own? I have one, which funnily enough has gone missing. I haven't seen it for a few weeks now, come to think of it...

How much is too much for clothes? Idk, it's subjective for me. I don't typically bat an eye at how much luxury clothes can cost because...idk like it's always been that way I guess. But, and this is just one of very many specific examples, if a brand is going for a tattered, grubby aesthetic and sells a worn-out looking shirt for thousands of dollars, that's when I start to kind of make fun of it and the people who buy it.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? We only ever decorate for Christmas, and in our case and because my family is Filipino, we usually have our tree up by early October.

Are there any important things happening this week? We're dropping my dad off at the airport on Friday and it fucking sucks but we gotta do it. 

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? One of my uncles.

What scent was the last soap you used? Just normal soapy soap smell. No added scents to it.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? I was 24 when I bought my phone. Important disclaimer: I did use my dad's credit card to do the initial payment but only because I don't have my own cc lol; but I paid back the amount the same day and paid for the subsequent installments.

What last made you angry? Being talked down to.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Olive green.

What are you usually doing when midnight comes around and you can’t sleep? I just put a video on and put my phone on low brightness and I can be knocked out in like 5-10 minutes.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) Steamed, white. In every meal. Eating in Vietnam was such a struggle because it was so hard to find rice anywhere lol. We ended up getting Jollibee on Grabfood and even that was a challenge + culture shock because they also barely had rice in their menu.

What color is the top you’re wearing? Dark green.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? This afternoon when I was playing card games with my relatives.

What’s your favorite horror movie? The Shining.

What’s your favorite and least favorite fast food restaurant? Favorite is KFC for making the best fried chicken ever. Least favorite, Chowking – I just find their food so blah. Super oily, and their branches are also notoriously gross and poorly maintained. I have yet to see a clean Chowking.

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? One – my photobooth photo with my sister when we were in Saigon.

When did you last sign your signature? Around a month ago for my driver's license renewal.

What cover do you think is better than the original song? This is saying it loosely, but I do tend to listen to BTS' cover of Yoongi's So Far Away more than the original. I just feel like it was made more special when the whole vocal line covered it. That said, I love that Jimin and Tae got to do the song for the live performances since their takes didn't make the cut for the studio version.

Are you currently listening to music? Well, yeah, the last question made me want to look for the vocal line's version of the song haha.

What is something you’ve been working on? Being the best leader I can be for my team.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Earning more money and traveling the world.

How often do you drink smoothies? Never.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? Continued from Sunday. None. tbh. It's very rare for me to get into shows.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Nope.

When did you last rush for something? Last Friday when I left 10 minutes later than I should've.

How many blankets do you own? I think it's around 5.

Have you drank enough water today? Lots and lots of it.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? I've never had pecan, but I'd go with that as I don't like apples.

What color takes up most of your wardrobe? Blacks and whites.

What makes you feel alive? Crying.

Who is your last missed call from? Just my mom.

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? When people only message "hi" and will type their actual request only after you acknowledge. It's one of the most annoying things Ever and I'm having none of it, so I don't reply whenever that happens and just wait for them to either spit it out or never message again.

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? Fruits.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? I'd take the money.

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? Haha, nope.

What video games did you play when you were growing up? Sims 2 is definitely high up on my list. I also played GTA III and San Andreas – did none of the missions; I just really liked the open world concept and spent the whole time driving and following traffic rules, lol. Mario Kart Wii, Super Smash Bros Brawl, and Warioware, too.

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? I seek inputs, not approval – just for other perspectives. Otherwise the choice I make is usually what I want to go for or what I think would be best for me.

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? Neither of those work out for us tbh. The public transport definitely sucks and will suck the soul out of you, but it's no better having your own car because so do 400,000 fucking people. It just sucks having to go anywhere here which is why I'm so grateful to still be WFH.

What was the last cocktail you drank? Ooh I can't remember the name or what was in it, but it was this quirky drink that was topped with some kind of matcha latte or something and it tasted really good!

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? Usually yes, but just to be safe I like to keep my phone nearby so I can track there too.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? It does.

How often do you take a nap during the day? Almost never these days.

What social media platforms do you use? Facebook, Instagram, Twitter.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? Longganisa smells really good but like 97% of time tastes like shit. I can't think of any example for the other way around.

Do you have a dishwasher? Not a thing here.

Who do you live with? Parents, siblings, two dogs and a cat.

Are you listening to anything right now? No.

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? Friends :)

Do you make to-do lists? I do.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Korean.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? I don't think so.

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? Sis, siz, sizt, sissymae, mars, sissymars, mare, mum, ate, mima, mumsh, mumshie, mother, motherhood, sissycakes, marecakes...in the Philippines, you can make any word a pet name lmao. You can also make up words and make them a pet name hahaha.

What pet names do you like to be called? Any of the above is fine, hah.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? Paramore during their After Laughter tour, or Agust D!

Do you have any hobbies? Sure.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Fettuccine.

Have you ever developed your own film? I have not.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Tagaytay, around a month ago.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Beagle and Yorkie.

Do you watch the Super Bowl? Nope.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? Toy Story and Tangled.

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? I've had just one so it wins by default.

What was the last text message you received? I don't know and please don't let me check, it's 100% related to work.

Should you be asleep right now? If so, go to bed! Little bit, yeah. Hahaha it's fine, I think I'll hold out for an hour or two more.

[castlebyersafterdark]

OMG thats so funnny about the NEWS / REFERENCES because i chose a folder called JUST IN hahahhaa which is also like fresh news but nondescript enough? i think the letter 'j' is so forgettable and even i lose that folder in my long list of more interestingly-named bookmarks sometimes hahaha

it actually was from a prn star's name, justin, who was the first one i ever returned to more than once ;) i remember how shocked i was when i realised that wouldnt be his real name hahahha

as for downloading, youre braver than me! although i have always wanted to try that well-made prn youve gotta pay for. one day!

ah the story... a friend made a lame joke about the spotify playlist 'bedrooms jams' by luring their partner to the bedroom for some after hours fun and then it was just decorated with a line of flavoured jams on the windowsill. they said nothing and acted like this was normal sexy decor like strewn rose petals and candles lmao

as for my personal playlist, its called TOO GOOD (aptly named + named after the troye song, because that is THE vibe) thanks for being a good sport!

living room dancing is sooo dreamy, find you a man who is willing to dance and youre golden? have you guys ever gone to a ceilidh or one of those period drama cosplay evening dances? or a swing night? everyone dressed up like back to the future, its incredible!

but dancing it the living room (great maggie rogers song btw) is also beautiful, he sounds so perfect, i can't choose between either of you so its going to have to be a Z and vinny sandwich haha

Ha!! I thought News / References was pretty generic and wouldn't raise any interest - I mean, I don't know who's even getting into my shit for all these probably unnecessary levels of paranoia, it's not like I'm in a shared living situation anymore with a friend or family. Habit. And Z and I literally watch stuff together or send stuff to each other on the regular - but then again, it's not like he's using my laptop and digging into my files, and neither me to him. It's the principle of the thing!! It's outta pocket to keep it easy access, out in the open. Needs to be stashed somewhere haha.

Downloading is a must, I don't want to lose favorites if videos or sites disappear someday! I save so much from the internet in general, digital hoarder. But I have safeguards up for a lot - big time 🏴‍☠️ for movies and TV, video games, etc. Which we pay for, too. But! I have never paid for prn. Even that good, fancy classy stuff there are ways of getting around and finding. Sometimes. Usually a lot of effort but sometimes - worth it heehee.

LOVE the jam story, too funny. That is so my sense of humor, I love that. And TOO GOOD!! Love that as well.

Ahhh, our living room dancing. Not gonna lie, I do feel the need to pinch myself sometimes. He's so classy!! My dear old soul. I don't really feel the draw and appeal of some club or big party much anymore. I just need his record player and the coffee table pushed to the wall with the lights dimmed and only one person looking at me. Growth 💙 Though - your suggestions sound very interesting!! I feel like some sort of themed thing could be cool if I could find something like that, I'm sure it's around. A chill and cool bar we like does disco nights and a lot of karaoke - but swing dancing or some other event would be fun! A middle ground for both of us.

And ending with me metaphorically blushing like crazy. Oh my!! 😳🫣 Genuinely flattering. Giving very "we saw you from across the blog and really dig your vibe" kinda energy hahaha 🥪🥪🥪 😘

[starryseaprincess]

Tinsel, paper dolls, and candy cane?

 thank u sm for the ask!! I always like getting to ramble haha 

selfshipping ask game! if u dont like self ships u might want to skip this <3

also as a warning this pairing is with dan heng from honkai: star rail so if you’re a non-sharing self shipper you should also skip!

Lost and Found (Rei x Dan Heng)

Tinsel - How is your place decorated? 

I think Christmas would be Rei’s favorite holiday, so she probably makes it her duty to decorate the express. I don’t know if they celebrate Christmas, but I know Rei’s planet would have celebrated something similar to it, even if it isn’t specifically called the same name. In her own room, I think she’d put up a second tree? A smaller one for sure, but it’d be one of those plastic trees, maybe one that’s pink with white lights? She would have gold ornaments on her tree and a star on top. I think she’d decorate Dan Heng’s “room” (read: the archives) too, and he doesn’t know how to tell her no, so he lets her.

Then, I think for sure she finds a tree somewhere and puts it up in the main car of the Express, and drags Dan Heng into decorating it with her because he’s taller than her and can reach the higher branches. I think her and the rest of the crew (at least the Trailblazer and March) would make ornaments together to put up on the tree, and they’d put tinsel on it too. Then, above the windows I think they’d hang up garlands and wreaths until the whole car looks so cozy. Probably some magical candles too that never go out.

Paper Dolls - Does your f/o try to make things for you as gifts?

Dan Heng is definitely the kind of person to do that. Honestly, he’s the one who gave Rei her weapon and I like to think he added some ribbons to it just to make it fit her aesthetic a bit more, even if it wasn’t practical, so it tracks he’d make her something else. I can see multiple things so I’ll go over all of them lol.

Dan Heng would want to make her something practical I think, something she could use every day so probably something like a homemade calendar? (Maybe with pictures March 7th has taken during their travels) Maybe a scarf, sweater or blanket that she can use when it gets chilly on the Express or when they’re on a cold planet? Possibly even a calming candle that could help keep her nightmares away? Then, this one isn’t at all practical but she’d use it every night, I can see him making her a homemade plushie with a calming scent again to keep away the nightmares. And of course, with any gift he chose he’d write her a card to go with it.

Candy Cane - your f/o’s favourite seasonal scent?

For sure he likes the scent of pine and pine cones lol

[studestael]

Hello! ❄️

Yes, it's so much fun with srs! I think this is my 4th year actually?? Trying to remember but I think so. Time flies!

Yes, where I'm from we celebrate advent as in the four Sundays leading up to Christmas eve (though the fourth can fall on Christmas eve). So it's tradition to put up some decorations for the first sunday, lights in the form of stars and candelabras in the windows, hyacints, and a candelabra with four candles and you light one each advent. So I did that on Sunday! But yes, advent calendars with 24 doors is also tradition! I'd always get one with chocolate from as early as I could have candy (the cheap kind, but somehow it tastes good just because of the memories), so having a calendar is a must for me! This year I got a really fancy and expensive chocolate one for myself though, cause I felt that I had earned it. But yes, it can be hard to keep up and I also tend to fall behind xD I decided this year that I'm gonna make time for it each day though and have it be a moment of pause and reflection. I found a book with old Christmas stories/texts and decided to also read something from it when I open the calendar.

I get that about not always paying attention to the lyrics! I have many songs I've listened to a million times but still haven't got as far as figuring out the lyrics (many Led Zeppelin songs for instance). English is not my native language either! What is yours, if you don't mind me asking?

What type of instrumental music do you listen to? And what kind of Brazilian?? (I know very little of Brazilian music so please tell me about it!)

The Beatles is one of my favourite bands too! I have some Pink Floyd songs I listen regularly to, but I've been bad at listening to full albums or even a larger variation of their music. Also, what type of jazz do you listen to? I don't listen to it really on my own, but my cousin is a professional drummer who mostly does jazz and I very much enjoy listening to him and his bandmates live!

Well, on my Sunday walk I have a habit of listening to Paramore's After Laughter for the first half of the walk, and I'm pretty sure if was one of those songs... Paramore lyrics tend to resonate with me a lot overall. I think it was the "I don't need no help, I can sabotage me by myself" mantra that made me smile cause I love the self-reflective irony in their lyrics, and I think I thought about some years ago when I felt that song was very descriptive of my life, but not so much anymore (except very much on some days). That whole album is very much what I felt some years ago, really. "You got me tied up / but I stay close to the window" is a line I still hold on to when things feel hard, though. But afterwards I put on their latest, This Is Why, which very much resonates with me at this point in my life (it is funny that way, I always seem to be on the same emotional path as the band, but it's very comforting). The song "Running Out of Time" is the most relatable song I've heard in my life and I feel so seen xD I love all the songs on that album and they're amazing, but I think again it's the irony I relate to the most.

So yes, I almost forgot to answer your question there but Paramore is one of my absolute favourites. London Grammar is probably my second favourite contemporary band. Classical rock favourites are Beatles and Led Zeppelin, and I also like to listen to '60s and '70s music in general. Beach Boys in the summer! For classical/romantic music my absolute favourite is Chopin, followed by Tchaikovsky.

Disregarding lyrics, is there a song or artist/band that you felt came into your life at just the right time?

hello santa!

oh wow you really live the christmas spirit to the max haha that's so cool, it must be very fun!! do you do all this with your family?

i'm french! and you, where are you from? :)

i mainly listen to new orleans jazz, stride, bebop and swing big bands! ooooh nice, what genre of jazz does your cousin play? and about brazilian music, it's mostly samba but i like choro and bossa nova too :) if you're a spotify user, i have a brazilian music playlist if you're curious!! i love listening to samba, it makes me wanna dance and go to the beach ahahah

what are your fav beatles songs?

i must be honest i don't know much about paramore; i don't think it's the kind of music i would like but i can be wrong! yeaayyyy i love the beach boys too!!! and omg chopin and tchaikovsky, i feel you. i love romantic music, you definitely should check out camille saint-saëns if you don't know yet, especially his compositions "aquarium" and "le cygne" :)

mmmmmh that's a very good question, but very hard to answer. i guess the beatles are by far the best music discovery i have ever done, but it was like 15 years ago haha more recently i think it'd be count basie? some of his compositions with his orchestra are very thrilling me, i'm very touched by the noisy brass section ahahah

and not quite the answer you're looking for but i have a special music that, everytime i listen to it, i can't help but see a very precise movie. it's harlem nocturne, the version played by the lounge lizards. i picture everything, the story, the characters, the scenery. if i had time, money and enough talent, my dream would be to direct a music video for this one!! :^)

bye snowflake, see you later!

[dailyjuniarta]

[SEA-Teaching] 2017.01.21 City Tour

We’ve got the news that by Saturday in the first week, we will be taken on do City Tour and we were very excited about it. We heard quite a lot about the places in Cebu and when we asked for a spoiler about where we will be going, Cassey told us we might go to some place in the mountain and the Temple of Leah. When I and Dea (excitingly) search on Google what is this Temple of Leah place, we are amazed and become more excited. Known also as Temple of Love, the place is amazingly beautiful (in Google) so we were really looking forward to going there.

Only later, we didn’t go there, too bad.

There was a landslide in the mountain and they closed the access to Temple of Leah. So. Sad. But well, there is always a reason to comeback and we will still go to do the City Tour. Around 11PM, dressed in our casual clothes we went to the first floor to meet Dr. Rita. She didn’t go with us, neither do Cassey and Jasmine but we were accompanied by other students from the teaching department. Meet with the coolest squad consist of Budz, a big guy who loves Korean drama and know most of the great place in Cebu, Therese, a girl with bright smile who happened to live near a beach, Rika, a nice girl who explains a lot of the Cebu history and Marion, a gentleman majoring in English. Together with the tour guide, we were off to go around the city.

We were given the schedule of our tour and yeah, sadly, Temple of Leah is not there (still can’t move on lol). Dea and I look at each other and whine over the fact that we can’t go there. The guide gave us snacks while we were on the road. The weather was sunny that day and in fact it was too bright. Own, who was sick the day before was as red as a crab. But this kind of weather was nothing compared to Pontianak, my hometown, though.

Our first stop is Basilica del Santo Nino. One thing that piqued my interest since the first time I came to Cebu is the Holy Child figure which I know as Santo Nino later. You can find Santo Nino statues almost in every corner of Cebu. From what the students explain to us, the Basilica was founded in 1565 and is the oldest Roman Catholic Church in the country. When we arrived, we were greeted by people who sold souvenirs. Key chains, shirts, you name it. They sold key chains for 100PHP/5 key chain which is kind of expensive, because later I found a far cheaper souvenir store, haha. Anyway, we proceed to the Magellan cross first. Magellan Cross is in a chapel next to the Basilica Minore del Santo Nino. It was a big cross, and I really loved the painting on the ceiling above the cross. There are a lot of candles surrounding the cross for praying purposes. Once we took some photos there, we went inside the Basilica.

When we crossed the gate, a big field greeted us along with the decoration hanging above us. Must be from the Sinulog festival which takes place the week before. We can see a lot of people gather together, praying, seeking bless from the Santo Nino. We proceed to go inside the church and the interior is amazing. It feels like I was in a European country.

There is a statue of I ‘LOVE’ CEBU in front of Basilica del Santo Nino, right in front of one of the biggest souvenirs shop in Cebu, Island Souvenirs. So, after we strike some pose we are off to go to the next destination.

The rest of the place I have visited is a bit of a blur, but we took a lot of photos there.

Then, after stopping in one or two places, we stopped by a rather small place. It was a house with rather traditional style but it’s pretty neat. It’s only the three of us the exchange students plus the tour guide who were coming to the place. At first I thought it was a restaurant since in the other part of the house there is a place resembles café but it turned out to be a museum! Casa Gorardo museum is the name of the house. We went inside, waiting for the guide to come. Few minutes later, a cheerful looking woman came into the room and introduce herself as the guide of the museum. She took us around, explaining about the history of Cebu first then took us to the Casa Gorordo. Casa Gorordo is actually the house of the first bishop in Cebu. Casa means house in Spanish and Gorordo is the name of the family who lives in it before. The house is a mix of traditional Filipino house and European house. What’s amazing from the house is it was made from blocks of solid coral and the window sill was made from shells.

We went around the house. Everything is taken care inside the house and still in the great condition.

We are a bit too excited taking photo around the house so we should really catch up with the schedule. Traffic in Cebu is pretty tight so we only have one more place to go before going home. It was already 4PM at that time so we rushed to go to the last destination. We were going to the Mactan Shrine where there is a statue of Lapu-Lapu. He was a king once in Cebu.

Before we going back, there is a small food stall outside the Mactan Shrine who sell Tempura, a food made out of fish. I had sore-throat that day but Dea tried. Later, she becomes a fan of Tempura.

Around 7PM we were going back to the school again. It was fun traveling around the city and getting to know the history behind them.

[gremlintiny]

A simple(n't) birthday

~ Everything here is just a work fiction. Every person, place, institution, event and etc. is not a representation of any of the real ones. Written purely for entertainment. ~

Genre: fluff, with bugging ateez members

Warnings: none

Word count: ~2200

A late birthday fanfiction for our Captain, as Christmas draws closer. It will be filled with a little bit of... madness, I might say. Have fun~

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Another day started in the life of ATEEZ, with gloomy and rainy weather - again. It seemed like they haven’t felt the soothing touch of warm sunlight for ages. Which was unfortunately true. The whole world was strict with its nature, not allowing anybody to feel happiness from a sparkle of a random water droplet in the morning or re-noticing the many colours that are there in their daily lives, although it’s difficult to be always aware of them.

The base was full of joy, though. They decorated the rooms one by one with unique, very unique designs as most of the ornaments were made by them. Did the more talented ones do the majority of it? Definitely not. But everybody tried while having fun and brain damage as well to finish the program in time.

The reason behind this squirmy anthill was their captain’s birthday. ‘After all, it only comes once a year, haha!’ said Wooyoung a few days ago, only to receive seven pairs of eyes’ judging gaze in return. It was true, naturally, but the loud male always repeated this same joke every time a special day came.

When he tried to get a different kind of reaction, he ended up getting shushed by Seonghwa and a very menacing looking pile of clothes in his hands. Truth to be told, most members were frightened as well, even if the threat wasn’t directed to them. At least everybody was quick with their parts of this important job. First and foremost, all of these freed souls wanted to scintillate with their performance and gifts because they adored the man who had to accept the suffocating weight on his shoulder. And he also wanted to fulfil this duty, Hongjoong felt like it was his mission and the reason why he had to be born into this world. The others were determined to help him reach his goal, which became theirs immediately or slowly as time passed.

“Whoever made Christmas trees in November” started off Seonghwa deadly but silently, since he didn’t want to wake up the leader either “I will shove a real one into your ass on the 25th of December.”

Two heads already went pale as a laboratory coat. It only meant that the lioness found his targets a little bit too easily, maybe. Was it their recklessness by being high on this hype train, or was it just a lovely yet dumb joke? Or more likely, an attempt for it?

“Hyung, we just wanted to add some more colours to this event, and Yeosang discovered an old magazine with Christmas specials so we thought it would be fun.” Explained San with pouting lips. He used his trump card he likes so much.

Wooyoung nodded along right away, almost falling off the small ladder he was standing on to put up a bunch of luftballons. “Yeah, exactly! There was even a title which said ‘You can not start preparing for the holidays too early! Come and buy our brand’s top products to really add some spice to that smile! Thunder Whiskey - To become Thor for a moment.’ and we were completely stunned by it!” He probably recited every word perfectly with his dialect filled voice. It was strangely always understandable, despite the fact he was literally disgracing almost each of the phrases with the pronunciation.

The sudden flood of information worked out in their favour as the oldest just threw two snowball imitations at them before going back to setting up the table. The hand-made cake was already on the counter, simple candles ready to be lit and the rare liquor on set. Him, Yunho and Wooyoung worked hard on the dessert. Jongho wanted to take part as well, but he was assigned with the obtainment of the alcohol and the others were simply not allowed to go near for the cake’s safety. Only Mika, when it was time to make the cream and to decorate it because he always had something interesting in his mind. Although not all ideas were… well, acceptable.

After bugging and arguing for around an hour, a well known alarm was heard. Hongjoong’s clock was shrieking to wake the captain earlier than any of the others expected. The last pieces were hurriedly tossed into near their right places as they panicked and got ready in no time to be in formation, as Mingi worded it.

As planned, Mika knocked on Hongjoong’s door, asking him if he could come out. Yet, nobody anticipated that the male would tell the younger one to come into his chamber. The victim looked baffled as he answered in a seemingly careless way ‘yeah sure, what is up?’ while opening the door. The remaining ones were left outside, blinking and with question marks over their heads. Worst thing, they couldn’t eavesdrop on them because of the thick door.

Hongjoong was sitting in his bed, his hair still tangled and curly which clearly showed the other man how long the leader had been up. Mika fought the urge to ruffle his hair as he stopped in front of the black haired male, with a questioning expression on his face.

“I would like to ask a favour from you.” He started off, after munching away the last pieces of his probably fading away or already forgotten dream. Mika only lifted his left eyebrow to this short yet kind of weird sentence. What is he planning?

“Look,” Hongjoong continued. “I think I will be assassinated with pranks and surprises over and over again until fucking midnight and you are the most… well, not normal but… the least dramatic out there? This is why I want you to be my bodyguard for this day - please?”

Mika’s brain was almost sure that the person on the bed said ‘pretty please’ based on the look on his face. Those sweet, demanding puppy eyes. But he had to reject this random free gift opportunity since he had messed up the bunker with the members that morning, although Hongjoong didn’t know about it - yet.

“You should flatter me properly if you want me to accept this job” Mika told him. “At least, next time, for sure, because I have already failed your request, sir. Now, if you would brush your shaggy curls to stop Meduse from reviving and come out with me.” Despite the kind tone and the title ‘sir’, even a dull mind could have told that the blue-eyed man used much sarcasm in his voice. So much that even he wasn’t aware of it.

Poor captain took some last peaceful breaths, sighed at Mika with a dying expression and his little bit pouty lips and stepped outside the door. Where a whole whirl of confetti awaited him, thrown by the flabbergasted people out of pure panic and instinct. And a gesturing, scarily staring pair of light eyes behind the jumpscared man.

Hongjoong didn’t even have the time to spit every piece of paper out of his mouth as the others were already pulling him to the kitchen with ear-killing chirping. It looked like a kidnap from the outside, Mika was pretty sure about it. Or like a show-down of a lynch.

The building was thriving with all these reckless noises and voices the whole day. The celebrated one was right, this madness lasted until the next, 24 hours long time period began ticking. There was even a countdown where Hongjoong was under a pile of men - because of a challenge seen in an old funny article - even including the ‘least dramatic’ one and Hongjoong was only freed when the clock hit 00:00.

“See, I told you it was a good idea to make two cakes! One, for us to push his head into it and one to actually eat it. Haha, and he believed that we would spare his life this time, ah, his face was priceless. Ah.” Wooyoung was holding his stomach with an amused, slightly painful countenance on the couch, more like crawling than sitting properly in one place.

“You were right this time, and I will truly never ever forget the expression he made. Even a cat couldn’t do better.” Seonghwa agreed with him while slowly sliding down from the sofa.

“I’m glad we could take some pictures in the middle of this insanity… They turned out quite well, actually. We will print them out later with Jongho. “ Yeosang quietly murmured this to us with his sleepy, low voice.

“Make sure to send all of them to me as well, I will make a compilation soon out of the best ones~” Yunho said lazily, but the end of the speech turned into a laughter when he noticed a stupored shorter male looking at him from a lower head position. It was meant to be frightening but after he had to suffer through us hugging him, yeeting his face into a cake, us dragging him as a voodoo doll, eight people literally toying with him and etcetera, nobody could take it seriously.

San giggled silently next to the dying Wooyoung on the couch with closed eyes. He looked so drunk even though the amount of alcohol was limited and Hongjoong got most of it to be able to handle us that day. The fine man was just probably out of the zoomie time and had to change into energy saving mode.

“Don’t forget to copy every picture several times or some people might destroy the evidence.” This wise advice came from the steadily sitting Jongho who looked the most content out of them. But his longer blinks and sort of baggy eyes said it all, he went crazier than usual as well.

“Ohoh, we can’t let that happen, now can we?” A smile came from the dazzling oldest one although it was rather creepy. He had a mysterious power that awakened primary instincts in people’s hearts when he wanted them to.

“Ya, Yunho-ya, can you make it into a video? I will write a rap for it-” Mingi had come up with the idea in that instant, then began performing a free-style in the middle of the room. Mika wondered with half-closed eyelids how did he still have so much energy left. A second later, he realised that the tall male will K.O. himself in less than 10 minutes, no matter where he was. It's fine.

“Tidying. Now. Sleep.” Ordered the tortured leader with a raspy voice, from the ground. He stayed there, face lying on the carpet, limbs as powerful as a blue bird in a cage after getting drugged. Mika scoffed, then maybe purposefully failed to hide his laugh with an obviously not real cough while looking at the cat on the floor.

“Bodyguard.” This word was meant to sound as powerful as the previous one, but the small difference in Hongjoong’s voice and the uncovered hope in his irises gave him away. The laughing bursted out of the ‘bodyguard’, he went to scrape him together anyway.

Captain Joong was only walking next to Mika until they reached the dark corridor, where he got stuck in one place. The guardian was confused at first, but as the few centimetres shorter person faked a pretty dramatic concussion, his violent giggles returned and he picked up the silently demanding one onto his back.

Not like it was unusual but the leader’s pride already suffered much from this whole ordeal so he didn’t want to reveal how exhausted he was in front of the crew. Mika delightedly put Hongjoong down onto his nicely made blankets that will be ruined by his dirty clothes in a minute. But who would want to queue for a shower after a rough, eventful day?

“Ah, if only birthdays could last for two days so the others would clean up, wash my clothes, let me take a long, long bath and give me headache-less hours…” His eyelids were intact by then.

“...and a massage, a goodnight kiss on your forehead and-” Even though Hongjoong looked like the sleeping beauty, he tickled Mika’s side to shut him up. Poor man was overly ticklish.

“Ahahah, okay, okay, but if you ask us to do it for you, we might as well just make it happen since we respect you.” The lying one glanced at the sitting man through a thin crack tiredly. “I mean, in general. Sometimes we just have to disrespect you to show our utmost respect.”

Loud laughter was heard in the main room because Hongjoong took his sweet revenge with tickling. The sudden noise startled the ones working there, to at least not leave a literal garbage dump after them, but they exchanged some smug smiles while finishing the job, already thinking about jokes the next day. In the meantime, the remaining two people collapsed in the leader’s room to sleep. A shorter one in the bed and a slightly taller figure on a mattress that was accidentally left there by a certain person in the morning as he heard his members ganging up in front of his door.

- H

[smartylina]

Hm, now that he mentions it, she likes the idea of being in charge of the punishments. She'll make sure every single criminal does community service and maybe will teach them how to organize their socks properly! He always succeeds in making her laugh, even more today, so she does. "Right. He only deserves the most gorgeous women. That hottie of yours tho is kinda shocked his royal highness thought a peasant was the best for him." She raises an eyebrow in confusion. "You don't like-?! Kuzco, I thought you did! If homework was here, he'd be so upset." Well, good point. Who would love evil purple cats anyways? ew. "No. You're still your usual funny- I mean very handsome self. ~" At his question and visible excitement that he won't organize her sock drawer, she shakes her head with an incredulous smile on her face and giggles, watching him bouncing. She blushes happily when his hand grasps hers and nods as she starts to guide him towards their destination that was not so far away from the village. "What if we actually see her? Won't she be... you know, jealous that you're going out on a date with another hottie, though?" She plays along, loving this little teasing of theirs. Until she discovers there's another woman, can you imagine? haha.

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"And here we are! What do you think? ~" Malina asks. Both have eventually arrived to the river where everything for their perfect picnic date was set up. The place was supposed to look cozy, so there were a few fluffy pillows and plumeria scented candles scattered around a pretty white picnic blanket. The atmosphere she was going for was more private, romantic and totally special with the river in the background. Malina hopes Kuzco likes this even if they're not the fanciest decorations he had ever seen.

As she waits for his response, she releases his hand to walk towards the blanket and gets on her knees to start unpacking all the food. She made sure to cook almost everything Kuzco loves to eat, even desserts, and brought some wine because she knows he likes drinking some good wine. Today, it's his turn to be spoiled by her.

As if he wasn't spoiled already since he was in diapers.

Not the ENTIRE closet! That's worse than actual torture! Maybe he should consider putting Malina in charge of punishments, when she finally becomes Empress. She seems to have a knack for it.

Eyes flicker up to the headband in question, grin widening as he realizes what she's playing at. "Well, duh! She's the most fashionable girl the entire Kingdom. The headband only adds to the appeal." Kuzco waggles his brows at her, aiming to make her laugh. "Why do you think she's MY hottie girlfriend? Only the best for the Emperor, right?"

Curious little kitty-- "Why does everyone keep mentioning cats around me?! I don't even like cats!" Especially evil purple ones with sharp, pointy claws. "I don't look like a kitty, right?" A hand moves to pat at his face, just to make sure Yzma didn't slip him some kind of weird-o half-cat-mutation potion, thing. "A picnic-picnic! Yay! So we're not organizing your sock drawer?!" Once he's done being over-dramatic making sure that he's still his handsome, HUMAN self, he bounces a little on his feet as he watches her hold up the picnic basket and returns her excited grin, lacing their fingers together once she's close enough. "Well, lead the way! Maybe we'll see my hottie girlfriend somewhere on the way."

[captainsimagines]

the warmth of winter || one

Summary: You’re home for the holidays after landing your dream job. When your dad’s old army friend stops by for the month, he makes waves immediately. Your little vacation is disrupted... for better or for worse? Nobody has to know.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x (F) Reader

Based on the Song: ‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift

Mini-Series (1/6)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; strong language; suggestive language; creepy/clingy coworker; age difference kink (Reader is 25, Bucky is 39)

Word Count: 5,600+

Author’s Note: This is the only chapter without sexual content. This work is explicitly 18+ ONLY. 

     “Ooof.”

The suitcase snaps back and hits you harshly against an ankle. You take it slow, hoping it won’t swell too bad, and suck in a deep breath to lift it onto the first front porch step. There’s a handbag hanging from your left forearm, smacking against your stomach, and it takes another full minute of struggle for you to finally give up. 

“Dad!”

Heavy footsteps sound, and soon enough your dad stumbles through the front door to grab the suitcase from your hand. 

“I told you I would do the heavy lifting, Bumblebee,” he says with a slight grumble.

“You’re getting old and I am young, elastic. At least I tried.”

Your dad huffs a laugh and drags the heavy suitcase through the door, opting to leave it near the living room couch for now. Your childhood room was located upstairs and he would definitely need a small breather before lugging it up there too.

“Humor your old man. It’s built into us men! Lift things, cook outdoors…”

“Ha, ha.”

“It’s true! But hey, I’m happy to do it.”

He looks healthier, shining like the day you turned eighteen, the day you graduated university, the day you revealed you had gotten your dream job. His grays have multiplied but he still has his youth; obviously, considering he’s boasting about being your muscle. You haven’t been home since the beginning of the year, living the life in sunny New York City (haha, sunny), so it really is a big deal. 

He’s decorated the house like you guys do every year — Christmas tree and stockings, a menorah, and only six red and green candles for Kwanzaa since the seventh went missing during the holiday season of 2013. Your dad has so many friends from around the world who drop by this season — most as surprise, some planned. He usually has to run to the store and buy ingredients for certain dishes, and he would always obtain even more miscellaneous decorations. He’s a people pleaser and it worries you when that applies to other things. You hope no one ever takes advantage of it.   

“So, is Sam coming down this time?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, he’s enjoying Louisiana.”

“What about Bruce?”

“Some project of his got greenlit.”

“Natasha?”

“Undercover right now.”

You quirk an eyebrow, “How do you know that?”

“When the text reads ‘undelivered’, you just know.”

So it seems it’ll be a rather quiet holiday season this time around. A few of the neighbors, Wanda and Pietro, and maybe some newbies. “What about—?”

“I’ll just save you the time and tell you who is coming.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“The neighbors are all coming—”

“Ugggggh.”

“Shut it, you.”

You practically cackle and dodge the rogue pillow he snaps your way. There’s a plate of freshly cut fruit on the kitchen counter, so you maneuver yourself expertly around him to devour it. 

“And my old army pal, James. It’s his first Christmas alone. Thought he could spend it here.”

Your dad had so many friends but James doesn’t sound familiar. You wrack your brain: okay, there’s Steve, the Captain, who never really visited but always said he would soon, so you only ever saw him when dad visited him instead; there’s James Rhodes, but your dad only calls him Rhodey, so it can’t be that James; and there’s Bucky, the guy your dad rarely mentions because of guilt — the guy who saved his life in an unexpected firefight.

“He staying with us?”

“Yeah,” he sighs low. “It’s the first time I’m seeing him since…”

So it is Bucky. Must be a nickname.

“You gonna be okay with him here?”

Your dad steals the fruit from your fork and battles you for it. You two giggle for a small while until he ultimately wins. 

“Of course. I think after talking it through, we’ll be good.”

You don’t dig deeper. If your dad thinks James will be comfortable here and that he’ll find it relaxing, then it’s good enough for you. After all, the more the merrier. 

“So, when’s he arriving?”

Your dad steals the fruit off your fork again and pops it into his mouth. “Tonight.”

    Your room is relatively untouched. Every so often your dad enters to grab a certain blanket or to use the old desktop computer that whirs randomly in the middle of the night. The bed is made, the closet is organized, and there’s a random pair of running shoes you had simply thrown across the room last time you were here in January. Your dad even vacuumed around them. 

The water pressure in your apartment is better than the one here, but you don’t complain. It gets the job done. You unpack the essentials and place them on the bathroom counter. You try to arrange everything the same way you do back at your apartment  — makes this short month feel more like being home than on vacation. 

And you’re grateful your new job and your new boss are awesome. Three weeks off mandatory leave for any holiday you ask for, paid, as long as you turn everything in by the deadlines. Editing books just seemed like the right career path — you’d charge people in high school and college to review their essays. Just seemed right. And you’re working at one of the biggest publishing companies in New York City and blessed with a boss that realized her workers were human. 

Seriously, everything is perfect. 

Your phone dings with an incoming message. Okay, almost perfect.

‘Hope you’re doing well. Can’t wait to see you again! - Brock’

The groan that leaves your throat literally scratches it. You went on one date with the guy — ONE DATE — and you even ended it with a gentle, ‘I had a nice time. I’m just not looking to be in a committed relationship right now’. Didn’t work, though. Brock Rumlow is like a mosquito: you feel him invading your personal space, he turns up when you’re least expecting him, he’s drawn to you, and he just doesn’t die. 

Okay. 

Okay, a little harsh. You mean ‘go away’ rather than ‘die’, but for the sake of dramatics, you’ll ignore that.

He’s not insanely bad. He has good ideas and functions well in group settings and everyone seems to like him when he’s having one of his normal days. Everyone just knows to avoid him when he has a deadline coming up. But he always seems to seek you out when he’s stressed and because of that, you’ve seen the side everyone actively avoids. 

Anal-retentive. Obsessed. Clingy. And hopelessly oblivious to your attempts at getting him to leave you alone romantically. 

Your fingers hover over the screen as you think of what to say. You can always ignore it. But then he’d call. And you would kill yourself. 

‘Doing good. Happy holidays!’

There. Simple. You hope.

You’re busying yourself unpacking when your dad makes this excited sound downstairs. He’s literally cheering and there’s a distinctive noise of hands clapping on backs and polite laughs. You blow a raspberry and sigh. Time to meet new people. 

“Bumblebee, get down here!”

“Coming!” you answer, throwing on a knit cardigan before jogging down the stairs. Truthfully, you’re expecting someone close to your dad’s age, maybe older, and you’re prepared for the ‘wounded warrior’ talk your dad was discussing earlier. Except, you’re blindsided by what appears at the doorway.

James is around your dad’s age, maybe the slightest bit younger, with curly dark brown hair and crinkles around his blue eyes. He’s not what you expect — but you weren’t expecting to find Sam or the Captain hot as hell either as you got older. James is perhaps the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Radiating warm greetings and holiday spirit, if his ugly Christmas sweater is any indication. Even with that monstrosity he’s wearing, he’s gorgeous. And your dad seems to love it, and Bucky’s chuckling at him, and you realize he knows your dad truly. He wore it for him. 

It takes a full glance to finally see it: James has two arms. You’re confused for only a moment, before you snap out of your thoughts and decide to ask your dad later. James laughs at one of your dad’s jokes and looks up toward the staircase to finally see you. 

He flashes a kind smile, one that could topple countries and swoon opposing parties: it’s killer, absolutely devastating. 

“Uh, hi. Nice to meet you.”

James looks you up and down rather purposefully that it makes you quickly glance at your dad. But he’s too entranced by the hanging snowmen on James’s sweater so he misses it. You clear your throat and smile back, trying to ignore that growing tickling feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

Here’s the thing about James: For as long as he can remember, with every hook-up or flirty purpose, James has never once, never intended to, or accidentally wanted the attention of people’s daughters. Okay, scratch that. He’s an idiot. Everyone is someone’s son or daughter, but he has never thought that the daughter of one of his friends was attractive. Well, okay, no. Scratch that again. He’s considerate and not a complete asshole, so he recognizes beauty when he sees it. But thinking the daughter was hot? That’s never happened. Until now. And James is about three seconds away from slapping himself upside the head.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

Damn, even his voice is devastatingly beautiful. It’s deep enough that it’s not too rumbly, not too monotone. He sounds like even his laugh can turn water into wine.

“Help me with his bags, Bumblebee! C’mon!” If you didn’t know the major fact that James saved your dad’s life and is the sole reason you even have a father, you would believe your dad was genuinely, over the top giddy to see him again.

But you do know the facts and even though your dad is truly happy to see a longtime friend, he’s obviously overcompensating. This is a chance for him and James to talk things through, to air out the awkwardness that James apparently lost a literal limb and thus allowed your dad to come back home. I’ll give him a day to stop laughing at everything James says, you think. 

You rush to help with the suitcases, even though James is shooing you away as you try to grab them. Still, you reach for them again because deep down you’re ultimately a good host. 

“Damn, what do you have in this one? Rocks?”

“Bumblebee,” your dad scolds. 

James laughs and shakes his head, trading you one of the smaller bags for the heavy one. “Just my other pair of boots and some books. It’s almost winter after all! Can’t beat the snow and snuggling up near the fireplace with a good book.”

Books. Just your type of man.

“And you had to bring twelve?” You wear a bright smile that lets both men know you’re only teasing. James hauls the heavy suitcases into the living room and nods as your dad points out the guest room he’ll be occupying. 

“Don’t hate, sweetheart. It’s still not enough.”

There it is: the air restricted inside your lungs unexpectedly, pressure building in the temples as your face begs to smile wide in reaction. You’re worried once again that your dad is going to say something about the nickname, like he’ll scold James for calling his only daughter something even he doesn’t call you. But he’s already getting the midnight snack kit ready just in case James even mentions food. 

This man is affecting you in ways no man has affected you in a long time — at least, not since college. Not even Rumlow made you feel butterflies or sweet embarrassment on the first and only date. James walks like he owns the room, is quiet like he’s already spoken a thousand words, and as gorgeous as the sun setting in the west. You have the unbelievable urge to make this man some hot chocolate and ask him about his day.

Granted, the goosebumps erupting tell of another thing you’d like to do to this man but that’s out of the question. 

“James is staying until after New Years so he’ll need to go shopping sometime this week for… hey, what do you even eat?”

James laughs. “Same thing you do. Except I changed to oat milk.”

“Oh, me too!” you say a little too loudly, inwardly cringing by how high your pitch is. But James just grins and extends his arms like he’s about to match your pitch. 

“Better than almond, right?”

He’s got this way about him that’s so surreal, so different. He seems like the type of person who is easy to talk to — someone who listens and reads between the lines. You want to speak with him more, share a beer and get to know him regardless of the maturity levels, and it’s then that you realize that James — with little to no effort — has you wrapped around his finger. 

“Blah blah blah, next thing you two will be crucifying me for still drinking milk from a cow,” your dad says, mumbling. You roll your eyes at him and try your hardest to get a grip. This man is your dad’s friend. And he’s several years older than you — a good fifteen at least — and if the feeling you’re getting is anything to go by, it just seems way too taboo.

“I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, alright? In the morning, since we’re celebrating Hanukkah with my friend Wanda later at night.” James picks up his discarded suitcases effortlessly and nods in agreement to your schedule. 

“Hey, I know it’s early but I’m working overtime tonight so I’ve gotta head to bed now,” your dad says to James, then claps him on the back and leads him to the downstairs guest room. 

“Nice meeting ya, Bumblebee,” James teases, his voice low.

You cringe. “Don’t call me that.”

He likes this already. The teasing, the joking, the carefree nature you and the rest of the household already have. He was worried this vacation would be too uptight, too knitted, too strung that the slightest mishap would open the seams and spill the contents on the floor. Because James was ready to pass on this invitation. He hadn’t seen his friend in almost fifteen years, and the last encounter involved an awkward lunch and James choking on his tortilla chip before the entrees came out. Ever since then, it’s been greeting cards and the occasional email. This invitation stewed in his brain for two weeks before he accepted it — one phone call and an hour of packing later, James bought a plane ticket and saved it in his Apple wallet. Even Steve encouraged him to go, and apologized about not being able to make the same trip down. Besides, James’s sister decided to spend this holiday season in Italy with her fiance. So he was truly, embarrassingly, family-free. Not that he doesn’t consider Steve family, but it’s different visiting Steve’s mom and acting like he belongs.

James watches from outside the door frame as your dad sets up the room. “Okay, what do you wanna be called?”

“Uh, my name?” 

James chuckles and rolls his shoulders. He looks you up and down again, breathes in slowly and finally graces you with another kind smile. “I don’t think I can do that, doll.”

Your chest constricts with a feeling like that of a heavy-loaded semi knocking you out of your shoes and three lanes over. Because the slip of his tongue and the roll of his syllables, perfectly calculated, has made you involuntarily shiver. 

And when you shiver because of what a man has said — well, you’re in too deep to disregard the innocent, sweet crush that evolves into a raging, carnal desire to have this man on you, underneath you, and utterly yours. 

He speaks like it’s a challenge: he wants you to deny the new nickname. Choose another one. Perhaps insist he call you by your birth name. But instead you smile back and try your hardest not to show anything but innocent politeness. 

“That’s fine.” You desperately try to ignore the subtle way his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Nice meeting you, James.”

“Bucky.”

You turn on the staircase and look back over your shoulder. “Hmm?”

“Bucky. My name is Bucky.”

“Okay,” you stage-whisper. “Bucky.”

He grins, lip curling up higher on the right side. He speaks low: a sweet confirmation. “Doll.”

     “Hello?” Your little greeting comes out like a sing-song, the bell over the door providing the music. The shop looks empty despite the hundreds of flowers filling it up and Wanda’s instrumental playlist plays on the speakers. “Anyone here? I want to buy some flowers!”

On cue, a head pops out from the back office, already scoffing. “Last time you bought a fuckin’ flower it was an apology to your dad for gettin’ caught taggin’ the abandoned building down the street.”

Clint comes out lugging dozens of roses by the box, shirtless and sweaty. He’s already got this fucking smirk on his face that tells you he’s joking; he even laughs loudly after calling you out.

“Maybe if you were nicer I’d buy some more.” You remove your gloves and heavy jacket, placing them on one of the couches near the violets. “And if I ever do, I’d buy them directly from Wanda.”

He adjusts his hearing aid for a short moment. “Last time the sale was mine,” Clint praises and sets the box on the front counter. He begins sorting through and laying individual roses in their own plastic baggy. “Lookin’ for Wanda?”

“Yeah, she around? Wanted to know what else I should order for tomorrow.”

“Eh, she says Pietro has all the food covered. You just provide the roof.”

Clint runs the shop with pure chaos. He’s done the same routine long enough that he doesn’t prick his fingers anymore on thorns, or end up breaking the new fancy vases Pietro has specially made and ordered. Clint’s come a long way since the Maximoff parents gave him this job, and after they died he seemed to level-up. Now he runs the shop chaotically but efficiently whenever Wanda’s not around; the only thing he loses throughout the weekdays is his shirt. 

Last week it was his pants, but.

You take a seat near the counter to watch Clint work. “Ha, ha.” Clint’s a little older than you and Wanda, give or take a few years, so you figure he might know more people from around here than you do. “Hey, you know anyone by the name James Barnes?”

“James Barnes? I know the last name. By any chance, does the dude go by ‘Bucky’?”

“Yup! That one.” You pick out a rose from the box carefully, mindful of the thorns. It smells fresh.

Clint makes a happy noise and runs his palm over his face. He has this wistful look, like he’s remembering something. Your mouth parts as you think of the next thing to say but nothing comes out. Clint’s still in his little happy place and you awkwardly look around the store. Finally, he continues. “Good guy. Excellent bartender. Good fighter. Someone you want on your side.”

“He sounds important.”

“He’s only a few years older than me. Not by much but we still kinda grew up together. Helped me get this gig back when Wanda’s parents were running the place.”

“No shit?”

“Shit,” Clint confirms. He smiles then looks at you weirdly. “Why?”

You sigh, fiddling with your thumbs. You try your best not to let your cheeks heat up. “Dad invited him over this December. He’s in my guest room.”

“No shit!” Clint fumbles putting the rose he was holding into the plastic baggy, then runs around the shop looking for his shirt. “Why didn’t you say so sooner? He hasn’t visited in years!”

“Hey, woah!” You laugh and find his shirt first, holding it behind your back as he tries to reach for it. “Dad’s working overtime and he’s sleeping. Can’t let you and your big fat mouth go in there when everyone knows you’re loud as all hell!”

“Depriving me?” Clint dramatically gasps. He pounces for the shirt but misses as you maneuver around him. “That’s mean, Bumblebee.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname every person in this town has seemed to adopt from your dad. “This guy made a name for himself huh?”

“Promise me I get to say hi tomorrow.”

You squint at him, “Clint, I’m not depriving you of anything. The dude is probably getting ready for bed after driving all day.”

“You get that little melting feelin’ in the pit of your stomach when you meet him?”

It’s quiet on your part — you struggle to form a sentence. Clint’s just goes back to casually walking around the store, easily falling back into routine, waiting for an answer. But from the way he’s smirking, he seems to already know it. He laughs loudly, “Happens to everyone! Swore up and down I was in love with him for a good two weeks before I realized I was in love with the free beers he gave me at eighteen.”

“I didn’t get that sinking feeling—”

“Melting,” Clint sounds out. “Melting. He gives off this special vibe. Straight up, everyone in town loves him. He better hide good before all the middle-aged, divorced housewives come knockin’.”

You’ve got your eyebrows furrowed and a funny grin. Clint’s making it sound like you’ve got a literal celebrity in your house. “Melting.”

Clint smirks, finally snatches the t-shirt from your hand, and throws it over his head. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough. He’s close with all your dad’s friends, man. How did you not know about him?”

James… Bucky… grew up here. Your dad didn’t. Your dad moved here for the cheap prices, liked the atmosphere, and stayed. So, you grew up here. And it was just pure coincidence that your dad and Bucky ended up fighting in the same unit.

You shrug. “Dad never really mentioned him. And when he does, he says ‘James’.”

Clint hums in understanding. “Weird, though. Bucky helped Sam repair the family boat a few years back. Got the thing up and runnin’ again perfectly. Helped Steve with a VA campaign back in Brooklyn a few months ago. Hell, he’s bailed Nat out of jail more times than she can count on her perfectly polished hands.”

“I’ve been away for a year. How do I not know any of this?”

Clint looks at you like he can’t believe it either. “Guess he’s not popular with people from your age group. Bucky stopped giving underage kids drinks a little after he returned from the Army, so.”

Clint was already a year graduated when you were barely a freshman. You spent your young childhood helping Captain Rogers during the ‘protest seasons’, painting signs and baking cookies for the newly returned vets, and marching down the streets of Washington DC. You spent some summers down by the docks with Sam and Sarah, learning how to fish and fix the boat’s engine a thousand times over. So the first and true time you really got to know Clint was during your last year of high school when you became friends with his niece Kate. 

Kate played Bottom during the fall production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, loud and boisterous and definitely not an actress, while you played the mildly crazed and horny Helena. But instead of making nice with the girl who played Hermia, you fell for the girl who got her head stuck in the ass’s mask and had to wear it throughout the entirety of the cast party. And you were hooked around Clint’s finger when you brought her home, stumbling over every porch step, until you two finally toppled through the front door. Clint took one hard, long look at you both, bit into his donut, and asked, “Where’s Kate?”

He’s been one of your closest friends since. 

You groan softly, “I’m going to the bar. I’ll tell Kate you said hi.”

Clint chuckles, “You do that. I’ll tell Wanda you stopped by.”

He clips the ends of roses long after you walk out of the shop.

     The bar looks the same as the last time you visited. The regulars are on the barstools, the same 80s posters of random rock bands are plastered over the walls, and the floor is the same shiny but creaky wood. The only differences are the new flat screen gracing the patrons with Thursday Night football and the Christmas decorations. Plus, there’s a cute little tree in the corner and you know for certain that Kate’s the one who decorated it. 

“Now, why didn’t I get the arrival text?”

Kate’s voice is cheery and refreshing. She looks just the same as when you left earlier this January, give or take a few natural differences. Her hair is longer, still jet-black, and she’s taken to winged eyeliner rather than her usual line. It makes her eyes look more sultry, more attentive, and she’s adopted lipgloss instead of lipstick. It’s a decision you don’t agree with as you hate the feeling of loose strands of hair from god knows where getting caught in the gloss. She smacks around the small towel she was just using to clean a glass and starts cheering as you take a seat at the bar. 

“I haven’t even had time to sit down. Get me a drink, will ya?”

She sticks her tongue out but does as told. Clint got her this gig after sweet talking Fury for a whole month. She bartends Monday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights; they’re the best times of the week and you have no idea how Clint swung that. 

“Drinkin’ to forget a fella?” Kate smiles, leaning against the counter while blinking her eyelashes. She grabs you a beer after you roll your eyes. 

“Drinkin’ to try and get to know one,” you answer, and pop open the bottle. You take a long sip and flush from Kate’s excited gaze. It’s obvious she’s waiting for you to continue. “I think I have a crush on my new housemate. And everyone who I’ve mentioned his name to has gushed like a middle schooler.”

“Ooo, do I know him?” Kate asks quickly, but backtracks. “Wait, house...mate?”

You nod, shyly. “Dad’s friend. Dude who saved his life and almost died trying. Bucky Barnes.”

Kate pauses like her ears must have heard wrong, eyes wide, then her mouth drops as she releases the loudest gasp-scream you’ve ever heard. You should have assumed her reaction would be one of shock but you didn’t really want the angry stares from a few customers who are trying to watch the game. 

“THE Bucky Barnes?”

You smile as her voice raises an octave. “Yeah, apparently. Know him?”

Kate laughs again then points at one of the framed photographs behind her. There, a grainy photo that looks like it was taken on a flip phone depicts Fury, who looks only a few years younger, the famous T’Challa who you’ve heard has made it big in California with his and his sister’s big tech company, and Bucky… skinnier, tanner, and sporting one of the brightest smiles ever. 

“What was he, like sixteen?” you ask, shocked, and jump over the counter to inspect the photo closer. 

Kate snorts and giggles madly. “Believe it or not, but he was twenty-six.”

Your eyes widen in amusement and Kate matches your silly smile. You look closer, and that’s when you see it: Bucky’s left arm is a beautiful, metal, shiny black with intricate gold designs. He holds up some sort of certificate but because of the poor quality you can’t make out what it says. 

Kate continues, “Bucky Barnes looked like a twink until his early thirties. Saw him for ten minutes a few years ago. Hot damn.”

You can’t help but laugh. It’s ridiculous, but Kate is spitting truth: Bucky Barnes, since the second you first saw him this afternoon, is hot damn.

“Gonna tap that?”

“Who says that anymore?” you tease, shoving her shoulder playfully. She shoo’s you back over the counter. 

“I’m serious. You didn’t grow up with the guy. This is the first time you’ve met him, I assume?”

“It’s like I’m the only person in town who hasn’t.”

“Makes sense. He moved to Brooklyn when we were kids. Came back one time when you were down in Louisiana with Sam. Has a pollen allergy so he never went into Wanda’s shop.  Came back last year for a week but you were working and I was at a conference.”

“So, I’ve literally missed him.”

“Each time,” Kate confirms. “You know, I fully support this affair—”

“Stop talking.” You roll your eyes and take a larger gulp of your beer. The thought of getting it on with the Bucky Barnes is getting even more and more risque. You and Kate speak a while longer, catching up on discussions about work, friends, family, pets, the works. She’s a little busy so she can only make mild small talk, but coming home and not visiting her that very day? Not possible.

She only brings up Bucky again when you’re about to leave. She gives her approval, then goes back to working. But only for a moment because she pours two shots, passes one to you, and exclaims, “To DILFS!”

To your surprise, about half the bar repeats the dirty chant back. “He got kids?”

“No,” Kate laughs, and shoots back the shot. “Not that this town knows of. And we know a lot.”

God, you’ve missed her. So loud and energetic and isn’t afraid to tussle with her fists or words. Your friends back in New York are more reserved, work-oriented — and sure, that’s great and all but they don’t give you that feeling of childhood wonder the same way your friends down here do. It’s your first year working at that company, and you’ve got to put the time and effort in. Once you get a better footing, you can start scheduling more vacation days.

You don’t know what you were expecting from asking about Bucky around town. Guess you were hoping for some bad stories that would quickly extinguish any flame that previously ignited by just hearing him speak. You wanted a reason to avoid him or adopt him as yet another father figure, but now that’s near to impossible. ‘DILF’ really does fit him and it would take a fucking firing squad to get that image out of your mind. 

Bucky has planted his hyped influence in your house, in the room right beneath yours, in the back of your mind — and you find that you don’t hate it one bit. 

     “You’re up late.” 

The silky voice startles you and you do a little jump in your chair. You run your palm over your entire face and chuckle back at him. “It’s gonna take me a few more days to get used to not working until midnight.”

Bucky nods in understanding. He goes to the fridge to pull out a water bottle and unscrews the cap. “You his only kid? I remember him saying he had a three-year old at home way back in the desert.”

That makes you gush. The thought of your dad, freshly eighteen and living the most horrible part of his life, telling his whole squad about the three-year old he was trying to create a better life for… it makes you a little emotional. You’re used to the attention: hell, whenever your dad was working, Sam, Steve, and Bruce would reenact Three Men and a Baby at the local grocery store to get dates. “Yeah. Had me at fifteen; kept me around even after my mom ditched. He joined the army for the benefits and money. Left me with his sister while he was fighting.”

“Fifteen… So what, that makes you…?” Bucky looks to be doing the math behind his eyes and a tiny smirk starts forming on his very pink lips. 

“Twenty-five. Yup.” You clear your throat and move the spoon in your tea. The lights from the Christmas tree are on and twinkling and seven of the eight candles of the menorah are lit. Bucky takes the time to marvel at the light too. “You forty as well, or?”

“Just about. Thirty-nine.” Bucky looks back to you and blushes. He rubs the back of his neck with his metal hand. It seems to have had a few minor upgrades since the photo at the bar was taken. It’s the same size as his flesh one and its movement is fluid: thirteen years of experience (if he got it a twenty-six), you guess. 

“Hmm.” You really wish you had turned the television on or something. It’s too quiet and all that can be heard is your breathing. Your dad left for work an hour ago. 

Your little hum has Bucky’s mind whirring. What is that supposed to mean? It’s stupid to overthink it, but he wants to know. Was it a little hum to simply acknowledge his age? Was it a brush-off? Or was it acknowledgement with a sprinkle of interest? Bucky’s a lot of things and being an underthinker isn’t one of them.

It’s already slightly awkward, so you decide to do it now. Rip the band-aid off. You have to say it. “Look, I don’t know how to say this. Or if I should even bring it up… but I’d like to thank you for saving his life.”

“You don’t have to do that—”

“No, seriously. I wouldn’t have had a dad growing up. I mean, I have a lot of father figures. But like…”

He smiles, but takes another sip of water to somehow hide it. “I know what you mean.”

The gesture makes your stomach churn. “Okay… good. I won’t mention it again.”

Bucky’s dressed in a tight, black t-shirt and those cliche red checkered pajama pants. His hair looks recently washed and the ends are curling in all directions. Bucky’s also got subtle bags under his eyes: he must have napped while you were out. He doesn’t look thirty-nine. Granted, you’re used to your dad going gray early from the stress at work. Bucky doesn’t have gray on his head, not that you can see from where you’re sitting. He does seem to have some grays in his beard. You want to stand and look closer, out of curiosity, and to maybe see just how blue his eyes really are. 

“So, uh, what are you?” Bucky says with an awkward smile, twirling his index finger in the air. 

“Huh?”

He then points to the Christmas tree, to the Menorah, to the ‘Happy Holidays’ pillow cases. “You Christian? Jewish? Undecided?”

“Oh!” You cover your mouth as a giant smile threatens to break through. “During this time, um, Dad and I have a lot of friends who visit. Sometimes on different days so we figured for the entire month of December, it should feel like everyone’s welcome. It’s quite funny because we aren’t, like, anything specific. All the colors are nice, though.”

“I think that’s very welcoming.”

He must be blushing as hard as you are right now. His cheeks are pinker than when you started this conversation. “You?”

Bucky shrugs, “Father was Catholic. Mom was Jewish. Guess that’s why I like your little set-up so much.”

You chuckle, then it falls silent again. But it’s not some awkward silence this time: it’s charged with tiny smiles and little shuffles of the feet. That odd feeling starts in the middle of your chest, travels down through each individual rib, and settles nicely in the pit of your stomach. It’s not really butterflies, it’s more like — melting.

You suck in a deep breath and stand to pour your remaining tea down the sink. “I’m sorry if I’m a little awkward. I’m usually very talkative with dad’s friends.”

He shrugs again. “No worries. I basically ambushed you on my way to get water.”

It’s an exaggeration but you know Bucky says it because he must be feeling it too. When goosebumps erupt on your arms, you can’t really expect the conversation to be labeled as innocent. You quickly change the subject. “Well, hey, I usually go running with my friend Wanda in the mornings but I’ll be back before nine to take you shopping.”

“Oh, great!”

You bring your hand up to chew on your index nail for a few seconds. The action makes Bucky’s gaze immediately drop to your lips. Quickly, you say, “Goodnight, Bucky.” You slowly walk past him and to the stairs.

He snaps himself from his daze fast. “Night, doll.”

“You calling me that makes me feel like some 1940s princess,” you teasingly complain, turning on your heel to look back at him. 

That’s exactly why he says it. He’s always been interested in period pieces, old music, even movies based during those years. It’s such a delicate nickname, one assigned to people who truly fit the bill, and Bucky, ever since the moment he saw you hop the final stair and bounce into the room, thought you were an absolute doll. 

Bucky bites his lip and screws the water bottle shut. “Took one look at ya and that’s the name that came to mind.”

Rolling your eyes, you take tiny backward steps until you reach the staircase railing. “Each time you say it, it sounds like you’re trying to pick me up.”

“Mm.”

The air you try to breathe stops in the middle of your throat. You’re not sure your lungs even tasted it. His tiny hum of acknowledgement is so subtle, so innocent, that it’s not innocent at all. You shouldn’t say it — hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking it — but you want him to elaborate on that hum, to explain with great detail just why he didn’t bother denying it. 

“Yeah… Anyway… Night.”

Bucky smirks as he watches you walk away. He only feels a little guilty for enjoying the view.

xxMoni

[odiesbun]

Helloween: TxT ver.

There may be mistakes in the text because my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

WARNINGS: fluff, Halloween, costumes, pumpkins, house decorations, etc.

Number of characters in the text: 4096

Yeonjun Yeonjun doesn't really participate too much in the feast, he only comes to eat the food. He has a lot of ideas on how to prepare and present certain dishes, including a lot of food decorations like colored icing, different skewers and the like. "Let's decorate the cupcakes with candles, pour caramel over the fruit and pretend it's blood, and make little wings and shards of dough for the rest of the food? That would look great!" He's actually a very creative person. Will pretend to have absolutely no interest in it, but actually have fun like a little kid and run after you with big, cute eyes. "Wow, look, I found a witch's hat! Do you think it would look better on me or on you? Come on, baby, I'm just kidding, of course it would be yours."

Soobin He really wants your costume to be more sexy, not cute, if you don't mind of course. But there's no way he's going to let you off the hook if you actually agree to wear that costume. He'll nag and balk, but he won't let go. "I said no. Hold on to my hand, I won't let you move even a few feet away! Am I jealous? Yes, maybe." He doesn't seem to be going to much trouble with his costume. I think the most he can do is cut holes in the sheet for his eyes and fit completely into it, arguing that he's dressed up as a ghost. He's just too lazy to do anything, yep. "All the costumes in the store are gone, so I decided to make my own. Ah, uh, I'm a ghost, boo!"

Beomgyu He's the one who is most suited to this holiday. Beomgyu is just made for Halloween, you know? He'll be waiting for you around the corner, and after you barely get on your doorstep, he'll jump out from around the corner and yell a loud "Boo!", laughing mischievously. "Come on, that was really funny! I'm so boo, and you're so AH! Haha, baby girl, I'll be sure to get that moment on camera!" Little tease. But really, I know how to scare him too. Pretend you're busy doing something or going somewhere, and then sharply throw a fake spider or insect at him. The Beomgyu will go crazy. "AAH, IT'S A SPIDER!!! Wait, it's not real… *bows to the spider, you pull the string, the spider jumps up* AAH, NO, HE IS REAL, SAVE ME!!!"

Taehyun Is working VERY hard to get ready for the holiday to make you happy. He will decorate the room himself, make the hors d'oeuvres and prepare you the best appetizers, he is the most golden guy of all. "So while you were gone, I decorated all the rooms in the house, made some snacks for the two of us, and I also made couples costumes for us." HE LOVES STEAMY COSTUMES AND ALL THINGS STEAMY, YOU WON'T CHANGE MY MIND. Another fan of carving pumpkins. He won't really bother with the whole thing, just carve the pumpkin's eyes, mouth and nose and then put a flashlight inside. "I think we should give this pumpkin to the guys because it doesn't look as pretty as the others. Although, if we do that, Soobin can use it as a house for Odie, and I don't want a hedgehog living in my pumpkin… Hmm, no, we'll keep this pumpkin."

Huening Kai Kai is used to always spending this holiday with his family, so if you suggest that he dress up in costumes and walk around town with the guys, he will be very stubborn for a long time and still refuse in the end. "No! My mom, by the way, invited you and me and my sisters to visit, they made lots and lots of goodies! Why don't we go over to her house and meet my parents?" In fact, Kai's favorite part of the holiday is cooking, like Yeonjun. He won't be as creative, but he will treat it with great care and curiosity. You will be assisted by his two sisters, Lea and Bahiyyih. "Ah, girls, WE ARE BURNING ALL THE COOKIES NOW!!! Will someone please help me decorate the pumpkin, I can't handle it!" There's a lot of panic…

[jadedrrose]

Not Just Another Day

Mandatory Levi birthday fic, because I’m very in love with him rn :)

Warnings: none, sfw! Reader can be gender neutral, but they do wear a dress in this.

Christmas had always just had one meaning to you, up until you met your lover. But now it had two meanings, making it even more special in your heart.

Despite his indifference toward both occasions, you always wanted to do something special for Levi. It was a bit difficult to do elaborate things, being in the Scouts and all, but you always managed. This year, you settled on making dinner for the both of you, and taking it up to your quarters to privately eat together.

Luckily for you, Levi didn’t often stop by your shared room during the day. He mostly stayed holed up in his office or doing anything to keep himself busy. So you were able to have a table and chairs dragged up with the help of a few others, and you set out candles to light later.

This was all after your shared quiet moment in the morning. On the other hand, Levi knew the holidays were important to you. He always got you something special, and would try his best to be a little nicer to everyone. You found it rather endearing. But every year, without fail, he’d give you the present right after the two of you woke up. He never even gave you time to get dressed.

This year, you’d given him a “fake” present this morning. You’d given him tea that was more on the expensive side, one he hadn’t had in quite some time.

But tonight, your real gift was a tea cup you had made, with gold and green designs to outline it. And, a matching tea plate of course. You’d honestly struggled for a bit, trying to learn how to make them. But you were rather proud of how it all turned out.

The box which your work was wrapped in sat on the table, which you were now setting up in preparation for dinner. You placed plates and silverware in their correct spots, making sure everything looked neat and orderly. You placed two glasses beside each plate, just for some water. The idea was that Levi would ask why you hadn’t put out tea cups, and you’d then present the gift to him. Once everything looked good, you headed down to the kitchen to grab the food you’d prepared before setting the table. Hopefully someone hadn’t touched it…

To nobody’s surprise, a younger scout, Sasha, was eyeing the food with an odd face… one that was like a suppressed grin, of sorts? But you knew how this girl was. She loved food. And you knew she would most likely be the only person to steal it.

“Sasha, what are you lookin’ at there?” You asked, approaching her with your arms crossed over your chest.

She jumped, snapping her head to look at you. “I… haha, I was just… um, looking… heh.”

“…right,” you replied, suspicion written on your face. “Well, I need to get the food, so, if you could move?”

“It just… looks so yummy,” she said, the grin breaking. She was now drooling.

“If there’s leftovers I’ll bring you some,” you offered.

That seemed to get her off your back. With a small chuckle and roll of your eyes, you picked up the tray of food and headed out.

It seemed everybody was getting ready for the usual Christmas party. A lot of the younger scouts were in the dining hall, helping set up the buffet of food and getting presents for each other all lined up under the already falling apart, sparsely decorated tree. It was too bad you couldn’t afford even a mini Christmas tree for your quarters, you thought.

A few moments later, you had the dinner set up and ready. You just needed to change now. You opened up the wardrobe in your bedroom to find a nicer dress. Nicer than what you could afford, as a Scout.

The top was a pristine white, with some lacing around the neckline and sleeve cuffs. The skirt that went with it had the same lacing, only it was an off-black color. To feel a little fancy, you decided to add the only belt-corset you owned. Another thing that was hard to come by for a good price.

You quickly brushed through your hair and made it look nice, putting on a pair of gold earrings with a matching necklace. You were eyeing yourself in the mirror when you realized you hadn’t changed out of your uniform boots. You could hear soft footsteps coming closer to the room. Panicking, you yanked the boots off and threw them in the closet, quickly pulling out a nice lace up heeled pair, trying to pull the strings up as fast as humanly possible.

You were halfway up the second boot when the door opened. You shot up from your spot leaning against the wall with your foot raised on the vanity stool, leaving the laces dangling, trying to cover it with your skirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Were the first words he said to you.

“I set up a dinner for us,” you stated, your awkward panicked face changing to a small smile.

“Yeah. But why the hell were you bent over on the wall with your foot up?” Levi kept questioning.

It wasn’t the most embarrassing thing ever, especially considering you were married to him. So why did you feel embarrassed?

“I uh… was putting on my nice boots, but I wanted to look nice when you walked in, so I stopped,” you awkwardly explained yourself.

“Uh-huh,” was all he said as he walked in your direction. You expected him to place a short kiss onto your cheek as he always did, but instead he grabbed your skirt to reveal your untied boot, pulling your leg up so he could finish tying it.

Your face turned red at the gesture. But why? It was so in character of him to do something like that. Maybe it was that you didn’t want to mess up his night?

“There. Now… what the hell is all this?” Levi asked again, nodding his head to the table and food.

“I made us dinner. And I wanted it to be more private this year, so…”

“But why?”

You looked at him funny. “Why? It’s your birthday, did you forget?”

“No. But I’ve told you before I could care less,” he stated. “It’s just another day.”

“But I care,” you argued, “and it’s not ‘just another day’! I wanted to do something especially nice for you. Especially with how the kids tortured you last year.”

You thought back to that. Stupidly, you’d decided that you could save time and just have dinner with everyone at the Christmas party. But then the younger scouts had chased Levi (and you) around all evening with a mistletoe. It made you wonder when they got so bold.

He simply hummed, looking over the table and changing the subject. “The food at least looks better than the shit down there,” he noted.

“I tried my best with what we had in the pantry… hope it at least looks edible,” you shrugged.

“I’d take anything you make over that shit any day.”

You giggled at his comment. “Well, we should go ahead and eat before it gets cold and then turns to shit.”

—

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, but the dinner portion of tonight didn’t really take that long given the fact neither of you were trying to talk with food in your mouths.

Then, like clockwork, the big question came up.

“Why didn't you make any tea?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You couldn’t help but to let out a girlish giggle, face warming up again. It was exactly how you envisioned it.

“Well, I have a reason,” you started.

“It better not be a stupid one.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the gift gently toward him with your fingertips.

Curiously, he opened the box carefully without ripping the paper to shreds.

You didn’t expect him to grin, or get excited, or anything that would be ridiculously unlike him. But he could’ve smirked, at the very least.

“Another tea set?” He asked, looking up at you. His gaze at least seemed softer.

“Mhm. But it’s not just another one,” you smiled. “I made it,” you proudly informed him.

Then Levi’s face changed. You could tell he was trying to hide a smile. It was so endearing and cute that you could cry.

“You… made it?” He repeated your words, eyeing the details along the glass.

“Mhm, I practiced a lot while you were busy. I think I did a pretty good job. But you’re the expert here, right?”

He nodded, not taking his eyes off your gift. “It’s… nice,” he commented. “Thank you.”

You smiled warmly, “you’re welcome. Do you want to go make some tea to put in it?”

He seemed to think about it, before shaking his head no.

“No?” You questioned, looking rather shocked at the answer.

“No. I’d rather not have to go down there where the brats are throwing another lame party,” he explained. “And… I think I’d much rather stay up here with you. Just us.”

“Just us…” you repeated, blushing all over again. “You’re so cute, I love you.”

Then it was his turn to blush, though it was much less noticeable than yours. If anyone else had called him cute, they’d be dead within the minute.

But you just had that special privilege.

He paused for a moment, clearly flustered by your comment. But then he looked up and smiled, a real smile, at you. “I love you too,” he muttered.

You’d say that this year’s celebration was a success, then.

[sl0wdiver]

footballers as flatmates/roommates headcanon

(imagining them as people with normal jobs + lives btw)

aaron ramsdale - domestic goddess, aggressive style. almost too happy to be cleaning. sets out a fucking cleaning rota for gods sake. drives everyone a bit nuts but whenever you have friends over they always say how nice your house is. has literally the loudest phone calls ever.

kieran tierney - quite content to watch netflix all evening every day of the week. always drinking vodka cokes at pres/party nights. folds his clothes as soon as they’re dry cause he knows his mum would give him a bollocking otherwise. attempts to cook - it sometimes works out. if in doubt, chicken nuggets at least 3 days a week.

michail antonio - house daddy. that man has that kitchen on lockdown. he goes in and comes out with the most insanely good food every single damn time. a complete hoot on nights out. rips the living piss out of everyone but life without him just wouldn’t be right.

ruben dias - quite possibly the most sensible flatmate to live with. amazingly consistent sleep schedule. always asks the group chat ahead of time if he can bring a date over. he is gymming/toning/working out about 23 hours a day mind you. at least he plays his workout music through his headphones.

jarrod bowen - the most reliable housemate ever. bills always paid on time. always down for a late night trip to big tesco. will play playstation with you until 4am. one word answers to anything in the house groupchat - “haha”, “lol”, “yeah”. but, will have the best dmcs with you in the garden when there’s a party.

mason mount - loves it when something breaks cause it means he gets to fix something. cooking skills are hardly world class michelin star restaurant level but he pulls out something every so often that surprises you. always planning what the flat is doing friday and saturday night. 

declan rice - believes the antibac wipe can do anything. tells you about all the great discounts he found at wilko today when you get off work. gets waaaay too into the film on flat movie night and cries. hogs the telly whenever there's a golf tournament on. always tries to get a dancefloor going whenever there’s a house party.

martin ødegaard - friendliest face in the house. his room is a marvel of scandi couture. he pretends it's minimalism but it's just ikea's posh range (and that's no bad thing). everyone thinks he's chill cause he likes reading and coffee paraphernalia but he hides a dark secret of playing THE WORST music at houseparties. hugging a cushion/blanket/djungleskog/himself throughout flat movie night.

tammy abraham - interior decor off the scales. the flat is literally glowing with his presence. the throws in the lounge are gorgeous. will defo have the loudest conversation with your flatmates right when you’re just tryna sleep but it’s all worth it. gets the tunes on as soon as he knows everyone is up.

harry kane - definitely in charge of all the bills. whenever he’s on the phone it’s usually because he’s chasing up some utilities company. this man is a provider. he cooks for everyone. wants everyone to be home for tea at the same time so “we can chat and catch up”. 

ben chilwell - has the nicest candle collection of anyone in the flat. loves a good houseplant. his dog is the glue that holds the flat together. interior decor choices are questionable but it’s passable. takes his meetings in literally every room whenever he’s working from home.

jadon sancho - panics over any house maintenance or any time he has to set the heating. “nah i can’t get it to work i’ve got no idea” he says to the thermostat. his vibe is always super chill tho, always has his door open and is never in the shower for too long. 

kai havertz - if he hasn't already got a house pet, he's strategising how to get one. rarely seen without a hoodie on. definitely rocking the flat's best comfy clothes collection. keeps to himself mainly but at least he doesn't cause any flat drama.

kostas tsimikas - i'm literally not even sure the boy knows how to clean. sleeps in til 2pm and never tells you his plans. will be out of the house for 36 hours and never answers his phone. the greek food he cooks tho? to die for. always ensures there is yoghurt in the fridge.

jack grealish - an unhinged experience. 35 minutes of hair drying everytime he has a shower, which in turn are the longest showers you’ve ever seen someone have. will cook the most astonishingly messy meal and ruin all the pans. secretly quite organised and always gets to work on time.

[magicalara]

Mister Santa

Kuroshitcember day 11 is here! I thought this prompt was absolutely adorable and so enjoy reading about Finny’s letter to Santa. Also, I apologize for slacking on the other prompts, I just finished finals week and it was rough to say the least haha.

As always, thank you @eemoo1o-animoo​ for creating the prompts which you can find  here !

Snowing. It was snowing. Outside the manor. Snowing!

Of course, to the other members of the Phantomhive manor, snow wasn’t a new thing. It happened in the winter season and was to be expected each year. However, to a certain young boy, it was a joyous event that he had never been able to see before. Sure, he felt the cold while he was labeled as “Subject 12” but to actually be able to touch the cold substance that fell from the sky? Finnian almost couldn’t believe it to be true.

His excitement increased even more when Sebastian, as his teacher, told him about Christmas when he questioned why shops put out decorations. A day full of presents and joy, there was no way that Finny was to miss out on this.

Taking this as an opportune moment to allow the young boy to practice his writing skills, Sebastian tasked Finny one cold day when working in the garden just wouldn’t have been possible with writing a letter to Saint Nicholas himself. The butler even promised to hand-deliver it if the boy did well enough. After knowing that Finny would be occupied for long enough, Sebastian let him write his letter, opting to do some housework in the meantime.

~.~.~.~.

Later that night, Sebastian went back to the room he had left Finnian in to complete his letter and was surprised to see the boy sound asleep, letter in hand. It would appear that the boy waited for the butler to come back to see his handy work of a messily sealed red envelope with what Sebastian assumed to be the letter to the fantastical Santa Claus inside.

Heaving a sigh, Sebastian walked over to the boy and pocketed the envelope for later before lifting the boy into his arms and placing him in his bed. He walked out of the room, ensuring to blow out the candle with a full plan of discarding the letter and pretending as if an elf had taken it to the North Pole and just waiting for the boy to forget about the whole thing.

Before he could toss the envelope into the fire, though, Sebastian noticed a drawing that included crude images of what he could only assume to be himself, the young master, and Finnian together around a christmas tree. Letting curiosity get the better of him, Sebastian decided to open the letter to see just what the boy who had never even seen snow could have possibly written to jolly ol’ Saint Nick.

Dear Santa

Hello! My name is Finnian and I live with the young master and Sebastian. They treat me very well. Sebastian told me that if I write to you I can get a gift! The gift is not for me. If you are to bring a gift, please bring it to the young master instead. His name is Ciel and he is around my age too. He saved me from the bad people and I want him to feel as happy as I do when I go outside. The young master is very kind so please give him something really nice. He gave me my hat though I don’t really use it right now because the snow won’t let me outside. Maybe you can get him a hat too. That would be nice.

You could even get something for Sebastian too! He helped the young master save me and I’m very greatfull for him too. I don’t know much about Sebastian but maybe a hat will be good for him too. I’m sure he’d like that. 

I hope you are well Mister Santa. Happy Christmas!

Finnian <3