#brynn Cooke

[fischerfrey]

sims awakened;

over on discord, i offered to make a few hpma mcs in the sims and here's the end result! thank you everyone who trusted their characters in my hands, i hope i did them justice!

shreya battersea-parsons by @endlessly-cursed

thora maythorn-raines by @cursebreakerfarrier

brynn cooke by @camillejeaneshphm

jane luther by @hphmmatthewluther

[writergracethepanda]

Aiden is the guy who shouts “JUST TALK TO EACH OTHER” during romance movies and refuses to talk about his own romantic feelings.

[uselessdancedata]

remember everyone that eqw claims to not only be a teacher, but a mom as well 😂

SHE BETTER NOT BE A MOM OR A TEACHER she'd be a danger to children

[valeroyeaux]

sometimes i think too much about brynn booker (my own oc) and i go crazy and start gnawing on my furniture like a woodchuck

[babydollmarauders]

You should do a soft jack nsfw headcannon if you have the chance!

okay, i worked on these during ducks intermission and i had to consult brynn for the last few of these because i’m not generally a soft nsfw person—

jack is a sucker for soft sex, as much as he loves being rough, i think he loves taking his time to really show his adoration for your body and showcase his love even more!

i’m a firm believer that jack loves the domestic sex. the kind of sex that comes from soft kisses on the couch or dancing around the kitchen.

he’s absolutely the kind of guy who would finger you while watching a show together and then suddenly the tv is paused and he has you laid across the couch and his lips are on your breasts.

MORNING SEX! SO MUCH MORNING SEX! i’m talking right after you wake up, the golden sunlight peeking through the curtains, lazy ‘good morning’ kisses leading into him thrusting into you from behind, spooning you to him as he lazily paws at your boobs, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he kisses your shoulder and the back of your neck.

he loves whispering praises in your ear as he thrusts into you, his soft words mingling with your breathy moans is the definition of perfection to him — “you’re beautiful, baby. so pretty underneath me.”

kissing you slow and sweet while he’s on top of you is one of his absolute favorite things. his forehead pressed against yours, hot breath fanning upon each others lips, and with every stroke, he’s pressing a kiss against your lips.

loves missionary for soft sex because he gets to watch your face contort in blissful pleasure

but he also loves when you’re on top and he gets to hold your boobs and praise you on how good you’re doing for him— “that’s it, baby. i know it’s getting hard, i’m close too; but you’re doing so good for me, baby. i’m so proud of you.”

you and jacks sort of intimacy could happen anywhere in jacks eyes. the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, etc. anywhere is fair play for him since generally, the movements are subtle and slow.

aftercare is huge for jack! lengthy cuddles, bubble baths, hot showers, etc.

he loves cooking for you after sex. anything to make sure you eat and replenish your energy; if you want a simple sandwich, he’s making you a sandwich, but if you want a full meal like chicken pasta and steamed veggies, then he’ll happily cook an entire meal for you as you sit on the counter and ‘sneakily’ steal the ingredients to snack on. when that happens, he usually puts on soft music and you guys will talk about anything and everything as he just cooks for you, and every once in a while, he’ll ask how your feeling and kiss your lips gently and tell you how much he loves you.

jack would be so vocal during sex. he would have some of the hottest moans you’d ever hear from a man, and he knows the effect his voice has on you. that being said, he’d also be vocal in the sense that he’s always speaking to you, praising how beautiful you look while so full of him.

eye contact would be a must for jack, and he wouldn’t break it. if you end up looking away from him, he’d gently grip your face and pull it back to look at him again.

[leftdestiny-posts]

Tagged by @screamingcrows (Thank you!!! I ended up adding a few abandoned WIP's because they're still marinating + some bigger documents like AU's & series)

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

/ [ WIP ] Blood Pact / Heart to Heart || (Il Dottore x Reader)

/ [ ZWIP ] Child's Play (Il Dottore x Reader)(SERIES)

^WIP || "Unity" Shiro/Kuro

^WIP || the BAKERY

^WIP | IDEAS

z (abandoned) || I'm All Ears ( Il Capitano x Reader )

Z ( ABANDONED ) NO13 || CH1 [WIP]

tagging: @euniveve @jessamine-rose @teabutmakeitazure @brynn-lear @harmonysanreads (no pressure tho!! yalls were just the first people to come to mind + I'm curious to see what you're cooking behind the scenes >:3) + anyone else who wants to join in!

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Darien: You’re a pain in the ass to find. Brynn: Why’re you finding me? Darien: To check on you? Brynn: I not need a minder, I am okay. [Darien smiled tightly; she didn’t look okay, but apparently she was stubborn, like someone else he knew] Brynn: Have you said anything? Darien: No. Brynn: Good, I go back soon. Darien: So you’ve said. Have you got somewhere to stay in the meantime? Brynn: Sort of. Darien: It’s getting dark, maybe you should think about heading there. Brynn: Is too early-.. since Louis is home I sleep on Vivi’s couch, or in laundromat after hours. Darien: That’s hardly a solution. Why don’t you let me pay for-… Brynn: There’s really no need. Darien: Let me buy you dinner then. Brynn: [laughs] I bet you have expensive taste-.. no, thank you. Darien: I’ll cook instead. Brynn: You can cook? Darien: Sure, I cook for myself every night-.. so really, there’d be no extra cost. [Brynn squinted; she was hungry, and part of her wanted to get to know Wyatt’s oldest, closest friend. The man whom he preferred over his own brother] Brynn: You bring me back afterward? Darien: If you’d like. Brynn: Okay… … [Brynn hesitated upon reaching Darien’s car] Darien: It’s open. Brynn: Last time I got in a car with someone like you, it did not end well. Darien: If I wanted to commit suicide, I’d pick a different method. [Brynn hummed, slightly amused] Darien: And don’t compare me to Kian.

[hauntedbythenarrative]

Tiny ghosts live inside me. The ghosts of my own pathetic girlhood.

Norma Jean Baker of Troy, Anne Carson//Prelude, Brynne Rebele-Henry//Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head, Warsan Shire//The Hungry Woman: A Mexican Medea & Heart of the Earth: A Popul Vuh Story, Cherríe L. Moraga//Emily Carey and Olivia Cooke as Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon (2022-)

[satansapostle6]

X

Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Part Five

Part Six: Merry Happy

Friday couldn’t come soon enough. After telling Ray about his successful asking-out of Brynne Johansson, Josh couldn’t wait until the Kronish Ball that night where he would essentially get to show off to the entire office that Dr. Johansson was his date. That morning, he’d come into work with an entirely different attitude, genuinely smiling and honestly telling people ‘good’ when they asked how he was doing.

At exact ten, he’d stopped by Brynne’s office while she was still busy in the lab to drop off a little plant of beautiful purple, almost royal blue orchids on her desk, with a card attached that read ‘From Josh’. He felt like a baller.

On top of that, later that afternoon as he got home from work, he received a text that made him giddy like a teenager.

This is Brynne. Got your number from Ray. Pick me up at 5:30.

Beneath it was her home address. Josh loved how direct she was. He resisted the urge to start yelling and celebrating on the drive home from work. But a part of him felt as if, in that moment, he could’ve crashed the car and died happy. Josh quickly ran into his parents’ house, eager to remind his parents of his accomplishment.

“Hey, Mom! Hey Dad!” he called.

“Hi, Joshy!” his mom called from the dining room table.

“Ready for your big date tonight?” his dad added.

“That’s what I’m about to do right now!” Josh called, running up the stairs.

He had a little while before he was going to leave to pick up Brynne, and he intended to utilize every moment of it to prepare for their date. The first thing he did was rummage through his closet, looking for his good(and only) suit. He laid it out on his bed, examining it with his hands on his hips, satisfied with himself.

“Josh,” his mother called through the open door. “Want me to iron that for you?”

“Sure, Mom,” he nodded gratefully, “Thanks.”

“Of course,” Diane smiled, taking the suit off of his bed, “So, when do we get to meet the famous Dr. Johansson?” she asked giddily.

“Mom,” Josh sighed, “This is my first date with her.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t pry!” she exclaimed humorously. “But I really would love to meet her. Your father would, too. We’d love to have her over!”

“Yeah, I’m sure you would,” he agreed, shutting the door behind her as he prepared himself for a shower.

Josh took an extra long, steamy shower, as if he’d somehow come out extra clean. He got out and immediately dabbed on some of the cologne that Brynne had complimented before, knowing she liked it. He spent the next couple of hours on random things he thought might help, like brushing his teeth twice just to make sure his breath smelled good.

Once he felt he was ready, he carefully put on the suit that had been neatly laid out on his bed for him, putting extra care into tucking his shirt in and tying his tie. Josh came downstairs, fully dressed and ready to pick up his beautiful date, who he couldn’t wait to see.

“Oh, Joshy, you look so handsome!” Diane exclaimed as she helped cook dinner.

“Agreed. Looking sharp, Joshy,” Gabe said with a proud smile.

“Can I please take a picture?” Josh’s mother asked, running to grab her phone, “For the photo album?”

“Mom, I’m running late,” Josh sighed, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Alright, bye, Joshy, have fun!” she called happily.

“Be safe!” his father waved as he rushed out the door.

Josh had never been more nervous in his life. He’d cleaned out his car the day before just in case, going so far as to vacuum. He already knew his car was nowhere near as cool as Brynne’s, so he tried his best to still impress her with how pristine everything was.

He eventually arrived at the address she’d given him, a nice house in a nice neighborhood. It definitely looked like a doctor’s house. Josh parked his car out front, deciding to walk up to her door and knock like a gentleman. He felt like he was taking her to the prom. Josh rang the doorbell, waiting for just a moment before the door opened.

“Hachi machi,” he gasped.

He’d seen Brynne dressed up for work before, but this was something else entirely. She came out onto the porch in a stunning emerald green gown, perfectly complimented her features.

“I take it I look okay?” she asked humorously.

“More than okay,” Josh assured her, unable to close his mouth completely.

He knew the first thing he had to do was compliment her, but he felt overwhelmed by her beauty, as if she was too beautiful to even adequately compliment.

“You look… Amazing,” he breathed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you, Josh,” she smiled. “You look very handsome.

He blushed at the compliment, still taking her in as he stood there in front of her. The dress was perfect on her, backless and form-fitting, showing off just how beautiful and elegant her body was. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in soft waves, looking perfect as usual.

“Thanks,” he breathed, looking back at the car. “Shall we?”

“Yes.”

She smiled in surprise as he nervously offered her his arm, walking her to the car like a gentleman, exactly as he’d been taught. He opened the car door for her, watching her smile as she got in.

“Thank you,” she chuckled, appreciative of the gesture.

As she got into the passenger’s seat beside him, Josh had to come to a complete stop for a moment as he took in the faint difference in air in the car.

“Brynne… you smell amazing,” he breathed, sounding winded from trying to breathe in as much of her perfume as possible.

She chuckled, knowing there was a reason she had a designated ‘secret weapon’ perfume, “Thank you,” she responded warmly. “You, and Nina Ricci.”

“No, Brynne, I’m serious,” he insisted excitedly, “You smell… like freaking heaven.”

“Well,” she nearly whispered, leaning in toward him with a dangerous smile, “I think you’re the most handsome guy in the world.”

Josh cleared his throat loudly to mask the sound of a surprising and involuntary groan of appreciation.

“Th-Thank you,” he managed, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Hey,” she said softly, her hand cupped against the side of his face, “Are you okay?”

Josh quickly composed himself, feeling guilty for concerning her. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” he promised, feeling weak against her touch, “You’re just… really, really pretty. Like unbelievably pretty.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she gushed, “You know. I’ve always thought you were adorable.”

“Adorable? Really?” Josh laughed, caught off guard by how much he liked the compliment.

“Yeah,” Brynne nodded, “You are.”

“I-I think I like the way you talk to me,” he said candidly. “You—You give nice compliments. It’s sweet.”

“You’re one of the few people I’ll be sweet to,” she shrugged.

“Good,” he smiled, starting the car. “You know, I feel special.”

-

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

haven't posted tpq in a while so here's some hc's for y'all thirsty bitches

Aru learns how to knit, eventually, once things settle down. It's her one and only brainless activity that feels productive

Aiden really sucks at drawing, believe it or not. He can't paint or do art for shit.

Brynne is really into pottery (???) and she and Hira take a couples pottery class that ends... messily

Hira learns how to bake under Brynne, and eventually (lowkey) becomes a better baker than her. Sure, Brynne still cooks better, but Hira's just better at baking

Brynne's not mad that Hira's better than her. It's not a problem.

Everyone's really surprised that Brynne isn't upset that Hira's a better baker than her

Rudy discovers Chappell Roan and becomes obsessed

Rudy pulls up outside Mini's house one day with "HOT TO GO" blasting and gets arrested for disrupting the neighbors

this happens at three am

Mini knows how to play the piano (I think this is confirmed in the series???) BUT she only likes playing Taylor Swift because I SAID SO

And that's about all the fuel I have for today! Lmk if you have any tpq suggestions or prompts you want me to write (send in an ask and I'll probably bang it out)

[writergracethepanda]

Brynne: So, what's for dinner?  Hira, staring at the food she burnt: Regret.

[dc418writes]

✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: The girls are growing up, and Ari doesn’t like it (Operation: Rekindle addition)

⚠️: mention of spider, killing of said spider, Ari being an emotional bean lol, pretty much all fluff💕

*Disclaimer!: although collage/visual created by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used, as they were all found via Pinterest*

“Hey,” you smile answering the incoming FaceTime from your ex. Finally able to sit in bed after a long day of cooking and leading an entire kitchen staff, being surrounded by your soft, plush comforter is the closest thing to heaven on Earth. “Everything okay?”

“They don’t need me anymore.”

“Wait what? They who?”

Sitting on the side of his own respective bed, Ari lets out a heavy sigh as his unoccupied hand finds his forehead. “The girls. They don’t need me anymore.”

You feel relief shower over you - momentarily worried he was referring to his job - before you’re light-heartedly rolling your eyes watching him dramatically flop backwards onto the bed.

“I thought I had until 18. 16 at the very least…you know what? I blame that kangaroo they used to watch that would always go on adventures by himself and say how they were big boys and girls that could do anything on their own. What was his name? Rodney? Bobby?”

“..Robbi Hopper?”

“Him! Who agreed that was a good show for kids?,” he asks nearly making you erupt in laughter. You slyly move out of the camera’s view as if you’re just making yourself more comfortable - subtly giggling to yourself - before you move back into the screen gently clearing your throat as if nothing happened.

“Okay I’m a bit lost, so I need you to start from the very beginning.”

“I’m cleaning up after dinner right? And then I hear a shriek then a thud, so I hurry upstairs to check on the girls.”

-

“You guys okay? I need to come in?,” he asked after knocking a couple times. Slightly panicked hearing complete silence as he waited on the other side of their door. Soon there’s soft footsteps and Aliana appears in the doorway looking nonchalant in her pajamas.

“Nope, all fine. We just saw a spider and-,”

“Where?,” he asks looking along the walls and ceiling of the semi messy room. “Keep an eye on it and I’ll get a napkin.”

“No need, I got it,” Brynn states proudly holding out a crumpled tissue of her own. “I threw my shoe at it.”

“Oh..good job guys.” This is how it all started. They kill their first spider by themselves and next they’re off getting their own apartment and jobs completely self sufficient and independent.

No longer daddy’s girls crying out for him and wanting his comfort or safety.

It seems like it wasn’t that long ago one or both of them were running into his room scared of the “monster” outside tapping against the window. Their big, brown eyes and soft “peaseee?” easily breaking him down to let them sleep in his king sized bed.

They’re tiny bodies would scoot close into each side and hold onto his long arms as he tried to calm their worried, little minds with their favorite songs or made up stories. Soon all three would be asleep and that mean monster long forgotten.

How he missed those days that passed much too quickly.

“Dad? You okay?,” Brynn asks after throwing away the squished insect and noticing her father’s sudden stare into the unknown.

“A-Are you crying?,” Ali adds tilting her head in confusion at his now misty eyes.

“No no, I just uh..allergies,” he nervously chuckles quickly trying to wipe at his eyes. “I’m gonna go take something. Y-You guys get ready for bed.”

“…But we are?,” they say in unison, but Ari’s already out the door reminding himself to breathe and that everything would be okay as he moves towards his bedroom.

-

“And then I called you,” he finishes while toying with a loose thread on his comforter. Hearing your muffled laugh has him sitting up - admittedly a little too fast for his brain’s liking - now focused on you through the screen pressing your lips together with clear amusement on your face.

“Are you laughing at me right now?”

“Okay yes, but I swear it’s not because I’m making fun! Honey just because they kill one spider doesn’t mean they’re gonna forget all about you.”

He’s quiet, but you can see his little cute pout as he looks down at his lap.

“Remember when they learned to tie their shoes? I had them married off and leaving me to rot in a nursing home run by that evil lady from Matilda.”

Ari softly chuckles remembering that day. Of course in front of the girls you were so excited and supportive - like the amazing mama you were - showering Ali and Brynn in kisses and praises for achieving such a huge milestone. But he later saw the tears as you sat on your closet floor clutching their baby blankets to your chest while you hummed “Isn’t She Lovely”.

“They’re leaving me,” you adorably sobbed. Tears dripping down your cheeks as you looked up at Ari who immediately crouched down giving you one of his signature bear hugs.

“Yea I’m feeling pretty much the same right about now,” he states.

“And do you remember how maybe 10 minutes later they were running in the room wanting me to fix them a snack?”

He softly chuckles using his hand to push his hair from his eyes. “And how you practically trampled me to go do it.”

“Again, I’m sorry for knocking you down,” you chuckle. “But my point is that they’re always gonna need us. Maybe not for as much like when they were little kids, but still.”

“Yea you’re right,” he quietly admits. “I just miss those days you know? Everything went so fast and now they’re almost teenagers.”

“I miss them too. They gotta grow up though, it’s part of life.”

The light taps at his door already tell him it’s Brynn on the other side - who tended to drum her fingers/fingernails along the hardwood ever since she learned the movement.

“Hold on Y/N. Come in!”

Brynn’s the first to enter twisting a strand of hair around her index finger; then Ali with her tattered stuffed bunny firmly held at her side. Both common tells that showed you and Ari when they were stressed or worried.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Well not nothing but nothing’s wrong or anything,” Brynn answers making Ari lift his brow trying to figure out exactly what she said. “We were talking about the spider and how we didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl which led to us wondering if there were babies…”

“And now we don’t know if there’s more in our room,” Ali finishes.

“So can we stay in your room tonight?,” they ask in unison. Both girls in their matching satin, floral bonnets peering at him with those eyes that were dangerous in their own right.

On the outside, Ari appeared to be playing it cool lightly nodding along throughout their explanation. Internally though, you’d think he’d won the Super Bowl how overjoyed he was; practically vibrating with excitement.

From your side of the phone, it’s as if you could personally feel his mood brighten making you smile to yourself. He had his girls back and all was right in his world

Not that he’d really lost them

(And not all was completely right in Ari’s life. If it were up to him, you’d be by his side helping him through this instead of halfway across town. You’d eventually see that later.)

“Well, you guys are a bit too big to spend the night in here, so how about we camp out in the living room tonight? Then tomorrow I’ll check and spray in your room.”

“Okay,” the twins nod with content smiles.

“Alright go ahead and pick a movie we can watch; I’ll meet you guys out there. Oh, and say goodnight to mom,” he states turning his phone towards them.

They each say their respective “goodnight” and “love you” before bouncing out the door going back and forth about what movie genre they should pick.

“Hate to say I told you so,” you smirk causing him to shyly chuckle and rub at the back of his neck as he moves towards his en suite bathroom.

“Okay maybe I was being a bit dramatic.”

“No, you had a moment where you felt sentimental and that’s okay.”

Ari was feeling that quite a bit lately. Especially remembering your time together.

How things could’ve been so different had he never caved.

Gazing at you as you began wrapping your hair in your own headscarf, that feeling returns to his chest as a soft smile curls along his lips. “Thanks for always being there. I know we’re not together anymore-,”

“Not together as a couple, but still friends. So you don’t have to thank me Ari.”

“I don’t have to, but I am.”

Now it was your turn to be in your feelings. “Well, if you insist,” you shrug making his laugh deepen and smile a tad wider.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he waves. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Goodnight Ari.”

Who would’ve known at this stage of life you’d be in the friend zone? And utterly miserable

[painter-of-the-stars]

hihii 🥹🥹 can you do aruden hcs plspls

ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ?

Bleeeeep! The Payphone is ringing ! Requested: hihii 🥹🥹 can you do aruden hcs plspls ( Anon, Thank you for coming by!)

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

Might I say, anon, you have GREAT TASTE??? AHHHHHH MY FAV BRAINROT COUPLE????

Anyway.

Aru and Aiden probably sit and geek out on stupid old bad cgi movies, almost always ending up with one of this laughing so hard water comes out their nose

Aiden suffered the wrath of the kitchen boss Brynne to learn how to cook, so he can cook Aru things she likes. She teases him so much about it.

Aru's the kind of person to like, very awkwardly kiss Aiden when he's yapping about some documentary or the other and both of them will just kind of sit there, brains trying to catch up

this like continues even after a while into their relationship. because awkward teenage relationships are the best.

Aiden has a secret stash of stupid photos of aru, and she knows about this (so its not very secret) but he has a secret SECERT stash of pictures where he thinks she looks pretty, or she's doing something nice. (this stash is actually HUGE)

His music taste is literally Aru's music taste, and when on the metro to go get some chaat or something, they'll share earphones and listen to music.

Aru INSISTS on painting his nails black to """complete the emo look"" and now its a tradition to see the both of them huddled in her room every few weeks because his nail paint chipped or something.

Aru doodles on his arms sometimes and he ""scolds"" her for it, but secretly he loves it sm

in conclusion, your honor, BEST. COUPLE.EVER.

a/n: first headcanons post!! ofc its aruden <33333 I love them so much! Thanks anon for the req!!

Bleeeeep! Insert a coin into the slot to make another wish! Later, reader!

Want to be on the payphone's taglist? Shoot me a dm!

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

Rudy's Redemption Arc (Christmas Oneshot)

a/n: they are. so silly. this is, in itself, so so so silly. i hope this gives u some sort of serotonin rush (like the one i got while writing it at 12.26 AM while on my notes app instead of sleeping)

also, um. there will be a lot of santa slander. so go into this with that knowledge. idk.

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Like the storms he was aptly named after, Yamini Kapoor-Mercado-Lopez's boyfriend burst into her apartment in a whirlwind, his face flushed, his breaths heavy. 

“My queen! We have a problem,”

Her fight-or-flight response instantly activated by those words, she got up, her fingers curled around Dee Dee, dormant in its compact mirror form. 

“Is it a monster?” She asked, mentally preparing herself for a possible battle ahead. 

“No,” his voice grew soft, his eyes wide. “It's worse. I have to host a Christmas party.”

“...Huh?”

————

In the past two years they'd been dating, and the 4 years in which they'd known each other, only once had Rudy been trusted to host a party. He was banned, of course, after the Naga Palace Screening Room Incident of 2021. The mental scars left behind still stung, to this date. 

Rudy thrust his phone in front of her face, which was open to their Potatoes group chat, where the last message was, from Brynne: I can't wait!

“I thought you were banned from hosting parties?” She frowned, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose. 

“Ugh, I thought so too— but Brynne had a medical emergency—”

“Hold up, hold up— Brynne had a medical emergency? And I wasn't told?”

Rudy caught her shoulders, steadying her. “She's fine, but Hira's not allowing her to enter the kitchen for the rest of the day. Seems like she burned herself while cooking. But, unfortunately,”

She knew her boyfriend and her friends well enough by now to complete that sentence. 

“With the Naga kingdom's resources, chefs, and ballrooms…” she continued, 

“...they wanted me to host. Last minute,” He finished.

“Why not just cancel the party?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, before saying, “I agreed without thinking, before I remembered that none of you are allowed back in the royal palace.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, slowly, already anticipating how this sentence might end. 

To save him the pain of finishing it, she said, “Now you need help finding a venue,”

He nodded, vigorously, desperation making his eyes shine. Leaning forward, she pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, hoping that would make him calm down, while the cogs of her brain turned. 

Glancing around her apartment, she remembered that her roommate was out of town, spending Christmas with her family, so it was just her...

“I mean, we can host it here, but…” She felt her stomach turn when she checked her watch. 5 hours left. 

Releasing herself from his grip, she snatched her coat up, and continued, “We don't have a lot of time, so we need to rush to the store now.”

His eyes glittered. “You're helping me?”

“Obvi—” she couldn't finish her sentence before he wrapped her in a hug, the words Thank you, thank you, thank you! Leaving his mouth in a rapid succession. 

She patted his shoulder, and said, “We don't have a lot of time, jaan.”

“But I like hugging you.”

“Rudy. My hugs won't save you from Brynne's wrath.”

“Okay, fair.” He let go of her, and just as she was about to drag him to the door and to the grocery store, he said, nervously, “Um, I just realised we have another problem.”

“Oh, no,”

“I haven't exactly grasped the concept of Christmas yet.”

“Oh.”

————

This tradition of their Christmas parties had started two years ago, when Aru had broken her hand around this time, and they'd thrown a party and plied her with gifts to keep her spirits high. After that, Nikita had jokingly suggested to 'make this an every-year thing', and her suggestion was taken into stride, with each Potato being given a chance to host (Rudy was forbidden. Until today, as Aru, Aiden and the twins had flown in from Atlanta, Brynne was incapacitated, Hira was taking care of her, and Mini had the bad habit of ignoring their texts while she was studying). From the point of view of religion, they didn't really celebrate the festival, but they saw the novelty of giving each other presents and throwing parties involving strictly non-alcoholic drinks.

Since they hadn't really celebrated it 'traditionally', they'd forgotten that Rudy didn't exactly know what happened on Christmas. And Rudy, bless his sweet, lovable, adorable heart, had just taken it in stride. 

“So, basically, there's a belief a dude called Santa Claus comes in through the chimney, drops off presents underneath the Christmas tree, for the good kids. The naughty kids get a piece of coal.”

She glanced up at Rudy, his nose wrinkling in that cute way of his whenever he was in deep thought. 

“That's creepy,” he decided. 

“That's one way to look at it,”

“And he lives in a cottage on the North Pole? That's lame— you could easily build a palace there. It's free real estate!”

His voice took on that haughty tone, the one that she found extremely funny. 

She pulled into the parking lot, her thoughts wandering, making their way back to him, just in time for her to hear, “...And the concept of the elves making all the toys is just... iffy. Are they unionised? If they have to make toys for all the children in the world, then I doubt they get many benefits. It isn't fair to them— in my opinion, Santa is an extremely cruel and crass business owner, and not just a business owner— a regular home invader.”

“All that hangs true if Santa is real.”

He lifted a shoulder. “I, an exceedingly good-looking prince who is half-snake, am real. You, the demigod daughter of the god of death, with the best karaoke voice in the Otherworld, are real. So who says that Ol' Saint Nick isn't?”

Silence fell in between them. “If Santa decides to invade our home, will you protect me?” He whispered. 

She laughed, and pressed another kiss to his nose. “Of course. I'll beat him away with Dee Dee.”

“Thank you. I love you.” Then, he snapped his fingers. “Wait, why are we here?”

“Panicking over party decor.”

“Right. Mini, let me introduce my plan: Get Shit Done And Evade Brynne's Wrath.”

“I'm listening, and intrigued.”

————

Rudy was a taught strategist. He knew what to do, having it be taught to him during his tutoring sessions that were required as a prince. 

Mini herself hadn't seen much of his strategist side, except during Plan: Attack Mini With Cuddles And Shower Her With Affection (which worked, it instantly lifted her mood); or Plan: Steal Shadowfax As Revenge For Aiden Finishing the Nutella (which kind of worked, he succeeded in stealing the camera, and wheedle a jar of Nutella from Aiden, but it also earned him a bruise on his head and a lifetime ban from Aiden's room). 

She was now seeing this side of him, as he explained to her his strategy: one that would allow them enough time to buy the food, decor, and go back to the apartment to set up. 

“Okay. I run to the food department, at the same time, you run to the decorations. If you can't get through, bribe them, brute force your way, I don't care. My life is on the line.”

“I will do no such thing,” 

He pouted. 

“No, your eyes won't work... ugh, fine, if there isn't enough time, I'll resort to trickery,”

“Okay.” He turned, but stopped, “Oh, and Mini?”

“Yeah?” She said, readying her shopping cart. 

“If I don't survive today, know that I love you.”

She snorted. “Hurry up, Drama Queen. Meet me at the cashier in 30 minutes,”

“Fine, my queen. Bye!”

She laughed as she pushed her shopping cart, breaking into a run, her gaze and focus fixed on the decorations department. 

Her gaze swept across a sea of people, no doubt in the same position as her, as she checked her watch, thinking, There's not much time left...

Then, she thought, I'm sorry, people. But it has to be done.

Flicking her wrist, she felt a familiar wave of magic wash over her, and, leaving her (now invisible) grocery cart in its place, she ran to the nearly empty shelves, filled with tinsel and cheap fairy lights, and anything vaguely Christmas-y off the shelves, bundled up in her arms, and threw it in the shopping cart, mentally laughing at the comments Nikita would give. 

After a five minute power struggle to get out, she raced back to the cashier's to see Rudy in a similar state, his own cart piled with groceries. 

As they reunited, she aggressively plied herself and him with hand sanitizer, as she anxiously checked her watch. “We're five minutes behind schedule.”

“It's fine.”

“No, it's not?”

“It's fine,” He looked as if he was on the end of his metaphorical rope. 

They paid for everything and made their way outside, and, as they were loading the groceries and decorations in the trunk, she glanced at Rudy's anxious face. Cradling it in her palms, she pulled him close. “Listen. To. Me. This is a silly Christmas party, and there's nothing to worry about. You hear?”

He would sometimes get a little invested in these things, and get overly anxious about them. As a person who dealt with anxiety, Mini knew how it felt. 

He gave her his signature smirk. “Sorry, Mini, but I will 100% worry about this. Because this is my redemption arc. My one chance to prove myself after the screening room disaster.” They both shuddered at the memories of that. 

“Okay, fine. But if this has a negative toll on your stomach health—” He decided to plant a kiss on her cheek. 

“Don't you worry. As long as I have my favourite doctor with me, nothing can go wrong.”

As she pulled open the car door, she said, “It isn't a joke, you know. Excess stress can cause acidity, and the buildup of hydrochloric acid in your stomach walls will—”

“The Christmas cookies will fix that.”

“No, they won't.”

“It's a proven science. A little bit of sugar from cookies and a bit of love goes a long way,”

“Uh-huh,” she bit back a laugh, as she pulled out of the driveway. 

“Don't deny yourself happiness by not laughing,”

“I was not laughing,”

“Were too,”

————

Mini got to work sorting the ingredients. (Rudy was told, “You're tall, will you please hang up the fairy lights?”)

She frowned at the food, and thought, Maybe I could make some Filipino dishes...

Those were the only ones she knew how to make well. 

She got to work, chopping vegetables, when she saw a bundle of leaves in a plastic baggie, unlike any other— as she picked it up, she realised it was mistletoe. 

Her first thought was, it's an invasive parasite to trees, what is it doing in my home? 

Then, it’s poisonous, what is it doing with the food?

And then, she connected the dots. 

“Ohhhh.”

“Hey, Rudy?” she called out, waiting for his response. “Yeah?”

“You forgot the mistletoe with the food,” she called out. 

“Oh, sorry!” 

A beat of silence. 

“Can I help put it up?” 

“Oh, sure, why not?” 

She kicked off her sneakers and got up on the couch, carefully cutting off a piece of tape, and attaching it to the piece of wool tied to the bundle of mistletoe. 

Just as she squinted and tried to secure it, she felt a strange sensation travel up her palm— and when she pulled her hand away from the mistletoe, she saw— a spider.

“Whoa!” She tried flicking it off, but it only crawled further up her arm. 

She fell off her couch, and would’ve probably cracked her skull if Rudy hadn’t caught her, yelling, “What’s wrong?!” 

“SPIDER!” She yelled back, “ON MY ARM!” 

Rudy cringed; he was as fond of spiders as she was (which was to say, not much), but when the need arose (and Brynne wasn’t there), the responsibility of getting rid of the spider would fall to him. (The other Potatoes had claimed that it was because he was immune to poison, as a snake, but, as much as he’d insisted that, That’s not how it works! ; he’d been named ‘Official Substitute Spider Crusher’; contracted to do his duty in the absence of Brynne. 

But, this time, he failed his duty, as, he scooped up the spider, half-listening to Mini’s doomsday declarations about the kind of poison it might have, half-feeling the spider try and escape, and, with one quick swipe, opened the window and threw it out. 

As if a weight had been lifted from his chest, he took a deep breath, and told Mini, who was crouched, hands covering her eyes. 

“It’s gone.”

“You killed it?” 

“No,” he said, in his most sombre tones, “I didn’t have the heart to. It’s the season of forgiveness, after all.” 

She offered him a weak smile, which fell when she checked her watch. 

“We don’t have time.”

Already resigned to his fate of being never, ever allowed to host a party again, he held out his hand to help her up. “Well, then let’s walk into this fiery hell together.” 

She took a deep, determined breath, accepted his hand, and said, “No. We can’t let your reputation die like this.” 

————

And, thankfully, Rudy’s reputation did not die. It was on life support. The combination of sugary drinks, sleep-deprivation, and heavy food led to all the Potatoes crashing on the floor of Mini’s apartment, the silence that comes with sleep being interrupted by Rudy. 

He carefully avoided stepping on them, and began gathering up stray hot choc mugs, and plates that had been scraped clean of pasta. 

He yawned, turning a fond look at Mini, curled up on the couch, bundled up in the hoodie of his she’d sworn that she hadn’t stolen last week. 

Carefully putting the dishes in the sink, narrowly avoiding stepping over an asleep Aiden, (and mumbling an apology to him), and sunk in next to the couch next to Mini. 

She yawned, leaning in closer next to him, as he felt her weight and warmth. 

He glanced up with tired eyes, seeing the glitter attached to the mistletoe glint in the distant lights of the city. 

He smiled, slightly, and, stealing Mini’s favourite move to use on him, he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” 

————

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Nikita: Eww what is this place? There are like no ballgowns or dresses here — ooh, hi plants . . . Aiden: Shah, go sit in that big fluffy chair. I’m taking a few pictures. Actually no, go over to that other chair. Wait no go to that huge light over there. Actually wait never mind go there— Aru: THE PAINT SECTION. LOOK AT ALL THE PRETTY COLORS. AIDEN CAN WE REPAINT THE HOUSE? I LIKE THIS COLOR— Brynne: Guys, I’m hungry. Do you think anyone will mind if I go use the stoves over there? Sheela: I predict that someone will end up covered in paint . . . Mini: Do you know how many germs can be here? So many people have touched these things. You could get seriously sick from a virus that might linger on one of these surfaces — *brushes leg against shelf* AHHHHH OH MY GOD RUDY WHERE’S MY HAND SANITIZER— Hira: *murmurs to self* Pots and pans, pots and pans . . . where do I find pots and pans? Brynne needs to cook . . . Rudy: Umm guys what’s this thing? *taps a paint can on the shelf above him* It looks like some sort of stool. What if I try sitting on it? *tries to pull can down* Mini: RUDY NO— Rudy: *can accidentally opens and spills all over him* . . . oops . . . Aiden: *facepalms* How am I even related to you? Sheela: My prediction has come true . . .

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