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icallhimjoey · 10 days ago

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eddie?! 👀 did you say EDDIE?!?! 👀👀👀👀

i DID say eddie! i had a tiny idea that fit the version of eddie ive written before (and the only version of eddie ive written before) and so... here we are. i am: so sorry. Wordcount: 6.6K

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Let’s Go Home

(find all other parts of this story here)

“Let’s go get him.”

You sound very determined for someone completely unsure of how to handle the situation. It’s difficult to watch someone so deeply unhappy struggle with parts of their past they can’t seem to get a grip on.

“I… what?” two wet, red-rimmed eyes stare back at you. Confused. A little annoyed.

“Yea. Come on. Let’s go. We’re packing our bags and we’re going to go pick him up and bring him back here.”

Eddie doesn’t get it. Frowns, entirely unsure of who you’re talking about.

“Steve’s already here… and Wayne is coming here for Christmas, we don’t need to–…” he looks so tired.

“I know we don’t need to.”

It always happened when the days got a little shorter. When the nights got colder and Christmas loomed. When happy, wholesome family moments would be advertised all over the world, and it all became glaringly obvious – once again – how that was something Eddie never got to be a part of when he was little. Not until Wayne took him in and tried his best to make the holidays special in his own way.

No matter how hard Wayne tried, though, the bitter aftertaste of abandonment and loneliness was impossible to get rid of.

Eddie would never admit this to Wayne, but celebrating Christmas just the two of them felt just as pathetic and lonely as it had done when he lived with his parents still.

Different.

Definitely not as traumatizing, which was good.

But still dreary, and sad, with a lot of playing pretend that he was okay and happy and fine.

He was never okay and happy and fine.

Still isn’t okay and happy and fine.

That’s not Wayne’s fault, Eddie knows, and he feels like a shitty person because Wayne always tried his best. Did what he could. It just never quite worked.

Christmas would roll around, and Eddie would get depressed.

That’s just what happened.

Eddie would slip into sadness, scary thoughts intruding happy places they weren’t allowed to settle into, but he’d not yet learnt how to tell them to fuck off. To leave him alone. Didn’t know how to get the uninvited guests out of his house, and felt powerless as he watched them settle into his living room. Nothing he could do about it.

Somber, pensive moments would slowly stretch until they covered most of the day. Mornings were the happiest, still. He’d wake up after falling asleep eventually, never managing to slip into dreams before 3 AM, and for a moment, he’d forget. The short amount of sleep would have him tired enough to not remember the reality of his life for a second, and in those moments, it would just be you in bed with him and that would be the only thing in existence.

It’s awful to feel reality set into someone’s body mid-hug.

You wish you knew how to keep it out.

Over the years Eddie had learnt he had to vocalize his feelings. His thoughts. Knew that a burden shared was a burden halved, but knowing things in theory didn’t make them easier in practice.

“What can I do? Let me help.” You’d whisper, and Eddie was lucky you’d known each other for so long. There were no worried questions of are you okay, or a concerned soft hey what’s wrong.

You know he’s not okay, and you know what’s wrong.

“You, here. That’s all you need to do.” Eddie would murmur and he’d pull you in to hold you for a short while. And sometimes, that would temporarily fix him.

There is part of Eddie that honestly thinks if he doesn’t think about it, that it’ll be okay.

If he ignores it for long enough, it might go away by itself.

He’s lucky that sometimes, it does.

He pretends that the foundation of shit that he’d been given for his life hasn’t got all the cracks in. The house he has tried to build on top might shake a bit in the wind, but he can convince himself that the strong support beams that have been put in place will make sure the whole thing doesn’t collapse.

But it’s getting closer and closer to Christmas, and he’s sinking deeper and deeper into everything that’s dark, and cold, and uncomfortable, and painful, and scary.

Everything is designed to make people feel happy around this time of year, and he’s in LA where the sun shines all year long and it doesn’t even really get cold at all. Not like it gets cold in Hawkins. The days don’t really get that much shorter, and he can go outside in a T-shirt and be fine. But maybe that’s precisely the problem right now; there’s no quick get inside the house, and no let me warm your hands up for you.

The comfort of a frozen nose that get nuzzled back to life is unattainable in LA.

“Can you go to another meeting? Would that help, do you think?” you silently ask him one evening, hidden under the covers and too tired to stay awake for much longer, even though you know Eddie’s wide awake next to you. He’ll toss and turn for a couple more hours after you’ve drifted off.

“Yea, of course. I should.” Eddie is quick to reply, but you know he doesn’t want to.

Talking about his addiction with strangers when he’s trying his best to pretend it’s not there will just make things worse, he thinks. Logically, he knows it probably won’t, but there’s always that fear.

“Can I join you?”

You feel how Eddie shifts in bed, probably to take a look at you, but your eyes are closed and you’re about to fall asleep. This isn’t the time to fall into a conversation in which he asks you why on earth you would want to hear a lot of people you don’t know talk about a lot of drastic measures you don’t need to know people let themselves be pushed to sometimes.

So instead, you feel a kiss press to your temple, and he whispers, “Sure you can.”

At first, Eddie doesn’t say much in the meeting you join him for. You mostly listen to issues other people bring forward, and try to think of things you’d do if Eddie was the person speaking. If he was the one with all of those problems. How would you help?

How would you fix it?

When a kind, soft-spoken voice asks if there’s anyone new who wants to share, a lot of eyes fall on you, and you shift in your seat. Sit up a little. Feel Eddie squeeze your hand in his which could have meant, it’s okay, you can tell people why you’re here, but instead it means, I got this.

Eddie talks.

Tells everyone about how he feels like he’s deep in a depression and that he doesn’t really know how to get out of the dark pit he’s fallen into.

How it feels like he’s five years old and stuck in a small dark room, and he’s feeling all over the walls but can’t locate the light switch, and the longer he’s looking, the more he starts feeling claustrophobic in there.

You make the mistake of asking him if he can call out for help.

“Have you tried asking? Maybe someone else can turn the light on for you…”

Eddie breaks down, elbows on his knees, face hidden from the group as he looks at the wooden floor boards through his tears.

It’s not your fault.

Eddie doesn’t expect you to understand the feeling of being so utterly helpless and alone that he knows there’s no use in even trying to call for help.

No one would’ve answered.

You scoot your seat closer to his, and lean into his side as you wrap an arm around his back, fingers curling around his shoulder. It’s nice. He needs it. He also knows there’s thirteen pairs of eyes on him and he doesn’t know how to tell you that no matter how hard you’ll try, you won’t be able to actually fix anything.

“Let me turn the light on. Let Steve, or let Wayne– Robin… we can all help turn the light on. We’ll fly Wayne out, Robin too, and anyone else that you want. They can all move in, we have the space for it. Just… please, let us turn the light on, Eddie…”

It’s the fucking sweetest thing he’s ever heard, but he can reach for the light himself now. He can find it in the dark, and he can turn it on. The problem is that it doesn’t make a fucking difference.

Turning a light on now doesn’t change anything about his past.

Eddie gets asked if he has anything more to share. He sniffs and wipes his face with both his hands before he sits up and leans back and says, “Thank you, but um, no. I don’t. It’s this time of year, I guess. I know it’ll pass.”

You hold hands, fingers intertwined, as you listen to everyone else share more of their own personal issues, and when you leave Eddie puts his arm around you and pulls you close to kiss the side of your face. He tells you that he loves you, that he’s glad that he came, and he thanks you for coming with him.

You can see in his eyes that none of it helped.

Eddie lets himself sink deeper and all you can really do is be there for him. Be there when he wakes up and be there when he goes to sleep. You give him the gift of routine. Of healthy meals. Of pleasant walks outside. Long showers after.

It helps.

But it doesn’t fix anything.

You try your best at damage control. Talk to Steve. Call Wayne a lot.

And it helps.

But about two weeks later, Eddie starts isolating.

He had never isolated before.

Not like this.

He’s in his home studio, hyperfocussing on four seconds of a song he’s working on, and when you interrupt to tell him you’re going to go to bed, he says he’ll come up in a minute. He just needs to figure this bit out. “I’m so close, I can taste it.” Eddie smiles a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and for a moment you think Eddie’s going to let you listen to his work in progress. He always asks for your opinion, but this time he doesn’t. He just looks at you with a smile that’s just there for reassurance until you leave him alone.

At 5 AM you get woken up by Steve, who softly says, “You need to come downstairs…” and leads the way for you.

“I got up to pee, and the bathroom is right above the studio…”

You find Eddie in the exact same spot, going over the exact same four seconds of music.

He looks like he’s being tortured, barely able to keep his eyes open. When you gently pry the guitar from his hands, his breathing changes, and you think if he would have had the energy to sob, he would have cried like a child.

“Let’s go to bed, Eddie.”

Eddie lets you take him upstairs, but then locks himself in the bathroom and when you ask if he can let you in, all you can hear are soft sniffles whilst the shower runs.

It’s then that you decide.

Something is different this time around.

Something deeper has bubbled up, and you know whatever you are doing here, in LA, to help him simply will not be enough.

You establish a plan and pull out two suitcases that you place onto your bed. You’re going to pack your bags and you’re going to go get him.

It’s clearly necessary.

Eddie is no longer letting you comfort him and you’re scared that the next step is going to be a relapse.

“What are you doing?”

“Let’s go get him.”

“I–… what?”

Eddie hasn’t slept, and his unwashed hair is wet from the shower he’s sat in for a while, and you’re very calmly and methodically folding clothes into a suitcase. You might as well be speaking in a different language right now.

“Yea. Come on. Let’s go. We’re packing our bags and we’re going to go pick him up and bring him back here.”

Eddie slowly moves to sit down on the bed, and he looks at what you’re doing for a moment before he sighs and softly says, “Steve’s already here… and Wayne is coming here for Christmas, we don’t need to–…”

He stops speaking when he sees your slight smile.

“I know we don’t need to.” You say and Eddie doesn’t like how you look at him with so much care in your eyes. He doesn’t think he deserves it.

Doesn’t deserve you.

“Do you want to bring both of your black hoodies?” you then ask, not giving him a chance to question what’s happening, and so he just goes, “Yea… yea, sure.” before he lets himself fall backwards onto the mattress where he shuts his eyes.

You let Eddie sleep for as long as sleep will hold him. Pack up both suitcases and let Steve help you book travel back home.

“Do you want to come?” you ask when Steve is on the phone to a travel agent. He is listening to the woman who’s reading him back information he’s just given her, so he can’t answer you, but he reaches out and holds your hand whilst you listen to him book two tickets to Indiana.

When he gets off the phone he reaches for your other hand as well and says, “I’ll watch the house.”

You give him a slight frown. “You know he’d love you to come with us… Wayne says Hawkins is covered in snow. We could watch Christmas films in the trailer… get Robin and run across Lover’s Lake again… or, call Dustin and, I don’t know, Eddie could challenge him to a snow ball fight and they could play–”

“Dustin’s 26 years old.”

“Yea...” you frown at Steve. “So?” you sound desperate.

Steve huffs a laugh as he rubs his thumbs over your hands. He grimaces a little before he says, “No offense, but… he doesn’t need us out there. Of course you’ve got to go with him, but every other person is going to be one too many.”

And Steve’s right.

The next day, Steve joins you outside as you’re about to leave. He hugs Eddie for a long time by the trunk of the car, and you know they’re softly talking to each other. You can only see Eddie’s back, and Steve’s face is hidden by all of Eddie’s curls, but suddenly you can hear Eddie laugh before he pokes Steve in the side.

You get hugged next.

Eddie doesn’t sleep on the flight. Just stares out the window and gets lost in thought. You know he’s not entirely sure of why you’re taking him back to Hawkins, but he’s also not asked about it again.

When your rental car stops in front of Wayne’s trailer, you turn the engine off and sit in silence for a moment as you both just… look at it. It’s four in the afternoon, but it’s getting dark outside already.

Forest Hills.

A surprisingly large lot of land that holds about twenty-four sporadically placed trailers; some of them neatly lined up, others facing whichever way. Wayne’s trailer was one of those ones, placed diagonally to the road, surrounded by dry grass for most of the year which was now hidden by a thick layer of snow.

Momentarily, everything about the image that you’re looking at looks like it’s 1987. Maybe 1988. You can easily envision a younger version of yourself running up to that same front door, it swinging open before you could even get up the steps, Eddie bursting through just to throw you over his shoulder and haul you inside.

“We’re here...” you break the silence, stating the obvious, and find Eddie’s hand to squeeze.

It’s a little silly, but it looks like he’s scared.

“Did you tell him we were coming?”

“Wayne?”

Eddie turns to look at you, slightly confused because, yea who the fuck else?

“Yea. I called Wayne.”

You watch how Eddie takes a breath. Watch that information settle within him.

“Do you want me to come with you?”

And Eddie does. Doesn’t want to do anything without you, ever.

But he takes a shaky breath and says, “I’ll come get you in a second.” before he opens the door and gets out of the car.

Footsteps crunch in the snow, and you watch Eddie, hands in pockets, rush up the steps to what used to be the trailer that he lived in with his uncle. The trailer that he found home in when he was about seven years old and Wayne had decided that his bedroom could actually be Eddie’s bedroom instead for a while.

A while turned into fifteen years in the blink of an eye.

You watch Eddie hug Wayne through the window. It’s another long embrace, but this one doesn’t part with boyish grins and jabbing fingers. Instead, you can see how Eddie goes limp in Wayne’s arms a little, and when he goes to pull back, Wayne just… holds on.

Just a little longer.

It feels a little wrong to be watching them like this, chin perched on the steering wheel, fingers hidden in your sleeves. It feels especially invasive when you see how when they eventually part, the first thing both men do is bring their sleeves to their faces to dry what has become wet.

Then, Eddie steps away. Slowly walks towards the room that used to be his bedroom, and he goes alone.

Good, you think.

That’s good.

Wayne didn’t understand at first, when you told him over the phone. That you were coming over for a strange, but important visit. But this was good.

It takes a while.

Your fingers start to lose their feeling a little as you wait in the car, but it’s fine. You are not the priority right now.

When Eddie eventually emerges from the trailer, you get out of the car, and wait for him to call for you. A, come on. Come inside. It’s fucking freezing out here.

Instead, you get silence. Eddie doesn’t stop walking to wave you over.

He makes his way all the way over to where you’re stood next to the car, and then, he hesitates for a moment.

Eddie can’t look you in the eye.

“Everything okay?”

You know it’s not.

“He um…” Eddie starts, voice trembling. “He’s not here.”

“What?”

Eddie moves closer to place a kiss to your temple, eyes looking away, over the top of the car, across the trailer park. “He’s not here. I didn’t find him.”

Eddie steps around you and gets into the passenger seat, and for a moment, you stand with both shoes in slush whilst you try to think of what to do next. When you look back at the trailer, you catch Wayne through he window. Gives you a smile and a wave.

For a moment you contemplate running over, up those same steps, to ask what happened inside. Maybe Wayne has answers to questions you keep asking yourself.

Before you can, Eddie roars the engine back to life.

You give Wayne a wave back from where you’re stood and round the car to get into the passenger’s seat. You can talk to Wayne later.

Back inside the car, you put your seatbelt on and look at Eddie for a moment. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gearshift, and he’s biting his lip as he stares into space.

“If he’s not here…” you start pensively.

“It’s quite the drive.” Eddie answers, unmoving.

“We have the time.”

“I don’t think we’d make it back here before midnight.”

“Hey,”

Eddie turns his head to look at you.

“We have time.” You repeat yourself and place your hand on the back of his head where you softly scratch your fingers into his hair. “You good to drive?”

You don’t get an answer. Instead, Eddie puts the car in reverse and starts backing out. Just before he’s about to fully leave Forest Hills Trailer Park, he stops the car, even though there’s no traffic to wait for.

“I can drive if you want me to–”

“N-no, that’s not it. I can drive, but I…”

Eddie stares. Looks at his hands and just sits in silence, going through it. Then suddenly, he takes his seatbelt off, opens his door and quickly says, “I’ll be right back.” and he runs.

Left in a car with a running engine and a wide open door, you turn in your seat to watch Eddie’s breath leave him in white clouds as he runs back to the trailer, back up the steps, back inside. You’re too far away to see in the windows now.

It only takes a minute.

When he comes back, jogs down those steps in the snow, he looks a little lighter somehow. Like running back towards the car is a little easier.

Eddie gets back in the car, and he’s all loud inhales and rough exhales, hands rubbing together because it’s cold and he just ran through the snow, but then he looks at you as he puts on his seatbelt and he smiles.

There’s tears in his eyes, but he’s smiling.

“Had to tell him it’s okay. That I’m okay.”

Somehow, Eddie is beaming and solemn at the same time, but you’re happy that something has changed a little. That he seems to get it. You sink into your seat a bit more when Eddie pulls onto the road and starts heading south.

Eddie told you once, years ago, that he used to live in a motel before he came to Hawkins. How that’s all his parents could afford, and even then, they were always fighting with the front desk about money. Always late on payments.

It was just one big room, and even though it was just him, his mother and sometimes his dad, there were always people in their room. Strangers. Friends, his mother would tell him. Sometimes she’d even tell him, this is your Uncle Frank, and Eddie would be forced to shake the hand of a man he had never seen before and would never see again.

Eddie spent a lot of his early childhood confused.

He spent a lot of his childhood hiding.

Afraid.

Alone.

He wouldn’t ever trust anyone. People told him one thing and then they would laugh together and they would do something else.

Adults were evil, and yet the world was made so that adults were the ones that had to look after him. That made the decisions. That told him, go play outside, even if rain was coming down hard, and Eddie would have no other choice but to listen. To do as he was told.

He was only a little kid.

When Eddie was seven years old, he got kicked out of the room at eight in the morning and got told to not come back until they were ‘ready for him’.

Like he knew what that meant.

No one had told him how to tell time.

Eddie didn’t go to school.

But he knew that being sent outside meant that he had to go find his own entertainment for a while, and so he did.

Eddie was seven years old when he came back around lunch time with skinned knees and grass stains in his shorts, and there was commotion.

Lots of people.

People in uniforms.

A cop car.

A kind woman who asked him if he had lost his way. If she could help him get home. Eddie had just smiled and said, no thanks, and had tried to hide in the spot where he always hid. Adults were not to be trusted, Eddie knew. No matter how kind they looked.

Eddie was seven years old when he got pulled from his safe space, his little hiding spot, kicking and screaming, and got brought over to Wayne’s trailer. He’d never been back to that motel room again. Had never even gotten close.

The sun has fully set by the time you pull up outside of an old, run down motel that looks like it should’ve been torn down ages ago. Most windows are boarded up, paint on the walls is chipping and what used to be a light-up sign has been torn down.

It’s a dump.

Just trying to imagine someone growing up here has you choking up.

Little four-year-old Eddie running around these grounds? In dirty clothes too big for his body because nobody was feeding him right? Being exposed to things no child should ever be exposed to, simply because his bedroom was also the only room they had?

Before you can let it make you cry, you hear a faint chuckle beside you.

It’s small and weak, but it’s a chuckle none the less.

“I remember this place much bigger,” he says, like it’s funny. “There’s only like… seven rooms.” Eddie counts.

You’re momentarily unsure if coming here was a good idea. If facing this reality of his past is going to be doing him any good. If it won’t just break him down even more. But then Eddie turns to look at you and says, “Come, let me show you.”

Eddie visiting the place where he spent the first few years of his life turns into him giving you a surprisingly pleasant tour of the grounds. He recounts the other people that lived there, the rooms he wasn’t allowed into. How there used to be a soda machine here, and how sometimes the older kids would ask him to get them some cans for free, because his arms were small and skinny enough to just sneak them out the bottom.

It’s easy to skim the surface of this place like this.

To make it about showing you around instead of sinking down past the layers of self-protection that would have him walking around here with wobbly legs.

Yea.

This is easier. Better.

All of the doors are locked, but it doesn’t take much more than a good shove of a shoulder for the locks to give way. For the wood of the doorframes to splinter.

“Entering the Forest Hills way.” Eddie grins, and you suppress a smile. It’s a lie. Forest Hills is full of all honest, all hard-working people. But, it’s still a trailer park, and thus, the joke is funny.

Without much care, Eddie easily manages to open every door he comes across. It’s dark everywhere you go, none of the lights work, but the streetlights out front provide you with plenty of it, and your eyes quickly adjust.

Eddie shows you the laundry. Breaks into a little back office. A supply closet. Some other motel rooms - some that had semi-permanent guests staying there too, just like he used to be one. And some that would have overnight guests that didn’t know about the draft that would make the door slam so hard, you’d lose your fingers if they got caught in between.

It’s almost joyful, how Eddie talks about his memories. He hasn’t got many, he was so young, but every time he comes across something he remembers, he seems pleasantly surprised at his brain’s ability to bring it all back to him.

But then, when you eventually stop outside room number five, he pauses.

Stops.

Stares at the doorknob.

You can feel how his entire demeanor changes, and even though it’s painful to witness, you know that this is why you came here. This is the whole reason you drove all the way out here.

Eddie takes a good, deep breath but doesn’t move otherwise. Just keeps his eyes locked on a rusty old doorknob to a locked door of a room that probably looks exactly like all the other ones Eddie had already shown you.

“Is this where you lived?” you ask, doing your best to make your voice sound as neutral as possible. You don’t want to scare him off. Don’t want to trigger something.

Eddie nods, a barely-there up and down movement of his head, and then he goes for the doorhandle, rattles it weakly.

Keeps staring at it.

“Door’s locked.” He croaks, like that had been a problem for any of the other doors.

But it does make sense.

You understand that the person who opened up all those other doors was Eddie in his thirties, showing you around.

The person staring at the doorknob now, was Eddie as a child.

Afraid to go inside, unsure of what he was going to find there.

Not strong enough.

Maybe only just tall enough to even reach.

But, you were strong.

You had witnessed how a little force had gone a long way with these locks, and after giving Eddie a second to maybe ask for help, because God, you really wanted him to realize he could just ask for help, he doesn’t ask for shit, and you decide to take matters into your own hands.

Before Eddie even registers you taking a few steps back to get a running start, the wood of the door has already split from the blow of your shoulder.

“Oh my G–” Eddie jumps, both arms reaching out to grab at you and to pull you close. He makes sure he holds you where you ran into the door, large palm cupping over the curve of your shoulder, and he rubs the skin there. Which helps, because, you’re not really hiding the fact that Jesus fuck that fucking hurt very well.

Despite the sting, there’s a moment where you both see the humor in what just happened, and looking at each other, you both let huffs of laughter escape you.

“Are you crazy? What you do that for, huh?” Eddie pretend scolds.

You shrug, “Forest Hills way.”

The comedic relief is so welcome, but it’s short-lived. You see from up close how Eddie’s expression drops. He goes from looking at his insane girlfriend with all the love he’s got for her spilling from his eyes, to looking over your head into the dark room where he used to live, and it all slips away.

You wait by the door.

Want Eddie to do this alone because you think it’ll be better that way.

You also truly don’t know what to do, so it feels a little safer to just… wait outside. You wouldn’t know how to help anyway.

Just like when you were outside of Wayne’s trailer, it feels a little invasive to look at Eddie as he silently takes slow steps inside and looks around. At the same time, you can’t really look away. If he’s going to break down and fall to his knees, you want to be there within a second to pick him back up.

Eddie trails slow fingers along a dresser.

Takes careful steps towards a nightstand of which he opens and then closes the drawer.

“Huh…” he comments. Looks around the full room again, sees it in different light as he stands in another corner, the lights from outside showing him different parts of the room.

He disappears into the bathroom for a moment before he steps back out, and he looks… confused.

Surprised, maybe. A little dumbfounded.

He gives the room another glance, and then turns to find you watching him in silence.

“This is really weird,” Eddie comments, both eyebrows raised.

“Yea? How so?”

“I don’t know… it’s different. It’s not like I remember. I think… I don’t know, I think my mind made this room the most terrible place ever in the world, but it’s just… it’s just a room. There’s nothing…” Eddie twirls on the spot, “Yea, it’s just a room. Nothing’s… nothing is scary.”

You swallow audibly, and hesitate before you speak.

“It’s not scary.” Eddie concludes again before you can say anything, and he raises both shoulders at you in a long shrug, like he’s trying to convince you that it’s all right.

You’re not the one who needs convincing though.

“Is, um…” you start, and you clear your throat, entirely unsure of how Eddie is going to react to your question.

After visiting Wayne, you think he gets it now.

He gets why you took him back to Indiana.

Eddie has let his eyes fall on a weird piece of wall art he doesn’t remember, something that maybe they added to the room after his parents had been kicked out, and he’d been taken away to go live somewhere safer.

“Is he here?”

“Huh?”

“Is he in here, somewhere?”

It takes a moment of Eddie looking at you before he fully registers what you’re talking about.

His gaze drifts towards the closet next to the bathroom door.

It’s shut. Both bifold doors closed.

Eddie stalls for a moment, and then he raises an arm to open one of the doors before he drops it by his side again.

The closet’s empty.

It seemingly comes from nowhere, the way your lips suddenly quiver. How your eyes well up with tears so quickly. You have to cover your mouth with your hand to remain silent; this isn’t about you.

Eddie is slowly taking it all in, looks around the inside of the closet. The stains in the carpet. The peeling wallpaper. The mismatched hangers, a couple plastic ones amongst a couple more wire ones. And then he looks up and finds the the little yellowed piece of string that hangs down from way up high.

He reaches up and pulls it.

An audible click is heard.

Nothing changes though.

No light springs on.

Eddie pulls it again. Softly smiles. Pulls it a couple more times.

Click, click.

Nothing happens.

You’re about to burst with a violent sob when you see how Eddie, entirely in his own thoughts, inside of his own memories, slowly steps into the closet and closes the door behind him.

You hear the clicking of the light a couple more times, and need to step away.

It’s too much.

The visuals of a tiny little malnourished Eddie hiding in a closet unable to reach the string of the light in there is going to make you hyperventilate if you’re not careful, so you have to take a walk.

It’s fucking freezing but hot tears trail down your cheeks as you hurry back to your rental car.

It doesn’t take much longer for Eddie to step outside, leaving the place where he spent the first few years of his life. His long legs carry him over to you quickly.

You can tell that he’s holding back sobs until he’s close enough to crash himself into you.

Arms wrap so tightly, they almost hurt. Bodies wrack with silent sobs until deep breaths calm the both of you down.

It takes a good while.

Eddie is first to pull back, and whilst cupping your face, both his thumbs wiping underneath your eyes in a bid to rid you of your tears, he manages to squeak, “Found him.”

“Yea?” you ask wetly. Hopeful.

This is why you came out here.

To find the small version of Eddie who, even as a toddler, knew that calling out for help was a waste of time because the calls would go unanswered.

To take him home.

“Turned on the–” Eddie throat closes up before he can even say it.

“Turned on the light for him?” you finish for him, and he just nods as he presses his lips together to keep them from wobbling.

Eddie goes in for another hug, hides his face in the side of your neck and grounds himself there.

You can feel how he’s actively trying to steady his own breathing.

It works, eventually.

“Did you…” you start, still holding him, but falter for a moment.

“Did I what?” Eddie asks, sniffing loudly, pulling back after you nudge your nose into his hair.

“Did you take him with you?”

It’s such a silly question. Eddie can’t help the smile that carefully plays at the corner of his mouth, and his eyebrows scrunch up as he looks down at you. He can dissect the question that pops up in the back of his brain for the fourth time today another time. How can he even begin to figure out why he deserves someone like you in his life?

“I did.” He confirms, and you let the breath you were holding escape you in a shudder.

He doesn’t think he deserves you.

“Good.” you smile, and maybe things are starting to look up, a little. Maybe the universe is slowly starting to make amends with Eddie. Is starting to apologize for all the shit it put little Eddie through in this godforsaken place no one should spend more than a single night at.

“Let’s take him home then.”

Eddie cries.

Thought he was done, but he’s not.

He lets you press kisses to the skin just underneath his eyes as he closes them.

He lets you open the car door and help him into the passenger’s seat.

Lets you drive all the way back to Wayne’s whilst he cries, because this is the second time little Eddie makes this trip, from the motel to Forest Hills. But this time he’s not scared.

He knows he’s going to go to a better place.

A safer place.

To a person who will try his very best hand at proper damage control. Who’s got a nice trailer, and a room that will get turned into his own bedroom three days into his stay.

To a person who will join Eddie in the closet for those first few nights. Who will just bring him food in there, have their dinner hidden away together, and who won’t force him out.

Who will play silly games with him in there, until the trips to the bathroom feel safe enough to do on his own.

There’s never other people in the trailer.

Just them.

Safe.

Eddie cries as he remembers more. Thought he had forgotten almost everything, but he remembers so much. He can’t talk about anything yet. Not now. His voice won’t let him. But that’s okay. You’ve got the radio on and need to focus on the road, and you’re taking him back to Wayne, and all he really wants to do is sleep.

And you just drive, and hold Eddie’s hand as he clings to you, and this is good.

It’s good.

Little Eddie deserves the fucking world.

You think so.

And you know of a handful of people who would wholeheartedly agree.

Slowly, you think Eddie might start to understand where you’re coming from.

He was never okay and happy and fine.

Still isn’t okay and happy and fine.

But the light has been switched on.

There’s light now.

He might one day be okay and happy and fine, and that’s something that before today was the most difficult thing to grasp.

“We’re taking you home, kiddo. I got you.” Eddie whispers, soft enough so only he can hear it over the engine and the music coming from the radio.

“Let’s go home.”

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hariboz · 1 year ago

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NEW YEARS KISS

“your best friend decides to volunteer when you complain about not having anyone to kiss on new year’s eve!”

pairing: bff!gyuvin x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, friends to lovers!!

warnings: reader is somewhat of a romantic (?), reader is also said to be a little inexperienced in terms of dating!!, a little (implied?) jealousy from gyuvin, seunghan cameo (1. FREE HIM!! HE DID NOTHING!! 2. he was the first non-jebi guy i thought of <3), they’re cute <3, this is nawt my best work i literally wrote this on new year’s eve while with my family 😭

notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY POOKIES!! i hope all of you have an amazing, healthy and happy 2024 🥹🫶🏻 may all your goals come to fruition!! also, i’m very excited for a new year with my jebis, may they continue to thrive and be as happy as they can be <3 also, hope wakeone burns down xoxo MWAH LOVE U ALL <33 ALSO!! i picked gyuvin for this bc some knetz are pissing me off currently with their stupid hate for gyuvin, so i decided to write this bc i LOVE KIM GYUVIN!! IF YOU DONT MAY GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN

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you don’t mind being single, really. it’s not really the ‘being single’ part that makes you feel weird, but rather just…not getting to have the same experiences as your friends. always having to sit and nod along when they talk about a date they went on, or how they celebrated a holiday with their partner. it’s exhausting being surrounded by couples all the time. they’re all your friends and you’re happy for them, but when it comes to events like this, you really wish you’d have more single friends.

new year’s eve is supposed to be fun, filled with laughter and loud excitement for the coming year — it is all that, but it’s also you watching your friends huddle together once the countdown to midnight starts, sharing sweet nothings before celebrating the new year with a sickeningly sweet new years kiss.

all while you kind of just stand there, celebrating the arrival of yet another year on your own. for those few lips-locking seconds, at least. is it a little silly to feel left out? of course, but is it really that absurd to want to experience a new years kiss just like everyone else? well, you don’t think so. gyuvin, your best friend, sees things a little differently, though.

“it’s so stupid, i don’t get why you’re so hung up on it,” gyuvin huffs past his snacking on some chips, throwing you a sideways glance. “just think about it, most of them have a different new year’s kiss every year. does that seem like something you want?” you roll your eyes, snatching the bag of chips from his hands. “you don’t get it,” you stuff a handful of chips into your mouth, “it’s romantic. it’s like saying ‘i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you.’ you’re not romantic enough for this.”

gyuvin just gives you a skeptic look, turning his attention back to the drama playing on your tv. it’s silent for a while, both of you a little lost in your respective thoughts until gyuvin quietly speaks up, “does it really bother you? that you don’t have someone to….” he trails off, voice a little unsure. his voice is sincere and doesn’t have the teasing tone it had earlier so you’re a little caught off guard.

you clear your throat, answering in an equally small voice, “well…yeah, kinda? i don’t know. i just think it would be…nice, for a change, you know? i want to experience stuff like that too, instead of just always watching from the sidelines.” gyuvin nods, seemingly understanding where you’re coming from, and that was that. for now, at least.

you didn’t think much of that little one off conversation, neither of you bringing it up again in the weeks that followed. though, unbeknownst to you, that seemingly unimportant conversation kept knocking at the back of gyuvin’s mind every single day. he thought about it an embarrassing amount, really. he kept telling himself that it was because he thought you were being silly, and all those times he thought about being the one giving you your new year’s kiss were definitely nothing more than fleeting, stupid thoughts. nothing more.

which is why gyuvin is so conflicted when he walks through the door of your little friend group get together on new year’s eve, bags of snacks in hand, only to see you laughing with a guy he hasn’t seen before. there’s an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his chest and he almost involuntarily thinks back to your conversation, to the fact that you really want to kiss someone once the clock strikes midnight — and it starts to mess with his head.

he’s quickly roped into a conversation with ricky and some of his other friends, though his eye seem to be glued to you instead of the people talking to him right in front of him; his eyes drifting back to you giggling along to whatever that strange guy was talking about every few minutes, the unsettled feeling in his chest spreading all over his body. “are you even listening?” gyuvin’s attention is ripped away from staring holes in that guys head when ricky addresses him directly, ricky’s hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality.

“yeah, sorry.” the smile on gyuvin’s face is tight, ricky glancing to where you’re still speaking to the guy and it all makes sense to him. he sends gyuvin a sympathetic look and tries to keep up the conversation, though it’s clear gyuvin’s mind is entirely preoccupied.

when the calls for new snacks start, gyuvin immediately volunteers to filling the bowls back up in the kitchen, if only to avoid his eyes from drifting back to you and the guy — whose name is seunghan, he learned — and in turn dampening his mood even further. today is supposed to be fun, why is he moping around like this?

“what did the chips do to you? you’re practically glaring ar them,” gyuvin’s head whips around at your voice, the playful smile on your face lifting some of the heaviness in his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway.

“oh, hey.” gyuvin gives you a small smile and goes back to his snack duties while trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “who’s the guy you’ve been talking to? you bring him along?”

shaking your head you reach over to steal a handful of cheese puffs gyuvin had just emptied into a bowl, “not me, but ahrin. his name is seunghan and she has her eye on him,” you mumble, “he’s funny and they both seem to like each other.” gyuvin nods, hand absentmindedly playing with his sleeves, “you think she’ll go for the new years kiss with him?” gyuvin asks, and you can tell he regrets the question as soon as he asked it.

you just shrug silently, the sudden mention of the kiss rendering you a little speechless. “ and you? you got anyone to kiss this year?” gyuvin says in an overly sarcastic tone, seemingly in an effort to loosen the tension a little. you snort at that, “ha ha, very funny. leave me and my romantic aspirations alone,” the lightheartedness in your voice makes gyuvin relax a little, and just when he’s about to speak, someone bangs against the kitchen door, demanding your attention.

“c’mon you two, we’re playing some games,” matthew calls before rushing back to the living room. you and gyuvin share a short glance before loading up on all the snacks and following suit, excited for the mess that is most definitely about to ensue.

two screaming matches, one round of (rigged, according to hao) just dance, three bowls of snacks and dozens of tears spilt through laughter later and the almost dreaded countdown to midnight is inching closer. the couples are slowly starting to separate from the group again, looking for an area that is less crowded and a little more romantic. your high mood is slowly starting to go down, the feeling of once again being the third wheel, in a way, accompanied by this off-putting feeling of loneliness in a room full of your friends bringing the self-doubt at the back of your mind to the forefront again.

gyuvin plops down next to you, stretching his long limbs with a groan, “god i hate sitting on the floor,” he looks around, the amount of couples in your friend group only now really hitting him, “damn, is that kiss really that important?” it was a rhetorical question, really, and he was speaking to himself more than anything, yet you turn to scowl at him.

you open your mouth to go on a rant about the lack of romance in gyuvin’s mindset when he suddenly turns to you, cheeks a little flushed but eyes filled with determination, “i’ll do it.”

you blink at him, “huh? do what?” gyuvin swallows, “kiss you. give you the new years kiss you want.” it takes a second for his words to register, before you splutter at him incredulously, “what— gyuvin why would we—“

“okay, time for the countdown! ten!” you hear from the other side of the room, and panic starts to fill gyuvin’s expression. “because i want to. i’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, and—“

“seven!”

“you said it was like saying that i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you, right?” his eyes search for yours, his pupils shaking and you nod, still a little stunned.

“four!”

“that’s exactly i want to tell you. so please—“

“three!”

“i want to be the one to give you your new years kiss. if you want—“

“two!”

and then, it happens. you grab his face and pull him close, hesitation for just a millisecond before your lips meet right as it reaches midnight. the fireworks outside colouring the sky feel almost pathetic in comparison to the burst of emotions exploding in your chest, it’s warm and fuzzy and just feels so right.

both of your faces are flushed bright red as your lips separate, but neither of you can keep from biting back the goofy smiles spreading on your faces. before you can even begin to think of something to say gyuvin leans back in, pressing another kiss to your lips.

and another. and another…and another.

you only separate for good when your giggles break through the kiss, gyuvin’s hands cupping your face, “i’d say that was a pretty good start into the new year, no?”

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softxsuki · 1 year ago

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Happy new year!! I hope your holiday season was amazing!!

If it’s no harm (you can ignore this if need!) could I request sanji, law or ace surprising the reader for their birthday? Thou has aged today and was wondering if that was okay:]

(Also I really love your work it’s very edible)

Sanji, Law, and Ace Surprise Reader For Their Birthday

Warnings: none :)

Note: Happy New Year! I had a pretty great holiday, and so far I'm on track with everything I need to do. I hope you had a great holiday season! But I hope you had a great birthday (it's probably already past January 2 where you are, but Happy Birthday anyway!) It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it <3

Sanji:

It’s a given that Sanji is always affectionate and attentive towards you

But now that it’s your birthday, that affection multiplies

He spends all day in the kitchen cooking up your favorite foods and sweet treats, making sure Luffy doesn’t sneak any bites of food

It’s your special day, so you get first choice on everything

His surprise for you aside from his huge feast, is breakfast in bed

You’re truly treated like royalty from the moment you wake up, and that won’t end until the day is over

Works his butt off to ensure you have a great birthday

After cleaning up later at night, he’d spend some quality time with you, showering you in all the gifts he bought for you from some of the islands the crew stopped at on their journey

Law:

Omg this man is so shy

He wanted to so something special after learning it was your birthday, but he chooses to act like he doesn’t know it’s your birthday, so he can plan everything out and have it be a huge surprise later on

Law insists on doing everything himself, as he claims it would make it more special, so the rest of the crew is tasked with keeping you occupied so you don’t ruin your surprise

When the time comes for them to lead you to the designated area Law was using, he’s just standing there with a red face

He’s not used to this, he’s a tough looking guy on the outside, but he has a huge heart (so fitting for mr doctor over here lol)

But it’s all worth it to see the look of surprise on your face when you see everything he planned–he’s relieved

Ace:

Ace’s surprise for you is a bit different form the guys above

He doesn't cook food for you or decorate a space for a celebration for you and the crew

But he decides he wants to make something for you, a hand threaded bracelet; one for you and one for him to match

Yet he struggles with his large thick fingers, and it ends up taking him a majority of the day to finish, but he’s happy with it

On the day of your birthday as the Whitebeard pirate wish you a happy birthday, eating the food that was prepared as everyone sings in celebration having a good time, Ace pulls you aside

He’s a little embarrassed that it isn’t much, but I just feel like handmade gifts mean so much more than buying something for someone because you know he took the time and effort to do that for you

Probably even tries and sneak you away from the rowdy bunch on deck so he can spend some quality time with you alone

Posted: 1/2/2024

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dreamsofbroflovski · 7 days ago

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yo…hear me out..

what the main four or others (as long as kyles in it..) are like for new years celebrations!

happy 2025 yall. let’s cook.

oh look its kyle bufflobster on that gif. my personal enemy.

Happy 2025!!! Hope everyone's having a great time already! As for me, I managed to drink cider that's been expired since 2021. It's going swell.

My first request for headcanons! I don't even know if I did these right, but I really did rack my brain. I also added some words about how they'd be with the reader because why not.

MAIN FOUR HEADCANONS - NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATIONS

𓆩♡𓆪 STAN MARSH

First thing that needs to be said: this man is pissed off days in advance over fireworks - if he has any pets, he has to make absolutely sure they’re safe and secure before anything else. He’s that guy who’s very vocal about how bad they are for animals (doesn’t really mention their effects on people), has probably tried to get them banned completely at some point.

Now that that’s out of the way. I think he’s the type to stay holed up in his home, order takeout and treat it as just another evening.

With the exception that he’ll have an excuse to drink a whole lot of cheap champagne without anyone being up his ass about it.

Avoids his family altogether, mostly due to his father wanting to go absolutely wild on the holiday, he needs to be far away from all that.

He’s not opposed to attending a party and being around his friends, but will not actively seek that out.

And if he’s partying, he’s gonna go blackout drunk and probably miss the actual turn of the year - only to try and drunkenly state his well wishes (or personal grievances) to everyone half an hour later when the whole thing has pretty much died down.

Thumbs up reacts to everyone’s texts on the afternoon of Jan 1st; no real response.

No resolutions at all. There’s no point - at the end of the day, the new year is just a continuation of everything that has been going on in his life. If he has to achieve anything, he’ll do so of his own accord, making a promise is just putting unnecessary weight on his own shoulders.

If he’s with you, however… He can be a little better and put more effort into it, because he sees how excited you are and doesn’t wanna burst your bubble.

Will do whatever you wanna do, but has a high preference for it just being the two of you somewhere isolated, with some food and music and the aforementioned champagne (which he drinks a lot less of if you’re present)

Will pull you into a kiss right as the fireworks start and try to keep you distracted for the duration, both because he wants to be as close to you as possible in that moment and also so that he can ignore the things entirely.

Will tell you all about how he loves you and how you’re the best thing that’s happened to him. Even if he sounds drunk, you know he means all of it entirely.

𓆩♡𓆪 KYLE BROFLOVSKI

He’s probably nothing special on NYE. Probably also stays at home, but not isolated.

Jewish New Year isn’t on Dec 31st, but I still think his parents do a little something, like some nice dinner or a reunion with extended family members or friends.

If he finds himself at some party, he’s pretty well-behaved even there. I don’t see him raising hell - however, if anyone stresses him out, he’ll fight like it’s any other old day.

Is the one fucker who brought the expensive champagne that no one can recognize the name of - which got the same treatment as the other cheap ones from the supermarket.

I do unfortunately see him in the position of designated driver. Someone has to make sure his dumbass friends don’t kill themselves on the road. That doesn’t mean he’s ever happy about it, though.

Watches people partake in superstitions, but doesn’t do any of them himself.

Sends ‘Happy New Year’ texts to almost everyone he knows as soon as midnight rolls over.

Makes resolutions and sticks to them - writes them, pins them to the wall, the whole nine yards. Morning of Jan 1st he’s already making detailed plans about how he’s going to achieve everything he said he would that year (whether those plans actually succeed is a whole different animal)

If he’s with you… He absolutely tries to make it a special night, despite it meaning little to him in a superstitious sense.

He’s also in the position where your plans are his plans, he’ll follow you. However, if you do accept to spend NYE with his family and him the whole time, it sends his heart soaring because he knows that you’re choosing him above all the other stuff you could be doing, and he’ll make sure you have a great time even if his family is… difficult.

Brings you into a soft and tender kiss as the new year rolls over, holding you close as you both share a toast of champagne and sort of ignore the first fireworks in favor of being with each other.

At the top of his resolution list is the mission to make your year the best it can possibly be, and to love you through all of it. He hasn’t really written that down on his list, though - because it’s on his mind 24/7 anyway.

𓆩♡𓆪 ERIC CARTMAN

Leaves his mother alone - he’s at a party somewhere, for sure. Even if he was invited to none, he’ll sneak his way in. Since no one really has it in them to argue with him on NYE, he gets to stay.

Which shouldn’t even be a bad thing, because he actually brings the heat; he shows up with several beverages and food every time. The part of it that sucks is the fact that everything he brings is for his consumption, so he’s still an expense to the host.

He can, however, legitimately be trusted with the aux. Actual decent taste when it comes to party music.

That one guy making jokes about how he ‘hasn’t showered since last year’ or shit. Except he says them at 10pm still on Dec 31st and no one’s sure if he’s just stupid or if it’s really true.

Wears party accessories ironically; possibly brought them.

Buys whole boxes of fireworks. He’ll try to find some poor soul to do the work of lighting them up for him, but normally can’t, so he does it himself and probably needs to be taken to the hospital from the burns or sets fire to something else entirely.

Makes posts and stories on social media wishing a half-assed Happy New Year to ‘everyone’ - when in reality he got maybe like, two texts at most. (Butters and his mom, most likely)

Strangely superstitious? People will see him go through all the possible traditions that anyone said would bring him good fortune. If anyone asks him about it, he’ll deny deny deny - actually, he’s wearing full white ‘because it’s drip’ and eating those grapes under the table ‘because he doesn’t want to share them’, it’s definitely not that he fears for his own luck if he doesn’t do so.

Since he is a little ‘stitious, that does mean he makes resolutions. And they’re usually grandiose, full of bullshit, and don’t really signify any relevant positive change for his life - it’s mostly just material and physical gratification. Needless to say, they’ve never come to fruition.

If he’s with you, barely anything changes, really.

Talks to you about his plans for the evening as if they’re a done deal. Basically drags you to whatever it is he wants to do. (You might even be the reason he’s able to get into a party to begin with)

Doesn’t kiss you straight away because he’s busy with his fireworks, but if he manages to not hurt himself, you get a heavy makeout session afterwards.

He talks mad shit about how you’re lucky to have him and how you should thank him for spending this time with you, but in reality, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Immensely grateful for your presence in his life and willing to do anything to keep it that way. However, you won’t hear a single word about it.

𓆩♡𓆪 KENNY MCCORMICK

Out of his house by sundown - the addicts around him don’t really need a special occasion for doing their shit and stirring trouble, but it still seems to worsen on the holidays, so he wants to avoid that.

The protection Stan feels towards animals, he feels towards his siblings. Before he goes do anything else, he has to make sure they’re accounted for, with their friends somewhere safe where they can enjoy the night.

When that’s dealt with, it’s party time. He does get invited to stuff, and tries his best to not show up empty-handed, even if it’s just a bottle of cheap alcohol. He might still fail in that regard, though, but it’s okay, we still love him.

Wears all the ridiculous party accessories unironically.

Has died, more than once, due to firework-related accidents. Still enjoys watching them, albeit from a very safe distance now.

Watches the ball drop livestream on the television with great interest, even if just because it’s in HD this time. Celebrates heavily when it finally happens.

His ‘Happy New Year’ texts come in the afternoon, because he’s always too wasted in the morning to tell anyone anything. People might receive a drunken nonsensical jumble of letters at midnight, though.

Says surface-level words about a resolution or two, but it’s mostly really simple stuff. Also doesn’t really hold any of that to heart, because he knows of his own bad luck.

Doing the absolute most for a new year’s kiss (or several), practically on his knees begging for it.

However, if he’s with you… You’re getting way more than a kiss. It doesn’t even matter where y’all are, he’s starting the year by doing his favorite thing with his favorite person.

He kinda drags you into his plans, but it’s not in a selfish way like Cartman does. He just wants to make sure the both of you have a great time.

If you turn out to invite him personally to spend time with your family or just yourself, words cannot describe how happy he’s gonna be. It’ll basically make his whole year. He’ll ditch any party for that.

Partying all night with his baby, watching the fireworks, making love and not having to worry about anything else? Count this dude in.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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bluelocksource · 1 year ago

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Otoya Eita’s trivia (source: twt & Egoist Bible).

"Stealth Breakthrough."

☆ Character's colour: Bright green.

☆ Weapons: Off-the-ball movement and agility.

☆ Nickname: ‘Ninja’.

☆ Birthday: 3rd December.

☆ Current age: 17 (3rd year of high school)

☆ Zodiac: Sagittarius.

☆ Birthplace: Aichi Prefecture.

☆ Family: Father. Mother. Older sister. Himself. Younger sister.

☆ Current height: 177 cm.

☆ Dominant foot: Right foot.

☆ Blood type: O.

☆ Starts playing football: At age 6.

☆ Team before joining BLUE LOCK: Kirigakure Academy Soccer Club.

☆ Motto: "Step up or step aside." **

☆ Favorite food: Churros. “It tastes great.”

☆ Disliked food: Pickles. “It doesn’t taste great."

☆ Favorite animal: Phoenix. “It is a flaming bird.”

☆ Favorite season: Summer. "Do I need a reason?"

☆ Favorite football player: Minamino Takumi.

☆ Favorite music: He likes listening to neo city pop genre.

☆ Favorite manga: Moteki. “It’s top-tier, no objection.”

☆ Favorite movie: Home Alone. “The unbeatable Christmas movie.”

☆ Favorite TV show: FNS Kayousai & Music Station Special Superlive. “I can get senselessly hyped up.”

☆ Favorite celebrity: Aso Kumiko. “I’m seriously dying!”

☆ Ideal type: Bright and honest woman. (don’t count on it, he’ll change it soon).

☆ Hobby: Tour around TDR (Tokyo Disney Resort). “Riding Tower of Terror at DisneySea is a must!”

☆ Mushroom shoots vs Bamboo shoots: “I only eat the chocolate part of the mushroom. I’ll give the rest to you.”

☆ What goes best with rice : A cute girl. “I like watching girls who eats rice deliciously.”

☆ What makes him happy: Something exciting.

☆ What makes him upset: Something boring/depressing.

☆ What he thinks his strength is: “I forget unpleasant stuff after sleeping.”

☆ What he thinks his weakness is: “I forget important stuff after sleeping.”

☆ Favorite/Best subject: English. “I only take the class seriously because the teacher is beautiful.”

☆ Dislike/weak subject: Other than English “Studying is boring.”

☆ What made him cry recently: He got hit in the eye from being slapped. “Cheating’s not good.”

☆ Usual sleeping time: 8 hours.

☆ What he usually ends up buying from convenience store: Breath care. “Who knows if I’ll be kissing my girlfriend later.”

☆ Place he washes first when taking a bath: Between the toes. “Don’t want to get athlete’s foot.”

☆ Fixation: Scent. “I can tell our compatibility if you hug me.”

☆ Number of chocolates received from previous Valentine: 1. “It’s from a senior I was dating at the time. I was really into her.”

☆ At what age he experiences first love: At age 3. “With Dokin-chan.”

☆ The first time he got confessed to: Happened when he was 5 years old. “I kissed about 95% of the girls in nursery school, and 50% of them confessed.”

☆ What will he do if received 100 million yen: "Charter a night pool party for as long as I can."

☆ At what age he stops receiving presents from Santa: At age 12.

☆ What was his last wish from Santa: New spikes. “With some exciting design.”

☆ How he spent his holiday: "Either hanging out with friends or going on a date. I love the fluttering feelings prior to dating. The feeling wears off once I date the girl, though."

☆ What will he do during his last day on Earth: Enjoy the moment.

☆ Favorite historical figure: "Steve Jobs. Creating the iPhone is truly remarkable."

☆ If he hadn't encountered soccer, what will he be doing: "Making chill music. I want to be someone who creates that kind of music."

☆ If he could only take one thing to a deserted island, what would it be: "I wouldn’t need anything. I’d just go with the flow. Deserted island, woohoo! "

☆ If he had a time machine, would he go to the past or the future: The future. " I want to know about future fashion and music. And I want to get along with future girls. Oh, I wonder if ninja jokes would work in the future?"

Last updated: 1/11/2024

** I translated his motto before (link to the post). It was difficult for me to translate it but a user who replied on that post worded it better than mine so I use them here :) thanks @thats-miss-spider-to-you !

note: i want to apologize in advance for any mistake made in the translation!

#blue lock #otoya eita #trivia: otoya eita #trivia: profile #bluelocksource #trivia #our translation

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tired-lamb · 14 days ago

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Never Alone (On Christmas Day)

A TLG christmas fic brought to you by yours truly. Takes place in a modern human au, where the Guard are young adult age range. For the purposes of this story, Kion works under Rafiki who runs a store (idk what he sells).

Merry Christmas TLG tumblr! I wanted to put something out for the season, and speedwrote this in like. 2 hours max last night. Due to that very reason, the following christmas tlg fic is extremely messy, rough and all over the place, for which I apologise. I tried brushing up whatever I could in the morning, and though it’s not my best work I’m still pretty satisfied with it. Hope you enjoy either way, and Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to you!

[ THE greatest(s) of all ]

best bud!! 6:21 p.m. [ Image attached depicts Bunga, Ono, Beshte, Timon and Pumbaa all facing the camera. The house and their surroundings are decorated with Christmas lights and wreaths. Bunga holds the camera up, and the rest are seated behind him, posing. ] best bud!! 6:21 p.m. merry christmas eve guys!!!! emergency no. (fuli) 6:25 p.m. aww, you guys spending christmas at timon and pumbaa’s huh? best bud!! 6:25 p.m. you BET!! @Kion wish you were here dude You 6:27 p.m. Wish I could too, Bunga, but Kiara’s bugging me to spend it at her’s You 6:27 p.m. Esp with the baby on the way literal teddy bear 6:30 p.m. Due in a couple of months, right? literal teddy bear 6:30 p.m. Must be hard :( hope you still have fun there, Kion! We’ll miss you emergency no. (fuli) 6:31 p.m. you sure you don’t want me to drop by or anything? emergency no. (fuli) 6:31 p.m. I know I whine about how you guys always wanna ruin my christmas me time but I seriously could come over if you want You 6:32 p.m. Nah, it’s fine. Besides, I don’t think Rafiki will let me off aaand you’re also like a bunch of kilometers away from me, Fuli. You 6:32 p.m. Idk why but it feels like this year everybody wants to keep me busy around this time best bud!! 6:32 p.m. whaaat why would they do that emergency no. (fuli) 6:32 p.m. 🙂 literal teddy bear 6:32 p.m. Lmao You 6:33 p.m. ?? You 6:33 p.m. Ignoring whatever that was, I gotta go. Rafiki’s calling, seems like someone’s got a problem with his shit again, lol. local braincell 6:33 p.m. late to the convo but goodluck with the baby and rafiki, kion! we’ll miss you :( You 6:34 p.m. Let me guess, Timon and Pumbaa fussing over you again? You 6:34 p.m. Ok, seriously gtg now. Bye guys! Merry christmas eve :)

.***.

Kion really didn’t mind that his Christmas might get wiled away thirdwheeling his sister and Kovu, and definitely doesn’t mind that all his best friends are spending Christmas without him. Definitely doesn’t mind that even his other friends, like Jasiri and Janja, are also busy with plans for Christmas. He also most definitely doesn’t mind that he’s stuck working with Rafiki in his spiritual-y shop, and that Rafiki has unusually been working him to the bone these days. Doesn’t care that the snow and the Christmas lights call to him, or that everytime his friends send him photos of their celebrations, his heart aches just a little bit.

Nope. Definitely doesn’t mind.

Kion sighs, nearly letting the box of ornaments in his hand fall to the ground. He manages to save it just in time, however, and lets out another sigh, this time of relief, because he just saved himself another scolding from Rafiki. From somewhere around the extremely-messy-despite-his-best-attempts shop, he hears Rafiki laughing heartily with a customer. The sound fills the air, and as much as Kion hated to admit it, it pierces through his heart in a negative way. He can’t help it; it seems as though the entire world, including even his own boss, is enjoying this season. The entire world, but him.

He makes his way towards the main counter, finding Rafiki and the customer he had been laughing with. He places the box on the table with a loud oomph, alerting the other two of his presence.

“Ah, Kion! Kion! Come, meet Mrs. Janna!” Rafiki calls to him loudly, even though he’s right next to him. Kion forces a smile, because he doesn’t want to dampen other people’s mood, and faces the ‘Mrs. Janna’ in question.

She’s an old lady, evident by the smile lines and crow’s feet on her face. Despite this, there’s a general warmness to her that you don’t usually find in older people, something akin to a crackling fire in the winter months. Mrs Janna smiles at Kion, genuine unlike Kion’s own. Kion thinks she knows his smile is only for pleasantries, but doesn’t seem to mind.

“Habari, Kion?” Mrs. Janna asks, her voice deep and grounding. It reminds him of the recordings he heard of his grandfather’s voice.

“Sawa, Mrs. Janna, thank you,” Kion responds, trying his best not to let his despair seep into the conversation. He should get a hold of himself.

Rafiki laughs once more, giving Kion a pat on the back which feels more like a slap than any pat Kion’s ever gotten.

“Kion here is unhappy these days, I won’t let him off work! Ah, Janna, what can you-a do? When the season arrives, that is when people come! Am I not right, Kion?”

Kion lets out a nervous chuckle. “Well, I wouldn’t say unhappy, but definitely a bit lonely.”

“Ey, ey, Kion,” Rafiki says, moving on from the previous topic, “Mrs. Janna here has found someone who can help us! She is interested in working with me, isn’t that right, Janna?”

Mrs Janna nods, her eyes sparkling for just a moment. “Indeed, Rafiki. I do have someone who’d like to come and work here, though she’ll be arriving after the New Years. Maybe then Kion might not be so unhappy, perhaps?”

She looks to Kion, half teasing and half serious. Kion appreciates the sentiment nonetheless, and responds in the affirmative. Better to say yes than anything else, he supposes.

It’s not long before the two are lost in their own conversation, something about old times and how things have changed so much. Kion decides to leave them to it and visit his favourite corner of the store; the little nook where their biggest window lies.

It’s a little elevated, and sits right where their staircase turns. Kion has to climb up a bit in order to get to it, but he manages in the end, and it’s worth it. It doesn’t have much space, just enough for Kion to sit in peace during his breaks, but the view outside is what makes it Kion’s favourite corner. The roads lie some way beneath the window, strangers passing by. These days, the numbers have multiplied. He credits it to the Christmas season, and how there must be families visiting relatives in their small town. Now, sitting in his space, he remembers that he, too, will be visiting his own family this Christmas.

He’s not totally bummed out that he’s spending it with Kiara and Kovu; just that he wishes he could spend it with his friends instead. He loves his sister and brother-in-law to death, but Kiara’s moodswings are more frequent nowadays due to the pregnancy hormones. Kion hasn’t visited in a while to know how bad it is, but he’s dealth with her period hormones before, and Kion would rather do anything but go through that again, thank you very much.

Alas, the only other option is to stay in his apartment and hole up, since all his friends are out of town. He supposes that visiting his family, even if it means thirdwheeling, is still worth it.

Today, Kion finds himself watching the snow fall on the streets, snowflakes occasionally decorating the window beside him. Rafiki and Mrs. Janna’s conversation can still he heard from where he is, but slowly the sound muffles and Kion feels his eyelids grow heavy. He knows Rafiki will call him back to work soon, but just for now, he lets his body shut down.

Just for now.

.***.

The big day has arrived, and boy has it kept Kion busy. Texts and notifications flood his phone screen before getting cleared out for later. Rafiki orders him about with customers here and there, the store bustling with company. Somehow, the loudest sound in the store isn’t Rafiki’s voice today, and Kion finds his ears nearly bursting with how much chatter he can hear at once. Outside isn’t any better, as snow collects itself in piles and trucks blare horns as they come to clear the pathways. People are shouting here and there, wishing each other a merry Christmas, and families flood the streets with little kids running around in mufflers and big, poofy jackets.

It’s the busiest the town ever gets, and will ever get. Kion’s become accustomed to it, though the sight of friends and families and their joyful faces as they spend the day together does sting just a bit. He gets more than a dozen texts from his friends, all of them wishing him a merry Christmas. Amongst them lies his sister and his conversation, where Kiara is going on about something that Kion can’t comprehend because his mind is in a whirl when he’s in work mode. It can’t be that important, if Kiara’s not calling him about it, and so Kion decides to read through the messages once he gets his break.

“Kion! Where are you?” Rafiki calls from somewhere. Kion chuckles to himself, glad that his Christmas is at least starting with someone familiar.

.***.

dada kiara 3:16 p.m. Hey Kion! Merry Christmas little dude :] dada kiara 3:16 p.m. There’s been some change of plans, so is it alright if you meet me and Kovu at this place? dada kiara 3:16 p.m. [ Embedded: link to location ] dada kiara 3:17 p.m. We won’t be home by the time you come, so just meet us here and we’ll go back home together dada kiara 3:17 p.m. Ok??

dada kiara 4:00 p.m. Boy you better see the message

dada kiara 4:32 p.m. Kion.

dada kiara 5:12 p.m. Don’t blame me if you find our door locked

dada kiara 6:46 p.m. I hope you’re on your way now at least

[ 2 Missed calls from dada kiara ]

You 7:43 p.m. 👍

.***.

Kion groans to himself as horns blare at him and his taxi in the middle of traffic because of course there would be traffic on the busiest and most celebratory day in all the year. He opens his phone for what feels like the twelfth time, the bright screen burning into his retina as he scrolls through all the unresponded messages. He booked a taxi the minute he got off work, and somehow despite being two hours into traffic, he still has no energy to reply to all his friends and family.

Why did the meet-up place have to be on the busiest street?

He lazily scrolls through his chats, trying his best to ignore his driver’s cursing and horns that were still blaring at Spirits know what. His fingers pad his screen, finding their way to his best friends’ and his groupchat. Without actually wanting to, Kion opens it.

[ THE greatest(s) of all ]

local braincell 5:20 a.m. merry christmas everyone! best bud!! 5:20 a.m. ono why are you up local braincell 5:20 a.m. I could ask you the samw question

literal teddy bear 7:01 a.m. Samw literal teddy bear 7:01 a.m. Merry Christmas everyone!!

emergency no. (fuli) 10:07 a.m. why in spirits’ name are you three up so early best bud!! 10:10 a.m. damn merry christmas to you too ig emergency no. (fuli) 10:10 a.m. yea yea merry christmas to you too loser best bud!! 10:10 a.m. um ☝️ if I recall I’m not the one spending christmas ALONE?? best bud!! 10:11 a.m. so really whose taking Ls here local braincell 10:11 a.m. if you don’t get your ass in the car this minute then it’ll be you emergency no. (fuli) 10:11 a.m. LMAOOO thanks ono 🫶 local braincell 10:11 a.m. <3

literal teddy bear 3:20 p.m. [ Image attached: A photo of Bunga, Ono and Beshte in Timon and Pumbaa’s garden. Bunga is running away from Ono and Beshte, who have big snowballs in their hands. ] best bud!! 3:24 p.m. HEY

best bud!! 6:58 p.m. This message was deleted. best bud!! 6:58 p.m. wait nevermind wrong group emergency no. (fuli) 6:59 p.m. This message was deleted.

Kion is just about to type a message, when he finds himself lurching forward. He nearly hits his head against the back of the front seat, mumbling curses to himself. His taxi driver apologies, blaming a car or two in front of him. Kion doesn’t respond, instead going back to his phone. Where before there was the groupchat with his best friends, his keyboard open and ready for a message, there now lies a black screen.

Kion knows it’s not that deep, but somehow it manages to sprout tears from his eyes, and before he knows it there’s streams flowing down his face while he tries his best to keep quiet so his driver doesn’t make a fuss. He misses his friends. He was going to meet some of his family, but somehow he misses them too. It’s as if he’s been aching for them the entire day, the entire season. Christmas without them doesn’t feel right, and Kion feels a hollow, aching pain inside his chest. His friends were somewhere celebrating while he was stuck in traffic, a mess both physically and mentally. He missed his home— his true home.

Unfortunately, the road itself doesn’t give him any time to wallow in sadness as his driver is now speeding through. Kion hurriedly rubs tears away, trying his best to look composed, and finds that they’re no longer stuck in traffic. He recognises the area now, and quickly sends his sister a message saying he’s almost there. He takes a deep breath, maybe two, and the thought of meeting his sister in a couple of minutes manages to cheer him up just a bit.

The taxi soon halts in front of the location, and Kion is slightly surprised to find that the place he’s meant to go to is some basement belonging to the house right in front of him. After double-checking with his sister, he pays the driver and makes his way towards the basement door.

He takes in another breath.

Two.

No time to sit in self-pity, Kion, he tells himself, just.. enjoy the moment. You can call your friends later. Don’t be whiny about it.

He pushes the door open and leads himself down the staircase, groaning to himself once more when he finds the room dark and otherwise empty. He’s just about to look around for a light switch and call his sister, when all of a sudden the room bursts with warmth, joy and light as the actual lights turn on, too. Kion blinks a couple of times courtesy of the sudden change, but soon he’s opening his eyes to find—

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” yells Bunga, Beshte, Ono and Fuli. His friends. His friends that he thought he would be spending Christmas without. His friends that he thought were faraway and not right before him. His friends that he somehow got because Spirits does Kion not deserve them at all.

“Hey, I know what you’re thinking,” Bunga says, a stern glance directed towards him, “and to be clear, you do deserve all of this.”

Kion sputters, still recovering from the shock. He takes a look around the basement itself, and finds it well decorated, with some cakes set on a table and a beautifully lit Christmas tree behind his friends. He struggles to find his words, and is left with his mouth agape.

“How— but— Kiara..”

“Kiara helped us plan the entire thing, and, just to be clear, you’re still spending the rest of the season with her,” Fuli explains, making her way towards Kion and giving him a good pat on the back in an attempt to bring him back to reality.

“However, you will be spending tonight and the next two days with us,” Ono continues, a wide smile painting his face. “We’ve already planned everything out, and we’ll be having a huge slumber party right here for tonight.”

“The blankets and pillows are arriving in a bit, we had to rely on your sister for that too,” Beshte says, a sheepish grin on his own face.

“But— wait, whose basement even is this?” Kion finally gains enough of a hold on himself to say.

Here, Bunga steps forward and proceeds to perform elaborate moves before proudly standing in front of his bestest friend.

“This would be my uncles’ brother’s sister-in-law’s friend’s basement! They talked it all out; said we’re lucky enough to get in even for a night.”

Kion is still trying to digest everything in when he feels his phone buzz and sound a notification. It’s a message from Kiara.

dada kiara 8:27 p.m. Tell your friends we’ll be there in a bit, yea? dada kiara 8:27 p.m. Hope you enjoy little bro <3

He can’t help but smile, feeling a little silly about all his worry a couple of minutes ago. He looks back up to his friends, all surrounding him, radiating joy, love, and home. He feels the same things bursting in his chest, and Kion can’t help but give in to his impulses. Just this once.

He tackles all of them down to the ground and pushes them into a hug. A flurry of laughter fills the air, and it’s the best Christmas gift Kion has ever gotten.

Still squeezing them as best as he can, while stretching his arms out too, he thanks them and thanks them, before finally screaming and yelling as loudly and as lovingly as he can—

Merry Christmas.

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lovingdabeessss · 1 year ago

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i have to ask ur thoughts on this bcs i saw it from someone also crying abt in on twitter. so, yangs reaction to missing rubys birthday bcs she was super depressed + ruby leaving

🥺🥺🥺

Why would you do this to me!!!!!!!!!

GOD

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa

Ok well

I think they’d both be really really upset about it

Yang and Ruby have never spent so long apart and they’ve definitely spent all their birthdays together and I can imagine Yang tried to make Ruby’s birthdays extra special

I personally believe when they were kids after summer died birthdays became kinda forgotten about like most celebrations

But i think Yang would try and keep it alive for Ruby

I think maybe ruby’s birthday was the first thing the two of them genuinely tried to celebrate after summer died and so it’s special for them

I’m personally not sure If Halloween is truly celebrated in remnant or not I know it was in Chebi but that’s not cannon and they don’t exactly have like and of the possible origins but if they do actually have it or their own stand in (because it makes sense for them to have something similar a holiday to be happy and dress up as grim to try and scare them off) then it’d make rubys birthday something easy to remember even if qrows on a mission so he can get home in time to celebrate and while ruby’s gone on a her own mission it’s a painful reminder she’s without Yang and yangs without Ruby

If it’s not a real holiday in the Ruby universe then there’s a possibility ruby missed her own birthday

Stressed out and without someone to remind her or celebrate it it slips her mind

Yang wouldn’t miss it tho

Maybe she sits in rubys room and spirals into herself because she can’t be there to celebrate her sister’s birthday

Maybe she gets up that day seeing the date and for a second being excited to celebrate her sisters birthday deciding to make her cookies or something before she wakes up and then remembering that she can’t do that

That ruby’s not here and even if she was Yang couldn’t make her anything because she’s not used to only having one arm which would make it almost impossible for her

Yang being disabled in a way that makes her unable to possibly ever do her job again after the disaster that caused it also shut down communications with the place that could give her a prosthetic she’s been abandoned by everyone she was friends with or they’ve died and she can’t even blame them cause she couldn’t even make sure her sister got her birthday celebrated properly

And ruby so deserves a nice celebration after everything

Maybe she hopes qrow will celebrate it in yangs absence

She probably doesn’t have a lot of hope for him though

I think Yang makes sure they celebrate it when they reunite maybe she gets the whole crew into it and they make a day of it

Maybe Blake tells ruby happy birthday when she comes back or gets her a little trinket and that’s one of the things that makes Yang trust her a little bit more

Bonus

I think Weiss celebrates it too she wishes ruby a happy birthday from her house shaped prison and imagines how that’d go down if everything hadn’t gone wrong with Yang making a huge deal out of everything and Blake helping her out laughing at yang being so over the top and spending the day together and so Weiss would be really excited about them deciding to celebrate it after being reunited even if its without the full family team

Also hc Yangs birthdays were often forgotten by everyone because Yang and ruby were a little young to constantly remember the date and tai was busy with his crippling depression and qrow was busy going on his long missions for ozpin so she’d probably celebrate it whenever qrow next came back if he remembered it or they’d just realize it had past and Yang would say she’s that old and when they got old enough to remember the dates and everything Yang still didn’t care much but ruby did and would try and make sure they celebrated it at least a little

#rwby #yang xiao long #ruby rose #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long

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ciaossu-imagines · 26 days ago

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okuda manami + number 27 from christmas prompt 2

I adore Manami – she’s so sweet and cute and I root for her growth, I really do. I loved getting this chance to write for her, so thank you very much 😊

Do they prefer to buy gifts or make their own handmade gifts?

I actually don’t think Manami’s really all that into Christmas. She doesn’t get really into the spirit of the holiday and doesn’t put a lot of planning into how to celebrate the holiday.

There’s very few people she really celebrates the holiday with and gets gifts for. I think that would really only change if Class 3-E decided to do some kind of gift exchange, where Manami would feel like she has to participate because she doesn’t want to disappoint or make her friends feel bad.

Manami gets present anxiety. She really gets nervous and anxious when it comes to figuring out what to get someone for a gift. She wants her gift to be well-received. She really worries a lot about making sure the gift she gives someone will make them happy and excited, that it will be something that they love. She wants them to see that she spent time really thinking about them as a person too. She doesn’t want anyone to get a gift from her and feel like she put no thought into it, that she just grabbed the first thing she could find for them. It would break her heart to make anyone feel so unappreciated, especially since the people she gets gifts for are all people she really cares about and thinks she’s close to.

While Manami wishes she could handmade her gifts to make them more personalized, she doesn’t think she’s got any talents that will allow her to make good gifts. She’s a little hard on herself and she just doesn’t feel like anything she makes would be worthy of gifting someone, not unless she could get it absolutely perfect.

Because of this, I do feel that Manami largely buys the things she gives as gifts instead. It’s safer and less anxiety-inducing. She really pays very close attention to all the small things, any hints or conversation around what the person might like for a gift and she adds it to all the information she already has about that person. She treats buying the perfect gift for the person like a complex formula where the person’s interests and hobbies + the person’s age + the person’s Christmas wishlist + what’s available within her budget + what’s festive and in-season – what other’s have mentioned they’re getting the person = the perfect gift.

#replies #christmas asks #assclass #assassination classroom #manami okuda #okuda manami #headcanons

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bi-naesala · 1 year ago

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Christmas Party

(Written as a gift for @gorokiichi for the @p3giftexchange . Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy the fic!)

Ken has never properly celebrated Christmas. His friends decide to do something about it.

(Tags: Christmas Party, Fluff, Light Angst, Team as Family)

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(Fic under the cut)

Ken doesn’t really care about Christmas, but not by choice: it was a behavior he’s had to adopt in order not to get upset each year; between his mom having to work – she was raising Ken alone, she couldn’t afford taking too many days off – and the orphanage simply not caring enough to celebrate it each year – too many resources to dedicate for it – he’s learned to treat Christmas as one would treat any other day of the week.

It’s not like he ever felt like celebrating, after his mom died – he was never one for too much flair even before, after all – but she’d always find the time to at least spend the evening with him, or go eat dinner outside if she could make it in time, and to give him a gift – always small things because they couldn’t afford too much, but it meant the world to him anyway – but since staying at the orphanage, he’s learned not to wish for anything.

This year, Christmas will be different, as in he won’t be celebrating it at the orphanage, but in the dorm, with his new friends, the members of S.E.E.S., who have welcomed him as one of them – he doesn’t doubt his place among them anymore, not since, well, not since that happened.

Still, it’s unlikely they’ll actually do something for Christmas, not with all the things they already have on their plate – it would be a waste of time and energy, for something so insignificant in the grand scheme of things – or at least that’s what he thought, only to be proven wrong by his leader.

“What do you mean? You’ve never celebrated?” she asks him, once, while they’re hanging in the lounge room to watch TV. It was just a comment Ken made in passing, while suffering through the umpteenth ad break for Christmas products, but it’s made everyone’s head turn towards him; he doesn’t like the scrutiny.

He makes himself smaller on the couch, like that would be enough to shake their attention off of him. “Y-Yeah, I mean...” he stutters in reply. “It’s not a big deal, isn’t it?”

“Thinking about it, I don’t think I’ve ever celebrated it either...” Akihiko muses. “Just once, after I got adopted.” He then shrugs, like nothing about this is really important, which brings Ken some relief: at least he’s not the only one who thinks so!

Even Yukari chimes in, her expression turning sour as she speaks: “Ah, it’s been ages since I last celebrated. Me and dad used to make the biggest tree...”

Since he’s the only one from the old guard present at the moment, Hamuko turns towards Akihiko. “You’ve never celebrated at the dorms?” she asks, and when Akihiko shakes his head, a smile appears on her face. “That’s it, then: this year, we’re going to make the biggest Christmas party there has ever been!”

The news is met with silence, until Junpei, who still hasn’t said anything until then – Ken wonders if he celebrates with his father – raises his fist in the air.

“Hell yeah! Let’s do it!”

The motion for a Christmas party is approved by everyone, though some were more enthusiastic about it than others. Ken too doesn’t really know how to feel about it: he’s gone so long forcing himself to never desire anything for Christmas, and now, suddenly, he’s got an actual celebration. What is one supposed to do, during such an occasion? He has no idea.

He goes to Akihiko for counselling, even though he doesn’t really believe it’s going to help him; still, he wants to hear the opinion of someone who might understand how he feels. After October, the two of them have grown close, so even though he might not have something useful for him, talking to him will still bring him some comfort.

“What you should do?” Akihiko asks, stopping tormenting the punching bag to turn towards Ken. “You mean, for the party?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “I’ve never done this before, I don’t know how I should act...”

For a moment, the only sound that can be heard is of Akihiko catching his breath, before joining Ken on the bed.

“I think you should be yourself. It’s just a party between us, after all, nothing formal.”

“You said you celebrated with your adopted family. What did you do?”

Akihiko chuckles nervously, looking away, but he still answers the question. “Oh, nothing much: we went eating outside, then we went around shopping. I wasn’t really in my best mood, so I don’t remember much else...”

There’s more to this story, Ken can tell, but he’s not sure if it is his place to ask for more, despite his curiosity.

“How about you go to Hamuko? I’m sure she can help you better than I can,” Akihiko continues, unaware of Ken’s internal monologue.

Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

He doesn’t know why he hesitates when he knocks on her door.

“Um, Hamuko-san?”

“Coming!”

The door bursts open almost immediately, making Ken flinch as it almost hits him. The one who’s just opened it isn’t Hamuko, however, but Aigis; a brief look inside the room reveals that their leader is at her desk, submersed in magazines.

“Don’t mind her,” she immediately says, referring to Aigis’s presence – as if by now everyone hasn’t gotten used to her peculiar attachment to Hamuko already – turning then to look at him. “What is it, Ken? Having problems with something?”

He shakes his head. He can’t deny that Aigis’ intense stare makes him feel too exposed, but he pushes through this feeling.

“I was just wondering... for the party...”

At those words, her expression turns into one of pure excitement. “Oh yes! Tell me! I have already organized everything. We just need to coordinate to get all we need and--”

“Um, I was wondering... Can I help?”

“Oh?” Hamuko starts, a bit flustered for having been caught right at the beginning of a rambling session. “Yes, yes of course! I have just the job for you!”

The job, apparently, is to decorate the lounge. Yukari and Junpei have gone out to buy some decorations they can use, but they still need to be hanged around.

“You could be our interior decorator,” Hamuko had suggested, and even though Ken knew nothing about the subject, he still agreed to it: he wanted to be useful.

At least he’s not alone: he has Aigis’ help for when he needs to reach particularly high places – it enrages him that he’s not tall enough to be able to do it on his own – and Koromaru’s, who’s there mostly for moral support, but his contribution is most appreciated nonetheless.

He’s not following a precise scheme when he tells Aigis that they should hang the wreath on that specific wall, or when he disposes the red candles on the table in groups, three on one side, four on the other; he’s just trying to remember how he used to imagine his home when he used to daydream about having a true Christmas celebration with his mom, before forcing himself to stop doing that. Of course, it won’t feel the same as it would’ve in the fantasy, but it’s okay: they can make something completely different, and it’ll be great either way, he’s sure of it.

He may not be contributing to much – most of the decorations are set by Aigis – but it still makes him feel like he's part of something.

They’re almost done with the room decorations, when he starts to smell something; whatever it is, it must be good.

Koromaru must agree with him, because he bolts to the kitchen, followed close by Ken. It looks like Hamuko is cooking, and he’s curious to discover what, since she’s been very secretive about it until now. If he's able, he'd even like to get a taste of it.

Unfortunately, neither of them can even make it to the kitchen, as Fuuka stands right outside of it.

“H-Halt!” she exclaims, in a failed attempt to sound intimidating. “Y-You can’t pass, orders from the chief!”

Ah, so she’s meant to keep others away while Hamuko works her magic. Makes sense, though it’s weird that she’s not been more involved, given how they pretty much cook everything together – it’s mostly Fuuka trying to copy what Hamuko is doing, to various degrees of success, though – but well, with Akihiko and Mitsuru still out, and Yukari and Junpei on the second floor, he supposes she was the only one readily available for the job.

“Fuuka-san, please! Just a peek?” Ken begs, accompanied by Koromaru’s sad whining – nice job, Koromaru! She won’t be able to say no to that for sure!

It does indeed seem that she’s about to crack, but then she finds her resolution again.

“N-No, I can’t!” Her expression turns softer. “Please, I can’t disappoint Hamuko-chan like this...”

Ken doesn’t roll his eyes only because he respects her too much for that, but she is being a bit too dramatic for something so little. Oh well, it’s obvious that he won’t be able to change her mind, so the kitchen will unfortunately remain inaccessible for a bit.

“Okay, Fuuka-san, we’ll behave,” he promises her.

After all, there’s still one more thing that needs to be taken care of, something he should get to as soon as he can.

When it comes to decorating the three, Junpei and Yukari give them a hand as well.

“We bought these decorations, we want to hang them too!” Junpei said. It’s not like Ken would’ve said no to free help, so he shrugged and let them do their thing.

Here they are, now, decorating the tree, with Ken taking care of the lower levels – where he can reach – while the others do the higher ones. He’s not much of a fan of these decorations, if he has to be honest: they’re too big, too loud – such a saturated red, it hurts his eyes if he looks at them for too long – but... when put together, it doesn’t look too bad. Maybe he’s saying that just because he contributed to making it, and he doesn’t want to say his work is bad, but eh, he doesn’t care.

Only one thing remains: the star at the top. Ken’s holding it and turning it in his hand – it’s shiny – before raising his gaze to the others. “I want to put it on,” he says, feeling extremely proud at the fact that he doesn’t stutter, standing tall. It’s childish to attribute so much importance to something like this, but that doesn’t change the fact that he wants to be the one to do it.

“Of course you can!” Yukari exclaims, immediately turning towards Junpei. “You help him.”

“What? Why me?” he replies, but knowing that Yukari won’t budge, he sighs, before turning towards Ken. “Alright, hop on in!”

He does exactly that, hopping on Junpei’s shoulders as he gets him to the top of the tree, Aigis standing not too far behind to catch him in case he gets dropped – he hopes that doesn’t happen.

It’s right then that Akihiko and Mitsuru make it back. They get inside hastily, shaking for the cold; held in their hands, there are bags full of what Ken assumes are gift – they’ve been tasked with getting something for everyone.

“Hi, senpai!” Yukari greets them, rushing to them in order to help with the bags.

“Hey, I’m sure glad to be back,” Akihiko comments, shivering as he shrugs off his jacket. Ah, it’s so warm inside.

Mitsuru is the first to notice Ken on Junpei’s shoulders. Her curiosity piqued, she walks towards them. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, just finishing up the tree!” Junpei replies, adjusting Ken on his shoulders. “C’mon, little man.”

Ken frowns at the nickname, but he still does as he said, finally putting the star at the top, with even some trepidation that he will later deny ever feeling, if somebody asks.

To be frank, he was expecting more “sparks”, for this moment to be more magical than what it’s actually been, but there’s still a sense of pride dwelling inside him for what he’s accomplished, even with the looks the others are giving him, like he’s just some kid, but just this once he supposes he can let it slide.

“Where is ev-- Oh, hey guys!”

After what feels like forever since she’s stepped inside the kitchen, Hamuko has finally joined them, followed by Fuuka.

“Um, dinner ready!” she announces.

“Who’s in the mood for some fried chicken?” Hamuko continues.

“That’s what you made?” Akihiko asks.

She nods. “Yeah! I figured we could eat something homemade here, instead of going out and freezing to death.”

Oh, so that’s what the smell was. At least Ken knows, now; he can’t wait to taste it.

Apparently, he’s not the only one, as Junpei immediately exclaims: “Dibs!”

They all reunite at the dinner table.

Junpei – who in the meantime has switched to a stupid Santa hat instead of his usual one – keeps chanting for Hamuko to bring out the food, a sentiment to which Ken agrees, sure, but jeez, must he be so childish about it?

And then, Hamuko and Fuuka finally start bringing their plates and o-oh, it looks so inviting... He wants to...

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Hamuko says, once she settles down with her plate as well. “Let’s dig in!”

It’s so tasty! As good as it looks!

Ken remembers getting fried chicken sometimes with his mom, but it had tasted nothing like this. Homemade really tastes better, though it’s also true that they’re lucky Hamuko is so good at basically everything.

He wonders if he would’ve enjoyed it.… Knowing him, he would’ve probably insisted on preparing it himself, or at least helping; would it have tasted different, had he contributed to it too?

Maybe he should visit him, wish him a merry Christmas as well. If not after dinner, maybe tomorrow? He glances at Akihiko; he’ll ask him if he wants to come with him – he’ll surely say yes, he doesn't doubt it - but not now: it’ll ruin the mood, and he doesn’t want that, not when he’s enjoying himself so much.

How long has it been since they’ve last eaten all together, or have simply talked about anything that wasn’t Tartarus related? For now, the most popular topic is guessing what kind of gift has been bought for them, which is a nice change – Ken can’t help but to wonder as well, though he supposes he’ll get to know soon enough.

And to think that, if he hadn’t made that comment that time, maybe none of this would’ve happened, maybe nobody would’ve thought to make a big party to celebrate Christmas together, but here they are now, having the time of their lives despite – or in spite? - of everything.

Is this how it feels, to have a true celebration with family? Ken doesn’t know, but he’s sure of one thing: if this isn't how it feels, then it’s definitely close, and for him, that’s more than enough.

#ken amada #shiomi kotone #akihiko sanada #aigis #koromaru #fuuka yamagishi #junpei iori #yukari takeba #mitsuri kirijo #persona #p3 #persona 3 #my fics #mine

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appreciatingtokrev · 2 years ago

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it’s true but some users do like to hide their age on here if they’re feel like they’re too old, I have seen blogs where 20’s or 18+ in their bio instead.

ah yh some users can be problematic about that. I’ve seen with most people that having friends with big age gap normally happen when they’re adults lol. also, I feel like that depends on the person and what’s their friend is like (?) regarding those experiences because I had talked to ppl with a year/two age gap too but I never felt like they opened my eyes to a whole another world.

that mean she must felt really bad then and it sound like she was nervous so probably just said the first thing that popped in her mind lol. ah, we all know each other and I wished the forgot friend a happy birthday since her one is a month before mine and before that i got her back together with the other friend that got annoyed so that’s probably why. she was annoyed though because she reacted with 🙃 when I told her 😂😂😂

it sound like Valentine must be her favourite occasion of the year then. do you know about white day ? oh I see so she probably get more excited towards the celebration as the relationship with her girlfriend become longer. it is a nice thing to see considering having a relationship like that mean the world for some people.

true true. personally believe you can never be too old (except when it comes to romantic/sexual relationships with minors or something-) but i do understand

yeah i’ve had other ppl online tell me off before bc i had a bunch of fourteen to sixteen year old friends at eighteen. i get where they’re coming from with all the grooming stuff and shit, but i was just genuinly friends with them 😭 like. i’m normal about my thirteen year old brother too?? we are very close and i could easily have the same fandom discussions with him. obviously i’d never do anything weird around minors??? you should definitely tell off people doing that but attacking adults solely for being friends/talking to minors when the conversations are all normal & the adult hasn’t done anything.. feels wrong to me. like if you can’t bring up any arguements, what’s the point? why tell me ‘‘omg you’re 18 stop interacting with a 14 year old!!’’ when the fourteen year old knows abt my age and actually approached me first 😭 idk there’s so much stupid age discourse. done with the topic now i’m tired of age discourse but i had to get it out of my system for once ajfjgjjsh

also, the world view thing definitely is a v personal thing. i’ve been in a class where most of my grade was pretty conservative and simply by talking to someone a grade above already helped a lot because they were more liberal lol. i think how much difference it can make is interesting ngl

yeah lol but i made sure she doesn’t have to feel bad about it (i hope) so it ended all well. oh well lmao

it’s definitely her fav holiday! i’ve heard of white day too but i don’t know much bc it isn’t celebrated here at all. tbh the only reason i kinda care abt it a tiny little bit is the official white day art we get in the genshin fandom lmao. she’s always been excited abt valentine’s day but yeah now she’s even happier <3 her gf & her are really cute together so i’m very happy for them! i’ve also known both of them for a few years, so i knew them before & when they got together, and i know that they both love each other lots :3

#☆—`ask #anon... any names you want me to call you? any emoji tags or smth? bc i would start tagging your asks with smth if you’re comfy to keep+#track of them. i am just having fun tagging things n putting them in order lol but don’t feel pressed

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headkiss · 2 years ago

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Happy Holiday season!!! Here's the prompt :

“Did you break into my house?”

“You refused to put up any Christmas decorations! What choice did I have?”

Happy writing!

hiii u didn’t specify a character so i went with my beloved peter parker, hope that’s okay!!! | 0.6k, christmas fluff

Peter loves Christmas. The lights, the trees, the stockings, everything. You, on the other hand, are more of a Grinch about the whole thing.

Every year of your friendship, without fail, Peter would be the one to make your heart grow a couple sizes. He’d be cheerful enough for the both of you, gifting you a thoughtful present, and moving on.

Apart from the scented candles and your fairy lights that stay up all year round, you never decorate, either. And so, like the sweet, holiday loving boy he is, Peter decided to sneak into your apartment and decorate for you.

Nothing major. Some lights on your fire escape and a tiny fake tree would do, he thinks. Because even if you act like you dislike the holiday completely, he knows it’s only because you aren’t used to having someone to celebrate with.

You have him now, and he wants to change your mind. He wants to be the good memories for you, enough so that the bad doesn’t stick out so much.

So, late at night, when he thinks you’ll stay asleep, he swings up to your fire escape and gets to work. The cold December air bites at his skin, leaving his cheeks rosy.

It’s not until he’s in your living room, knocking something over that you wake up with a jolt.

You hear another noise, and your heart’s racing. There’s someone inside, you think, and that’s scary. You reach for your phone and turn on the flashlight, then grab the heaviest book from your shelf as your weapon. It’s not great, but it’s the best your sleep-clouded mind can come up with.

His head snaps up when he sees your flashlight, and you’re about to throw the book at him when you realize it’s Peter.

“What the hell?” You ask, looking at the way he’s crouched next to a tiny christmas tree.

He plugs it in and smiles at you. That smile you love so much; it’s hard to move past it. “Hey, honey.”

“Peter? Did you break in?”

He stands up, shrugs shyly at you, “well, you wouldn’t put up your own decorations. What choice did I have?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe not scaring me half to death? I thought you were a murderer!”

“Right, and you chose a book to defend yourself?”

“Shut up,” you toss it on the couch.

You’re trying really hard to stay annoyed with him, but that proves to be difficult when you’re sort of in love with him, too. Not to mention the fact that you know his intentions are good. They’re never not good when it comes to Peter.

“How about a ‘thank you, Peter, for bringing in the Christmas spirit.’” You give him a deadpan look. “Yeah, okay, maybe not.”

Maybe Peter should have just asked you to decorate with him, but he wanted to do something for you. You’re his best friend and he loves you and it matters to him that you aren’t lonely during the holidays. Or ever.

It’s why he invites you to May’s for dinner, and why he shows up unannounced so often.

You trail your hand down his arm, give his hand a squeeze and hold it loosely. “This was really sweet, Peter, I just wish I didn’t almost have a heart attack in the process.”

He squeezes your hand back, “I just wanted to make Christmas special for you, ‘cause I know you don’t really like it.”

“Well, Christmas with you is a whole lot better than Christmas without you, if that helps.”

It does, he thinks. It helps a lot.

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tommybaholland · 3 years ago

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Hello, hope you're well and are having a nice time in the run up to Christmas ^o^ I was wondering if we could have some festive headcanons for the Sk8 boys like how they would spent Christmas/Christmas Eve with their S/O or what kind of Christmas present they would give and possibly receive from their S/O. I hope this helps spread some festive spirit and that you have a nice Christmas 🎄 🎄🎄

sk8 boys + how they spend christmas with their s/o

hi, thanks for the festive request! i tried to do a little more than straight headcanons but hope you enjoy! apologies to those who do not celebrate Christmas but i wish you a wonderful holiday season and a happy new year. x

reki

he loves christmas, it’s his favorite holiday so he’s always excited when it comes around especially when he gets to spend it with you

he likes to get you meaningful gifts and not just something that’s worth a lot, not that he doesn’t wish he could afford the best for you because that’s what you deserve

but your relationship is heavily influenced by the little gestures so he opts for something simple that he knows you’ll enjoy and it helps that you’re easy to please

this year he tried to have everything ready for you so you wouldn’t have to worry about cooking or cleaning on christmas eve but of course, that’s not all

“okay, now you can look,” he instructs, allowing you to uncover your eyes.

“wow, reiki,” you reacted, looking at the table of food he set up. “you made all of this today?”

“mmhmm,” he nodded.

“is that why you had me out running errands all day?”

“yeah,” he admitted coyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i wanted it to be a surprise. i hope everything tastes good though. i had a good deal of help from my mom.”

“it looks great,” you affirmed, wrapping your arm around his waist to hug him. “thank you.”

he hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head. “did you see the kitchen? i cleaned up too.”

“oh wow,” you replied, pulling away from him slightly. “you’re really doing it all tonight.”

“yep, i’m amazing,” he jokes. “i think i deserve a kiss.”

you giggle. “oh yeah?”

you lean in, pressing your lips against his for a sweet thank you kiss.

everything that he made was delicious, you were so full after eating. he was so happy that you enjoyed it and felt like this was the perfect time to present your actual present to you. you make a tsk noise at him as he hands it to you.

“no, no. don’t even try to refuse it,” he responds. “you knew this was coming.”

“yeah but you know i had to do it. i don’t need anything else from you,” you reply.

“well, don’t think of it as a present then. it’s just something i want you to have.”

you unwrap the gift to find a small box, opening it to see a pretty pink hibiscus pendant on a dainty chain.

“do you like it?” he asks.

“it’s beautiful, reki.”

“like you,” he replies, locking eyes with you.

“thank you so much. i love you,” you confess, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you share another tight hug and a few kisses before pulling away.

“i love you the most,” he returns. you roll your eyes playfully, he always has to one up you.

“okay. now it’s my turn to spoil you.”

langa

he likes the holiday season enough but he’s not too fazed by it as he grew up in a place where it always felt like christmas

however, it feels a little more special knowing he gets to spend the holiday with someone special

he always secretly wanted to get to share the festivities with someone as christmas is basically a second valentine’s day

his gifts aren’t extremely thoughtful like you almost always can guess what you’re getting from him but you appreciate that he pays attention to the things that you like

a gift suddenly appeared in front of you as you laid in bed with him.

“merry christmas,” he cheers quietly as he hands you a gift.

you chuckled. “it’s a little early to exchange gifts, no?”

“still, it’s christmas,” he reasons. “i can’t hide this from you any longer.”

you sit up, accepting the wrapped present from him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“aw, thank you.”

he leans on your shoulder as he sits behind you, watching you unwrap the present. you smile as you see the item that you had showed him over a month ago, telling him how much you wanted to get it. unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to get your hands on it due to shipping and/or stocking difficulties.

“how did you manage to get this?”

he smiled cutely. “i have my ways.”

“did you steal it?” you joke.

“nooo. have i ever stolen anything before?” he asks, humoring you.

“except my heart,” you threw back.

he opens his mouth to reply but nothing comes out except a smile.

“you’re stealing all the good lines, jeez.”

“i know i’m leaving you with nothing. i apologize,” you reply, petting a hand over his snow-like hair.

“i love it so much. thank you,” you repeated before turning around completely to hug and kiss him.

“you know i was going to get this, right?” he posited.

“umm, well, maybe,” you answered. “it’s okay though. i love it nonetheless.”

“oh god now your gift is about to be a million times better,” he assumed, feigning dramatics with his hand over his face.

“yeah good thing we got yours out of the way,” you joked, making him hug you really tight.

“hmph, you’re my gift now. i’m keeping you forever.”

“only if you’ll me for that long.”

“of course, i could never get tired of you,” he reveals before planting cute little kisses on your cheeks.

he may play it safe with gifts but you have to give him some credit for his smooth, sweet talking lines which he probably learned from joe.

joe

obviously he’d be all about cooking the night before feast so you never have to worry about that part

however, you try to encourage him to take on the task of trying to bake something together as it’s a pretty classic holiday activity

unfortunately, he’s not much of a baker and would want to start with something easy like cookies or maybe a pie with premade crust

it turns out to be more fun than he originally thought

you feel arms wrap around your waist from behind, signaling the presence of your boyfriend.

“hey, hot stuff,” he purrs in your ear. “what’re you doing in here with this cute apron on?”

he tugs lightly at the garment tied around your waist as you giggle.

“getting ready to bake some holiday treats. remember how we talked about doing that together?”

“uhh,” he stuttered. “yeah, haha. of course. let me get my apron.”

you shook your head playfully as he got ready, knowing that he completely forgot about that prior conversation.

“okay,” he speaks up again as he finishes tying the apron around his waist. “where do we start, sugarplum?”

“i was thinking we could make a variety of fun and classic cookies,” you suggested. “i kinda went a little over board on buying the filling for them.”

“yeah,” he agreed, looking at the numerous bags of chocolate chips, colorful-coated candies, nonpareils, and chocolate drops. “looks like you want a lot of chocolate in there.”

“we could do peanut butter too but i know chocolate is your favorite as well,” you pointed out.

“yes, it’s irresistible. just like you,” he flirted, hugging you from behind again.

“okay. less flirty joe, more baker joe,” you chided playfully.

you two worked together to prepare the dough for peanut butter cookies, some of which would be filled with chocolate chips and some would have a chocolate drop on top. he liked the preparation for baking enough. it wasn’t the same as cooking with chopping and marinating but instead mixing ingredients all together to make a delicious dough. he’d admit that cracking the eggs was his favorite part.

overall, he thought it was cool how simple ingredients react well together to form something yummy. he’d agree that baking really is a science.

however, waiting around for the cookies was probably the worst part, at least for you. he, on the other hand, has the patience of a saint.

you sigh. “and now we wait.”

you turn on the oven light so you could watch the cookies bake while he stood to the side, admiring you.

“you know, they’ll only bake slower if you watch them like that. they need some privacy, babe.”

“they’ll bake as i want them to,” you insisted.

he chuckled before moving closer and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his body.

“patience, my love. they’re not going anywhere,” he said as he placed multiple kisses on your forehead.

you felt his hand brush through your hair. “you have some flour in your hair,” he chuckled.

“which cookie are you most excited for?”

“i’m not sure,” you replied. “they all should be really good.”

“wanna know what cookie i’m most excited for?”

“are you about to say an actual cookie or are you about to flirt again?” you pondered aloud.

his lips stretched over his teeth as he tried to hide his smile.

“i was gonna say you, yeah. you’re my favorite cookie.”

then he begins to place many kisses all over your face, making you smile.

cherry

the holidays can be a bit of a stressful season especially with all the store sales practically begging for you to spend your money everywhere you turn

therefore exchanging gifts with him can be somewhat nerve wracking as he always has something extravagant planned for you

he tries to make everything extremely easy and relaxing for you as he believes that the holiday season shouldn’t cause so much anxiety, he wants you to enjoy it as much as possible

therefore, he really doesn’t expect anything from you in terms of a gift or grand gesture

“good morning, darling. how did you sleep?” he greets you as you walk into the kitchen, yawning and stretching out the last bits of sleepiness.

“pretty good,” you reply. “why didn’t you wake me up?”

“i felt as though you should sleep a little longer. we have all day to ourselves,” he explained.

“well, thank you,” you replied before making strides over to him for a good morning hug and kiss.

“shall we get the gift exchange over with?”

“what do you mean, ‘over with?’” he asked genuinely.

“i don’t know, i just feel like you always give me something really good that i love and i can never compete.”

“sweetheart, what are you talking about? i love all your gifts, including you alone,” he replied. “you are and will always be my greatest gift.”

you smiled at him as he brushed some hair behind your ear. you couldn’t believe that this beautiful man sits next to you, telling you that you are his gift. you have no concept of that whatsoever.

so all you can say is thank you.

“i love you so much,” he confesses.

“i love you too,” you return before closing the gap between you for a passionate kiss.

every holiday with him certainly is magical.

tadashi

he’s definitely more of a subdued person when it comes to holidays but he can appreciate certain traditions such as trimming the christmas tree or decorating a gingerbread house

decorating for the holidays would probably be his favorite part, wanting every part of your shared space to be lit with pretty lights

he also loves all the food you make and tries to give back by cleaning everything up for you

exchanging gifts makes him nervous because he thinks he could always do better but luckily he has someone as caring and nice as you

he just can’t wait to decorate for the season. as soon as the last week of november passes and the first day of december hits, he’s already picking out a tree and pulling out boxes filled with ornaments and lights.

“you did a really great job with the decorations, tadashi,” you compliment.

“thank you, lovely,” he replies, kissing you on your temple.

“sorry i never help but i have a habit of breaking ornaments. i broke three of my mom’s favorites in one year,” you explain.

he chuckles. “it’s okay. your presence alone is enough but i appreciate the consideration.”

“the dinner you made was wonderful. i hope we have a lot of leftovers because i can’t eat another bite,” he jokes.

“yes, there’s plenty to eat tomorrow. but i think we’ll still be in a food coma by then,” you remark.

“potentially, yes,” he agrees before falling silent, admiring how you look under the pretty lights.

he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your lips which grows into a more passionate kiss, scooping up your lower lip between both of his.

“i think it's time for gifts,” you announce after pulling away.

he nods, letting you leave his arms to grab the present you have for him.

“me first,” you call, handing him the neatly wrapped gift.

“thank you, my love,” he replies.

“well, don’t thank me yet,” you chuckle.

“i’m sure it’s lovely, whatever it is. like you,” he remarks.

you roll your eyes playfully before nudging him to continue opening it.

he pulls off the paper, revealing a small box which fits perfectly in his hands.

“oh, a box. riveting,” he reacts playfully.

“haha, you’re funny. keep going,” you encourage.

your smile remains on your face as he pulls the lid off the box, seeing the pretty custom ornament with a picture of you two inside. it was the first picture you had taken together as a couple, a few months into your relationship.

“turn it over,” you instructed.

he complied, turning over the enamel surface to read a message on the back.

‘to many all the firsts and more to come. i love you, tadashi.’

“this is beautiful, honey. i love it,” he reacted as he pulled you in for a hug and some quick, sweet kisses.

“here, let me put it in a special spot on the tree where everyone can see it but no one will break it,” he announces half-jokingly.

“oh, don’t worry. it’s not breakable. i made sure,” you remarked.

“just like us,” he responded.

“yeah,” you agreed. “just like us.”

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luxwritesfanfic · 4 years ago

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Always Attract

The strobe lights won’t stop blinding him and Sherlock can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s missing out, until he realizes he isn’t. Or, the one where the reader reminds him that they’re [Sher]locked for life. Enjoy!

Sherlock Holmes/Reader

Sherlock knew very well what it meant to be lonely.

He spent most of his life alone, physically and mentally. Before John, he had no one and he resigned himself to that fact. He didn’t need anyone else. They were too stupid, too vacant, they could never keep up with him. He would never allow them to.

As Sherlock looked around John and Mary’s reception, he wished he was able to mingle and chat aimlessly with people he didn’t really care about. He was willing to try, but it seemed no one could acknowledged his effort for what it was. He thought about calling for John but he knew he couldn’t monopolize all of the newlyweds’ time. That didn’t stop him from wishing that John would be so bored with everyone else that he’d come and talk with him. Things could go back to how they used to be just for a moment, and he could take the time to adjust.

He watched as everyone migrated to the dance floor and began pairing off, laughing and smiling and enjoying themselves as they should be. People walked around him like he wasn’t there and he wondered if that was how it had always been. Sherlock had always kept his distance from most people, they either could never compare intellectually or they couldn’t take his personality so he was used to being singled out. Most of the time it was by his own doing, but in cases like this all he wanted to do was fit in. He couldn’t recall a time, if there had been any, where someone truly wanted to know him.

And then there you were. He hadn’t a chance in hell when it came to you. You burst into his life and tore everything he had built in your wake. You were everything he wasn’t and still no defense system he had was enough to keep you, and ultimately his feelings for you, at bay. With one last resigning glance around the ballroom, Sherlock decided that he’d just go home. He would be the person to leave the wedding early if that meant he could go home to you, and you’d dance with him and tell him he’s brilliant and he’d get to hold you a little closer to him than necessary.

“The most handsome man in the room and I don’t have to steal you away from anyone on the dance floor? Guess I could’ve left the brass knuckles at home.” You walked up behind him and you don’t know what made you smile more, the way his face lit up when he saw you or how the stress left his body when you reached for his hand. He should have known by now that you would always come for him.

You had been late to the reception from being on-call at the hospital but you were finally off for the night and you came ready to celebrate with the most important people in your world.

He tried to hide the upward twitch of his lips but he couldn’t hide that from you if he tried.

“I didn’t think you would make it.” He brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. The strobe lights were shining all over and people were dancing around you but it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. You thought it was selfish to think that at your best friends’ wedding, but the more pressing concern was how sickeningly in love you were with everything Sherlock was at that moment.

“And miss seeing you all dressed up? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You were sure if you waited just another moment he would have asked you to dance, but you didn’t have a moment to spare. You had already missed out on so much. “Dance with me?”

You assumed his answer was yes because as soon as you asked and started to walk away from him and towards an open space, he was hot on your heels. He stops as you turn to face him and he looks like he’s about to speak but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs your hands and places them where they should be and you two begin to slow dance.

He wants to tell you that he’s spent the whole night trying to connect with people and it failed every time. That he doesn’t understand why people don’t react to him the same way they do you, someone who lights up every room they’re in.

“You’re far away from me, aren’t you?” You asked as you continued to dance, your voice no louder than the music playing but Sherlock had heard you all the same. He nodded as he continued to lead you around the dance floor. To everyone else he seemed as he always did: composed, graceful, arrogant. But you could tell by the way his eyes looked past you and his lack of commentary that he wasn’t really with you. Sherlock was grateful that you knew him so well. He often found answers when he was lost to his thoughts but there were also times where he couldn’t find his way back. He’d get lost in everything he didn’t understand, everything he missed out on, everything he got wrong.

As if you read his mind, you cupped his cheeks between your hands and brought his forehead to yours, dancing an afterthought to you both now. You smile at him and he swears he sees the light. “Sherlock,” you whisper like you’re telling him the secret to everything, “I need to tell you something.”

You move your arms back around his neck and he pulls you closer as you two begin to dance again with the everyone else. The room was glowing with love, and you were so happy to see that so many people showed up to celebrate your closest friends’ day.

“You were the one thing I got right. Seriously, you were the obvious one. I don’t think it could be anyone else if I tried. It’s you. I love you so much.”

It was then that it hit him that you could walk away from him at any moment and take with you the light of the only love he’s ever truly known. He also knew then that you would never hurt him like that because when you told him you loved him he could actually see it. In the way you were looking at him, holding him. In the ways that you always showed up for him. You were never shy with showing it, he just wasn’t observing.

Sherlock looked at you with so much admiration you thought you’d melt on the spot. “You mean that.” It wasn’t a question.

“You know I do.” It was as simple as that. You looked around to see that John and Mary were free and you started to pull Sherlock towards them. You hadn’t seen them all night and you wanted to shotgun champagne and get your family pictures. As you pulled Sherlock through the crowd, people you knew approached you both and for once Sherlock felt a sense of normalcy. He thought he’d hate it, but he found he was a perfect fit at your side as he reveled in that fact that you’d replaced a lot of your “I’s” with “we’s”. You included him as an integral part of your life and he had never thought that anyone would see him as an extension of themselves. He decided to never let you go.

You and Sherlock eventually made it back to Baker street a little more drunk than you meant to be and a lot happier than you thought was possible. As you went to start untying his tie, his hand grabbed your wrist.

“Is that,” he cleared his throat, his eyes moving around the room nervously before finding yours again, “is that something you want? A wedding, I mean.” Sherlock was fumbling over his words at this point and you couldn’t tell if he was really that nervous or if that final tequila shot was starting to make his brain numb and he couldn’t keep his words straight.

You freed your wrist from his grip and smoothed your hands over his shirt and under his blazer to push it off his shoulders. It was quiet for a few minutes before you finally spoke.

“If we’re being honest, the only person I see myself marrying is you. And weddings aren’t your thing. As handsome as you are dressed for battle, I think we’d probably be better off doing a nice dinner. Maybe at Angelo’s with our friends. We can go to the courthouse and then take our own very special holiday. I’m thinking somewhere warm, Bora Bora?”

“Y/N, I think I’d burn.” Sherlock smirked and all you could do is laugh at your ridiculous man. Your ridiculously lovely, handsome, out of this world man. You thought about coming back with something witty, but the way he was looking at you was screaming, “I think I just told you I wanted to marry you, I love you, please kiss me” so loudly that your ears were ringing and you thought you’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t answer to your true calling: loving Sherlock Holmes with every fiber of your being. So of course you kissed him. Again, and again, and again.

Sherlock kept your answer tucked away in his mind and it came to surface everytime you walked Northumberland street. He wasn’t even sure you remembered the conversation but he’d never forget it. He’d talk to Angelo about the dinner and leave it up to Mary to decorate the room and he’d ask you and you’d say yes and then you’d get married by whoever could officiate it the quickest. John would get the chance to be Sherlock’s best man and his mother would probably cry and you’d be looking at him like you love him, because you do. And he’d look like he loves you too, because he does.

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