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reluctanttrabbit · 11 months ago

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its secret santa time!! woo!! @hearts4ggy BOO CAROUSEL JUMPSCARE 💥💥💥💥

originally i planned to make a fic AND draw a scene from the fic. but my dreams slowly crumbled as i realized i would have so much homework this month AND i also really just wanted to get this fic out before christmas bc i know many people are with family at this time

so heres the fic instead!! maybe i can finish up the art part of the gift this week.. :3

the full fic is also below the cut incase u wanna read it this way ^_^

Carol of the Bells

3,347 words

3:56. 3:57. 3:58.

Every time Michael glanced at the clock, it stared right back. Almost like it's taunting me, he thought.

Out of all of the days in the year, why did William Afton have to work on Christmas Eve and leave Michael to look after his siblings?

To be fair, it was a lose-lose situation either way. He could either spend the day stuck with his stupid siblings, or ditto but with his stupid father.

So here he was, baking cookies with Elizabeth and Evan in the afternoon.

"I.. I think we used too much sugar," a small voice piped up. It was Evan, who had just grabbed the egg carton out of the fridge and peered into the bowl the siblings were using. Sure enough, sugar was littered all over the kitchen counter. Evan guessed that was Elizabeth's handiwork.

"Good! Maybe you'll get some cavities from it, and you'll talk even less, then," Elizabeth jeered at her brother.

"Liz, these cookies are for all of us. if anything, you're getting cavities too." Michael sighed as he pushed her aside to swipe the eggs out of Evan's hands. she let out a small yelp of annoyance, which Michael had ignored. He turned to his phone propped up on the counter with the recipe on his screen.

"Ok, eggs and vanilla extract." he said aloud to himself. Michael looked to the counter, but the vanilla extract was nowhere in sight. What? That couldn't be right.

"We got vanilla extract, right? who has it?" Michael instantly turned to Evan, who jumped a little and showed Michael his hands. Empty.

Next, he turned to Liz, getting more agitated at the second. Once he looked in her direction, he noticed three red cups set on the counter, as Elizabeth wore a suspicious smile and eyed the cups. Michael simply wasn't having it, and knocked all 3 cups off the counter as if he were a cat. He deadpanned towards Elizabeth as she watched the vanilla extract fall out of the middle cup and onto the floor.

"Hey! What's your problem today?!" she cried, as Michael went to pick up the extract.

"My problem," he growled, "is that I'm stuck with you two today, because our father can't even manage to take the day off of work for CHRISTMAS EVE."

"Well, maybe he's getting some last minute gifts.. or something!" she said, trying to excuse her father.

"Bullshit, theres nothing open today! It's a holiday, he shouldn't even be at work in the first place!"

"Don't swear at me!"

"I'll do whatever I want! Dad isn't here, I'm in charge."

"Y'know, i bet you the reason you don't wanna spend Christmas Eve with us is because you'd rathe-"

The house phone started ringing, and the two stopped fighting. Michael sent a cold glare to Elizabeth, as if he was telling her this wasn't over, and he walked over to pick up.

"Hey, is mike here?" a voice rang through the speaker. it was Charlie!

"Uh- yeah, what happened?"

"What do you mean what happened, its Christmas Eve! we're coming over for a bit, so we can keep you guys company.. since your dad isn't here, y'know." there was a slight laugh in her voice, but it settled once she mentioned that William wasn't home. Right, how could Michael ever forget.

"Oh, well.. sweet. See you guys in a bit, I guess. bye." Michael put the phone down. He hoped Charlie couldn't tell that there was still hints of anger in his voice, despite their call being so short. He let out a sigh, which somewhat turned into a growl, and turned around to look back at his siblings. Evan had started to pick the extract up and clean it with some paper towels. Good. At least he was managing to be helpful.

hearing the news that Charlie and Henry (and hopefully Sammy) were coming over eased Michael's thoughts. maybe Henry could be the one to deal with his siblings, and Michael could get a break from these brats. Evan offered the extract to Mike, and he picked it up, turning his phone back on and reading over the recipe once again. Liz had left to go sit on the couch and cool off from her and Mike's previous squabbling. Hey, I'm not complaining, Mike thought to himself.

"Cass, you wanna grab the mixer for me?" he asked. Evan nodded, and went to search the cupboards until he pulled the machine out, with the cord dangling and nearly tripping him.

Evan hauled the machine up onto the counter. He brushed his hands off on his pants, and stood idly waiting for Michael to do the next step. He fidgeted with his sweater sleeves, and peeked around the corner of the fridge to look at Elizabeth. she had a pillow in her hand as she hit it repeatedly against the floor.

Evan had a hunch that pillow was supposed to be michael.

He turned back to face Michael. the boy jumped as the mixer started and the ingredients splashed onto his face. He grumbled, but held the bowl steady and let the mixer do its job.

Evan took advantage of the loud whirring from the mixer, and snuck off into the living room to stay with Elizabeth. Her eyes narrowed as he walked into the room, and put the pillow down.

The mixer slowed down and Michael went to wash his hands. He looked around for evan, only to find that the boy wasn't there.

"Hey, I still need help here!" he shouted.

"…"

"Fine."

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Michael cringed with each bite he took of the cookie. Something had definitely went wrong once he was left alone to bake. Was it too sweet? Or too bitter? Were the ingredients expired?

"Ok, these… these cookies taste like shit." Michael put the cookie (could it even be called that?) back down on his plate and took a sip of water. he heard Elizabeth and Evan laugh, as they had already rejected their cookies.

"When will Charlie and Henry get here?" Evan asked, blankly staring out into the window. There were slight flurries outside- the thought of a white Christmas made Michael subconsciously smile. It had reminded him of better days - days where all he would do in school was make crafts and bring them home to his mom and dad. He remember the way his mother's nose would crinkle as she smiled and put the poor excuse for an ornament up on their Christmas tree.

"…"

"I'm gonna go get my sketchbook. Just… do whatever." Mike nearly bolted up as he dodged the question and tossed the tv remote to Elizabeth, heading for the stairs. She turned on the tv and started to flip through channels. There was nothing that interested the two. News channels, baby channels, reruns of old movies, the shopping channel; and a few kids channels, but none of them were playing anything good. Elizabeth decided on one that was about these weird CGI Christmas dogs.. it wasn't like she would actually pay attention to it.

"All of these shows suck!" she huffed in frustration. "Why aren't they playing, like, My Little Pony or something?" she went to lay back on the floor and stare up at the ceiling.

Evan had wanted to answer, because its Christmas and the only thing that's on right now are Christmas movies. But he was too lost in his own thoughts to interject. He remembered the look in Michael's eyes as he went up to grab his sketchbook. The teen looked like he was on the verge of tears. Evan felt as if he had seen a cryptid.

"Liz, um.. do you ever think about why Mike gets angry at us?" he turned to his sister.

"..Well, I don't think about it on a daily basis, but I know the answer. You should too." she sighed, crossing her arms.

"I mean, obviously I know why, but… why does he get angry? We only fight with him because he fights with us. Why does he get to be the angry one? Why does he see us as brats and then get to act like that?"

Elizabeth stayed silent. They both did for a minute.

"Maybe he never moved on. I don't know." she sighed, now giving more thought to the conversation. "I don't remember much of her. Maybe the problem is that he remembers too much."

Maybe the problem is that he remembers too much. The words repeated in Evan's mind. what did that even mean? It got louder and louder, and-

"Charlie!" Elizabeth cried as she shot up to run towards the window. She was careful to not scratch herself on the Christmas tree right beside the window, and peered through the snow, which had begun to fall faster than a few minutes ago. The headlights of Henry's car disoriented Liz, but she tried her best to get a good look.

Evan stared at the ground for a few more seconds, before getting up and opening the door for them. Henry and Charlie stepped out of the car, gift bags in each of their hands. Elizabeth nearly pushed Evan out of the way as they came in the door.

"Merry Christmas, you two!" Henry said, imitating the voice of Santa Claus. He definitely has the beard for the role, Evan thought.

Elizabeth jumped into Charlie arms, giving her a hug.

"Hey Liz!" the teen said, ruffling her hair. "Guess who these are for?" she said as she held up the bags in her arms. Elizabeth gasped and reached for them, but Charlie swiped them away.

"Hey, not until tomorrow." she laughed. Her and Henry walked towards the tree to put their gifts down and take off their coats. Henry paused as Charlie set down her bags.

"You kids only got 5 presents?" Henry asked, concerned. "Now I don't want to shame your dad, but I know he has more than enough money for you guys. There's no way he's putting all that into the mall..." the man trailed off as he answered his own question.

"Well, good thing we delivered, huh?" Charlie said, trying to keep the mood up. "C'mon Liz, let's go find a Christmas movie to watch." the 2 girls walked to the couch as Charlie flipped through their DVD collection.

Henry and Evan sat in silence as Henry looked around and rubbed his hands.

"So, where's your brother?" Henry asked, looking around the house.

"He ran upstairs." Evan answered, looking up at them as if Michael would appear there in seconds. But Evan knew better. He was probably locking himself in his room for the rest of the night. He turned back to look at Henry, but couldn't quite read his expression as the man grumbled something to himself.

"..Well, I see you made cookies! Mind if I take a bite?" Henry grinned as he walked over to the plate on the kitchen counter. He had moved too fast, as Evan was just about to respond until Henry took a bite out of the poorly iced mess. His face went sour, and Evan couldn't help but snicker.

"We- we didn't do the best, I'm sure you can tell." Evan said as he watched Henry put the cookie back down on its plate.

"No worries, kid. I guess it's Santa's problem, not ours." Henry sighed and walked off into the living room. But Evan stayed put as his gaze wandered to the stairs.

He wasn't actually going to stay upstairs, was he?

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Evan walked down the hall, peering in each room. Every step he took made the floorboards creak, making Evan walk lighter than usually. He passed by his room, and the door was closed. He looked at all the drawings scattered on his door, some drawn by Michael and some drawn by himself.

Elizabeth's door was decorated with stickers and one of those "no boys allowed" signs -- a gift that she put up as a joke. Evan continued walking. The bathroom doors were both open, and Michael's door was locked shut. his door held no drawings, or no stickers. Just a door handle and peeling paint. Evan held his ear close to the door, but couldn't hear any signs of Michael. He was most likely in there, but Evan had to be sure.

..That left only 2 rooms to check.

If Evan wasn't stepping lightly before, he was definitely floating by now. Even just standing by the door of William's office was enough to make him remind himself to breathe. The door stood tall and foreboding, somewhat like his dad. The light was off, so Michael couldn't be in there. Evan turned to the room at the end of the hall.

William's room.

Of course, it had never been just William's room. It used to belong to their mother too, once upon a time. Or more like a few years ago. but it seemed like Evan's instincts were right, as the lamp on the bedside drawer was on. Michael was right beside that drawer leaning against the bed and burying his head in his arms. There was a book by his feet, sitting upside down with pictures falling out of it.

Something told Evan that the book wasn't Michael's sketchbook.

Evan walked closer to Michael, and the boy lifted his head up.

"Screw off Cass, get out." his throat was raspy; Michael sounded like he was tired. His voice was the quietest it had been in years.

Evan stayed silent. He moved closer.

"..Are you deaf, I said--"

"I heard you, and I'm not going to let you yell at me anymore!" Evan's voice wavered as he spoke.

"Oh, what, did you--"

"All day you've been rude to me AND Elizabeth, and you're always just rude in general! Why do you get to just- why do you not realize that when mom died, it.. it hurt us too. But you don't get that, because you're mad at our father, and.."

Evan felt tears welling up already. Why was he such a crybaby?

Evan and Michael both fell silent as the two thought of what to say.

"..You really suck at yelling." Michael grumbled as he picked the book up. Evan wiped his tears and tried to compose himself so he could continue his rant, but he finally noticed what the book was.

It was a photo album.

Evan took a breath as he moved closer to sit beside Michael.

"In a way, you aren't wrong. I am mad at our father. Because he doesn't give a shit about us or about mom's death-"

"Liar! Dad talks about her all the time! You wouldn't know that because you barely try to talk to him."

Michael ignored him as he flipped through the pages. Their parents didn't take many pictures of themselves, but there were lots of family photos. A picture of Michael on a high chair as he eats baby food. His hair sticks out in every direction. Carol is cleaning his face, smiling for the camera as she tries her best not to laugh. A beach day photo where she's putting sunscreen on a younger Elizabeth as Michael and Evan splash around in the water. Michael and Carol at a school dance.

Slowly but surely, Michael and Evan's mom started to appear less and less, until the last picture was of William and Henry at the opening of the Pizzaplex.

"It's like she's.. slowly disappearing. From the book, from us-- And somewhere deep down, I WANT her to. So I don't have to think about her everyday. So the pain is easier." Michael sobbed. Evan's eyes widened as Michael was crying real, live tears. Was this a prank?

"I can't remember anything else from our childhood except her."

As awkward as it was, Evan shifted closer to rest his head on Michael's shoulder. Michael didn't push him off. He didn't yell at him. It just happened. And that was enough.

They sat in silence for a good while.

"..It feels weird to see you cry. It's like our personalities were swapped or something. Like 'Freaky Friday'." Evan muttered in a soft voice. Michael sniffed and wiped his eyes as he let out a genuine snicker. It wasn't in a mocking or sarcastic tone, for the first time in a while. Evan still wasn't used to this.

"Maybe it should happen more. For the both of us. I can... cry more, and you can stand up to me more." Michael admitted. He sighed and rested his head on Evan's, like they were 2 brothers who actually liked each other.

Someday, maybe that could happen.

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The rest of the night flew by. Evan and Michael finally went back downstairs to join everyone else and have a movie marathon, along with some TV dinner. They talked, and danced, but eventually Henry and Charlie had to drive back home. Henry allowed them to open at least one Christmas present before they left, and Elizabeth made sure to pick a big enough gift. Because of course, Henry wouldn't allow her to pick the box that DEFINITELY wasn't a new toy playset.

Michael got a set of watercolors, Evan got a set of pajamas, and Elizabeth got a 16" Glamrock Chica plushie. The Emilys went back to their house, and the Aftons got ready for bed.

William Afton was still nowhere in sight.

Falling in and out of sleep, Michael lay in his bed, snuggled up in a pile of 3 blankets with the fan running. It was peaceful.

That was, until Elizabeth creaked the door open and poked at Michael. And when he didn't respond to pokes, she rocked him back and forth.

"... What, Liz? It's.. I don't even know what time it is, why are you still awake?" he mumbled.

"Me and Ev can't sleep," she whispered, Glamrock Chica plushie in her hands.

"Well, that's not my problem, is it? If you're awake, Santa won't give you any presents. He knows when you're sleeping," Michael told her.

"Exactly! We need you so we can fall asleep, and then Santa can come! Get up already!" she dragged the boy out of his blanket nest as he protested. Evan had been waiting by the stairs, with a nightlight in one hand and a Fredbear plushie in the other. The 3 siblings walked down the stairs as the Christmas tree shined as bright as a fire.

"Why are we going in the living room?" Michael nearly tripped on his feet as Elizabeth led him around the house. He looked down at Evan, who was just as confused.

"Aw, wait... Michael, I'm gonna go take your blankets. Help Evan move the chair closer to the tree, okay?" she said in a hurry as the girl ran back up the stairs. Evan set his nightlight down, and Michael finally understood what Elizabeth was planning.

"I'll get some chairs," Michael muttered to himself.

Soon enough, Elizabeth had hurried back down with blankets in hand. Evan had knocked over a few things while he pushed the chair, but they'd fix it in the morning. Michael spaced out the chairs, and Elizabeth draped them all on top of each other.

It wasn't the best, but it was a feasible blanket fort. Michael took the pillows off of the couch and threw them into the fort, as the 3 settled in and got comfy. Michael propped up one more pillow for his head, and closed his eyes.

"Now go to sleep," he told his siblings. In twin movements, Elizabeth and Evan rested their heads on Michael's shoulders. He could have pushed them off, but he was getting more tired at the second. He listened to their breathing get slower, and Michael laughed at the thought that 'visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.'

Michael started to feel himself drifting away, and just before he fell asleep, he swore he heard the jingling of bells and something on the roof.

Maybe he made that part up in a sleepless haze. Maybe it was really his father's car engine.

#vanny shenanigans #my writing #< oughhh my first time using that tag...#afton kids #michael afton #elizabeth afton #crying child #evan afton #henry emily #charlie emily #christmas fic #christmas #fnaf #fnaf fic #radioroxx gift exchange

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madamegemknight · 1 year ago

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Tell me funfact ?

ehehehe fun fact time >:) I have been Obsessed with this story since I first heard it so today I will tell you about how Caroll Spinney (the man who puppeteered Big Bird and Oscar on Sesame Street until 2018) met his wife Debra, a story which is simultaneously the cutest and dumbest story I have ever heard.

It's a long one so under the cut it goes!

In the late 70s, Caroll saw a woman with a pixie haircut working at her desk at the Children's Television Workshop (the group that makes Sesame Street and that is now known as the Sesame Workshop), and was immediately taken with her. Right then and there, he decided to screw up his courage and ask her on a dinner date, which she politely refused - while she appreciated the gesture, she was already married and expected at home to cook dinner for her husband. When recalling the event in his autobiography, The Wisdom of Big Bird, Caroll says that he was upset but not surprised; a woman as beautiful as her had to have already been taken.

Several months later at the CTW's Christmas party, Caroll ran into a woman with a "Dutch Boy" haircut (essentially another name for a pageboy haircut, reference picture below). Once again, he was taken, and spent the night chatting with her and eventually asking if she wanted to sit with him when they started serving dinner - and once again, the woman politely refused, explaining that she couldn't stay at the party due to husband expecting her at home. Caroll was once again respectful, but internally lamented the fact that all the woman he was interested in were apparently married.

Then, a few months after the Christmas party, Caroll was approached by a long-haired woman while recording a Sesame Street album. The two of them immediately hit it off, and while Caroll didn't remember having ever met the woman, he felt as if she knew him. They talked for a while about their personal lives, with the woman (who's name was Debra) mentioning at one point that she'd recently ended her marriage, and while Caroll had to go on tour for Sesame Street and was thus unable to see her for three months, the two met back up after he got back and very quickly fell in love.

AND WHEN I SAY QUICKLY I MEAN "CAROLL PROPOSED 13 DAYS AFTER THEIR FIRST DATE AND SHE IMMEDIATELY SAID YES" QUICKLY.

(years later in the aforementioned Wisdom of Big Bird autobiography, Caroll would say that on the day he proposed he was "more in love than [he'd] ever been in his life" and that there was never a moment he regretted proposing so soon, claiming that he "could have proposed the first night - almost two weeks was too long a wait." if you'll forgive my inner sappy hopeless romantic, WAUGHHH)

Debra and Caroll were together until Caroll passed away in December of 2019, with one of his last on-screen appearances being a cameo in Sesame Street's 50th anniversary celebration with his wife by his side.

The two cared for each other deeply and were nigh-inseparable - a performance done during Caroll's retirement party titled "Great Moments in Spinney History," which walked through the entirety of Caroll's career and highlighted such notable events as the first time he met Jim Henson, even went so far as to make a Debra Muppet (pictured below hugging the man playing Caroll in the performance, Alan Muraoka) to emphasize the impact she'd had on his life. It had taken a while for Caroll to find love, but if he hadn't been rejected by the two women he'd previously met at the CTW, he never would have met Debra, a woman with whom he'd form a relationship filled to the brim with love.

OR AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT.

On a trip to Switzerland that Debra had won on a game show a few months after his proposal, she toasted him and thanked him for never giving up on her. Confused by the phrasing of the toast, he asked her what she meant, at which point she stated that if he'd stopped talking to her after their first meeting back when she was still married, they never would have gotten together.

Yes, in a twist you might have seen coming a mile away, DEBRA HAD BEEN ALL THREE WOMEN CAROLL HAD MET AT THE CTW, AND WHAT HE'D MISTAKEN FOR THREE WOMAN WITH DIFFERENT HAIRCUTS HAD BEEN ONE WOMAN WHO'S HAIR HAD GRADUALLY GROWN OUT BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THE PASSAGE OF TIME WORKS. While he'd thought that he had fallen for three separate women, he'd actually fallen for the same woman - his future wife - three times over, a story that's incredibly sweet but also incredibly, incredibly dumb. truly the cringefail romance rep we deserved <3

(pictured above: a man who won a lifetime achievement award but somehow DIDN'T REALIZE THAT HAIR GROWS)

#muppet performer romances are WILD this isn't even the craziest one #(that honor goes to jane and jim henson who are another story entirely lol)#thank you for the ask bear!! sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy your fun fact :)

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justsoohi · 2 years ago

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Black Carol/ Episode 2

Tomoya: Fu~aaaa

Mitsuru: hm~... I want this one!

Aira: That sounds like Tenma-senpai. I think I'll take this one.

Tomoya: hm? What are they doing?

Good morning. Mitsuru and Shiratori, what are two you doing?

Mitsuru: Ah. Good morning, tomo-chan~. I'm looking at a catalogue with Ai-chan right now!

Tomoya: catalogue of what?

Aira: Good morning. It's from the toy store. I found an ad in my mailbox this morning. It's a Christmas special with lots of toys in it.

I think I'm old enough to not receive toys anymore, but a flyer catalogue with lots of toys makes my heart flutter no matter how old I am... and I got excited with Tenma-senpai

Tomoya: Ahaha. I know, I know. It's fun to watch~

Mitsuru: What did you want when you were a child, and what do you like, Ai-chan?

Tomoya: Heh~. Which one which one?..... Ah. Game consoles have always been popular. I used to ask Santa for one every year

Ah. This is the one I wanted when I was a child, but I couldn't get it. And I think I got this one from Santa~

Aira: Mashiro-senpai has a lot of classic stuff. It's like you're holding on to something that needs to be cherished.

Tomoya: Really? I just haven't been very adventurous

Mitsuru: Tomo-chan. Did you have a toy similar to this one in the past?

Tomoya: Hmm? Come to think of it, I remember playing with something like this in the past....

He~h, they have lights and sounds now. It's all so flashy these days~.

Aira: Hm~♪ Looking at the gift flyers like this makes me jittery! It's almost Christmas, isn't it♪

Mitsuru: One more night of sleep and it'll be Christmas!

Tomoya: Ahaha. That's right~. After all as December draws near, I also get restless for some reason.

—Oops. I have to leave the dormitory soon

Aira: Are you working?

Tomoya: Yes. I have a shooting in the morning and a meeting in the afternoon. So I have to go soon.

Mitsuru: I wanted to talk with you more it's a shame~

Mitsuru: See you later, Tomo-chan!

Aira: have a good time

Tomoya: Well then, I'm going

Tomoya: (Thank goodness~...! The shooting went better than I expected! I think it was a good idea to ask Narukami-senpai for advice beforehand)

(The work in the morning went well... After eating this, I'm going to have a meeting this afternoon to discuss the contents of the "Shuffle Project"~....)

(I'm worried, what kind of plan will it be)

Haa~.... (eating noise)

(I wonder if I can do well with those members~)

Hinata: Yahho〜! Tomo-kun. Thank you for your work!

Tomoya: Hm? ....Ah, Hinata. good job

Hinata: You're having lunch, right? Me too. May I disturb you?

Hinata: Thank you♪ What should I order....?

Okay, I'm in the mood for curry with pork cutlet today!

Tomoya: That was quick~. Hinata always makes a quick decision. I feel good watching you.

Hinata: Fufufu~. Because I always want to cherish my intuition☆

Ah. Come to think of it, I heard about it~ Tomo-kun. The "Shuffle Project" thing. I heard that the members who were contacted were wrong?

Tomoya: That's right~! It was too much of a shock because I was happy after thinking that I were in the same "unit" as Hajime and the others...!

Hinata: Ahaha. I'm sorry Tomo-kun, I feel kinda bad but hearing about what happened with your shuffle unit was really funny

Tomoya: You, Think of it as someone else's problem~....

All the members are seniors, and I'm the only one younger than them, so I have to be careful.

I'm used to Akehoshi-senpai and Fushimi-senpai to some sort, but I feel like everyone else is a rogue

Hinata: Oops. Our vicepres is also quite cautious, isn't he~?

But I think I know what you mean♪

Tomoya: Even though ES said they would back it up. Looking at the current situation, no matter how you look at it, it's definitely just a comforting thought!

Hinata: hm, As expected, I feel sorry for you there. But. Isn't it all depends on the plan? Have you decided what kind of project you're going to do?

Tomoya: No, We just had a meeting last time. They are going to discuss the contents of the project now.

Hinata: Hmm. I see. So, that's where the future is going to be decided and Tomo-kun's fate will be decided.....

Tomoya: You're making too much fun of my misfortune!

Hinata: Ahaha☆ But I'm looking forward to seeing Tomo-kun's "unit" and "shuffle project"

It's okay! Hit it and break it, Tomo-kun! I'll pick up your bones♪

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sevenluckysevens · 7 years ago

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(‘▿’ʃʃ a giant swimming pool eats you for your crimes

The waves start out small, small enough that he hardly notices them, but when he does, he is sure they have always been there. It doesn’t look like a normal wave pool, but–who cares!

It’s been so long since he swam. He misses it terribly–misses the smell of chlorine, touching down to the bottom of the pool just barely, the weightlessness. He does lap after lap, and though it’s been years (why years? He can’t remember) he’s barely out of breath.

And the waves get bigger, his head dipping below the surface longer and longer each time. Now he needs to judge whether he can ride out a wave, or dive through it, check each wave to make sure it’s not breaking over his head. They also seem to be getting faster.

DAMON GANT.

A pipe organ plays in the distance. He stops what he’s doing, and looks around, but the waves continue to toss him about.

YOU HAVE FORGED EVIDENCE. YOU HAVE CAUSED…

Is that Toccata and Fugue in D Minor? Do those waves have teeth?

Is that Udgey’s voice?

…GRIEF AND SUFFERING, AND, YOU HAVE MURDERED NOT JUST ONE BUT–

The water below him drops out, as two massive waves gather on either side, and close over his head. As everything darkens–

“Never really been able to get comfortable in these prison cots, you know! Sorry if that gave you a scare!”

He slicks back his hair, addressing his cell mate, who had been awakened by his own yelp. He doesn’t tell his cell mate about the dream, and says the first thing that comes to his mind as an excuse.

“Used to get night terrors as a kid, and thought all that stopped when I got older. Funny how these things can come back, isn’t it!”

#drowning cw #Nonny #i almost went a christmas carol with this but couldn't make it work #speak comfort to me; udgey!!!

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writeroutoftime · 3 years ago

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love, actually

pairing: pope heyward x fem!reader

summary: a reimaging of the "love, actually" notecard scene (but not creepy!)

words: 0.9k

a/n: just a cute little blurb that is part of my 12 days of fics! hope you enjoy and please let me know what you thought! 💛

oOoOo

Pope stared across the beach with a drink in his hand as he watched you, Sarah, and Kie walk along the shore of the ocean, laughing and stumbling over yourselves every few steps. Remnants of a kegger were scattered across the beach, leaving only the pogues left to enjoy the beach, even in the crisp, cool air.

"Dude, just tell her how you feel already." John B said from behind Pope, slapping him on his shoulder as he took a seat next to him.

"And what would I be telling her exactly?" Pope shot back, finally taking JJ's advice - deny, deny, deny.

With a roll of his eyes, JJ joined the group, laying across the sand. "Maybe that you're massively in love with her?" he suggested. "Come on man, we're all getting tired of watching the two of you moon after each other. It's getting a little old." JJ complained.

"Well, I'm obviously not going to do that because she doesn't feel the same way, and I'm not going to ruin our friendship." Pope said with a bit of an edge to voice.

John B and JJ groaned at his response, booing in response. "Come on, Pope, take a chance."

"Yeah." John B chimed in. "Besides, what do those Christmas movies the girls always make us watch teach you? Christmas is the time when you tell people are you feel." he offered, standing up with JJ to join you, Sarah, and Kie, leaving Pope to his thoughts.

One week later, and Pope couldn't get John B's advice out his head. Maybe he should take a chance to tell you how he felt. It had to be better than bottling up his feelings every time he was near you. With a plan already in his mind, Pope got to work on his love confession.

A knock at your door had you standing, offering to see who had decided to a pay you a visit. When you opened the door, however, you were met with Pope's brown eyes wide and alert, as he clutched a handful of large, white cue cards against his chest.

"Pope, what are you doi-" you started, but were quickly cut off by Pope holding a finger against his lips.

Flipping the cards around, you stifled a giggle when you saw what had been written on the first card in Pope's messy scrawl. Tell them it's carol singers. Maybe you had forced the pogues to watch Love, Actually with you one too many times this holiday season.

"It's carol singers, I'll just be a moment." you called back inside your house, turning your attention back to Pope who turned on a recording of a Christmas song from his phone before taking a deep breath and flipping to the next card.

I know this is incredibly cheesy

The next card said, and you shrugged your shoulders with a teasing grin, pulling a grin from Pope as well. With a renewed sense of confidence, Pope turned to the next card he wrote out.

But I guess that's what Christmas is about

Your head titled to the side, confused by what he meant, but you quickly understood his meaning when you read the next card.

And on Christmas, you're honest about how you feel

So, I guess I'll say...

Pope froze for a moment, almost as if he were hesitant to flip to the next card. Your heart was beating in your chest, threatening to burst out as you waited in anticipation for what was to come next.

y/n, to me, you are perfect

Your hand moved to cover your mouth, reading Pope's sweet words.

You brighten my darkest days

No one had told you such sweet things, and the further Pope went along with his plan, the more and more your hopes began to rise.

What I'm trying to say is - I love you

Your eyes scanned the card, and you swore your heart that had just been racing came to a screeching halt. Tears prickled at your eyes as you read the phrase "I love you" over and over again. After months of pining over the boy you thought would never love you, here he was declaring his feelings before your eyes. Opening your mouth, you went to respond, but Pope hurried to the next card instead.

Like JJ loves weed or JB loves the twinkie

He flipped that card with a goofy grin, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the imagery, knowing how much both of the boys loved their respective objects.

I understand if you don't feel the same

But now you know

Merry Christmas!

The final card read, and Pope let the cards fall to the side. He gave himself one more glance at your figure before smiling at you, then turning to head back home. Before he could take 10 steps away, he heard the sound of footsteps running to close the small distance between him and your front door. Turning around, Pope stood only inches away from you, his heart soaring in anticipation.

Taking a chance, you closed the gap between you and Pope, allowing your lips to capture his for the first time. His lips were warm and soft, and you allowed yourself to be pulled closer to his body. It was like a magnetic pull kept the two of you together until you had to break away to catch your breath. Smiling at Pope, both of you couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

"I love you too." you whispered back, squeezing Pope's hands.

"Thank, God." he responded, leaning back into kiss, a smile on both of your lips. Of course, you both knew you would never hear the end about this when you told the rest of the pogues, but in that moment it was only you and Pope, just as it should be.

#pope heyward x reader #pope heyward imagine #outerbanks imagine #outerbanks x reader #obx imagine #jj maybank x reader #rita writes #rita's 12 days of fics

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shespeaksinsongs · 3 years ago

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You Are My New Fear | Letters To My Mom

TW: MOMMY ISSUES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, AND ANXIETY.

Me in my game room at about five years old.

I wish somebody would have told me that that smile I used to slather onto my face so effortlessly would soon become something I forced. I'm not sure if it would have made a difference, but it's best to be prepared in any case.

"What's your biggest fear?" My elementary best friend asked, kicking her feet giddily under the table. We were still too little to reach the floor.

"Drowning." I'd say, with a panicked look on my face, growing pale at the mere thought of dying that way.

"What are you most afraid of, hija?" My dad asked on our regular morning car rides to school.

"Drowning." I'd say, without even thinking twice. The answer was almost prepared, seeing as how casually it rolled off my tongue.

"What's your biggest fear?" My friend asked in the comfort of her room, watching as I shifted uncomfortably in my spot on her bed.

"Becoming my mother." I'd say wishing that drowning was the most of my worries.

I don't know when my default answer of drowning to death switched to the terrifying idea that I would, one day, become my mother. Still, somewhere along the lines, those little moments that I would suck up to my mom and gift her pretty pictures I spent hours working on and picking daisies from my backyard for her turned into scheduling my crying for nighttime when everyone was asleep.

Slowly but surely, I became uneasy about the idea of marriage, fearing that I'd only ruin it and become a wife like my mother. The idea of having children scared me to the point where I felt I would rather sacrifice my own happiness so that my children wouldn't have to live to see the day I turn into my mom.

Because in my eyes, my mom is a monster. She's not the kind of monster that has big, sharp teeth and scary yellow eyes, and a menacing growl. She's the kind of monster that you would never suspect. She's the bloody hand, but you were the accomplice. She was the screwdriver, but you were the loose screw. Sure, she hurt you, but you let yourself be hurt by her - so really, whose fault was it?

My mom is the kind of monster that uses your vulnerability against you in the worst way possible.

"I'm just not feeling good right now. I feel like I'm dying, and I feel tired all the time." My sixth-grade self, awkwardly positioned in the passenger's seat, turning my head away from my mom.

"Well, you know we care about you." My mom said, stoic in her demeanor and ultimately still in how she held her body up.

It was a day I'll never forget. She picked at her fingernails and anxiously tapped the gas pedal, waiting for me to be done talking about my emotions so she could drive back "home."

Warm tears stung my eyes, forcing their way down my face in slow streams. "You don't get it, I-" I stopped, knowing it wasn't worth it to try to make my mom understand feelings she'd been adamant didn't exist.

"Ay, don't be so dramatic." My mom said, waving her hand up to dismiss me and my silly ideas. She was right. I wasn't depressed or anxious, and I definitely didn't look for any excuse possible to threaten suicide against myself. My mom said so.

I don't know why I kept running back to her in times of need. Maybe it was my dream version of her that I relied on to justify my ever-growing love for her. Feasibly, it was the person I wanted her to be. And perhaps, just perhaps, my expectations of her drove me to the point where I'd convinced myself my mother was the person I saw when I closed my eyes at night.

I remember telling her things, spreading rumors I'd heard about people in the family, hoping that it would make us closer. The things I did just to make her happy...

"Mom, I'm trying my best!" I cried on the floor, cleaning up the mess my new puppy had made. She'd pooped and peed all over the kitchen. I was exhausted, previously knocked out in my bed, when my mom called me downstairs, screaming for me to get my ass down there.

"No, you're not! You never try! You're useless! I should've never had you!" My mom yelled from the bottom of her heart (or lack thereof).

Tears welled in my eyes for the millionth time because of my mother. This wasn't the first time she'd wished me dead, and it sure wouldn't be the last time. "Mommy, please just leave me alone and let me clean up." I begged, letting broken sobs come out of my mouth. I wanted to hurt her, and I wanted to hurt her as bad as she hurt me.

My mom refused to leave, yelling at me, watching as I piteously scraped my dog's contents off the wall.

It's sad that the only good memories I have of my mom are those I couldn't participate in. Instead, I have stories of her youth and how caring of a mother she used to be when I was a baby - conveniently so far back that I can't remember it. It pains me more knowing how she was before she had me, her firstborn. If she were this way her whole life, would I take it so personally?

Am I dramatic for wishing I had a mother who could hug me back when I hugged her? Am I a selfish and pathetic bitch for feeling envy when I see how my friends' moms act with them? Why can't my mom love me the way she loves her? Why does my mom have more pictures of her first niece than she does of me? What did I do to her?

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" I said, running up to my mother, holding my report card in the air like a shiny new toy - all A's.

"Nice job, Fio. I'm so proud of you. You're doing great. Keep it up." My mom said softly, pulling me into a warm hug. Somehow, that was all I needed - that's all I wanted. It really is a shame that that memory is fake.

I have plenty of other fake memories that I store in my head, letting the (also fake) backstories take over my mind when I go to sleep. For one of them, I was romping around on an old swing set, one that made little squeaky noises whenever I swung too high.

Somehow, I lose control of the swing, and my mom comes rushing up to me, worried and begging for me to tell her how she could help. I don't know when or how she got there (my dad was usually the one to take me to the park), but what I do know is she's exactly who I needed there at that moment.

So many real memories I have of me needing my mother most, waiting for the day she would actually turn up in one of them. She was always the first to pick me up in school lines. She was always at my open houses. She attended every grade promotion I had. But she was never there. It was all a facade. She'd said so herself that she craved being the all-star mom, the one who'd win several gold medals if there were award ceremonies for that sort of thing.

Her perfectionism is what makes her corrupt. She has spent my entire life telling me what to do, how to do it, scolding me for not doing it the way she imagined me doing it in her head.

She refused to seek help when that's all I wanted her to do.

"What do you want for your birthday, hija?" My dad asked, glancing at me while keeping his eyes fixed on the road, humming along to a Christmas carol playing on the radio.

"Honestly, dad?" I asked, only twelve years old, my green eyes twinkling in hope.

"Whatever your heart desires." My dad said in a goofy voice, making me smile.

"I want Mom to get help." I said sadly, hoping my dad would agree and push the idea upon my mom.

My mother went to therapy for four months. My dad had to pay her every session for her to go. In my mom's life, money has never been an obstacle. Her father was a middle-high class socialite in Venezuela who worked in engineering and oil companies. Her mother, who passed away of Leukemia when she was twelve, spoiled her rotten until her very last breath.

Eventually, I became mentally sick to the core. Writing and singing, my two favorite things in the world, became hobbies, and life had lost its zesty twang. Little things like music and the people I passed on the street that waved "hello" at me became nuisances. My mom "gave up" her therapy so I could get help.

I still wonder if she did it for herself or for me.

A few times a year, I get asked what my biggest fear is. Sometimes it comes up in conversation. Other times I create the question, not thinking about the consequences if people answer with "Spiders, yours?"

Each time I get asked, I take a deep breath and lie. "The dark." I say now, the idea of death by sea sounding more of tranquility than a travesty.

I look back at the old pictures I have of myself, a smiley and shy little girl who was afraid of nothing and everything at the same time. To her, I ask, "When you have nothing to lose, why be afraid?"

Me, with my baby doll at age three. I loved taking care of her. I used to take her everywhere with me.

#open letter #dear mom hlbutterfly #hlbutterflyoriginal

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kozutenshi · 4 years ago

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"Hand me the coconut pieces love." His hand reached out in front of you as you followed Osamu. You watched him learn the Filipino delicacy carefully, the recipe flashed on his phone screen.

He felt your arms circle around him and he laughed, turning around to look at you. "I can't cook if you're latched on me like this bub." Your reply was muffled as you buried yourself in him. "Why not?" His scent filled your nose, his heartbeat pacing rapidly in his chest.

"The cook needs a helper too, you know? You also have to prepare the ingredients."

"You can do it though."

"It's different when you're the one doing it."

"It makes me happy seeing you with me here in my happy place." His cheeky smile warmed you up as he let you go. He taps your cheek with his finger, muttering an almost inaudible "cute" before turning back to his work to hide his red face. You smiled, pleased with what he said, and resumed your own task.

"I'll stay here as long as you want me to, then."

He froze at your statement, growing even more flustered.

"As long as i want to?"

"Yep! as long as you want me here with you, i'll be here!"

He was probably overreacting but his heart seized, the tears welling up in his eyes as he smiles and continues his work.

TUPIG

— A delicacy commonly cooked in banana leaves though it differs per town.

— A treat served to friends, relatives and Christmas carolers to wish them well in the coming New Year and give their thanks.

— Traditionally popular around Christmas but can be served as snacks in a normal day. It can even be bought on food stalls at the side of the road.

— A pastry from diket(a soft & oily variety of rice used for native sweets) cooked in coconut milk, molasses and sesame seeds. They also sometimes put in actual pieces of coconut.

He reeked badly of alcohol.

Atsumu scrunched his nose on the smell, supporting his twin as he stumbled into their shared apartment. Osamu had never been this wasted, at least as of he knew. He considered calling for Kita or Suna, but they might as well be sleeping.

He was sloppy in cleaning up Osamu's mess, but at least his twin was better. He groaned in his sleep before softly snoring, making Atsumu regret that he placed his twin in his bed. His eyes stung from being woken up early, 5:34 am to be exact, with a phone call.

Not really knowing what to do now, he thought of you and what happened the past month.

It started with a simple "misunderstanding" that had been resolved probably way too quickly. Interning in a diner for his course, Atsumu thought that it would be nice to drop by with you one night, but arrived at the wrong time. Osamu, covered in a light sheen of sweat, had his hair messed up, a girl on top of him as he tried to push her off. It was obvious, and you knew that, but the image was burned in your mind.

Next were the nightmares. It wasn't too bad, but the image of him with another company pushed your buttons. It wasn't Osamu's fault. It was no one's fault. But your trust to other people had been lessened, and Atsumu found himself accompanying you every night at the diner. It benefitted him, as he learned more about you, and your relationship with Osamu, but he found his twin in a leash.

Osamu was being choked.

Atsumu had seen it, but as he found himself stopping the two of you from fighting, he knew he made a mistake of not doing anything beforehand.

Maybe getting a little booze really hits different sometimes.

He found you leaving the apartment immediately that night, tears overflowing just like Osamu, and it was too late.

He hadn't seen you ever since, and Osamu had finished his internship with an empty space in his heart.

Maybe it would be so much easier if you were here.

Atsumu was no fool. He knew that his twin loved you enough to give everything he had for you. His finger found himself tapping your number in his screen, the call button open for him to press, until he found himself looking at another face.

"'Samu! Don't scare me like that!"

"You're terrified of my face?"

"Yes!"

"... We share the same face."

"Well not now! You look so dead."

He sighed as he tried to push Osamu to his own room but his twin didn't budge. Instead, his gray-haired twin looks away and tugged his wrist to catch his attention. "'Tsumu, am i going to lose her?"

He felt himself break. How was he supposed to know? It was your relationship. He was just an onlooker. He ruffled his twin's hair, gazing at him sadly. "How am I supposed to know? I'm the idiot here." It made his twin chuckle and lean on his shoulder. "Damn right."

"You're supposed to say I'm not, stupid."

"Oh.. but I don't want to lie."

"On second thought, I hate you."

A few minutes later, Osamu had gone to sleep and Atsumu dialed your number.

The call was unexpected, making you even more nervous as you arrived at a familiar doorstep hours later. Has anything changed since you last came here? Shame flooded you, and you found yourself teary-eyed as you knocked on their door.

"Good morning 'Tsumu."

His smile and embrace was warm as he welcomed you into their flat. "Good morning n/n!" His face fell as he detached himself from you with a pout when you didn't respond to his hug. "Damn, don't act so cold around me please. I ain't yer ex here." You chuckled at his pettiness. "I'm just not sure how to act." Nodding, he muttered a small "understandable." before putting his essentials in his bag.

Looking around, the place looks tidied up but there was something missing. Despite the enchanting feel of the kitchen with the sun shining brightly through the window, it felt empty.

"He hasn't used the kitchen for a month, if you're wondering." You gulped down the guilt as you looked over to the sound of Atsumu's keys. "I'm heading out for practice. Thank you for this, n/n." You nodded and got to cooking, carefully handling everything to not create unnecessary noise.

He groggily made his way to the smell of food, wondering if Atsumu finally decided to learn how to cook properly.

Only to find you, sleeping peacefully, your head on the kitchen counter.

With all his remaining strength, he tried to lift you, only for you to wake up. "You're awake." He looks down at you in his arms before looking away. You rubbed your eyes as you easily moved out of his reach, the disappearance of your comforting warmth making him deflate. The sound of utensils and the soup being poured filled the tense atmosphere of the kitchen, none of you knowing what to say.

"Why—"

The two of you locked eyes briefly before you placed the soup and decided to distract yourself through looking down and fidgeting with your fingers. He notes the gesture mentally, before he sighed. "You go first."

"Why are you sick?"

"I went drinking with some classmates. Why are you here?"

"Atsumu had to go out and he called me here. Why did you go home so late?"

"Well, if I'm honest, I don't remember. I just know I blacked out and then the place was closing so.. I think you get it. Why are you asking?"

"Just.. curious."

Just like that, the atmosphere went back to being awkward as he silently sipped some of the soup. He had a satisfied look on his face, making your face warm. "I- Is the soup good?" He smiled at you and nodded, the shine in his eyes evident. "Better than before." You both froze at his comment as he turned away. "Sorry that wasn't.." He knew he couldn't take back the words. He found his eyes straying back to your hand slowly, hesitantly, reaching for his. He mindlessly took it under his palm, his heat slightly stinging your hands. "You're still too warm."

"Maybe I need a little bit more TLC."

"Yeah. Maybe-"

Your heartbeat pounded loudly as you realized what he was talking about but he was already laughing at your slip. "You really fell for it." Out of embarrassment, you withdrew your hand from his, fidgeting. "It's not funny." Your angry pout only made him laugh even more, tapping your cheek before wheezing a small "cute" in between his laughter.

Somehow it felt familiar as you also started smiling at the sight. It made him stop, drawing near your face. "I finally made you smile." Your face warmed even more as he pecked your lips. "Oh wait. I'm sick. Sorry."

You still haven't processed what he did when he stood up and carried his bowl to the sink, the said ill person about to wash it.

"Wait. I'll do it."

"Nah. I can do it."

"I know but.. I want to make it up to you."

He froze at your statement before chuckling. "What do you mean?"

"I messed up on our last fight. And I didn't notice it. So I wanna make it up to you."

"Isn't it.. Isn't it both our fault?"

"... I mean.. but.."

"Exactly. You cooked today so I'm cleaning the dishes."

He proceeded into cleaning them, humming under his breath. You only looked at his broad back, the muscles slightly moving under his shirt and the apron is tied loosely around his waist.

Like the other times the two of you shared the kitchen, your safe space.

Before you know it, your hands were around him, making him freeze like a statue. "I'm sorry." And though what you did was probably one of the most toxic things you can do, you found yourself being pressed close to his chest as he faced you, a fond smile on his face. "I'm sorry too, love."

"Let's cook tupig together when I'm not sick anymore, yeah?"

You squeezed him as you nodded, making him laugh at the gesture but returning it.

FARERS: @akasuns @doodleniella @kenmakodzu @lyzzklm @mfcassandra @oikaw-ugh @seijohlogy @thesecondapplepienation

happy new year to all of you reading this kith xx

#osamu miya x you #osamu miya x y/n #miya osamu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fluff #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya #miya twins #haikyuu osamu miya #haikyuu osamu #osamu x reader #osamu imagine #osamu headcanons #osamu hcs #⎙—files!

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dragon-kazansky · 4 years ago

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A Fantastic Christmas: Theseus Scamander

Chapter eight - Christmas shopping

As you finished work, your colleague comes up to you and grins wickedly.

"You, me, shopping. Let's go!"

"Shopping?"

"Yeah. For Christmas! You'll need things, right? Plus, you'll probably want to get Mr. Scamander something."

"I got him a card."

"What about a present? Aren't you two... close?" They wiggle their eyebrows at you.

"What are you implying?" You narrows your eyes at them.

"Sam, who works three floors up lives further up your street."

"So? It's a street, more than dozen people live there."

"So~ she saw something interesting and mentioned it to me this morning."

"Saw what?"

"Theseus Scamander's scarf. Outside your house. On a snowman. The one he wears into work most days. Turns out he wasn't wearing it today. Probably has something to do with the fact it's in your bag."

You can't stop the blood rushing to your face.

"Shut up!"

"What did you two get up last night?" They ask, leaning in close as if this would be the best gossip all year.

"Nothing! We built a snowman, had some tea, talked and then he left."

"Talk about what?"

"Work."

Their face blanks and they sigh, sitting back in their chair dejected.

"Work? That's dull."

"Sorry to get your hopes up, but nothing will happen between us. He's basically our boss!"

"But you fancy him!"

"Shut up before someone hears you!" You hiss.

They just giggle as they leave. You would do your own shopping.

You grab your stuff and leave, making sure the scarf was secure in your bag.

Town was busy. Stalls were set up up and down every street. Shops kept their doors wide open to keep the flow of customers going. Music played loudly from bands on the street corners. Carollers sang to their hearts content. Children were drawn to every window, hoping they would see something they would like.

It felt wonderful.

You popped in and out of shops, grabbing a few things for your friends and colleagues. They were only small things. More of a thank you gift, you supposed.

However, Theseus was on your mind. More so when you passed a shop with expensive clothes in the window. You were drawn to one particular display. You still hadn't got anything for the Christmas party coming up. You wanted to look nice as you were attending with Theseus.

You also hadn't bought him a present yet. Your colleague was right, you wanted to get him something.

He had no idea just how much you liked him.

You went inside. There were outfits of all types around. Everything a different colour, different fabric. It was almost overwhelming to be there. You, however, were drawn to one display in the window. The outfit just stood out to you.

The clerk came over with a smile. She said nothing as she waved for someone to fetch it. She had seen you looking at it since you arrived.

You were ushered into the changing room, urged to try it on for size. The assistant even helped choose accessories. You looked amazing!

There was no question about it. You bought it there and then.

As you were leaving the store, bags in hand, you bumped into someone. You looked up to meet the familiar face of Newt Scamander.

"Oh, Y/N, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention." He gave an awkward smile.

"It's my fault too. I wasn't either."

You both smile at each other, not sure where to take the conversation. You didn't exactly know each other all that well, only through Theseus.

You spoke before you even thought about it.

"How is Theseus? I haven't seem him today. His department were rushed off their feet today." You start, hoping maybe you and Newt could bond a little bit.

"He's alright. He's around here somewhere." Newt looks behind him, but neither of you spot him. "He went off to buy a present for someone."

"Ah, I see..." You couldn't quite hold back your disappointment. You would have liked to see him. "I'll... let you get back to your shopping." You offer Newt a small smile and he nods in response, giving a small wave as you part ways.

Just as you reach the end of the street, Theseus comes over to where Newt had been standing. He sees his brother looking up and follows his brother's gaze.

"Was that Y/N?"

"It was."

"How are they?"

Newt almost wanted to laugh, instead he looked at his brother and said, "they were disappointed they didn't bump into you. I think they also bought their outfit for the party." Newt looked up at the store behind his brother. The display in the window was being changed due to the fact it was now missing an outfit.

Theseus smiled as he looked at the empty mannequin.

Were you hoping to impress him at the party?

#theseus scamander #theseus scamander x reader #fantastic beasts #christmas #a fantastic christmas

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lululawrence · 3 years ago

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lululawrence's November/December 2021 Catch-Up Fic List

Previous Fic Lists / Lulu’s List Podcast Masterpost

It is the second Friday in January, which means it is time for another catch-up episode of my podcast! The podcast is now also available to coincide with this fic list.

These fics were incredible reads, and I'm very excited to share the podcast episode with you as I discuss in more depth what I loved so much about them! I will link the podcast here when it is posted.

As always, be sure to show your love and appreciation for all of the hard work our fandom authors have put into their fics with kudos, nice comments, and (when applicable) reblogging their fic posts.

go as slow as you want to by @choface / whensheflies (5k, M, Nick/Harry , canon compliant, HS1 era, past Harry/Louis, pining, like ALL THE FUCKING PINING NICK COULD NOT POSSIBLY PINE MORE, mutual pining, friends to lovers, like legit this is the most clumsy and perfectly in character fic I've read of these two trying to make shit work, absolute disasters and I loved every single moment)

I Want All Your Saturday Nights by @homosociallyyours / homosociallyyours (11k, T, Harry/Louis, Reverse Bang Fic, Famous/Famous, Girl Direction, Actress Louis, SNL Comedienne Harry, Flirting, like so much flirting i fucking loved it, Humor, Fluff, this fic was such a shot of happiness and joy and was so perfectly balanced with everything, As per usual Megan was amazing)

take my hand, wreck my plans by @daggerandrose / amomentoflove (38k, T, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Cinderella AU, A/B/O, Royal omega Harry, Cinderella character alpha Louis, This version of the Cinderella retelling leans heavily on the Lily James film, or at least that's what I thought, and It's amazing OMG, fairy godbrother!!!!, I might have squealed when he appeared, this fic was just so much fun and the dynamics were played with in the most perfect way, i adored it)

Feels Like The First Time by @jaerie / jaerie (3k, E, Harry/Louis, PWP, Exes to Lovers, Lactation Kink, A/B/O, alpha Louis, omega Harry, single parent Harry, semi-public sex, breastfeeding, role play to an extent?, hahaha this fic is just pure filth but if you're on board with that, then you surely will not be disappointed)

Harry's Chicken Soup by @samunderthelights / UnderTheGoldenLights (Samunderthelights) (2k, G, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, New Neighbors, Strangers to Lovers, hurt/comfort, kinda haha, more like sick/comfort, hahaha anyway just know I reread this entire fic accidentally because I went looking for the blog, and I couldn't stop myself, it's just so soft and cute I really do love it haha)

Little Saint Nick by @ladyaj-13 / LadyAJ_13 (11k, T, Nick/Louis, Inspired by A Christmas Carol, Christmas fic, Supernatural Elements, curses, This fic was just so incredibly lovely, Nick was basically Radio 1 DJ Nick, but Louis wasn't famous, and while there more concerning parts, it's Lady AJ and this fic is the most fascinating and incredible world building, So soft in the end and so many feelings, And I loved Nick's lessons he learned and just omgoshhhhh anyway please read it)

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Gift Opening (2k, E, Harry/Louis, Zayn/Louis, Liam/Louis, Niall/Louis, Christmas fic, glory hole fic, Louis is the one who mans the glory hole if you can't tell, and he has another offer on for Christmas, and he just so happens to have his favorite customer return and they might just figure shit out maybe!, but honestly these pwp are sizzlin hehe)

Single Bells Ring by @absoloutenonsense / nonsensedarling (17k, M, Harry/Louis, Christmas fic, A/B/O, non-traditional A/B/O dynamics, speed dating, Louis is dragged there in support of Liam, Harry's running the punny dating fun, strangers to lovers, flirting, banter, alpha Louis, alpha Harry, omega Liam, I had a dream about this fic around six years before it posted, and it was everything I didn't even realize I wanted and needed it to be, so read the fic that made me a prophetess and absoloutenonsense a fulfillment to prophecy, lolllll)

To Will, To Wander, To Want, To Wonder by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (6k, T, Harry/Louis, mini Secret Santa exchange fic, A/B/O, Royal AU, kidnapping, rescue mission, fae magic, omega prince Louis, alpha prince Harry, and btw it is HARRY who is kidnapped and not Louis !!!!!!!!, MIX UP THOSE DYNAMICS YAS, acquaintances to lovers, okay listen, this was written for me and it was anonymously emmu even though i knew it was her as soon as i saw the title hahahaha, just know it's perfect and i LOVE IT SO MUCH and please read it, that's all thank you)

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drvrslcense · 6 years ago

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A Christmas Kiss

Summary: In which Peter, Ned, and You had a Christmas Eve sleepover.

Pairing: Bestfriend to Lovers!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mild angst, mild swearing, mentions of suicide and fluff?

Prompts:

Christmas Prompt no. 7: “We’re seriously not going to be the people who dress up in ugly sweaters and go caroling, are we?”

Dialogue Prompt no. 5: “Do I even want to know what's going on here?”

Word Count: 2,700+

A/N: Hiii! This is my first fic ever with an MCU character and I’m so glad that it’s for @fratboievans‘ and @wayfaring----stranger‘s Christmas/Birthday writing challenge. I just wanna wish the both of you happy birthdayyy! May your year stay great as they can be.

This is also my first ever fanficc! And gahh I’m so glad to be able to share this with y’all. Lemme know what you think. Have a great day! Much love xx

“Why do bad things always happen to me?” You sighed looking down as you ask Peter. The both of you sitting next to each other in a park you both found during your walk through the neighborhood.

You are having a very sucky year. First, you failed a lot of your subjects due to the teacher's favoritism. You know you are doing well in school but due to favorites they are always beating you up, and using their charm to confound the teachers, that kinda thing. Second, your phone broke down. Your phone had a lot of things you wanted to treasure; pictures of you with your friends, and pictures of you visiting your family members in the Philippines. Especially, the stories you made. Writing stories is and always will be your thing. You just love to open and enhance the possibilities of a story. Like when you saw a girl with her father spending time together, your mind just starts to wonder about the stories you could make with the two of them. Third, you lost your older brother. He was your only sibling and his suicide was something that left you dumbfounded. He was doing well, you never saw it coming. He was so happy the day before, and you just don’t know why he was so broken the next that he did it.

“Why?” Peter asked, of course he knew what happened but he thought that you’re doing better, that you’re recovering from the traumas.

“My heart feels so heavy right now. I thought I could handle it, but damn it I couldn’t,” You started tearing up and Peter pulled you closer to his chest so that you are leaning into him.

“Shh. Shh. Y/N it’s alright, it’s alright,” Peter said as he tried to calm you down. You are now sobbing into his chest because you just couldn’t hold it any longer.

“I’m sorry, it’s all been so hard for me. My parents are now being distant because of his death. They keep going to work and whenever I need them most they aren't answering their phones,” It’s true. Your parents are now distant, Peter remembered that your parents are always a call away. They would answer their phones anytime, and they would show up to your writing competitions and recognition days. But now, they are rarely around, it’s just Peter and Ned attending your competition and going to your recognition.

“Hey, they are just dealing with the pain. However, they are doing it their way. And you’re doing your own way of coping, of getting used to,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” You said as you wipe your eyes getting rid of the tears.

“Yeah, I’m always right,” Peter said, his lips forming a small smile. You burst out laughing even though your cheeks are tear-stained, and your eyes glossy from sobbing.

“Don’t be so full of yourself, Parker,” You said as you stared into his eyes, smiling softly because of his efforts to make you crack a smile.

“I know it’s the 24th and it’s snowing but why don’t you and Ned come over and let’s have a movie night?” Peter suggested. “It’s just that I realized we need it, after all that has happened to us this year. I think we deserve it.”

“Yeah, great idea. Maybe we could just sleep there,” You agreed, as you started to open the flip phone your parents lent you as a temporary phone as you are still saving up to pay for a new phone as your phone cannot be fixed. It was a lesson to make you save up for a new phone instead of your parents buying it. You texted your mom to let her know that you are sleeping over at Peter’s tonight and she agrees saying that you have to be back by 8am tomorrow.

***

You and Peter are now at your house as you needed to get some things for the sleepover. You packed overnight clothes and got changed to a more comfy wear. You also grabbed the gifts you have for Peter, Ned, and Aunt May.

“You ready?” Peter asks as he sees you holding a bag with all the things you packed. You nodded and he grabbed your bag to carry it on the way to his home.

“Peter, why aren’t you patrolling today?” You asked him, as the both of you are walking towards his apartment knowing full well that by this time of day he’s patrolling the neighborhood for any crimes happening.

“Because it’s Christmas Eve and I want to enjoy it as much as I possibly can. I’ll just patrol at dawn,” He answered putting his arms around you.

***

“What movie are we going to watch?” Ned asks as he enters the apartment.

“I don’t know, what can we watch?” You passed the question to Peter.

“Maybe we can watch Atlantis?” He suggested. Atlantis: The Lost Empire is one of you and their favorite movie, aside from Star Wars of course.

“Sure, I’ll get the snacks ready,” You said as you went inside the kitchen to get some sodas and chips.

“I’ll help you,” Aunt May said coming from her bedroom. “God knows I needed a break,” The three of you didn’t know what Aunt May was doing and she seems really into it these past few weeks. Every time you are over at Peter’s these past few weeks, you would just hear Aunt May cursing in her room saying that she got bit by an ant.

“Sure,” You nodded and started getting to work.

“How are you, sweetheart?” Aunt May asked, her being a second mother to you ever since you and Peter became friends.

“I’m alright,” You said, smiling to her.

“How are your parents?” She asked, she and your parents are close, because you and Peter have been friends ever since Middle grade.

“They’re alright. They are just suffocating themselves into work every day,” You said

“Oh, honey” May cooed, “It’s alright. They’re just distracting themselves to deal with what has happened. It was hard, I know. I also know that it’s harder to need them in times like these. That’s why you should always know that Peter and I are always here for you.”

“Thank you, Aunt May” You said smiling genuinely to her.

“Now, let’s give these snacks to those monsters,” She said grabbing some chips from the cabinet as you grabbed sodas from the fridge.

“Snack up, boys! We better start the movie,” You said as you entered the room.

“Shhh.” The boys shushed you as they are in a heated rock, paper, and scissors battle. Ned did rock, and Peter picked paper so naturally, Peter won.

“WHAT!” Ned yelled in disbelief as he watched his best friend dance around the room.

“Why did you guys have a rock, paper, and scissors battle?” You asked them putting down the sodas while Aunt May put down the chips.

"We were bored and too lazy to get up from this position, so when I heard your footsteps we did rock, paper, and scissors and yeah," Ned said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Okay? I'll just be the one who plays the movie," You said, not believing Ned's answer.

"Wait. I'll do it!" Peter said standing up so fast that he almost fell but luckily he regained his balance.

"If you say so," You sat down and Peter played the movie. After Peter pressed play, he sat down next to you, and put his arms around you while stealing Ned's chips.

You and Peter are just friends, really. You're not in a relationship with each other. It's a common misconception about the two of you.

***

After the movie since it's 12am and the three of you couldn't wait to open the gifts. All of you decided to open the gifts, of course Aunt May went along with it and brought her gifts out for all of you to open

"Okay, first up to distribute gifts is Ned," Peter announced as Ned is looking like an overexcited child. Ned stood up from his position and went around and gave gifts to everyone. He gave Aunt May a 'You are here' mug from Starbucks. He gave Peter an Avengers Logo Set, and he gave you a book you have always wanted, but never bought.

"Thank you, Ned!" You gushed as you hugged the book while you see Peter stand up and distribute his gifts to everyone. Peter gave Ned some supplies for being his guy in a chair, he gave Aunt May a handwritten letter and a ring while he gave you a necklace that has a rose pendant on it.

It is now your turn and you got Ned a storm trooper helmet, and a Spider-Man shirt. You got Aunt May a book you know she'll enjoy reading in her spare time and a necklace with her name in cursive, then you gave Peter a Spider necklace; wherein the spider opens up and reveals a picture of the two of you.

"Thank you, Y/N," Peter said, smiling so sweetly to you that it made you feel butterflies errupt through your whole entire being.

And now, it's Aunt May's turn to distribute the gifts. "I know I've been busy these past few weeks, and it was because I was making these for all of you,"

She gave all of you two different knitted jumpers. One with designs that symbolizes each of you. Like how Peter got a spider on his, Ned got a storm trooper helmet on his, and you got a rose. And another that just looks ridiculous but she thought it's cute.

The three of you tried the ugly sweater one and all of you in the room bursts out laughing.

"See! Told you it would be cute," Aunt May said between her laughs. “Oh, and it lights up!” She reached over Peter’s side and pushed something that made the reindeer design on his light up. Ned reached over his left side and pushed something making his Christmas hat design light up. You pushed yours and the Christmas tree design on yours light up.

“Maybe we could go caroling wearing this sweater?” You suggested between laughs as Peter and Ned’s cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, as theirs not only lights up but plays a hideous Christmas song. “Aunt May, I don’t know how you’ve done it but these are great,” You laughed harder.

“Y/N, stop,” Peter whined trying to turn off his sweater but to no avail, he cannot reach the button on his side since Aunt May put it farther than the rest of you.

“Okay, okay,” You calmed yourself down, but Aunt May couldn’t stop laughing.

“We’re seriously not going to be the people who dress up in ugly sweaters and go caroling, are we?” Peter asks looking terrified of the thought.

“We could be those people,” You said teasingly, your lips turning into a smirk.

“Yeah, it would be fun,” Aunt May backed you up, and Ned’s and Peter’s eyes widen.

“No, no, no,” They kept repeating as they remove the sweater.

“Why did you buys remove it?” Aunt May asked when she calmed down.

“Uhh, heh,” Ned stammers as he tried to come up with an explanation.

“We just don’t want to go caroling, and for the love of God, we cannot sing,” Peter whined as he is pretty terrified of singing in front of a lot of people because of what happened in middle grade talent show. You convinced him to sing and dance with you, and he agreed. So yeah, the rest is history. “Now, can we please watch a movie?”

Aunt May laughed and said, “You boys, yeah you can. I’ll sleep. Goodnight, Love you all! See you later!”

“Goodnight, Aunt May,” The three of you said in unison.

All of you watched a movie, and during the movie all of you got cold and wore the sweaters. Ned fell asleep during the movie.

“We should draw on his face,” You suggested.

“Yeah, we should,” Peter agreed.

The both of you got up and went inside Peter’s room to look for washable markers. While you are in his room, you saw his web shooters in his table. You grabbed one and wore it in your wrist.

“Pew, pew,” You said pretending to shoot Peter. Peter turned around from his closet and saw that you are pointing at him while pretending to shoot a web at him.

“No, Y/N. its thwip,” Peter said grabbing the other one and placing it on his wrist demonstrating it to you.

“No, it’s pew pew,” You said, unbeknownst to you, you accidentally pushed the button making webs come out and hit Peter.

That started a web shooting battle, Peter hit you with his then the both of you ran around the room, shooting each other. Because of Peter’s ability to crawl on the walls, he had an advantage and he decided to use it against you. He was behind you and he started to crawl up the wall so he’s now above you. Then, he sprayed the web shooter in your head, which made you turn and look up.

“Peter, that’s not fair,” You said, your lips turning into a pout.

“Awh,” He said.

You stared at his eyes, noticing it dart down your lips and back into your eyes. It made you feel like in a winter wonderland special wherein he’s the prince, and you’re the girl he fell in love with. It made you feel awkward, that it caused you to look down and fiddle with the ends of your sweater. Peter’s small smile turned into a frown as he reached down, and lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered so soft that it made you feel so special. You didn’t answer instead, your eyes darted around the room looking at everything instead of him in front of you. He then held your face in between his hands to make you look at him. You meet his eyes and saw that loving gaze dancing around inside. Then you started to lift yourself higher, and he started to lean down. He captured his lips into yours and your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. It made you feel like you’re in the clouds, with your eyes close free of pain and worry.

Due to breathlessness, the both of you pulled away and Peter went down from the ceiling.

“I like you, Y/N, I like you so much that I think I’m falling in love with you,” Peter said. He said so fast that you can notice that he’s panicking.

“I think, I’m falling in love with you too,” You whispered. He then caressed your cheeks, and pulled you in. The both of you leaning in and in and in.

“Do I even want to know what's going on here?” Ned asked stopping the both of you from leaning in. The both of you looked towards his sleepy state and started laughing. Laughing so hard that the both of you toppled over and fell.

Ned looked confused by your actions, and retreated back to his position when he fell asleep. The both of you sobered up and went back into the living room where Ned is back, fast asleep. The both of you laughed quietly and sat beside each other in the sofa.

"How long until these webs come off?" You asked Peter as it is already making you itchy.

"Just a few minutes more, the formula I used there is not yet stable," Peter explained.

"Okay," You believe him.

"Hey, you got the Christmas kiss you've always wanted," Peter said out of the blue while you were falling asleep beside him.

"Yeah, I guess I did," You said, smiling to yourself the satisfaction growing inside of you. The both of you fell asleep next to each other.

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