#do you think if i ask for them for xmas my parents will let me??

[autism-corner]

they hate me for my swagger

[silkscream]

once bitten, twice shy

megumi fushiguro x reader

ੈ✩ wc: 3.1k (i cannot write anything under 2k to save my life)

ੈ✩ tags: emotionally constipated megumi, tsundere basically, friends to lovers, a lil angst, not actually unrequited love, pining, alcohol, typical yuuji nobara antics

ੈ✩ a/n: this is not xmas themed despite the title BUT it does end up taking place on satoru's birthday for plot reasons. megumi fushiguro your intimacy issues bewitch me mind body and soul.....

megumi does not know what to do with his feelings.

he’s never been the type to be particularly in touch with them — he didn’t remember his parents enough to blame them for whatever avoidant attachment he’d accustomed himself to. or maybe, that was the exact cause of said attachment style. gojo taking him in when he was a child didn’t help either — the man also refused to be very vulnerable around him, merely acting as a benefactor and a nuisance at best.

and while he was closest to tsumiki, he’d still built up a wall around himself that she couldn’t get through, and she knew it. she couldn’t break through it in his pre-teen years, and certainly not his teenage years when he was taking out his aggression on his classmates. he would ignore her soothing words and resent her kindness. perhaps he’d taken after toji in that way. constantly fending for himself for the sake of survival. always convinced that he was doomed to be alone.

and then there was you.

he’d met you first at jujutsu tech before any of the other students could. after sparring with maki, he’d been dismissed to shoko’s office. he’d opened the door that september day and was immediately met with your wide eyes, your searing cursed energy. gojo had found another stray.

shoko had made him your first experiment and you excelled. his injuries were healed within minutes. if anything, he felt better than he had in months — after battling insomnia and panic attacks, he felt… calm. like his brain was cleansed and that he had nothing to stress about. (until the next time gojo had gotten on his nerves.)

your introduction to his class was nothing extravagant despite gojo’s theatrics. megumi couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you after that — during practice battles, lectures, or lunch. he was always hyperaware of your presence. he blamed it on your cursed energy.

he hates how enthusiastic yuuji is about you, how yuuji tells him about how he manages to get you alone even though you often keep to yourself, and how he thinks you’re so fucking pretty, and that you’d agreed to watch the human earthworm movies with him. (megumi had refused when yuuji asked.)

he stews in that anger quietly because he’d rather die than let anyone know. nobara knows better, of course. she teases him about it and brings up jealousy.

why should megumi ever be jealous of yuuji? the boy was a freak accident in human form, with no inherent technique. who fucking cares that he can make you laugh without any effort?

it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t. because you have no direct effect on megumi and you don’t distract him during school. he doesn’t cling onto the memory of your hands on his skin. he doesn’t wish for the feeling again. of course not.

he tells this to yuuji and nobara, too. there’s one day where nobara goes too far — she teases him about setting up a date, that you rave about him, that he’s definitely your type. megumi doesn’t believe a word of it, especially because you’re probably more comfortable with yuuji. he doesn’t care to date because it would hold him back. he’s too focused on his training, on being the best, because he’s determined to follow in gojo’s shadow even if he won’t admit it. he could be the second strongest. he could be the most reliable.

it comes out in all the wrong ways. he’s more irritable than usual, so he yells at nobara instead of seething in hushed tones. he rants about how he does’t need someone by his side, certainly not you, whose only benefit is to heal superficial injuries and not much else. how your combat skills are poor, how easily you get beat when you spar on the field. how compared to him, you’re weak, so you’re of no use.

unfortunately, you hear him. every thought on his mind that tumbles out of his stupid mouth, his tone spewing wrath. you know that megumi is a moody person, but you’d never think him to be mean.

you pretend you’re just passing by, but from the faces nobara and yuuji are making, megumi already senses your presence. the color drains from his face, cobalt eyes wide.

“i’m — i’m sorry, i didn’t mean —“

“it’s okay, fushiguro,” you say softly. even after that shitshow, you’re still fucking smiling. it puts a sinking feeling in megumi’s stomach.

“ah, i got an extra pack of mochi and thought you guys would like it.”

you hand over a small bag and megumi takes it wordlessly.

“that’s so sweet,” yuuji beams, attempting to deflect. “hey, i was just looking for you. do you happen to have those jujutsu history notes? kugisaki spilled a soda on mine.”

“you knocked it over!” nobara protests.

“you put it on top of my stuff!”

you take your notebook out of your bag and hand it to yuuji graciously, avoiding megumi’s gaze and making up an excuse to see all of them later.

apparently, “later” means a week after. megumi sees you in class, and while he attempts to walk you to the dining hall or invite you to hang out, you bolt out the door before catching anyone’s attention. he has to find out how you are from fucking yuuji, who somehow gets to see you around the dorms every other day.

“i think she just likes to keep to herself, s’all,” yuuji says. he can sense megumi’s anxiety just from being in the same room as him.

“but you see her all the time.”

“she’s been tutoring me a little. and we just like the same movies and stuff.”

yuuji shrugs casually. his nonchalance makes megumi’s blood boil, because of course he’s the one who gets to occupy all of your time. of course you’re probably most comfortable with him. he knows he shouldn’t be seething at the thought of you two together — it isn’t his right. but his jealousy is starting to get the best of him lately.

“are you guys together?” he blurts out.

“no?” yuuji furrows his brows. “if anything, i feel like nobara might be trying to make a move since she’s way nicer to her than she is to us. except i’m pretty sure she and maki have been going out lately.”

“maki?”

“dude, keep up!”

and when yuuji accuses of megumi having a crush again, the same way nobara did all those weeks ago before he made a fucking fool of himself, megumi shuts it down with a grimace and a blush. he’s merely concerned about your wellbeing is what it is. that’s what he’s able to muster up to yuuji, of course, who absolutely isn’t buying it based on his shit-eating grin.

it’s annoying, especially because yuuji can make you feel more comfortable, comfortable enough to hang with the whole trio, and the pink-haired bastard has to meddle like a little troll. bumping the two of you into each other like you’re in middle school. somehow, it worsens everything. not your dynamic, but megumi’s self-consciousness.

he was already so extremely aware of you, but now he’s convinced that some angel above has tied the red string between you both extra tight. megumi looks for you in every crowd, awaits your arrival every day in the classroom and at lunch, and it’s starting to feel pathetic — the lightness in his chest whenever you’re even so much as ten feet away. his heart even beats faster at the anticipation of your text in the group chat, for fuck’s sake.

and then there’s gojo’s birthday party, a surprise orchestrated by the four of you, despite megumi’s reluctance. you’re particularly more radiant than usual. maybe it’s the lighting. maybe it’s the dress you have on.

despite the amount of shots he’s been forced to take in the past hour (three), megumi is still sober enough to feel anxious around you. though, he thinks he might be drunk enough to be lost in your image, fixating on your collarbone and the way your hair falls in your face as you laugh at one of gojo’s stupid jokes. it’s when the two of you lock eyes that megumi feels out of it, because you smile at him. you fucking smile.

if the warmth of the liquor wasn’t currently raising heated blood to his head, he’d deny the sparks that came from the mere sight of your smile, but he was hopeless. you’re mesmerizing. dizzying. he doesn’t know what to do with his face, not when his cheeks are flushing red and his motor skills are slowing down. fuck, maybe he was a lightweight like gojo after all.

he’s clearly out of touch with reality, because the moment fades as soon as it comes. perhaps it wasn’t a moment at all. he watches you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, your mouth moving slowly as you mingle with other classmates. he’s fucking fixated on your mouth — your lipstick tonight is a blush red with a shiny gloss reflecting light. megumi has only dreamed of what your lips would taste like once or twice. no more than that. he swears on it.

there’s brief eye contact between the two of you again for half a second. there’s a coy smile on your face as always before you slip out the back door of the house.

there are so many bottles around the place that no one will notice megumi taking an entire bottle of champagne for himself. he scowls at the taste, of sickeningly sweet pears — courtesy of gojo, probably. his head swims and thinks of you.

his momentary peace is rudely interrupted by the sound of nobara’s voice in his ear, asking for you.

“ijichi’s setting up karaoke!”

“there is no way in hell that i’m—”

“i don’t care what you do, emo, but i need her to do a duet!”

megumi heaves a sigh, making his way to the backyard where he finds you sitting on a tree stump. even with the dim fairy lights, he probably would’ve missed you if not for the cherried end of your cigarette.

“fushiguro-kun,” you nod at him.

“megumi,” he rasps. “just… megumi is fine.”

“oh, i get special privileges now? how come?”

there’s no mirth in your tone. you’re teasing him. he doesn’t answer your question.

(the mere act of you teasing him becomes an intimacy in itself — he had never thought that you would be comfortable enough to talk to him in jest. you’d maintained your distance from him fairly well.)

“didn’t know you smoked.”

“only when i drink,” you shrug. “ieiri-san doesn’t make much of an effort to hide her cigarettes, either. don’t tell on me, though.”

“wouldn’t dream of it.”

he doesn’t know where to look. luckily, you’re not looking at him, so he can settle his gaze on your mouth nursing the cigarette. plump. glossy under the moonlight.

megumi is not used to wanting. he had never asked gojo for anything during his adolescence, and refused any gesture of kindness from anyone. he was convinced since childhood that there was no point in desire because disappointment would be on the other end of it either way.

he’d like to be a monk about it. he could control himself and focus on his studies. never spare you a glance again that isn’t platonic. and then a cool december wind blows past the two of you, and he smells your amber perfume.

and when he turns his head, you’re looking at him, eyes bright.

“so… not enjoying the party?”

“i’m not really one for parties.”

“me neither,” you shrug. “that’s why i like to do my little ritual of escaping.”

“we have that in common.”

you hum, a noncommittal noise. you take another drag of your cigarette, which disintegrates slowly.

“what a pair, the two of us.”

megumi can’t pick up any sarcasm from your voice, though he assumes it. it makes his stomach drop even though the statement is harmless. the two of you. together. it makes endless futures bloom in his mind. maybe it’s the prosecco, but it almost makes him want to vomit. to think that he was even good enough to be beside you in your future.

you curse quietly when you pull your phone out of your jacket pocket to check the time, realizing it’s dead. megumi gives you a once-over. the jacket you’re wearing is all too familiar. like him, you’re not one to wear very many colors. but this jacket is bright red, varsity style, and oversized on you.

“is that itadori’s jacket?” megumi stammers.

“oh, yeah. i didn’t realize how cold it would be tonight.”

“oh.”

“why?” you give him a curious smile.

“nothing,” he coughs. “are… you two…”

you laugh and it’s like a song to him.

“i think he might be my best friend, s’all. why? you jealous?”

he looks at you again, head-on, your eyes still bright. brighter than fluorescents. there’s something in your irises that is meant to provoke him, but he’s dispensed of his usual cautious nature after he takes another gulp from the bottle.

“more than you can imagine,” he huffs.

“sorry?”

“’m not repeating that.”

“what, you’re not saying you’re like, into me, are you?” you exasperate.

megumi remains silent, cheeks flushed. he thinks that if his head could heat up any more, he’d end up with a migraine.

you breathe the tiniest gasp. if it wasn’t for how close megumi was to you, he wouldn’t have noticed.

“i kind of thought you hated me, you know,” you admit.

“i could never hate you. i don’t think anyone could.”

“you don’t have to pretend,” you sigh. he didn’t notice until now that your cigarette was finished, discarded onto the dirt with your boot to crush it into ash. “i— beyond the politeness, i get it. that i’m not your type or whatever. you don’t even have to be friends with me, fushiguro-kun.”

“megumi,” he emphasizes.

“megumi.”

“i’m not pretending. i… i really fucking like you,” he slurs. “it kind of scares me how much.”

“you’re drunk.”

“i am. i know you heard me say all that shit to kugisaki and itadori, but it’s because they put me on the spot and i was nervous. i don’t know how to… deal with feelings. honestly, if i wasn’t even a little drunk right now, i’d probably have left the party with my tail in between my legs and avoided you for the next fucking week, and you don’t deserve that. you deserve… everything.”

“even you?”

when did you get so close to him? if he sauntered just a few inches in your direction, he could touch your noses together. he can smell your perfume so deeply.

“it’s the other way around,” megumi breathes. “i don’t deserve you. not anything close to you.”

“what if i want you regardless?” your voice is just above a whisper. a prayer, a hymn. a wish to be blown out.

megumi swallows the lump in his throat. he blinks at you, dark indigo luminescent. the world slows down. he may owe it to the liquor and the wine, but he assumes it’s just your presence. your scent, the softness of your hair in between his fingers, your soft breaths.

“what do you want, megumi-kun?”

he remembers something gojo said. that to be a jujutsu sorcerer, he has to be selfish. he’s not sure if that philosophy applies to the situation at hand, but he’d be damned if he let you crawl into bed tonight without knowing how he truly felt about you. so, uncharacteristically, he takes a leap forward.

he unwinds the tension in his body and presses his lips to yours. it’s soft, chaste, innocent. something like a pause. he’s afraid to touch you, but you’ve already reeled him in with arms thrown around his shoulders, fingertips touching the softness of his black hair.

you bump your nose with his, shyly, and he kisses you open-mouthed. tongue in your mouth, meshing the taste of tobacco and prickly pear. the vanilla chapstick that he’d put on before he followed you out to the backyard.

he has one hand caressing your jaw and the other on your shoulder, thumb brushing over your collarbone in a way that makes your entire body shiver. you’re embarrassed at the pool of desire in between your legs.

megumi has never let himself be full of wanting, but at the moment, his veins are surging with it. it’s like a drug to him — your warmth, your scent, the saccharine taste of your mouth. your flesh is so soft, so pliable, from the way you dip towards the cavern of his lanky body, pressed against him chest to chest. letting his hand dig into the fat of your hip. fingertips grazing the skin underneath your shirt.

maybe it’s the liquor, but he’s feeling experimental — he tucks your bottom lip in between his teeth. pulls your hair ever so slightly. you mewl into his mouth quietly and he thinks that he’s never felt anything better than this. you’re wrapped up in all of him. you can quite literally feel the heat on his cheeks and both of you realize how aroused he is, his bulge prodding your thigh.

“fuck,” he whispers into your mouth, and he pulls away. only a few inches are separating you as he takes a moment to breathe. his eyes are blown out wide, black stretching across dark blue. both of you are stunned, panting, and the tension is more palpable than ever.

a rustling of grass makes both of you jump. when he turns, he sees yuuji and nobara staring with wide eyes.

“you owe me 7,000 yen,” yuuji deadpans to nobara.

“seriously, fushiguro? i didn’t think you had it in you!”

“i always had faith in you, fushiguro!” yuuji chimes.

while you giggle, megumi growls under his breath at the new intrusions of dumb and dumber.

“i personally thought you were way out of his league,” nobara tells you.

“eat shit.” megumi seethes with arms crossed, and despite his wrath, he resembles more of an angry kitten to you than any potential threat.

“sheesh, don’t summon a shikigami on them, megumi,” you tease with a pleased grin.

“i—” he stumbles over his words in frustration, grimacing. “what do the two of you want, anyway?”

“gojo-sensei got ijichi to sing doja cat.”

“oh, i’ve gotta see this,” you snort, grabbing megumi by the hand as you begin to usher the crew back inside. his heart leaps at the feeling of your fingers intertwined with his.

despite his inhibitions, megumi’s decided that he could get used to this.

[yelenasdiary]

Hello youuu :D I was thinking about a request for Xmas involving Yelena of course 🤭

It's your first Christmas as an adult (meaning you have your own appartment, your first job, etc) and you find out your family went away in a vacation instead of doing Christmas at home as usual. The thing is, you can't take enough days off to go with them and they don't want to bother with facetiming you on Christmas night.

So you vent to Yelena about that and she goes all out to give you the best Christmas ever (maybe even annoying everyone about it so they would help her)

Let me know if you need more details / if you have any questions :D

Hope you'll have the best hollidays 🎄

Cookies & Gingerbread Houses

Pairing: Yelena Belova x GN! Reader, Avengers x GN! Reader (All Platonic)

Summary: It’s Christmas and your family are on vacation without even the thought of getting in touch with you over the holidays. Yelena takes it upon herself to make Christmas special for you. 

Angst, Happy Ending

Warnings: Seasonal Depression, Reader feeling unloved, if I missed any, please let me know | 1.4K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I hope it’s okay that I went platonic with this! I hope you enjoy! x

Holiday Special Masterlist

Ever since you got the keys to your first ever apartment, you couldn’t wait for Christmas. A time for you to get together with your family and friends, wanting to host the special day in your new apartment. All year long, you have been keeping ideas and recipes tucked away in the back of your mind just waiting for November to roll around to start getting things ready. As December arrived, you spent so much time decorating your apartment in the perfect festive decorations, the fridge was stacked with food and treats, the family group chat was alive and active every day. 

“I can’t wait to see you all on Christmas! I’ve decked the apartment out and I have pretty much everything we all eat!” You messaged the group as you left work, an excited smile tugging at your lips. 

“Christmas? What are you talking about?....we’re on vacation?” Your sister replied within minutes. Everything you had imagined for your first adult Christmas went from being filled with warmth, laughter and traditions to hitting you like a bucket of cold water. 

“What?...” You sent back, your smile faded quickly. 

“Honey, we told you weeks ago” your mother’s name popped up. 

“I would’ve remembered if you did….when did you guys leave?” You asked, not feeling a mix of disappointment and loneliness as you started to think about what Christmas would now look like. 

“We landed in Hawaii late last night, I’m so sorry honey. Maybe you could get a last-minute ticket? You never got back to me when I asked you if you wanted to come” 

Your mother’s message stared back at you for a moment before you exited the app and quickly searched up flights from New York to Hawaii. It was a stretch, doable but only if you could get the time off work. You switched from Safari to the work chat. 

“Hey guys, I know this is supper last minute, but would anybody be able to cover my shifts for a week?” You hesitantly pressed send and placed your phone on the passenger seat before driving home.  

The whole drive home you racked your brain for the memory of your parents even telling you about their holiday plans, let alone even inviting you and not a single memory came to mind. Maybe you were too busy with work to remember, maybe they forgot to ask, who knows, but it definitely made everything you were so excited about seem pointless. 

“Hi Y/n. Sorry but no staff will be allowed to switch the roaster this close to the holidays. If this is a family emergency, please see me tomorrow to discuss some possible time off.” Your phone buzzed with a message from your boss. You let out a heavy sigh as you sunk into your sofa. 

“Sorry. Can’t make it. Working.” You replied to the family chat, fighting back the tears that were building in your eyes. “Have fun” you added. 

“I’m sorry love, we promise to call on Christmas eve! X, Next year we will do Christmas at yours xx we love you” your mother replied but her words meant almost nothing to you now. 

As you sat on the sofa, trying to avoid dealing with you the idea of doing Christmas without your family, you scrolled endlessly on TikTok, hoping for it to distract your mind but of course, almost every second video was about people getting ready to celebrate in their cozy homes and surrounded by their loved ones. With Christmas only a week away, your Christmas spirit melted faster than the sun could melt a snowman. 

“Ugh!” You groaned, dropping your phone onto the couch beside you and rolling your eyes. A knock at your door making you pull yourself up from the sofa before you made your way to hope it. Yelena stood happy to see you. “hey!” She smiled, “are you ready for Christmas?” She asked, letting herself in. 

“I guess so” you sighed, closing the door after her.

“Why the sigh?” The blonde asked as she turned to you. 

“It’s not like I’m doing anything special” you replied, walking towards the living room once more, “my family just told me that they’re in Hawaii for Christmas and guess who didn’t get the invite” you added. 

“Wait…so you’re spending Christmas alone?” Yelena’s cheerful expression turned to a concerned frown. You nodded as you sat down on the sofa once more. “Well, not on my watch!” Yelena added. 

“Lena’, it’s fine, you don’t have to worry” you tried to assure her, but you knew better then trying to convince somebody as stubborn as Yelena. She chuckled, “you’re going to have the best Christmas, I promise!” The blonde smiled. 

----

Christmas Eve morning came cold and snowy as you woke up to Yelena ripping the covers off you, “get up! It’s like 10am” Her thick Russian accent filling your bedroom. You groaned the morning coldness filling your body, “Lemme sleep” you mumbled. 

“No, have things to do before tomorrow” she replied. You rolled over, pulling the pillow over your head to block out her enthusiastic energy. But Yelena wasn’t having any of it. With a swift motion, she yanked the pillow away, revealing your messy bed hair and sleepy eyes.

“Come on! We have to bake the cookies or Santa won’t eat!” She exclaimed. Sighing, you finally managed to sit up, “fine, just give me a minute” you said, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. “Good! I have coffee from the café waiting for you in the kitchen” Yelena said proudly as she left the room. The smell of coffee finally hitting you as you wandered after her and into the kitchen. 

You grabbed the takeaway coffee then made your way to the living room to enjoy the hot drink while you caught up on the latest season of Outer Banks. Within minutes, you heard voices coming from the kitchen she slightly made you frown as you placed your coffee on the coffee table and went to investigate. 

“Good Morning!” Clint, wearing an apron smiled. 

Your eyes met his as you gave him a soft smile before they moved on to Natasha who was reading the baking instructions on the back of the book. “Yelena, what did you do?” You asked, your eyes shifting to her. 

“I told you, you’re going to have the best Christmas” she said, “I invited everybody” she added making Clint laugh. “Yeah, ‘invited’” he said, “don’t stress kid, you’ve got more than one family” he added, giving you a playful wink. You felt a genuine smile tug at your lips just as Kate and Peter let themselves in, Kate had her hands full of brand-new cooking utensils while Peter had his hands full of grocery bags. 

“You guys seriously don’t need to do all this for me” you said, feeling every piece of love from your family friends. 

“As if we would let you spend Christmas alone!” Wanda charmed in as she entered your apartment, you turned to her and smiled softly. Suddenly your small apartment’s kitchen was alive and becoming a mess. Clint, Kate & Wanda began baking cookies while You, Nat & Yelena & Peter worked on making gingerbread houses.

Sam, Steve, Thor, Bucky and Tony arrived with extra party essentials. Thor placed a very large punch bowl in the center of your dining table while Tony and Bruce whipped up an alcohol-free punch. 

Hours flew by as your apartment was filled with laughter and memories. You made a mess, flour dusting the kitchen counter and your faces. By the time you finished making gingerbread houses, you felt a certain warmth blooming in your chest that had nothing to do with the oven. You took a moment to admire the sound of your closest friends filling your apartment with exactly what you hoped for, love and happiness. Freshly baked cookies wafted through your apartment, mingling with the scent of cinnamon and ginger from the houses. 

“I think we’ve earned this!” Kate said, holding a piece of gingerbread covered in frosting and candy. 

“Cheers to that!” You laughed, taking a piece for yourself. Just then, Steve and Tony entered the room holding up a gingerbread house version of the Avengers Tower with proud smiles on their faces, “no way did you guys make that!” You joked. 

“We did!” Tony said proudly, admiring his handy work in frosting. 

The evening wore on, it felt surreal to be surrounded by friends who felt more like family. You could hardly believe that just a few days ago you felt unloved by your own family and the holiday season weighing heavy on your heart. Now, the sound of holiday classics on the radio wrapped around you like a warm blanket, intertwined with the joyous exclamations of your friends.Yelena was right, this was going to be the best Christmas yet!

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[mithrilhearts]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Look at me getting to this 500 years later (I'm so sorry!!) Anyway.

Thank you both so much, @cilil & @laurfilijames for sending me this ask game thingy!! I figured I'd just do it in one post, so I hope that's okay, but here we go!

I think picking my "favorite fics" of mine is like, asking a parent to pick their favorite child - not easy, in most cases I guess lol...but I will do my best and explain why! These are all based off of fics I've COMPLETED, and by no means reflects on my love and affection for the other stories I've written. I love them all for their own reasons, otherwise I wouldn't have written them.

In no particular order...

May Your Forge Burn Bright - This is THE original longfic from me. I started this back when I was creeping my way out of RP and into fanfiction, and was nothing more than an independent baby writer. (Been writing a long time, just never like this), and the story means so much to me, as well as the commentary from readers along the way. It's still my longest fic to date, and I love a good "alternate first meeting" fic. It's the OG, and you can't replace that.

Dragonhearted - The Hobbit & Beauty and The Beast are my two FAVORITE stories, and mashing them together like this was perfect for me. Dragon!Thorin is such a fun concept for me, and badass Bilbo is another. This setting just WORKS. (Also, did you know @i-did-not-mean-to had a BLANKET made for this fic???)

Kurdu 'abadaz - That's right, I finished this one just recently, and it has easily stolen my heart to being a favorite. The Fix-it fic that I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to write, that went under a LOT of rehashing and had a huge overhaul in the story early on when planning. It turned out so much better than anticipated, and the love for this fic from readers/friends has been overwhelming.

Fuck Thy Neighbor - A VERY FUN ROM-COM STYLE MODERN AU!!! This really had me cackling the entire way through, and like a few other fics of mine, it spawned from a writer's ask game/tag game thing that I can't quite remember. Accidental marriage & neighbors? I love it. It's so funny, and I enjoy rereading it frequently for the laughs.

When Darkness Shines Brightest - Did you know that anything can be made into a Bagginshield Fic? Did you know that this fic spawned from a joke/conversation between @starthecozy and I and then erupted into this really original Hades/Persephone, Nightmare Before Xmas, blended style fic?? Various worlds and environments, powers over elements, and saving homes from a dragon?? The Onion Fic sprouted, and blossomed into one of my favorite stories, and I got to collaborate with Star the entire way through it, and we had SO MUCH FUN!!! Go give it a read, it's really neat!!

Honorable Mentions:

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - My entry for THAUC22 (partnered with the amazing @consultingpacha), and one of my FAVORITE concepts. Yet again, another "alternate meeting" style fic, featuring small kids Fili and Kili, rather than adults. What it sets up to at the end of the fic blends into the OG Hobbit story, but with a few small changes that I kind of want to explore one day in a sequel. 👀

Between Vices and Virtues - My entry for TRSB22 (partnered with @mysandwichranaway!!) First of all, I love working with Sandy, it's truly one of my favorite things on this good planet, and I can't wait to do it again - hopefully soon. Secondly, this was my take at a modern royalty AU, and learning about how to connect with the people around you. I have two sequels planned for this universe (even if this fic kind of felt like a let-down in terms of reception? but idc about that lmao) it was so fun for me. A light dusting of magic superstition in a modern au setting? Sign me up!

[ninapi]

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Obsession❜ (Christmas Special)┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Premise: When someone doesn't know you exist is your sole source of comfort, things can't get a bit weird. In Christmas day things are better for everyone, including Geto Suguru.

Word Count: 2717

Note: Merry xmas everyone! 🫶🏻🎄☃️

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A wondering soul that feeds on human filth. That’s the way he would describe himself, especially on nights like this.

The night sky was murky, not a single star in the sky and it looked like it would snow any time now.

He’s had to swallow three curses today and the negative toll in his body could be noticed a mile away.

His thoughts had been very chaotic as of late and he barely even sleeps.

All he thinks about is how awful this world is and how it’d be better if curses didn’t exist, but not even the strongest sorcerer would be able to wipe them all clean, as more grow out of humans every day.

Humans must be the problem, why must they be so evil and hateful, why are they always so depressed and anxious? If they were sorcerers the world wouldn’t be this bad, is their fault for not being able to use curse energy but create it and let it out of control. 

Useless, useless humans.

On his way back to the academy Suguru stopped by a cafe that looked like it was about to close.

He needed something bitter, something that would kill that disgusting taste out of his mouth.

The only worker left in said cafe was a girl that appeared to be about his age, probably a part-timer, even in the dark her beautiful rounded eyes and shining smile were a sight for sore eyes.

She took his order and headed to the back to prepare it herself as the rest of her coworkers had headed home for the night. When she came back with his order though, it wasn’t at all what he had ordered, “I’m sorry, I’m actually not a barista so making a hand dripped seasonal coffee isn’t in my skill set, but my parents say I’m very good at making hot chocolate and since it’s so cold outside today, I thought maybe what you needed was just something warm and sweet? Maybe I read the situation wrong but I hope you like it nonetheless, you don’t have to pay me or anything!” she had even done a cute snowman print on the top of the foam for his drink and he couldn’t help but smile.

A nice ending to such an awful day.

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There’s a reason why Suguru doesn’t sleep well, the nightmares hunt him, some aren’t even related to his life, the overconsumption of curses has been doing some damage in his mental stability and he is even afraid of his own shadow at times.

He still hates humanity, he’s this deranged all because of them. 

All except that one sweet girl from the coffee shop down second avenue, she’s an angel.

He wished he at least knew her name, but he wasn’t proactive enough to even ask.

In nights like this, where his nightmares keep coming back over and over again doesn’t matter how many times he’d wake up in the middle of them, all that would ground him to reality was the thought of her smile.

He’d imagine him walking over from behind, surprising her with a soft warm hug. Wrap his scarf around the two of them so she wouldn’t be able to escape his love. 

He’d imagine her making more of that hot chocolate that was oh so delicious and completely wiped out the taste of death from his mouth.

Even better, he’d imagine her kissing the hot chocolate into his mouth.

While he was not able to sleep even with such comforting thoughts, at least the nightmares would go away.

But this night in particular he just didn’t seem to be able to snap out of it, he’d talk to his pillow like it was you, holding it close to his body, sweet talking it to its death as it has now been reduced to mush and it’s in his trashcan after a wave of reality made him seen the pillow for what it was.

So next morning he was just not able to control himself anymore, he had to see her, he had to look into those beautiful eyes up close, even if it was for a second he needed to hear her lovely voice, sniff the same air that came out of her mouth while greeting customers, he needed to be in the same space as her, even if he didn’t dare to come closer.

He learned your name was (Y/N) after one of your coworkers yelled at you after spilling some coffee on the counter and burning a customer’s hand. He wanted nothing more than to burn his face with the same coffee just so he would scream in pain. How dare he yell at someone as precious as you? That scum, of course, he had to be human…

That day he also learned you don’t work there every day and that you’re in school too. You were reading some cards while there were no customers ordering, like a good girl. Such a lovely dedicated young woman, you had to be a saint for sure, a goddess probably.

And with an all time high, he left the shop without you even noticing he was there.

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In all truth, he thought seeing you for real once more would put an end to this tightness of his chest. He was fully conscious of how creepy he was being and how unreasonable it was to be feeling so many things for a complete stranger, but things were very difficult for him. 

He was lonely, sad, stressed. A huge turmoil was building up inside of him as days went by and you were the only positive thing inside that mind of his.

Hence, he held into the thought of you so tightly that at some point he stopped having nightmares completely. All he would dream about was of that lovely face of yours and how you would live with him in this beautiful world without regular humans and curses.

But he forgot something crucial.

You were very much one of them, a human, nothing more.

And the realization of that hit him hard on the face when Friday came around, the day to drop by the cafe and creep on you without anybody noticing.

Just that this Friday was different. 

A pesky curse was touching you in a nasty way, almost as if it was fondling you.

Of course you couldn’t see it, nor feel it really, but distress was clear on your face the entire time he was there. 

He had to do something, he couldn’t allow that disgusting thing to keep its hands on his precious babe. 

But what if eating said curse tasted like you?

A sudden need to get it into his array of curses rose in his chest sending him to spiral into a very unexpected ride that left him panting and whimpering on his seat, traumatizing a child that was sitting on a table close by.

He was creeping himself out at this point, but the thought of you was the only thing that kept him away from total insanity, and he needed to get that thing off of you, was the least he could do after all you’ve done for him, even if you had no clue of what that was.

But he didn’t know how to get it off without you noticing, he had to develop a plan quickly. And so he remained hidden on an alleyway close to the shop waiting for you to leave for the day.

Once you did, you looked miserable. Staying all day watching you like a hawk made him realize you weren’t the happy goddess he thought you were but a normal human. The same coworker that yelled at you last time kept harassing you all day and to make it worse someone called you in your break and he could hear you sobbing from where he was hidden. It was now clear to him that curse was actually coming out of you, it wasn’t something that got attached but rather created by you. An awful realization as he saw how not even his pure angel was free from the disgusting nature of human kind.

You were stressed and sad and that made this weak pesky curse to come out. He wanted to do more for you than just exterminating the flower of doom that blossomed from your distress, he knew that wouldn’t really make all that was bugging you to go away, but was all he could do. He couldn’t really just talk to you after all.

He had been so hooked up with the entire situation that he hadn’t noticed today was Christmas Day. Apparently to you that was a big thing and for the look on your face probably the plans had been cancelled earlier. 

The curse noticed him following them and kept taunting him by touching you in a suggestive manner as if making fun of him, it was irritating to say the least but he couldn’t just send one of his big curses to chase it away, it could get you harmed and that’s the last thing he wants.

He had to get close and he didn’t know what to do. 

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize you had stopped walking, making him bump onto your back. The drink you were holding, a Christmas present given to all employees at the cafe, falling into the snow. “Oh, I’m so sorry miss. Are you ok? I was just so distracted I didn’t see you there…” of course he saw you, he’s been following you for hours, but it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. I don’t even drink tea anyways…not like they would know that at my workplace, they don’t care enough for that…” the last part came out as nothing but a whisper but he heard it. He knows you’ve been struggling at work and most likely at home too, but of course he couldn’t really say anything about it.

“How about I buy you something you do like in exchange?” 

“That’s not necessary really…today is Christmas Day I’m sure you have something better to do than buy a stranger a drink.” oh but there was nothing he’d rather do than to breathe the same air as you, this was already the best Christmas he’s ever had. Again, something he couldn’t tell you.

“Not really, I was going to go out with my school friends but they’re all busy so they cancelled it. Have nothing better to do. But if you do, I understand, I can give you the mon-“ you stopped his babbling before he continued, truth is, you were feeling very lonely and the thought of not going to your empty house this early was lovely. “I-I don’t…I don't have anything to do either…” your cheeks were tinging red and his liver was pounding in pain at your beauty, an odd feeling I may add.

“Then how about we go to that place over there? Seems designed for cute girls…I bet they have more than tea there.” his nonchalant attitude made his almost flirting banter so smooth it made you even more flustered so you just nodded and walked with him.

“You like chocolate right?” that startled you, was he some kind of stalker? He was, honestly, but you didn’t know that. The moment you saw his face it clicked in your head, that one customer that had to drink your hot cocoa just because you were too slow at closing that night.

“Oh! I knew you looked familiar! And yes, I do love chocolate.” your cute giggles were music to his ears, he was in love wasn’t he? 

“Then lets go get some chocolate. Since that day I kinda became addicted to it too, you were right, you’re definitely a pro at making it.” being with him was making all the sadness and depressive thoughts from your head to go away in such an easy nonintrusive way it was amazing. Of course you had no idea you were doing even more than that for him by just existing in his own space.

“I’m glad you didn’t hate it…I was so nervous!” 

His soft chuckles were so attractive, he was so attractive it was hard to think about how your boyfriend just broke up with you via phone call, on Christmas Day. This is just what you needed. “You should be proud, I’m a man that drinks bitter coffee all the time, and you turned me into a chocolover.” and your secret lover too, but that was better kept hidden for the time being.

The afternoon was fantastic after said encounter.

You went to that pink shop in the new district which was full with other high school girls giggling loudly. He got you a Christmas parfait which was hell more expensive than the stupid tea he dumped on the snow, but filled your heart with excitement.

Seeing you eating it like a child made his heart feel so full he almost forgot about killing the damn curse.

After a lovely stroll by the nearby park he took advantage of how cold you seemed to relive one of the many fantasies he had with you while also killing the curse at the same time, a win-win situation.

He took off half of his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, bringing you impossibly close to him, while you were all flustered and looking like a cute couple Christmas card, he was gathering the disgusting curse in his palm turning it into a little ball and saving it in his pocket. He did more than what he thought he was even allowed to dream of and all he could think about now was about kissing those soft rosy lips of yours. And by the look of you, you were thinking the very same thing. “You know…I was dumped today…I didn’t love him or anything so its fine…but don’t you think it might be you know like…” you sighed afraid of using the words that were hunting your thoughts. “Destiny?” his smug grin was making you shy again but he was right, that’s what you were thinking of, so you just nodded.

“Why were you dating him if you didn’t love him? If I may ask…” you two remained there by a decorated lamp post, wrapped in the warmth of his fuzzy scarf, nearly holding each other though not really touching just yet. “I was just lonely…”

His heart dropped, you were lonely just as he was. The realization that other people might be feeling similar to him, even if it was for different reasons, was oddly comforting.

“I can understand that feeling…But if you ask me, you’ll be better off without that bastard. Who makes a beautiful girl like you sad in Christmas day? I would smack him on the face if he was here..” he really did know how to make you smile, this was so comforting, for both of you, it was like your little heaven made out of snow and Christmas decorations.

“You’re too good to me, Geto-san…” 

“Well you deserve that and more. That smile is way prettier than the frown you had when we met earlier. I would like to see it on your face again. If you’d like to see me again, that is…” he was crossing a line, one he couldn’t back off from. But it wasn’t like it was absolutely necessary for you to know he’s been secretly stalking you for weeks…right…?

“I slipped my phone number in the front pocket of your coat a couple of hours back…” and just like that, this year’s Christmas brought both of you a very unexpected gift.

The gift of hope, the gift of feeling understood and maybe, just maybe a bigger one, the gift of…true love.

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When they first moved into this apartment, Christmas seemed like years from then. They were still on their honeymoon when their offer was accepted, and it was celebrated with champagne in their hotel room. Between painting and finding cheap furniture and the fact that it was still summer, Christmas had been the last thing on their minds.

Which means that now it’s December, and they’re in the store loading their trolley up with decorations and Veronica is laughing so hard her face is redder than the Santa hat JD insisted on wearing.

(Sweet Lord, she married a complete dork)

“How many of these guys should we get for the apartment?” she asks, gesturing to a row of jolly-looking, rosy-cheekced elves on a shelf. She can get why JD grimaces, their massive, unblinking eyes are pretty unsettling, but it gives them charm. 

“We can put them in the windows to freak people out.”

“How very festive of you,” she says dryly, and then she puts two in their cart. On the way here, they again had the debate over whether models of Tolkein elves would count as Christmas decor (her response was “absolutely not”, JD remainced convcined his copy of Lord of the Rings was holiday-appropciate), and whether they needed another roll of tinsel alongside the ones Veronica “borrowed” from her parents’ house. The answer to that question sits in the babyseat of their cart, one green, one yellow and one silver. They’re not sure where they’ll put them just yet but screw it. They’ll find space. Also in the cart are various baubles and packs of fairylights, a garland that apparently goes on the stairs, some festive-patterned tablecloths, a little DIY model of a gingerbread house, and that’s still not all of it. Veronica had cursed herself when she realised they had next to nothing in the house, and spent more time than she should have wondering how the hell she didn’t plan further ahead.

As she watches JD play with a toy reindeer and he makes it bite her nose, she thinks maybe it was for the best. 

Getting everything home is a task in itself. Veronica hoists her bulging back on her shoulder, meanwhile JD carries a backpack and two carrier bags by his side. She offers to carry another, despite the growing pain in her shoulder, but JD insists through gritted teeth that he’s got it. Even when she spends the entire bus ride home trying to grab one off of him, he keeps it out of reach. She lets it go when they get off the bus, focussing more on the trek up the hill to their building.

By the time they get back to the apartment, Veronica dumps the bag on the floor and all but collapses onto the couch. She hears, rather than sees, JD push the bag out of the way, and then he’s patting her shoulder. She groans quietly and sinks further into the cushions.

“Can we hire someone to decorate?” she mumbles. “My body isn’t working.”

“Darling, we can’t afford a person,” he reminds her gently. Veronica lifts her head just enough to pout at him, and he runs his hand through her hair. “We do have coffee and cookies though.”

“Gingerbread cookies?”

“I am almost certain we do.” He taps his fingers up and down her spine, so delicate and so playful that she just about hides her face in the cushion before she smiles. 

Seconds later, he grabs her shoulders and drags her to her feet, and her smile doesn’t waver once.

Like they said in the store, they put the elves in the window, their plastic smiles shining down on the streets below. Inside, JD balances on a side table to position some holly on the top of the windowframe, pushing his luck as far as he can despite Veronica telling him to be careful. The damn Santa hat is still on his head, now with an added piece of tinsel behind his ear. He drops on the floor next to Veronica after he’s finished, one leg pressed against her back. He presses his nose against her temple and nuzzles against her. His hand wraps around her waist, his chin rests on her shoulder, and Veronica’s toes curl against the carpet.

“You’re distracting me,” she murmurs. He smiles into her shoulder, and his arm slowly lifts to circle her shoulders.

“I am?”

“Yes.” She bites her lip as he kisses her cheek. “Very much so.”

“Can’t believe I’m losing my wife to a gingerbread man.” She clicks her tongue.

“Sorry, he keeps me warm.”

“And I don’t?” 

“Nuh-uh.” 

She bites back a laugh as he feigns offence. In response, he pulls himself closer, until her side is pressed into his chest. His free arm reaches up and links with his other, so she sits safely in his arms. His thumb strokes her cheek, his leg stays solid against her spine. Her head falls to his shoulder, so she breathes in his cologne and the coffee on his breath.

“How about now?” A smile flickers across her face .

“Now you’re getting it,” she whispers, and she blushes as he kisses the top of her head.

It doesn’t take long for them to open the Bailey’s. While JD tinkers around in the kitchen, Veronica starts tackling the tree. It’s smaller than the one she used to have in her parents’ house, but at least it’s real this time. Last year, when they were two college students, they’d had to make do with fake ones that looked as similar as possible in their dorms. This year, finally, they’ve just got one, real and right beside them. Most importantly, it’s theirs. Chosen by them, bought by them, decorated with all their little keepsakes.

“You’re looking very thoughtful,” JD murmurs. He presses the mug into her hands. Veronica hums as she sips it.

“Guess so,” she says. She doesn’t need to say anything else. He gets it.

His free hand brushes hers and he gives her fingers a squeeze. Their fingers slide together the way their keys slide into their lock. Perfectly. Made for each other.  

“Tree looks good.”

“Yeah.” 

A small lump forms in her throat and she doesn’t even know why. Probably some ridiculously sappy crap about how this is their apartment and their tree and they have matching rings on their fingers. This is her life now. 

She sips her coffee just as the tears prick at her eyes. So stupid, she think, blinking them away. She’s crying over a Christmas tree.

Before she has time to think, she places her coffee down then walks up to JD and wraps her arms around his waist. He gives a small, surprised squeak as she presses her face into the crook of his neck, then almost instinctively leans into her. She his chest expand as he breathes, feels his spine relax as he leans into her. His hand comes over hers and holds tight.

“Oh hello,” he laughs. “Any particular reason for this?”

“Nah.” She rests her chin on his shoulder. “I just love you.” He laughs again, more soft this time. Like the snow falling against their windowsill. 

“I love you too, Sawyer,” he tells her. He lifts one of her hands to his lips and kisses it. “Now come on. We didn’t spend all that time at Costco to let the tree just sit here.”

Just a few seconds later, she isn’t crying any more. She’s laughing, because JD picked her up the put the star on top and she’s pretending to be mad about it and then they’re drinking Bailey’s coffees on their couch and this is her life now. She fucking loves it. 

[jujumin-translates]

Event | Xmas PARK CARNIVAL | Chapter 4

Sakuya: Haah, that was really good. Thank you for the meal!

Banri: Thanks for the meal.

Masumi: Thanks for the meal.

Banri: Aight, let’s start lookin’ at the books Sakuya got.

Sakuya: Yeah! I picked out a bunch of picture books, and just some with pictures in them too.

*Page turns*

Masumi: Hmm… there really are a lot of pictures of towns during Christmas.

Sakuya: The Christmas market and lights are really cute! I’m getting kinda excited just looking at it.

Masumi: …I can’t wait to see this with her.

Banri: And there’s the Masumi we all know and love.

Masumi: So what? …It’s not like I won’t help out and do the show properly because of it.

Banri: Oh, right, I remembered somethin’ while looking at the documents we got about the amusement park the other day.

Banri: When I was a kid, I went on a trip overseas to a place like that for Christmas.

Sakuya: Eeh!? That’s incredible!

Banri: I only remembered when I saw the documents, so my memory’s a little fuzzy.

Masumi: If you went overseas, you probably at least have some pictures.

Banri: True. Next time I go to my parents’ house, I’ll ask about it.

Sakuya: …Fufu, this kinda feels like back when we were in high school.

Banri: You too, Sakuya? I was kinda feelin’ the same way since it’s us three.

Sakuya: Same! What about you, Masumi-kun?

Masumi: Not really.

Banri: I guess that means he’s thinkin’ the same way we are.

Masumi: You can’t just decide to interpret it however you want.

Sakuya: Ahahah.

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Izumi: Mizuno-san had delivered the script from the amusement park! So let’s all go over it today.

Banri: Before we do that, I’ve got somethin’ I wanna show everyone.

Banri: This is a pic of me from when I went on a vacation as a kid. The vibes of the place were similar to the ones of the new area in the amusement park, so I thought I’d bring it as a reference.

Izumi: Wah, thank you! I can’t believe you really went somewhere like that when you were little, Banri-kun.

Muku: Waah, Banri-san is really cute in this!

Tasuku: A real-life photo like this really makes it easier to visualize the place compared to just the ones in the document.

Tenma: Yeah. Thanks to this picture, we’ll all be able to visualize the stuff in the script more concretely.

Guy: Yes. Now then, let’s all read through the script.

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Muku: It’s a really lovely story filled with Christmas spirit!

Tenma: The story’s set in a town and is about a boy who loves Christmas and a boy who hates Christmas.

Tenma: Alright, should we start thinking about the casting?

Izumi: The owner of the amusement park said that they’d really like the two boys to be Banri-kun and Sakuya-kun.

Izumi: After all, you are the two they said they really wanted to see perform.

Banri: You should’ve led with that.

Izumi: It looks like they didn't specify any further than that.

Masumi: From reading the script, I think Rudolph, the boy who loves Christmas, would be a good fit for Sakuya, and Snowray, the boy who hates Christmas, would be a good fit for Banri.

Tenma: Yeah, that’s the impression I was getting too.

Banri: That’s good by me, but what about you, Sakuya?

Sakuya: …Ah, umm…

Tasuku: There’s no need to rush it, okay?

Guy: Yes. We still have time, so you two can take your time deciding.

Sakuya: T-Thank you so much.

Izumi: Alright then, we’ll put the casting on hold for those two and cast everyone but Banri-kun and Sakuya-kun.

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[gregoftom]

I was thinking about how Shiv said that Tom’s mom loves her more them him (which Midwestern mom whose son calls her mommy loving the woman who wouldn’t let him visit love her more? No fucking way)

But I feel like the Wambsgans would LOVE Greg immediately. Like he would always be down for to visit and would constantly offer for them to visit (the power of loving midwestern parents with a home-cooked meal is SO GODDAMN STRONG, greg would have no chance). SPEAKING OF FOOD, midwestern parents love you eating their food especially when you go for seconds bc it means you really liked it and Gregs got that in the bag!! And like Greg is from Canada or has Canada roots and Canada politeness and niceties translates perfectly with Minnesotan-specific midwestern niceness and politeness. Plus Tom seems way happier and much more content with Greg and mama Wambsgans (and attorney Wambsgans) just wants her baby to be happy.

And I feel like Tom would jokingly be like…so you actually do love him more than ME huh, but secretly be thrilled that Greg gets along so well with his parents.

OUUGHRHGR NO BC I HAVE ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND IT ACTUALLY KILLS ME SO MUCH, like. i love how sweet tom is with his parents/family like. it makes me Lose my mind [and yeah no way lmao that was just a shitty little dig bc she Knows how much it hurts tom when he loves someone more than they love him/they love someone else, it's abso not true it's just a comment designed to hurt him] AND WHEN IT COMES TO GREG AND MEETING TOM'S PARENTS LIKE, ough. coming over for xmas and thanksgiving... possibly bringing marianne sometimes like omg the shenanigans that could ensue! YESSS it would mix so weeeeell i fully believe greg is canadian idgaf what jesse said about la greg? or whatever i can't remember that is just. yeah no greg is Moosecore that boy is canadian asf babeyyyy!! but no yeah, i absolutely love the thought of tg visiting tom's parents and hanging out and staying and just. tom doesn't say it but his heart is gonna burst with all the homeliness and family and how Right it feels and how finally he's gotten what he's always wanted and. hhhhfnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

he wouuuld be like that and his parents would be like pshhh, don't be such a stick in the mud tommy, i thought you wanted us to like your partner! and his mama would be like so does this one actually love you or. and tom is just. E. DROP IT. maybe she would get greg alone first visit and ask him what his intentions are, she's just protective bc she knows how deeply tom has been wounded by shiv. but greg is just honest and says he loves tom. he doesn't want anything from him just wants to be with him. maybe tells her some stories of their journey. maybe brings up the bottle smashing part and from then she's like. YEP this one. he's the one!

greg's kinda Unsure how to act around tom's dad bc he's not really. used to that kind of presence or how to respond to it but he settles soon enough when he realises he's kinda similar to tom. his voice intonation is almost exactly the same and it puts him at ease. both tom and greg grow to adore the time spent with family, sharing food and warmth. they have the real warmth now, not the artificial one ewan spoke about in his eulogy.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

"Depressing af way to end. :(" yes! when the six said it was final i didn't expect THIS. again, especially after 5x06! alison reaffirmed that the ghosts are family! mike and alison love living at button house! julian--JULIAN!--gave a speech about being glad they found each other. and i know selling the house will have them set for life, but not once did they talk about getting jobs after the gatehouse didn't work out??

i feel a bit (ok, a lot) that a very important part of the ghosts' (after)lives were stolen from them. and sure, alison can't live forever. and yes, being a hotel now that lots of people will visit, i'm sure the ghosts are going to occasionally come across someone who can see ghosts. but those people aren't going to LIVE there, let alone going to become a family. and i doubt those people will want to talk to the ghosts--i mean, look at kylie's reaction lol. she doesn't even want to do a concert at button house, let alone stay for holiday. unless someone dies at the hotel (bound to happen) and stays as a ghost (less likely), other than each other, who knows when the ghosts are going to have found family again. and with a living? never, probably.

i just. i knew since before s4 that s5 was probably the end, so by the time they confirmed it was, and by the time i finished s5, i wasn't like, devastated or anything. but the xmas special is, as you said, depressing af. it ruined it for me. it feels OOC and the whole thing with betty was just so irritating, and not even in a funny or humorous way like barclay can be. which is why i've said it's dead to me, i have to ignore it exists as much as possible.

anyway lol

Feel free to rant to me anytime! Putting my further rants under a cut because oh boy.

I keep having to process how I feel about this finale because it's hardly Game of Thrones or Sherlock level bad. But it's also coming off wrapping up Fourteen and Donna's storyline in Doctor Who which was - *chefs kiss* - perfect found family / platonic soulmates ending. So that did set the bar quite high in terms of wholesomeness.

And yeah sadly it failed to meet it, at least in my opinion.

Thing is when people describe it as bittersweet, for me it's so bitter that the sweetness is barely noticeable. And most of it comes down to how much Alison was sidelined and downplayed in her own show, the finale at that. Having Betty be the major character that took up so much time was a huge mistake and took away from the chance of us seeing happy moments between the ghosts and Alison and the baby etc. And as you say, she wasn't even a fun annoying character like Barclay.

I really don't have a problem with Alison and Mike needing to sell and move out, I just think it should have been executed in a far less rushed and melancholy way.

For starters I think they should have had Alison make the decision to leave at the end of S5. But asserting that it has nothing to do with what Julian did, it's purely because they simply can't afford to live there anymore. And for everyone saying the point of the finale is the Ghosts "let her go" as a gift - Julian already stated that it's HER decision and they won't stand in her way. He wasn't begging her to stay as much as asking forgiveness so they didn't part on bad terms. I feel like her needing to be persuaded to leave (which she doesn't even fight them on) almost takes away her agency, in an episode which doesn't allow her to do much as is.

I see a lot of people, including the six idiots, compare it to parents packing their kids up for uni or their own place. Here's the problem - the ghosts are not her parents. And that house is HERS. It was HER dream to turn it into a hotel but she has to give up on it and leave her found family because, ho hum, baby. And there's nothing wrong with motherhood or characters being mums...it's just a trope we are so tired of seeing where everything has to be tied up because Baby! Or people have to move out because Baby! Let's ignore the fact we have a character who emphasised the benefits of raising kids in a community.

I think my problem was that, and clearly this wasn't what the idiots had in mind, I read the ghosts as almost an analogy for those with chronic illnesses or disabilities, things that limit us and often leave us feeling shut in and unable to interact with the world. Alison did things for them at the start purely for alliance of convenience - but then she did them because she chose to, because she loves them and wants to help them the same way you would help someone with disabilities who you love. So the idea of "now I have a baby, that's my priority and I have to leave you" when there are so many other ways they could have worked around that has left me very uncomfortable.

Again, I'll make it clear, I don't think that was their intention at all. But sadly it's why I felt so attached to it. Visiting once or twice a year just doesn't put enough sweetness on to sooth the pain. How about instead paying to rebuild the gate house and they bought that to live close but also have their own space? How about Barclay died and they take his house? Or even just a montage showing us how often Alison visits and happy times bringing Mia, that the ghosts did get to watch her grow, maybe even seeing Alison die and FINALLY give Kitty a proper hug as well as the others!

The coda was sweet but it was far too brief and though I see what they were going for revealing so little to us, it left me feeling cold and like we weren't welcome in on their lives anymore as we're not allowed to see them. We shouldn't have had to listen to Jim on the podcast to know the ghosts would learn to like the hotel. Show don't tell.

*sigh* it is what it is, I just feel like there was so much missed opportunity for it to be something truly amazing but sadly it is always going to be my least favorite and possibly a skip whenever I do a rewatch.

[chaoslynx]

Aww the fanart with asheiji and kids... <3 It gave me an idea for a fic: Ash and Eiji's child(ren) notice that something isn't going right in one of their friends' life. Obviously they're too young and naive to realize that their friend is being abused at home. But Ash sees, and knows... Merry XMas and Happy New Year!

About an AshEiji [child], I'd like the name Layla for a daughter. Aslan (or Arslan/Arsalan, which is a Turkish name and not Hebrew like Yoshida thought) is the hero of a popular Persian epic. And Layla is from a famous Arab piece, Layla and Majnun, the middle-eastern version of Romeo and Juliet.

Ash has noticed that Layla's been a little ... off, for a while.

She's always bene a little introspective for her age, and generally just a good kid. Gets that from being raised by Eiji, Ash guesses. No way someone raised by someone that good could end up with a cruel bone in their body, even if Ash is the other parent. At least, that's what Ash has to keep telling himself to try to get the idea that Layla won't end up like him.

But she's been even more withdrawn lately, like she's thinking about something beyond her years.

Ash doesn't like it.

It's not quite familiar in a way that's especially concerning to him, but it's uncomfortable enough to see that he's worried. And she's been brushing him off when he asks, but he's determined to get through to her. Layla is his daughter, after all, as weird of a situation as that is for him to realize sometimes.

"Hey kiddo," he says one day, when she gets home from elementary. "You okay if we do an ice cream check in?" It's a keyword of sorts between the three of them—Eiji included—that started just due to Layla's love of ice cream. It became an easy way to talk to her about anything serious or seemingly scary. Spoonful of sugar type of situation. The ice cream makes everything a little more palatable.

But Layla frowns, now, and hugs her knees to her chest. "I dunno," she admits.

"We don't have to, but I do think it would be helpful to talk some things out, yeah? Something's on your mind."

She pouts.

"Am I wrong?" Ash says, not pushing too hard, but just a small challenge.

"Dummy," Layla mumbles. "How'd you know?"

"Hey, language," Ash says, halfhearted. Like he hasn't said worse in front of her. "Come on, let's get some ice cream and talk stuff out."

Once they're settled in with their bowls, Ash waits for Layla to speak first. She already knows that he's wanting a conversation here, since he essentially used the parent equivalent of the safe word they gave her to get her out of any situation without others picking up on it. He's inviting her to say anything and everything on her mind, but he's going to let her do it on her terms.

"... It's my friend at school," Layla says after a few bites.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Ash reminds her softly. "What's going on with your friend?"

"He's just"—Layla makes a face—"I dunno."

Ash feels a flare of anger for a moment. "Is he bullying you?"

But Layla quickly shakes her head, barely sparing this kid from the wrath of Ash Lynx. "No, more like I'm worried he might be getting bullied. Or ... something." She frowns down into her bowl, and Ash can feel his entire demeanor shift.

Ash goes almost deadly quiet for a moment, thinking of how to approach this. He can't make assumptions too quickly, but he does know that they've taught Layla enough of how to speak up for herself and what healthy friendships should look like that she's probably right if she thinks that something's wrong.

Taking a slow breath, Ash reminds himself that he needs to not scare Layla here as well. He doesn't want her to worry any more than she already is—she's such a good kid, but it isn't her responsibility to be looking after her classmates. If she's right about this—or, rather, if Ash is right about what he thinks Layla might be saying—then the adults in her classmate's life have failed him.

Ash knows what that's like.

"... What's got you worried?" Ash asks gently. "Maybe I can help him, or we can figure out someone who can."

Layla thoughtfully scoops another spoonful of ice cream. "Well," she starts, "he seems to get hurt a lot at home."

Ash's temper flares for a moment, and it takes everything in him to remember that Layla's probably talking about the normal bumps and bruises that happen with the accidents of childhood.

Except, apparently, enough of them to worry her.

"What kind of hurt?" Ash asks.

Layla drops her spoon and runs her hands up her arms. "Like here," she explains. She taps her wrists with the opposite hands. "And here."

"Like bruises?"

Nodding, Layla says, "Like when I fell down."

Ash winces thinking of it even now—Layla fell out of her bunk bed once a few months ago. She wasn't badly injured, but she did have some really bad bruising.

"And he always seems scared in P.E.," Layla continues. "I don't know what's wrong, but ... something, I think."

Ash winces, thinking of his own experiences with sports at that age. There could be any number of reasons why a kid might not be fond of physical education, but ... it's definitely not a good sign.

Ash swallows. "Thank you for trusting me with all of this, sweetie. I'm going to see what we can do, okay? We'll make sure he's okay."

" 'Kay!" Layla says immediately. She trusts Ash so strongly that all the worry she's been showing recently seems to melt out of her. She kicks her legs back and forth, enjoying her ice cream.

... Well, Ash has a new goal. Ethical routes first: he'll bring it to the school's attention first, and then follow up with a social worker and the ChildHelp hotline.

And, if all else fails, there's still a little bit of Ash Lynx left in him these days. He's gotten his hands dirty before, and he's not afraid to do it again. Not if it means he can help someone like who he used to be.

[cc-gohan]

Otherworldly Favour [Gohan x Tifa | HanTi, Drabble]

// with @badassbarmaid + wanted to start/time it around Xmas too!

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Sometime after Majin Buu was destroyed, Gohan had his father Goku teleport him to the Sacred Land of the Kai’s. “Sorry about the sudden visit, Supreme Kai. Could I ask for a favour?” he asked.

“Of course, you helped save the universe after all. I overheard that Goku asked King Yemma to reincarnate Buu as a good person. So, what can I do for you?” the Supreme Kai answered, curious to Gohan’s favour.

“I’m lucky to have my family around, even recently with my dad being revived thanks to the Elder Kai. But Tifa, she never got that from her birth parents, I was wondering if you could pull some strings so she can meet them? She deserves at least that much,” Gohan explained, hoping it wasn’t too big of an ask.

“I agree, she played an important role in taking down Majin Buu as well. It may take some time to track down their souls, but it is not impossible,” the Supreme Kai replied with a smile. “You are a good person and friend Gohan, even this favour you ask is selfless. So once that is arranged, would you like to accompany Tifa to meet them?”

“No thank you, I want Tifa to have that quality time with her parents, and the last thing I want is for them to think I’m dating her if I tagged along haha,” Gohan replied with a blush and laugh, then made a slight bow in gratitude. “Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it, Tifa would too, just don’t let her know that you got the idea from me, I feel I may have been too invasive…”

“Very well, it will be done as you wish.” With that said then a brief exchange with Goku, Gohan was teleported back to Earth with Goku’s instant transmission.

“So strong and smart, yet still naïve. I doubt Tifa would believe I the Supreme Kai thought of such an idea myself, but I suppose we will see,” the Supreme Kai thought to himself. Yet it was still incredible to know, that the saviours of the universe came down to such mortal youths.

[asikubi-soda]

2022 Xmas『1983』

Chapter 1

There is only one window with a light. The residential area is asleep, and a thin moon floats in the night sky. A silent snow scene covered the area.

The houses that are built in a row are long vertically, and the snow that has been falling since this morning is stored on the roofs that are connected. One of them, the window on the second floor, was drawn with a curtain, and the repeated creak of the bed stopped in the magic-covered room in the leaking light. Embracing each other's rough breathing, wiping each other's sweat, putting on shirts and underwear and lying down.

"Not cold?"

Remus Lupine lifted his wand and pointed it at the bedroom fireplace. The room has a fireplace, a sofa in front of it, bookshelves across the fireplace, and a bed under the window on the other side. The December air was pleasant to my burning body, and it gradually melted into the warm room.

Severus Snape, who was looking up at the ceiling next to Lupine, looked back at his beard. Pulling up the comforter that was pushed against the wall, Snape sat up and picked up the notebook on the nightstand. A cane and a bookmark are sandwiched between them.

There is a nightstand next to the bed. Above it lay a table lamp, Lupin's watch, Snape's half-read book, and a glass.

He leans back on his pillow, puts the notebook on his lap and traces the bookmark. Snape looks down next to him. Then Lupine's arms hugged him around his waist and buried his face in his side.

"Is there anything you want?"

"No."

"nothing?"

"Relentless."

Snape groaned in the back of his throat, and Lupine laughed through his nose, inhaling his lovely scent and thinking about it. Snape's knotty hand stroked Lupine's thoughtful hair, reaching down to his beard. This gesture of stroking him to check his length was his habit at this time.

"I'm so happy right now, I can't imagine..."

As Lupine said this, Snape turned his attention from the letters in his notebook to beard face.

"You are."

"yeah?"

"Is there anything you want?"

Lupine looks up at him as he kisses Snape's hand as he pulls away.

"Hmm... I'm really worried, are you going to give it to me?"

"Otherwise, why are you asking?"

"Haha, that's right."

Lupine looked at the hands he kissed and held them together, looking at the bookshelves in the room and an idea. Then he looked up at Snape, who narrowed his eyes.

"How about another new book?"

"you?"

"No, to you."

Snape furrowed his brows, and Lupine smiled happily again.

"Is there a book you want? I'll look for it again."

"I said no."

"I want to give you a present. I don't know what books you don't have anymore. Is there nothing you really want? ”

This bedroom isn't the only book Snape has. The bookshelves in his room on the first floor are filled with the books he has read so far. In addition to that, the vacant room across the street is also filled with things that overflowed from his room.

Looking away from Lupin's expectant gaze, Snape seemed to be thinking about the bookshelves in his room. Lupine looks up at it and wraps his clasped hands as he speaks.

"I'm going to see my parents tomorrow, and I want to go see James after that..."

Lupine also stared at the bookshelf thoughtfully, then saw Snape looking at him.

"...You should stay the night."

Snape furrows his brows and squints, and Lupine smiles and leans beside him, hugging his shoulders.

"Have you decided which book you want?"

Snape more frowned and looked at Lupine.

"Let's go shopping together. I want Lily to buy something and then go to James."

"Do not ignore."

"No, I want to be with you."

They looked at each other, Snape looking away first. He looks down at his notebook and squeezes back Lupin's hand next to it.

"I thought you were going today..."

"Yeah, but since you came home early, I wanted to be with you."

Lupine shook his hand and kissed Snape on the cheek.

"I'm going to see my parents in the morning tomorrow, so shall we meet outside? Where would you like… Hogsmeade? ”

"There are students there."

Snape shook his head, and Lupine frowned in thought.

"Well then..."

"Don't overdo it. I stay home."

Snape lifted up the wand that had been in his notebook next to Lupin, who was seriously thinking. From the sofa in front of the fireplace, quills and ink bottles follow Snape's wand. It landed on the nightstand.

Snape put his wand on his nightstand and grabbed a quill, and Lupine leaned forward to put his wand next to him. Then he looks at Snape and smiles embarrassedly.

"I want to eat the chocolate you bought me."

Lupine muttered, and Snape lifted his head and closed his eyes on his lips that slowly overlapped. After a tender kiss, Snape lifted his eyelids to see the same bearded face staring back at him. Kiss him again and he smiles happily. That's enough, but...

"Chocolate is sold everywhere."

Snape frowned slightly and dipped the tip of his quill into the ink bottle. Lupine had a loose mouth as he stared at his profile.

"together?"

"Even if you buy it and wait here"

"Nope, let's go together."

Lupine hugged me with his hands, and even when he groaned, I put my arms around my waist and didn't leave. The notebook that Snape looked down on was filled with his writings without gaps. It was something he always had when he started teaching at Hogwarts.

“Are you already in class for next year?”

When Lupine asks, Snape looks down at his notebook and sees the grades written next to each student's name. and put a check mark there.

"Starting next year, we will limit the number of students who can receive advanced magic potions. Those who didn't get a good grade in the next owl don't deserve it."

After checking, Lupine blinked in surprise as Snape looked next to him.

"If you can't get good grades, then you can't expect to be a newt. It's going to take a lot of time and effort. It's better to concentrate on other classes than to continue doing boring classes by inertia."

"Well, I guess it depends on the you,professor, but you must be busy. Are you okay?"

Turning to the next page, Snape didn't look up, but added ink to his quill again.

"No problem. This will make things easier again."

“Isn’t there also a job for the dormitory superintendent?”

"It just puts your dormitory first. The penalties are still a bit tricky...but you'll get used to it."

Under Lupine's worried gaze, Snape seemed to be writing additional ingredients for the class' concoctions.

"Rather than say us, shall we tell you what James and the others have been doing? If you don't know...wouldn't it be helpful..."

When Snape stopped his hand and looked up, his eyes met the face that was looking at the notebook.

"If I can help you, I want to be your strength."

The bearded face staring straight at me kisses my cheek and embraces me as if to be considerate. Snape sighs into his arm and tells the truth.

"Penalties are recorded and kept in the castle."

"I see…"

Lupine let out a small sigh of disappointment.

"But if it's a story that slipped through it, it wouldn't hurt to hear it. Besides, I've heard most of the information."

Lupin's face lit up as Snape spoke.

"Haha, you're right. Of course, I'll tell you all about it. James and the others graduated without a hitch. Would you like to keep it to yourself?"

"I promise."

Snape chuckled, and they both laughed, but Lupine felt sorry for his friend.

"Yeah, tomorrow..." Lupine leans forward and looks at his watch on the table with an itchy smile. "No, it's already today. Shall we meet for lunch and talk then? I'll be able to meet James later."

"Yes, do what you like."

Snape snorted and went back to work.

"Yeah, I'll write down the location and send an owl."

To enjoy this time, Lupine lay down again, hugged him, and fell asleep. Snape read his notebook again and looked down at the sleeping face next to him as he heard soft breathing. He dismisses his bangs and puts his hands on his cheeks, but there is no sign of getting up.

He puts the notebook back and places it next to Lupin's wand. Then he puts aside his arm, who seems to be sound asleep, and lies down. As Snape reached out his arm to pull the string of the table lamp, he awoke behind him and was held close to him. Lupine puts his nose into the back of Snape's neck, takes a deep breath, and falls back asleep... before that…

"...good night, Severus..."

[theretirementstory]

24/11/24. Good morning all, as we hurtle through November let’s look at the topsy turvy week we have had. This photo was taken on Wednesday morning, it was a beautiful autumnal day with plenty of sunshine. We had had rain which was accompanied by flood warnings on both Monday and Tuesday. Then Thursday arrived with a warning of snow, it was my day at the hospital I must admit that the journey to and from said hospital was rather scary, especially coming home. The snow was laying, there were a number of blizzards and the snow was getting deeper. The driver helped me to my front door, as my legs always seem to have no power after being in the car. Friday was another surprising day not so cold and the snow had started to melt away with the sunshine that put in an appearance. Saturday the snow continued to melt and it would have been quite warm had it not been for the wind. However, that wind was appreciated when I hung my washing out. It was dried within 1.5 hours and although it felt cold it just needed to be aired off inside. What luck!

I had rather a long “To Do” list and I felt really good when I had done rather a lot of the tasks. Of course, the most difficult were left to the end! I had made telephone calls, finished writing Xmas cards, paid bills, sent emails and brought my diary completely up to date. All of that was extremely satisfying.

Along with the sunshine on Wednesday I had a walk to the supermarket, I saw my neighbour and asked if he could boost the pressure on my central heating boiler. He read the instructions and was as much in the dark as I was, so we rang the plumber who explained it all to him and that was me sorted.

I must say I had been feeling a bit nauseous last week but have managed to improve and I feel a whole lot better.

“The Photographer” had his six monthly review after only five months, he has received a promotion and increase in salary. That’s very good. With his photography business I have ordered an item to be posted to a friend. I hope she likes it (I am sure she will).

“The Jetsetter” hasn’t been away on an aeroplane but travelled to meet friends for a birthday “get together”, plus she has been on a training course. The two of them met her parents for breakfast on Saturday morning, it was a nice place but the “Full English was not as “FULL” as was expected and the side orders were not cheap, I don’t think they will visit that restaurant/cafe again.

“The Solicitor” has been busy, as usual, having to change his hat mid week from Solicitor to administrator due to staff sickness. You either love doing admin work or prefer what you are paid for and for him it’s doing what he is paid to do.

“The Recovery Coordinator” on the other hand goes to work, deals with her cases which can be a mix of admin work and face to face contact (best of both worlds) then comes home and prepares for the next day. Okay we know that work isn’t really that simple but you get the gist. She had a little bit of a “frightener” when along with the huge amount of snow that has been dumped on the UK. She was returning home from work on Wednesday only to find that she was stuck on the hill up to their house. Nothing she did would get her up that hill. She rang “The Solicitor” and he came out of work. Unfortunately he didn’t have any success first reversing down an icy road then skidding and ending up travelling sideways. They gave up and parked the car in a car park in the town. Very frightening!

The next couple of weeks are going to be a series of surprises for my loved ones the first of which was due to happen in Thursday. Unfortunately, due to the most humongous ERROR (can think a much better phrase but not where my grandchildren can read it) by the delivery people, the event did not happen! It has been rescheduled for next Wednesday and I hope that the delivery people received more than a flea in the ear.

Now it’s time for the music section, I am sorry that these songs are from so long ago but it’s about singers and songwriters putting their hearts into what they did best. The first song is from way back in 1970 (I still have this album) it’s Neil Diamond a track taken from his album Tap Root Manuscript, the track on the album is entitled Soolaimon. The second song is by Free, the singer, who , in my opinion is one of the greatest, not just because he comes from Middlesbrough. The song is Wishing Well released way back when I was a teenager, in 1972.

Saturday,I had a visit from Monique, she brought me a few bits of shopping and part way through our time together Anie messaged to say she would come around 4.30. As Monique was leaving at 5pm Anie was just arriving. What a day two visitors!

It had been the inauguration of the renovation works to the outside of Saint Maclou Church on Friday evening, I had seen some photos of Anie with the choir singing there. It looked to have been a lovely event.

Now it is time for my medicine, another bite to eat and then get ready for whatever the day has in store. My new cleaner starts on Tuesday so I will be preparing for her, plus preparing for my other big surprise at the end of the week.

To all of you, keep safe and warm in this weather. I hope I will be able to get out and about next week, well I know I will on Thursday as that is my day to visit hospital again.

Catch up with you next week!

[castle-dominion]

Castle 7x10 bad santa

the killer santa episode (as opposed to the santa killer ep or the victim santa ep) liveblog

No maybe this is going to be the romeo & juliet episode, idk. We might have already had some

I hate xmas

lol car chase. Holy crap santa is killing him

Love the transition

Beckett XD RC: This is going to be the best year ever! He's so smiley

july AC: Write six, funny, poignant, eloquent lines describing highlights of the past year. For you. KB: What word rhymes with “I’m screwed”?

RC: This coming from a woman who skipped prom to crash a poetry slam.

KB: Since when do you follow rules? RC: Since I’m the one who made them.

Where ryan? RC's jaw drops and he looks to the sky.

RC: Guys. Squeezing down countless chimneys, delivering millions of presents in one night? It’s bound to happen. Santa finally cracked. JE: Or... (you assume he will say an actual fact or theory) JE: ...our victim was naughty instead of nice.

There's ryan!

JE, walking in happy to the morgue: Hey!! LP: Hey JE: What’chu got for me, girl? didnt they break up? or did they propose? or what?

JE: Hang on. You always call me down here after the lab results are in, which leads me to believe that you may have some ulterior motives. LP: Javi, I want to ask a little favor. JE: Anything you need. :] face LP: So … my parents barely ever leave Louisiana and they’re flying out to Paris tomorrow and they have a last minute layover in New York. (his face goes from smiling & nodding to instant :( that's how fast it falls) They want us all to get together. JE: *gulp* So it’s … uh … meet the parents? LP: Are you okay with that? JE: *scoffs/laughs* Yeah. Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? That’s not even really a favor. That’s just me … stepping up. LP: Mmhmm. He’s clearly not okay with that. LP: See, I didn’t get to the favor part. Yet. JE: .. What? LP hesitates. JE: You didn’t? LP: See, um… my parents … my parents kind of think we’re engaged. He stares at her in shock. JE: ... Why Do They Think That? (not clipping but ugh) LP: Well, you and I were on again, off again. They just got so worried about their unmarried daughter – JE: So you told them we got engaged? LP: I didn’t mean too. I just … popped out. JE: Now how does something like that just pop out? LP: I wanted them to stop bugging me. I’m sorry, Javi, but once I said it there it was and now here they are. JE: So the first time I meet your parents, you’re asking me to lie to them? LP: I’ll be lying to them, too. But I’ve been doing it longer. (tru) JE: Wow. LP: Can I just bring them down to the precinct to say hello and you could just pretend for just ten minutes. (she wraps her arms around his neck and lowers her voice) I’ll make it worth your while. JE: Yeah. Yeah. I can do that.

Like Ryan's shirt, we've seen him wear it before

girl introducing herself with "nypd" heck yeah that's what youre SUPPOSED to do that lets my janitorial staff friend quickly walk away. Love him sm lol.

... or this

Wait is this the romeo & juliet episode?

Love castle & his contacts

wait this is also the ep where castle gets kicked out

RC: Field trip to a strip club. She gives him a wary look. He bolts from the room.

Calls her venus Dino: For you, Rick? I’m happy to help. And the boys are too. (Step up menacingly) Rocco Carlucci, he’s my … my chief of security. And this is Christopher Carlucci. VP of corporate affairs.

JE: So while you and Castle were busy getting lap dances, Ryan and I did some real police work.

I hate her slur. Girl put a t in there.

You never come alone. You must always say "I demand a second be there with me. It can be my cop wife, it can be my daughter (which you do not want to kill), it can be my OTHER mob friend, but I demand a second. I will not come with the entire swat team tho."

Jane lol

Dino Scarpella: I don't like that word "admit"

Recap: Eric was family. My cousin Bruno’s kid. By a girl he had on the side. Bruno, he died in the slammer, so I looked after Eric. I sent him to the best schools. I didn’t want him to work for the family, but you want to hear God laugh, you tell him – you tell him all your plans, right? DS: A few years back, one of my guys got shot. It happens. He would have croaked, but Eric stepped up. Next thing I know – next thing I know he’s got a taste for the life. I need to find out who did this to him.

RC: And by sensitive you mean illegal. Ds: I don’t like that word, either. RC: But if I figure out who did this, you have to let me bring the killer to justice. And by justice I mean legal justice. Not just taking him out. When the time comes, I need to call Beckett.

Dude never cut your palm. "Ow!" "Ow!" Big bro: & then they both died from blood borne diseases

My subconscious misogyny coming out "Wow bex is so awful saying "you believe dino bc he gave you a papercut" to castle, smh" but dom if it was someone else, would you say that? Subconscious misogyny babes.

OH THE PARENTS TIME EEHEEHEEHEE JE: (forced & high pitched) Hey! hUG OK JE: Oh, I can see where Lanie gets her beautiful eyes from. (to WALTER) And her medical brain must come from you. I hear you’re a surgeon?

clipping

RYAN! when did his badge get crossed? No father figure moments (He looks extra Black beside Lanie & her parents) I love how useful Ryan is!

Cristopher Carlucci: (laughs) I’m his right hand man. I know fifty who would slit my throat like that. (he snaps) But they’d kill me. Not one of them would frame me.

Cyber Rita my beloved!!

RC: Uh, Lurch, would you – (he startles, realizing his mistake) – Rocco, I mean, could you - ?

uwu who's wearing the hat? I love it lol

JE: Castle over here started moonlighting for the mob. RC: I think that might be overstating it a little. JE, who I think used to be gang task force: You took a blood oath. You let them turn you into an honorary mobster. What’s wrong with you? KR the best dork ever: Oh, come on, man. How many people, outside the mafia, ever get to swear omertà?(gestures) I think it is an experience of a lifetime. JE: Of course you would. KB: Didn’t you say you had a lead? Me, Canadian & into rocks: sodium ferrocyanide mixed with sodium chloride, that's ice salt. JE: *mad that castle interrupted him*

RC: Man, the places we go to follow a lead. RC: But if it points to our killer, it’s worth it indeed.

/probably/ didn't survive. Salt might change that tho

*waits for them to leave* Heyhey! hey,

Her eyes when he says kids XD you should bring kevin & jenny with u bro LP: Javi, I can’t come clean. If I come clean I will never hear the end of this. Look, you met them. You kept your promise. You can skip dinner. I’ll say something came up, like a dead body. JE: No way. I can’t be the kind of fiancé that bails on the one time your parents were in town. I have to go. We’re engaged. (So true bestie) LP: We’re not engaged. (acting, you can't pretend to be engaged, you need to ACTively BE engaged for a bit.) JE: But we could be. (Whispers) JE: Someday. And I don’t want them to hate me then because I skipped out now. SDJFKALSDFHKLSJDFHAKSDJHDSFH First of all I love the music but LOOK commitment-phobe esposito (according to Castle in the wonderful life/au ep) (or yk, anyone premember the sonjia ruiz episode?) being the one to imply he wants things! Remember Kill Shot? He was like "Would I be a good dad?" & stuff?

Tessaro Beating the drums is a good phrase SWORN ENEMIES!! I was right about {the romeo & juliet ep}!

KB: Why would Eric treat Luca Tessaro, a member of a rival family? RC: See, this is the beauty of me being mobbed up. Temporarily. I can go straight the source and ask Dino.

"The boys" & I & then ofc they find the effing bullet. Like.. Who cares? Of course they missed smth for the movie. It's more dramatic this way.

Dun dun dun bracelet with blood & slug! These detectives just... found this crap.

Gonna go ahead & take that as a yes XD Rocco: *quiet* Ooh a response! His voice is higher than expected I mean heck yeah Dino, protect your daughter. Rocco: Uh uh. Jane stopped him. She didn’t want a war between the families. Besides, she’s a woman that can take care of herself. Transcript is incorrect, it is "cica cica boom room" not chica. It says so on the neon signs.

"I hope" hhh "Dino maybe have a seat"

Not accuse so much as "Look into it" Is Dino doing this to kill castle or ask castle to kill someone else? RC: Who disrespects you? I respect you, Dino. I – I respect the hell out of you.

Jane is back! Daddy! Everyone sit down. IN LOVE!? You made it up? I mean

Jane Scarvella: What was I supposed to say? That I was in love with a Tessaro? If either family knew our secret we could never be together. DS is silent. He doesn’t even move. JS: Daddy? DS: I’m processing this news. At least he has the decency to hold back & think abt it & TELL HER that he is processing

JS: Luca called me, gasping for breath. He’d been shot. By the time I got to him he was unconscious. Dying. He needed help, so I dragged him into my car. That’s probably how I lost my bracelet. RC: So you called Eric. JS: I didn’t know what else to do. Eric told me to meet him at the surgery room. He did everything in his power to save Luca, but … he couldn’t. DS: Which explains Eric’s murder. If the Tessaros found out Eric was involved with Luca’s death they would have retaliated. (he grabs Janegently) What do they know, Jane? JS: (adamantly) Nothing. Eric got rid of the – the body and the clothes so nothing could lead them to our family. RC: Jane, did Luca tell you on the phone who shot him? Who wanted him dead? JS: No, but last week he said something was up with the Tessaros. Someone was making a power grab and he was trying to find out who. DS: I swear. If the Tessaros killed my Eric we’re going to war.

KB: Lovers from rival families. Wow. That sounds like Romeo and Juliet. RC: Right down to Eric as the apothecary.

Heir? Power grab!

WAIT LUCA? HE'S ALIVE???

rc: No. As a matter of fact, we thought you were already dead.

Why order an effing pizza?

Luca Tessaro: But when Eric got popped, I figured it was the same guy that shot me. Maybe he found out I was alive and went after Eric to get to me?

il Penumbra the partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object.the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.

Ofc it's a setup

lol that santa, I thouht it was the bloody santa costume lol Rita: All right, fine. I’ll help. (RC scrambles to sit next to her) But only because I don’t want to sleep alone on Christmas.

Michael M Ouse

Rita: I think you should tell Christopher he’s sleeping over New Year’s Eve, too.

He didn't stay a little while after to idk like check his emails?

she threw the cuffs at him lol (btw I like ryan & bex together)

They just walked right into the police station lol

DS: I decided it’s better to bless her relationship and unite with the Tessaros than to lose my kid. Tis the season of peace, huh? *adjusting his jacket* RC: Thank you very much. (he clears his throat) That’s a call I hope I never have to make. They move to leave. Before they do, ROCCO grabs CASTLE and kisses him on both cheeks. CASTLE is stunned.

I thought Lanie hated her mom? & also lived close enough to visit during the dirty bomb episode(s?)

MP: Dinner was so great. We can’t wait to see you two lovebirds again. Maybe next time we can talk about the wedding. *JE's fae falls* LP: Maybe. One step at a time, Mom. JE: It was great to finally meet you both. JE: shakes WP’S hand. MP: All right, pumpkin. She and LP hug. LP: Bye, mommy. ("So did I. Didn't work. Lanie hates her mom.") MP: Love you. You be good. LP: I will. MP: All right. JE: You guys have a good trip. WP and MP leave. LP turns to JE. LP: Thank you for that. JE: Oh, it was actually much easier than I thought it was going to be. (uwu) LP laughs. JE: But … you know, it made me think seriously about us. And where we are. He grabs her left hand. LP: Javi, I don’t think we should do this here. JE: No, I have to say this. Lanie, being fake engaged (XD) to you made me realize how great we are together. But not the way that your parents are. (she exhales) Or Castle and Beckett, or Ryan and Jenny. (UWU AAH NO YES SKFJDH) LP: I know. I feel it too. I mean, I’m crazy about you – JE: Oh, I’m crazy about you, too. But just – you know, not … not in that way. And you deserve what they have. LP: We both do. She kisses his cheek and smiles. JE: What are you going to tell your parents? LP: The truth. But after the holidays. No need to spoil their vacation. (valid) JE: Mmhmm. She grabs his backside and chuckles. "Eyy!!" (still have that to them tho lol) I can't tell if they just broke up or proposed...

KR: So they cut you with a little ceremonial dagger. Did it hurt? I love Ryan & Castle :) RC: Yeah, it hurt. But you can’t let him know that, right? So my face was life a stone. *said "ow" twice*

Oh no. VG: As he was being transferred to Central Booking, Detective McBride was shot and killed by unknown assailants. The DA learned that you were cooperating with members of organized crime in your investigation. People that might have wanted McBride dead. Love her hair btw. VG: This doesn’t look good. Especially for you. I am so sorry, Mr. Castle, but the DA spoke to the mayor and – (she sighs) – you are no longer permitted to work with the NYPD. She actually says "I'm sorry" & is sad Castle is going! She warmed up to him!

That's a heck of a twist to put after the climax of the episode KB: This has been an epic year. Life’s been full of joy and tears. Solving crimes and catching killers, just like Castle’s famous thrillers. We share our passion every day. As partners go we’re here to stay. Not here to stay tho

& I mean... Castle you can go to Dino & say "we agreed you'd let us handle it the legal way" but like... yeah fair punishment. My acab side si getting the best of my "ooh funny movie" side

RC: What could be wrong? You’re here.

Ryan is so excited & I love him sm. He is defintiely a character but I see ppl like that irl, heck, I see myself in him sometimes, another point for the adhd headcanon ig. Kinda wish another one of the detectives got to yell that & turn it on tho, just to get some more speaking lines & variance.

We need more Kanie fics.

When I first watched this I was so confused bc why is this in the middle of a season? it should be at the end so that ppl can have the hiatus, yk?

Well that was fun. I sure enjoyed that. Now I should go to bed tho, actually it is not even 6pm. Still I should maybe do some homework or smth. Or post another chapter of my fanfic.

[montybagel]

it's been a very long time since i've felt like writing here but i'm back!

emma met a boy with eyes like a man, turns out her heart fits right in the palm of his hand

i'm not so much in love as being utterly and completely delusional. i met a boy with kind eyes and who was so quietly caring, gentle and sweet. and i love that so much! i've forgotten there are other men who have these traits and i love it so much.

i love a reserved, sweet calm boy who looks out for me quietly. and it drives me crazy when the boy is slightly shy and keeps his cards to himself too.

i'll probably never see him again, and also i'm quite certain he wasn't interested in the slightest, so to get it all out and to remember this feeling i'm going to write a list of the things i liked:

him communicating with the waiters for me. he didn't let me have to speak to them directly, instead he asked me what i wanted and told them and got me things from them on my behalf. i fucking LOVED that. but also note that could have been because i don't speak the language and he was right next to me.

"it's hot" "i'm sorry"

him putting his arm across the back of the sofa behind me

him being attentive and talking to me at dinner + teasing a little

he walked me to my hotel room door

he said he couldnt sleep last night – made me wonder if he was thinking about me (delulu)

he traced my heart on the back of my parents' rental

him doing that reversing the car + holding my passenger seat thing, i was screaming inside

he chucked a snowball at me in front of my parents, so adorable

he drove me through the mountains in his lil manual car

he accompanied me on a walk through st. moritz on xmas day, so magical even though i barely know him

he bought me a glüwein when i had no money

our short little chat in front of a school, perched on top of the busy street, sipping hot wine

"how big do you like your baubles"

that being said, there were also tonnes of moments where he seemed totally uninterested, like when i asked him questions and he gave me short answers, and when i tried to flirt and he just let it fall flat. the moral of the story is, i'm in a fucking dumb bitch era, the dumbest i've ever been.

– dumb girl catching feels in <24h on vacation story

[themetesterfromhell]

Little Jeremy wrote Santa a day after Christmas letting him know that he was angry that he only got one of the two presents he asked for. “Dear Santa, I am writing this the day after xmas and I am very sad I only received one of the two presents I asked for,” Jeremy blasted. “[Since] you ate my [cookies] I will [assume] that my missing gift [was] a [mistake]. I will give you one week [to] fix this,” he declared. In his response, “Santa” wrote: “Dear Jeremy, I am sorry you are disappointed with your presents. You asked for two very expensive presents and Santa can only do so much.” Jeremy responded and said “Dear Fatty…”

“Your threats don’t scare me. I played your game and you did not deliver. This is not okay. I will give you one week and then you will pay. Jeremy. PS I don’t know why you think that it is expensive when you have elf slaves to make things for you I think you are very naughty for having slaves.”

Santa wrote back, “Dear Jeremy. You are being a very bad little boy, Because you cannot be happy with what you have. I have talked to your parents and told them to take away your Wii U.”