#creative christmas tag

[coolnonsenseworld]

Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰

linktr.ee/Mezzy

[triple-pupil]

YES

Y E S

GIVE LOVE TO THIS MOVIE, THIS PIECE OF ANIMATED HORROR IS PERFECT FOR A CHRISTMAS NIGHT OF SCAWY.

FUCK YOU ALL/j, I LOVE THIS MOVIE, GIVE THIS MOVIE SOME LOVE NOW.

[theeccentricraven]

The 14th Day of Writemas, Part 1! 😮🎄

Thank you again @agirlandherquill for the the wonderful writing prompt and tag game in one! I've really been enjoying these ❤️😊To anyone who would like to know the rules of this tag game, check out the invitation post and feel free to join in!

I slept in late on this Saturday so I got a pretty late start with this, but I made it in the end 😄 For the Day 14 writing prompts, it was a little hard for me to choose. There were two that were so perfect I decided to do both. I picked "The joy of seeing" and "the pain of leaving". Both are kind of long so I decided to create two posts. For the first one, I decided to work on rewriting a scene from The Blood Cleaners that involves Justin enjoying the beauty of the night. The scene was inspired by the beautiful song by Malukah, "I follow the moon" a song that touches me so much that I plan to incorporate it into all of my stories. Much of this scene is also silly romantic dialogue. 😘🥰

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Justin navigated the night much easier with the clear sky above. The waxing gibbous and stars lit the ground like a ghostly glow. The silhouettes of the farms, distant Urbia, and the Steel loomed against the horizon. No need for a flashlight, allowing him and Joselyn to evade security for another night.  He met Joselyn at the same spot in the green field with the tree where they carved their names. She already had her favorite red and orange blanket laid out. She also had her lantern out. They were far enough away from any road and house that no one would see the lantern light. As Justin always said, if they were far enough to not smell a blood spill, they were far enough away from people.

As Justin lay down next to her, he yawned. 

“I’m not tired,” he lied. 

Joselyn chuckled. “We’re two and a half hours past bedtime. I don’t blame you.”

The two lay flat on the blanket, staring up at the stars. The waxing moon glowed against the canvas of the night. The stars were like a white sweets that glittered against a bluish black blanket. The purple hues of the Milky Way beamed like a strange cloud. Never had Justin’s eyes seen such beauty. 

“Jos,” Justin said in awe, “you don’t know what you have.”

“What do you mean, Jus?”

“In the tunnels, we don’t see the stars and moon. We’re stuck with the concrete ceiling.”

Joselyn put her fingers in his hair. “You’re right. It’s beautiful. I actually liked homework assignments that called for me to go out at night and look for the constellations and moon phases and all that. But I still like staying at your place. It feels so cozy. And it’s away from my papá. It just doesn’t have the moon.”

Justin stroked her hair in return. “I’d stand on my toes and pick up the moon from the sky if I could. And I’d give it to you.”

Joselyn giggled. “Jus, if you ask me, the moon is just hanging there like it’s waiting to be taken!”

“Well, yeah. It wants you to hold it in your hands.”

Joselyn snorted. “Oh, Jus, that gift would beat any copper ring or box of sweets!”

“Of course! You deserve the best!”

She brushed her nose against his. She traced a shape on the blanket, like she was thinking. “You know what, Jus, that moon reminds me so much of myself.”

“Of course, Jos, you’re just as pretty as la luna up there.”

 “Not in that way. It’s more to do with how…well…you’ve seen the phases of the moon, correct?”

“I have.”

“Just as sometimes the moon is full and sometimes half sized, I feel like sometimes I’m full and sometimes I’m half empty. When the moon is black, it’s like I’m not there, but hiding. Hiding from all that life throws at me. And when the moon is rising, I’m rising.” Joselyn took her hand out of Justin’s hair and held his hand. “And when I feel full, and when I rise high, it’s when I’m with you, Jus.”

He squeezed her hand. “Jos, you deserve some credit, too.”

“For what?”

“Working your butt off. Surviving just as you promised. Saying what needs to be said. Showing that you mean it when you say you care about others. Because you do.”

“Thanks Jus. That’s sweet of you. But seriously, what you’ve done…. The whole town has been talking. It’s like a lazy bull was kicked and woke up. Those children have a better life and a better future. All because of you. And they don’t even know that they have you to thank.”

Justin felt a little sheepish. “I don’t know. I still can’t understand it. How am I doing it? What exactly is happening when I’m talking to the machines? Is it magic? Am I a wizard? Aren’t they just making believe?”

Joselyn rubbed his shoulder. “I don’t know, Jus. What you’re doing questions everything the teachers taught us. Maybe magic is real. Or maybe it’s something else. I almost wonder if the Fists would know exactly what it is, but they would never tell us. Like it’s a secret.”

“Honestly, if they knew, I’d like some answers. Sometimes not understanding what it is just drives me crazy. Maybe I am just crazy. A freak of nature”

“Jus, you are the most sane person I know. And the kindest, sweetest, handsomest….”

Justin grinned. “Jos, if you’re going to make me blush, I’m going to make you blush. You’re the most beautiful, caring, sexy…”

Joselyn roared with laughter. “Don’t go there!”

“Hey, you deserve a compliment, Jos!”

“Wipe that stinker look off your face, Jus!”

Justin widened his grin.

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and Open!

[blujaydoodles]

in all ways except physical I am a six inch tall fuzzy little creature living in a mossy stump (which I've filled with a bunch of random shiny bullshit)

[donotbelasagne]

As some of you may know, @kookaburrito bought me a Stage/Fright ticket in exchange for 9 songs (because they're insane and I love them)

This is one of the nine songs. It's only half a minute, but I'm still very proud of it, so I thought I'd share with the class :)

[adoremp3]

📝✨ 'tis the season....to write! ✨📝

unwrap your creativity and embark on a festive journey of words! embrace the magic of the season by unleashing your creativity with these 20 writing prompts. whether you're cuddled up with a notebook or typing away by the twinkling lights, dive into the spirit of the holidays through the power of storytelling.

if any of the prompts below spark your creativity, i'd love for you to tag me in your posts so i can enjoy your work. feel free to use the hashtag #TisTheSeasonWriting to share your festive tales with the writing community!

on a snowy christmas eve, a struggling musician finds inspiration and love when a mysterious stranger leaves sheet music with a heartfelt note at their doorstep

two longtime pen pals, who have never met in person, decide to surprise each other by showing up unannounced at the same charming bed and breakfast for a magical christmas reunion

a jaded city executive reluctantly joins a small town’s christmas decorating committee and discovers unexpected romance with the quirky but endearing local florist

a department store santa and a hard working elf develop a secret connection throughout the holiday season, finding love behind the scenes of the north pole

a young professional reluctantly attends a company retreat in a snowy mountain lodge during the week of new year’s eve, only to discover unexpected connections and new beginnings as the clock strikes midnight

during a christmas tree lighting ceremony, a photographer captures a spontaneous kiss between two strangers, sparking a viral sensation that leads them to reconnect in the spirit of the season

a group of friends from various backgrounds come together to celebrate chrismukkah, exploring the beauty of their traditions while navigating the challenges of the holiday season in a heartwarming tale of unity

on a delayed train home for the holidays, a lonely traveller strikes up a conversation with a fellow passenger, and as the snow falls outside, they realise they might have just found something special

a competitive ice-skating duo is forced to reevaluate their partnership when a surprise injury jeopardises their chance at their final competition of the year, ultimately bringing them closer than ever

a single parent and a kind-hearted school teacher collaborate to create a memorable christmas pageant for their children, discovering love amidst the chaos of holiday preparations

in an expected turn of events, a corporate lawyer finds himself stranded in a cosy mountain cabin with a free-spirited artist, leading to a heartwarming christmas filled with laughter and love

a baker and a chef find themselves in a friendly yet intense holiday bake-off, but as they share kitchen space and secret family recipes, the competition transforms into a sweet love story

in a bustling city on new year’s eve, two strangers get stuck in an elevator just before midnight, sparking an impromptu celebration and a connection that lasts long after the clock strikes twelve

a struggling writers receives an anonymous gift of a vintage typewriter on christmas morning, along with a note that leads them on a scavenger hunt, unravelling a love story from the past

two childhood friends reunite in their hometown, reminiscing about the past and realising that the feelings they had buried long ago might still be alive

in a small town where winter celebrations embrace various cultures, a local bakery hosts a dessert exchange that brings together neighbours from different backgrounds, leading to unexpected romance and sweet connections

a librarian and a history buff team up to organise a winter festival that highlights the cultural diversity of their community, leading to a shared appreciation for traditions and a budding romance

a ski instructor and a snowboarder, both passionate about winter sports, find themselves drawn to each other during a festive holiday competition that blends their favourite activities

a travel blogger, stranded in a charming european village on new year’s eve due to a snowstorm, joins the locals in their unique celebration, where she meets a charismatic chef and discovers the magic of a small-town countdown

a cosy bed and breakfast in a snow-covered village hosts a winter storytelling night, where guests share tales of their lives and dreams, leading to a heartwarming connection between two strangers with intertwined stories

on the last night of hanukkah, a chance encounter at a festive celebration sparks a connection between two people who come from different backgrounds. as they navigate cultural differences and family expectations, they find that love can be the most meaningful gift of the season.

a photographer on assignment to capture winter landscapes in a charming town unexpectedly crosses paths with a reclusive writer known for their holiday romance novels. as they collaborate on a project, the line between fiction and reality blurs, and they discover the magic of love in the midst of the holiday season.

as the new year's eve countdown begins, two childhood friends reunite at a cosy winter cabin after years apart. through shared memories, laughter, and the warmth of the fireplace, they realise that the greatest gift of the season might be a second chance at love.

in a charming Christmas market, a baker and a candlemaker find themselves competing for the most coveted spot. as their rivalry intensifies, so does their undeniable attraction. in the midst of holiday chaos, they learn that love is sweeter than any gingerbread cookie or scented candle.

during a snowy hanukkah celebration, a chance meeting between a violinist and a writer creates a symphony of emotions. as they navigate the melodies of their pasts and dreams for the future, they discover that the harmonies of love can be found in unexpected places.

in a small town where christmas is celebrated all year round, a jaded writer assigned to cover the festivities meets a local bakery owner who believes in the magic of the season. as they collaborate on a holiday feature, they find themselves falling for each other against a backdrop of twinkling lights and festive cheer.

a workaholic corporate executive reluctantly attends a company christmas party and ends up stuck in an office elevator with the quirky office assistant. as they share stories and snacks from the office holiday party, they realise that true love might be waiting right under the mistletoe.

a professional ice skater and a hockey player collide on the ice during a festive winter carnival. despite their competitive spirits, they find themselves drawn to each other in a whirlwind of twirls and spins, discovering that love can be as graceful and unpredictable as a figure-skating routine.

a stranded traveller spends christmas eve in a charming bed and breakfast, where they meet the innkeeper's single parent sibling. as they join forces to create a memorable holiday for the guests, they realise that love can blossom unexpectedly, even in the cosiest of inns.

a dedicated firefighter and a compassionate paramedic find themselves working together on christmas day, responding to holiday emergencies. as they navigate the challenges of their demanding jobs, they realise that sometimes the warmth of love can heal even the coldest of nights.

on a snowy winter getaway, a solitary writer seeking inspiration crosses paths with a charismatic tour guide. as they explore the picturesque landscapes and share stories by the fireside, they uncover the chapters of a love story waiting to be written beneath the falling snowflakes.

in a quaint bookstore hosting a holiday book club, two avid readers find themselves discussing a romantic novel set during the holiday season. as they delve into the story, they realise that their own lives are beginning to mirror the tale, sparking a romance that unfolds with each turn of the page.

an amateur astronomer and a meteorologist find themselves on a remote mountaintop on new year's eve, chasing the perfect view of a rare celestial event. as they share their dreams under the starlit sky, they discover that love is as infinite and unpredictable as the universe.

during a community hanukkah celebration, a culinary enthusiast and a chef with a secret family recipe connect over their shared love of traditional holiday foods. as they collaborate in the kitchen, they discover that the perfect blend of spices can lead to a recipe for love that transcends cultural boundaries.

during a magical snowstorm on new year's eve, two strangers find themselves trapped in an old bookstore. as they explore the shelves and share stories of their pasts, they realise that the most enchanting chapter of their lives may be just beginning.

[kichiiiro]

Ghhh I WANNA draw and write but my creativity has DIED for MONTHS I desperately need to not only has it always been a huge hobby of mine but I really wanna run an ask blog and do commissions.

I've tried setting up an ask blog for TSAM but i can't seem to think of any plot for it, and I thought about using my algebralien character K for like.. writing things or whatnot but it's just not getting to me.

[rocicrew]

A little early but holiday season is approaching so I figured I'd open some requests/gift ish for my followers. The process goes as such:

Specify the media of the requests (i.e. gifset, ficlet or small drawing)

Mention the fandom, character, or dynamic you'd like the request to be for.

Provide a prompt (this can be very broad like a color, a word, a ref whatever you want)

Send it over on my inbox so I can keep track of all requests!

Enjoy your request once it's posted!

note: I will try to get them all done, but I do not want to many any optimistic promises on time considering I am still adjusting to my new schedule

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

me when I don't write for weeks then go back to it and remember I actually really like it, as if it's not my only hobby and I'm literally taking a degree in it:

[prosupplyglobal12]

40 Custom Gift Tag Message Ideas For Holidays & More

Discover creative inspiration with our infographic based on the blog post '40 Custom Gift Tag Message Ideas for Holidays & More (Part 2)'! Perfect for anyone looking to personalize their gifts, this visual guide highlights unique and heartwarming message ideas tailored for different occasions like Christmas, birthdays, weddings, and baby showers. Get quick, creative solutions to make your gifts truly memorable with Gift Tags! Explore the full blog for a detailed breakdown of each idea. You can buy custom gift tags!

[noisycowboyglitter]

"10 Playful 'Tis The Sea Sun Summer' Designs for Your Next Vacation"

"Tis The Sea Sun Summer" is a playful phrase that cleverly combines the holiday-inspired "Tis the Season" with beachy summer elements. This catchy slogan encapsulates the essence of carefree summer

days spent by the ocean, under the warm sun.

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The phrase evokes images of golden sand beaches, crystal-clear waters, and cloudless blue skies. It speaks to the joy of seaside activities like swimming, surfing, building sandcastles, and lounging under colorful umbrellas. The "Sea Sun" wordplay emphasizes the two key elements of a perfect beach day: the refreshing sea and the radiant sun.

This slogan could be used for various summer-related products or services, such as beach apparel, sunscreen, tropical vacations, or seaside restaurants. It's perfect for marketing campaigns, t-shirt designs, or social media hashtags aimed at beach lovers and summer enthusiasts.

"Tis The Sea Sun Summer" captures the laid-back, cheerful attitude associated with summer breaks. It reminds people to embrace the season, soak up the sun, enjoy the ocean, and make the most of the warm weather. The phrase serves as a celebration of summer's simple pleasures and the joyful, relaxed lifestyle that comes with seaside living.

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"Melon Christmas In July" is a quirky concept that blends the festive spirit of Christmas with the refreshing essence of summer melons. This unique celebration flips traditional holiday notions on their head, creating a fun, tropical twist on yuletide cheer.

Instead of snowflakes and hot cocoa, picture watermelon slices and chilled melon balls. Christmas trees might be adorned with miniature melon ornaments or strings of cantaloupe-shaped lights. Santa could trade his heavy red suit for a Hawaiian shirt, delivering gifts in a surfboard-sleigh pulled by flamingos.

This theme is perfect for summer parties, especially in the Southern Hemisphere where December is actually hot. It could inspire creative cocktails, like watermelon mojitos garnished with mint "holly", or melon-based desserts shaped like Christmas puddings.

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"Melon Christmas In July" embodies a playful spirit, encouraging people to embrace joy and celebration regardless of the season, while savoring the sweet, juicy flavors of summer.

Small Christmas gift ideas focus on thoughtful presents that pack a big impact in a compact package. These gifts are perfect for stockings, office exchanges, or as add-ons to larger presents.

Popular options include scented candles, gourmet chocolates, artisanal soaps, or miniature succulents. Tech enthusiasts might appreciate portable chargers or wireless earbuds. For book lovers, consider pocket-sized editions of classics or gift cards to bookstores.

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Personalized items like engraved keychains or custom ornaments add a special touch. Practical gifts such as stylish socks, compact tools, or travel-sized skincare sets are always appreciated.

Small gifts can also be experiential, like movie tickets or gift certificates for local cafes. The key is choosing items that reflect the recipient's interests while fitting in a small package.

[theeccentricraven]

The 18th Day of Writemas 🎄🎅🤶💚❤️👩‍💻

Wow day 18 already! If the 12th day of Christmas gives twelve drummers drumming, should the 18th day of Writemas give 18 writers tossing computers? 😁Thank you @agirlandherquill for setting up Writemas! 🤍❄️☃️🌟If you would like to know the rules and join, all that you need is in the invitation post

For the Day 18 writing prompt, I chose the setting prompt of a home. I decided this would be the perfect moment to write a scene from my YA Dystopia/Survival story Sanctuary Calling. Nari lives in a biodome on futuristic Mars in a community dominated by people with Korean heritage. This scene is from early in the novel, like Chapter 2. The conversations foreshadow what's in store.

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My parents and I retire to our home - room 1414 of the Pyeongchang Condominium. The building is based on the architecture of postmodern Korean buildings on earth. The lobby is a vertical garden. Vines and moss cover a wall. The fountain in the lobby releases the peaceful sound of nature, like we’re living in a forest. Inside our unit, we feel warmth and comfort. My family’s living room is full of potted plants and shelves of Korean celadons. A screen covers the entire wall near the entrance. The current image is the human avatar of our home AI who we call Cho. She looks like she could be my older sister if I had one. Whatever we need, we ask Cho and she makes it happen.

“Cho,” says my Mom. “Cook up some naengmyeon.”

I go to my bedroom to read over the orientation chip. My room is clean as I like it. The walls populate shelves where I keep my childhood dolls and models of my plane. I keep a chest of plane parts that I plan to bring down to the shop. One wall is covered by a screen, currently featuring the human avatar of my personal AI - Jin. He’s a spunky looking boy who looks like he could be my brother if I had one. At my desk computer, I plugin the chip. The orientation holograms begin to play. I watch the reels introducing the Lunar School of Engineering and Technology. The videos came with sensory emitters that give a smell and taste of the place along with the sights and sounds. I see students working on robotics, spacecrafts, and micromachines. I smell the roses and irises of the school’s gardens. My excitement grows by the second. 

“Nari,” says Jin, smiling on the wall. “Dinner is ready.”

I go into our dining room. The robotic arms of Cho set the table. Even though Cho did the cooking, I follow the etiquette to respect my parents by saying, “I will eat well.”

My parents are pleased as we sit down. Since my dad is the oldest, he eats first, taking in a few sips of soup. My mother follows. Then me.

“You were the star of the show,” my mother says gleaming.

My dad puts down his spoon for a moment to say, “Now I’m going to brag about you with my colleagues.”

“Oh,” says my mom, “I’m going to tell Brynhild that the best student of this year is mine. Best aviator. Youngest of her class. Going to college at only fourteen.”

I smile as I take a tiny bite of rice. 

“However,” my mother lowered her voice, “I still worry about you being in a place where there’s no one your age. All adults and doing adult activities. And so far away on Luna.”

“I’ll be fine, Mom,” I say. “I’m going to be so busy studying anyway. The staff will also know my age. They’ll make sure no one bothers me. Also, I’ve heard of some other gifted students who went there early. A seventeen year old. A sixteen year old.”

My mom shakes her head. “Nari, for your safety, don’t go on dates with anyone older than you.”

I laugh. “No argument here. Like I said, studying.”

My mom nods. “That’s a smart move, Dear. You can’t let that interrupt your studies and possibly your career. As your father and I could tell you as anyone who has ever been in love can tell you, when you are in love, you’re willing to sacrifice anything for it.”

I roll my eyes. I smile as I add, “I’d only date a guy who's into airplanes, anyway.”

My mother and father look at each other. My mom nods once. My dad nods back.

“Nari, Dear,” he says to me. “Your mother and I want to tell you something.”

I had picked up my chopsticks, but now put them down. 

My dad studies each grain of rice on his dish as he says, “After you graduate from the Lunar school, you could apply for medical school and make it in quickly….”

I pick up my spoon. I bend it. The best way to imagine that I’m tearing something apart. 

Despite my anger, my mother pipes in. “You could also study only one or two years at the Lunar school before you transfer…”

I’ve just about had it. Not a meal goes by without my parents saying it’s not enough. I need to be a cardiologist like my dad. Or I need to be better than my dad and be a surgeon. I gave up trying to win the argument a long time ago. The best I can do is amuse myself.

I laugh harder. “Oh, I’m sorry. You meant to send a text to the Kang family about how their son was accepted into the Ivy Martian Medical School! Let’s go downstairs to congratulate them!”

My dad curls his lips. “Nari! This is serious. For one who accomplished so much, you’re selling yourself short.”  

I grit my teeth. “Joo is selling himself short? How can you be so judgmental!”

My mother widens her eyes. “Don’t talk to your father like that!”

I gave up a long time ago. There’s no point in letting this go on for hours. I leave my spoon and chopsticks at the side of my bowl. I haven’t followed etiquette since the few bites I took left plenty of leftovers, but I don’t care anymore.

I stand up. “I ate well!”

I storm off to my bedroom. 

I crash on my bed, taking in the warmth of my puffy white comforter. I cry as I think about how I can’t wait to go to Luna. I just want to get away from my parents. Thankfully, my scholarship includes a meal plan.  For once, I’ll finally have a meal without the arguments over how my first choice was their second choice and I was too good for the second best. 

I wish Soo was here so that I can just rant with her. 

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[korattata]

....i wish i could remember what i did with that 100 dollar bill that i had so that way i know if my mom stole it or not.

[pinktief]

should i play bg3 today if yes what quest should i complete? i feel bad halsin is still kidnapped but maybe i should save omeluum first,,,,,,

[mcrdvcks]

fantasize

chapter summary: You have a crush on Logan, but you're not sure he likes you back. Why would he? You're not his type. At least that's what you thought.

word count: 2.4k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: here was the request

so i took a tad bit of creative freedom since i read a book on my kindle (that i got for christmas, one of the only good things about that day). it's a holiday romance/comedy book called 'good elf gone wrong' that you can read if you have kindle unlimited

anyways i took some inspiration from that book and applied it here, so i hope you enjoy it! and thank y'all for 900 followers!

warnings/tags: implied curvy!reader, slight angst, fluff, kinda protective!logan

The Danger Room was quieter than usual, with most of the team taking the rare free evening to relax or catch up on personal projects. Logan had been in there for a while, his gruff voice occasionally echoing out as he muttered to himself between sessions. The clang of metal on metal and the occasional snarl punctuated the stillness, but it wasn’t long before he stepped out, towel slung over his shoulder and a half-empty bottle of water in hand.

You were walking down the hall, carrying a box of supplies Hank had asked you to grab from the storage room. The box wasn’t heavy, but it was awkward, making it hard to see where you were going. You nearly bumped into Logan as he came around the corner.

“Whoa, easy there,” he said, steadying the box with one hand before it could topple.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, shifting it to your hip to get a better grip. “Hank needed these for his lab. Guess I should’ve watched where I was going.”

Logan smirked, leaning casually against the wall. “You’re always doin’ stuff for people, huh? Gotta learn to say no once in a while.”

“It’s fine,” you replied quickly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Hmm,” Logan said, his tone somewhere between a grunt and genuine amusement. He stepped back to let you pass. “Well, don’t let McCoy bury ya in work. You’ve got your own stuff to handle too, y’know.”

You smiled faintly. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Logan watched as you disappeared around the corner, his brow furrowing slightly before he shook his head and headed off toward the kitchen. He wasn’t one to meddle in other people’s lives, but something about you always made him pay a little more attention.

---

“Hey, would you mind making 50 copies of this? I need it for my class in 2 hours but I have a meeting with the Professor.” Jean said, holding a single piece of paper, some activity for her class.

Even though you were cleaning the kitchen because Scott asked you to, and you had to fix the sprinkler system since Ororo couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it, you obliged. “Yeah, sure!” you replied, taking off your gloves you were using to clean to grab the paper from Jean to put in your small tote for later.

It was later in the evening when you finally got a moment to yourself. The mansion had settled into its usual rhythm of quiet chaos, and you found yourself in the rec room, curled up on one of the oversized chairs with a book. The soft hum of conversation and distant clatter of dishes in the kitchen made the space feel alive but not overwhelming.

Logan walked in, towel around his neck and hair damp from a shower. He gave you a quick nod before heading to the fridge to grab a beer. As he twisted off the cap, he turned to you, leaning back against the counter.

“You’re always workin’, doll. Don’t you ever sit down and let someone else handle it?”

You looked up from your book, smiling faintly. “I’m sitting now, aren’t I?”

He chuckled, taking a swig of his beer before sauntering over to the chair opposite you. “Guess that counts. What’re you readin’?”

You held up the book to show the cover. “Just something light. Needed a break.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical but not unkind. “You? Takin’ a break? That’s a first.”

“It happens,” you teased, marking your page and setting the book down on the armrest. “What about you? You’re always either in the Danger Room or off somewhere on your bike.”

“Gotta keep busy,” he said with a shrug. “Helps keep my head straight.”

You nodded, understanding the unspoken weight behind his words. Logan wasn’t one to open up easily, but you’d learned to read between the lines.

“Fair enough. I guess we’re both bad at just sitting still,” you said.

He smirked. “Yeah, but at least I don’t let people walk all over me while I’m at it.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Here we go.”

“I’m just sayin’, sweetheart. You’ve got a good heart, but it’s okay to say no once in a while.” His tone was softer this time, less teasing and more genuine.

You looked down, fiddling with the edge of your book. “I don’t mind helping. Besides, it’s not like I’ve got anything else pressing to do.”

Logan leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked at you. “That’s not the point. You deserve time for yourself, too. Don’t let these jokers make you forget that.”

You smiled, a warmth blooming in your chest at his concern. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You better,” he said, leaning back again and taking another sip of his beer. “‘Cause if I catch you runnin’ yourself ragged again, I might just have to step in.”

“Oh, really? And what would that look like?” you asked, amused.

“Let’s just say it’d involve you sittin’ in that chair for more than five minutes without someone askin’ you to fix somethin’.”

You laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Alright, deal. But only if you promise to do the same.”

He raised his beer in a mock toast. “Deal, doll.”

For a moment, the two of you sat in companionable silence, the noise of the mansion fading into the background. Logan’s presence was steady, grounding in a way you hadn’t quite expected when you first met him. It wasn’t hard to see why you’d grown to like him so much—even if he didn’t realize it.

As you picked up your book again, you caught him watching you out of the corner of your eye. When your eyes met, he just smirked and shook his head, muttering something under his breath before finishing his beer and heading out. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, the moment lingering long after he was gone.

---

You and Ororo were making dinner, her stirring food on the stove while you cut up chicken at the counter. The kitchen smelled warm and inviting, the quiet hum of activity making it a relaxing space to chat.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Logan lately,” Ororo said, her tone light but curious.

You paused mid-slice, glancing at her with a small smile. “He’s been around, yeah. We just… talk sometimes.”

“Mmhmm,” she replied, stirring the pot without looking at you. “And you don’t think that means something?”

You shook your head, laughing softly. “No, Ro. Logan talks to everyone—well, kind of. It’s not like I’m special or anything.”

She turned to look at you, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that? Because the way he looks at you sometimes…”

“What way?” you asked, feeling a warmth creep into your cheeks.

Ororo set down her spoon and crossed her arms, leaning back against the counter. “Like you’re the only person in the room. Like he actually wants to be around you—which, let’s be honest, is rare for Logan.”

You snorted, trying to brush off the comment. “He’s just… nice to me, that’s all. He probably feels sorry for me because I’m always running around doing things for everyone.”

“Nice? Logan?” Ororo gave you a pointed look. “That man growls at people for breathing wrong. He’s not just ‘nice.’”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words caught in your throat. Could she be right? You’d always thought Logan’s kindness was just him looking out for you the way he did for everyone on the team, even if it seemed a little… different sometimes.

“Even if you’re right,” you said finally, “I don’t think he thinks about me like that. I’m not exactly his type.”

Ororo frowned, clearly unimpressed. “And what makes you think you’re not his type?”

You gestured to yourself vaguely. “Come on, ‘Ro. He’s this tough, no-nonsense guy, and I’m—”

“Amazing,” Ororo interrupted firmly. “You’re amazing. And if Logan doesn’t see that, then he’s a fool. But from where I’m standing, it seems like he does.”

You sighed, setting down the knife and leaning your elbows on the counter. “I don’t know. I just… I don’t want to make things awkward, you know? If I say something and I’m wrong, it could mess everything up.”

Ororo placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I get it. But sometimes, you’ve got to take a leap of faith. You deserve to be happy, and if Logan makes you happy, it’s worth the risk.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Logan had wandered into the hall just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he listened.

“I’ll think about it,” you said softly, returning to the chicken.

“You do that,” Ororo said with a knowing smile, turning back to the stove.

Logan cleared his throat as he stepped into the kitchen, startling both of you. “Smells good in here.”

“Oh!” You nearly dropped the knife, your heart racing. “Hey, Logan. Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Didn’t mean to sneak up on ya,” he said, his tone casual. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before flicking to Ororo. “You got room for one more?”

Ororo smirked, glancing between you and Logan. “Always. But only if you’re willing to set the table.”

Logan chuckled. “Fair enough.” He grabbed some plates from the cupboard, his movements unhurried but purposeful.

You tried to focus on the chicken, but your hands felt clumsier than usual under his gaze. Ororo shot you a sly look before turning her attention back to dinner, leaving you and Logan to fall into an easy, if slightly charged, silence.

---

Logan, for the first time in a long time, was clueless about what to do. He almost felt like a teenager, walking around with a secret—perhaps not-so-secret—crush.

To make matters worse, in the following days when he thought he had gathered himself to tell you how he felt, you flashed him a smile and all his previous thoughts went out the window. Logan found himself retreating to the Danger Room more often, grumbling under his breath about how he wasn’t built for this kind of thing.

One evening, after a particularly long day of running errands and fixing half the mansion’s quirks, you were in the rec room folding towels that had piled up in the laundry. Logan walked in, pausing in the doorway when he saw you. He frowned, his grip tightening around the beer in his hand.

“You’re kiddin’ me. Again?”

You looked up, startled. “What?”

“That,” he said, gesturing to the stack of towels. “You’re always doin’ somethin’ for everyone else.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, shrugging. “It needed to get done.”

Logan let out a low growl of frustration and set his beer down on the coffee table. He crossed the room in a few strides and grabbed the towel you were folding out of your hands, tossing it onto the pile. “Enough.”

“Logan, what are you doing?” you asked, startled.

“Savin’ you from yourself,” he replied, his tone firm but not unkind. “Sit.”

You blinked at him, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. “What?”

“I said sit, doll,” he repeated, pointing to the couch. “You’re takin’ a break whether you like it or not.”

Reluctantly, you sank onto the couch, watching as he grabbed a towel and started folding it himself. “You don’t have to do that,” you said.

“Yeah, well, neither do you,” he shot back, not looking at you.

You crossed your arms, feeling both touched and mildly annoyed. “I don’t see what the big deal is. I like helping.”

“You like helpin’ so much you forget to take care of yourself,” he muttered, finishing one towel and moving onto the next.

“That’s not true,” you protested.

Logan finally looked at you, his hazel eyes piercing. “Yeah, it is. You’re runnin’ yourself into the ground, sweetheart. And for what? So McCoy doesn’t have to walk ten feet to grab his own damn supplies?”

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped. He wasn’t entirely wrong. “It’s just… easier to say yes than to make a fuss,” you admitted.

“Easier for them,” he countered. “Not for you.”

You sighed, sinking further into the couch. “Why do you care so much?”

Logan’s hands stilled, and for a moment, he didn’t answer. Then he set the towel down and turned to face you fully, his expression unreadable. “Because I like you, that’s why.”

Your breath hitched. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less firm. “I like you. And it drives me nuts watchin’ you run yourself ragged for people who don’t appreciate it.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. “Logan…”

“Look, I ain’t good at this kinda thing,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “But I know what I feel. And what I feel is that you deserve better than this.”

You felt a warmth rise in your chest, a mix of disbelief and something else—hope. “I didn’t think… I mean, I thought you just saw me as some pushover,” you admitted.

He snorted. “A pushover? Nah. You’re tougher than you give yourself credit for. But that doesn’t mean you gotta carry everyone else’s weight all the time.”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. Logan took a step closer, crouching down in front of you so you were eye level. “You don’t gotta say anything, doll. Just… promise me you’ll start puttin’ yourself first for once.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll try.”

He gave you a small smile, one that made your heart flutter. “Good.”

Before you could overthink it, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. Logan froze, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at you. “What was that for?”

You shrugged, feeling bold for the first time. “For caring.”

A slow grin spread across his face, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you—gentle at first, then deeper, more sure. When he finally pulled back, you were both breathless.

“That… was overdue,” he said, his voice low and a little rough.

You laughed softly. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

Logan smirked, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Guess I’ll have to stick around more. Make sure you’re takin’ those breaks.”

“Oh, is that what this is about?” you teased.

“Part of it,” he said with a wink. “The other part… well, we’ll figure it out.”

And for once, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you deserved to be taken care of too.

[winwintea]

mutual affection

PAIRING ↬ physics student!park jisung x fem!reader

TAGS ↬ FLUFF!!! the cheese is so cheesing here, way too many physics puns, you might cringe but here it is, i love park jisung, love love love him

SUMMARY ↬ sometimes, love isn’t theoretical—it’s proven, one note at a time.

WORD COUNT ↬ 2.6k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ wow i’m a nerd. MEERRY CHRISTMAS @polarisjisung THIS ONE IS FOR YOU MY LOVE <33

PLAYLIST ↬ rhinestone eyes - gorillaz; swan - miyeon; song 2 - blur; missing you - ftisland;

JISUNG TAPPED HIS PEN AGAINST HIS NOTEBOOK RHYTHMICALLY,

pretending to take notes as the professor droned on about Schrödinger's Equation. It wasn’t that he disliked quantum mechanics—he loved it—but today, the equations felt heavier than usual. His eyes wandered to the person sitting next to him—you.

You were furiously scribbling in your notebook, not writing notes but...drawing? Jisung squinted. Was that a...cat? No, two cats. One inside a box labeled "alive" and the other "dead." He felt a grin tugging at his lips before he could stop himself.

A faint chuckle escaped, and he ducked his head, mortified, as you glanced his way. He was sure he’d blown his cover—who laughs during a physics lecture? But instead of being annoyed, your lips began to form a small smirk.

“Like what you see?” you whispered, sliding your notebook slightly closer to him.

Jisung blinked. Was this a test? A joke? Chenle said he always had trouble talking to women. Something about playing too much League and not touching grass. But it wasn’t his fault! And Chenle was wrong. He did touch grass. He hesitated but gave you an awkward nod, his brain scrambling for something to say. “It’s, uh... creative. Schrödinger would be impressed.”

You snorted softly, flipping the notebook his way completely. Beneath the doodle, you wrote:

"Your turn."

Jisung froze. Your turn? What was he supposed to draw? He glanced back at you, but you were already watching the professor again, feigning disinterest, though the corner of your mouth continued to twitch with amusement.

Heart pounding, Jisung picked up his pen. Drawing wasn’t exactly his forte, but he couldn’t just pass up the challenge. He quickly sketched a stick figure version of himself, complete with messy hair and oversized glasses, holding a comically oversized Geiger counter pointed at the box.

Next to the drawing, he added:

“Should I open it or...?”

He slid the notebook back your way, staring straight ahead, willing himself not to blush. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you lean over to inspect his work. There was a brief pause, and then—you laughed. Not just a quiet chuckle but an actual laugh, soft and melodic.

“That’s not bad,” you whispered, your tone teasing. “Stick figures are an underrated art form.”

Jisung risked a glance your way, only to find you grinning at him, eyes bright with amusement. For the first time, he smiled back without overthinking it.

As the lecture continued, neither of you paid much attention to the professor. Instead, your notebook became the canvas for the beginning of a tradition—tiny doodles, puns, and inside jokes that somehow made quantum mechanics infinitely more interesting.

Jisung couldn’t explain it, but as he scribbled out a little equation to accompany his next doodle, he felt a strange, unfamiliar excitement bubbling in his chest. For the first time, class didn’t feel so dull anymore.

It started with Schrödinger’s cat, but it didn’t stop there. For the next lecture, Jisung was prepared. He had a small stack of sticky notes tucked into his notebook, ready for whatever you might throw at him.

You were already scribbling something when he slid into his seat. The professor began discussing wave-particle duality, but Jisung’s focus was on the tiny folded note you flicked onto his desk.

He cautiously unfolded it. Written in neat handwriting was:

“Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you’re Cu-Te.”

Jisung nearly choked on air, covering his mouth to stifle a laugh. He could feel the tips of his ears heating up as he turned to look at you. You were staring straight ahead, pen twirling between your fingers, but your smirk gave you away.

He scribbled back quickly:

“Are you a black hole? Because you’ve got some serious pull.”

You took the note, bit your lip to keep from laughing, and scribbled something before passing it back.

“Careful, Park. You might reach escape velocity at this rate.”

For the rest of the lecture, neither of you could keep straight faces. Jisung felt lighter than he had in weeks.

Two lectures later, during a painfully long discussion on thermodynamic entropy, Jisung felt like his brain was melting. Next to him, you seemed to be having the same struggle.

He noticed you sketching again, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. A few minutes later, you nudged his elbow and slid a folded scrap paper toward him.

He opened it to find an absolutely ridiculous cartoon: a dramatic black hole with wild hair and glasses that looked suspiciously like the professor’s. Around it, little stick figures were being sucked into the gravitational pull, textbooks flying everywhere.

At the bottom, you’d scrawled:

“Entropy? More like ENTRAP-Y.”

Jisung clamped a hand over his mouth, shoulders shaking as he tried (and failed) to contain his laughter. The professor paused, eyes squinting at the two of you, and Jisung froze in shock.

When the professor turned back to the whiteboard, Jisung quickly scribbled a response:

“I think I just lost three brain cells to this singularity.”

You snorted quietly, and for the rest of the class, both of you avoided eye contact to prevent another laughing fit.

It wasn’t always jokes. At some point, the notes started to change.

One afternoon, after a particularly rough group presentation where Jisung stumbled over his words more than once, he slumped into his usual seat next to you, clutching his notebook like a shield.

You didn’t say anything at first, just slid a folded piece of paper onto his desk.

“You did great today. Public speaking is the worst, but you made your point, and honestly, half the class was lost after the second slide anyway.”

Jisung stared at the note for a long moment before writing back.

“Thanks. I always feel like I’m messing up. Group projects make it ten times worse because I’m scared I’ll let everyone down.”

You read it, your expression softening before you wrote back:

“I get that. But hey, if we ever have to do a project together, I’ll handle the talking, and you can handle the math. Deal?”

Jisung’s chest felt warm in a way he couldn’t quite describe.

“Deal.”

It was late in the semester, the kind of day where the sunlight streamed through the classroom windows just right, making everything feel a little softer. The professor was lecturing about particle accelerators, and Jisung was genuinely trying to focus—until he noticed you scribbling on a slip of paper.

You passed it to him without looking up.

“If you could work anywhere in the world, where would it be?”

Jisung hesitated. No one had ever asked him that before—not seriously, anyway.

“NASA, probably. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had this strange obsession with space. It feels like there’s so much to discover, you know?”

You grinned when you read his response.

“That’s so cool. I’d want to be there too. Maybe one day we’ll run into each other in the cafeteria, arguing about quarks over sandwiches.”

Jisung smiled, his heart doing this weird fluttery thing that he couldn’t quite explain.

“I’d argue that up quarks are superior, but I’d let you win. Probably.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, scribbled something back, and slid the note over.

“You’d let me win? Park Jisung, are you challenging me to a quark debate?”

For the rest of class, Jisung couldn’t stop smiling.

Each note became a little window into your world and a bridge into his. It wasn’t just the jokes or the sketches—it was the little truths tucked between the lines. And every time he unfolded a piece of paper from you, Jisung felt a little less like an awkward physics student and a little more like…someone special.

Jisung’s head was spinning as he shoved his notebook into his backpack. The lecture had just ended, and while most of the class was still debating the finer points of entropy, his focus was on the small scrap of paper tucked between the pages of his notes.

It wasn’t supposed to leave his bag. It was just…a silly thought he’d scribbled down late at night when he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

But as he hurried to pack up, the folded note slipped loose and landed on your desk.

He didn’t notice until he was halfway out the door.

You were still sitting, absently flipping through your notes, when your gaze fell on the scrap of paper. You picked it up and unfolded it, eyebrows raising at the messy handwriting:

“I think the Doppler effect explains why my heart races whenever you’re near.”

You froze. The edges of the paper trembled in your fingers as the words sank in, and your cheeks warmed instantly.

“Jisung?” you called out instinctively, but he was already gone, lost in the crowd of students exiting the lecture hall.

Heart pounding, you hesitated for a moment before grabbing your pen. On the back of the note, you wrote carefully:

“Newton’s Third Law says every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I feel the same way.”

The next lecture couldn’t come fast enough.

Jisung didn’t sleep much the night before class. The realization that he’d left that note behind had haunted him. Maybe you’d thrown it away. Maybe you’d laughed at it.

But when he walked into the lecture hall the next day, you were already there. Sitting in your usual seat, you looked up as he approached, and your smile was soft—almost shy.

“Hey,” you said, sliding a small folded note across the desk.

Jisung swallowed nervously, hands trembling slightly as he opened it.

Newton’s Third Law. Equal and opposite reaction.

His eyes scanned the words once, twice, before he finally dared to meet your gaze. You were biting your lip, your eyes bright with anticipation.

Jisung’s voice came out barely above a whisper. “You—You feel the same?”

You nodded. “It’s simple physics, Park. Cause and effect.”

He let out a breathless laugh, hand coming up to cover his face as his shoulders shook slightly. “I can’t believe you’re using physics laws to confess to me right now.”

“Technically, you started it,” you said with a grin.

It was the end of a particularly brutal thermodynamics lecture. Jisung’s brain was fried, and judging by your furrowed brow, you weren’t faring much better.

The professor dismissed the class, and everyone packed up sluggishly. Jisung hesitated as he glanced at you, still scribbling something in your notes.

“See you later?” you said casually, but Jisung didn’t respond.

Instead, he slid a small, carefully folded piece of paper onto your desk before rushing out the door.

You blinked after him, confused, before carefully unfolding the note.

It was a Feynman diagram.

But instead of particle interactions, Jisung had mapped out…you and him.

At one vertex was a little stick figure of him, labeled “Jisung”, and at another, a tiny doodle of you labeled “(Y/N)”. Between the two were arrows labeled “Shared Jokes”, “Physics Puns”, and “Mutual Nerdiness”, and tiny hearts scattered along the connections.

At the bottom, in small, slightly wobbly handwriting, he’d written:

“I like you.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, but you couldn’t stop the wide smile spreading across your lips.

When you walked out of the lecture hall, Jisung was leaning against the wall, clutching the strap of his backpack like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

“Jisung,” you said softly, holding up the note.

He shifted nervously, avoiding your gaze. “I, um…I thought it might be easier to…you know…diagram it out.”

You laughed—a soft, delighted sound—and pulled out your pen.

Carefully, right at the bottom of his diagram, you added a new arrow connecting your doodle to his.

“Mutual Affection.”

You held it up so he could see, and Jisung’s eyes widened. His lips parted slightly in surprise before breaking into the brightest smile you’d ever seen.

“So…you like me too?” he asked quietly, voice trembling just a little.

“I think it’s safe to say we’ve reached a stable equilibrium,” you said with a grin.

He laughed—a sound full of relief and joy—and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, smiling at each other in the middle of the crowded hallway.

Physics could explain a lot of things, but this? The way Jisung’s heart felt like it was about to escape his chest, the way your eyes would crinkle when you smiled at him—this felt like a force of nature all its own.

By the time midterms had passed and the days grew shorter, the notes between you and Jisung had shifted. There were still plenty of physics jokes and ridiculous doodles—like the time he drew you both as photons bouncing off a reflective surface—but now there were softer words, too.

Between derivatives and integrals, you’d find little sentences scribbled in his neat handwriting:

“I hope you’re eating enough today.”

“You looked really pretty in the lab yesterday.”

“The universe is expanding, but I think my feelings for you are growing faster.”

In return, you wrote him notes on sticky tabs and slipped them into his textbook:

“Don’t stay up too late studying tonight. Even electrons need rest.”

One afternoon, after a particularly chaotic study session in the library, Jisung passed you a folded note with a tiny sketch of two orbiting electrons, labeled “You” and “Me”, with a little heart in the nucleus.

Underneath, he’d written:

“Stable bond achieved.”

You laughed softly, clutching the note like it was precious cargo.

“Park Jisung, you’re ridiculous,” you whispered.

He grinned, cheeks turning pink. “But you like it, right?”

You leaned over, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “I like you.”

Jisung turned bright red and nearly dropped his pen.

The lecture hall was unnervingly silent during your final exam. The only sounds were the scratch of pencils on paper and the faint ticking of the clock.

You were halfway through a particularly frustrating question on thermodynamic efficiency when your calculator, which you’d been using furiously, clicked slightly as you pressed down on the buttons.

You frowned, turning it over—and noticed a tiny piece of folded paper tucked neatly into the battery compartment.

Your eyes darted up to scan the room. Jisung was a few rows ahead, hunched over his paper, completely engrossed in his work.

Heart racing, you carefully unfolded the note beneath the desk.

It was a small sketch, drawn with the same endearing messiness Jisung always brought to his doodles.

At the top, a hand-drawn banner read: “You’re the best experiment I’ve ever run.”

Below it, a sketch of the two of you: you with your hair tied back, him with his glasses askew and a shy smile. Little stars and hearts floated around the cartoon versions of yourselves, and at the bottom, he’d written:

“Hypothesis: Spending time with you improves my mood exponentially. Conclusion: Hypothesis confirmed.”

You pressed your hand over your mouth to hide your smile, your face heating up as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

Carefully, you scribbled on the back with your pencil:

“Conclusion peer-reviewed and verified. Park Jisung, you’re my favorite discovery.”

When the exam ended, and everyone started filing out, you caught up to him in the hallway.

“Hey, Newton,” you said softly.

Jisung turned, his nervous smile flickering into something brighter when he saw you holding up the note.

“Did you…did you find it?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I did.” You stepped closer, holding the paper gently between your fingers. “You know, I think you might be my best result yet.”

Jisung let out a soft laugh, cheeks flushed pink. “Does that mean we’ve achieved optimal conditions?”

You grinned, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. “Definitely. Stable equilibrium achieved.”

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