#and now that he's super into coffee and food all of a sudden holiday cooking is even more of a nightmare

[lawrenceofbessarabia]

my brother is like that one aggravating normie coworker with a completely backwards read on your personality whose idea of being chummy is stepping all over your boundaries except he's related to me and he keeps ruining my things

[kim-chann]

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      ❝   Valentine’s Day!  ❞        --       Coffee Truffle Cake

           - - - | Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki

                                           〄  Order Instructions ;; May I request how Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara would spend Valentine's Day please?

                                                          -- Anon

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༺ Chef Note: Valentine’s day is around the corner next month. I honestly forgot that holiday existed tbh lol. 

〄          ⤷ Yūji Itadori | 虎杖悠仁 - - -

        ☉ Yuji didn’t really do much for Valentine’s Day before he became a Jujutsu Sorcerer since he didn’t have that many friends in his school (and wasn’t popular with the girls), and he was mostly worried about his grandpa

       ☉ But since things have changed, Yuji has changed as well

       ☉ As soon as it’s morning, expect Yuji to greet you with a wide smile and his hands behind his back saying, “Good morning! You look very beautiful as always, babe!” 

       ☉ “What’s with the sudden gentlemen act?” You’d tease before Yuji scrunches his nose with a blush and nervously pulls out the red-heart shaped box in front of you, tied neatly with a bow. It looked homemade.

       ☉ “I made these chocolates myself, it seemed better if I do it myself rather than getting some at the local store,” He pauses to bite his lip, “Umm.. are you gonna say something? You’re making me feel embarrassed...”

       ☉ As soon as you take the box of chocolates from him and thank him with a kiss or a hug, he just feels like he fell in love all over again 

       ☉ Yuji really loves physical attention, so make sure to give him a hug, a kiss, hold his hand, et cetera 

       ☉ Yuji feels like today is very important because he wants to express his love for you by doing whatever he can to make you happy

       ☉ Literally anything, he’ll make this day to worship you and he’d get on his knees and offer you money if he has to

      ☉ Yuji would plan Valentine’s day a week or two prior to make sure that everything is going to be perfect for the two of you

      ☉  He’d reserve restaurants, get his wallet stuffed, and makes sure to dress nicely than more casual than he usually wears 

      ☉  Sometimes during his plans, he can get a bit irritated when things don’t go to his plan and he tends to over think it

      ☉  Make sure to reassure him because once he realises that you’re okay, he’s okay (Yuji quickly recovers from anything tbh lol)

      ☉ But once you call out his efforts, he’ll get embarrassed and say, “Um, what’re you talking about hahaha?” Yes, he laughed in question

      ☉  Spending Valentine’s Day with Yuji is honestly just him worshiping you to make sure that you’re spoiled and loved, it’s honestly super fun and sweet hehe 

〄           ⤷ Megumi Fushiguro | 伏黒恵 - - -

       ☉ Valentine’s Day? What? Sign him up

      ☉  At first, Megumi didn’t care about Valentine’s Day at all, and preferred to spend it all in doors because once he goes out in walks, he always sees couples all over each other because of some day in the calendar told them to

      ☉ But since he now has a S/O, it was his time to get out in the streets, with not only himself, but with his S/O

      ☉  At first, he’d feel a bit nervous because he doesn’t know what to do on Valentine’s day, and to his last resort, he asks Gojo for help (because he knows his classmates have no experience either)

      ☉ “I’m surprised you asked me for help,” Gojo enters the room and sat down at the couch across from Megumi, “What’s the matter, Megumi?”

      ☉ “I-I need help on Valentine’s day for (Y/n)...”

      ☉  “PFFT-- AHHAAHAHAHAH”

      ☉  “Shut up!”

      ☉  “Never in my life have I expected this day to come true,” Gojo wiped a non-existent tear, “Listen forth, and listen well, son--”

      ☉ “--I’m not your son.”

      ☉ “I’ll tell you all the things you need to do for your lover to be happy on Valentine’s Day...” 

      ☉  Asking Gojo was the shittest decision he has ever made alive

      ☉  Don’t ask why, I’m sure you can think of anything

      ☉ Megumi takes things in his own hands by greeting you in the morning and inviting you to go get some breakfast at the local diner 

      ☉  He gets nervous, but he dresses nicely, and in the restaurant, he talks more politely like you’re some sort of god or something 

      ☉ Megumi doesn’t take you out to a lot of places where a lot of couples are, but he does invite you to the park where no body usually goes and shares ear buds with you, listening to your favorite artist, and hands intertwined

      ☉ “I love you.” He’d say out of nowhere, catching him off guard. He get’s embarrassed, how it suddenly just slipped out. But as soon as you reciprocate his words, he’ll smile and face away from you for you not to see his face burning up

      ☉ At the end of the day, Megumi makes a home-cooked  meal for the two of you

      ☉ His food is delicious by the way! It’s surprising how his food tastes quite divine! (Yuji totally didn’t teach him how to cook or anything...)

      ☉ “Can you hold out your hand a bit?” He’d ask. Before you can question why, he’d interrupt with a plea

      ☉ As soon as you do it, you can feel a cold metal slip into your finger and you open your eyes to see a metal ring with beautiful engravings on it

      ☉ “This is my promise ring to you. I promise that I’ll keep you safe, and that you’ll always someone so important to me.” He’d kiss your knuckles, “I love you, (Y/n).”

〄           ⤷ Norbara Kugisaki | 釘崎野薔薇 - - -

       ☉ It’s her time to shine

      ☉ Nobara wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead and greets you, “Good morning  sleepy head, planning on sleeping more?” 

      ☉ “Nobara, it’s only 7 o’clock...”

      ☉ “I don’t see the problem here, now let’s go get ready to get some breakfast down in Tokyo!”

      ☉  Nobara loves to spoil you a lot. It’s her way of showing her love for you, and acts of service 

      ☉ She’d take you to an expensive restaurant and even pay for the meal and take some selfie’s with you 

      ☉  “You look beautiful today, (Y/n).” She’d randomly say, and hold your hand and leans her head against your head/shoulders.

      ☉  She doesn’t have anything prepared, and sees this day just to absolute spoil you. 

      ☉  Oh? You want that? She’s got you. That one too? All covered.

      ☉  Since she doesn’t really have anything, she’ll sometimes sneak a purchase here and there to surprise you later on like some jewellery or chocolate 

      ☉ Seeing you happy really makes Nobara happy

      ☉ “Move ya’ pricks! We got bad bitches coming through!”

      ☉  She’s not really patient and sometimes hates the crowds that she needs to pass and will embarrass the two of you

      ☉ Nobara has been saving up for this moment because having a day dedicated to you and you being there with her makes her really happy

      ☉ If you try to get her things too, she’ll really appreciate it, but today, it’s all about you

      ☉  It doesn’t matter if you initiate her efforts, as long as you’re satisfied and happy, that’s the cost of everything that was completely worth it. 

      ☉ At night, she’ll do some skin care and think you’re adorable with the headband, the face mask, et cetera and end the day off with you two watching movies and eating some chocolate 

      ☉ Spending Valentine’s day is a bit tiring, but in the end, it’s worth it hehe

༺ Chef Note: Thank you for ordering! Please come again soon! Also, if you’re not noticing, when I post, it’s usually going to be two matchups and a headcanon/imagine that’s requested. 

[delicatewerewolfsoul]

Lean on me - Seo Changbin

–pairing: seo changbin x reader, bestfriend!chan with appearence of all the members

–genre: fluff, friends to lovers au

–word count: 3.1k

–synopsis: christmas day brought one extra, more special gift that what you wished for.

–for the with love christmas! christmas collab by @hanflix (thanks rue for letting me participate in this) 

You wake up today kind of late, one thought existing in your mind "one day till Christmas". Most people would be super hyper at that time of the year, yet you were kind of bitter this particular year. "Time to spend these two last weeks of this shitty year alone" You say as you stand up from your bed to start your day by making some coffee. You pour your coffee into a cup and you sigh at the warmth your hands feel.

It wasn't that you hated Christmas, actually, you really liked the warmth of the season and how happy and hopeful it made everything seem. This year thought, was a different year. You had finally moved out finally from your parents’ house, but making it difficult to get back this time of the year. "Let's hope these days won't suck as much as I think they will" you say, your coffee now already finished, as you now put it in the sink, ready to start any other activity you could think of to get your mind away from these thoughts. As you leave the kitchen, your phone starts ringing in your pocket. You take it out and smile as you see your bestie's name on it.

"Hey Chan, how are yo-" you say and before you can finish, he cuts you off saying "Get ready loser, me and Felix are on our way to get you". You furrow your eyebrows confused as to why they would even be coming to get you. “Wait, why are you coming to get me? Chan? Hello?” you take your phone away to look at it only to see that he hung up on you. “That loser, he didn’t even say where we’re going”.

You put on some warm clothes since you had no idea where you were actually going to go and what they even had on their mind and waited for them. After no more than 5 minutes you hear some knocking on your door. You open your door and come face to face with the two dorks you called your best friends standing in your doorstep with big grins on their faces that clearly indicated that they were plotting something.

“Felix, please help them get their clothes ready” says Chan and Felix quickly goes into your room, as they both actually knew where you were going, leaving you confused as to why these sudden things were happening.

“Well, I might have rented a cabin in the woods for the Christmas… And I’m getting you there even if you’ll say no”.

He knew that you didn’t want to be a bother to them, but he also knew how much you hated the fact that you had to spent the holidays alone, so with a little help of Minho, he found the perfect solution.

“Oh no, you didn’t have to” you say pouting feeling guilty, knowing that he must have lost loads of time searching to find the perfect place to go. He didn’t even have time for himself and he did this for you? You started thinking about it. There must be something you can do right?

“Is there anything I can do? Anything I can do at least? Let me help with something okay?” getting your bag out of Felix’s hands and Chan looks at him and then laughs at that, and he just pats he side of your arm and say smiling “You idiot, just being there with us is enough… The only favor I want is that you spend time with Changbin okay? He’s been whining that you avoid him”.  

Your mouth turns into a line after that comment as you think about it. Did you actually avoid him? Well, your feelings about him might were kind of complicated this time. You don’t remember avoiding though. Yes, your answers were delayed… and kind of cold, but you were sure it wasn’t on purpose.  You turn your head to side as you try to find what to say to Chan, with a guilty look on your face and he lets out a laugh at your expression and added like it was the simplest thing in the world while opening your front door “You have feelings for him don’t you?” and you clutch your hands around the straps of your backpack tightly out of nervousness since well, he wasn’t wrong.

Felix joins you both as you both after he closes the door to your apartment and places his arm around your shoulders adding “Just talk to him, you already know each other well, there’s no way you will embarrass yourself and who knows… Maybe something will happen” and turns to look at Chan with a weird smirk on his face that you choose to not pay much attention to it.

You get into the back of the car and put your things in, you notice the many grocery bags, and as the always curious bug you were, you turn to ask Chan about it. “Why are there so many grocery bags in here? It’s past lunch time” you say after looking at your watch, knowing very well that Minho wouldn’t let anything be late or have Jisung whining about the food being late.

Chan smiles as he starts the car and Felix says “There are actually are additions for tomorrow, because Minho was in a good mood and cooked more that we actually needed today… And of course, we had everything for today ready before coming to get you cause Jisung is unbearable without his food being ready in the right time” and you all laugh at that cause you both know how he gets and how funny it is to see that happen.

“Now you, curious baby, look outside, because the scenery is very nice and it’ll take us a while to get there” Chan says and turns on some Christmas music as you get into a forest, to get you all in the Christmas mood, and you’re in awe by the scenery: beautiful tall cypress trees, covered with snow, the deep green in contrast with the bright with the bright snow.

And just like that, while your attention was on the beautiful scenery you arrive at the little cabin. As Chan abruptly stops the car, you suddenly come back to reality.  “Wait are we here?” you say “Yes, isn’t it adorable?” Felix adds, super excited about their little discovery, super happy that they actually have time to get away from their stressful everyday life.

You take a look at the cabin and you gasp, astonished the little house in front of you. A little cabin made with dark wood, the tall trees around it making it look even smaller. You have to thank Chan about this. Your love for warm looking houses and the need to get away from your ordinary life, in search of solitude was very well known to everyone that you well enough, it felt like a fresh little wind blew into your life and you couldn’t get enough from it. You let your eyes take everything in, until your eyes land on the window and the reason why it landed there, makes you laugh.

Three pairs of eyes on you behind the glass of the window with smiles on their faces, their smiles getting even bigger as they notice you looking at them, making a motion to you to come in the cabin. You open the front door and you smile in content, the interior of the cabin being exactly as the way you though it would be: wooden walls, the warm light in the center of the room making everything golden and warmer and more festive that it already was. “Whoever decorated in here, did a really good job” you say without even realizing you said and Seungmin comes your way. “That would be me and thank you” he says as he pulls you in for quick hug “no one helped if you’re curious” you giggle at that because of course no one helped, since Seungmin probably had a specific plan on his head about how everything would be. As you pull away from him, you feel a pair of arms around you and you instantly hug that person back.

“Hi Jisung, long time no see” you smile as you pull away and greet the other members noticing that the boy you’ve been looking forward seeing the most, was missing. “Wait, where’s Changbin?” you ask looking around in the room.

“He’s in the kitchen with Minho, probably stressing out about the cookies we left them bake” says Felix and you make your way towards the kitchen, curious about what they made. As you enter the kitchen you start at the way Changbin looks, forgetting every bit of nervousness you had before. He was standing there in a santa apron, taking of cookies from the pan, while Mihno was behind him with an elf apron on, putting some cookies in the oven.

“It looks like you’re having fun here” you point out, and Changbin’s eyes shoot up to look at you his whole face lighting up, taking off his apron on and opens up his arms as he comes closer, giving you a big hug. “I’m happy you’re here” he says next to your ear, and you panic, feeling your heartbeat getting faster and try to collect yourself so you can answer to him. “I’m happy to see you too, it’s been so long right?” you say and then pull away, starting to walk towards the living room where the other guys were located.

“Right, I haven’t see you since last month, but I’m happy that you’re spending Christmas with us today… About today, Felix planned a Christmas movie for all of us to watch and then we’re probably get some sleep hopefully to get ready for the party tomorrow” she says and plops down on the couch. You sit next to him, and continue talking until all the guys join you on the couch, and you feel yourself getting squeezed between Changbin and Jeongin, your whole side touching Changbin, and only that was making you forget how to breathe. He was so close to you, you could feel his warmth, his smell, making you dizzy,

After some minutes, probably sensing how uncomfortable you felt, he tries to smoothly put his around your arms, making you snuggle into him and your eyes turn wide open at the action and you glance towards Chan in panic, to find him already looking at you both, smirking at you both, and at that you remember what Felix said before you left the house and that gives you a pinch of confidence, so you push yourself closer to his side, and you look up at him, and you think you can see a tint of pink on his cheeks as he shyly smiles back at you but you turn to continue watching the movie.

As the movie ends you, Felix closes the TV in front of you and the boys begin to stretch out their limps and you stand up to clean up the bowls from the popcorn you’ve been eating, not being able to stay still, thinking the fact that you stayed in the arms of Seo Changbin for 3 hours.

“Are we gonna do anything else or are you too tired?” says Chan, tiredness evident on his voice and the boys faces. “To be honest, I really want to sleep” says and Jeongin and stands up, the other maknae line following him as well.

“What about you y/n?” says Minho, looking at you. “I think I might stay up a little, I had a really good nap before” you say and the boys agree. “Umm... I think I’ll stay up a little bit longer” says Changbin while rubbing the back of his neck looking at Chan.

“Oh really, why Changbin?” Jisung says with his usual teasing voice. Changbin tenses up, and looks at Jisung with wide, terrified eyes stuttering out a really awkward “because I’m not sleepy of course, haha, why else?” he says and glances your way, to see if you understand anything. You on the other hand were in your own world, thinking still thinking about the fact that in a few minutes, you would be alone with Changbin in the living room, not even noticing a bit of the little crisis that was happening in the other room.

You wash the left-over dishes and walk towards the living room, to see him sitting with his back towards you, on the fluffy white carpet in front of the lit fireplace. As he hears your steps, he turns around and pats the space next to him, asking you silently to join him on the floor. As you plop down, he puts the blanket he had on him, around you as well “Chan gave it to me, said it mind be better if we have it, so yeah” he says and then you both fall in a kind of awkward silence, smiling foolishly at yourselves to the fact that you’re sitting next to each other, feeling like you are teenagers all over again.

“I had a good with all of you today” you start slowly, playing with your fingers trying to follow Felix’s advice, to see if something will actually happen. “It was nice having you here as well, it’s been so long since we last had you around, it was kind of lonely without you” he says hesitantly not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. You smile as you continue to share your thoughts “I thought I would be super alone this Christmas without my parents and now it’s turning into a such a beautiful new adventure, I really like it” you say and Changbin smiles and answers “I’m really glad you like it” and then instantly tenses as he feels your head on his shoulder.

A lot of thoughts cross his mind as he’s waiting for any sign that you’re awake. Did they fall asleep and that quick? Can a person actually fall asleep that quickly? After a few minutes, he sighs, being sure that had in fact had fallen asleep, and starts talking to himself.

“Ughh y/n, I feel so stupid right now. I thought this would b the perfect moment to tell you my feelings, to finally show you my heart, to actually tell you how much I wish you were mine, ho much I want to wake up to your face every morning, make you breakfast even if I suck at it”. Meanwhile you were frozen in place as you heard him, not knowing what to do, cause all of this happened because the back of your neck was hurting and decided to rest it for a bit on his shoulder, and felt content with that position that you didn’t want to move. Now you felt bad for the boy that was pouring out his heart at you, believing that you were asleep where in fact you were awake.

“I really wish I could find sooner the courage to tell you how beautiful you looked that day Chan introduced you to us. You smiled at me and I swear it felt like the sun smiled at me” he says and you snort at the last part, not being able to control yourself, as you never waited him to say something so cheesy.

As he hears the snort, he turns to look at you confused and he freaks out as he sees that you’re awake “I’m sorry, but that was super cheesy, I didn’t think you had in you” you say and in his panic state, he tries to say sorry for everything  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were okay – you probably don’t feel the same way as I do and that’s totally fine, we can keep being friends, you totally don’t have to feel b-“ he says and stops as he feels something soft on his lips.

“You fool, I feel exactly the same as you, I thought you would notice, I was painfully obvious, Seungmin kept teasing me for being awkward around you, same as Chan did” you say and smile at his astonished face, as he looked into your eyes, still not sure if what he’s hearing is right.

“Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?” he asks, wanting to make sure he’s hearing right. “Of course I do, I would never lie about my feelings” you say and he looks at yours eyes, the warm light from fireplace illuminating your face, and the fairy lights from the Christmas tree next to you making everything ten times more romantic and before he can stop himself, his lips are on yours, kissing you slowly, emotions all over the place, happiness evident on both you, with his hand securely holding your jaw.

You pull away, and he keeps looking at your face, taking in your features, while caressing your cheek affectionally, as if he afraid that you’ll fade away. “I didn’t think I’ll be able to do it, I felt such a coward but I’m really glad it turned out this way” he says, a small face on his face, and you smile at him.

“We’re such morons, we could be together since a long time ago, but we just kept focusing in our own feelings to even notice what the other felt” you and say and you both laugh at that. “I’m really glad that from now own you’ll be my partner, it feels like a dream” he smiles and takes you in his arms.

“Btw, did you really think I was asleep before?” you laugh and he pouts, “you know, you seemed asleep, I don’t know”. Well, to his defense Chan had mentioned before that if you feel comfortable enough, you might fall asleep in seconds, so how could you ask that?

“I want to thank you for something though” you say and he looks at you “What for?” he says, not really paying attention. “Well, for being my Christmas gift this year” you smile at him and he laughs, covering his face. “And you call me cheesy” he says pulls you to the ground.

Bonus: In the morning Minho and Chan walk down the stairs calmly, while holding a conversation about the schedule for that day. They both smile at the sight on the living room floor, you two sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms, the white blanket around your bodies, the fire in the fireplace long gone. Chan turns to Minho and says “Told you it would work”

a/n: big thanks to @curanonemu for helping me with the idea of the fic, and giving me inspiration, thanks bud. Also big thanks to @n8dlesoupguk & @cotccotc​ for keeping me sane while I was writing this, lol. Love you all 💖

[honey-dewey]

Random Dewey Finn headcanons (?) I came up with while eating my breakfast

Before Dewey wanted to be a big rock star, he wanted to be an astronaut. 

His aunt gave him his first guitar for his 10th birthday, thus sparking his love of rock music. 

One of the major reasons he never quit music was because of that aunt. She passed away early, and was constantly the only member of his family that truly believed in him. 

Dewey’s mum was kind of absent, so he was raised primarily by his dad. 

Dewey and Ned met on the first day of high school, and were inseparable for all four years. 

Despite both of them liking both, Dewey likes Star Wars more, while New prefers Star Trek. They have debates of epic proportion over which of these preferences is better. Dewey somehow always wins. 

One of the reasons Ned let Dewey live with him is because Dewey is an amazing cook. He never eats what he makes though. 

His specialty is breakfast foods

While he may be an amazing home cook, he’s an even better baker. 

Dewey is highly sensitive to textures, especially food and fabrics. 

Because of this, he rarely tries new foods, sticking to a decently firm schedule. (He really likes hard boiled eggs) 

It’s also why he likes sweater vests. The actual sweater doesn’t touch his skin, but he can rub his hands up and down the knit when he gets overwhelmed. 

He’s also sensitive to criticism. Along with that, he cries easily. 

After the whole School of Rock incident, Dewey did some quick online classes on teaching. When a music teacher position at Horace Green opened up, he was the first one contacted to fill it. 

During SoR shows, Dewey has a tendency to get very hyped, and this eventually leads to a collapse, usually on the bus ride home. It happened once on stage, where he just went still and quiet all of a sudden and then began to panic. 

All of his kids know exactly what to do during his collapses. 

They made him (yes made him) a stress doll. It weighs about twenty pounds and looks like a panda. They lay it across Dewey’s chest and let him lie down on a blanket. The kids then surround him to make a protective barrier. It’s a very effective method. 

It took almost thirty years for Dewey to get diagnosed with mild autism, anxiety, ADD, and seasonal depression. His mother was a firm believer that mental illness was a hoax. 

He did try and take medication for it, right when he started teaching full-time. It made him nauseous and tired and so unlike himself that he quit after three months, a decision that was fully backed by his students. 

He eventually did go back and get a new prescription for his ADD. It works surprisingly well and doesn’t make him act any less like himself. 

This isn’t even a Headcanon. It’s straight up actual canon from the Broadway.com Stick it to the Man video! Dewey stims! He knocks his wrists together and does the raptor hands! (I don’t think his hands were truly by his side at any point during the entire show) He taps his feet and shakes his hands! His facial expressions are always on 10 and he scronches his face when he’s excited! His head go bop! He’s a stimming Boi!

Also have you ever seen a neurotypical person dress like that? Ever? Nope. Sweater vests and jeans and sneakers (that look like heelys) is not a neurotypical outfit. 

Dewey doesn’t like rainy weather, nor does he like the cold bite of winter. He has a heater and a happy light in his classroom for rainy and/or cold days. 

His favorite season is fall. He really really likes to step on leaves and hear that satisfying crunch. 

Dewey also has a weakened immune system, and is pretty vigilant about his health. He takes vitamins and vitamin D supplements, and yet always ends up with some kind of illness in winter. Despite this, he refuses to get any kind of flu shot. 

Dewey’s list of phobias includes: needles, heights, clowns, and the dark. 

He’s dead terrified of the dentist. Ned has to practically drag him every time. It’s not even that he has poor dental hygiene or has actual odontophobia, he just hates the experience. The combination of strong smells and uncomfortable touches and horrible noises overwhelms him so much. 

For much of the same reasons as his hatred of the dentist, Dewey dreads getting his hair cut. Social interaction mixed with weird feelings on his surprisingly sensitive head and the constant background noise and the hair spray-y smell make it an experience Dewey’s hated since childhood. Now, Ned usually cuts Dewey’s hair because he’s really not picky about how it looks, and Ned knows exactly how to go about the job without causing Dewey to hyperventilate and cry. 

He uses a night light! It’s the fun kind that projects stars on the ceiling. 

Dewey is the king of field trips. He’s always just as eager as the kids to go, and he loves to learn niche facts. His favorite field trip location is the aquarium. 

Dewey quit drinking after his 23rd birthday, when he blacked out and woke up in some random girl’s bed. She promised they didn’t do it, but ever since then, he’s terrified it’ll happen again. 

Speaking of which, Dewey’s a virgin. 

Once, one of Dewey’s female students came to him and said an older man was following her to and from school every day. Dewey was later suspended from work for a week for punching a man and putting him in the hospital. Once they knew why, the school board unanimously decided not to punish him. 

Dewey absolutely insists all of his kids call him Dewey and not Mr. Finn. 

He’s the most supportive teacher in the entire school. He’s got name tags on every desk with each kid’s preferred name and pronouns. When Billy comes out as non-binary, he makes the pronoun switch immediately and puts a beautiful stained glass-esque progress pride flag in one of his windows. 

Someone hatefully vandalized said pride art project and Dewey actually cried. His kids all banded together to make a new one. 

Sometimes, the kids purposefully ask Dewey to sing certain things because his voice gets so damn tender and beautiful, as opposed to the usual bombastic singing they’re used to. (Think like. Some of the 35MM songs) 

Dewey has a routine with his drinks throughout the day. Two cups of coffee in the morning, one at home and one at work. One water bottle before lunch and one after lunch. A Gatorade or some other fitness drink after school, usually during band practice to make up for how sweaty he gets. And one cup of lavender citrus tea with extra honey after dinner. 

He broke his only water bottle about four months into teaching full-time and started to use a plastic one every day. Ned decided that wouldn’t do, and got him a Mandalorian water bottle. Dewey loves it to bits. 

Dewey doesn’t celebrate any one version of a holiday. He’s equal opportunity for any and all holidays, but he grew up Jewish. That doesn’t stop him from helping Ned put up his Christmas tree every year. Nor does it stop him from celebrating Yule with his online friends. 

Despite being Jewish and mainly celebrating their holidays, Dewey loves Christmas music and starts playing it as soon as he can. The kids dare him to hit those ridiculous Mariah Carey high notes in All I Want For Christmas. He does it. 

He also once sang ‘Little Drummer Boy’ to his kids the day before holiday break. He only played his guitar softly and by the time he was done, each and every kid was fast asleep. (He played Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer as well) 

Dewey absolutely collects soft blankets. He has four halloween ones, two Tim Burton ones (a Beetlejuice and a Corpse Bride), eight winter holiday blankets, and three miscellaneous. He brought them all into class once and built a blanket fort to teach his kids about ancient civilization. 

Speaking of which, his teaching methods are unorthodox at best, and at worst downright crazy. But he always teaches and he always makes it memorable. His class has the highest test scores in the school. 

Dewey usually teaches using music or hands on activities. He plays soft background music during every class no matter the circumstances, and said screw the building’s lights and uses primarily lamps and strings of Christmas lights. 

He also kind of forgets that he teaches essentially middle school, and he swears every so often when he’s super passionate. Like when he taught the kids about the US Presidents and called Andrew Jackson a racist bitch and Richard Nixon a lying bastard. 

After getting bullied throughout all of high school, Dewey came to terms with what his body looked like, and now he really doesn’t care. (He did have a lot of fun smashing the scale his mother got him for his birthday once) 

Dewey was supposed to teach his kids about mental illness for a suicide prevention thing the school did, but got about halfway through before he had a breakdown and the kids declared the rest of the day a bust. They watched cute animated movies instead of learning for the rest of the school day. 

Speaking of animated movies, Dewey really loves Studio Ghibli. 

The first time one of his kids called him ‘Dad’ he cried. Then they kept doing it and now he’s had to accept that he’s basically a father to about 30 11-year-olds. 

If you ask any kid in the school who their favorite teacher is, they will not hesitate to answer ‘Mr. Finn.’ Even if they aren’t in his class, he’s their favorite. 

Dewey’s classroom is always open for lunch. It’s quiet and calm, usually with a movie going in the background. 

He also stays after school for about an hour every day, helping kids with homework. He hates math with a passion but that didn’t stop him from trying to figure out Katie’s math homework with her. 

Even at home, Dewey cannot stand the quiet. He either has his headphones on or the radio going. Silence just isn’t an option. 

Dewey once got pneumonia and tried to come in to work anyway. The kids made him go home. He didn’t really put up much of a fight. 

The first instrument Dewey ever learned to play was the piano. He started to learn when he was super young, and that was how he learned how to read music. His kids didn’t even know he knew how to play until they walked in on him practicing one day. 

Dewey says ‘fuck gender roles’ and wears the girl’s skirts to a few SoR concerts. He likes the way it makes his legs look. 

Some jerk parents constantly tried to get Dewey in trouble for months because they didn’t like him and thought he wasn’t ‘high class’ enough for their kid’s education. Dewey was so stunned when they showed up during one of his classes that he couldn’t speak and just started to cry. Said student stood up and called their parents out. Two days later, those parents were off the school board. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the spectrum, Dewey found out a new kid he’d received was being abused at home because they weren’t getting high enough grades and he yelled at the kid’s parents in front of all the other staff members. 

Essentially, Dewey can’t defend himself at all, but will not hesitate to protect his kids. 

Dewey has said multiple times he would die for his kids. He’s always 100% serious, especially during lockdown drills. 

Once, the school had a lockdown that wasn’t a drill, and Dewey managed to keep his entire class silent and calm while mentally preparing himself to lay his life down for his kids. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. 

Dewey’s also said he’d seriously consider adopting any of the kids if their at-home situation was that bad. 

When he finally could, Dewey moved out of Ned’s house and into his own cramped loft apartment. He’s in love with the apartment, even though it’s tiny and kinda smells. 

Dewey has almost no concept of volume control. He’s slightly deaf from constantly doing very loud shows and sometimes shouts because he thinks that’s a normal speaking volume. 

As one of, if not the actual, youngest teachers at the school, Dewey is universally adored by the rest of the staff. It took a while for all of them to get on board with him, but now they all really like him. 

Dewey’s favorite fruit is pomegranate. There’s just something super cathartic about cutting into a pomegranate and slowly de-seeding it. Plus, it tastes super good. But he only likes them if he can de-seed them himself. 

One of the ways Dewey grounds himself is by pressing things to his mouth. He usually just puts his hand up on his face or the end of a pen in his mouth, but whenever he has a blanket, one corner is up against his lips. The same goes for stuffed animals. They’re always against his face. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. 

[rainandhotchocolate]

Coffee and Books

A/N it’s day TWO FOLKS - this is a coffee shop au kind of thing, super fluffy, literally just fluff. and fluff. anyway enjoy the fluff xx

Sirius watched as Y/N heaved the large packaged box through the front door of Grub Street Books as he absentmindedly washed a large glass over and over again in his hands.

“Stop staring you freak,” James elbowed him, grinning as Sirius had to stumble forwards to avoid breaking the glass in his hands.

“I wasn’t staring,” He grumbled, giving another quick glance out the window and across to where Y/N had been standing. She was gone. Sirius looked away quickly, trying to look busy stacking up the rest of the glasses on top of the coffee machine before the 6am rush. James was babbling behind him about his latest attempt to get one of their regulars, Lily, a pretty redhead who ordered 3 shots of coffee and sat working on her computer furiously for hours on end. He nodded along slowly, ducking under the counter to grab more glasses.

“Uh hello?”

A voice came from above the counter, making Sirius jump and bang his head on the shelf.

“Oh hi, hello, oh hey!” Sirius brushed his hair out of his face, surprised to see Y/N standing in front of him, smiling expectantly.

They both spoke simultaneously.

“You’re not usually in this early.”

“Could I grab a strong three-quarter latte?”

“Oh sorry, of course, I normally prepare regulars orders in advance so it will just take a few minutes.” Sirius backtracked, feeling his cheeks flush as he spoke over her again.

“Oh, we are trialling opening earlier to get people walking to work,” Y/N laughed loudly, a throaty sound that made her whole-body shake. Sirius had a pang in his chest as he heard it and struggled to not lean on his forearm and watch her.

“Ok so mornings don’t suit either of us then,” Y/N breathed out a final laugh, smiling brightly at him. Sirius was desperately trying to calm his heart doing acrobatics in his chest.

“Yeah,” He smiled back at her, “You’d think I’d be much better since I do this every day.”

“Perhaps you need some coffee,” She winked and moved to the other side of the counter where patrons usually waited for food. Sirius went to reply but instead opened and closed his mouth before moving towards the coffee machine, cursing internally. James sniggered from behind him as he poured out a double shot and tried to ignore him.

“Oh, shut up, you can’t get a date to save your life,” He hissed in response, but instead of putting James out, his grin grew wider.

“Just you wait, you’ll be at our wedding,” James replied, pushing Sirius forwards and towards where Y/N was walking, “Talk to her.”

“What do I say?”

“Anything!”

“Did you get your haircut?” Sirius called towards Y/N who had turned around to wave goodbye and stopped clumsily to hear him.

“Oh,” She reached out and felt the edge of her hair, “Yeah, I put some colour in it.”

“It’s…nice.”

“Thanks, it was due for a change,” She smiled at him, still twirling her finger through her hair, “uh, so see you.”

“Yeah,” Sirius waved at her, turning to face the counter and putting his head directly onto it.

“That was not smooth,” Sirius raised his head to see Lily standing in front of him, a smirk playing on her lips as she pulled off her large winter coat.

“Shut up, Miss workaholic, I’m yet to see you make conversation with any potential dates,” Sirius glared at her, placing a glass underneath the coffee machine where James had begun making her order but became periodically distracted with her dark green, figure hugging sweater.

“You have yet to see me outside this café, I do well enough thanks,” Lily winked at Sirius, taking the glass of triple expresso and taking her regular spot at the counter. At first, Sirius had wondered why she bothered sitting at the counter when she seemed to seethe at James’ general existence and constant attempts to ask her out on a date, but he’d soon seen the soft smiles she gave when James wasn’t looking, mostly when the next door neighbours kids came in and he gave them all babycinos with different little pictures in the milk and chatted with them as they stared up at him with awe.

“She is right, that was awful.”

“Yeah thanks mate, that definitely needed to be said,” Sirius grumbled, turning on his hospitality smile, the one that always got him extra tips, and facing the queue of early morning customers who had begun to trek into the café, leaving a trail of wet snow and rain at the entrance.

The day was a long one, it always seemed to get significantly busier when the holidays began, customers wanting a warm drink and to stare at the cold weather from the large glass windows. Sirius was happy for the distraction, wanting to completely forget he ever spoke to Y/N like an absolute prat and focus on the regulars instead. Lily stayed later than usual, still tapping away loudly at her computer when James and Sirius had begun closing up, James humming jingle bells (which had been blasting through the speakers all afternoon) as he mopped the floors.

“I’ve seen you with other customers,” Lily said suddenly, not looking up at Sirius. Sirius had semi-forgotten she was there as he cleaned out the coffee machine and turned to her in surprise.

“What?”

“I’ve seen you chatting to other customers, girls who come through, you could flirt the panties off an old lady.”

“Did I ever tell you how charming you are?” Sirius rolled his eyes, deflecting her insinuation. He knew he was a bit of a flirt; it was something he’d learnt from his parents. Dress well, compliment something specific, plaster a shit-eating grin on your face, and people will trust you. It was automatic at this point, having worked in hospitality for the last 5 years it was ingrained into his system, and as much as he’d rather not thank is parents for anything, it had definitely gotten him a few good nights.

Lily sighed at him, finally closing her laptop and leaning over the counter. Her bright green eyes were a little mesmerising as she glared up at him. Sirius had the sudden thought that perhaps James made her mad just to see this look.

“You get at least one phone number a day, and you can’t even have a fucking conversation with this girl? What’s the deal?”

Sirius continued cleaning the coffee machine, ignoring her continued stare and irritating silence. He groaned, putting down the large bottle of detergent.

“I actually like her, ok? Its like my whole body shuts down when she’s around and I become this… blithering idiot of a human being.”

Lily suddenly broke into a huge smile. Sirius gave her a suspicious look.

“What…”

“Sirius is in love!” Lily cried, her smile somehow getting wider, eyes twinkling up at him. The noise caught the attention of James who was still humming the same three lines of jingle bells. He skipped up to the counter, leaning against it and looking similarly up at Sirius.

“I’m sorry, do repeat that for me, would you?” James put his hands under his chin and crooked his head. Sirius wanted to swipe out a hand and make his hands fall out from underneath him.

“This little immature boy is in love!” Lily said again, without a hint of sarcasm towards James, still grinning. It took James a second to realise that she wasn’t making a snipe at him.

“I -uh, oh!” James’ eyes flickered between Lily and Sirius, hiding his confusion terribly. Lily ignored him regardless, beginning to pack her things back into her large tote bag.

“Just talk to her, pick a subject to ask her about or something, it’s sad seeing you so… well desperate,” Lily gave him a slightly apologetic look before standing up, “Alright, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.

James watched her as she walked out of the café, already on her phone.

“Ok, she’s in love with me,” James lifted his arms up, fists clenched, a look of triumph plastered on his face.

“She was nice to you one time, and that’s your conclusion?”

“You’ve got to have hope, my poor lost in love friend,” James patted his shoulder sagely. Sirius twisted around and pushed him off playfully.

“I’ll kill you,” Sirius grabbed his oversized trench coat and gloves, starting to turn off all the lights as James followed suit.

“You couldn’t live without me,” James made kissing noises, dodging out of the way as Sirius swung towards his ribs.

They locked up and began walking towards their apartment three streets over. The wind was howling now, making the trees lined up across the street sway dangerously over the power lines. Sirius pulled his coat tighter around him, forcing himself to keep looking forwards instead of flicking his eyes back to see if the light was still on in Y/N’s store. I wonder if she is by herself-

“You’ve got the keys, mate,” James nudged him, looking expectantly at the front door they were now standing in front of, pulling Sirius out of his thoughts.

“Right, right,” He replied absent-mindedly, pulling out the large set of keys he kept on hand and finding the right one to bring them into the warmth of their home. They’d lived together ever since school finished, even though James’ parents lived two suburbs over in a huge terrace house near Hyde Park. Whilst James was one of the messiest people Sirius’ had ever come across, and possibly had no idea how to cook anything other than omelettes and stir-fry’s, they’d yet to get into a proper argument that wasn’t just about Sirius distracting James when they were playing FIFA. Which is likely why Sirius’ cranky mood sparked James’ interest.

“What is wrong,” He elongated each vowel, trailing after Sirius who had thrown his coat across the couch and began thumping his way into his bedroom, “Is it just about this girl? What’s her name, Y/N? You really weren’t that bad this morning.”

“Can you just, please, leave me alone for a minute,” Sirius kept his voice calm, not wanting James to start prodding him with his bony fingers.

“Alright, alright,” He put his hands up in defeat, “I’m ordering Indian if you want some.”

Sirius grunted a yes, kicking off his boots outside his room and laying face forward on the bed. Idiot idiot idiot.

Y/N had started working at the shop next door a nearly a year ago now, replacing the previous manager who had come into Sirius & James’ café every morning and complained that their service was too slow. She’d come in and introduced herself, and Sirius dropped a whole tray of saltshakers across the floor. He wasn’t quite sure what it was that made him so nervous. Maybe it was way her smile took over her whole face, crinkling her nose and making her eyes close-up slightly and her dimples show. Or the parade of brightly coloured coats she seemed to own that seemed to both clash and go with what she was wearing all at once. Or when he’d asked her about her favourite books and her eyes lit up like a child and her voice got louder and louder when she spoke about her favourite characters. Or perhaps it was because she was god damned pretty.

Sirius groaned into his pillow as James called out that food had arrived, joining him on the couch in silence. After a moment, James turned to face Sirius, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Do you… do you think that Lily actually likes me… just like, as a person?” James said earnestly.

“I…” Sirius was thrown a little of guard, a spoonful of dahl still in his mouth. He swallowed quickly, “I mean, yeah, I think so. I think she just doesn’t really like when you act like a twat around her.”

“Mm,” James turned back to his food, looking pensive. Sirius thumbed the spoon he was holding a little awkwardly.

“You just need to stop harassing her, act like a normal human being. She always watches you with other customers, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, I’m not going to make shit up to make you feel better,” Sirius gave him a smile, shoving him slightly.

“Y/N watches you too you know. When you’re making her coffee, she basically can’t take her eyes off you.”

“Mm,” Sirius kept his face neutral but could feel his heart rate spiking.

“Anyway, want to play FIFA?”

The next morning snow had begun to fall heavily, wind banging against the windows of James and Sirius’ apartment. James was huddled around a bowl of hot porridge as Sirius came into the kitchen to grab some breakfast before they made their way to the café.

“Are people even going to come today, it’s so bloody cold,” James groaned, watching the snow fall outside the window.

“You know it will be stupidly busy,” Sirius muttered, rubbing his eyes. He felt like he’d barely slept, going over what he could have said, should have said, to Y/N. James groaned again, leaning back into their large brown armchair.

The snow had become slush, and made what was normally a 5-minute walk, 15. Reaching the corner of the street Sirius noticed a small figure huddled out the front of the café, wrapped in a large deep red coat, head dipped to avoid the wind. When the figure noticed the two boys, they looked up, giving them a warm smile and making Sirius want to melt into the pavement once he realised it was Y/N.

“Hey!” She called out, standing up and brushing the snowflakes off her shoulders. James pushed Sirius in front of him as they reached the front door.

“Uh, hey! What are you doing here? I mean, not in a bad way, it’s great that you’re here, but like it’s cold a-“Sirius shut up with another kick from James.

“Yeah, sorry, I’ve been locked out,” she grimaced, dancing on the spot a little to keep warm as James unlocked the door. Sirius had the urge to wrap his arms around her. James pushed the door open and let her in with a smile, turning into a go and fucking talk to her glare when Sirius reached the doorway.

“What happened?” Sirius gave James a scowl in response and followed Y/N into the café.

“The lovely owner decided to change all the locks last night. She said there would be a spare key in the letterbox but there is nothing,” Y/N huffed, pulling off her coat and gloves, rubbing her hands together to warm them up, “I’m so glad you guys are here early, I have to wait for her to come in and knowing her it will be at least another hour.”

“You’re lucky it’s snowing out, we normally leave a lot later,” James grinned at her, pushing Sirius over from the coffee machine so that he could make her coffee and force Sirius into talking instead.

“That’s why I’m here early too, anticipated falling over at least 4 times on the way over,” Y/N turned her smile on Sirius, her y/e/c eyes gazing into his.

“So, you, uh, live near here as well then?”

“Yeah! Just around the corner, moved closer when I got the job. Where do you live?”

“About three blocks away, with James.”

“Oh wow, what’s it like working and living together?” Y/N laughed, and Sirius’ stomach jolted.

“Haven’t killed him yet, so not awful,” Sirius grinned back at her, leaning against the counter.

“I just moved into a place by myself, I’m still not sure if I like having no roommates or not, but at least I’m not cleaning every fucking afternoon,” She shook her head, turning her smile on James as he handed her the mug of coffee.

“You’re telling me! This one doesn’t know how to do his own laundry,” Sirius pointed at James who looked affronted.

“What! How old are you? How can you not know how to do laundry!” Y/N’s smile grew wider as they fell into easy conversation about James’ lack of ability to function without his family.

A loud alarm went off on Sirius’ phone, making both Sirius and Y/N jump.

“Oh shit, we need to open shop,” Sirius swore, rushing to grab the coffee from the storeroom as James finished setting up each table and swung around the open sign.

Lily was the first through the door, grumbling about being stuck in the cold for an extra 2 minutes than she’d planned this morning. She stopped short when she saw Y/N sitting on the counter, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Hello there,” Lily dropped her bag next to Y/N and held out a hand, “I’m Lily.”

“Oh, Y/N. Are you a regular here?” Y/N glanced at Sirius who had stared on Lily’s order and nodded.

“You could say that, so you’re the Y/N who works across the road yes? At the bookstore?”

“Uh, yes,” Y/N breathed out a laugh, “Have you been in before?”

“Once or twice,” Lily gave Sirius a mischievous smile, ignoring his eyes flashing at her.

Sirius went to interrupt them but a line had formed behind the counter and the first customer had begun tapping obnoxiously on the linoleum floors.

“Sorry, been a bit of a mess this morning, what can I get for you?”

The morning rush, as Sirius predicted, was worse than usual, with many people using their café as an excuse to get out of the cold for a few minutes. Sirius watched out of the corner of his eye Y/N and Lily continue to chat, giggling to each other every few minutes. He felt sick, what was she telling her.

Finally, the crowd eased, and Sirius turned back to where Y/N and Lily had been sitting to find some excuse to steal Y/N away, but she was gone. He stared at the spot momentarily, Lily having already pulled out her laptop and was tapping away aggressively, before he heard a small cough in front of him.

“Sirius?” Y/N had pulled on her coat and was standing in front of him.

“Oh hey, I thought you’d left-“But Y/N interrupted before Sirius could embarrass himself further.

“Lily was telling me that you were having trouble finding a new book to read, you should come by after work, I’ll grab you some new books,” Y/N smiled brightly, grabbing her coat and waving goodbye to James.

“Oh, yeah, that sounds good,” Sirius beamed, waving her off into the snow. His heart was in his throat. What just happened?

“Success!” Lily looked over her laptop, having obviously just eaves dropped on their entire conversation, grinning at him.

“What did you do?”

“Exactly what she said, that you were looking for a good read,” Lily shrugged, “It’s really not that hard when she’s so clearly into you.”

Sirius scowled at her but couldn’t help feeling a slightly bit grateful for her intervention.

“Also, where’s James today? He hasn’t annoyed me once, I was worried he might have died,” Lily returned to her laptop, but Sirius was sure he didn’t miss the flush that hit her cheeks.

“Oh, he’s around, perhaps he’s realised you’re not interested,” Sirius winked at her.

The rest of the day seemed to drag, each minute to 6pm ticking along so slowly Sirius swore that the clocks had stopped multiple times throughout the day. Finally, the last customer had left, and Sirius had begun biting his nails whilst he wiped the counter down again.

“Oh my god, go Sirius, before you go insane,” James grabbed the towel from his hands and swapped it with his trenchcoat, “Come on.”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius swatted him away, pulling on the coat, pausing when he reached the door, “Are you sure you can close down everything by yourself?”

“Stop stalling you freak, go.”

Sirius gave him a grimace as James gave him the finger and indicated for him to leave again. Wrapping the Trenchcoat around himself he stepped into the bracing wind, watching carefully for cars before running across the road to Grub Street Books. The lights were still on, but Y/N had turned the open sign around to deter any customers. He knocked on the door, feeling supremely awkward about knocking on the door of a store, watching as Y/N looked up from what she was reading and smiled, bounding down from the sales desk to meet him.

“You came!” She ushered him in, closing the door quickly to keep out the cold.

“Well you know, can’t turn down free books,” Sirius breathed out a laugh watching her move back to the desk.

“Who said they were free?”

“Oh, I’m sorry I just presumed, I – “

“I’m kidding,” Y/N laughed, and Sirius felt himself let go of the breath he was holding. Get a grip, Black.

“Sorry, I’m a bit all over the place today,” He met her at the desk, “So what books can you recommend me?”

“Well I might need a bit of help on your end, given there’s about 20 billion books out there. What are you into?”

“Thrillers, mostly. A bit of sci-fi?” Sirius pulled a hand through his hair, enjoying watching Y/N’s eyes trail his hands before meeting his.

“Ok, I can work with that, give me a second,” She slipped away towards the bookshelves, humming something Sirius couldn’t quite make out. Sirius leaned against the counter, trying to avoid biting his nails. The store was small, but in a quaint way that felt like you could sit in the corner and read for hours without realising it. Sirius had only been in a few times, given that the previous manager was a dick, and his working hours usually overlapped, but he noticed that Y/N had put up a couple of large posters of classic rock bands along the walls.

“So, there’s three I can think of right now that I reckon, you’ll like,” Y/N came out of the shadows holding three, very large books.

“Three is plenty, I’m a very slow reader,” Sirius grinned as she came and displayed them in front of him, standing by his side. Sirius couldn’t help but wonder how easy it would be to just slip his hand on the small of her back, or into her fingers. He could feel her body heat radiating into his shoulder, her hair inches away from his.

“Well I’ve read this one,” She pointed to the largest, a book called Dune with a sunset colour across the front cover, “it is quite long because it’s like multiple books in one? But definitely worth the read.”

She turned to gauge his reaction, her face suddenly inches from his. Sirius swallowed hard, desperately trying to avoid glancing down at her perfectly shaped, soft pink lips…

“Uh, yeah… that one sounds… good,” Sirius breathed out slowly, still watching her closely. Y/N hadn’t moved either, keeping her eyes latched on his. Fuck it.

He leaned slightly closer, his heartbeat getting louder and louder in his chest as he breathed in the smell of her shampoo and watched her inch close to him as well. His hand crept around her hips and pulled her in suddenly, pressing his lips softly against hers. She leaned into him, placing her arms around his neck as they moved slowly together.

Sirius pulled away first, feeling exceedingly giddy, looking down at her with a goofy smile.

“I was sort of hoping you would do that,” She breathed out, smiling up at him as well.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I was worried I’d have to get out the mistletoe,” Y/N smirked, still leaning in close to his chest.

“I actually have something else I wanted to ask you,” Sirius murmured, loving the feeling of her stomach pressed up against him, his arms around her waist.

“Is that so?”

“Did you want to get dinner sometime?”

“No.”

“Oh, I- “

“Not some time, what about tonight,” Y/N bit her lip, still smirking at him.

“Give me a heart attack why don’t you,” Sirius closed his eyes, shaking his head at her as he barked out a laugh.

“So, you free?”

“As a bird.”

“You definitely need to read more if that’s what you’re going with,” Y/N laughed again, a little nervously. Sirius wanted to revel in it, the slight hitch in her breathing as she looked up at him.

“You’re probably right.” Sirius wasn’t smiling now, but watching her, standing in front of him.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just… very beautiful.”

Y/N flushed a bright red.

“Well that’s a bit better,” She ducked her head, but Sirius lifted up again with his hand and leaned in to kiss her once more.

“So, dinner?” He said softer now, his forehead leaning against hers.

“Dinner.”

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Meeting and Dating Randy

(Not my gif)(requested by @westanimagines )

(I tried my best with the few scenes we had of him <3)

- You meet Randy when you get a job at the grocery store. You get introduced to the butcher and pretty much everyone else during your first break with your new coworkers. From the moment you laid eyes on him there seemed to be something about him that pulled you in.

- Sadly, the two of you don’t see very much of each other considering he’s usually behind the scenes and you’re more on the floor. But every now and again you’ll have to go and get something from the back and you’ll bump into each other.

- Whenever everyone is on break together, he’ll shoot you glances from across the table. He’ll look over at you when he or someone makes a joke, finding your laugh adorable and smiling along with you. You tend to not notice it but every now and again you’ll catch his eye.

- You kind of feel bad that he’s stuck down there with no one but maybe Produce Joe to interact with so whenever things are slow you poke your head in and say hi. You start a sort of friendship with him and wind up getting pretty close, closer with him than any of your other coworkers at least.

- He never minds the company, in fact he looks forward to it. A pretty girl coming to pay him attention; what more could he ask for in this line of work? A raise maybe, but this was good enough for him.

- During one of your breaks, one of the other girls had asked if you had a boyfriend since they’d been telling you about a problem they’d been having with theirs. You chuckled and told her “it was kinda difficult to meet guys on a vampires schedule”. Randy just so happened to hear and was pleasantly surprised.

- For someone who spends a lot of time alone in a dimly lit meat locker he sure is good at flirting. You’re surprised when your usual banter turns into something more suggestive and complimentary but you certainly don’t mind.

- Not too long after your conversations started to take a turn, he invited you out for drinks at a bar down the road from the store. Even though you’d usually be too tired to do anything after your shift you happily accepted.

- You left work together and soon after you found yourself laughing with him as the two of you sat in a booth, sipping your drinks. He recounted stories that your bosses and coworkers had yet to tell you and had you in stitches with his own tales from behind the shelves.

- You really seemed to click as the night went on so you were excited when he said he’d like to “do this again sometime” as you walked out to your cars. He opened your car door for you, gave you a warm smile and headed over to his own vehicle. You were grinning the whole ride home even though you were starting to feel the effects of staying up later than you should’ve.

- Jennifer and Linda wanted all of the details when you went into work the next day. They could hardly act natural as Randy passed your little group as they attempted to bombard you with questions. You could see him give a knowing grin as he walked towards his station, leaving you flustered and your friends ecstatic.

- You ended up going out together again later that week, and then again a day or so after that. You were really smitten with each other.

- The two of you had your first kiss while you were at work waiting for your shifts to be over so you could go on your fourth date.

- You’d been moving some boxes into the back of the store when you’d heard a noise coming from the far end of the room you were supposed to be in. Obviously the sudden interruption scared you, especially when it came from somewhere you knew no one else was.

- You’d accidentally dropped a box when you’d gotten spooked which is what prompted Randy to come out and check on you. You assured him you were alright but mentioned the noise, still slightly (yet admittedly irrationally) shaken. He checked around for you, coming up with nothing once he was finished.

- It helped but you still weren’t completely comfortable. He teased you a little, gave you a hug and before you knew it his lips were on yours. It was definitely a nice way to be calmed down.

- Perhaps it’s not the best for people to date their coworkers but let’s just say you’re very happy you gave it a try.

- The extent of his pda is a quick kiss and hand on the small of your back or shoulder when you’re standing together. He’s not a huge fan of smooching you in the public eye.

- You drive to work together, usually in his car.

- You’re called either pumpkin, babe or sweetie, and of course sometimes just an abbreviation of your name.

- You usually wind up eating all your meals together. He’s pretty fond of Italian.

- He sneaks little bits of food whenever you’re cooking. He is a nuisance in the kitchen.

- He has his own place; albeit small, so you tend to hang out there, cuddling on the couch, watching a movie/tv show and drinking a beer.

- He doesn’t make a lot of money so you rarely have expensive dates. Not that either of you mind, just being together is good enough for you.

- He has a habit of coming in at bad times which is something you’ll just have to get used to. I mean it doesn’t happen all the time but make sure to lock the door if you’re dealing with something you don’t want him to walk into.

- Hands. Just hands. Butchers need to be steady and calculated yet I can see him having a slightly rough touch at the same time. ...Yum.

- Randy just looks tired so you tend to take naps together after work. Or he’ll occasionally fall asleep on you while you run your fingers through his hair.

- The two of you usually wind up with his feet on the coffee table and yours in his lap whenever you’re on the couch together. Either that or you’re pretty much laying on top of him.

- Even though he acts like a smartass he actually does like hearing about your day and the different stories that you have.

- He’s pretty fond of teasing you; doesn’t matter what it’s about he just loves doing it.

- He likes to mouth things at you when someone’s back is turned, trying to make you laugh while they’re distracted.

- He loves seeing you having a good time. He’s a pretty funny guy so it isn’t hard for him to make you laugh. Plus, his smartass behavior usually ends up doing the trick if his jokes don’t.

- You play pranks and attempt to spook each other.

- He’s a fan of horror in general so the two of you watch a lot of scary movies together.

- Baking cookies together.

- Stealing his flannels.

- He tends to misplace his belongings so you often know where he puts things more than he does.

- Mistreats appliances and tools; sometimes you feel the need to apologize to the things in his home. Poor half broken washing machine.

- He can be a baby when he gets hurt, he’ll keep fussing over his injuries until you help him or kiss them better.

- He has to lift heavy carcasses all day so he’s pretty strong. You need help lifting something or want to be lifted yourself than he’s your guy.

- He’s used to seeing a little blood and other gross things so theres not much that disturbs him. He’s perfectly fine in a lot of situations whether it be when you mention your period or want him to get rid of a dead animal in your yard.

- He thinks it’s cute if you don’t like being around the meat or thinking about him butchering. He always smiles when you give him a grimace as he talks about his work or whenever you see the hanging bodies.

- Sometimes you’ll catch him murmuring songs while he works; you think it’s cute. If you ask him sweetly enough he may just sing to you.

- Your mom probably loves getting the best of the best whenever she shops at the store or when you take home groceries.

- Your parents probably love him unless they’re super vegan and despise the meat industry. Your dad is especially a fan of his since he can make a conversation out of nothing and make the older man laugh like it’s no ones business.

- He offers to warm you up whenever you visit him in the meat locker and absentmindedly mention how cold it is.

- On that note~ He is basically a human heater; you sort of have to be to handle being in the cold nearly all day.

- Bar dates. He greatly enjoys teaching you how to play pool if you don’t know how.

- Having barbecues together.

- Sitting on the sink or bathtub ledge as he shaves in the morning.

- Showering together.

- He’s not a very jealous guy but he will tell someone to to fuck off if he finds them flirting with you, mostly because it’s obvious you’re uncomfortable.

- He’s pretty protective of you; and has a bit of a temper, so he’s prone to starting arguments or yelling at people in your honor.

- Making out in the back of the store and having quickies in the bathroom.

- Getting each other for lunch. You usually sit next to him with his arm wrapped around the back of your chair.

- He taste tests things for you. If something looks a little weird he’ll take a bite before you do to make sure it’s safe.

- Occasionally chatting with Produce Joe when you’re waiting for Randy to be finished with something. You’re like the only person in the store who really talks to him besides Randy. You get a taste of the freshest of fruits in return for your kindness.

- Comforting and ranting to each other when you’re told the news about the store. He’s definitely a little more upset than you are, considering he was cheated out of a whole two week paid vacation.

- Trying to help each other find new jobs when you’re laid off.

- He tells you he loves you quite a bit. It’s not hard for him in the slightest, he knows that he does and has no intentions of letting you go anytime soon.

- You picked a keeper; even your parents agree with you on that. You have to bribe your mom during the holidays to not bring up marriage. Not that it takes very long for him to propose to you ;)

[barbara-the-pinata]

the cold never bothered me anyway

Or alternately titled: I suck at titles so let’s do a frozen reference

This is for @mystic606​‘s Have A Holly Jolly Christmas Contest thing

Prompt: “Just pretend to be my date.”

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Yoosung x Reader 

(Listen, I've never written Yoosung in my life, but he was like,,the only character that fit the prompt jskhdfl)

Warnings: Very mild swearing, Rika and her...passing is mentioned/implied, I can’t write romance

Word Count: 2,825 

“So…”

“So…?” You curiously glanced at your study partner, Yoosung, waiting for him to finish his thought.

Earlier that day, Yoosung had invited you over to the local coffee shop to discuss “something important,” in his own words. At first, you had assumed that he wanted to discuss finals or something of that caliber because you two were, after all, study partners. Nothing more. Nothing less.

However, you and Yoosung hadn’t been doing much studying together recently. Apparently, he’d gotten into this new game a couple of months ago and had been neglecting his study partner duties for quite some time now, skipping on preplanned study sessions and what-not. As much as it pained you to admit, this saddened you a lot more than it should have. You were growing fond of meeting Yoosung in the library, between classes, in his apartment, and everywhere else you two studied at, even if he wasn’t exactly the best partner ever.

But, here you were five minutes later, still sipping on your hot chocolate, while you waited for Yoosung to just spit the damn thing out. Whatever Yoosung wanted to talk about was probably embarrassing for him because he refused to look at you in the eye. Instead, he took great interest in the floor, the paintings decorating the walls, the barista, and everything that was not you. Ever so often, he’d glance at you, only to squeak and shoot his gaze in the opposite direction, a faint red tint dusting his cheeks. How cute.

Yeah, Yoosung did not come to discuss the finals, nor study, which was a shame. He was really smart, but he never had the motivation to do anything, which you couldn’t really understand.

“Yoosung,” you said, “what did you want to talk to me about?” You took another short sip from your cup. The hot chocolate was running out. You might have to buy another one.

Finally, Yoosung held your gaze for more than two milliseconds. He wrung his hands a couple of times before speaking, “So...you know how Christmas is in a week, right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“And...and I’m pretty sure you mentioned once that you couldn’t v-visit your family or friends that day, right?”

It was true: your family lived far away from SKY University, and the majority of your friends were planning to celebrate their holidays with their own families. All you were really planning to do on that day was call your loved ones.

“Yeah, that’s right,” you said, “You know, I’m surprised you remembered that actually. When did I tell you that?”

“Probably around March or something.”

You raised your eyebrows in mild surprise, “Damn, that’s some memory you got there, Yoosung. If only it helped you with your tests.”

“Hey! It’s a lot easier to remember your what your cr--f-friends say than the quadratic formula!”

“X is equal to the opposite of B plus or minus the square root of B squared minus four times A times C divided by two times A,” you chuckled.

He pouted, “You don’t count. You’re smart.”

“Yoosung, the quadratic formula isn’t even hard--”

He interrupted you by huffing and sticking out his tongue. For a split second, you thought you had actually offended him until you saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile.

You laughed, “Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Stop pouting, you know I don’t like it when you look like that,”

Yoosung gave up the act and laughed along with you.

You missed this. You missed talking to him. You missed...him. You missed his carefree smile, funny jokes, and--

“Anyway, Yoosung,” you said to drown out your thoughts, “what were you saying?”

“Oh, right!” he responded. All of Yoosung’s previous anxieties were apparently forgotten, as he spoke without a tremor or stutter in sight, “Every year my family holds a Christmas party, and I was wondering if you’d like to be my date.”

What?

You stayed silent, trying to process what Yoosung just said. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his eyes darting around the coffee shop. After a minute or two (or perhaps longer), you managed to open your mouth to say something insightful, thoughtful, and overall very smooth.

“What?”

Very smooth.

Once again, Yoosung shifted in his seat. He flushed in embarrassment and stuttered up a storm, “I-I-I meant...I meant like...a-a pretend date. J-just during Christmas. Then you can just forget about it,” he paused, “I mean unless you don’t want to! You-you didn’t even say yes, yet. Well, you didn’t exactly say no, either, but of course, you’re not obligated to pretend to date me or anything. I just get tired of my family always asking me, ‘Yoosung, when are you going to get a significant other’ or ‘Yoosung, are you going to be a forever alone?’ or--”

“Yoosung,” you interrupted.

“Or...or I...yeah...” He stopped, tugging at a lock a hair.

You sat upright, “Alright, so let me get this straight. You want me to pretend to be your date at your family’s Christmas party because you think your family is going to judge you?”

“I don’t think they’ll judge me. I know,” Yoosung sighed, “Every year, they ask me when I’m going to get a partner and every year, I have to say that I don’t know. Then, they laugh. Even my younger sister has a girlfriend, and she’s only like fifteen.”

“Ugh, judgy relatives. They’re the worst,” you tried to sympathize with Yoosung, but you couldn’t help but think about how rude he was being. Who did he think he was? Asking someone to be his just to escape the prying questions of his family, especially when that someone actually liked him. As a friend, of course.

For a second, Yoosung lit up, “So, you understand my pain, right? Don’t worry, the party will be small. Only my parents, my sister, her girlfriend will be there.”

“Wow, that is small. You don’t have any other relatives? Or friends?”

You shouldn’t have said that. A sudden look of pain crossed his face. He looked away from you.

Yoosung sighed, “My friends are busy. They couldn’t make it.” No mention of his family, you noted.

“I see…”

“Yeah,” Yoosung paused before looking at you, “so...what do you say?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” you trailed off.

Yoosung breathed your name and took your hands in his. They were warm. “Please, I need this. It just for one night, and I promise to make it up to you. I’ll stop playing LOLOL for a week, I’ll come to every single study session, I’ll...I’ll cook for you…?” he whispered, “Just pretend to be my date.” Yoosung gave his best set of puppy dog eyes, “Please.”

You could never say no to that face.

“Alright,” you agreed.

“Wait, really?” he said. Yoosung looked shocked, clearly not expecting you to actually go along with it.

You shrugged, “Yeah, sure, it seems fun. Just none of that super lovey-dovey stuff, alright?”

He saluted you, “Aye aye, captain!”

You laughed. This wasn't going to be so bad. Just get a backstory, hold hands a couple of times, and make Yoosung pay you back later. Easy.

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You regretted every life choice you had made up to now. Namely, your birth.

The plan started out simple enough. You and Yoosung thought of the 'so how did you guys meet' story beforehand, and he gave you a quick briefing on what to expect during his family's Christmas parties.

Everything started out so well, too. You met Yoosung's family, and they were so polite, making you feel welcome right away. There was a gift exchange, and you got this sweet new blanket from Yoosung's sister's girlfriend. It was one of those fuzzy ones.

No, the real problem arose when everyone sat down to dinner. You sat next to Yoosung at the dining table with his sister and her significant other on the other side. His parents sat at the ends of the table.

The food was nice. You were currently eating one of your favorite dishes, and you just had to ask for the recipe. It was really good.

Those weren't the problems.

It was just that...all of it just felt so intimate, not like a Christmas party, more like a meeting the parents scenario.

It became worse when Yoosung's mother asked the dreaded question: "So, how did you two meet?"

Yoosung glanced over at you for only a second. Something about how his eyes looked at you so warmly made you heat up. He reached for your hand under the table and squeezed it reassuringly. Your heart squeezed a little too.

He smiled back at his mom, going through the story that the both of you had come up within the coffee shop, "Well, we shared the same major and some classes, but we never really talked that much. Then, I started seeing them more and more during breaks and stuff. After that, we kind of just clicked. I found out that they were nice, funny, smart, and so much more. Later, they asked me out, and we’ve been together since!” Yoosung blew a kiss at you, and you tried not to cringe at his...affectionate behavior.

In front of you, Yoosung’s sister laughed, “Of course Yoosung would be too cowardly to make the first move.”

“I know right?” you rolled your eyes, laughing along, “This guy gets flustered at every little thing. I just had to do something, or else I’d be waiting an eternity just for him to ask me to a cup of coffee.” You poked his cheek and true to your word, his face turned a bright red, “See?”

“Coward,” His sister snickered under her breath.

“Hey!” Yoosung shouted, but it sounded more like whining, “Take that back!”

“Make me.”

“Why you--”

“Excuse me,” Yoosung’s father piped up, “Could we please not fight over the dinner table?”

“Sorry,” both of them said in unison. You shared an empathetic glance at Yoosung’s sister’s girlfriend. It was always awkward to get caught up in host family fights.

An awkward silence ensued as everyone focused on their food. Only the sounds of clinking utensils and sips could be heard.  

After a while, Mrs. Kim spoke up, “Yoosung, why,” she paused to sigh, “why didn’t you tell us about your significant other earlier?” She glanced up, and her hurt was evident in her face.

For a split second, you thought that you two were busted. She had found a flaw in your plan.

Then she continued, “You never talk to us anymore, Yoosung. You’re worrying me.”

Ah. More family drama. Splendid.

You tried to send out your silent plea for help to the two girls sitting in front of you, but they didn’t notice. They were too busy watching Yoosung and his mother.

Yoosung flinched slightly at her direct question. He groped under the table, trying to find something. You slid your hand into his, calming him down.

“I...well, you know, I’ve been busy…” Yoosung trailed off, “with college stuff.”

“I understand that, but why don’t you call more? I don’t know anything that is going on in your life anymore. How are your grades?”

Yoosung took a long sip of his glass of water, trying to put off the question as much as he could. His grip on your hand grew stronger until it felt like you were going to break a bone. His mother waited patiently for Yoosung to finish. He put the glass down and took a few more moments to compose himself.

“My grades are fine.”

His mother sighed, “Are they, Yoosung?”

“Alright,” he looked away, “My grades are....they’re slipping,” he looked back at Mrs. Kim, “I’m not failing or anything, but it’s...close. Too close.”

The tension was palpable as you glanced between all the family members. Everyone was staring at Yoosung except for Mr. Kim, who was paying more attention to cutting the steak in front of him. His mother sat in stunned silence.

After the initial surprise, Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, “What happened to you? You were such a good student before. If Rika was still here, she--” she cut herself off.

“She what? What were you going to say about Rika?”

“I’m just saying--”

Yoosung crossed his arms, “Maybe I’m failing because I’m the only person in this family who actually cared about her!”

If only there was a black hole that you could launch yourself towards.

“Yoosung, it’s been years; you really need to let Rika go,” she was near-tears at this point, “I’m worried about your mental health.”

He snatched his hand from yours and stood up, glaring. Yoosung opened his mouth--presumably to say a retort--but caught sight of you at the last second. Immediately, he sighed and closed his eyes.

When Yoosung opened them again, he said, “I’m...I’m sorry for acting like this. Just give me a minute to cool down,”

With that, Yoosung walked out of the back door.

You looked back at his family. They were all staring at that door, even Mr. Kim.

“Uh,” you said as everyone turned to stare at you, instead, “I think I should go, too--”

You got up and left through the same door. Immediately, a cold gust of wind hit you. It wasn’t snowing, yet, but you still shivered as goosebumps spread all over you. Rubbing your arms to warm yourself, you saw Yoosung sitting on the last stair on the back porch. The faint moonlight covered his figure almost perfectly.

You stood next to him for a few minutes, neither of you talking. Instead, you looked at the stars. They glittered in the black night, and you wondered if you could see a shooting star from here.

“I’m sorry. It’s Christmas. I shouldn’t be doing this.” Yoosung said, interrupting your thoughts.

“That’s alright,” you whispered, sitting down next to him, “Is there anything you want to talk about?”

He nodded, “Yeah.” Yoosung paused as he looked up at the sky for a moment, “Family gatherings have always been a little testy ever since Rika…” he trailed off, “That’s why most of my family didn’t come.”

“Who’s Rika?”

“Ah, I’ll tell you a little later, alright?”

“Alright.”

Yoosung leaned back, closing his eyes shut, “I knew this was going to be awful, so I invited you. You always seem to make awful things better.”

You twiddled your thumbs, heating up at the compliment, “Oh, was I helpful, then?”

He opened one eye to look at you and smiled, “Very.”

“It didn’t seem like it, but...I’m glad.”

A calm sense of quiet filled the air as you breathed in your surroundings. Despite all of this drama, it was nice to just sit with Yoosung alone. It had been a while since you two could do that.

“Actually, I have a confession to make,” Yoosung’s voice drifted through the air as he sat up, looking at you in the face, “Last week when I asked you to come here with me? I was…” he trailed off. Even in the dark, you could see his face dusting pink.

“Yes…?”

“I was...uh...trying to...you know...:”

“Yoosung, what is it?”

“Iwastryingtoaskyououtokay?” his words came out quickly and jumbled together. It took you a second to figure out what he said.

“What?”

“But, then, then, you looked at me with that face,” Yoosung gestured towards your face, “and I just couldn’t, so I backtracked and said it was just pretend and I…” he covered his tomato face with his hands, “God, what was I thinking? I’m so embarrassed.”

You chuckled and reached over to pry his hands away from his face, “That’s alright. I’m sorry for being so oblivious, I guess.”

Yoosung sighed, his face getting redder the longer your hands stay on his face, “I meant what I said earlier, you know.”

“You said a lot of things earlier,” you laughed.

“I meant the part about you being nice, funny, and smart. The rest might have been lies, but that part was true.”

He cupped your hands that were still resting on his cheeks. At this point, you weren’t sure if his red cheeks were caused by the cold or...something else.

You whispered, “Why don’t we do this pretend date again? Except have it be real this time?”

“You don’t mean…?”

You nodded.

Something in his eyes started to glisten and he threw his arms around you, almost making you lose your balance. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, too. Then, his breathing started getting heavy as small sobs choked out.

“Yoosung, are you crying?” you said.

“I’m just,” he let out a deep, shuddery breath, “I’m just so happy.”

You nuzzled his hair, “Me too.”

“Can we stay like this? Only for a couple of minutes. I don’t think I can face my family right now.”

“Of course. It’s no problem.”

Suddenly, you didn’t mind the cold all that much.

[splendidlyimperfect]

Christmas Day is full of surprises and celebration.

Very late, but a continuation of my Home for the Holidays story for @ftmlmages​ (prompt: home) and @stingueweek​ (prompt: union) 

Chapters (2/2): 1 | 2 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe, Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, Original Child Character(s), Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Weisslogia (Fairy Tail) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Family Fluff, Family Feels, foster parenting, Adoption, Parent-Child Relationship, Adopted Children, Childhood Trauma, Language Delays, parenting, Fluff, Sting’s so excited to be a dad, him and Ryos are just super cute, Rogue is called Ryos as usual in this series don’t ask me why, Tumblr: FTLGBTales, Stingue Week, Christmas Series: Part 14 of the only hope for me is you, Part 1 of Home for the Holidays 2019

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Ryos woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of Sting’s voice outside the bedroom door.

“C’mon, bumblebee,” Sting said quietly, and then the door creaked open, spilling soft light across the bed. “There you go, let’s go get Papa.”

Papa. Ryos swallowed down the sudden lump in his throat at the word and kept his eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep. There was a dip at the end of the bed, then little hands poking Ryos’ face.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Ryos said, cracking open one eye and peeking up at Noah. His curls were wild and sticking out in every direction, and he already had a smear of raspberry jam on one cheek. “Looks like you had breakfast without me, hey?”

Noah didn’t say anything, just gave Ryos a shy smile and tugged at the sleeve of his shirt. Sting sat down next to Ryos on the bed, kissing Ryos’ cheek as he pushed himself up and gratefully accepted the coffee Sting handed him.

“We would have let you sleep in later,” Sting said apologetically as Ryos yawned. “Noah saw the stockings, though.”

Noah pointed to his own sock and then back to the bedroom door, and Ryos smiled fondly at him. “Well, we’d better go see what’s in them then, hey?”

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Noah wriggled back toward the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor and then gesturing at Sting to pick him up.

“Up?” Sting asked as he stood up and reached out for Noah. “How ‘bout you try walking again? Show Papa how we got here?” He lifted Noah up and set him down on the floor, carefully letting go of one of his hands. Noah looked up at Sting with wide eyes, then grinned and let go, stumbling unsteadily out into the hallway.

“He didn’t take long to get the hang of that,” Ryos commented, standing up and wrapping an arm around Sting’s waist. “Your mom’s going to be thrilled – you’ll have to text her to put away all the breakable stuff.”

Sting wiped at his face and Ryos laughed gently, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Sorry,” Sting mumbled. “’m gonna be a mess all day.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Ryos murmured, kissing Sting’s cheek. “You know Natsu’s gonna cry, too.”

Noah was more interested in the stocking itself than what was inside it – some candy and a new book, as well as a squishy octopus plush. He spent the rest of the morning taking out the toys and putting them back into the stocking, then giggling when Sting and Ryos pretended not to know where they’d went.

Eventually, after a nap and a few too many Christmas candies, they ended up at Sting’s parents’ house. Gray and Natsu’s car was already in the driveway when they arrived and Noah lit up when he saw it, pressing his hands against the car window.

“Hey, monster!” Natsu said as Sting wrestled Noah out of his car seat, then carried him to the front door. Natsu leaned the shovel he’d been using against the wall and reached out for Noah, who giggled and wrapped his arms around Natsu’s neck.

“How was the morning?” Natsu asked as he shifted Noah onto his hip. The question was directed at Sting as Natsu pulled him into a one-armed hug.

“Not as messy as we were expecting,” Ryos said as he hugged Natsu as well.

Noah tugged at the collar of Natsu’s jacket and pointed down at the snow that he’d shoveled into a pile by the front walk. Magnolia didn’t usually get much, even in December, but it had snowed just enough overnight to dust everything with a festive white glow.

“Snow angels?” Natsu asked, grinning and setting Noah down on the snow pile. Noah laughed and flopped onto his back, spreading his arms out and kicking his feet. “That’s more of a snow monster than an angel,” Natsu laughed, plopping down next to Noah. “Appropriate for you, though.”

“Too!” Noah exclaimed, tugging on Natsu’s sleeve until he flopped back into the snow and spread his arms out. Noah laughed, sitting up and grabbing a handful of snow to drop on Natsu’s chest.

“Uncle Gray!” Natsu cried, trying to keep in laughter, “Help! I’m being attacked by the snow monster!”

“I dunno,” Gray teased, coming around the corner from the back yard and crossing his arms over his chest. “I think I should probably let him eat you.” Noah grinned at Gray and grabbed another handful of snow, this time putting it in Natsu’s hair.

Sting’s hand found its way into Ryos’ and squeezed tightly, and when Ryos looked over, he could tell that Sting was trying his best not to cry. “He’s so happy,” Sting said softly.

“I am, too,” Ryos murmured, kissing Sting’s cheek.

“Up?” Ryos turned back to see Noah pointing at Gray, but when Natsu reached over to help him, Ryos shook his head.

“Let him do it,” he said. “Go on, Noah. Go see Uncle Gray.”

Noah looked at Natsu, then back at Gray, then slowly pushed himself to his feet and wobbled for a second before grinning and toddling across the lawn toward Gray. Gray crouched down and caught him as he stumbled over the snow, and he wrapped his arms around Gray’s neck.

“Told you Natsu would cry,” Ryos teased as Natsu sat up and rubbed at his face.

“Shut up,” Natsu grumbled, standing up and brushing the snow off his pants. “When did he start walking?”

“Last night,” Ryos said. “We would have called you, but Sting thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he let go of Gray and turned back to Sting and Ryos. He tugged on Gray’s mitten, pointing at Sting and repeating, “Daddy.”

“You’re just full of surprises today, little man,” Natsu said, and Ryos could see the look of adoration on his face when Noah let go of Gray and walked back over to him. Natsu scooped Noah up into his arms and kissed his forehead, grinning when Noah rubbed their noses together.

“C’mon,” Ryos said, tugging on Sting’s hand. “Let’s go see your parents.”

 ~

Dinner was chaotic. Lillian, Sting’s mom, cooked enough food for twice as many people, and by the time the meal was over, Noah was a mess of cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes. Natsu offered to give him a bath, and Ryos and Wes headed downstairs to set up the crib while Gray and Sting helped Lillian with the dishes.

Sting listened to the two of them chat about Lillian’s planned renovations for the kitchen as he dried the dishes. The room was filled with a warm glow from the Christmas tree in the living room, and the remnants of everyone’s stockings were strewn across the couch. The activity board that Natsu and Gray had made for Noah leaned against one of the walls, while the rest of his toys from Wes and Lillian were pushed to the corner of the room.

Sting didn’t realize he was crying until Gray took his hand.

“What’s wrong?” Gray asked.

Sting shook his head, wiping at his face and squeezing Gray’s hand. “It’s fine—I’m not… it’s okay. We just…” He took a deep breath, looking over Gray’s shoulder at the picture above the fireplace. It was of him and Ryos, both of them gazing adoringly at Noah, who was looking seriously at the camera.

“Hey, love.” Ryos appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, with Natsu and Wes not far behind them. “He’s asleep.”

“What’s going on?” Wes asked, frowning. Natsu grinned at Sting from behind Ryos – he and Gray already knew, but Sting had wanted to wait for Christmas to tell his parents.

“We got a date for the hearing,” Sting said, looking over at his mom. “End of March. Kylie signed the paperwork.”

“You mean—”

“We’re adopting Noah,” Ryos said, reaching out and taking Sting’s other hand.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Lillian said, pulling Sting into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Sting could feel her trying to hold in her tears and he laughed wetly, hugging her back. “I can’t believe my baby is a dad.”

“We’re so proud of you,” Wes said, wrapping an arm around Ryos and pulling Sting into the embrace. He motioned for Natsu to join them and for a moment they all held each other in the kitchen, laughing and sharing in the joy.

Sting closed his eyes, breathing shakily as relief flowed through him. Kylie, Noah’s birth mother, had originally intended to reunite with him, but two weeks ago she had informed the social worker that she was willing to sign the paperwork that let Sting and Ryos become Noah’s legal parents instead. They were keeping the adoption open with her – tentatively, if she could get clean and be a safe person in his life – but now the little boy they’d been taking care of for nearly a year now was going to be theirs. Forever.

“I’m going to be a grandma,” Lillian said, wiping at her face as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“You were already a grandma,” Ryos said gently. “You’re all already his family – you have been since we first brought him home. This just makes it official.”

“Well, I think we have another bottle of champagne in the freezer,” Wes said, finally pulling away from the group hug. Sting nearly started crying again at the sight of tears in his father’s eyes, too. “I think we need to celebrate.”

As everyone crowded out of the kitchen and back to the living room to find the champagne glasses, Ryos grabbed Sting’s hands and pulled him close. “You okay?” he asked gently.

“Yeah,” Sting said, laughing through his tears. “Yeah, I am.” He pulled Ryos into a soft kiss, sweet and gentle and full of the promise of new things. “I love you,” he whispered. “Merry Christmas.”

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 24

The following morning, I slid Arantxa a mug of coffee as she sat next to me with a groan. “How do I feel even more tired than I did when I went to bed last night?” she grumbled before making a valiant attempt to drown herself in the hot beverage.

I raised my matching mug in a silent toast. “I know, right? I couldn’t sleep for anything.  I have the big sister of the migraine I went to bed with last night, to boot.  I had to ask Miys to get a batch of analgesic patches from medical, which turned out to be a good idea because I am apparently not the only one.  Xiomara looked at me like I single-handedly ended world hunger when I told her.”

She grunted before coming up from her coffee for air and a refill. “We are all under a significant amount of stress.  Everyone seems a little dazed today, even Councillor Hodenson, if that helps.”

“No way,” I murmured in disbelief, looking around.  Sure enough, Grey was standing with their data screen up, but staring off into the distance over it. “I didn’t think anything could get to them.  At least I don’t feel as bad knowing they’re rattled, too,” I shook my head, groaning slightly as the pain in it intensified.

I didn’t even realize I had closed my eyes until they flew open at the sound of something being set in front of me.  “I swear, for someone who likes to cook so much, you sure forget to eat an awful lot,” the familiar voice of Zach Khan trickled in my ear as I stared at a plate of scrambled eggs piled high and topped with salsa and cheese.  “Your sister said your favorite breakfast is huevos rancheros, but this is the best I could do with what they brought in.”

Pushing down the rolling nausea in my stomach, I took a tentative bite.  As much as I knew he was right, migraines always made me sick.  I just reminded myself that dry-heaving was worse than throwing up and forced myself to swallow.  “And everyone calls me a mother hen,” I tried to joke.  “Thanks, Zach.”

“No prob,” he waved off. “I already took something to Derek and Tyche.  She said she thinks she’s coming down with something at the worst possible time, so she asked me bring you something to eat while she tries to cool off in the shower.  I would have grabbed you something, too, but I didn’t know what,” the last part was directed at my friend, who was showing heretofore unknown talent in chugging scalding beverages at this point.

She paused long enough to shake her head. “I don’t eat breakfast, but thank you.  Once I am more awake, I will find something, I promise.”

After throwing a scowl at her for not eating something, I turned back to Zach. “What are you even doing up already?”

He shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Plus, someone had to be on hand to set up the headsets for the drone pilots.  They’re pretty bootstrap since our host had nothing like them on hand, but we’ve got them working.  The pilots report some nausea and dizziness from prolonged use, but that’s pretty standard with prolonged VR use, which is essentially what we’ve got them doing.  Pranav was going to ask Derek to take a look at them, but Maverick and I pretty much put the kibosh on that until he’s recovered from yesterday.”

“How’s he doing?” I asked, worried.

“Eh, he ate, so that’s good. I took him as much water as I could carry, and he’s holed up in the farthest corner of one of the sleeping areas, spoiling your cat.  Conor brought up some of his modelling clay, so he’s got that, Mac, and a few ice packs.” A huge wait I wasn’t previously aware of fell off my chest at the information.

Arantxa’s face made a sudden appearance from her fourth – fifth? – cup of coffee. “Conor was here?” she asked excitedly.

As I smothered a grin, Zach shook his head. “Negative. He was on Level Three, where Miys met him to pick up the clay. Security is still super tight until we find out who or what caused the sensor damage.”

My poor, lovesick friend deflated at the news, and I was torn between laughing and crying to see how much she missed our friendly giant.  “We were supposed to have a date, today,” she grumbled.

“Nuh uh!” I cried, echoed by Zach’s “No way!”

She nodded. “We were going to visit BioLab 2, and he was going to teach me to swim.”

“Uh, Rants, you already know how to swim,” I pointed out.

“He doesn’t know that,” she declared imperiously.  “It was the best I could do, since I have absolutely no help.” The last was accompanied by a playful glare.

“Wait wait wait,” Zach held up his hands. “Did Conor know this was supposed to be a date?  Deets! I need deets!”

“Are you going to give me dating advice?” she asked eagerly.

“Who? ME!?” he pointed at himself. “You’ve got to be kidding.  I’m pining over the Ace Ace over there, which is the dumbest thing ever for a bisexual horndog, so I’m the worst person to ask for advice.”

“Are all bisexuals disasters?” she asked skeptically.

“Yes,” Zach and I replied in unison before glancing at each other and laughing.  

I had to stop when the small man in my head found a bigger hammer to pound my skull with. “Ugh, I need to wait until my pain meds kick in before I have the rest of this conversation. Y’all have fun, though,” I waved at them as I stood.

“No, no, nope,” the programmer gently pushed me back in my chair. “Tyche and Derek both insisted you eat all that before I let you out of my sight.  We’ll change the subject, but you have to eat.”

“All of it?” I asked with horror before looking down at my plate. A mountain of eggs stared back at me.

“Four ounces of eggs, one ounce of cheese, an ounce of salsa.  Roughly two hundred calories, Tyche’s orders. And she scares me more than you do – I’m pretty sure she actually could kill me with one eyebrow – so you gotta eat that.”

I grumbled and started forcing down the eggs as Arantxa continued her impressive performance at breathing coffee and Zach filled us in on everything that happened while we were asleep.  I only understood about a quarter of what he said, just enough to understand that we were in orbit around one of Eenie’s moons, and in ten hours would be moving to the next for additional materials.  Also, lunch would apparently be vegetarian. Finally, I finished my eggs (much to Zach’s relief) and was free to hunt down Xiomara and another analgesic patch while I waited for my food to settle and coffee to kick in.

When I found her, in the same place I left her the night before, she didn’t seem to be in any better shape than I was.  She sighed gratefully at the sight of the coffee I brought her – a near repeat of the night before – before taking in the pinched look I knew sat around my eyes and just asking “Stress?”

“Yup,” I confirmed. “But life carries on, I’ll be okay once everything calms down.”

“I know the feeling,” she sighed after a sip of coffee.  “Unfortunately, it’s ‘hurry up and wait’ right now.  All the pilots other than Maverick and Evan are taking turns piloting drones while those two crash until further notice.”

“Short notice,” I observed as I gestured to where Maverick was hovering around the jury-rigged controls to the Ark.

Xiomara groaned. “He has decided the Ark is his ‘baby’ and doesn’t want anyone to even come close to the controls until the sensors are fixed and the Miys take back over.” A brief scowl was shot in his direction before she took another swig of steaming caffeine.  She made a remarkably good impression of Mac’s look of satisfaction as she enjoyed her coffee.

“Have you had a chance to talk to Pranav about the sensors?” I asked, hoping she would understand what I meant.

“Mmm,” she hummed enthusiastically. “Yes, I have.  Two of the pilots on file are currently in genetic surgery bays, about halfway through treatment.  The other ten, we’re looking into alibis.  There’s an incredible amount of metadata collected by the systems, so Pranav is personally going through that.  It’ll take a few days, but we want to be completely clear rather than chasing rabbits.”

“If there’s so much data, how do we not know who destroyed the back up sensors,” I asked quietly, mostly thinking out loud.

“Temporary systemic blackouts from all common areas to the location of the sensors,” she muttered unhappily. “Tracing that is Zach’s next job, and once Mr. Okafor is recovered and has checked the VR rigs, we’re hoping he can take over as primary.”

“Normally, I would be incredibly defensive at the idea of Derek being expected to do so much, but honestly I don’t know how anyone will be able to stop him once he finds out that someone played jiggery-pokery in his playground.  He’ll do it anyway, so I’m glad he’s at least allowed to this time.” When she raised an eyebrow at me in question, I waved her off. “Nothing major. He may have hacked the medical database to make sure the evergreens that Conor Mac Maoilir decided to spread all over the ship for winter holidays wouldn’t mess with people’s allergies? He was grounded from my cat for a week, and I made him fix the security weakness, I swear!” I explained hastily when she gaped in horror.

“You are telling me a seventeen-year-old hacked an alien data system for a medical bay that we have no training for, just to make sure a bunch over oversized shrubs wouldn’t make anyone sneeze!?” She demanded.

“Like I said, he fixed it?” I responded sheepishly.  “To be fair, that’s part of the reason Pranav trusts his skills so much.  Every programmer and network security specialist on this ship, including Noah, can’t figure out how to keep him out of literally anything. Fortunately, he generally does it just to see if he can, or because he’s looking for something very specific. Since he isn’t hurting anyone, and actually usually does it to avoid hurting people, it’s really difficult to convince him not to do it.”

She just shook her head. “Good thing he’s a good kid.  That’s… it would be horrifying if it wasn’t just incredible.”

“Right?” I asked in agreement. “On another topic, how’s Grey holding up?  I saw them just staring into space earlier, which is unusual.”

“Grey is unusual in general,” she shrugged. “People are more your thing than mine.  Why don’t you go check on our fellow Councillor, and I’ll ride herd on the pilots?”

I smirked before I could stop myself. “Coward,” I accused in a teasing tone.

“People shooting at me, piloting in wild new frontiers, I’m good.  People? Not so much,” she shrugged.  “That’s why I’m Safety and Security, and you’re People.”

“Human Resources and Social Engagement,” I scowled.

“Right. People. Go people at Grey, see if they’re okay,” she shooed.  Softer, she tilted her head. “Seriously.  This is pretty much their show right now, so we really need them to be okay.”

I took a deep breath before nodding.  The second painkiller patch had made a significant dent in my migraine, downgrading it all the way to a screaming headache.  I could work with that.  I’d worked with worse.  “If I’m not back in two hours, send Noah.  Or my sister, if she’s feeling better.”

Grey startled as I gently touched their elbow. “Grey.  I’m sorry for touching you – I know you don’t like it – but I’ve called your name ten times. I even tried waving my hands in front of you.  Are you okay?”

They shook their head like they were waking up before pushing their glasses up. “My apologies, Councillor Reid. I have had difficulty focusing today.  My assurances that I will endeavor to correct this.”

“Whoa,” I stood back, alarmed. “Grey. Since when do you call me ‘Councillor’?  And you never have difficulty focusing.  Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am only distracted, I promise. I admit I am distressed by the lack of materials for repairing the sensors.  The drones are bringing in a satisfying amount of elements to replenish what we have used by being on board, but less than a tenth of what we need for the sensors. It is frustrating that we have no data we can use to narrow our search to only locations that would yield what we need.”

“So, what do we need?” I asked, happy to play rubber duck if it would assist my friend.

“Silica, mostly, for the necessary optical fibers. Iron, aluminum, gold or at least silver for plating and wires,” they rubbed their eyes tiredly before replacing their ever-present glasses.

“Okay, that makes sense,” I nodded.  I was mildly concerned that I actually understood the majority of what they were saying. “So what are we not locating?”

“Iron,” Grey replied.  “This particular moon is very iron poor, it turns out.”

“Iron,” I repeated. “Wasn’t Mars iron rich?  That’s why it was red, right?”

“Correct, but atmospheric neon would also cause a planet or moon to be red if the atmosphere was charged.”

“Still, it narrows down the search, so that may help,” I pointed out.  “What else?”

“Aluminum, and before you ask, aluminum does not have a distinct color that is observable from atmosphere,” they glanced at me knowingly. “It is white or grey, and in cases where it is found in the form of bauxite, it is blue or green.  Several minerals and atmospheric gases create the same color.  Additionally, it would take significant concentrations to cause it to be visible from orbit.”

I shrugged.  “Worth a try. So, next question: What can you do, right now, to improve any of this?”

They let out the most defeated sigh I think I ever heard. “Honestly, nothing.  All I am doing is worrying.  I feel there is something that I am missing.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t sound like it to me,” I assured them.  “Have any of your researchers come up with any other ideas?”

“They have not,” Grey conceded.

I smiled. “In that case, ask Miys for something to help you sleep – I know you don’t like medication, but you’re exhausted,” I cut off their rebuttal. “Even the finest computer needs to turn off sometimes.  And you are decidedly not a computer, so you need rest even more.”

They blinked at me owlishly. “Is this what Councillor Kalloe refers to as you being a ‘mother hen’?”

“Bingo,” I winked. “You get used to it, I promise. Now go. Sleep.”

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[fictorium]

Kara is nervous about spending her first thanksgiving with Cat's family instead of the Danvers. (She's torn between loving the Grants so much and missing her familiar routines & traditions)

They’re picking out Halloween pumpkins when Cat casually mentions it, leaning against the barn door at the farmers’ market that’s the only acceptable place to pick out seasonal produce. She has her sunglasses on despite the gloom, despite the fact Kara points out they draw more attention than not wearing them would. Cat has her habits, and she’s dealt with fame far longer than she cares to talk about, so Kara lets her be.

“It’s my year, with Carter. I had Christmas last year, so Thanksgiving this one. We don’t usually do much, just the two of us. Still, I thought you’d like to be part of it?”

Kara’s heart sinks just a fraction as she smiles. Cat has gotten much better at asking instead of just making hurricane-like plans and sweeping Kara up in them. They’ve been dating since the spring, and it’s a semi-public secret that Kara isn’t sure how they’re pulling off, but she’ll endure just about anything from paparazzi or the internet for the sudden feeling of Cat’s arm around her waist, pulling Kara close. 

“Of course,” she replies, kissing Cat’s cheek. Kara will miss her raucous found-family holiday, the one that’s usually interrupted by someone hopping dimensions or turning into electricity, but this is the kind of step she’s been hoping for all summer. Cat doesn’t share readily, but when she does it’s wholehearted. “What can I do to help? I can’t really cook, as you know, but-”

Cat shakes her head, squeezing Kara’s hip. She’s so tactile in ways that Kara didn’t expect. “No, the deal is that it’s the one thing I organize myself, every second year. You just have to show up. And eat a lot of food.”

“Well that I can do,” Kara agrees, a little surprised that Cat is so insistent, but it would explain why there were no Thanksgiving tasks as Cat’s assistant two years ago. 

“Shall we round up Carter before he decides pumpkins have feelings?” Cat asks, checking her watch. She doesn’t let go of Kara as they walk over to Carter, who’s still trying to choose between a selection of giant gourds. “Time to choose, honey.”

Carter picks out the smallest of the set, and Kara pulls away from Cat just long enough to lift it for him. On the way home Kara thinks about texting Alex, before realizing she’ll probably have plans with Maggie anyway. Everything’s changing, and Kara just has to get used to it.

***

She stays over on the Wednesday night, as she does most nights now. Cat is in a bubbly mood at the prospect of time off with Carter, and it’s fun to see her in something other than work mode in the middle of the week. Kara is actually trying to read in bed--she unearthed some amazing information on LordTech’s founding that has the makings of an article, but the minute Cat slips beneath the sheets, the iPad is forgotten.

“Did you want something?” Kara tries to sound unperturbed as Cat’s delicate fingertips skim higher on Kara’s bare thighs. 

“Just you. Now,” Cat practically growls as she proceeds to have exactly that, in a symphony of mouth and hands that leaves Kara breathless, almost human in her exhaustion.

“What was that for?” She asks a while later, nipping at Cat’s earlobe and starting to have her own way with her. 

“For being serious about us,” Cat confesses, her filters down. “For being here when it matters. We should make that more permanent, don’t you think?”

Kara’s response is an open-mouthed kiss to Cat’s clavicle. It answers the question well enough.

*** 

Good sex always leaves Kara sleeping like the dead, but she’s surprised to wake up to a noisy house. Cat’s home is many things, but it’s rarely noisy. Rushing through a shower and change, Kara is singing to herself rather than listening in. She barely knows Cat’s extended family, can’t imagine they’d be invited. Still, she pulls on clothes that Cat bought for her rather than anything of her own, smart enough in skinny jeans and a black button-down shirt.

It’s only when she approaches the living room that Kara recognizes the voices. That’s Alex, talking to Winn. Maggie teasing J’onn about something. And is that Eliza explaining something about peptide bonds to Carter? Kara bursts in on them all with super speed, aware that she must look more than a little confused.

“There’s sleeping beauty,” Cat teases, offering Kara a mug of coffee and a plate of Pop Tarts. She’s given up on the healthy food front, accepting that Kara’s metabolism could probably process Tupperware if she chowed down on it with enough enthusiasm. “Why do you look like you woke up a hundred years out of time?”

“They’re... hi James! Lucy! My family. Our friends. They’re here for Thanksgiving?”

“Of course they are.” Cat gives her a puzzled look. “Wait, did you really think it was an either/or situation? Kara, when I give ultimatums, they usually involve much louder tantrums.”

“But--”

“You’ve lost so much already. Given up even more despite that. Did you really think I’d want you to join my family and leave your own behind? No,” Cat sees that Kara is about to cry, and sets her breakfast aside to stroke Kara’s cheek. “You worked too hard to find them, to keep them. I meant what I said last night about permanence. It’s not mine and yours anymore, darling. It’s our family.”

“Does this mean I get to freak Kara out by calling her mommy?” Carter asks on his way past. “Just kidding!” He says when Kara is shocked. “I’ll call you something way cooler, like Ma.”

“This is a lot,” Kara says on a long exhale. 

Cat kisses her. “But not too much?”

“Never,” Kara promises. “Thank you.”

“You want the kissing to stop so you can have your Pop Tarts, don’t you?”

“I’ll just be a minute, I swear,” Kara says, shoving the warm snack into her mouth. She looks around at the assembled family, basks in their smiles and their playful jabs at each other. It’s going to be the best Thanksgiving yet. All they need now are the villains to give them the whole day off. 

[cinnamonanddean]

Wincestmas Day 1

Hey there! This is your Wincestmas Anon, happy to be bringing you holiday Wincest goodness :D Today’s is a little bit of platonic Wincest fluff, I hope you like it :) 

The Bunker is motherfucking freezing. It’s not that Dean is averse to the cold (he prefers it to sticky soft heat of the south), but there’s cold and then there’s cold. Tonight, the weather monitor on their 1950s super-computer is showing that its only 5 degrees farenheit outside, a temperature that Dean is sure shouldn’t even be allowed exist. The Bunker has heating, sure; but its all concrete and high ceilings, and even with every radiator blaring at high power, Dean’s still shivering under three jumpers.

“Maybe we should burn some of the Letters stuff,” he says, teeth chattering. “Like the Steins.”

Sam frowns at him. “We never know what we’ll need, Dean,” he says severely, or as severely as he can under his own jumpers, with fluffy mittens strapped to his hands.

“Well we can’t stay like this.”

Sam purses his mouth, but he doesn’t disagree.

***

Sam perches on the countertop as Dean cooks up some chilli, hoping the spice will transfer some warmth to their insides. Sam’s swapped his mitten for some gloves, and he’s typing frantically away on his laptop.

“What are you up to?” Dean asks, as he stirs.

“Trying to find a hunt somewhere warm,” Sam replies, hair falling in front of his face.

“Any luck?”

“No.”

Dean clicks his tongue. “To be honest, we’d probably freeze to death driving anyway,” he points out.

Sam pouts a little, looking so morose that Dean’s heart clenches. He knows full well why Sam doesn’t like the cold; and makes a mental note to invent a hunt in Florida soon if they can’t find anything else.

“Here you go.” He hands Sam a steaming bowl of chilli and rice, served up with an equally hot mug of coffee, and they huddle around the kitchen table, shovelling food into their mouths with clumsy hands. Sam’s nose is an angry red as he eats, snuffling miserably, and Dean wracks his brains to think of a solution.

It’s not until he’s scraping the last lukewarm spoonful out of the bowl that he has an idea.

“Go have a warm shower, Sammy, and I promise it will be better after that,” he says, taking Sam’s empty bowl and shooing him gently out of the kitchen. Sam looks unconvinced, but he lets himself be herded towards the big bathroom all the same.

***

Dean remembers a winter many years ago, when they’d been small enough that Sam had still owned a pair of footie pyjamas. They’d been living in a little house in Minnesota, just outside of the main town, as so many of their houses were. Their Dad had caught wind of a hunt, and hightailed it out of town, leaving Dean with more than a week’s provisions and strict instructions to stay near the house. But John hadn’t anticipated the sudden drop in temperature that had left the Winchesters freezing, and Dean had struggled to find a way to keep them warm during the long, dark evenings. He’d only hit on a solution by chance, while trying to keep Sam occupied; but it’ll work now, too.

He puts in a half an hour’s solid work in his room, knowing that Sam won’t come out of the shower until he absolutely has to, because hot water is one thing they have in abundance. He’s finished by the time he hears Sam’s feet thumping down the corridor, and he slips outside the door to catch Sam before he has time to knock.

“Right, Sammy,” he says, unable to keep the beaming smile from his face. “Go and get everything you’ll need for this evening, and then come back. You’re not leaving this room again unless its to piss.”

Sam gives him a look of utter disdain. “How is your room going to be any warmer than anywhere else?” he asks.

“Trust big brother, and do as you’re told,” Dean says, smug. “Off you go.” Once again, he gives Sam a gentle shove. Sam rolls his eyes but obeys, shaking his hair out a little before he goes so that water droplets fly onto Dean’s face.

He’s back a few minutes later, clutching his laptop to his chest and trailing another jumper behind him.

“Good!” Dean praises. “You ready for this?”

Sam just rolls his eyes again, his shoulders shivering. Dean decides to take that as excitement.

“Here you go!”

He throws the door open, revealing the changes he’s made to his room, and Sam peeks his head inside.

Sam’s bark of laughter is music to Dean’s ears. “Dean, did you build us a blanket fort?” he asks, pulling back to look at Dean.

“Damn right,” Dean answers. “Hop in.” He gestures expansively towards the elaborate blanket construction in the middle of his room.

Sam takes a moment to examine the fort. Dean had pulled his precious mattress off the bed and onto the floor (Sam should be so grateful for that), and used every musty old blanket they’d found in the Bunker to create a roof for it between his bedframe and his chest of drawers. He’d placed all their torches strategically inside, so that the fort glows a little; and added every pillow and cushion he could find to make a nest.

To his delight, Sam quickly drops to his knees and crawls in. He’s soon laughing as he finds what Dean had placed inside.

“Beer? In a blanket fort?”

“Yup,” Dean replies, pleased. “Beer. And snacks. And those hot water bottles we found. And coffee in the thermos.”

Sam’s head peeps back out of the opening.

“Well, are you coming in or not?” he asks, and Dean doesn’t need to be asked twice. He flips the light off, and slides in alongside Sam.

“Shuffle up,” Dean says, waiting until Sam’s settled against pillows shielding them from the concrete wall behind the fort. Sam wriggles about an awful lot, getting comfortable, but he’s finally still. Dean shuffles until he’s comfortable as well, and then pulls both their duvets on top of them, carefully tucking them in under Sam’s chin. It means they’re under the covers together, even though they’re not touching; and he hopes it will be enough to spread some warmth through their chilled bones.

Sam hums in satisfaction, eyelashes drifting closed as he slides down a little further.

“Warm?” Dean asks.

“Warmer,” Sam replies, quietly. “Getting there.”

“Good. Thought we could watch a movie, have a beer. The blankets should keep the heat in better.” He waves a beer towards Sam, watching in amusement as Sam tries to decide whether its worth sticking a hand outside the covers or not. Eventually, thirst appears to win out, as Sam’s hand just barely extends.

It’s the work of a moment to get the laptop switched on and propped up, the theme tune to Raiders blaring out of tinny speakers.

As the movie progresses, Sam sinks further and further into the blanket-nest. Dean can feel the heat starting to build, finally, in the enclosed space he’s made; and he can see Sam’s eyes starting to droop accordingly. Carefully, he snags Sam’s second bottle of beer from his lax fingers, setting it carefully to one side before pulling the covers back over Sam’s hand. Raiders is coming to an end, so he leaves it to play out, knowing the sudden cessation in sound might do more to wake Sam than leaving the film to come to a quiet stop. 

Sitting back against his own pillows, he smiles to himself, pleased with his solution. He’s hidden breakfast in the fort as well, alongside the unused coffee thermos; so there’ll be no need for them to leave the little space until well into the next morning.

***

Dean wakes slowly in the middle of the night, feeling warmer than he has in days. He listens for a moment, alert to the possibility that some half-sensed danger has woken him; but after a couple of minutes he’s satisfied that there’s no risk.

It takes him a couple more syrup-thick moments to work out what woke him, but when he does, he can’t help but smile. Sam’s rolled so he’s tucked into Dean’s side, head under Dean’s chin; and Dean thinks it must have been Sam throwing his arm across Dean’s stomach that disturbed him. Sam’s wrapped around him like an octopus, the way they’d always slept when they were little; and Sam still gives off the same heat he always has.

Feeling overwhelmed with affection for his little brother, Dean tucks the covers back around them. He desperately wants to stay awake, to savour this rare moment of peace; but he’s back asleep within minutes, lulled by familiar smell of Sam’s hair and the steady beat of Sam’s heart against his own.

Tomorrow’s will be a lot more on the NC17 side of things - I hope that’s ok?

[tkpro-scenarios]

[Christmas/Holiday] can i request a christmas dinner gone wrong scenario with mamoru, dai and eichi?

I might’ve written for “gone wrong” a little too freely…haha ^^;Used theHyakki Yakou/Night Parade of a Hundred Demons Yokai AU for Dai’s scenario!Hope you like it~!

- Mod nana

Fujimura Mamoru

“How…how did this happen…?” yougawked at the plate in front of you, eyebrow twitching as you cautiously pokedat it with a fork.

“All I asked you to do wasmicrowave it…how did you manage to burn my dish into something thisunrecognizable?” your mother marveled, eyes fixed on the black mass resting ontop of the table.

“Ahahaha…” Mamoru chucklednervously, hanging his head in shame. “I’m so sorry‼”

“This is why I told you not to gointo the kitchen.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Mom, why didyou ask him for help? I told you Mamoru can’t cook to save his life.” You explainedwith a frown while the messy-haired idol bowed his head in apology again.

“I didn’t know it was this bad.” Yourmother countered when your father finally stepped in with a wry chuckle.

“Now now, everyone has things they’regood and bad with…even if this is taking things to a whole other level.” He mumbled the last part,patting Mamoru’s shoulder with a smile. “Don’t beat yourself up over this,Mamoru—we’ve still got so many more dishes ready to eat!”

—

Dinner itself passed by rathersmoothly, you enjoying your mother’s cooking after what felt like forever whileyour parents got to learn more about the burgundy-haired idol you werecurrently dating.

“So Mamoru, tell me more aboutyour family. What do your parents do?” your father asked.

“Ah, they actually passed awaywhen I was still young.” Mamoru explained, shaking his head in reassurancewhile your father apologized. “It’s fine! It’s unfortunate but I’ve come toterms with it. And besides…I found a new family thanks to Kou-ku—I mean my unit’sleader!” he replied with his usual smile, miraculously managing to bring back thecasual atmosphere from before.

“Ahh, that’s right! I’d love tohear more about your work. I know you’re currently an idol but that was onlyafter meeting your fellow unit members, right? What were you doing before that?”your father changed the topic, making both of you choke on your food.

“What’s gotten into you two all of a sudden?!” Your mother pat your back as youcoughed, offering you a glass of water while your father merely looked at youtwo with a confused expression.

“Y-You see…I-I was…” Coffee huesdarted around the room, finally looking down at his plate with a defeated sigh.“I was a NEET who got taken in by a high school student…who just so happens tobe Growth’s Leader.”

“B-But before that, I was aregular salaryman…until my company went bankrupt and—”

“Mamoru, please stop talking…”

—

A short chuckle escaped his lips,setting the photo frame down before he looked around the rest of the room,coffee brown eyes taking in the sight of old photos, stuffed animals scattered on your bed, and posters stuck on the wall.

“So this is where you were.” Hejumped in surprise at your sudden voice, finding you standing at the entrance ofyour bedroom. “Sorry, my niece and nephew just got dropped off. They’respending the night here too apparently.” You explained, walking into your oldroom with a pout. “You better not be snooping around.”

“Of course not!” Mamoru laughed,looking around the room once more. “I’m just taking the time to see what kindof kid you were.” Brown eyes lit up once he saw a poster featuring somefamiliar faces. “Ah! You were a fan of Shiki-san and Shu-san’s old unit?”

You nodded, standing beside him tolook at the poster. “I was. Right until they disbanded. Tell them you saw this andI’ll let it slip about your female teacher col—”

“Ahhh for the last time, it wasjust a bad joke by Ken-kun‼(*) I don’t have anything like that, I’m an idol, youknow?!” Mamoru argued with an unusual amount of denial while you laughed. Settlingdown, you held his hand.

“So how was it? Spending Christmasdinner at my parent’s place?”

“It was fun! I got to meet thepeople that raised you and learn things about your childhood. I don’t knowwhat kind of impression I made on themthough…I burnt your mother’s cooking and made things really awkward duringdinner, after all…” Mamoru said with a sheepish scratch of his cheek. He took abreath before continuing. “It wasn’t the ideal Christmas dinner…but if they’re willing to accept this clumsy me,I’d like to keep dating you, [Name].” He squeezed your hand with a shy smile.

“Mamoru…” [E/c] hues stared athim, offering him a warm smile. “Don’t worry, I think—”

“Pachirarira, pachira…”

“…Huh?” Both of you blinked at eachother, faces quickly sinking in horror once you recognized the sound.

“Grandma! Grandpa! Look at this‼”you heard your nephew laugh from downstairs.

“When did they—?!” you searchedyour pockets for your phone, rushing down the stairs while Mamoru stood frozenin place.

“You brats, don’t take things thataren’t yours‼”

(*): In a segment of IveRaji, (at around 17:13) Kensuke says that Mamoru has some sort of collection(?) which apparently has a handwritten note saying “Female Teacher”, although Mamoru fervently denies it, stating that he “Has no such things” as he “is an idol!!”. But later when Soshi asks him why there’s a handwritten note of all things, Mamoru actually starts answering the question by saying that it’s so that it’s easy to tell before denying it again. Do with this information as you will lol

Murase Dai

Your footsteps crunched againstthe snow, leaving tracks in the pure white ground as you walked through theforest, pushing aside frozen tree branches as you ventured deeper.

“Oh, if it isn’t [Name]-chan~?”you heard a voice whisper by your right ear, immediately whisking your headonly to be greeted by the forest scenery.

“Hahaha, where are you looking? I’mover here~!” you turned your head to your left, finding nothing once again whena sudden gust of wind lifted you off your feet, sending you flying into thefreezing snow.

“Tsubasa-san!” you collectedyourself, brushing snow off your clothes as you stood up to frown at thelaughing Tengu clutching his stomach.

“Ahh, that never gets old!”Tsubasa sighed, wiping a tear from his eye. “You fall for it every time, [Name]-chan!”

You puffed your cheeks when youremembered your objective. “Where did—?” you began, searching around.

“Is this what you’re looking for?”The blond yokai grinned, a set of lunchboxes floating in the air above hishand. “What are these anyway?”

“Christmas Dinner!” you explained,jogging over to the tengu. He looked at you with a confused expression, goldeneyes lighting up as he let out a hum of acknowledgement.

“Ahh, that human holiday? The onewith all those blinking lights and decorated trees?” He asked to which younodded. “It’s really popular among you humans, huh?”

“It’s a day you spend surroundedby your friends and family while you eat great food, after all.” You explainedwith a giggle, scratching your cheek. “I only brought some leftovers though…”

Tsubasa examined the boxes before lookingback at you. “Are you sure you should be here, then? You said it yourself—it’sa day you spend with your friends and family.”

“Well you’re my friends too so it’sonly fair I spend Christmas with you two as well, right?” you reasoned with a smile.

“Awww [Name]-chan, what am I gonnado with you~?” The golden-haired tengu exclaimed as he embraced you, rubbinghis cheek against yours while you laughed. “You’re such a cute kid~‼”

—

“Dai-chan~! [Name]-chan’s here!”

Blue eyes looked up at the nearbytree, Tsubasa perched atop it before they made their way to your approachingfigure, stomping your way through the fresh pile of snow. He closed his eyes tokeep his composure, opening them again to look at you.

“What are you doing out hereat this late hour?” he frowned, turning his back to you.

“Dai-chan, don’t be so cold toyour friend!” Tsubasa chided, a grin tugging the corner of his lips upwards. “Eventhough you’re super happy to see [Name]-chan~!”

“Who is?!” Dai barked, Tsubasanearly falling off the branch at his drastic change in tone. Clicking histongue, the blue-haired yokai looked back to the ground.

[E/c] hues blinked worriedly,slowly making your way towards the Gashadokuro while you searched through your bag.“Dai-san, I was hoping we could have Christmas Dinner together! Tsubasa-sanalready ate his share on the way here though…” you added with a wry laugh onlyto be greeted by silence. You looked up at Tsubasa who merely shrugged inreply.

Shifting your gaze back, you cautiouslymade your way closer. “Dai-san?”

“…What do you want?”

“Like I said, I was hoping wecould have Christmas Dinner.”

“Christmas?”

“That human holiday with that decoratedpine tree and singing…you know the one with the bearded old man in red clothes?”Tsubasa explained, brows furrowing at how much more standoffish his fellow yokaiwas being today. “[Name]-chan wanted to spend it with us because we’re herfriends too apparently!”

“Yokai and humans being friends…asif.” You frowned at his scoff.

“I brought some sweets you mightlike as well…” You began quietly, a hopeful look on your features as youapproached him, reaching out a hand. “Dai-san—”

“Get out.”

“What…?”

“I said get out, didn’t I?!” youflinched at his loud voice, yelping in pain at the vice grip on your wrist. Youpeeked open an eye, frozen in place by the pair of crystal blue eyes glaring atyou. “Christmas? Friends? Don’t make me laugh. You think yokai and humans canbe friends?”

“Dai-chan, what are you—”

“Stay out of this, Tsubasa!” Daishouted, turning his gaze back to you.

“A Christmas dinner with ayokai…? Are you an idiot?“ You winced in pain as he tightened his grip,pulling you closer. A chill ran down your spine as he drew a breath beside yourear. “Did you forget that what I eat are humans?”

[E/c] hues widened as you brokeinto a cold sweat, unable to make even the smallest sound as the skeleton on his shoulderwrapped its slender bony fingers around you.

“I have an insatiable hunger forhumans, the only reason you’ve even been kept alive until now was because one punyhuman wouldn’t be able to fill me anyway.” Dai whispered, expression turning darker. “Or are you sayingyou would gladly offer yourself up to be my meal?”

Blue eyes scanned your face: whiteas a sheet as terror contorted your features, your [e/c] hues filling with tearswhile your lips quivered as you let out a meek whimper. Helet go while the skeleton pushed you back, making you stumble and fall onto thesnowy ground.

“If you understand now, then getout.” He turned his back to you, looking over his shoulder to glare at you oncemore. “Get out of this forest and never come back here again.”

You scrambled to your feet, takingone last look at the Gashadokuro before dashing out of the forest.

“[N]-[Name]-chan!” Tsubasa heldout a hand, glaring back at Dai. “Dai, what was that all about?! There was noneed to go that far, was there?!” he barked, clutching the taller yokai’sshoulder. “You were all she kept talking about the whole way here! All[Name]-chan wanted to do was spend this ‘Christmas’ thing with you, you know?”

The blue-haired yokai stayedsilent, yanking his shoulder free and disappearing into the darkness.

“Dai-chan‼”

“If you two want to play aroundthen do it by yourselves, stop dragging me into it!” Dai exclaimed, loweringhis voice as he stared up at the winter sky—flakes of snow beginning to flutterdown. “We’re yokai. We don’t celebrate ‘Christmas’ in the first place. Humansshould spend human holidays among themselves, not prancing around in theforest at night with deadly yokai.“ He continued on his way, his footstepscrunching against the snow. “If you’re that worried about your ‘friend’, shouldn’tyou try to find her before something else does?”

Golden eyes continued to glare atthe blue-haired Gashadokuro. Clicking his tongue, Tsubasa took flight as he wentdown the mountain path. “[Name]-chan!”

“After all that big talk, aren’t youthe one that’s worried sick?”

Horimiya Eichi

You wiped the sweat off your brow,smiling proudly at the feast placed in front of you. [E/c] hues looked up at theclock, feeling more and more impatient as the seconds ticked by when theringing of your phone stole your attention.

“Hello? [Name]?”

You smiled at the familiar voice,only for it to soon fade once you noticed it wasn’t his usual cheerful tone.

“Eichi, what’s wrong? Where areyou?” you asked, though you already had a feeling of what to expect.

“S-Still at work. Something came up…” he said hesitantly, silentfor a few seconds before continuing. “I-Idon’t think I’ll be able to make it for dinner…”

You let out a stifled grunt,swallowing the words threatening to spill out. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“I’m so sorry! I know I promised we’d have dinner together but—”

“You promised!” you exclaimed,looking at the dinner table. “It’s Christmas, can’t you tell them—”

“Horimiya-san we’re ready.”

“A-Ah yes‼ I’ll be right there!” the brunet replied, lowering his voiceas he talked to you again. “[Name], I gottago! I’m so soo sorry! I promise I’llmake it up to you—”

“Don’t bother!” you exclaimed,cutting the call as you stormed back into the kitchen.

—

“[Name]? [Name]! Hello?”  Emerald hues blinked, closing with a heavysigh at the beeping signaling the end of the call. He ran a hand through hismessy brown locks, shoving his phone into his pocket as he made his way back tojoin the rest of Quell. “She definitely hates me now. For sure…”

—

You slammed a glass onto thetable, sitting down with a vehement huff, muttering curses under your breath atthe fluffy-haired brunet as you twisted the cork off a wine bottle.

Pouring the drink into your glass,you served yourself a bit of every dish you painstakingly prepared for you andEichi. You shoved a spoonful of food into your mouth, chewing angrily beforeswallowing.

“Dammit, it’s good!” you shouted,scooping up another spoonful. “Well, too bad you won’t be here to eat it!” yougrumbled as you ate, sniffling as you wiped the tears from your eyes with yoursleeve.

“Stupid Eichi…it’s Christmas…you promised…” you hiccupped, taking a sipof the wine you had been saving specifically for this day.

—

The group sat in their dressingroom, having a quaint dinner offered by the studio. Green eyes stared blanklyat the lunchbox on his lap, sighing for the nth time today.

“Eichi, what’s wrong? You’re not hungry?”Ichiru asked, spilling a few bits of food from his mouth as he spoke. “If you’renot gonna eat then can I take your chicken?”

“O-Oh, Icchi…” He looked from the raven-hairedteen down to his barely touched lunchbox, picking up a piece of chicken withhis chopsticks as he offered it to the youth. “Sure go ahead.”

“It might be convenience storefood, but man its good!” Ichiru chuckled, savoring the taste of the meat.

“Ichiru, swallow before you talk.”Issei chided, offering his little brother a paper napkin.

“Eichi, is everything alright?”Shu asked, worry muddling his handsome features.

“Eh? A-Ah yeah, I’m fine…” Eichireplied with a strained smile.

“You don’t look or sound fine…”Ichiru pointed out, earning a short chuckle from the brunet.

“Is it that obvious?” Themessy-haired idol laughed, glancing back down at his lunchbox. “Actually, I made plans to have dinner with [Name] today. You know, since it’sChristmas and all but…” he trailed off, recalling the previous phone call.

“But because of work those plansgot cancelled.” Shu finished, offering a sympathetic look. “It’s good that we’regetting more work, but you and [Name] haven’t seen each other properly for awhole month now…” Blue eyes narrowed as he held his chopsticks tighter. “Youtwo must’ve really been looking forward to today.”

“I can’t even imagine how heartbroken[Name] is…I mean, I’m the one that promised her a Christmas dinner together,after all.” Eichi sighed once more, resting his head against the wall whileemerald-green eyes stared up at the lights of the dressing room. He closed hiseyes, the image of you sitting all alone at the dinner table floating into hismind and slowly breaking his heart.

“This was so not what I had inmind.”

[aparoxysm]

all super detailed questions about Sally ✿♥‿♥✿

( @requicms , @sammrps --- koda, may and brandon are mentioned in this and you dont have to read because its HELLA LONG, but yeah. )

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Every once and a while I’ll stumble across a name and be like “WOW why don’t people use this name more??? i love it??” and at the time, Sally was one of them. I knew most people always associated it with Nightmare Before Christmas/Blink 182 and I wanted to defy that with a character. I chose Redmayne because I’m a piece of shit and she’s got red hair so sue me hahahahaha. I wish I’d chosen something else now tbh. 

But Sally does mean “a sudden charge out of a besieged place against the enemy; a sortie.” which I think is unexpectedly more than accurate.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Weak But Skilled, City Mouse, Control Freak, Daddy’s Girl, The Fashionista, The Fighting Narcissist, Ice Queen, Idle Rich, Insufferable Genius, Iron Lady,Lonely Rich Kid, The Prima Donna, Rich Bitch, Schemer, Socialite, Spoiled Brat.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

In the grand scheme of things, Sally’s childhood was perfect. She grew up getting whatever it is she wanted, especially out of fear that since she’s adopted, if she didn’t, she would use her power to resent them for not being her biological parents. If there is anything that runs in their family, it is shallowness and insecurity. Good memories involve visiting holiday homes, travelling, going to broadway and fashion shows. Bad memories involve the first time she learned she was allergic to cats, swelling up to the size of twenty balloons and being hospitalized for a week, and her dad’s having to take time off.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 

On the over all, Sally has good relationships with both her adoptive parents. Jacob is a primadonna, a total diva, a socielite and a fashionista. She’s learned all of her high class, spoiled brat, fashion queen, superior antics from him. He likes to think he’s taught her everything there is to know about being a powerful woman among stupid men. She idolizes him

Peter, on the other hand, is far more reclusive and down to earth. He’s taught her the improtance of fairness, honesty and goodness. He was the one who always comforted her about her lonliness, the one who encouraged her to let herself be open to the idea of friendship with Kitty, he’s the one who’s always been there for a real piece of sound advice from the heart, rather than the head.

As for her birth parents, she’s met her mother, and they are nothing alike. She hasn’t yet gone to look for her father, but I hope to explore that soon.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

I think that she does and she doesn’t know it yet. I have in mind a half brother, from her father’s side. A Dane Dehaan, a real Jerk With A Heart Of Gold type character. Someone who is comfortably wealthy but doesn’t see eye-to-eye with his father’s success. And I think that they would connect on a level of being kept out in the cold. I’d love to explore the idea more, but for now, it’s just that.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

She was ever studious and typically the person everyone hated because she reminded the teacher that there was assigned homework. She graduated with flying colours, then went on to Uni and got accepted into an amazingly prestigeous program that allowed her to study in France and finish her degree. I forget what it was called, but I reasearched the school and their degrees. It was a combination of Fashion and Science and how the two enterlocked, very Sally. Fibre science I think or something. She loved all of her subjects, she’s such a nerd. She especially liked writing essays though, anything with writing and she was getting 100%. I think she only hated the practical side of things, like she is okay at sewing but I don’t see her being amazing at it. I think she likes the theory of textiles and likes telling people how to make them.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 

NOpe! Nic was headcanoned as her childhood friend since preschool, since her and his parents crossed over a lot with the town’s reputation. Jacob and Blanca were best of friends for many years so they pushed Sally and Nic to be the same, which they did, so there was that.

Otherwise in high school her only friend was Kitty. And after school, Koda. That was it basically. 3 Friends LOL. Now after all of that, she’s adding Brandon into the mix. She’s so picky with the people she shares herself with, I’m amazed she even has a handful.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 

Yes, her sweet little handbag dog, Amé. She was a birthday present a couple of years ago. She doesn’t really like animals no, they make her squeamish, but Amé is very quiet and gentlenatured, the perfect companion for Sally. She often is sleeping on Sally’s bed, her own doggy bed, or the couch. She’s kind of a quiet company for Sally, whom she sometimes talks to when she needs to vent her feelings. The only time Amé acts up is around people she doesn’t know, she gets way too excited and Sally hates it. She only likes when Amé is calm.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 

HAHA nope. Sally with a big dog would be her Worst Nightmare™.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

She does and she doesn’t like children. Like with her dog, when they’re quiet and they behave, she loves them. The moment they throw a tantrum or are loud or messy, she has to tell herself to chill out or else she’ll have a melt down. I feel like children hate her, even when she tries to like them and goes out of her characteristic way to be nice. Theyre just like “NO” and shes like “ok listen here u little twit if you dont appreciate what i am doing for you ---”

So I think as a parent she would be very controlling. Too controlling and her partner would have to encourage her to ease up sometimes, that her children arent projects to be completely controlled, that making mistakes is part of learning and growing up. And that would be so hard for Sally to let happen. She was such a good behaved child and she let her parents condition every aspect of her (well, mostly Jacob), so not doing the same would just make no sense to her.

She would be the most spoiling and scary-when-mad godparent/babysitter/etc.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

For the longest time she was vegetarian and didn’t drink alcohol AT all. Now, with character development, she’s gone vegan but allowed herself to drink on special occasions. She does, however, have an immense allergy to cat hair and some medications.

12. What is their favourite food? 

Sushi!!! (And her biggest guilty pleasure; macaroons. Dont let her near them she will eat them all uncontrollably. And feel ashamed every time.)

13. What is their least favourite food?

Meat.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Luis’ restauraunt ha ha ha. No but her and Nic used to always go for seafood, and she would break her vegetarian rules for him and eat shrimp. Now, I think she just enjoys going for green juices with May, and sushi train with Kitty. Also, take away will always remind her of Koda. And coffee dates, of Brandon. I feel like she has a scheduled day of the week for each other these hahaha.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

HAHAHAHA. Sally can’t cook, and she’d never really been interested in learning. Having a live-in housemaid kind of stopped her from learning to do anything domestic. She can’t cook, doesn’t know how to do laundry, and never got her driver’s lisence. She is a failure of a human in those aspects.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 

Sally used to love doing crafts, and she would make cards every year for birthdays and holidays. So I imagine she still collects craft things for that, but never does it anymore because she’s too busy. They just kind of lay on her desk or in their craft box, never getting used. 

Of course, she also collects shoes and clothes. Duh.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

Not really, she’s never had an eye for photography, and she hasn’t really had the chance to understand how a proper DSLR works. Mostly I think because she doesn’t really like being in photos. I imagine Kitty would always be like “!!!” when she’s photographed at a social event, showing off the print and Sally is just lowkey trying not to snatch it and burn it (but also look at it a lot in secret first to notice all her shallow imperfections). If anything, I think she would take photos of her parents on vacations, or of Kitty because she’d be constantly thrown her phone like “TAKE A PHOTO OF ME WITH THESE DOLPHINS!! HERE, TAKE A PHOTO OF ME LOOKING HOT BY THE POOL!!! OH MY GOD, LET ME GO STAND OVER THERE, YOU CAN TAKE A PHOTO!!” but also she would force Sally to be in some as well.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else

Books: factual.Music: quiet, indie.Tv Shows: soap opera, dramatic not comical.Films: black and white, foreign with subtitles, romance, dark and philosophical themes.Video games; none.

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

Books: teen, sci-fi.Music: loud, obnoxious, rap, nsfw content.Tv Shows: comedic, ones that dont really follow a story line.Films: action.Video games; all.

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes?

Okay she loves classic musicals. Like she is a big Les Misérables fan which is annoying because I hate it. I think she also LOVED the Lion King broadway show, Hairspray, Pracilla and like. Wicked obviously.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Oh she has a temper alright. But at the same time, sometimes, she can have incredible patiences. Like if she knows it’s worth waiting for (Kitty’s soberity, Koda’s health regeneration, Brandon’s ability to let her in) she’ll be a as patient as a saint. But she does lose her temper a lot, and she just goes full on control freak mode. She becomes impossible to deal with, so you kind of just need to let her ride it out. 

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

You’re impossible. / You’re insufferable. / I hate you. / Excuse me? / etc.

She will insult people for just about any reason she sees fit.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

Annoyingly good memory. She’ll remember something you said on Tuesday the 14th of April, 1982.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

She’s that impossible creature that sleeps on a bed of 100 pillows, with her hands neatly folded over her sternum, hair laid out like sleeping beauty. She sleeps on pastel silk sheets, the hardest matress you’ll probably ever feel, and she goes to bed at exactly 9.30 pm every night and wakes at 6am every day without fail.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

When people think they’re better or smarter than her. She’s got a shit sense of humour though, she isn’t used to being the one making the jokes. She’s not really that funny tbh. Nor does she usually find other people’s sense of humour worth her time. So if she laughs at things you say, you’ve made it.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 

She cannot sing to save her life, so I think she talks to herself a lot. But the upbeat, chipper kind of way, that you’d notice because you can’t ignore it. I think she also does random acts of kindness, and that is super uncharacteristic, so you would definitely notice that too. 

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

The fact she’s lonely, the fact that her birth mother doesn’t want anything to do with her, the fact that she can’t have everything she wants at the drop of a hat, the fact that she doesn’t know how to make friends or feel normal like everyone else. And yeah, she’s got a lot of pent up emotion and doesn’t really know how to deal with being sad or disappointed. So I think mostly, she’ll go into her closet, shut the door and cry. She wont cry in front of someone else if she can help it. She’s too private about herself, she’d never let someone see she’s fallen from her perch.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared?

That she’ll always feel how lonely she feels right now. Or that she’ll never have what everyone else has; friendship, family and a partner.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? 

I think it shocks her because to find out a persons fear, you need to be let in close to look at them, and she’s never expecting to be liked enough to be given that privilage. So she mostly falls silent, and just quietly thinks about it for a long time. Then, yeah, she gets protective and starts culling ways to help people achieve their goals rather than bring them down. Once she cares, she’s feircely supportive.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

She goes for a 6.30 am run every day aside from Sundays and Mondays. Then she does yoga and pilates some other days, and has a very strict diet to keep the weight off. She was a bit chunkier in high school and the memory still horrifies her, even though it was just baby fat.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

Only on special occasions, like public events and holidays. I don’t think she’s ever been drunk before to be honest, but if she were to get drunk, just think of the scene where Kat Stratford drinks and starts dancing like a looney on the table, making a fool of herself. Yeah. Probably Sally lbh. Also, she’d get into political wars with everything, including a tree or chair.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

She wears a lot of Chanel the most, Prada shoes and handbags, and Gucci accessories. She wears lots of pasels, whites, creams, nudes, pinks, rosegolds, gold and browns. All the material is wears is high quality, and to sleep, she wears a pink silk nighty. She wears mineral cruelty free make up, and it’s all soft golds, browns, coppers and rose golds as well. She usually wears her hair up for work, down at home, and in a braid when she’s by herself or around someone she feels comfortable with. It’s her “chilled out” hair style, believe it or not.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Pinks and whites, probably lacey tbh, and probably very expensive. She’s very much into haute couture so I can’t imagine her settling for non descript bonds or something. She probably has the most beautiful underwear sets that never go to any sexual use LOL.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

She is short af. Hence why she likes to wear heels so often, even though she wears flats a lot, there’s no in between. While she’s skinny, I imagine she has lean thighs, like the kind people who run a lot get, and she hates it. She loves to run, and hates that it gives her “man calves and thighs”. It makes her hips look a little too big for her liking. She hates her body.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? 

Guilty: Macaroons. They go against her no-sugar diet, but she loves them too much to say no. Unguilty: acting superior towards everyone.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

She is good at debating and organizing. She likes to plan events and organize everything from the guest list, to the menu, to the decorations. She also likes craft, and planning outfits. She can’t sing. AT all.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

She loves reading, she always has. She likes to read books to learn, not for fictional pleasure. She’s a really, really fast reader. She can finish books in one sitting (which makes me so jealous). She does like poetry, but often the really ambiguous kind from authors not a lot of people are familiar with. Non fiction, 100%.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

She wishes she could relax and dance silly like Kitty, just to make people smile and to feel true freedom. She wishes she could speak more languages (even though she can speak 5 and write 3). She wishes she could be normal, and she admires people for their adaptability and empathy.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? 

Oh the romantic in her loves them, but the old fashioned prude in her loves them too. She sends lots of letters, but also uses emails for work a lot. She likes all of them.

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Energy drinks? No. Coffee? Yes. Sugary foods? No. She is hyped up on her own sense of crazy so she doesn’t really need any of these.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

Heterosexual. 

Things she finds attractive; good wit, chivalry, sense and reason, sensible people, smart people, business savvy people, a good suit, cleanshaven and expensive cologne, wealth and passion.

What she wants in a relationship; romance, support, devotion.

What she needs in a relationship; respect of privacy, trust, honesty.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

Her goals lay in the fashion industry, she wants to work in a BIG and well known company, where she can boss people around and choose looks for approaching seasons. She likes to buy for companies, rather than design. She likes being the one who chooses what’s hot and what’s not. 

She would sacrifice her dream of having a family if it meant getting the career of her dreams.

Personal goals include getting married and having children.

Her secret ambition is to finally be okay with who she is as a person, and stop trying to live to her expectation of what everyone else thinks is right and just.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Yes, she’s a Christian. She goes through phases of practicing, she used to a lot more when she was younger, but now she likes to practice quietly and in privacy. She thinks non religious people are missing out.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 

Spring, because florals! But also autumn, because autumn colours are so her colours. She likes the filler seasons because she doesn’t like extreme heat or cold. Her perfect weather is no wind, but a slight chill in the air. She doesn’t do well with ice and snow OR heat and sunburn. She complains about the cold the most I think.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 

They usually see her as stuck up, bossy, annoying, spoiled, narcassistic, and controlling. And tbh it’s not much different to how she sees herself, becuse she does acknowledge all of those traits in herself. But it kind of makes her sad too, because rather than trying to prove people wrong, she puts up a guard. If that’s what they think? Then good for them, they’re missing out, they’ll never get to see how much love she actually has to give, or how supportive, loyal and caring she can be.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves?

HA, no way. People hate her on sight generally. Usually she introduces herself with a look of really not wanting to be there. She’s very snobby, so you’ll be able to tell instantly if she likes you or not. Other than that, when she knows it’s in her best interest not to be rude, she’s fake. She’s so shiny plastic fake, that it’s usually easy to see through as well.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

Shiny plastic fake, as put just before. She adores formal occasions and events, she loves black tie events, but she loves white tie more. Being invited to prestigious events makes Sally believe she’s worth something, even though she knows that without all the wealth and notoriety, these people are basically nothing. She likes the entrepreneurial air of fancy parties, the networking, the gossip. She likes feeling included in something that really couldn’t care less if she turned up or not. :/

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organise the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? 

Yes, the big, fancy, corperate types. You won’t catch her at a bar, club or house party though to save her life. Not unless Kitty literally bound and dragged her there. She likes to organize any formal event she can, if she can get her name on the commitee list, she will put 110% towards making sure it’s a big success. 

If she’s being dragged to a party, Sally normally sits uncomfortably and turns down every drink/food offered to her. She complains the whole time, looks upset and unsettled, and asks when she can go home all night. Probably leaving of her own accord once Kitty gets too drunk. (with or without her).

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

Her day planner, it has her life inside it, and she relies so heavily upon it I’m not sure what she’d do without it. It goes everywhere with her yes, along with her phone because of her calendar. She’s always got something on in the next five minutes, whether it’s actually something important or “bathroom break”. 

She’s very sentimental though. She remembers her first pair of shoes she bought herself, the first Chanel dress her father gave her, the necklace she got for her birthday, the complimentary pack she got from her first fashion show as a somebody, the shrivelled balloon from the first birthday party Kitty ever threw for her, etc. Those things stay with her forever, and she keeps them very dear to her cold, stony heart.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

Her day planner. Facial and body clenses. A hair brush/comb. Her phone. A smart pair of flats. Her passport and another form of ID. Hand cream. A travel sized perfume. Hand sanitizer and a packet of sanitizer wipes. An echo bottle of water. A good quality sweater in case she gets cold. Asprin and an epipen.