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vcg73 · 3 years ago

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FIC: Kurt Birthday Drabbles

Earlier this week @elledelajoie left a comment on something I wrote all the way back in 2014. I had genuinely forgotten I ever started it, but the original idea was to write 21 Kurt Hummel birthday drabbles. I had written just 7 of them, but after we chatted about it, I decided to go ahead and finish.

If you’re not familiar, a drabble is a scene of exactly 100 words, not counting title headers. Since Chris Colfer and Kurt Hummel’s co-birthday (May 27) is coming up this Thursday, here they are. This goes definite AU at Birthday #19. Because you know I would never sentence my beloved Kurt to a life of being a doormat to people who did not appreciate and value him.

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Birthday #1

Kurt’s blue eyes went wide as a frosted cupcake was set upon his high-chair tray, a single candle ablaze on its surface.

When Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Andy, Grandpa Curtis and Grandma Eileen started singing to him, he smiled and clapped both hands hard around the tempting pile of frosting.

Kurt laughed when the sugary topping went flying and a big splatter of white abruptly decorated Daddy’s surprised face.

Everyone else started laughed too, including the startled father, who retaliated by giving his birthday boy a sticky peck on the cheek and then helped him to blow out a new candle.

Birthday #2

Kurt looked between his presents, confused.

Mommy had given him the pretty dolly he had begged for at the store. Daddy had given him a truck, not big enough to ride but too big to live with the little cars Daddy gave him at Christmas.

His parents seemed to be mad at each other.

Kurt looked at the doll, then at the truck. He smiled and placed Dolly inside the truck and began to drive her around the carpet.

Mommy and Daddy seemed surprised by his actions, but then they laughed, and Kurt knew he had figured out the puzzle.

Birthday #3

His shoes were black and shiny, buckles on the sides and 1-inch heels on the base. He clomped over the hardwood floors, listening to the click-tap-click-tap in delight. They went perfectly with his dove gray coveralls with “Kurt” sewn on the pocket in black sequins. Mommy had made the outfit for him.

Spotting Daddy watching him, Kurt threw himself into waiting arms. Daddy’s smile looked like he had an owie but was trying to be a big boy and not cry.

Kurt hugged him. “It’s okay, Daddy.”

Burt looked surprised but hugged him back. “Yeah, buddy. I think it is.”

Birthday #4

Ballet girls were nice. When they heard it was his birthday today, they threw him a party. Kurt puffed up with pleasure when presented with cookies, a sparkly wand and a tiara that read ‘Happy Birthday’ in shiny letters. He was not as fond of the kisses they gave, but four was very grown up, so he screwed up his face and allowed it. The teacher even let him wear the special puffy pink tutu over his little black leotard!

He saw Mommy and Daddy up in the gallery taking pictures, so he waved.

Kurt hoped today would last forever.

Birthday #5

“Can I have cupcakes?”

Kurt’s mother looked up from her book. “I don’t think we have any, sweetheart.”

“Can we have some Thursday? My birthday is the last day of preschool.”

“It is?” she said, looking surprised. “Is it your birthday already?”

He nodded seriously. “Don’t you remember, Mommy? You were there.”

She laughed. “Well, you have me there. What kind of cupcakes would you like, sweetie? And don’t say cheesecake. Those are two completely different kinds of dessert.”

Kurt’s hopeful expression fell. “Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed. Then his face brightened again. “Chocolate?”

She nodded. “That we can do.”

Birthday #6

“Daddy!”

Burt sat up just in time to catch the little body that launched at him. “What’s wrong, slugger?”

“It’s my birthday!”

Grinning despite the way his heart was hammering at the abrupt awakening, Burt asked, “Yeah? I like birthdays. Do I get a present?”

“No,” the boy scoffed. “I get presents!”

Burt squinted at the clock. 3:15am. “Not until morning, you don’t.”

Kurt pouted and tried, “It’s almost morning.”

“Not close enough, kid. C’mere,” Burt pulled him into the warm bed between himself and his wife.

Kurt snuggled down and went right back to sleep.

Burt was less lucky.

Birthday #7

Kids had started treating him funny this year. He was too fancy, too girly, holding hands was weird.

Nobody was coming.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

“Am I too late?”

They jumped as a little black girl with pom-pom hair popped out of nowhere.

“I’m Mercedes,” she greeted. “We just moved here. Mom said you would have invited me if you’d known.”

“I’m Kurt.” He smiled. “Do you like tea parties?”

“Is there cake?”

Mrs. Hummel beamed. “Cake, ice cream, and Kool-Aid.”

Kurt shrugged. “Nobody else came.”

She grabbed his hand like she’d known him forever. “More for us! Happy Birthday, Kurt.”

Birthday #8

Kurt took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and carefully blew out the candles. All but the extra one that his parents always put on his cake.

“Aren’t you gonna finish, bud?”

He looked from Daddy over to his mother, home again, but so frail he was sometimes afraid to hug her, worried she might pop like a fragile soap bubble. He offered her the candle. “Here, Mommy. Blow it out. Maybe you’ll get another year to grow on.”

The eyes of the two adults met, then Mommy nodded. The three of them blew out the final candle together.

Birthday #9

Barely daring to hope, Kurt came down the stairs. Birthday cakes and presents had been Mommy’s specialty. Daddy had forgotten his own birthday and had nearly forgotten Christmas.

Kurt gasped when he saw it, waiting, shining and spectacular against the front door.

“A bike!”

Bright green, sissy bars with foil streamers, and a banana seat. Perfect!

Burt smiled. He had scoffed a such a “girly” bike when Kurt spotted it at the toy store. But now, looking at the all-too-rare joy in his son’s eyes and feeling the approving smile his wife would have given, he nodded. It was perfect.

Birthday #10

Buying gifts was tough when your kid always clammed up on you. A dad had to be observant.

Ten years old. A landmark like that needed something special, but the only thing Kurt seemed into was clothes. He had enough of those for ten kids.

He’d probably like a Barbie he could change in and out of different outfits, but Burt cringed at the thought.

He did doodle pretty good though. Sure, it was mostly pictures of clothes, but that was a start.

A fancy sketchpad with a case and a hundred different colored pencils. Yeah, that was the ticket.

Birthday #11

“Dad, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Kurt sighed with exaggerated impatience. He had come home from school to find Dad waiting at the truck, ordering him to get in, then not saying another word. The suspense was killing him.

“Ta-Dahhhh!”

They had pulled up in front of a nondescript brick building. “Columbus Culinary Arts?”

“You like to cook right? Well, we’re gonna fix your birthday dinner this year with the help of a real chef. Lessons are once a week for the next couple months.”

Gourmet cooking lessons!

“Oh wow. Dad, this is amazing!”

Burt grinned. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

Birthday #12

Last year’s surprise had gone so well that Burt had decided on a repeat. But when he saw the excitement on Kurt’s face at finding a pair of tickets inside his birthday card turn to disappointment and horror, quickly masked with a fake smile, he knew he’d goofed.

“I know baseball isn’t your thing,” he said, almost pleading. “But you’ve never seen a live game before. It’s a whole different experience. It’s a home game. We can yell and scream, and cheer our team on with thousands of other fans.”

The stiff not-smile never wavered. “Sounds . . . fun.”

Birthday #13

Dad had bought out one of the partners at the garage this spring and now owned a majority share of the renamed “Hummel Tires & Lube”. Kurt wanted to snicker at that name, but he was proud too.

His birthday this year coincided with Friday Night Dinner. Dad had invited all the mechanics over for a potluck. They’d had Mary’s special fried chicken, Cassius’s homemade cornbread, and Davy’s mac’n’cheese. Now Dad brought out the cake.

Kurt laughed. A sheet-cake with a tow-truck and two little plastic mechanics for decoration.

“You and me kid. Partners.”

The mechanics cheered and everybody dug in.

Birthday #14

Kurt froze when he saw tickets peeping out of his card. Not again. Noise, sunburn, unhealthy food, tacky uniforms, and Dad trying so hard to make a boring sport seem like fun.

He sighed and pasted on a smile, which quickly transformed into shock.

“Wicked?” he squeaked, staring hard at the little papers as if the printing might change if he dared to look away.

“Embassy Theater is giving regional business owners a discount this year,” Burt said apologetically. “It’s just a traveling production, not real Broadway, but I …”

His apology was cut off by a joyful teenaged hug.

Birthday #15

“Don’t worry, son, you got this. Just remember everything I taught you. You got a whole year to get ready for the practical test.”

“I know.”

“And it’s okay if you don’t get it right the first time. Not everybody does.”

“I’m fine, Dad.”

“I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re through.”

“I know that, Dad. I’ll be okay, really.”

At that moment, Kurt’s name was called and he sprang from his hard green plastic chair. His dad’s repeated reassurances were making him jumpy.

Twenty minutes later, a brightly grinning Kurt was waving his freshly minted driver’s permit.

Birthday #16

Burt patted the giant blue bow the dealership had provided over the hood of the shining black Lincoln Navigator.

Kurt was gonna flip! He’d passed his DMV test with flying colors and was no doubt showing off his shiny new license to all his friends at school.

He paused. Did Kurt have any friends to share this accomplishment with? He always seemed so alone.

Maybe that’s why he had decided to spoil his son with a huge birthday gift.

It wasn’t right for such a good kid to be all alone. Maybe having his own ride would help change that.

Birthday #17

A dozen teens gathered in Kurt’s basement to celebrate the end-of-school, non-disbanding of Glee, and Kurt’s birthday, all in one.

“Not like ten years ago,” Mercedes said to Kurt, as they watched Mike and Brittany dance.

“Ten years?”

“Your seventh? It was just you, me, your mom, and lots of chocolate cake.”

Kurt was astounded. “That was you?”

“You forgot?”

“I remember a little girl who showed up and invited herself to my party.”

“And I remember a little boy who needed a friend as much as I did.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thanks for coming.”

She squeezed back. “Always.”

Birthday #18

Kurt stared at his birthday cake, unable to think of anything to wish for.

He was 18-years-old today, a legal adult. He had new family in Carole and Finn, his dad was on the mend, he would be back at McKinley for senior year, he had made his first visit to New York City, and he had a boyfriend! One who had just told Kurt that he loved him for the very first time.

‘I wish for next year to be as good as this,” he thought, taking a deep breath and blowing.

The flames flickered out, all except one.

Birthday #19

Senior year had been a disaster, and now he had not gotten into NYADA, despite his well-praised audition.

“Blaine wants me to spend another year here,” he whispered. “I just can’t.”

Burt’s callused hand squeezed his neck. “Then don’t. You’re 19 now, a man. You got talents galore, work experience from the garage, enough drive for ten kids, and your mom’s life insurance money to give you a start.”

“But…”

“No buts,” Burt said firmly. “You go on to New York and grab life by the balls.”

Kurt felt his optimism rise. “Help me look for apartments?”

“You got it.”

Birthday #20

What a difference a year made.

He’d dumped Blaine after being cheated on less than a month after leaving Lima. He was enrolled at FIT and sharing a shoebox apartment with a fellow design student and a Broadway hopeful, but both were young gay men from small towns, and they had a lot in common.

“Happy Birthday!” Elliott shouted, tossing a handful of glittery sequins at him.

Adam came in playing the birthday song on a kazoo he had gotten from who-knows-where. “Ready for Callbacks? $20 on who gets the first hot guy’s number!”

“I already have yours. I win!”

Birthday #21

“I have the honor of presenting your first official grown-up drink,” Adam said, smiling lovingly at his grinning boyfriend of nearly a year. He set down a martini glass with a cherry floating on top. “A Manhattan seemed appropriate.”

Kurt beamed and gave him a kiss, then took an experimental sip. “I’ve had alcohol before,” he admitted. “Mostly wine, though. Mm, this is good!”

“I thought you’d like it. Happy Birthday, my love. May the future bring every good thing you wish for, and never more heartache than you can handle.”

Kurt could not have asked for a better sentiment.

THE END

#birthday drabbles #Kurt and Burt #Kurt and Mercedes #Kurt and Adam

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years ago

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22. Christmas Fair

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Bang Chan

Caregiver: 2racha

Chan’s POV.:

Officially we were on break over the seasonal holidays but me being the workaholic I am, I wasn’t able to sit still and do nothing. That’s why I went to the studio to work on some new tracks. It was much more fun to compose stuff if you could just play around a bit with out the pressure of deadlines. I spent most of the day alone at the studio, losing track of time as I tried out new beats. My members were probably resting at the dorm or roaming the city. There was a small Christmas fair in the town center and my phone kept blowing up with begging texts, asking if we could all go there together. After replying that I’d love to go there tomorrow because I’m busy at the moment, I muted my phone to avoid distractions as far as possible. When I finally shut my computer off and bundled into my coat, preparing for the walk home, it was already very late in the evening. I skipped lunch and haven’t had dinner yet, so I decided to pick up a bite to eat on the walk home. I’d be passing by the fair anyways, why not get something from one of the food-stands there.

Changbin’s POV.:

Chan had been at the studio all day. It was already getting late and one by one my members all went to bed. The only ones remaining in the living room were Jisung and me. We felt a little guilty because our leader was still working and we didn’t. After all, it’s 3racha that produces the songs for stray kids and 3racha also includes Jisung and me, not just Chan. That’s why we grabbed notepads and worked on some lyrics, hoping they’d be of use when Chan would present us the new tracks he was working on. We had both tried to call Chan numerous times over the past thirty minutes to convince him to come home but he never picked up. Then suddenly my phone rang. “Chan?” – “Yeah, hey. I saw you tried to call me?” – “Yeah, we wanted to ask you to come home. It’s getting late.” – “Ah, I’m already on the way back. Y’all already had dinner, right?” – “Hyung, it’s almost midnight. Everyone accept for 3racha is asleep already.” – “I’ll eat a bit on the way, so it might take a bit longer. Should be home in about twenty minutes.” – “Alright, take care, hyung.” – “See you.” And with that the call ended.

Chan’s POV.:

I didn’t really enter the fair because I mostly just wanted to get home quick, but I found a food stand on the outer edge of the fair which sold fish cakes. I bought a fish cake and also picked up a small bag of roasted chestnuts to snack on while walking. I stuffed the bad of chestnuts into my pocket, feeling the heat through the fabric, so I’d have my hands free to eat the fish cake. The meal was perfect to warm me up on a chilly night like this. I finished the fish cake and munched two of the chestnuts before arriving home and unlocking the door. After kicking off my shoes, I made my way to the living room, where I sound Changbin and Jisung between scattered sheets of paper. “Hyung, you’re finally back”, the youngest 3racha member whisper-shouted. “You are aware that we are on Christmas break, right hyung?”, the older rapper scolded. “Aish, yes I am”, I said directed at both of them, “But hey, I brought you some roasted chestnuts to make up for not being home.” Changbin just rolled his eyes at my poor attempt to distract them, while Jisung happily accepted the bag from me, immediately nibbling on one nut. I have to admit, he had never looked like a squirrel more than he did right now. We both chuckled at our youngest before saying good night and getting ready for bed.

The evening seemed to fade out peacefully but the truth was that my belated dinner turned out to have been a mistake. Or at least my food choice had been a mistake. The fish cake wasn’t agreeing with me so well. I couldn’t remember whether there were hints of it being undercooked or if it tasted weird, I just knew that my stomach wasn’t too happy about it. It had started to hurt a few minutes after I arrived home. Slowly the pain increased into cramps, that felt like somebody was stabbing the upper area of my abdomen with a dull knife. I knew that I should just go to bed, everybody else was asleep already. Maybe I’d be able to just sleep it off.

My attempts to sleep the pain off, ended about ten minutes later when the pain had turned into nausea. I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could because Changbin had just gone to bed and was probably not that deeply asleep yet. Slightly bent over with one arm around my middle and the other braced against the wall, I stumbled to the bathroom, flicking on the light. I did make it to the toilet but as soon as I had settled on my knees in front of it, the urge to throw up was gone. I pushed myself back up, groaning in frustration that I had gotten up unnecessarily but as soon as I was on my feet again, I immediately felt sick again. The cycle repeated itself a few times, till I decided to just stay in the bathroom whether I had to throw up in the end or not.

Changbin’s POV.:

I hadn’t been asleep yet, when Chan left the room again. He was probably just going to the restroom, so I closed my eyes again, trying to go to sleep. When he still wasn’t back twenty minutes later, I suspected, he had snuck to the living room to continue working there on his laptop. It’s not like that had never happened before, so to me that was the most likely explanation for his disappearance. I was getting angry at our leader’s behavior, we were on Christmas break for duck’s sake, why couldn’t he just make use of the time he’s given to rest? Controlling my anger to not wake the younger Aussie in our room, I quietly pushed off the blanket and slipped out of the room, determined to drag our leader’s workaholic ass back to bed. When I got to the living room however, everything was dark. Now I really had no idea where my hyung could have gone. On the way back to my room, there was light shining through underneath the bathroom door.

I gently tapped my finger against the door, opening it when I heard a low “Yeah?”. Chan was resting with his back against the bathtub, looking up at me with dark circles under his eyes. “Hey, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you in bed?”, I frowned, noticing the yellowish pallor of his cheeks. “Kinda stuck here”, he mumbled, closing his eyes. “How so?”, I asked, taking a seat opposite of him. “Dinner’s not sitting well. I’m ok, it just hurts right now but everytime I try to get up, I feel like I’m going to be sick”, he breathed. “Was it the chestnuts?”, my eyes widened, remembering that Jisung had finished almost the entire bag. The leader shook his head: “Fish cake” Ok, at least that made only one sick member. “What are you going to do now? Just stay here for the night?”, I questioned. “Probably”, he shrugged, muffling a burp into his fist. “I actually hope I’d just throw up. I’ll probably be fine once it’s out”, he admitted uncharacteristically shy. I sighed and got up.

Chan’s POV.:

Changbin just left and I was glad he’d get the sleep he needed, even though I really didn’t want to be alone right now, it was still better that making one of my dongsaengs stay awake with me. I could handle myself, always have. Could I really? Another twist of my stomach made me doubt it as my mouth started to water. I shifted back onto my knees in anticipation, when the door cracked open once again. I didn’t turn to look at whoever came in, not even when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, I got you a bottle of water. Maybe if you chug that down really fast it will make everything come out”, Changbin whispered, setting the bottle down next to me. “Thought you had gone back to bed”, I mumbled sheepishly, wrapping my arms tighter around my middle and gritting my teeth as I was hit with another cramp. “And left you here? Never!”, my dongsaeng gasped. I felt really fuzzy and warm at this comment but was soon brought back to reality when a wave of nausea washed over me. I decided to go along with Changbin’s idea and uncapped the water bottle. Raising it to my lips, the very first sip made it clear that I wouldn’t be able to go through with it. I struggled to swallow and it seemed like my mind was preventing me from putting anything else into my already upset stomach. Choking, I spat out the water that was still in my mouth, handing the bottle back. Luckily, the rapper got the hint and quickly took it from my hand. The coughing triggered a gag but that was it. “S-Sorry, c-can’t”, I forced out between clenched teeth, still hovering over the toilet. Changbin sighed and rubbed my back in soothing circles as I breathed heavily, on the edge of throwing up but not quite there. I could taste the fish cake, I could even feel it at the back of my throat but it just wouldn’t come out. Frustrated teeth make their way down my face and I didn’t even bother wiping the away, knowing there’d just be new ones.

Jisung’s POV.:

I always needed some time to fall asleep. I heard shuffling in the hall and people talking in hushed voices but decided to stay in bed, if they don’t value their sleep, it’s their problem, not mine. Until I heard quiet sobs, that is. Startling at the different noise, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, careful to not wake the maknae I was sharing a room with. Padding down the hallway, I followed the noise, ending up in front of the bathroom door. I tapped the door twice as a warning, before carefully pushing it open and stepping in. Sitting on the bathroom floor, I found my other two 3racha members. “What’s going on?”, I yawned, squatting down next to them. With Chan seemingly unable to speak, Changbin answered for him, his hand never leaving the leader’s back: “Channie-hyung had a fish cake for dinner, which isn’t quite agreeing with him. He really needs to be sick but can’t. I tried to make him chug water but he can’t even get that down and I have no other idea what else to do.” Oh, that explains why our hyung is crying so hard. He must feel really bad if he’d voluntarily throw up. I chewed on my lips, thinking hard. The water would have been the first thing to come to my mind too but then I had a different idea. Grabbing a hair clip from the sink, I motioned for Changbin to switch positions with me. He nodded, watching me closely, trying to figure out what I wanted to do.

I knelt down behind my oldest hyung, clipping his bangs back in one swift motion. “Hyung, I’m going to hug you really tight, ok?”, I muttered into the leader’s ear. He nodded, removing his arms from his stomach, gripping onto the edge of the bathtub and toilet seat instead. I gently snaked my own arms around his middle, feeling his tense abs under my hands. “Just slap my arm if it hurts too bad or you want me to stop”, I warned before slowly tightening my arms around him, increasing the pressure I was putting on his stomach. At first nothing was happening, Chan only flinched a bit in pain, till he suddenly pithed forward in my hold, retching harshly. I could see his knuckles turning white, as he braced himself before retching again. This time, there was actually something coming up, although it wasn’t much. I closed my eyes, afraid the feeling of Chan’s stomach, contracting underneath my arms in combination with sight and smell, would send my own stomach over the edge. Instead, I just kept holding my hyung in a back hug, feeling every twitch of his muscles and following his movements when he jerked over the toilet bowl, trying to ignore the sounds of liquid hitting liquid. Every cough, gag or burp was amplified by the porcelain bowl, forcing me to grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, while trying to keep my grip steady. ‘Alright Sungie, just think of puppies, cute little puppies’ I told myself.

Changbin must have seen my face change color because he tapped my back before gently pushing me to the side and taking my place. I don’t usually get sympathy sick but that just now was really testing my limits. With a jerking motion of his head, he signaled for me to leave. His eyes told me that he got it handled and that I should flee as long as I still could. I nodded quickly, slipping out of the bathroom and closing the door between us. Shakily, I went to my room to get my phone and headphones to drown out the noise coming from the bathroom. Turning up the music, I went to the kitchen and filled the kettle with water. While I waited for the water to boil, I fetched two peppermint teabags, dropping them into a teapot. I decided to make more than just one cup of tea because my own stomach was still doing flips too. I was still waiting, when my stomach tightened, forcing me to quickly lean over the sink. Luckily the weak gag brought nothing up but that was a close-call. I rested my forehead against the counter, breathing heavily through gritted teeth. I was able to get my bearings and straightened back up to pour the water over the teabags, taking the teapot along with three cups to the coffee table.

Soon, the pair emerged from the bathroom, Changbin supporting a sweaty Chan to the couch, before taking off to fetch a bucket, just in case. “Feeling better?”, I asked, anxiously playing with my fingers. “Yeah, thanks mate”, the oldest replied, voice hoarse from getting sick. He curled up on the couch, drawing his legs up a bit as he shivered. He must be pretty cold in his sweat-through shirt, so I pulled the woolen blanket we always keep in the living room from the back of the couch, covering his trembling form completely. Only barely catching the quiet “Thanks”, a small smile spread on my lips as Changbin returned, placing a bucket next to the couch. He guided me to the other couch where we could cuddle while keeping a close eye on our leader. Seems like we’re in for another 3racha all-nighter….

#sick #sickfic #fanfic #whump #christmas #emeto #fluff #comfort #3racha #skz #stray kids #bang chan #seo changbin #han jisung

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yungidreamer · 4 years ago

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Pampered

Summary: Finals are finally over and its time to relax a little before heading home, but not everyone really has a home to go to.

Word count: 2k

Content warnings: none, this is basically a little hit of domestic fluff

Finals time passed like a flash. On Monday morning, while Mingi prepared to go and take his test and Yunho continued to study and finish his take home tests, she took San out for a walk to get some extra food and supplies. They walked to the store close to them to get the few things that they needed, having fun in the very clear cold morning air. The storm had cleared and left a crystalline world in its wake. The sky was clear, the snow was a bright and pure white sheet that covered and softened every surface. Everything looked like a Christmas card, clean and white.

They successfully bought all the things that they needed and had a little bit of fun along the way. Fields of snow were too tempting, too perfect, to be left alone. She was the one who started it, lobbing a soft ball of snow at the back of San’s head as he walked ahead of her. When it hit him with a soft whoof sending a burst of powdery snow over his head and shoulders the battle was begun. By the time it was over and he had tackled her into a snowdrift they were both laughing, exhausted, and covered in snow. It was the most fun San had had in months.

They arrived home not long after Mingi got home from his final and his spirit was much improved by the sight of both of them entering the house looking like they were snow monsters more than people. He greeted her with laughter and kisses, cupping her cold pinkened cheeks to warm them.

“You know, I’m cold too,” San laughed.

“Of course,” Yunho broke into giggles, joining them at the door to use his large warm hands to warm San’s cheeks much like Mingi was doing with their girl, but skipping the kisses, which he wasn’t particularly sure he would have appreciated. The scene left everyone in stitches and raised the mood of the house in general. Yunho and Hong Joong returned to their studies while she, Mingi, and San spent the evening watching movies in the bedroom room to keep from distracting the others.

When Tuesday afternoon finally rolled around Yunho was finally done and Hong Joong headed back to his dorm to get ready to head home. They were all done and all free and it was time to relax and pamper themselves. Yunho felt like he had done well on his exam and started the holidays on a positive note. He came home to find that they had gotten the spa day prepared for his arrival. In the living room a calming natural soundscape was playing and the steam diffuser was filling the air with a mix of lavender and chamomile. They had drawn the curtains and lit a few candles around the room to create the mood.

“Welcome home,” Mingi greeted him with a hug and passed him a warm cup of cider. “You should hop in the shower and get clean so you can get on with your pampering.”

“Okay,” Yunho gave his cheek a kiss and took the mug from his hand. “Where is our girl?”

“She’s in the shower but she’ll be out in a minute,” Mingi smiled.

“I’m going to see if I can’t catch her,” Yunho’s eyes sparkled and he hurried back to their shared bathroom. Pulling off his outer layers as he walked down the hall, he hurried to the bathroom, catching her just as she was about to step out. With a mischievous grin, he pulled her back into the shower, insisting on washing her hair, which she had skipped, figuring she could do it before bed instead. But Yunho enjoyed taking the moment to take care of her, even if it was just a small thing.

Feeling clean and warm after their shower, they threw on some comfy clothes and headed out to join San and Mingi in the spa prepared living room. Mingi had laid out their favorite masks and beauty products on the coffee table and had put out cookies and cakes for everyone to snack on. San was seated on the couch, dressed in some comfy shorts and a t-shirt he had borrowed from Mingi. Beauty could get messy after all, Mingi had said as he gave him the clothes to change into after his shower.

“Where do I start?” San asked, grabbing a cookie and taking a bite.

“Let’s start you with a mask,” She suggested. “I have just the one I want you to try.”

“I don’t trust that smile you have,” He narrowed his eyes at her as she pulled a container off the table.

“It’s fun, I promise,” she laughed.

“Carbonated clay bubble mask,” San read off the side of the container. “What on earth?”

“Just wait,” Yunho assured him.

“Okay sit facing me so I can put it on you,” she instructed, sitting next to him. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously but did as she asked. She pulled out a tiny silicone spatula and opened the container. San peered inside at the shiny grey paste, still not sure what he thought about it. She spooned out a little on the spatula before bringing it up to his face. Over a period of a minute or two, she spread a small layer of it onto his face.

When she was done, she closed up the tub and set it back on the table, then chose one for herself and let Mingi put it on her face. The two boys took sheet masks that smelled like lovely fresh fruits. San waited and sat, letting the mask work on his face. At first it just felt cool and slick on his face, but after a few minutes it started to tickle.

“Here, look,” Mingi gave him a hand mirror to look at his face. San made a sound of surprise as he caught sight of himself. He looked like he had stuck his face in some sort of grey cloud. The slick mask had bubbled itself into something like a fluffy, airy poof.

“It’s cool, isn’t it?” Yunho asked.

“It’s weird,” he commented, poking slightly at one section.

“You can wash it off in like 10 minutes,” She told him from where she had stretched out in front of the fireplace. San sighed and leaned back in the loveseat, trying not to give into the urge to just sit and pop the layer of bubbles on his face.

“Ummm, is your dad going to be home for Christmas?” She asked him.

“Not really,” San sighed. “He’ll be there for a couple of days after I get there but…”

“Then you are coming over for Christmas dinner at my parents,” she replied, more as a statement than as a question.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I don’t want to be an imposition or something. You’re supposed to be with family and...I don’t want to intrude.”

“You aren’t an imposition,” she dismissed. “I already asked at Thanksgiving. Like, if you want you can just come over and stay for the whole break with us. But you can also just come when your dad leaves.”

“I don’t know,” San sighed. “I just feel like I am going to be a bother and just because my holidays are messed up, doesn’t mean yours should be.”

“Pfft, please,” she scoffed. “Oh my God, if we adopt you, I wouldn’t have to be the oldest anymore! Yooooou can be the oldest kid and I can be a middle child!”

“Love, I don’t think that is how it works,” Yunho laughed, casting her a look that was mostly obscured by the fabric of the mask on his face.

“Shhhhh, let me have my dream,” she shushed.

“I wish I could stay at your place for Christmas,” Mingi sighed, not looking forward to spending the holiday at his own home.

“Someday we can just do our own Christmas.” She shrugged. “I’d hate to think we have to wait until we graduate or something but...yeah. Anyway, San, you are coming for Christmas.”

“I don’t know,” San sighed. “You need to ask your parents again at least. And really I would be fine at home. I can take care of myself and you guys have already been so nice to have me the past few days already. It was like Christmas even without presents. You have the tree and everything.”

“I’ll call them later so you can hear the invitation from them,” she agreed, not willing to let him just be fine over the holidays by himself. “If you really don’t want to come, I won’t make you, but like if you think you shouldn’t come because you would be a bother, then you’re being stupid and you are going to come for Christmas.”

“We’ll see,” San gave her a smile. He appreciated the invitation even if he didn’t end up going. “Maybe after Christmas, or for New Years.”

“Oh that, too,” she spoke with such confidence that he almost believed her.

***

“Hey mom,” she said, stepping out onto the back porch after San had gone to bed in Mingi’s room.

“Hey honey,” her mother said cheerily from the other end of the phone. “It’s pretty late, is everything okay?”

“Yeah yeah and we are still coming home tomorrow,” she replied quickly, not wanting her mom to worry about why she was calling. “I asked at Thanksgiving already but...is it okay if San comes and stays for Christmas?”

“Is his dad going to be gone again?” Her mother sounded appropriately annoyed by the thought.

“Yeah at least for a good part of it,” she confirmed. “Can’t we just, like, adopt him...for a while at least until his dad realizes he is an idiot?”

“Of course he can come,” her mother assured her. “He is always welcome to come over.”

“I am sure you’ve probably already bought most of my presents but…” she sighed and shivered. “Can you take some back and get a few things to put under the tree for San?”

“Oh honey,” her mother could not have been more proud of her daughter. “When you get here we can go shopping and get a few things for him. You probably know better what he might want than I would.”

“Okay, that works, thanks mom,” she was relieved, not that she ever doubted her mom would say yes. “Can you have dad call San soon and invite him. He doesn’t believe me that he has an open invite.”

“Of course, I’ll tell him now,” her mother was quick to agree. “Was there anything else you needed to talk about?”

“No, that was it,” she said easily. “I’ll call again tomorrow when we are ready to leave. Tell dad I said hi, too.”

“Okay honey,” Her mother’s smile could be heard through the phone. “Sleep well, I love you.”

“Love you, too, mom,” she said earnestly.

“Bye.”

She ended the call and headed back inside the warm house. Locking the back door, she went through the house, making sure that all the doors were locked and turning off the Christmas tree lights and the other lights in the living room and kitchen. Mingi and Yunho had already headed to the bedroom when she had waved them off, holding up her phone to silently indicate that she had a call to make.

Assured that the house was safe and shut down for the night, she headed down the dim hall she could have walked down blind at this point. As she passed Mingi’s bedroom door, she heard San’s phone ring and then heard him answer it, saying her dad’s name as he did. Though she couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, a smile spread across her face. She headed into the bedroom, deciding she didn’t need to eavesdrop, as she was pretty sure she knew what it was her father would tell him.

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fredweesleyismyslut · 5 years ago

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requested: hey, could you do one where the reader finds one or both of the weasley twins walking around the muggle world all confused and lost and since they knew each other from school they show them around the city and it ends in some port of romance. it’s just super fluffy story

A/N: I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get to my requests as fast as I wanted to. I had a lot going on lately and I just started a new job so I’m trying to get used to my new current schedule and trying to get work done. I’ll try and get to my other requests as fast as I can I did this one because it was the most recent one so it was at the top of my list but I promise I’ll get to the other ones so please don’t be mad at me. Anyways, I really hope you guys like thissssss!! I love you all:)))

You were waiting at a bus to get ready to go hang out with one of your friends. They were a friend of yours since childhood, although they didn’t go to Hogwarts you loved being around them. The muggle world was your home at heart, as much as you loved Hogwarts. Sitting on the bench you had your earphones in, listening to your favorite song and softly mouthing the words. Looking up to see if the bus was nearly arriving, you looked around to see a pair of bright red hair. The red hair seemed oddly familiar, but you highly doubted it would be what you were suspecting. Putting aside the thought that it could possibly be anyone you knew you went back to your music until you heard a familiar voice shout, “Oi, Fred, you sure we’re going the right way?!” Shooting your head up, you looked back to where you had previously seen the redheaded boys. They were now across the street and walking past a store near you. “I’m quite sure, mate. I mean we got this map.” he sighed, defeated,”Why do all muggle stuff have to be so confusing? Even their maps are made weird.” You chuckled to yourself as you stood up, “Hey, maybe I can help read that ‘muggle’ stuff.” Fred’s head shot up, “Muggle? We didn’t...Oh hey, y/n” he said slightly surprised as he grinned. George smiled along too, as he waved. “That’d be great we’re utterly lost, because of someone.” Fred punched his brother’s shoulder with a soft glare. Giggling you took the map, “So, where are you heading?” “We’re trying to find this store, it’s suppose to sell muggle antiques.” You held back the question of why they were trying to find muggle antiques and instead looked at the map. It was odd, since you’ve never had to look at a map to get around your town. “Well, I think I know just the store you might be looking for, but we’re not going to be needing this.” You folded the map back nicely and gave it back to the boys. Motioning for them to sit next to you, you sat down. “So, what brings you out here?” George asked. “I live near here, but I came out to go see my friend at a nearby cafe.” They nodded as they shared a mischievous grin, “Care if we tag along? I’m afraid we might get lost again.” Nodding, you pointed down the street at the bus, “That’s what we’re taking to get down there. It’s only a short 15 minute ride.” They nodded, as they stood up to get in with you. Realizing that they probably didn’t have enough muggle money since they weren’t planning on riding a bus, you told the driver, “Three people.” as you paid the amount due. The twins looked confused, like lost puppies, as they followed behind you. Getting a seat in the way back you sat between the twins. They looked amused as they looked out the windows, “Is your friend a muggle too?” Fred asked, looking at you with his soft brown eyes. His eyes always seemed to have a gleam of joy in them, as if he was always ready to tell a joke or have a good laugh. “Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were babies.” Oh shit, you thought, realizing that you hadn’t told your friend you were bringing two boys along, that she’s never met. The cafe was nearby, so you got up alerting the boys that they were getting off here. Walking out you saw your friend through the cafe window. She got up from her seat and waved excitedly. Joy built up in your chest, it had been a while since you had hung out since most of the year you lived at Hogwarts. The boys followed behind as you fast walked into the store and ran up to hug your friend. She hugged so hard, it blew the air out of you. “C-can’t breath.” you muttered, as she let go of her grip. “Ummm...I found them on the way here but this is Fred and George they’re my friends from school.” Your friend looked up, clearly bewildered, as she looked from the twins back to you. “Hey, how are ya?” Fred asked, breaking the silence. Your friend’s mouth twitched slightly as she forced herself into a smile, “I’m great. So, are you guys in the same grade?” You nodded, “Yeah, we have some classes together.” Looking at the boys you smiled, “How about you guys sit down, I’ll order the stuff.” Fred nodded, “It better be good or I’m holding you to another meal y/l/n.” You chuckled, “Don’t even worry I’ll blow your socks off, Weasley.” He smiled as he winked towards you as you walked off to get the food and drinks. “Sooooo...who is he?” your friend asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You elbowed her, “It’s nothing like that they’re just school friends.” you bit your lip softly before adding, “Also, I’m sorry. I know it was suppose to just be us because we haven’t met in a while but they were lost and-” She cut you off before you could finish the sentence, “It’s completely fine, a friend of yours is a friend of mine. I know you wouldn’t have brought them here unless it was urgent.” Hugging her you swayed her slightly, “You’re the best. You know I love you right.” She laughed softly, “Ugh, don’t get all gushy now. Of course I’m the best and of course you love me because I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You ordered some small cakes and a couple of fancy teas, with the exception of your friend getting coffee. Bring the items back you placed the cakes in front of the boys and talked, so that they could get accustomed to your friend.

Afterwards, you walked out the door with the boys to find the antique shop they had come for along with your best friend. Walking in, the bell on the door jingled, to show a small store with old items. Lots of the items were very dated but you felt the odd feeling of warmth in the store. A old lady came out to the front as she smiled, “Can I help you with anything?” You smiled politely and shook your head. The twins looked around softly bickering as they usually did with the occasional elbowing, as you walked with your friend. Suddenly, a hand grabbed your elbow, “He seems like a nice guy, that Fred.” “Yeah he is, and they’re crazy funny.” you said, thinking back to all the pranks they had pulled and one prank they had pulled on you, that you were still planning to get them back for. “Well, he seems crazy into you.” Your heartbeat picked up a notch as you giggled nervously, “That’s crazy, he’d never. I mean I’ve thought about it but he’s...he’s not into me like that.” Your friend slapped your arm softly, “Shut up, you’re gorgeous. Why wouldn’t he be?” she looked at you sternly as she finished, “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” You looked down the aisle seeing the two redheads, they were so tall that they nearly reached the top of the shelves. Fred glanced over and as he met your eyes he smiled, waving slightly before being whacked in the arm by his brother. “I don’t know he-” She grabbed your shoulder, “He looks at you like you have rainbows shooting out of your ass and as if you were Jesus Christ himself walking on earth. That’s how he looks at you.” Your face felt as if it was burning with all the seven fires of hell as you glanced in Fred’s direction and back at your friend. “He’s the guy you were talking about last year that you were into right? The one that played that crazy prank on you, but felt bad and brought you chocolate.” You nodded at her questioning, Fred had pranked you with his brother last years Christmas but felt bad and brought you chocolate that evening and sat in the common room next to the fireplace to talk with you. Your friend dropped the topic as the boys had found their items to buy and at the counter you noticed a beautiful necklace. It had a intricate design with gold plating and inside was a rose quartz gem. Your eyes couldn’t leave it but you shook away as your friend called out, “Hey, they’re done lets go.” Nodding, you followed out the door as you looked at the things the twins had gotten. They bought a small mini car, the kind from long ago, and a small airplane. You chuckled, knowing that they probably bought it for Mr. Weasley, knowing his obsession with muggle objects. “Oh, wait. I think I left my wallet in there.” Fred said as he patted himself down. He walked back inside, and came out just as quickly. You got to the bus stop and your friend hugged you tightly, and hugged both twins especially Fred as she whispered in his ear. You waved her good bye as you caught the next bus with the twins. Getting off at your stop you smiled, “Well, today was fun. Thanks for coming I’d love to hang with you guys again.” The boys smiled as George replied, “Of course. I didn’t realize all these muggle things would actually be fun but I enjoyed it.” Fred seemed anxious as he furrowed his brows, “Hey, mate, you go ahead I have to tell y/n something.” George nodded with a gleam in his eye as he grinned at you before giving a small wave. Fred rubbed his hands together before he ran them through his hair, messing it up furiously as it stuck up in other directions. You fought the urge to reach up and fix it as he breathed in deeply. “Hey, the food was great but I still wanna hold you to another meal y/l/n.” he said, clearly quite nervous as he pulled out a box from his bag. Inside, was the rose quartz necklace you saw earlier. “ummm...I noticed you were looking at it earlier...and your friend gave me hint that you’d like it too.” You held back a giggle, of course your friend had been behind this. “I freaking love it!” you exclaimed, getting some looks from passerbys as you leaned in and kissed his cheeks. “I’ll definitely accept another meal, Weasley. You better blow my socks off but I think it might be hard to top this necklace.” Fred smiled as he caught your eye, leaning in his pressed his lips to yours, softly parting them them. Kissing your cheek next he stood back up. Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks you grinned, “Definitely topped the necklace, a hundred percent.” Fred chuckled, “I’ll make sure to top this kiss too next time then.” You cheeks heated up even more that he could probably see it, “We’ll see, Weasley.” Suddenly, a loud shout from George caught both your attention, “Oi, lovebirds, let’s get a move on I wanna get back home. Mum’s making dinner and she’s probably worried by now.” Fred sighed softly, “I’ll get going, get home safe, y/n. I’ll definitely send a letter about that other meal.” He winked at you before walking off to catch up with his brother and with a final wave they were gone, leaving you to catch your breath and get back to normal before you could get back home. There was definitely going to be a lot to talk about tonight with your best friend over the phone.

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wexlerkimberly · 4 years ago

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oh god, yearly round-up.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

side note: this is my TENTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! year of doing this!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have been on this website for OVER 10 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jesus christ.

ok. on a completely personal level, last year was so fucking dreadful that i remember falling asleep at my friends house on new years eve and thinking: “well, at least this year can’t be any worse”. HMMMM. in all seriousness though, despite everything, i have had a mostly decent year. i’m very lucky in lots and lots of ways. i’m lucky none of my closest family or loved ones have been effected too deeply by covid. just mild inconvenience, at most. i am lucky that i live in a house with such a large garden, so i could enjoy fresh air and family-free time if i needed to. i am lucky the weather has been mostly nice this year so i could go for plenty of walks. i’m lucky that i’m naturally a very quiet, anti-social person anyway so i haven’t felt the strain of isolation as severely as others.

most of all, this year has been boring, if anything. but there’s still been things that have made it nice. january - birthday!!! i don’t usually go hard or anything for my birthday but it stands out to me as a really lovely day. i went for a walk to one of my favourite hills with my dad & dogs during the day. in the evening, i had badminton with my friends as i used to most thursdays (INDOOR SPORTS?!?!?!!? REMEMBER INDOORS SPORTS?!?!!?!?!) and then, as per our tradition, i went back to their flat for take-away chips and halloumi burgers. because they are so unbelievably generous and lovely, my friends bought me a new badminton racket for my birthday. i feel like i’ve barely got a chance to use this year, for obvious reasons, but i can’t wait to use it so much more as soon as possible. the following day, i went to work as normal but then went out to a really nice italian place with my family for a meal and we did birthday cake & candles when we got home. feeling stupidly grateful for so many thoughtful people in my life. february - again, this year has been so dry that a trip to the cinema could be considered a high point. but it was my only cinema trip of the year and just a really nice day. me & my friend saw jojo rabbit (which was great, if you haven’t seen it already) and afterwards we ambled around town looking at things in shops. it sounds so simple but i haven’t done any of that stuff since really, so it feels so exciting and exotic when i think back on it.

february - stayed at my grandma’s house for the weekend. we do that as often as we can, usually, and it’s always nice. but - obviously - we haven’t been able to see my grandma much at all this year. it was nice to sit in front of the fire with her and watch tv and be given access to all sorts of baked goods and walk up the hills around by her. on the sunday, we managed to pop-in on my nana & grandad too and eat many baked goods there too.

march - meal out for my brother’s birthday. i feel like a lot of my “special days” this year revolved around someone’s birthday this year. but i think this was our last day of ‘normalcy’ before things went a bit crazy here. my family went to a caribbean pub with my brother and his gf and we had lovely tasty food and a nice night out. i think that was the last day i wore anything other than pyjamas or leggings for a long time.

april - no joke, i remember going to the vets during the peak of lockdown when the whole country was essentially shut down and it felt like THE most exciting day of my life. my cat was fine (she’d been bitten and needed painkillers for an infection but she was absolutely fine!) but i remember being near giddy in the car. my sister came with us too even though she didn’t need to because of how exciting it felt.

may - my brother’s birthday. the other one. the first of our lockdown birthdays. we popped in to drop a card off at a friend’s who shares the same birthday as him. then we drove (DROVE! IN A CAR!) to a stretch of really lovely canal that my brother likes to walk on and had a great walk. in the evening, we ordered in an indian take-away and my sister had made a FAT four-tiered chocolate cake to celebrate.

may - ok this is very dumb but i finished breaking bad this year and i set aside a special date to watch el camino. i made a very sickly millionaire’s cheesecake and my whole family gathered round the tv to eat and re/watch el camino. it’s so dumb and silly but i was so excited, it felt like a special cinematic event. i cried.

june - my dad’s birthday. my dad, my brother & me (plus dogs) drove out of the county (rogue fugitives!!!!!!) to meet my grandad for a socially distanced chat and picnic. it was a bit weird not being able to hug him and sitting on separate benches but it was still great to see him. we had a takeaway chinese for dinner and a chocolate cake for dessert.

july - my sister’s birthday. we technically celebrated it 4 days earlier because she had to move into her new flat but we had a nice indian take-away and another bloody chocolate birthday cake.

july - my mom’s birthday. i honestly cannot remember what we ate - i think we had homemade pizzas in the garden??? it’s weird when food dictates the differences between days. anyway, i definitely made another birthday cake.

july - went for a socially distanced walk with a friend i haven’t seen in ages. it was lovely and the weather was very kind to us and it was great to go walking across fields and to a reservoir i hadn’t been to in years and years.

august - my brother got his GCSE results and we ate pizza in the garden to celebrate. after the monumental government fuck-up with results, we were a bit nervous about how badly they’d ruin his chances but he did very well.

september - went to visit my grandma. she had been living by herself for the entirity of the pandemic (she doesn’t mind, she’s loves to garden and she does online latin and pilates classes, she’s a very busy lady) but i think she enjoyed seeing us. we were plied full of food once again. we went for a lovely evening ramble on the hills right by her house. on the sunday, my dad went for a walk with a friend he hasn’t seen in ages while me, my brother and my grandma went for another hill walk elsewhere. i think my grandma really enjoyed that because she hasn’t been able to go walking much because she was so anxious about tripping and being completely alone, or being rescued by someone carrying The Virus. so it was nice to accompany her. after that, we had a nice socially distanced meeting with my grandparents in their garden. it felt very risky to me because i am insanely anxious but my grandma, my grandad and my nana are all very safe and healthy.

october - halloween!!! i never celebrate halloween BUT this year, i was so sick of being the house every single day i decided to organise something different. so in the evening, me, my dad & my brother went for a halloween walk in the countryside through a graveyard, then through a field where there used to be an old abonnonded saxon village, and then finally through hagley wood where bella of wych elm was found. my dad & my brother were completely uneffected but i was absolutely shitting myself at every tiny little thing. my dogs had their little flashing colours on and we all had torches but i was still so pathetically spooked by everything. after the walk, we met my mom in the car (i had to get changed in the car from my walking stuff to vaguely presentable clothes) then we went to a goddamn PUB!!!!!!!!! to eat a meal!!!!!!!!!!! i went a bit overboard making my family santise their hands every 5 minutes but we definitely had a lovely meal.

november - did a bonfire in the garden for bonfire night. ate homemade vegan chilli and then apple crumble. it was freezing cold and we tried to stay out there for as long as we could. i even managed to find some sparklers and me & my brother waltzed around the garden with them, likesay we’re not an adult and a child-grown. the others melted marshmallows on the fire and i just enjoyed watching the fireworks i could see and throwing balls for the dogs.

november - we’re brits lmao but when joe biden’s presidency was finally confirmed, we celebrated with an indonesian take-away because fuck it!!!!!!!! gotta celebrate where we could this year!!!!!!!!!!

december - christmas!!!!!!!!!!!! we usually have christmas every year at my grandma’s house with my aunt and her boyfriend. it’s a fairly decent sized house out in the countryside and she has a wood-burning fire and it just Feels more christmassy there, especially as i’ve literally only ever spent one single christmas at home before. but we still managed to make it very special this year i think. my sister came on the 13th and we got quickly into a routine of watching christmas films in the evening. on christmas eve, i made vegan gingerbread biscuits and vegan mince pies and my sister made a chocolate yule log cake and then we watched a film. on christmas morning, we all opened our presents in our own living room which felt weird but was still lovely. afterwards, we went for a family walk. my mom pretty much single-handedly (me & my sister helped) cooked a whole christmas dinner for the 6 of us with all the trimmings. usually it’s my grandma, my aunt and my mom but the fact my mom managed to cook such a goddamn feast with our shitty oven where the grill doesn’t work and you have to slam the oven door at least 5 times before it shuts.......... i’m convinced she Might be superwoman?!?!!?!? and it was SO good. in the evening, we had cheese & crackers and my sister’s tasty yule log and we watched many a film. boxing day was much the same but still nice. this whole stretch between christmas and new years day is usually painfully boring but this year has been good, i think. i have consumed an entire army’s worth of cheese and chocolate and i have definitely enjoyed the snow we’ve had here recently.

so. yeah. this is very basic and boring. none of these things would usually end up in my write-up of the year. but i haven’t been to a single concert or theatre trip or even really left the midlands at all. in my round-up last year, i wrote some stupid sentimental bullshit about romanticising “the most basic and boring aspects of life” and never has that been so apt. on the face of it, this year has been SO boring. but i’ve managed to make it enjoyable in the tiniest ways.

for example, i enjoyed every single sunny day. i would jump on the trampoline and listen to podcasts. i would go running and listen to podcasts. i would go walking and listen to podcasts. i owe a lot to podcasts, i think. but i definitively owe a LOTTTTT to walking. i walk for a living (i’m a dog-walker lmao) but i would still go out for walks with my own dogs in the evening or go out for walks with my dad in the morning where i could. if we thought we made good use of the pizza oven last year, this year has been insane. i have made and cooked SO! MANY! pizzas this year and they were all excellent. i feel like food has been really important this year. like i said, it helps distinguish the days, especially “special” or “treat” foods. like everyone i have done a lottt of baking this year. especially when it’s been such a great year for fruit!!! there’s a field near me and there’s just simply shit loads of blackberries and raspberries that grow there. i remember one evening sat in the garden eating some mango sorbet my sister made with some raspberries i picked from the field and thinking that life simply does not get better than that. idk. it’s nice to take pleasure in the smallest things i think.

but, like i said, i have been so lucky this year. i was only off work temporarily and none of my immediate circle have been directly impacted by the effects of covid. as annoying as they are, i’m very lucky to have spent so much time with my family - as opposed to be being by myself - because it’s nice when we make food for each other and watch tv and films together or go for walks together.

god. this is long and waffley. if you read all this: what the fuck is wrong with you? but also: thank you! i know 2021 is definitely going to start off rocky but i strongly believe - and i’m a massive pessimist - that things are going to get better. love and strength to everyone. wishing you peace and comfort x

(again: i cannot believe i have been writing up this silly little incoherent things for a decade!!! sometimes i like to go back and read the earlier ones and remind myself of old fun times and cringe at teenage me. here’s to... 10 more years??? hahahahaha. anyway:here’s the other 9 years of nonsense: 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, and, finally, 2011.)

#2020 #personal #text #txt #hi it's me x

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szopenhauer · 4 years ago

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Have you ever tried to walk on a moving vehicle and fallen over?: I didn’t fall When was the last time you were a passenger in a car and sat in the back?: I always sit in the back

What is the longest your hair has ever been?: to my butt Who does the grocery shopping in your household?: we all do but me and dad most often What is the best thing you’ve ever bought at a thrift shop?: I bought so many things! Have you ever been pulled aside by security at the airport?: not applicable Do you watch The Simpsons regularly?: I don’t but I like this show anyway :) Did you ever go to summer camp when you were younger?: twice Do you know anyone who is fluent in a second tongue?: me Have you ever been pressured into doing drugs? Did you say yes or no?: I said no

When you were younger, did you have a swing set or a playhouse in your backyard? had a swing Do you burn incense? I heard it causes cancer :(

Does being in love make you nervous? yep Have you ever been so quiet that nobody noticed that you were there? from what I remember Did you ever stop having feelings for someone and then started having those feelings again for them? yeah Do you stay home when you are sick or do you still go out? stay home What’s your relationship with the person you last texted? we’re datinh Have you had more than 3 gfs at the same time? nooo Are you in a good mood right now? sigh... Have you kissed someone with braces? I have XD Who’s your favorite redhead? real, celeb or character?

How do you feel about being in the house alone? cool When was the last time you burnt your mouth from eating something too hot? it happens often as I don’t feel it being hot most of the time :( Do you prefer instrumental songs or ones with lyrics? lyrics Do you have any old friends who you still kinda speak to but it’s awkward? sigh... When was the last time you used a quote from a movie in real life? today? Do you forget things easily? depends/some

Would/Do you like having brown eyes? maybe Do you spend a lot of time on the internet? too much Have you bought anyone a Christmas gift? not yet

What is one of your favorite compliments to recieve? compliments are awkward :x Do you compliment other random people? rarely What do you use Facebook for? texting mostly Do you love cartoons? some are nice Do you paint your own nails? I did

Describe your style in one word. comfy Describe your current personality in one or two words. complicated Are you afraid of child birth/pregnancy? it’s one of the reasons why I don’t want any kids What are you favorite bottoms to wear? leggings or pajama pants Do you like dresses? not really Do you eat cake with a spoon or a fork? tiny fork but spoon is fine as well What is your favorite sex position? ;) I'm not a fan of sex What color will you paint your nails next? black if any Are you afraid of ghosts/hauntings? kinda What is your favorite game to play with family/friends? board games and/or car racing games with dad What is your beer of choice? I don’t drink beer Do you like glitter? could say so Have you ever owned a Ouija board? hell no Do you like to text? it seems If you had to be an animal for Halloween, what would it be? bat, cat or wolf (eventually a raccoon but it’s not a Halloween related animal) Do you have more dry skin or oily skin? mixed

Name something that starts with the first letter of your first name. zoo Name something that starts with the first letter of your middle name? - And your lastname. chicken Would you spend 20 dollars on a candle? no way What is the goriest thing you’ve seen in real life? hmm... Twilight or Harry Potter? HP Would you rather be a vampire or a mermaid? vampire P.E or Math? Math or Science? dunno What do you do when someone is really rude to you in public? hard to tell Do you argue with your significant other a lot? we don’t argue Have you ever had a really painful breakup? they were painful to me What do you like to write with? my hands lmfao Do you prefer to be pale or tan? Don’t say in between. pale What is your favorite thing about Christmas? decorations and gifts but also spending time with my parents Do you prefer white or black electronics? black A stranger comes up to you and gives you a big hug, what do you do? :o Do your eyes tear up when you’re nervous? might Apples or Bananas? apples Water or Milk? water Would you milk a cow given the chance? it’s weird Where do you shop for your underwear? I don’t have a fav place to do that

Do you feel more comfortable sleeping in your own bed or in a hotel bed? my own

Do you prefer to travel by plane, car, or boat? car

Who is your favorite travel buddy? dad

What’s the best souvenir you have ever purchased? can’t choose

What’s your favorite book to read during a long ride? I don’t read while travelling

What’s the most entertaining story you have about getting lost? me and my father been talking so loud that someone on the street just stopped by and told us where the place we’re looking for is ^^”

What was the most expensive trip you have ever taken? ask my family

Which songs are on your travel playlist? whatever

Which travel blogs do you follow? none

Do you complain when you are bored, or look for something to do? I’m never bored so I don’t complain about it

Do other people’s complaints ever get on your nerves? some/depends

How did you develop your specific taste in music? can’t explain that

If you drink coffee, how do you like it (with cream, black, etc)? I don’t drink coffee

Did your parents sign you up for things like piano lessons and ballet? no and now I’m a loser

What is your favorite children’s song? Kokoszeczka

Are you good at telling jokes? I am

Other than gas, what do you frequently purchase at a gas station? I don’t purchase anything there

Ten years ago, did you think that this was how the world would turn out? ...

Ever think you might be better off living in a different time period? yup

Do you walk regularly? not regularly but often

If you could have the answer to one question, what question would that be? personal

Do you like any bands from other countries? obvi, most of those I like aren’t from Poland, I don’t like polish music

When was the last time you mailed a handwritten letter? years ago

Do you still receive Christmas cards? my mom does

Do you know anyone who is really hard to please? sadly

What gets you through the day? I wonder myself

If you found out your bf/gf was homosexual, how would you react? I know she is - elseway we wouldn’t date (ok, she could be bi, I know)

If you are homosexual, and you find out your bf/gf is straight, then what? we break up

Have you ever sung karaoke? What songs? Was it fun? it was Ich troje song *embarassed*

Have you called anyone today? What did you talk about? not today

Do you drive around the neighborhood to look at lights around Xmas? I like to look but I don’t ride around just for that

Why are so many single people bitter on Valentine’s Day? because they’re lonely and because this day is fake

What is one tradition you hate participating in? personal

Have you made a fool of yourself today? probably

When was the last time you did something for someone else? recently

Do you let other people choose the radio stations in your car? but I don’t have a car

Would you say that you are an accepting and openminded person? am not

Have you ever been convinced to try something you didn’t want to do? I have been

When was the last time you cheated–at anything? last time I used motherlode in The sims 4 game?

When you are mad at someone, how do you show them? depends

When was the last time you felt you had a reality check? blergh

Have you ever felt out of touch with reality? dissociation, derealisation, depersonalisation etc.

Have you ever had a tooth pulled? not since I was a kid

How long do you you usually chew a stick of gum? didn’t check the timing

Was there any teacher that made life living hell for you? it wasn’t THAT bad but it wasn’t good

How about any student(s)? I’ve been bullied if it’s what you’re asking me about - still could be much worse

When was the last time you felt overwhelmed? 24/7

Do you have any coffee mugs with funny pictures/sayings? Did I just rolled my eyes out loud

Describe something strange that you own? where should I start...

Do you think graffiti is a valid form of artistic expression? I don’t approve of it when it vandalizes property

Are you afraid to walk places at night if you are alone? I’m a petite woman so...

What do you think of people who are shy? hard to keep contact with them

Have you ever gone through a time when you had no friends? How did you deal with it? not counting my family - last several years - I was ok with it as I’m a loner, homebody, introvert

What is something that shouldn’t bother you, but does anyway? fuck off!

Has any food ever made you sick to the point where you’d be afraid to try it again? that happened more than once already

Can you hear traffic right now? I don’t hear anything :3

Have you taken a painkiller today? no

Have you had a nap today? neither

Are you currently in a relationship? If so, do you think it will last? don’t feed my paranoia...

Do you have a hyphenate name or know anyone with one? (eg. Carter-Brown) my sister

Do you take your Christmas decorations down before or after New Years? after

Have you made a large purchase today? I didn’t buy anything today, it’s Sunday

Have you ever used a leaf blower? we don’t own one, we’re not rich

You see someone running around naked in the street. Your reaction? if it’s neighbor’s kid that’s no surprise

Has someone close to you died of murder? no one close to me but still a family member of some sort

Would you ever have sex with the last person you texted? done

Do you abbreviate when you text? that’s lazy of me, I know

Is anyone in the room on the phone right now? I’m playing a game

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thewayiremember · 4 years ago

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4.5 - PARENTS

I’m five years of age, playing with my toys in our small and smelly apartment in Poland. I don’t know the man that mom’s brought home today. He whispers something in her ear and she smiles. I wonder what’s so funny. She never smiles! Their faces get too close to each other and my mom decides to stop this foolishness and gets up to show him the rest of the apartment. She shows him the bedroom first.

I’m hungry. Actually, I’ve been hungry for a while now, but I don’t say anything in case mom gets emotional like she did the last time when I was complaining. She doesn’t like it when I ask her for things and then she starts saying bad words. I don’t know what is so fascinating about our bedroom, but they’re spending quite some time in there, so I decide to climb up the stool to have a chance of reaching the tabletop. I do. And what I find is beyond my expectations. I was hoping for some fresh loaf of bread, but I discover something way better. A beautiful cake with chocolate topping still slightly dripping off the edges. That’s what she was doing when she told me not to interrupt her while she was in the kitchen!

I wonder if it’s for me. Maybe she wanted to surprise me and that’s why she didn’t want me to see it. I wish I knew how to read and figure out what those white decorative letters mean. But… we don’t know any people… Surely it can’t be for that guy in the other room… She barely knows him! And if it’s for me then I’m certain that she wouldn’t mind if I ate some of it now. I don’t like when my belly makes those weird noises. It hurts.

Mom’s always in a good mood when her guy friends are coming over. This time is no different.

“Call me,” she whispers to him while they’re saying goodbye to each other at the door.

“Mhm, sure,” he doesn’t sound sure. But she’s pleased either way and after she closes the door and turns around to face me, her smile fades away.

“What’s that on your face?” she asks. Her voice is shaky. She slowly passes me by carefully examining my face from a distance and eventually enters the kitchen. For a while, she doesn’t say anything, but then she grabs the phone and dials a number. “I’m sorry Mrs. Kamińska, but unfortunately your order won’t be ready today… yes, I’m really sorry for the trouble.” She hangs up and goes to the bedroom again. She’s been very tired lately. I think it might have something to do with me…

I’m five years of age, but later. When you’re only five the time goes slower, so it feels like a lot more than just later. My mom is on the phone with her mom.

“Please, can I leave him with you? Just for a couple of months, to get started.” You already had this conversation with grandma, remember mom? They took the cat last week. I don’t think she’s pleased with the answer, because she hangs up and starts crying. She must have really loved that cat. I’m sure they will take care of him just fine.

I’m still five years old, but more six than five. Mom got a new place for us, but everything here is so different. It’s always sunny, and people use words I’ve never heard before. We’re like on a whole another planet. Mom calls it America.

Our new apartment is even smaller than the one we had back in Poland, but at least it doesn’t smell. I have my own bed now, and I’ve never realized before how much it affects the quality of sleep. That’s the nicest change so far.

I’m six and all grown up. Mom has a new guy friend, David, who I guess called back as he promised because he keeps coming back from time to time. He likes telling stories my brain doesn’t comprehend that well, perhaps because of the language barrier, but my mom is fascinated by them. She earns money by making sweets now. I’m surprised I’m not fat yet after all the cakes I’ve been having for breakfast lately. Sometimes she takes me to her bakery so that I am not home alone, but there are always so many people and I can’t focus on doing my homework. I’ve been a freshman for only a month and I already have so much work. School is brutal. I don’t understand most of it, but my teachers are pretty forgiving. For now. Even Mrs. Garcia who doesn’t have the best reputation among kids sees my struggle and patiently waits for me to adapt.

I’m six and a half and I call David “dad”, now, so I guess he’s staying for longer. Sometimes he wants to play soccer with me after school. I’m not good at soccer. I’m not good at anything. He doesn’t like it. He says I should be good at soccer and that he doesn’t understand why the only activity I like is gymnastics. You don’t have a team, you work alone, what’s not to like? No one can blame you for messing up. But every time mom’s with him her mood comes up so I go along and play with him every time he asks because I don’t want to scare him away.

David works as a history teacher at my school, but I think someone forces him to do it since he always comes home annoyed. Much like mom used to when she worked in retail or as a waitress. I don’t blame him, teenagers are even worse than kids my age. I overheard David and mom talking about him quitting his job and getting a new one at the museum. I think that’d be great. The less angry people in this world the better.

On Christmas Eve David tells mom he has a present for her. “It’s a big one,” he says. We get into his car and drive for a while. For the whole ride, mom can’t stop trying to guess what it is, but when we finally arrive at the planned destination it turns out none of it was correct. He bought her a house as a present? What is he, rich?

“Let’s move in together, what do you say?” he asks, and mom indeed has a lot to say as she jumps around from excitement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so happy.

The house is enormous. Big enough to get lost inside. The bathroom has both a bathtub and a shower cabin. Like in the movies. Mom is the most thrilled about the kitchen. And no wonder she is, it’s the size of our current living room. And it has a dishwasher! We’re going to live like rich people.

“Wow, there are even more rooms above us? Do I get my own?” I shriek from anticipation in my poor English as I walk up to the stairs, but I quickly regret my question when I see the look on David’s face.

“As a matter of fact, yes, you do, but you’re going to have to behave from now on,” he uttered. What does he mean? When have I not behaved? I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. I think when he said “Let’s move in together,” he really meant just mom and him and I’m just a necessary price that comes with it. I hope that by behaving he meant getting out of his way. That would be easy.

My room is huge! And not just because it’s still empty. I think even when we get some furniture and the biggest bed in the world there’ll still be plenty of space to do… whatever people do in their own rooms. I’ll figure it out.

We move in a month later leaving the apartment life behind us. I have to get used to the silence but I think that’s for the best. No more covering my ears when “grown-ups are talking”, no more listening to “mind your business, Ian”, and no more going to bed before 8:00.

The neighborhood seems to be nice. Perfect families with smiling parents everywhere you look. Each house competing in size and the amount of Christmas decorations still hanging up at the end of January. Just like you see on TV.

The house across ours stands out in its normality. It almost looks weird compared to the other ones. They also must have moved in not that long ago because they keep bringing more boxes inside. It’s a small family, like ours. Mom, dad, and a boy. He might be my age.

I wonder if he has made any friends, yet. I haven’t. But that’s okay. Maybe when my English gets better I’ll start saying “hi” to people. For now, I’m embarrassed that I’m six years old and don’t know how to speak. But I’m not worried, it’s all going to fit into place eventually, isn’t it?

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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WhatsApp? Part 8. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory thank you for reblogging! I notice every note and reblog you left me, babez! But I have a seriously hard time responding even to my own gf at the time, bcs I'm in the more depressed mood. Sorry.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part seven

If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E

The big evening finally came. Every one of you was in the backstage, listening to some stand-up comedian. He truly was hilarious.

It was simple - there was a hall full of people who had bought the tickets in pre-order. All of that money went to a charity. Then they could give more money if they wanted to the lady by the ticket station. After every show, the hall cleared out and people with tickets on the next show sat at the tables, ordered some drinks and waited for it to start. Some shows had twenty minutes, but there were other people, who had five minutes lasting shows as you were.

There were even people from the Marina present, those who were voted to take the check from Tony Stark himself as well. And they looked like they had a hella good time.

"I will sit next to you, would you mind?" - Deena said, already sitting down. You scooped a bit further to make some place for her ass. Then the both of you turned your heads to look at the guy performing. You both laughed. There was some singers, some bands, some other Charity workers - there was basically everyone. You even got a bit too excited when you saw Pepper freaking Potts sitting at the table in the back of the hall next to Happy Hogan.

Through the whole evening, you texted with Steve. You told him every of your itsy bitsy feelings and he was so kind that he has listened to you all the time. Meanwhile, girls have done your make-up and your hair, so you looked like a real lady coming straight from the forties.

May's hair was the hardest do make - she had a long, strong hair and she has a hell lot of them, which made it almost impossible to do. Yet she was now standing behind you on her high heels, looking definitely breathtaking.

Y/N: Never realizes that there will be so many people out here! I'm getting pretty nervous, handsome.

Steve: Do not freak out. It is going to be completely fine. We are here out with Bucky and Sam, pouring down some drinks. We are looking forward to your performance, girls. We truly do.

Y/N: Yeah, looking forward to seeing me killing somebody else?

Steve: Stop it. You will be great. And you will not convince me otherwise. And I will be there to see all of it.

That made you smile. Steve was the mental and emotional support to you every step you made and every breath you took, just like in that The Police song. When you felt insecure about you looking fat, Steve reminded you of how blown away he was just with the way you looked in that costume. When you thought that your make-up and your hair is too much, Steve texted back that you'll be beautiful to him no matter how much you'll put on.

He truly was trying to make every one of your little insecurities go away and he was doing a great job.

"He's somewhere out here tonight?" - Deena asked all of a sudden. She and Val took some really sultry sapphic photos before that and you were sure that they'll be used when you'll recap your whole year on the office Christmas party. They both looked sexy as hell, Deena even went so far she had shortened her skirt and wear her super push-up bra to make her cleavage more visible.

"Not at the moment, but he'll be. Yeah." - You nodded with a shy smile of a nervous girl. It was so strange, knowing that Steve will be there, checking out each of your moves with his bros.

You never showed him your face, but daily life pics became a next step between for the two of you. When you were at work, you took a simple headless selfie in the bathroom mirror, at lunch you photographed your food and you also sent him a photo of you in your PJ, doing a routine movie watching with some popcorn and Coke.

Steve, on the other hand, was a serious piece of cake. You drooled and you didn't even realize that your mouth was wet all over from your own saliva.

To say that Steve was buffed as fuck was a serious understatement. He was ripped like a Greek god. Maybe even they were nothing on his body. His usual daily selfie was a mirror one with him having a white, usually sweaty t-shirt and grey work out sweats. There was usually a bottle of water included. Sometimes he snapped a quick picture of him getting ready. Once you even felt your heart-stopping because of the sight of his collar bones and shoulders in a work out tank top.

At that moment, you were ready to call yourself some good ol' ambulance, because your eyes were drowning at that sight. He was a guy with a naturally sweet nature, so huge and ripped and yet somehow he hadn't found a girlfriend to be with. You couldn't comprehend.

Before meeting him on WhatsApp, you didn't believe in fucking miracles - but here he was and he seemed to be into you. You were hella out of your mind.

Yep. You had gotten off because of those pictures. Once or twice. But that was not your fault at all. You were a woman, someone who had their specific needs. That's just how it was. And Steve seriously was someone who even Val found seriously attractive.

Girls from the office were obsessed all over you two - sometimes, Deena and Suzie sang that you're in love and you answered that you're not. Which obviously became a really dramatic I won't say I'm in love from Hercules. But yeah. Just to be honest, you were all over the fucking place bevause of him. Which happened never ever before. And you haven't even met that man at the time. It was really fucking weird. It felt like his face isn't important to you - you knew him. That's what mattered.

"Do you think you'll be able to see him? Like a sixth sense? It would be as exciting as the end of the Titanic." - Deena sighed dreamily. You frowned at that.

"If you think that the death of basically 60% of the passengers was exciting... You do you I guess." - You answered with a strange expression on your face.

“Hey. You have that sexy hunk just waiting for every word you want to write to him and not each of us has the opportunity to have that. Some of us just develop a simple crush on Leo DiCaprio. Did you even see that little angelic baby in that movie? Jeez.” - Deena giggled. When she started, she was deadly serious, but in the end, she was laughing.

But she was totally clear about her crush on Leo. She even had a collection of t-shirts with Leos face on it. But she was all truthful - not everyone finds someone like you found Steve. All it took was a couple of coincidences and there you were.

“But it's nice. Men like that remind you that gentlemen are not a dead thing yet, even now.” - She leaned her shoulder into yours, smiling all happily. - “But I am a bit jealous about all of that, not gonna lie.”

Your head slowly bobbed and you leaned your forehead into khaki green cap masterly pinned into her hair with some pinnets. She was looking all good.

And she was right per se. Steve was truly something the others could be only possibly jealous of. And you should be really, really glad for him

And your gratefulness was the thing that made you all nervous about him being present while you do a total asshat in front of anybody else.

The time flew past you without you barely noticing. There were two other performers in the line in front of your office, and at the next moment, May was gripping your elbow and lead you to the moral hooray before you actually went to the stage. She was probably the best motivational speaker you ever heard, those men and women with courses were nothing on May Parker.

“Okay ladies, I am sincerely proud of you for not being afraid and actually doing all of this. I can't even express how happy I am that I found so many amazing women to do something like that with me. You're all looking flawless, pretty and lovely and I know we will nail the choreography because we worked hard almost every evening for the past few months, we will nail it. And now stand up and let's kick the others their asses!” - May yelled cheerfully. Every one of you clapped, those who had the need to express themselves louder, those cheerfully blew a whistle for May.

You feel a little confident - nothing too much harsh, nothing too big, but at least you felt positive about yourself when you took your chair and walked onto the stage.

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“Can you feel the tension in the air? Something's coming.” - Sam nudged Bucky's side with his elbow. Bucky just gave him an ice-cold look and took his another beer from Sam's palm.

Steve made Sam take the tickets from the lady sitting behind the counter with all highschool girl nervousness - he was able to almost kill Sam when he joked about leaving the tickets on the counter. He was super nervous, super curious, almost not able to keep the feelings contained inside.

Their small group walked into one of the back tables with a clear view - you tried to take the best places which will be basically on the distance of a stretched arm. It was also close to the bar, which was some great news for Sam.

“Just jokin', Mr. Grumpy. I'm kinda curious about that girl. You plan on showing us or you will keep a secret?” - Sam sat on the other side of Bucky, taking a strong swing of his beer.

“Probably a secret. It would not be fair for you to know her face before she knows mine.” - Steve giggled and crawled deeper into his hood. He was worse than Natasha when she was on her missions, just tried to keep his identity in secret, but that was extremely hard because of how enormous he was.

“Like if birdbrain knew what intimacy or privacy is.” - Bucky said with an ironic tone of voice which made Sam frown as hell again.

“Well excuse me, but I know today's world more than you two will ever have the chance to. Don't try to make me angry, 'cause you can lose your biggest guide just like dat.” - Sam said with all serious face, but every one of them knew that he's shitting them.

Y/N: Okay, it's here. Wish me luck, cross your fingers, do whatever the hell you want, but enjoy it.

A text came just short second before all the lights turned down and Steve curiously wiggled on his chair with an expression of a small child. And at that moment, a serious load of ladies in forties female formal clothes came out of the curtains with chairs in their hands. And even tho he couldn't see the shirt you had under your uniform, at that moment, he exactly knew which one of them is you.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #mcu #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #steve rogers imagine

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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When was the last time you baked something for someone? It was like 2011 or something. My parents had bought a new oven and my sister and I wanted to ~baptize it by baking cookies. Our cookies honestly didn’t taste like anything but our relatives were really nice to praise us about them anyway.

Do you ever spend the night at random people’s houses? I would never do that, that sounds so dangerous lol. I only ever spend the night at my best friends’.

What did you eat for dinner tonight? Was it any good at all? It was pork in some sort of coconut sauce. It was insanely good but when I asked my dad what it was, he just smiled at me which leads me to think he just experimented and invented the dish lol.

What is the most annoying thing that your parents do? I don’t like it when my mom barges into rooms without knocking and when she’s being fat-phobic and racist. My dad occasionally has brief spurts of being agitated with everyone and he’ll proceed to have comments about every single thing going on around him, and that can get pretty damn annoying.

Would you be mad if your mom showed your boyfriend your baby pictures? If my mom showed my *girlfriend my baby pictures, I wouldn’t be annoyed. I don’t see why I would be, they’re just photos.

Would you say you’re someone who has good manners? Yes. I honestly pride myself on that fact because I’ve seen so many people my age who lack basic manners. I may not be close with my mom but she raised me very well when it comes to this.

When was the last time you went to an amusement park? Which one? I went to a school fair last January if that counts. If we’re talking about legit amusement parks, it was in 2013 when we went to Universal Studios in Singapore and Legoland in Malaysia.

Would you rather be kissed on the neck or on the lips? I’d normally prefer neck, but I haven’t been kissed on the lips for so long that I’d pick that for now.

Do you completely trust the person you’re dating? Very much.

Has someone ever called you heartless before? Why is that? My mom. Idk, she was being her.

What color was the shirt you wore yesterday? Gray, but it had a rainbow heart on the top left side.

Have you ever completely given up on someone any time in life? Kind of, yeah. Very early on I had given up on the possibility of my mom changing her ways and tendencies. Ever since coming to terms with that fact, it’s been easier to tolerate the verbal abuse. I’ve also given up on the possibility of one of my uncles turning his life around for the better, permanently.

What is one thing you’re not looking forward to in the next week? More days of being stuck at home.

Would you consider Christmas your favorite holiday? It is not and it hasn’t been for a very long time.

Would you rather give someone presents or receive them? Receive. I’m perpetually anxious about whether someone likes my gifts or not so giving is always stressful for me; whereas when I receive presents I always, always love them whatever they may be.

How many chances do you normally give someone before giving up on them? One, usually. I’m not very patient with people who mess up lol.

Did you parents know what gender you were before you were born? Yes, but they didn’t decide on a name until the very moment that they had to write down a name while filing for my birth certificate. Ever since they revealed that to me, I’ve always been conditioned to think that my name was a super clutch decision lmao. It’s fine though because I’m happy with my name.

Are any of your really close friends pregnant right now? No, I’m very sure none of them are. Then again, the people I went to high school with who have kids now kept their pregnancies a secret, so I honestly never know who’s currently pregnant.

Are you for or against inter-racial relationships? Anyone who is against it is a traditional asshole.

Would you say you’re more of a pessimist or optimist? Depends on the situation. I can always be either.

Do you know what your true typing speed is? What is it? I mean I’ve taken some tests before and if I bring my A-game I can do 85-95 words per minute. I never have to type that fast in real life though so my average typing speed is probably slightly slower than that.

What would you say is the longest survey you’ve ever taken? I did so many attempts to do the 5000-question survey but I never finished it lol. My longest survey was probably 500 questions back when I had just discovered surveys and wanted to take the longest ones available.

Do you get bored by things really easily, or not so much? I’d say I get bored fast. I think it’s because I’ve never really had good things stick with me for a long time and they’re always taken away from me so soon, so now, whenever I enjoy stuff I think my brain just kinda self-sabotages the whole situation and makes me bored with them so that I can move past them with no problem.

Do you hate it when people pronounce ‘potatoes’ as ‘taters?’ No. I didn’t even know they mean the same thing until right now lol, I just thought taters was some sort of American term.

Have you ever been addicted to something unhealthy? I’ve never been legitimately addicted to anything, no.

Do you wear a lot of make-up on a daily basis? I wear no makeup on a daily basis. < Same.

Who makes the best desserts in your entire family? My uncle Afay. He posts his masterpieces on his Facebook and they allllllways look so good whether it’s cheesecake, dream cakes, cream puffs, crinkles, etc. Sometimes when I heart-react his food posts, he’ll even tell me to drop by his place after school so he can give me some :)

When was the last time your received a hug? Who was this hug from? March 7th. Gabie. This lack of hugs is so not good for me lmao.

Do you have good dreams or nightmares more? I have weird dreams most often. They’re neither good nor bad, it’s just random people showing up doing things I’ll never expect them to do in real life haha.

Would you rather color pictures with markers or crayons? Crayons. Markers use up a lot of ink and I’d feel weird using all that up just to color a picture; I’d rather use markers to simply write stuff.

Do people come to you for advice a lot of the time? Not all the time but I do get a fair amount of that kind of message.

When the holidays come around, do you watch holiday movies? Not always. I watch them year-round. Would you say you’re a friendly person or not so much? I’m friendly with everybody but I hold back to a certain extent. At the end of the day I still choose which people I wanna be my true self, or show my true personality, with.

Have you ever / do you ever recycle? Sometimes, though out of the 3R’s I do reduce the most.

When was the last time you ate something from Burger King? Sometime shortly before the quarantine. I think it was in February.

When someone mentions a song, does it make you wanna listen to it? Only if it’s a song I already know and like.

Do you usually talk more than you should about things? Yep, have a pretty big mouth. I’ve been scolded for it more than once.

Who is the nosiest person you know? Do you like them anyways? Mils can be such a social climber and always wants to be in the know about everything so that she can understand references and look cool. Idk, it’s hard to like her because she tries so hard. I’m always nice to her though because she hasn’t done anything bad to me.

When did you last talk to one of your teachers? Like...from high school? Man, I have no clue. The day of my graduation, probably. I noped the fuck out of that place and out of that culture the second I got my diploma.

How many class periods does your school have? What are the classes? We have hundreds of classes in my university so it’ll be impossible and incredibly time- and space-consuming to list them all down. During the time I was in high school we had English, Filipino, Math (a different specialization for every year), Social Studies/History (same as math), Science (same thing), Christian Living Education (because Catholic school lol), Philosophy in senior year, Health, Home Economics/Accounting, Homeroom, and some local class where we were basically taught how to be charitable to the less fortunate (because again, Catholic school). I don’t know if I was able to recall all the classes but that’s a good chunk of them. We typically had 7-8 classes in a day that would last 45 minutes each.

Would you say you’re a faster or slow learner? Depends on what I’m learning. For instance, I’m quick at learning stuff that can be memorized or read from a book like history, law, biology, etc. but you’ll have to be incredibly patient with me when it comes to teaching me something like sewing or origami.

Are you one of those people who like The Nightmare Before Christmas? I’ve never seen it.

Do you fully understand the concept of ‘love?’ Probably not yet. I have an idea of it now, but that can always change. After all, I’m still incredibly young and have lots of unknown lessons yet to pick up.

#survey #surveys

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thesffcorner · 5 years ago

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Jumanji: The Next Level

Jumanji: The Next Level is the sequel to Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, both directed by Jake Kasdan. It’s been about a year since Spencer, Bethany, Martha and Fridge beat Jumanji and returned to the real world. Reuniting over Christmas break, the gang realizes that Spencer has not only rescued the game but gone back in, and Martha insists they go and rescue him. There’s a problem: not only can they not pick their characters, Bethany is left behind while Spencer’s grandfather Eddie and his ex-best friend Milo get sucked instead, and now Martha and Fridge have to not only save Spencer but make sure the pensioners don’t get themselves killed.

I never reviewed Jumanji, but I was pleasantly surprised at how much I liked it; I should probably note though, that I never liked the original Robin Williams film. When I saw it as a child it gave me nightmares, and as an adult I don’t like its uneven tone that neither a horror-drama nor a comedy. The remake did away with the horror, and it’s a much more straight forward comedy, even if it still kept some of the darker subtext with Alex’s character.

I am pleased to say that if you liked this first film, you will like this too. The sequel is as, if not more entertaining than the first film. The humor is funny and creative, the characters are excellent and the way the film plays around with the rules of the game and incorporates the new characters was brilliant.

Let’s start with that, the comedy. This film is very funny; it’s high energy, all the actors are talented and have good chemistry and the film takes advantage of the premise which is that the players can’t pick their characters because the game is broken. So while Martha is still Ruby, everyone else gets assigned a random character. I won’t spoil who is who, as that was part of the fun of the film, but we got some wild combinations like Akwafina doing an honestly supreme Danny De Vito performance, and several characters becoming a horse.

The film also plays up the comedy in the action set pieces. While they still are high octane and there were points where you do become worried for the characters, the comedy doesn’t just stop when the action starts. I could tell the people who made this film play video games and understand the inherent hilarity when a game glitches or you break it’s programming, like the NPC’s running out of dialogue options, terrible over acting, weird, jerky motions, and imo the funniest scene where Bravestone beats up an entire town of NPC’s because he doesn’t understand the concept of limited dialogue options and idle animations.

The story is perfectly fine; I had no issues with the explorations of anxiety, self-esteem, estrangement and growing old that the film explores. There were times where things got really cheesy; while I loved the dynamic between Eddie and Milo and the reasons why they stopped being friends, I found their last few conversations very melodramatic. I also found that Spencer’s anxiety was overdone; his paranoia that his friends are all doing better than him and he is being left behind didn’t really concur with what we were being shown which was constant messages in the group chat from everyone being eager to see him and catch up. Bethany even points out that she kept messaging him and he never responded and Martha had invited him over to her campus twice. It was a plot thread that needed more time and development, and was kind of dropped, especially since this movie isn’t really about Spencer; it’s about Milo and Eddie.

I did like the college age actors a lot more this time; they get a little bit more time to be present in the film, with the stand outs really being Ser’Darius Blain as Fridge and Alex Wolf as Spencer. The adult cast was as superb as the first film. I especially want to commend Dwayne Johnson and Kevin Hart because I really bought that they were two separate people in this film from the characters they were last time; especially Hart, he nailed Milo’s character and cadence. The only mild criticism I have is Bethany aka Jack Black. Bethany is great as a character, but Jack Black way overdoes her valley girl speak; it’s not that people aren’t or don’t talk like that, it’s that real life Bethany played by Madison Iseman doesn’t speak like that. It’s still a funny character though.

Overall this is just a plain fun film. It’s popcorn entertainment, through and through, and it’s messages about friendship and being grateful for the life you have are just icing on the cake that is fast-paced, thoroughly hilarious action. I highly recommend.

#jumanji #jumanji: the next level #jumanji review #film review #moni talks

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finderskeepersff · 6 years ago

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Staring at my computer screen, working Christmas Eve is fun. I tell a lie, it’s the worst feeling ever and I just cannot be bothered but there is cake, I can deal with that. Luckily my manager said I can deal with emails, meanwhile Ivy has to take calls. It sucks working on this day but it is what it is, I managed to get my brother new sneakers and a new games thing he wanted. I am so proud of myself, I got gifts for everyone and it’s been hard work. I’ve been working so hard my savings look so pretty and now I can go on a girls holiday, I’m excited “you want a doughnut?” Lee asked as he held it up with his hand “after you touching it, I think not” he snorted laughing “well stupid, I would have given you the box. But honest opinion, did you like my secret Santa gift?” I shrugged “you bought me balls, I mean it’s good to squeeze. How do you not know I don’t squeeze real balls, what makes you think I need this?” Lee chuckled “a woman so stressed seems like she don’t” I gasped “shut up, I have you know I have had some, thanks” I mean that was with Jordan’ brother but nobody needs to know “pass me a doughnut, I’m feeling hungry” Ivy poked my arm “I am on the phone and I can hear you two talking about balls, shut up! Oh pass me one” Ivy gets so distracted at the smallest of things “I was thinking, we should totally do New Years together, like that would be dope. Your crazy boyfriend is a no though” taking a glazed doughnut “I agree too” nobody wants that around, just reminds me. I have been so busy just stringing him along, I can’t be bothered and Mia is right. He knows where I am constantly, I need to break it to him but in public. I think his infatuation with me is creepy “I’ll be working so yeah” I shrugged, I’m getting double pay to work at the club so why not “do you ever not work? Well ok, it was a nice idea until busy body over here announces work every second” I couldn’t help but laugh at Lee, he ain’t wrong my work does get in the way.

I swallowed hard, I haven’t seen Jordan in weeks but here he is. Last time I saw him he was very uptight and was telling me I am his “let me come with you” Ivy said at the side of me “it’s fine, I’m going to tell him. But on New Years. To ruin his time” Ivy hugged me “have a good Christmas and please be careful, niggas are crazy out here for you. You too good for them” hugging Ivy smiling “shut up, you’re so dramatic, I’m not anything special. Have a good Christmas too” stepping back from the hug “now be careful with him” pulling my dress down a little “I will” walking off towards Jordan “finally let me see you” Jordan said, he got his arms open but I walked by him “you got a car?” I asked “no” he said behind me “looks like you’re walking then” I don’t want him in my car “wow, you being like this. I bought you gifts, I do so much for you?” I need to contain myself because he is crazy “I’m a little stressed that is all” walking towards the car park “let me de-stress you” feeling Jordan press up against me from behind “don’t” I said, I clearly said no of course but he continued to attack my neck in the same place his own brother did, pressing kisses to it “I said don’t, I’m going to fall forward with you pressing up on me like that” Jordan sighed deeply “who you looking this sexy for?” He asked “for work, why else?” Jordan finally moved from me and I felt relieved, I just feel a little nervous with him at times.

Jordan got into my car “here is your gifts?” He pulled over a bag full of things “put it on the backseat, you want me to drop you off home?” I rather he just goes home “yeah or we can spend time together, you know” putting the car engine on “I ain’t ever waited for a girl to have sex with, never Sofia. You just taking the piss with shit” rolling my eyes “then leave me” I openly said “nah, I’m happy with you but I have a proposition for you. How about we go to LA together, you can work in the clubs there. Beautiful face like yours, you can be bigger than this. I can trust you, even if those guys want you I know you wouldn’t, also” Jordan touched my shoulder “we can make money together on things, your body is good so I know we can. We can do this together” my mouth fell open “what am I to you? A fucking object!? So you are pimpin me out like Mia says?” Jordan legit looked offended “not exactly, just want better for you like you want right?” Putting my car engine on “I do but I don’t want to be some whore Jordan, you don’t exactly like me for me. Just that I’m beautiful, constantly. Do you see us working out? Like seriously?” I hope I can leave him today, I would be happy to just be away “I do, just that I need help. I need someone with me, to support me because nobody cares for me anymore Sofia, don’t you give up on me” I groaned out “this is what I hate Jordan! Why are you constantly crying but always the hard man with your bother?” I said without even thinking “which brother?” Jordan asked “just Josiah” changing it “forget it, I’ll drop you off at home” I need him gone.

Pulling up outside his home, we remained silent for the car journey here. There is nothing to say “do you think we will last?” Jordan asked, turning to him “honestly, no” I openly said “well you’re mine now Sofia, remember this. That job you got is on me, I will get you fired from both of your jobs. If you cheat I’ll make your life hell, you don’t know me, you’re right but you will get to know me more. I seen you just keeping your distance, trying to assume I will go away. I won’t, ask my ex girls. They ain’t get far” my face softened in a state of shock “are you threatening me!?” Jordan chuckled “I’m telling you, just think about that next time you tell me we ain’t working out. On New Years you better be pretty for me, I got you time off from work. And your lipstick, that doesn’t suit your lips” he reaches his hand over to my face “take it off and don’t wear that next time” he smeared the lipstick on my lips but I smacked his hand away “fuck you! Get out of my car and take yo shit. I don’t want you” I broke down crying “Sofia, listen to me. You can’t leave me because I will just make your life hell, grace’ life hell and Leyton” slapping his face “don’t mention my family you bastard” Jordan opened the car door “then don’t fuck with me” tears fell from my eyes staring at this evil guy.

It’s that season, Timberland season “mom! I’m going to pick up Jasmine from the airport!” I shouted loudly, hopefully she hears me “I’ll tell her” Josiah said, nodding my head “cool” walking the hall to leave, the front door opened and there walked in my favourite brother “chosen one” I said laughing, he looked up at me. His cheek ever so red “you blushing? Or did someone pimp slap you?” Jordan pushed by me “apologise!” gripping his jacket and dragging him back to me “say sorry, you don’t hit into me” he mean mugged me “sorry!” He spat “I wish you both made up, this makes me so sad. Honestly, I want us all having a good time” only Josiah can wish that happens, I sniggered letting his jacket go “he needs to actually act right for that, I already let him off not being dead” dragging the door open shaking my head, he lucky I ain’t saying that I had sex with his girl. I been dreaming of that P, it was good, wet too. I was going to visit her again but like maybe I am pushing it, her pussy is good and I haven’t even mentioned it to anyone, I will take this to the grave with me because she good people. I feel she is anyways, closing the front door behind me. Looking up seeing the snow falling, shit we may have a white Christmas. Stepping down the front porch seeing a silver Audi parked in front of the home, I ain’t ever seen that car before.

Unlocking my car door as I shuffled my way towards it, looking at the car again. You never know in these streets, it could be anyone that may want to get to me so I need to be vigilant. Squinting my eyes at the car, the snow is falling and I can barely see. Walking further down the driveway, it’s a female. I can tell it is, she is applying lipstick. Oh wait, it actually could be who I think it is. Shuffling my way down the driveway, it’s Sofia. I couldn’t help but smile, to see her here and not in the club. Tapping her window, she is fussing with her eyes. She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, she seems pretty sad actually. She rolled her window down “you good?” I asked, she might have broken down “just fine, I’m going now” nodding my head “you dropped off Jordan?” I asked, she seems very sad just staring into her eyes but she looked away “uh yeah” clearing my throat, I don’t get why she is with him “are you staying with him?” I had to ask “I don’t know” she is so stupid to be with him still “look, my brother is a snitch. I only got locked away because of him, so be careful with him” Sofia looked up at me from her window “why are you so different from Jordan?” I shrugged laughing “I’m me but I’ll let you go I guess, I got to pick up Jasmine from the airport. But you are ok right?” She nodded her head “he snitched on you?” She pointed at me “Cassius!” Hearing Jordan shout, turning around “what!?” I shouted looking behind me, he stared at me like a little bitch he is “anyways, I’ll talk next time maybe. Take care yeah? I ain’t going to front but you got me, in a good way” She looked behind me, in fear actually “ok I’m going, and yourself. Maybe we can talk, sometime and does my lipstick look bad?” She asked randomly “erm” now I have to look at her lips “nah, that shit cool” Sofia smiled as she rolled her window up and that was it, it’s weird and random with us both “shit look good on you” I said to myself.

Turning around and seeing Jordan just staring at me “what she want?” He asked “just that you’re a little bitch” walking off to my car, he is a little bitch that kid “you can go inside now dumbass” dragging my car door open, as I got inside my car. It’s so cold out in these streets, putting my car engine on. Let me get my sister before we get snowed in, rubbing my hands together looking over at Sofia’ car still parked there. She is so beautiful, amazingly beautiful anyways. I just can’t put my finger on it about this, you know this shit is just weird. Putting my car in drive as I slowly drove down my drive, Sofia also started to drive off but we both stopped our cars, I laughed at us both just stopping. I flashed my lights at her, let me let her go ahead. Waving my hand forward, her car finally drove off and so did I. I will follow her for a while, I mean I can imagine we are going separate ways.

I wonder where she is going, we seem like we are going to the same place or she will be cutting off somewhere. Driving around Sofia so we drove side by side, biting my bottom lip looking over at her. There is traffic ahead, we can stop and talk I am sure. Slowing the car down as so did she, she knows for a fact I am here so she ain’t looking. Putting my window down, Sofia ain’t even looking. We stuck in traffic so she better put the window, looking around my car and seeing some cents in the car, grabbing a coin and then threw it across. It hit her window, Sofia’ mouth fell open. She doesn’t look happy at all, the window rolled down “if that marks my car window I will be very angry” I had to laugh, hanging out of the car window “look at me, getting myself all cold for you. You look happier now” I can see it “you think? Maybe because I am happy being alone, you had your sex. Now what?” looking around me “well we could do it again now, I just see you was sad that was all” the traffic moved ever so slowly “since when did you care about me being sad? But I am totally fine” nodding my head “so you said you would like to talk?” Sofia rolled her eyes laughing “here? On the highway, please. But the quicker I get away from your family, the better. I realise that Jordan is not easy as it seems but whatever, this is my turning coming” she pointed “see you in the club then” moving back inside my car as I said, something happened and I feel it from her.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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toumakibangs · 6 years ago

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°*TouMaki - Advent Calendar 2018*° DAY 06 - “LIGHTS” by @grimelius

Mod’s Note: …remember what I said about ActualChristmasTree!Makishima being universally accepted as canon? Good. Please enjoy this winter trip to Toudou-an - the season really becomes the place and its inhabitants! Thanks, @grimelius, for sharing!**

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope your year ends well!

Makishima stepped off the train platform at the Hakone station and took a deep breath as he tried to force himself to relax. There was nothing strange about spending time with a friend over the winter break and since he was going to spend New Years with his family, that meant that the most convenient time to go visit just so happened to be Christmas. One of the more romantic holidays, spent with Toudou Jinpachi and the rest of his family.

Makishima figured it would either be a complete wreck or extremely entertaining and he was hoping for the latter. The real issue that worried Makishima was between him and Toudou. After all they were… what exactly? Makishima sighed and hitched his bag up and headed towards the exit, following the stream of busy people.

Neither he nor Toudou had actually talked about what was happening between them. They were now far beyond friends but neither had said that word and it was looming over both of them, creeping into the silent spaces whenever Toudou or Makishima couldn’t find something to say.

It had almost been enough to make Makishima decline the invitation when Toudou had called him up a few weeks earlier and told him that winter break was a perfect time to come down and spend time relaxing at an onsen and no one in their right mind would pass up a free stay at a spectacular historical inn and wasn’t Maki-chan lucky that he could go for free and so on and so on.

But he did want to go, nerves aside and well, if he was being practical, the two of them really should talk. And he wanted to do it in person, not over the phone and-

“Maki-chan!”

Makishima almost jumped out of his shoes. He looked around surprised since he’d expected to be tackled but where was Toudou? The exit was full of people rushing in every direction and Makishima didn’t see Toudou anywhere.

“Over here! Quick!”

Makishima swiveled to follow the voice and finally saw it, a small white pickup truck and looking out from the drivers’ side; two nearly identical people were waving at him enthusiastically. Jinpachi and his older sister Nana. It was unnerving how similar they looked even though they were siblings, though Nana didn’t share her brother’s obsession for headbands.

“Toss your stuff in the back and hop in” Nana called out and Makishima obeyed before cramming himself in next to them and they took off down the road.

“How was the train down?” Toudou asked.

“Quiet. Nothing really happened,” Makishima replied. “Which is how I like it.”

“Well prepare yourself for chaos because we’ve got a Christmas on a weekend this year so the inn is extra busy. Not that you need to worry about that, but I have to work a little,” Toudou admitted.

“Heh, I don’t mind helping out if you need me too. As long as it’s not guest relations,” Makishima offered.

Both Jinpachi and Nana laughed at the suggestion. “Don’t worry, Makishima-san. We’ll save that for the fifth time you come to visit,” Nana teased him and Makishima grinned a little. Next to him, Toudou slipped his hand into his and squeezed.

Between the two over-talkative siblings, it was almost impossible for Makishima to get much of a word in but he didn’t really mind. Hakone was as beautiful as ever and Jinpachi and Nana took the opportunity to point out every interesting or historical thing they drove through town. It didn’t take long for them to reach the inn and as soon as they got up to Toudou’s room, he pulled Makishima’s bag away and slipped into his arms, and kissed him. Makishima wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer until they broke apart and Toudou nestled in closer, resting his head against his shoulder.

“Finally some privacy. I missed you! I don’t get to see you enough now that the season is over,” Toudou complained.

“Mmmm. The season hasn’t been over that long,” Makishima replied but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss seeing Toudou constantly at races. Finding the time and energy to get to Hakone or Chiba was always easier said than done.

“Long enough, plus you were supposed to come down sooner than this,” Toudou replied as he stepped back. “Let’s get you settled in for now” and he grabbed Makishima’s bag and set it out of the way by his bed. “I’ll grab a futon and bedding for you later.

“Thanks.” Makishima looked around at Toudou’s room. It looked like Toudou had put a little tree on his desk but otherwise it was as Makishima remembered, a small bed against the wall, a mirror next to his closet, dresser drawers, a desk and a ridiculous amount of biking and mountain posters. It was small and cozy, so different from Makishima’s own large and fancy house.

“Maki-chan, are you listening?”

“Hmm?” Makishima turned his attention back to Toudou who looked a little annoyed.

“I was saying texts and phone calls aren’t the same and that we need to work harder if we want to see each other during the off season,” Toudou pointed out.

“Oh, yeah. Okay,” Makishima agreed.

“Well, make yourself at home,” Toudou offered. “Are you hungry? Do you want a drink or anything?”

Makishima shook his head and sat down on the bed and Toudou regarded him carefully before sitting next to him on the bed.

“Are you okay with spending Christmas with us?”

Makishima thought about it. “It’s fine. We usually just have cake and junk food and stuff. My sister likes to decorate a little but that’s about it. Sometimes our parents get us presents. It’s not a big thing for us,” Makishima explained. “I just don’t want to get in the way.”

“Don’t worry,” Toudou reassured him, “You’re a guest. And my parents only put their own children to work so you’re safe.”

“You don’t want me scaring away your guests?” Makishima teased him.

“There is proper way to treat guests at Toudou-Ann and if you want to work with them, you’ll have to go through training, Toudou said primly. “We have a high reputation to maintain. Now it’s my turn. Did you get me a Christmas present?”

Makishima was surprised by the sudden topic change but he nodded yes.

Toudou looked absolutely delighted and Makishima said quickly, “It’s nothing too fancy or anything. Just so you know.”

“I’ll love anything you give me Maki-chan,” Toudou promised him. “I got you one too.”

“I hope you like neon,” and he smiled a little when Toudou rolled his eyes and elbowed him in the ribs.

“You ju-st got here, don’t make me kick you out so soon.”

Makishima laughed and let his head fall onto Toudou’s shoulder and he felt his chest swell when Toudou leaned his head against his and wrapped an arm around his waist.

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Makishima spent the remainder of the day visiting with Toudou’s family, getting introduced to some of the staff, helping out around the inn and hoping they would get to into the baths that evening. Toudou insisted that Makishima could sit and relax while he finished up his chores but Makishima liked having something to do and after all he was there to spend time with Toudou even if that meant folding his own weight in pillowcases.

“Usually we’re not this busy at Christmas time but as soon as it’s a weekend, everyone decides to turn it into a trip,” Toudou complained, glaring at the vast piles of folded sheets and bedding all over the huge laundry room. Makishima kept folding what felt like endless piles of pillowcases, the static in the air making his hair frizz up.

“It should be quiet for New Year’s right? You guys aren’t as busy then?” Makishima asked, pushing his hair behind his ears for what felt like the thousandth time.

“Well we technically shut down for the 1st through the 3rd so we’re not busy, we’re just closed. Some places stay open but for us, it’s one of the only times we close during the year. Maybe we’ll get snow this New Year? he wondered.

“Do you get snow for Christmas?” Makishima asked.

“I think it’s happened once or twice in my life before but not usually,” Toudou replied thoughtfully. “We usually get snow further into winter.”

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Hmmm, well you can sleep in if you want; I have to help with breakfast prep. Then we can go into town and or do whatever we want, Toudou suggested. “We can hang out here if you want. Maybe go hiking? I’m sure we’ll need to go to the store for some reason. We’re doing presents for sure though!”

The next day, Christmas day turned out almost exactly as Toudou had predicted. Makishima woke up to busy inn, staff members busy at work and members of the Toudou family scattered all over the premises. Makishima took the time to eat, read and then soak in the baths, enjoying himself but also trying not to add more work to the already busy family.

Finally in the late afternoon, Toudou and Makishima managed to sneak off to Toudou’s room to exchange gifts.

“Me first! I want to open mine first, the suspense is killing me. After what you said, I need to know the color!” Toudou demanded impatiently.

Makishima laughed but went and pulled a vividly wrapped present from his bag and tossed it to Toudou. “Merry Christmas Jinpachi. I uh, I hope it fits?” he said hopefully. “We’re the same height so…”

Toudou didn’t bother with finesse; he tore into the present scattering paper everywhere and yanked the box open as quickly as he could.

“Oh my god, look at this!” Toudou gushed and held up the shirt so he could see it better.

Makishima had bought Toudou a long sleeved shirt with different traditional Japanese patterns crisscrossing each other. The fabric was light grey and the patterns were printed in dark red, orange and black.

“I love it! I would never have bought this myself but I love it! It’s a weird mix of traditional and crazy.”

“That’s what I was going for, said Makishima, happy that Toudou liked his gift. “It’s traditional but also not.”

Toudou’s gift on the other hand was very practical; a book about long distance cyclying, with a special section focusing on the Tour de France. Makishima had never read this one so he was very happy with his gift.

“I got you one more thing to celebrate Christmas with but you have to wear it today okay? Otherwise it doesn’t make sense,” Toudou added, dragging Makishima’s attention away from his new book.

“Okay?” Makishima said hesitantly. He acknowledged that Toudou’s typical fashion sense was all right, but not his holiday one which could be a little more ahem exuberant than usual. And Makishima knew exuberant for crying out loud.

“Close your eyes,” Toudou ordered and Makishima sighed but obeyed.

“Aaaand open! Tadah!” Toudou crowed. “Christmas lights for your hair!”

Makishima grimaced as he looked at the headband in Toudou’s hands. It was white with a little present on it but dangling from the side was what looked like 30 white lights on a copper wire. Apparently the present was a battery pack that let you turn on the lights. At least they weren’t shaped like Christmas tree lights. Makishima shuddered, that would be even worse.

“You do know that you’re like the 10th person who’s told me to decorate my hair like a Christmas tree right? And that I’ve said no to every person who suggested it?” said Makishima, a little annoyed.

“Let me French braid your hair! Please?” Toudou pleaded. “It’ll be awesome. And not like a tree at all.”

“Why do you know how to braid anyways?” Makishima asked.

“My sister.”

And that was the only explanation that Makishima needed, but he kept protesting.

“I’m going to look ridiculous. My hair is barely long enough to braid anyways.”

“Excuse you! This summer your hair was just a little further than your shoulders and now it’s way past that. It’s going to be by your waist by the summer interhigh if you don’t cut it soon. You’re the hairiest guy I know!”

Makishima glared at Toudou who shrugged and added sheepishly, “You know what I mean. It’ll be beautiful.”

“Nothing can make me beautiful, let alone a weird braid,” Makishima thought dryly but it was Christmas and only Toudou would see him and he’d already taken it out of the packaging so…

“Fine,” he agreed. “You can braid my hair but don’t even think of hanging ornaments off me. Or anything like that.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that; that’s a wonderful idea Maki-chan,” Toudou said cheerfully.

Makishima groaned but sat down on the floor in front of the bed so Toudou could scoot behind him and still reach his hair. It didn’t take long for him to relax under the feeling of Toudou’s hands as he brushed his hair out and then began to braid, carefully weaving the lights into the long strands until Makishima’s hair was tied into an elegant braid, with the copper wire making his hair look even more iridescent than usual. Toudou tied the braid off with a hair tie and sat back so he could admire his work. Makishima reached up and tried to feel his hair but Toudou swatted his hands away.

“Hold still! Let me turn on the lights then you can look, okay?”

“Hurry up then,” Makishima complained and he twisted and turned around trying to see his back.

Toudou clicked the switch on the headband and Makishima tried to crane his neck to see but it didn’t matter. He couldn’t see but he heard Toudou gasp and he reached out to grab his shoulders to pull him around.

“You look amazing. It’s gorgeous! Here, go look in the mirror.”

Makishima went over to the full-length mirror that hung next to the door and tried to get a better look as Toudou hounded his steps.

Well it was certainly… something. His braided hair did look attractive and the lights scattered throughout it made him think of a Christmas tree but it also made him look almost ethereal, like a forest creature. Well, as ethereal as one could look wearing grey plaid lounge pants and a white t-shirt that said ‘Climb High!’ in neon blue letters. It wasn’t the worse thing that he’d done with his hair, Makishima decided.

“Pictures! Come back over here so I can get some shots.” Toudou waved him back over to the bed with his phone in his hand. Makishima knew better than to protest and he went where Toudou directed him and obeyed as Toudou pushed him into different poses and took pictures from every angle possible.

“I’m tempted to put you in some of my clothes but I don’t think that would really capture you. Besides, you look beautiful like this.”

“What?” Makishima said incredulously. “I’m in lounge pants and an oversized t-shirt. There’s nothing beautiful about me.”

“I disagree,” Toudou said. “I think you look beautiful. And I know plenty about beauty since I’m at the top of the scale. Why? You don’t believe me?”

Makishima shrugged him off. “I believe what you say, not what you see. That’s all.”

Toudou sighed and set his phone down. “Fine, let me show you then.”

“What are you talking about?” Makishima mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“Let me show you,” he repeated and he went over to the door to turn off the lights, plunging the room into darkness except for Makshima’s hair. The tiny lights illuminated everything and yet nothing. Toudou came back to sit next to him and he reached out to cup Makishima’s face with his hand. Makishima had barely a moment see his face and all the tiny lights reflecting in his eyes when Toudou kissed him, gently at first but putting some pressure behind it until Makishima began to kiss him back. Then Toudou reached out and wrapped his arm around Makishima’s waist but unlike every other time, he slipped it under his t-shirt and across the small of Makishima’s back, running his hand down his side.

Makishima felt his brain short circuit as he suddenly realized what Toudou meant by ‘show you’ and his stomach clenched from nerves. He froze up, not sure if he wanted Toudou to keep going or if he wanted to push him away. Fortunately, Toudou noticed his reaction immediately and pulled back.

“Don’t worry. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I promise. You set the pace,” Toudou reassured him gently.

“I want- I’m not sure what- do whatever you like I guess…” Makishima mumbled, his tongue thick in his mouth, making it even harder to speak than usual. Ever since they’d started getting closer, he’d thought about them doing things, very specific things but it had always been hypothetical, not really something that he ever expected to happen and now he was sittin in the dark, on Jinpachi’s bed with his hands under his clothes and his hair providing otherworldly light it as moved and unraveled around them both.

This was not how he expected to be spending his Christmas but he was not complaining either.

“Do you know what you’re doing at all?” Makishima asked, half shy, half embarrassed by his own lack of experience.

“Not really,” Toudou admitted cheerfully. “I just like touching you. It’s nice.”

Makishima blushed so hard it felt like his entire chest on up was on fire. He didn’t know how to react. A small part of him wanted to curl up and pull away but a far larger part of him desperately wanted Jinpachi to touch him more, to cover his entire body with his hands and mouth and the heat of his body.

It was terrifying. And wonderful.

So Makishima decided to be bold. He scooted backwards until he had a enough space so that he could lie down on his side and Toudou moved with him, lying next to him so they were pressed together or as closely as they could be as they awkwardly jostled each other trying to figure out how they could fit their bodies together but not accidentally elbow one of them in the face or gut. They almost cracked heads at one point and Toudou had to get off Makishima’s hair so it wasn’t crushed underneath them.

But then they were together, face to face, chest to chest, their legs intertwining and hands carefully reaching out to touch, trace and creep under clothing. Toudou kept kissing Makishima on his lips, his face, his neck, his hair and it made it hard for him to him to focus on anything. He was certain that he had a hand wrapped around Toudou’s back, clutching at his shirt but where was his other one? Maybe he could pull Toudou even closer? The sudden need to get even closer consumed Makishima. He ground his hips against Toudou and he heard the groan slip from his mouth and there had to be some other position that would let them get closer and-

All the warning they had was a loud bam against the closed door but it was enough. Toudou flung himself so far away from Makishima that he fell over the side of the bed with a loud crash. Makishima managed to push himself into a sitting position and pull his shirt back down as Hana swung the door open, stopped in apparent confusion then flicked the lights back on.

“Come on you two! It’s snowing and it’s is starting to stick. We need you two to help sweep it up before it gets really bad. Also salt. Everyone else is already outside! ”

Then she noticed her brother laying on the floor, clutching his head and swearing loudly.

“What are you two doing up here?” she demanded, looking suspiciously between them.

“We were exchanging gifts before you decided to interrupt!” Toudou snapped at his sister. Makishima tried to avoid Hana’s gaze, certain that his bright red face would give both of them away. What if she figured it out? This was not how Makishima wanted anyone to find out about their relationship.

“Well, wrap it up! And stop spreading your ridiculous headbands around. The poor guy looks like a walking Christmas tree. ”

“My headbands are not ridiculous. You’ve told us what’s up now go away!” Toudou yelled.

“Both of you get downstairs then!” she snapped back. “You look very cute Makishima, but don’t let my brother corrupt you too much” and she winked.

“I’ll try not to,” Makishima muttered under his breath.

“Let’s get shoveling then its dinnertime and cake,” and she headed back out the door leaving them both to fully recover from the shock.

Toudou sighed and hauled himself to his feet. “I know what I want for Christmas this year, a lock for my door,” he grumbled and slammed his door shut.

“I’m surprised you don’t have one already,” Makishima said weakly flopping back onto the bed and trying to calm his racing heart. He was so relieved that they hadn’t been caught that he didn’t care in the slightest that the mood had been completely ruined.

“Our house is really old and I’m at the dorms most of the time now. But I think it’s time to ask for one.” Toudou turned and offered a hand to Makishima. “Shall we? Before the rest of my family comes in?”

Makishima reached out and Toudou pulled him to his feet but kept holding his hand.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move that fast outside of a race,” Makishima teased him lightly.

Toudou snorted. “Careful. I’ve got ornaments somewhere. We can still deck you out for Christmas.”

“How about we switch?” Makishima suggested instead.

“Hmmm?”

“Later tonight, you can wear this ridiculous hairband and I’ll kiss you.”

Toudou’s entire face lit up and he pulled Makishima in for a hug. “Well I do tend to look better in headbands than you, so I guess that’s fine with me. You have to take some picture though. Oh! And I can try on my new shirt for a few and…”

Makishima grabbed Toudou and yanked him in for a kiss to shut him up. “We can figure it out later,” Makishima promised. Okay? Before you sister drags us out?”

“Okay,” Toudou agreed happily. “Let’s go. Merry Christmas Maki-chan.”

“Merry Christmas, Jinpachi.”

#toumaki advent calendar 2018 #submission #toumaki #grimelius

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pixiealtaira · 6 years ago

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Dragged Kicking and Screaming ( 15/ 22)

Title: Dragged Kicking and Screaming

Or How Burt Hummel Mashed the Hummels and Hudsons Into One Functioning Family.

Characters(s): Kurt, Burt, Carole, Finn, with short appearances by the New Directions guys and various ops who mostly take up space. Rating: PG13 Summary: Somehow the Hummel household and the Hudson household had to come together…

Chapter Nine Chapter Ten

Chapter eleven Chapter twelve Chapter thirteen Chapter fourteen

15.

“We dye eggs and eat deviled eggs and make each other baskets for Easter.” Kurt said. “And sometimes Dad might hide eggs for me but not always.”

Carole looked at Burt.

“We go to church.” Carole said.

“We haven’t gone to church since I was in fourth grade.” Finn said.

“Finn, stop lying. We go to church.” Carole repeated.

“When did we go last year or the year before or at any time since I was in fourth grade? Was that the place we went to see the Easter bunny and you got the bottle of wine after talking to the curly haired guy that almost looked like Mr. Shue and who you spent time giggling with last year?” Finn asked.

“No, that was the Easter Egg hunt at the court house, Finn.”

“Then we haven’t been to church in ages and ages.” Finn said. “Mom makes a big dinner with Ham and potatoes and invites over other ladies she works with and they bring salads and stuff and everyone brings enough Easter eggs for each person there of some type and then everyone hides their eggs in different sections of the place and when mom shouts go we have to find eggs from each person. Last year Nola brought eggs that had little lipsticks stuffed in them for everyone though. That wasn’t cool. Karen puts dollar bills in her eggs, though, every year.”

“Carole, will you be wanting to do this party with the girls you work with?” Burt asked.

“We decided to move it to Karen’s house since she moved into a nice house over by the Fabrays. I’ll be going there for Easter dinner. Oh, and we all decided no kids. Those of us with little kids will do early Easter hunts and those of us with older kids will not have to worry.”

“So, Finn, what would you like to do for Easter?” Burt asked.

“I think that egg dying stuff sounds good…and can we at least have ham?” Finn asked. “And maybe find some eggs? I liked the egg hunting part, even if mom’s co-workers sometimes put weird stuff in them.”

Burt nodded. “We can…Kurt write down Ham and potatoes and deviled eggs for dinner and egg hunt and dying eggs and baskets of some sort, even if we just get them to gather eggs in. Now, Kurt start pages for Mother’s day and Memorial day and Father’s day and Flag day.”

Kurt listed those holidays on the top of pages in the notebook while Finn watched.

“Finn, what do you guys do for Mother’s day?” Burt asked.

Finn shrugged.

“Do you take your mother out to eat?” Burt asked.

“I don’t think so.” Finn said.

“Get her a card?” Burt asked.

“No. I only get mom a card for her Birthday…if I remember.”

“We go out to eat.” Carole said. “And I get flowers.”

“You get flowers?” Finn asked. “From who?”

Carole rolled her eyes. “I buy them for myself.”

“Okaaay,” Burt said. “For Mother’s day we will take Carole out to dinner. Kurt and Finn will pay. Kurt will remind Finn to save up for this. Finn will buy his mom a card…Kurt will help him. And Carole will get flowers that she won’t buy for herself. Got it?��

“Got it, Dad.”

“While on that topic. I don’t want flowers, but I would like to see a card and dinner out for Father’s day. Anything else done for Finn’s dad will be fine. Likewise, Kurt and I will keep our Mother’s day traditions for his mom.”

Kurt nodded. That was written on the page for Father’s Day.

“You boys will put up and take down the flag properly on flag day.” Burt said. “Finn, Kurt will make sure you know how to do this if you don’t remember how from cub scouts. Also write down our half year safety review. That gets us to memorial day.”

“When is that one?” Finn asked.

“The end of May,” Kurt said. “Near my birthday. On Memorial Day we go and put flowers on the gravesite of Dad’s mentor and two of his friends who’d been in Vietnam. We don’t do Mom’s because we just put some out for Mother’s day and then we go the start of June on the day she died and put some out. If we time it right we watch the people do the ceremony at the graveyard. One guy plays Taps on his bugle and the POW motorcycles are there. Then we have a big barbecue with the people who work in the shop in the backyard and fire up the grill for the first time for the season.”

“I think we go swimming.” Finn said. “Or stay home and try to get the work I need done to pass for the year finished.”

“Yeah,” Burt said. “That had better not be a problem this year, because that means you didn’t do your homework right after school like you were supposed to. Where do you go swimming?”

“The big water park…with the slides.” Carole answered. “We generally do that Sunday, though.”

“Nice. We can do all of it then. Do you do anything special for Finn’s dad?” Burt asked.

Carole glared at him.

Burt sighed.

“Fine. For Kurt’s Birthday, I will be taking him out. We will either go to a movie or a play. We may do both. We also go out to dinner, just Kurt and I. If he has a Birthday Party it is always the Saturday or Sunday closest to his birthday. Sometimes his party is combined with the Memorial Day barbecue.”

“What about gifts?” Carole asked.

“What about gifts?” Burt asked back.

“What kind of gifts are you going to get him? How much are you going to spend on him?”

“I’ll decide that closer to his Birthday unless I see something in the after Christmas sales to buy for it.” Burt said. “Furthermore, I don’t see how it matters. Kurt may or may not get something big, he may or may not get a few small things, and he may or may not get things more geared towards experiences. Kurt will tell me what he’d like or need at some point and then I’ll look at what he mentioned and decide if it is something I get him. Last year he got a new laptop after the one he’d had for four years died and four extra new pairs of pants because he’d grown several inches really fast. One year he got an iPod.”

“What about his car?” Finn said. “He said he got his SUV for his birthday.”

“He did but not like you seem to be thinking. We bought it after it had been in a wreck and after being assured that it was safely fixable. Kurt and I did all the repair work and Kurt paid for the inspections to reassure me of its safety. He didn’t just get it.”

“But…”

“Well, Finn expects big items…none of this experience stuff. TVs, Video game systems, a truck.” Carole said. “He needs things like that for holidays and his birthday.”

“We’ll see. I won’t buy new stuff just for kicks and giggles. We don’t play the ‘newest and biggest’ game in this house. If he needs it, or his is so old it isn’t useable, maybe. And until I have been convinced Finn should legally be driving, I’m not buying him a truck, not even the way I bought Kurt his vehicle.”

“Burt, that is not fair. I hope you don’t expect me to follow that. Finn is used to getting good stuff for his birthday. I don’t plan on changing that. You will give him good stuff, too. Nothing silly like an experience. I won’t allow you to treat him like that. You will get him whatever he asks for, even if he just got a new whatever he wants a week before. That is how it works. Stop being so stupid about this.” Carole said.

“ You know what Kurt’s ‘experience’ was last…” Burt started.

“Dad, just don’t. It’s all good.” Kurt said. “I started a page called Birthdays…under Kurt it says things stay the same…find out what is expected for Carole and Finn please.”

“Kurt…”

“Dad, later.” Kurt said. “We need to finish this.”

“Fine. Finn, what do you do for your birthday?”

“I have a huge party and get lots of presents and mom takes me out to eat someplace cool sometime near that day. We eat ice cream and cake and pizza.” Finn said. “This year, Mom paid for a DJ to come and it was awesome and then she headed out to her date with you and she stayed out really late and there was like no real grownups there and Nelson brought some…umm…never mind.”

Burt was looking at Carole and writing down things and Kurt was writing down notes.

“Yeah, that isn’t happening at my house.” Burt said. “However, we can write down Birthday party for Finn with cake and ice cream and pizza. Any specifics?”

“Huh?” Finn asked.

“Do you always have the same kind of cake, Finn? Or Ice cream?” Kurt said.

“Oh…chocolate cake and like ice cream sundaes.”

“Carole?” Burt asked.

“We go out to eat and Finn buys me a card and I get myself a gift from him.”

Kurt turned to Finn with wide eyes. “Your mother has to buy her own Birthday gift to herself from you?”

“Well…gifts cost money, Kurt.” Finn said.

“And she gave you a huge allowance, Finn.” Kurt said.

“But that money was for me and my stuff.”

“Are you kidding me?” Kurt said. “Finn will buy you a gift. Do you want dad to take you out or Finn?”

“Both should take me out. Somewhere real nice on your dad’s and my date and then Finn and I on my actual birthday. Oh, I also want a cake, something nice. Big. With a filling and decorated.”

“On her last birthday her cake was like four layers and had all these flowers on it made of icing that she got from that one expensive bakery that does the fancy wedding cakes in town and mom’s friends came over and ate it and brought so many wine coolers that there were ones left for when Puck came over the next week so we took them to…”

“Finn!” Carole snapped.

Kurt wrote her wishes down and made notes. “Dad, do you want anything different for your birthday? I expect Carole will treat you to dinner for your date night? So anything different on your birthday dinner?”

“No. “

“What does Burt do for his birthday?” Carole asked.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Dad fires up the grill for the last time of the season and we have a huge barbecue with everyone from the garage and whoever else shows up and we eat cupcakes of all sorts. Everything but the meat is pot luck. Then the nearest weekend after Dad’s birthday we clean the grill and pack it away for the winter. This year we missed it. I cleaned the grill right before Dad asked you to marry him. You didn’t even give him a card or gift or anything.”

“That’s not fair,” Carole said. “I wanted him to take me out for dinner but he couldn’t, so I decided we’d wait.”

“Shouldn’t you take HIM out for dinner for HIS birthday?” Kurt asked. “And that does NOT explain away the lack of gift or card.”

“Women don’t take men out.” Carole said.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Sure they do. Especially decent and good and kind women who have giving and loving hearts. My mom took my dad out all the time to celebrate things…and she did so with whatever she made giving piano lessons or taking in a seamstress job or even going and cleaning someone’s house for a few bucks. Furthermore in modern couples most share the financial burden of date nights. I can find you multiple articles on that. All the important and beautiful people are doing it that way now-a-days.”

“Kurt…” Burt warned.

Kurt pushed his lips together and just started writing again. “Ok…Fine…I think we are to the 4th of July.”

#glee fanfic #burt hummel #Kurt Hummel #hummel household

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feathersnow · 7 years ago

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A Miraculous Christmas Hogwarts AU

Merry Christmas everyone!! Here’s a little fic I did to celebrate the occasion ^_^ Special thanks to @vanilla107 for beta-ing! Summary : It was Adrien’s first Christmas in Hogwarts. Fluff! Adrienette “…up.”

Adrien shut his eyes tight and snuggled tighter in his duvet as the morning glow hit his face.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, turning to the other side.

But his roommate was not having any of it. He jumped on the bed.

“I said ‘Wake up’!” said Nino, wacking a pillow on his head.

“Ow! Go away,” mumbled the blonde-haired boy ,turning away.

“But it’s Christmas!”

“So?”

“The girls are coming over now,”

“What?!” This time, Adrien bolted up , almost knocking his head into Ninos, with wide-eyes.

“Th-They can’t come up here,” he stammered, pulling his covers close to his chest. “I-I’m not even dressed.”

Nino laughed. “Not in our bedrooms, you silly. Our Commons Room. C’mon, just put on your dressing robe. The girls won’t mind,” Nino hopped off the bed, “I’ll head down to let them in. Oh, and Adrien?”

Adrien lifted his head. “Yes?”

“Merry Christmas.”

Adrien smiled, “Merry Christmas to you too.”

Once his friend was gone, the fourteen year old boy scrambled out of bed and opened the window. The fresh cold morning air hit his face, followed by the bright sun warming his cheeks. The birds were chirping. It was a clear bright day. The ground was covered in a thick layer of snow but was shining like diamonds.

He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

Christmas, huh? So far his Christmases were never pleasant. His father had been absent on these holidays when he was younger. He was used to it.

What difference would this Christmas make?

“Dude! They are here!”

Grabbing his yellow dressing robe, the boy quickly made his way downstairs.

The fire in the fireplace burned merrily in the the Hufflepuff common room. Next to the fireplace was had a huge Christmas tree at the corner dressed in red and gold. His friends , all dressed in their respective house robes, were sitting on the carpet in front of the warm fireplace, waiting for him. In the middle, Tikki, the Niffler, and his cat, Plagg, were sniffing the huge pile of presents.

Alya lounged at him, engulfing him into a hug.

“Merry Christmas, Adrien,” said the Gryffindor girl.

“Merry Christmas Adrien,” said the Slytherin girl, her voice much more quieter.

“Merry Christmas, Alya and Mari,” he greeted back, hugging the Gryffindor girl back. He smiled at Marinette, who beamed at him shyly.

“It’s time to open presents!” Alya declared skipping back to the pile of parcels. “We haven’t opened ours yet. Adrien this is yours,”

Adrien stared at the pile. There’s got to be at least twenty or more. “How did you get them here? Did you carry them all here?”

Alya grinned at Marinette, who held up her small, round pink purse.

“Wait, in that?” the boys looked from the bag to the pile of presents. “But…how?”

Marinette giggled “Extension charm,”

“ Whoa, wicked!” Nino gasped. “Isn’t that too advance for our year? For like Year 12?”

“More than that,” Alya beamed, “She should be in Ravenclaw instead of that Slytherin group,”

“Like I haven’t heard that one before,” smiled Marinette, rolling her eyes,

“You’re amazing, Marinette,” Adrien blurted, “You’re so talented,”

“Th-thank you,” the girl stammered, her cheeks turning pink.

“Mari is just awesome,” countered Alya, nudging her friend “ Let’s open some presents!”

Nino gave a different music playlist for each of them according to their personality, along with their favorite candy. Alya had made a small photo album for each of them, with different photos of events they had done together. Adrien couldn’t stop looking at each moving photo, they were all smiling, having a wonderful time.

Not only did Marinette baked everyone a bag of her famous cookies, she had knitted turtleneck sweater for each of them. No magic was involved, to everyone’s double amazement. Nino had a green sweater, Alya an orange and Adrien a black. Marinette was already wearing her new pink sweater

“Hon, where did you even get the time to do all this?” Alya gasped in shock.

“It fits perfectly,” Nino exclaimed, wearing the green sweater, “and it’s so warm,”

Adrien, in return, gave Alya a quill writing set, Nino the latest album of Metallic Goblins, and the latest Wizard & Witches Fashion magazines for Marinette.

They Slytherin girl couldn’t contain her excitement when she opened her gift. “These don’t come out until next month,” the Slytherin girl exclaimed , flipping through the pages.

Plagg had managed to find his presents – sniffing wheels of Camembert from each of them, in which Adrien had to quickly hide them before he gobbled them all and fell sick. Tikki was happily content with a few shiny coins and the leftover shiny wrapping papers from the presents. She had also received a bag of her favorite baked cookies from Marinette.

The rest of the presents came from their families. Adrien tried not to look disappointed when he couldn’t find his father’s package. After all, it was always the same every year – either late or forgotten. However, his friends’ parents had never forgotten him.

Alya and Marinette’s parents had sent them packages of food. There were meat pies, mince pies, baked goods that Adrien thinks it will last him until summer.

Since Alya’s dad works in a muggle zoo, her father had sent them each an exquisite necklace and bracelets that have muggle animal teeth on it.

“Did he kill them to get them?” asked Nino holding up his necklace at one end and looking at it warily.

“Don’t worry,” said Alya as she read her parents’ letter, “He said he had they had fallen out naturally. Hey, check out my family photo,” she beamed showing them the enclosed photo.

Adrien took a look at it. There was her mum, her dad, and two little girls. The only weird things is that they were still like statues. “Why aren’t they moving?”

“Muggle photo’s can’t move,” Marinette explained, reaching into her purse. He heard a few objects moving about in the tiny bag until she fished out a white rectangle.

“These are my parents,” said Marinette showing him her family’s photo. In between Marinette there there was a plump man and a small Chinese woman standing together, smiling. “We decided to try a family muggle photoshoot for fun one day. It isn’t as great, but we had fun,”

Adrien didn’t care if it were or were not a magic or muggle. All that had mattered was if the photo had captured a happy family frozen in time.

“So…are your parents muggles or muggles in disguise?” Nino asked

"Baking is their side job.”

“Side job? Not gonna tell us what the the other job is?”

“If I told you, I have to kill you,” Marinette winked.

“Why are you so mysterious?” he whined. “Why are Slytherins so mysterious?”

“Alright, “ Alya clapped her hand, looking around. “looks like all the presents are done, it’s time for breakfast!” she cheered and bounded towards the exit. “I’m starving,”

“A good thing our House is next to the kitchen,” Adrien smiled getting up

The Gryffindor snapped her fingers, grinning, “And that’s exactly why we came here,”

The Christmas breakfast did not disappoint.

There was four different cold meats to choose from with sauces like mustard and mint, buttery mashed potatoes with gravy, roast potatoes, creamed spinach, grilled fish, a wide selection of fresh fruit, frothy hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, mango and pineapple salad, fruit cake, sugar cookies as well as Christmas cookies, fruity mince pies, ice-cream with a variety of different toppings and the huge honey-glazed gammon in the centre of the table.

The food kept appearing on the tables no matter how much the students ate and Adrien was always in awe at how the house elves prepared such a magnificent feast. He ate to his fill, knowing well that his father wasn’t there to stop him.

After the huge delicious breakfast, the four of them went out onto the school grounds to have a snowball fight along with other fellow schoolmates who had stayed back as well. It was a free for all with no magic until the boys started cheating since they were losing the game. But the girls still won (“Only because we let you,” huffed Nino in defense).

The fun event on the ground then changed to the air as everyone got on their broomsticks. Both snowballs and brooms were soaring in the air, and some players falling to the ground. Adrien had been smiling ear to ear till his cheeks burned and laughing along with his friends. He was always a prime target of Alya’s and she is a good thrower.

After a few hours, they went indoors to get some lunch warm up, and rest. Adrien was exhausted he didn’t know he had napped so long till Nino had to wake him up again. He thought the day was already over, but his roommate had told him they were going out again.

Late that evening, the four of them bundled up in their scarves and jackets and made their their way to Hogsmeade Village. They window shopped, played in the Zonko Joke Shop and bought each other candy in Honeydukes and finally settled down in the Three Broomsticks Inn for some butterbeer.

It was about an hour in the Inn that Adrien excused himself from the group and stepped outside. It was already dark and the lamp posts were all lit. The snow was lightly falling, and there was only a few people walking along the empty street.

He took deep breath of cold air. His breath came out in wisp of fog. He closed his eyes, and relished the memories he had since that morning.

“Everything okay, Adrien?”

The blonde boy turned around to see Marinette, bundled in her coat, closing the door behind

He smiled “Everything's’ fine.” He turned to look at the falling snow “More than fine, actually. This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had in my life.”

“We never celebrated Christmas since mum left,” Adrien told her looking down at the snow, his smile falling. “ Before that, there were always parties, laughter and smiles in the house. You wouldn’t believe it, but my dad used to be a fun person. Even if we didn’t have a party, it was always fun with just the three of us. Now, we hardly celebrate it. Even father doesn’t is never home for Christmas. There was no point for me returning there if it will always be the same every year. I don’t mind not having any presents, but I just wish..,” he sighed “he would at least greet me or spend some time with me,”

Marinette touched his arm. He looked up and gave her a soft smile.

“It’s been a long time since I had fun and remembered what Christmas is all about. You, Alya and Nino…thank you, Marinette,”

She smiled back. “I’m glad you are having fun,”

They stayed in silence as they watch the snow slowly fall and the glowing lamp posts ahead. It was serene, peaceful and quiet. A gust of wind blew past them, making Adrien shudder. He wrapped his coat tightly and tried to bury his neck into the collar.

“Adrien, what happened to your scarf?” asked Marinette, looking concern.

“I think I lost it during the snowball fight.” he admitted, thinking about his Hufflepuff scarf. He wasn’t bothered during that time. He had been too busy having fun. “But don’t worry. I’m fine.”

Another gust of wind blew past them, and Adrien cringed, shrinking himself into the coat.

She giggled, “Oh Adrien,” she sighed , looking sorry at him. She opened her purse, and reached her whole arm into it. He heard some loud movements , and a crash ? he can’t be sure. “Darn, I have to arrange that all over again,” he heard her mumble. Finally she pulled out a small brown parcel with a string tied around it.

“Here, this is for you,” she said holding it out. Her voice had suddenly went soft, and she wasn’t looking at him.

Adrien’s eyes widened and took the gift. He pulled on the the string, and the brown paper unravelled to reveal a soft blue scarf.

“I made it,” she blurted out, her voice had suddenly gone squeaky.

Adrien stared the beautiful article of clothing. It was baby blue like the sky and felt very soft. He wrapped it around his neck. It felt very warm, and soft.

“I just didn’t finished it until that afternoon after lunch,” When he looked back at her, she was looking at the ground and fumbling with her hands.

“This…is...I love it Mari,” he breathed out.

He didn’t know if words of gratitude were enough, so he pulled her into a hug. She let out a squeak, but didn’t pull away. “Thank you so much Marinette. You’re truly amazing and one of the best friends I’ve ever had,” She was stiff against him at first and slowly melted into his embrace.

“Ho ho…! Bro!”

The both looked at Nino and Alya, who were grinning like idiots. Adrien cleared his throat. “Guys… we’re just-,”

Nino pointed to something above them.

He looked up.

Oh.

Mistletoe was growing above them.

He felt his cheeks grow warm.

He looked down to see his friend looking down at the floor. Her hands were buried in her face.

He smiled.

“Hey...Mari...” he whispered, gently prying her hands away from her face.

The girl bravely looked up to see him leaning towards her...and felt his gentle lips on her right cheek.

As he pulled away, she felt the warmth retreating as well. She didn’t want it to end. So, the girl did the unthinkable .

She grabbed his jacket, pulled him back, and on her tiptoes, quickly placed a kiss on his smooth and cold cheek.

She released him and turned away, blushing furiously.

Adrien was speechless. He had the same color cheeks as her.

Suddenly, there was a white flash.

“That’s a keeper!” said a voice filled with full of satisfaction.

“ALYA!” Marinette screamed, her face was very very red.

“You’ll thank me in twenty years!” Alya yelled running off with her camera. Marinette yelled, chasing her.

Nino watched the girls ran in the snow, and then turned to look at his bro.

Adrien was still rooted on the spot. Frozen. He lifted his hand to his cheek, where she had kissed him.

#My fic #My writing #adrienette #miraculous ladybug #christmas fic

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