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[demonlorddiva]

What I’d get the obey me brothers as a present!

Lucifer

This man seems to have EVERYTHING I’d be scrambling to find something he would like

Factory tour is definitely on the list LMAO

Bottles of demonus is a good idea too!

But I think I’d go for a Custom record with all of our favorite songs, the sleeve is a picture of us 🥰

Mammon

He’s a car guy so that gives some options

But he’s also a fashion guy, a casino guy, and just a luxury guy in general

So if your budget is low ur gonna have to get creative

You KNOW he loves spending time with you, and I think if you made something (especially if you told him you worked really hard on it) he would be dying

Like a custom card, maybe a Lego set of his car that you put together yourself, would go a really long way

Anything matching, rings, shirts, bracelets, I think he’d really like too

If you wanna be funny do that thing where u buy a plot of land in Irland so he can be LORD mammon in the human world too (warning: he will be annoying about it after)

Levi

FINALLY SOMEONE EASY TO SHOP FOR HELLO

Any ruri chan figure that he doesn’t have will do

Really anything anime related

Any video games he doesn’t have (especially if they are 2 player so you can play together) I think he would greatly appreciate

If you got matching stuff I think he’d only wear it when you were together in his room, he would get so flustered if someone noticed lmao

I think he would enjoy stuffed animals as well!

Satan

You’d THINK he’d be hard to shop for too but I got some ideas!!

I think he would DIE if you got him one of those bookcase mini world things to put on one of his shelves would be a GREAT idea

Especially if he found out how long it took you to glue all the pieces together 🤣

I’d say get one and put it together and get another so you can both make it for a date night!

Ofc book marks, book holders, or even your favorite reads I think he will enjoy

Even if you did some origami on some paper and made a bookmark I think this boy would be happy

Also anything cat related ofc

Scratch everything just wear cat ears in front of him he will be Grateful enough HAHA

Asmo

Another easy shopper!!

Nail polish, face masks, bath stuff, hair stuff, the possibilities are endless

But i think he’d appreciate something personalized

Like a hand mirror that you decorated yourself with rhinestones that spell out his name

Or bath bombs or Epsom salts that you doctored up/made yourself would go a long way

But watch out, once you give them to him he won’t just want to use them on himself

That’s right your in for a full spa day too!!

Beel

If you can bake you’ve got his gift in the bag!

Any sort of dessert wrapped up and given to him is an easy way to his heart!

But if you want something sentimental I think he’d appreciate that too!

I think he’d wear more jewelry if you gave it to him

Especially if it matched with you or you combined belphies and his gifts with matching accessories!

Feel like he’s the kinda guy who doesn’t get things for himself so I think things like workout outfits, shoes, and socks would be greatly appreciated too!

He’s giving you a hug afterwards he’s so happy you just thought of him 😭

belphegor

Self care KING

He never has enough blankets, pillows, stuffed animals

The more the merrier honesty

I think one of those weighted heatable stuffed animals would be the PERFECT gift

Maybe some cute comfy sweatshirts too

If you wanted to go all out you can get him a heated blanket or a custom blanket you made yourself or something personalized like his name on it

If it’s a really special occasion you can buy him a star!! (Idk if you can do that in the devildom but you can do a human world one!) he’d freak out for sure

If your on a budget, just make some “coupon cards” for a free one hour cuddle or nap and he’s gonna be a happy demon

Not proofread okay bye!!!

[serxinns]

Valentines Day

Platonic Yandere class 1a and Aizawa

Reader is female in this

Just a little cute drabble I made!

Requested by @roxanndrummond

• Valentine's Day was here and it surely affected your school cause when you walked in you saw a bunch of decorations everywhere little angels pictures of shooting hearts on the hallways doves origami hanging on top of the ceiling kissing and etc

•"Happy Valentine's name!" midoriya said as he hugged you tightly "You too! Izuku wants to walk to class?" you offered a hand to him "Sure!!" he took your hand while the 2 of you happily chatted making way to class

•When you arrived at your class you were greeted by your classmates Some were happy valentines some were complimenting you and some even gave you a warm and wave when you passed them and made it to their seats when Aizawa arrived

• At Class someone tapped on your shoulder and it was Tsuyu she digged in her bag and gave you a frog style bag you looked in the bag and see that there was a cute little frog plushie and it was strawberry scented you thanked Tusyu and gave her your gift which was a Hello Kitty Plushie and a Frog necklace She thx you back with a Kero

•Aizawa noticed this and told you to meet him right after school which you got nervous a bit

•At the change you were surprised when all the girls said Happy Valentine day valentines times Day and gives you a different gifts

• Momo gave you a Gold block, you gave her a cute bracelet in return

• Ochsko gifted you some homemade frosted cookies, you gifted her with a cute scarf and a Kirby plushie

• Hakagure gifted you a shirt that is now yours fav you gifted her back Some cute earrings and a new purse

• Jirou gifted you Kuromi-themed headphones while you fited her a my melody guitar

• Mina gifted you a new phone case while you gifted her a pink Leopard print Jacket

• You all loved your gifted and did a group hug while training

• After training the boys gave you their gifts and you gift them their gifts as well (im too lazy to write what they gave you So it's up to your imagination)

•After class you met with Aizawa Since you got in trouble but were surprised when he hugged you and ruffled your head saying "Happy valentines Day kid" and gifted you a Mini sleeping bag of your own while you gifted him a 1# dad cup less to say he's keeping that

[oxygenbefore1775]

how they wrap gifts

➼ featuring: annie, armin, eren, jean, hange, levi, mikasa, pieck, porco, reiner zeke

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annie

since she very carefully unwraps her own presents, she ends up reusing the paper for the following year - oftentimes the same paper would go as a wrapping for the same person she'd received the gift (and thus the paper) the previous year from

measures out a piece of paper by eye and never gets the size wrong

a pull-string bow nestled in a corner is peak level of gift decoration for Annie but she'd always make sure to attach name tags

armin

chooses wrapping paper and ribbon based not on the festive season but on the vibes of a person the gift is intended for - so everyone gets their gift theme-coordinated

adjusts his wrapping technique to suit the shape of the present perfectly, wraps and unwraps the gift multiple times for necessary corrections

adds a personal hand-written card within each present alongside the recipient's favourite treats

eren

uses too much tape and spends too much time hunched over each present, making sure every edge is crisp and neat

opts for solid color wrapping paper as he prefers to write the recipient's name directly on the paper

no non-sense embellishments - if he ever uses one, it would be a ribbon tightly wrapped around the present to ensure its security, topped off with a plain looking bow

jean

too cool for conventional design wrapping paper so he uses kraft paper and customizes it with doodles putting undoubtedly and most certainly zero effort in the creation process

can't stand the look of tape on the kraft paper which results in him hot-glue-gunning his way through each present for speed

ties a length of twine around the present and glues on a totally not thoroughly planned out potpourri arrangement for a finishing touch

hange

uses metallic and holographic wrapping paper paired with ribbon of the same bright neon color

the wrapping is meant to be destroyed in their mind that's why they pack the presents like party crackers and fill it with confetti and glitter

always adds a bag of goodies to the main gift

levi

uses double-sided tape since it's more neat than regular tape or glue

color-codes gifts with different kinds of wrapping paper so that he remembers which present is for whom - one could say that he chooses the recipient's favorite design but he'd never admit to it

has adopted one wrapping style for himself and never strays away from it, honing it to perfection in speed and precision

mikasa

opts for furoshiki instead of paper since it's more practical and would skip over the messy wrapping process - fabric with subtle flower patterns is her favorite

embroiders the recipient's initials on each piece of cloth to add a personal touch and ensure that she wouldn't mix up the presents

makes the bow so tight for security that only she is able to untie it afterwards and tucks dried flowers under the knots for the look and slight fragrance

pieck

never really bothers with the choice of wrapping paper - if there isn't some lying around the house, she'd simply make due with whatever newspaper she has

glitter and pull-string bows draw the attention from all the wrapping mistakes that's why Pieck rarely starts over and keeps going no matter what

might go an extra mile of wrapping gifts several times just to fuck with people

porco

implements more complicated styles of wrapping including origami patterns and such

prefers scented wrapping paper basing his paper choices primarily on fragrance rather than appearance - also makes sure that everyone knows that he uses scented paper and thus is fancier than them

makes it his mission to use as little tape as possible

reiner

since most of the stationery in the house was bought for Gabi, Reiner often finds himself using her supplies, with glitter glue being the most frequent choice

his presents are usually the biggest since he oftentimes gets carried away and buys a bunch of mini-gifts alongside the main one

the little bows he crafts at the end of the ribbons or to attach a name tag are consistently the cutest - the same goes for the thematic stickers strategically placed throughout the present

zeke

it would be a stroke of luck to see Zeke's gifts wrapped in any sort of wrapping paper, or just paper for that matter - he doubts that it would be worth his time and effort wrapping each present up just for the paper to get eventually destroyed

that's why gift bags are his besties - not only do they save him the effort of wrapping but they can also be repurposed for future use

the same goes for the name tags - he's customized wooden blanks with the names of a set group of people and reuses them from year to year

[brokoala-soup]

I think my aesthetic might be something along the lines of cottagecore and light academia with a tinge of Studio Ghibli and bits and pieces of chaotic academia. So this includes:

classical music blaring out of cheap speakers, homemade food served in reused takeout containers, half dying houseplants in everything but traditional flower pots, the fragrance of jasmine and mint, mirrors reflecting sunlight on to disorganised bookshelves with the most random collection of books, soups in glassware, gel pen doodles all over my notes, herbal teas in whiskey glasses, locally sourced incense sticks, handmade woolen blankets over commercially sold quilts, baking granola bars on a lazy sunday afternoon, adding chocolate to literally everything, mid day naps when the weather is cloudy yet humid, ribbon ties instead of stapler pins, making my own spice powders, scented oil lamps, being obsessed with cloves, sleeping on a bed full of pillows only to find over half of them on the floor next morning, missing alarms because closing my eyes for two more seconds won't make me fall asleep again, picking flowers and herbs from the garden, sleepy afternoons, careful skincare but with the most day to day products, eucalyptus oil, use and throw inhalers to deal with my anxiety because the smell of menthol calms me down, short nails and neutral manicure, smelling like flowers one day and like the sea the other, getting excited whenever I spot the moon, absolutely in awe and in love with the clouds because they're amazing and so creative, puppies, calligraphy using ball pens, homemade mocha latte using soya milk, my grandma's childhood earrings that I wear all the time, newspapers, organic vegetables sold by retired social workers, tote bags, reusable metal water bottles, hot showers and cold rinses, using my grandmother's favorite brand of soap because I love smelling like her, herbal hair oil, smelling like sandalwood, cooking pasta with the family, reading secondhand books, collecting fused light bulbs, pencil underlines, postcards, 1 am poetry, pop instrumentals and pensive journaling, benzene rings on page margins, berry flavoured cough syrup, baking bread, long walks, loud conversations, thrifting, e-books, chocolate wrappers hidden between dictionary pages, colourful periodic table prints, plushies, honey, fleece blankets, sleeping cats, signet ring, dried rose I'd bought for myself and carried around like a trophy travelling back home with it in the public bus, twinning perfumes coincidentally with my best friend, vintage looking brand new ink pen and expired ink, sticky notes with motivational quotes covering my wall, never buying perfumes and only using the ones I'm gifted, random words that remind me of niche incidents or memories written along the corners of my study material, pearl jewelry set that my dad gifted my mom but it's me who wears it now, combat boots bought at ¼th it's price at a discount clearance sale, all my jackets being bought from different countries by my dad and thus each serving as a token of memory, lipstick shades that match only extremely specific vibes and look off and odd at other times, cherry lip balm stick that I've used only twice, daily calendar sheets reused as a notepad, birthday candles from my 16th birthday sitting on my work table, the lingering smell of multiple beverages in my room because I seldom wash the cups I drank them from and now they're cluttered all over the room, hand me down luxury watches older than me, chipped nailpolish, reminders written down on tissue papers, bus tickets all over my bag, sugar-free chewing gum, deodorant that never washes off my clothes, wearing clothes purchased 5 years ago and getting compliments simply because it's not trendy but is unique, mini origami cranes, rose sprays, lychee scented sanitizer, baking bread at home on weekends, homemade hair masks, turning up late because i was busy enjoying life walking through the eucalyptus grove on the way to class, running to the station yet missing the train, all my everyday ornaments having a deeper meaning to me.

[inariizaki]

happy hearts day everyone! since it's valentine's day, here r filo!robaire drabbles that was supposed to be a fic, but didn't make it into a fic ( but actually it's just an overall hc )

hidalgo's way of making you flustered is complimenting you using deep filipino words we until you look red as a tomato. AND he's gonna write you letters ( even if it's not an special day or something. ) with sweet filipino words in it. and this one's not probably his way in flustering you but he calls you ' aking tinatangi. ' so ooooften. that's his favorite nickname of you.

“ tangi, nagseselos ka? hmm. wag kang mag selos. gusto mo, halikan kita sa harap nun? ” he reassures you, which made you roll your eyes.

“ oh, sige nga? gawa? ” you said, looking at him with your arms crossed.

he chuckled at your response, “ sige po. ”

and he did kiss you infront of her.

( THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FULL FIC KASO NA MENTAL BLOCK AKO KAYA HC NALANG SYAA )

hidalgo's love language is acts of service, physical touch, and giving gifts.

he loves helping you with anything you're assigned, like cleaning the classroom, returning the books that your teacher borrowed, carrying your bag for you, and so on.

and this man loves loves loves back hugs so much. whenever the teacher's gone and the both of you are assigned to list noisy? man's gonna hug you behind. and you've got nothing to do with it. and holding hands while walking? it's his habit. you can't basically take a walk with him without him holding your hand.

and yes, giving gifts. he makes you cute little origami papers, like mini paper flowers, he also likes sharing his food with you incase you forgot about it.

@lapixx @4townn

[bookclub4m]

Episode 185 - Crafts & Crafting

This episode we’re discussing the non-fiction genre of Crafts and Crafting! We talk about art vs craft, makerspaces vs crafting spaces, the challenges of trying new crafts, academic crafting, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

Paper + Craft: 25 Charming Gifts, Accents, and Accessories to Make from Paper by Minhee Cho, Truman Cho, and Randi Brookman Harris

Re-Creative: 50 Projects for Turning Found Items Into Contemporary Design by Steve Dodds

Trash Origami: 25 Paper Folding Projects Reusing Everyday Materials by Michael G. LaFosse and Richard L. Alexander

Crafting Change: Handmade Activism, Past and Present by Jessica Vitkus

Hand Lettering: Creative Alphabets for Any Occasion by Thy Doan Graves

Mastering Hand-Lettering: Your Practical Guide to Creating and Styling the Alphabet by Mye De Leon

Creepy Cross-Stitch: 25 Spooky Projects to Haunt Your Halls by Lindsay Swearingen

A Crochet World of Creepy Creatures and Cryptids: 40 Amigurumi Patterns for Adorable Monsters, Mythical Beings and More by Rikki Gustafson

Chonky Amigurumi: How to Crochet Amazing Critters & Creatures with Chunky Yarn by Sarah Csiacsek

Simple Hand Sewing: 35 slow stitching and mindful mending projects by Laura Strutt

Boro & Sashiko, Harmonious Imperfection: The Art of Japanese Mending & Stitching by Shannon Mullett-Bowlsby and Jason Mullett-Bowlsby

Wilderness Knits for the Home by Linka Neumann

Other Media We Mentioned

Two Point Hospital (Wikipedia)

Two Point Campus (Wikipedia)

Links, Articles, and Things

Fuse beads (Wikipedia)

Jam’s Tiger Millionaire costume (and their trophy)

Tiger Millionaire (Steven Universe Wiki)

The cross stitch Matthew finished the night before recording

Bone folder (Wikipedia)

Fourth Doctor (the one with the scarf) (Wikipedia)

Creativebug (see if your library provides access)

Creepy halloween mask template

Granny square (Wikipedia)

Creepypasta (Wikipedia)

15 Crafts and Crafting books by BIPOC Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Weaving in the Peruvian Highlands: Dreaming Patterns, Weaving Memories by Nilda Callañaupa Alvarez

The Embroidered Garden: Stitching through the Seasons of a Flower Garden by Kazuko Aoki

asowacikanisa: A Guide to Small Metis Bags by Amy Briley and Gregory Scofield

Knitting for Radical Self-Care: A Modern Guide by Brandi Cheyenne Harper

This Long Thread: Women of Color on Craft, Community, and Connection by Jen Hewett

Print, Pattern, Sew: Block-Printing Basics + Simple Sewing Projects for an Inspired Wardrobe by Jen Hewett 

Embroidered Animals: Wild and Woolly Creatures to Stitch and Sew by Yumiko Higuchi

Super Easy Amigurumi: Crochet Cute Animals by Mitsuki Hoshi

Mini Knitted Woodland by Sachiyo Ishii

The Art of Mi'kmaw Basketry by edited by shalan joudry and Holly Brown Bear

Embroidery: A Modern Guide to Botanical Embroidery by Arounna Khounnoraj

Visible Mending: A Modern Guide to Darning, Stitching and Patching the Clothes You Love by Arounna Khounnoraj

The Tunisian Crochet Handbook: A Beginner's Guide by Toni Lipsey

Literary Yarns: Crochet Projects Inspired by Classic Books by Cindy Wang

The Auntie Sewing Squad Guide to Mask Making, Radical Care, and Racial Justice by Kristina Wong

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Headcanons- Pt 1: Hazel Wong

Ok, there are NOT enough MMU headcanons, so I'm making some.

Glasses: - She 100% has glasses - Either gold, bronze or rose gold wire framed - Or black ones - ALWAYS ROUND GLASSES - Carries her case and cloth with her 24/7

Arts & Craft: - She does origami and other papercraft stuff like making those paper pom-pom flower ball things - And DIYS and just art & craft in general - She always makes homemade thoughtful gifts for her friends - Usually 3D cards with those really really finnicky pop-ups - I don't think boxcutters were a common thing back then, so she somehow manages to make them with scissors - Like how???

Handwriting: - Loopy, kind-of-not-really cursive - INSANELY good at disguising and changing her handwriting - Can forge signatures really really well - Can write using anything- quill, pencil, pen, but HATES writing in marker or colour pencil or crayon or anything like that - Prefers pencil though - Immense dislike of blue ink, because she thought it smelled bad, but it was just because the ink happened to be weird the only time she ever used it but now she's over it - Always has graphite dust on her hand from writing so much - Is kind of ambidextrous- can write with both hands, but still prefers her right - Broke her right wrist/ arm on a mission and did everything with her left hand after that, surprising everyone but Daisy and Alexander because they'd seen her write with her left hand before - Writes stories and poetry in her spare time - Defenitely has a notebook of poems she has written

Detectivey Stuff: - Always carries around a mini magnifying glass, at the urging of Daisy - Her magnifying glass is either gold, bronze, rose gold or just black (like her glasses) - Always has a bag with her- whether a purse, a backpack, a shoulder bag or whatever fits the occasion & her disguise (if she's undercover) - Or just a dress altered to have insanely large pockets (she always has a notebook, pencil, probably eraser, magnifying glass, glasses case and probably some sort of candy/ snack with her- she can't fit all that into normal pockets - Gets the title of her cases gold-foiled onto her casebook covers

Sleep: - Sleeps a reasonable amount when she's not on a case, and her amount of sleep each night steadily decreases the longer a case stretches on - Can have 20 cups of coffee and somehow still get to sleep on time - Unless she's on a really stressful part of a case, or she's on the verge of finding something out- when that happens, even sleeping meds won't work on her

Sexuality/ Gender: - If this were a modern AU, I would say she was a trans girl, but in canon this is literally impossible because if she were she definitely would not be allowed to express herself as a girl, and be going to Weston or something - As it is, I see her as a cis girl (pronouns she/her) and biromantic demisexual, with no preference

Food & Drink: - Likes both coffee and tea, and has a sweet tooth - Drinks tea with far too much sugar - Usually drinks coffee straight black, with only a tiny bit of sugar - But if she's on her period, she drinks milk with coffee rather than coffee with milk - Loves chocolate - Loves macarons - Loves all sweet pastries - Mooncakes and Chinese flaky pastries with sesame filling are her comfort food

[oonajaeadira]

Three things I want to know about you:

Your sock size

What style earrings you wear most often

Your thoughts on tea

You could ask anything and this is what you got?

Good.

Your sock size

Women's socks. I don't know. I'm a 7 - 7.5 US Women's shoe. I just go to the sock aisle and buy women's socks. Or, if there are sizes listed, whatever includes my shoe size.

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Your thoughts on tea

I like tea very much. I prefer coffee, but once the cold times roll around, I drink almost as much tea as coffee. I prefer black teas and my absolute favorite is Tazo's Awake English Breakfast. As with my coffee, no sugar, only cream.

I'm pretty tolerant to caffeine now, so I actually drink tea in the evenings when I want to calm down! 🤣

But it's lovely when I have sweet things. I like coffee and milk with my baked goods, but there is something nice about a cup of strong tea and cookies for desert. mmmm. cozy.

Also. Coffee goes in my Haunted Mansion mug, but tea goes in my dala horse mug. This is important because the HM mug is black and the dala horse one is white. I like the alchemy of watching the tea steep and prefer to see the color of it as it browns so I know when to take the bag out before it gets too bitter.

I also make mini-pots of loose tea. I am working through a black tea called Grandma's Apple Pie that has dried apples and cinnamon and spices in it. It is my all-time favorite, but the local tea shop that made it went out of business during pandemic and I'm trying to stretch out my last tin.... sigh.

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What style earrings you wear most often

Here! I'll show you some of my favorites! (Sorry about the poor photography!)

I am in an earring phase at the moment and have a lot of faves. I'm pretty particular because I have high nickel sensitivity.

I get a lot of my best stuff from my favorite local gift shop that deals in local artmakers:

That black one is actually one of a favorite pair but I lost one when I was in Orlando last May 😩 so I pair it with a sword and moon I found at Spirit Halloween.

Speaking of Spirit Halloween, I picked up these shinies...which I will wear year round because that's my jam:

Yes, those are little blood-splattered mirror knives with jewel blood droplets. eeeee

And sometimes I wanna go all elegant like, so here are some of my favorites in my gold section:

Oh! And if I wanna keep it dainty...animal studs!

(Hard to see, but those are gold origami fox heads, rose gold antlers, and silver origami bunnies. I got them at an art sale in Brooklyn.)

And I often troll Etsy for lovely things, like these asymetrical starburst and celestial pairs:

I keep them bundled with a third post because I have a double piercing in my right ear. (There used to be three there, but I let the highest one close.)

But having three spots for earrings means I have room for my absolutely favorite set...I wear Asoka's lightsabers in my right and the Darksaber in my left:

I will never ever get over how high quality these are and I love them so much and can't recommend them enough. (You can find them here...they're sold individually so you can mix and match!)

[itsnothingofinterest]

I think this fandom needs more villainous Christmas content, and also we really need some light Villain content right now; so since the PLF were formed and Shigaraki was still with them for last Christmas, here’s what I headcanon Shigaraki & the lieutenants got each other during their tense first few days after the merger.

Shigaraki

He get everyone video games. And also personal consoles for each and every one of them. Now Hero Aca is 200 years in the future, but I’m gonna list specific games & series anyway and just say if it still exists, it’s the latest game from that series, if not, it’s something similar to that series. With that said, here’s what he got everyone.

Dabi: Doom

Toga: Assassins’ Creed

Spinner: Grand Theft Auto

Twice: Animal Crossing

Mr. Compress: Mario

Geten: Dark Souls

Skeptic: Professor Layton

Trumpet: Command & Conquer

Redestro: X-COM

Attitude after merger review: Good marks; no noticeable signs of favoring old friends over enemies turned allies. Good job hiding that animosity Tomura!

Dabi

He went to a book store and got everyone books; because they’re good gifts that still allow him the opportunity to knock everyone’s literacy skills by saying they should read more. It’s an important balance for him to strike, getting good gifts without appearing friendly in the slightest. Anyway, here’s the genres he got everyone

Shigaraki Edge action adventure

Toga: Romance

Spinner: Action adventure YA novel

Twice: Slice-of-life comedy

Mr. Compress: murder mystery

Geten: University-level math textbook

Skeptic: Sci-fi navel gazing

Trumpet: Political theory

Redestro: Suspenceful Thriller

Attitude after merger review: Would’ve been fine if not for that dig at Geten’s uneducated status. Try harder next year, please.

Toga

Reminiscent of her pre-quirk Christmases, she decided to make homemade gifts for everyone using whatever she had available. Which was a lot, actually, since she was not afraid to spend Redestro’s money on supplies. In fact she went out of her way to get the most expensive supplies available at every opportunity.

Shigaraki: A grim miniature carnival ground where action figures of All Might & other pros are tortured and mutilated.

Dabi: a miniature statue of him made out of platinum and then crudely painted.

Spinner: An origami model of Stain with a vast arsenal of origami swords.

Twice: a Hand-knitted toque just a bit to big for his head.

Mr. Compress: A collection of new masks in fancy paints.

Geten: A mountaineering pick-ax with a handle in his color scheme.

Skeptic: Just a piece of paper saying “I know about the neck snapping. I look forward to working with you.”

Trumpet: A Trumpet.

Redestro: A bust of his head made of solid gold and smiling his to-wide fake-y smile.

Attitude after merger review: Also docking points for a dig at a former adversary, and what’s worse is it wasn’t even in the form of a proper present. Also losing points for going out or your way to spend Redestro’s money, which granted, everyone else was doing too, but you were a bit upfront with it. Employ more subtlety next time!

Spinner

Spinner also got everyone video games like Shigaraki did; however he looked into indie games. Gotta support the little guys, y’know? That said, indie games 200 years in the future are nearly equivalent to AAA games now in all the ways that matter, so there’s not too much of a difference except it’s all spiritual successors, no franchises. Huge selection though, and there’s successors to everything so Spinner’s set.

Shigaraki: Metroid

Dabi: Mario Kart

Toga: Danganronpa

Twice: Rayman

Mr. Compress: Clunhouse Games: 51 Classics

Geten: Celeste

Skeptic: Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes.

Trumpet: Call of Duty

Redestro: Roller Coater Tycoon

Attitude after merger review: Full marks just like Tomura, as expected of his closest lieutenant. Excellent gifting Spinner!

Twice

Now that he has money, he just went on some Amazon-esque website and got the first thing he saw the reminded him of everyone. As such, his gifts are the most sporadic & random.

Shigaraki: A bottle of Kurogiri’s favorite wine.

Dabi: A quality pack of cigarettes.

Toga: Hairclips with characters from an anime she liked growing up.

Spinner: One of the spinning whetstone things for sharpening blades.

Mr. Compress: A new hat.

Geten: a pair of mittens.

Skeptic: Several Spools or wire + a pair of wire cutters.

Trumpet: A maintenance kit for trumpets.

Redestro: A $1000 donation to a quirkless rights movement in his name. (Can you tell he’s still mad about Giran?)

Attitude after merger review: Once more, major marks docked for taking a dig at an enemy-turned-ally that you can hardly even pretend is a proper gift. Once again; if you can’t do anything nice, be more sublet when acting mean.

Mr. Compress

He frankly wanted to see if he could get anyone into his hobbies, or at least get them something to remind them of him, so he robbed a magic store for magic trick-based toys & performance tools.

Shigaraki: One of those things where you saw your assistant in half (complete with saw).

Dabi: Those weird orb things that slid around your hand.

Toga: One of those boxes you have your assistant stand in and then stab them (complete with knives).

Spinner: Fancy deck of cards

Twice: Yo-yo collection.

Geten: Hula hoop

Skeptic: Semi-transparent Mirror

Trumpet: Bracelet things where you put one inside the other.

Redestro: Fog Machine

Attitude after merger review: Nearly full marks, but it is rather noticeable how League members got, on average, much larger presents than the MLA alumni. Still, the plausible deniability is worth something here. 

Geten

He just went to a store to get whatever he could find. He did not try very hard for the League. Or Skeptic & Trumpet for that matter.

Shigaraki: Santa hat

Dabi: Snow globe

Toga: Chocolate Bar

Spinner: Elf hat.

Twice: Bag of candy

Mr. Compress: a $20 gift card.

Skeptic: New tie.

Trumpet: A wallet.

Redestro: A Blue-Ray collection of a movie series he’d been meaning to see.

Attitude after merger review: Absolute lowest marks; the fact that he got bad gifts for fellow MLA members does not hide this fact as well as he may think it does.

Skeptic

Not really knowing enough about any of these guys enough to really think about what they want, but still wanting to show off; he hacked into the personal bank accounts of several heroes & famous figures and, using each one, got a ¥ 1 million gift card from this store franchise that doesn’t allow any kind of refunds.  Here are the corresponding accounts used to make each person’s gift (he did at least put thought into who each recipient might like to rob).

Shigaraki: All Might

Dabi: Endeavor

Toga: Best Jeanist

Spinner: Wash

Twice: Yoroi Musha

Mr. Compress: Edgeshot

Geten: Mirko

Trumpet: Some political opponent

Redestro: The HPSC president

Attitude after merger review: Both thoughtful and balanced between old & new partners, full marks for one of the last people you might’ve expected. Way to use that pride, Skeptic!

Trumpet

A rather materialistic fellow, he got everyone some new tech or item of convenience.

Shigaraki: An expensive watch.

Dabi: A temperature-controlled water bottle

Toga: A big make-up kit

Spinner: A nice suit

Twice: An Ipod.

Mr. Compress: A nice suitcase.

Geten: A mini-fridge.

Skeptic: A new laptop.

Redestro: A new phone.

Attitude after merger review: Full marks, I suppose, if only because he equally half-arsed it for everyone. Not even out of malice either, he just didn’t try all that hard for anyone.

Redestro

The richest of the lot: he also just got everyone some piece of technology/luxury rich person thing, with the difference that his presents were really big & expensive. He was rather invested in endearing himself to the new team.

Shigaraki: A kind of really big yacht, one with windows around the deck to keep people from seeing him. Imagine a cross between a yacht & a limo, actually.

Dabi: A stupidly big TV with like 10 different streaming services pre-paid on it. 

Toga: A self-driving car.

Spinner: One of those 4-wheeled dirt bikes

Twice: His very own mountain lodge.

Mr. Compress: His very own hot tub.

Geten: His own private jet, complete with a walk-in freezer installed in the back.

Skeptic: A warehouse & collection of those big data storage units; enough to back-up all the data his company had ever collected.

Trumpet: A new van

Attitude after merger review: Full marks and well earned; because even if they weren’t always the most personalized, they were too high quality for it to matter. And for once the expense wasn’t a mark against him because he was spending his own money!

Final review: Toga got everyone the best gifts, with Twice taking 2nd place, because theirs were both thoughtful and unique. Even the non-gift to Skeptic & Redestro couldn't bring them below anyone else’s score. Everyone else sucks at this. 3rd place goes to Redestro though, because “money can’t by happiness” is a phrase that doesn’t apply to poor people.

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Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

Art credit: @ SteamyTomato on Deviantart

Part 7: Returning to Heights Alliance, Bakugou vs you, movie night at the dorms!!

Word Count: 3.8k

It was late when you all got back to the dorms.

Kaminari lugged in your cot as Shoji carried the rest of the bags all by himself. You protested that you could do it, but the gentlemen had insisted.

Well, Shoji had.

Kaminari had been electrocuted by Jirou's jack after picking up the lightest thing as a joke.

You had giggled to yourself. It turned out the electric boy wasn't immune to electricity.

As soon as you stepped foot inside the vacant common area, you made your way upstairs into your empty room, letting Shoji and Kaminari know that they could leave your stuff anywhere. You still weren't sure how you wanted to set up your room.

The girls had split off, needing to complete some of their own things before tomorrow, not to mention, put away all the things they themselves had bought at the mall.

Yaoyorozu and Asui had surprised you along with the rest of the girls with a whole bunch of fancy room decorations. You hadn't seen all of it, but there were mirrors, wall stickers and paper cranes you could have hung down from the ceiling.

You had promised to wait until the next day to put them up so that they could help you. Though, it wasn't a hard decision. You couldn't even think of decorating your room without them since you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

Shoji, Kaminari and Ojiro, who were lagging behind you with all of your things, set them down pretty quickly outside of your door and Shoji was in the middle of offering to help put together your bed for the night when Aizawa came in.

Leaving it in their teacher's capable hands as you flitted around the room, Shoji and Kaminari took their leave as you envisioned in your mind how you wanted it to look.

Ojiro had homework he still had to do as well as the others so Aizawa was the only one left to help you. He reluctantly left after giving you a hug goodnight, relishing the feeling of having you in his arms before he let go.

But not before he whispered that you could come find him if you had another nightmare. It would be easy since you lived on the same floor, just on opposite sides.

You nodded, thanking him. Not just for his offer but also what he did for you earlier. You were indebted to him, Kaminari, Jirou and Aizawa.

Ojiro just patted your head reassuringly, sending you that tender smile that gave you goosebumps and sent your heart rate accelerating.

Aizawa helped you put together the metal frame of the cot and then the two of you unfolded the large mattress pad Jirou had picked out as soon as Ojiro closed the door behind him. You placed your hands on your hips proudly when it was all done.

Already, your room looked so much more homely.

You hadn't bought a desk. Not only would it not fit in the van so that they could bring it back, but you preferred open space. If it was too cluttered, it would feel too cramped for you to move around in and that was the last thing you wanted.

You didn't say anything about it, but you were pretty sure Aizawa was hanging around and making sure you were okay as you put the finishing touches on your room for tonight. You didn't want to get too into it, having already planned on having the girls crash here tomorrow for a nap party after their classes were done.

"Do you need anything else?" Aizawa shuffled after you, following you around in a way that had you suppressing a giggle. "What about something to eat? Are you hungry?"

This time, you did laugh at his questions, truly touched. "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei, but I'm okay."

You shuffled into your new bed without changing, wanting nothing more than to curl up with the scents from Ojiro's hoodie and Aizawa's scarf after a long day.

Aizawa found himself by your bedside, tucking you in with the sherpa throw that Yaoyorozu had made with her quirk last minute when she saw that you didn't buy one.

"Goodnight, kid." He said softly, unable to resist patting you on the head.

"Goodnight, sensei." You yawned, inclining your head politely despite already being in bed. "Thank you."

He smiled to himself, turning off the light as he let you sleep in peace. There was nothing quite like seeing you wrapped up in his scarf as you slept the night awake.

Nothing quite like it at all.

True to their word, the girls had helped you with the task of decorating your room the very next day.

Fairy lights sparkled all around your room, bathing it in a soft glow when it was turned on. Butterfly mirrors were sprinkled across the wall opposite to where your bed was set up and there was a collage of mini picture frames that went along with the camera Asui had bought for you.

She thought that you would appreciate something that could capture the precious moments with all your new friends and hang them up on your wall once they were printed. You were touched.

Paper cranes hung from the ceiling at all different lengths but it didn't bother you since none of them came down to your head while walking, it didn't bother you.

Ojiro was another story entirely though, since when he visited you, he had to crouch down and mind his head everywhere he went but it was worth it to endure it and get to see your happy smile as you reached high above your head to bat at the origami.

After a full day of decorating with the girls, you were beat.

Uraraka had taught you how to best store your new clothes in the closet so that it took up the least amount of room and Jirou had been thrilled when you shyly asked her to teach you how to play the guitar.

No one complained when she sped out of the room to grab her instruments and the sleepover that followed in your room since the next day was their off day was the best experience you had with girls your age so far.

Ojiro hadn't even complained when Hagakure kicked him out so that you all could have fun, shaking his head and heading down the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Oh, he was definitely going to knock on your door later and check in on you.

A month passed by in a blur.

Each day, you grew more and more open not just with Ojiro but with his friends too that you could now proudly call yours as well.

Kirishima was especially taken with you, the two of you hitting it off when you commented on how his quirk seemed so cool. The red-haired teen had ruffled your hair, beaming at you brightly and thanking you, genuinely touched.

It was not long after that he had admitted to feeling less than everyone else because he didn't have any long ranged attacks one night when your bad dreams kept you up. You were quick to remind him just how valuable he was. Not just his quirk, but how he was the one to make it work.

He was the one to make it strong.

He teared up after hearing you say that, nearly proclaiming how manly it was to hear such a bold declaration from you and you hugged him, glad that he had treasured your words because you had meant every single word.

The two of you had started to talk more after that and as a result, it had brought you closer to him as well as the other students of Class 1-A.

Not that you weren't on speaking terms before, but it was nice to get to know them better.

Kirishima became your training partner for some exercises since he could take the damage of your claws without getting hurt, although you would occasionally be paired up to spar with Yaoyorozu.

Aizawa claimed it was because your fighting styles were so different so it would give you both a chance to learn how to adapt in the moment but you suspected it was also because she didn't have a quirk or heart to hurt you.

You begged Aizawa to push you harder, past your limit so that you could catch up to the rest of them and he had begrudgingly relented when Present Mic complained he was being soft on you.

Of course, the loud pro-hero didn't mean it but you had come to him and enlisted his help in getting your homeroom teacher to change his mind. And who was he to refuse a cutie like you?

So he worked you harder and ended up giving you lessons to hone your skills. You were rather acute in your observations, so it didn't take long for you to catch on in terms of technicality.

The build up of your strength was another story though.

However, with the proper nutrients and rest, you were starting to fill out more and more until you reached a healthy weight another month later.

You were starting to look and sound like a pro-hero in training, always thinking of others before yourself and selflessly giving everything you had to protect people.

Aizawa knew your heart would take you far. Which is why he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out what was going on with his class all of the sudden.

They were being much weirder than usual.

Some sort of gift-giving or showering had transpired while he was asleep during homeroom. He had woken up to Koda giving you an origami swan he had folded.

You had smiled, your eyes sparkling as you thanked him for it, holding onto it for the rest of the day.

It had started out small but eventually, you were being swamped with all kinds of things from your classmates. Your room was starting to get a little crowded.

Ojiro had to help you sort it out more than once because you often got overwhelmed and didn't want to put any of it away, worrying that it would somehow offend the people who had gifted them to you.

Once you figured out how to turn on the phone you had gotten as a gift from Jirou on one sunny afternoon, you had most definitely scampered over to Kaminari to get him to charge it. And even though he complained that that's all everybody thought he was good for, he obliged you almost immediately.

Bakugou's phone flew across the room as he replaced his with yours, the angry pomeranian raging for him to die as he stomped over to pick up his cellphone before angrily plugging it into the wall.

Although he would never admit it, he didn't actually care. He had a soft spot for you, just like everyone else did.

After Jirou's impromptu present, the others all started pitching in, giving you things you were sure you never asked for before.

Books from Iida, handmade hair accessories from Uraraka, a notebook of countless heroes' strengths and weaknesses compiled from Midoriya, a concealed knife that folded flat into the shape of a credit card from Bakugou, a bunch of makeup and new video game console so that you could join them on game nights from Ashido and countless others.

You were pretty certain you weren't the youngest of the group but they sure treated you like you were.

You supposed it was due to your innocence and inexperience, not that you minded. Having not received this kind of attention ever, the love was overwhelming and almost too much to bear. It felt like you had nineteen doting siblings.

Mineta didn't count, Ojiro had nearly thrown him across the room when he tried to give you something you didn't understand but knew it was inappropriate based on Sero and Tokoyami's obvious disgust.

Luckily, your friends took turns flooding you with their time and spoiling you or else you were sure you would've collapsed by now at the consideration of it all.

And right now, it was almost dinnertime at Heights Alliance. Which meant that everyone who was normally holed up in their rooms crawled out and gathered.

In one place.

"DAMN NERD, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!"

"K-Kacchan!!" Deku said nervously, waving his hands to fend off the advancing explosion boy.

He had accidentally walked into him when chatting up a storm with you about the latest hero that had been climbing the ranks: Hawks. A support hero with a flamboyant attitude but a force to be reckoned with in battle.

Bakugou snarled, ready for a fight. Sparks popped out of his hands. "YOU HAVE A FUCKING DEATH WISH, DUMBASS?!?!"

"Calm down." Todoroki stated from the kitchen, where he and Iida were trying to figure out what to make for dinner, Asui coming over to offer her assistance.

"SHUT UP, SHITTY HALF AND HALF BASTARD!!!"

A beat of silence passed.

"Sorry." Came the nonchalant reply.

"AH, FUCK!!!"

You giggled and he whirled around, eyes burning with irritation and anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!?!?!"

Everyone in the room tensed.

He had never yelled at you before. It was an unspoken rule to not raise a voice against you since you were so sensitive to loud noises. That was partly due to the trauma you had endured and also because your ears were much more sensitive than theirs.

Half of them expected you to burst out crying while the other half thought you were going to run out of the room.

To their surprise, you didn't do either. Instead, you doubled over with laughter.

"Y-You should see your f-face!!" You shouted through your hiccups that interrupted you, you were laughing so hard. "You look ridiculous!!"

Bakugou stomped over to you, furious. "OI, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! DIE!!"

You giggled, running the other way as he began to chase you. "Nope."

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!! GET BACK HERE!!!"

"You're so cute when you're angry."

"I'M NOT CUTE, TAKE THAT BACK!!!"

"Cute, cute, cute~" You sang as you pranced down the hall.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL—"

"Uh..."

You froze as your gaze landed on Ojiro, who was standing in the middle of the hallway you were using to make your getaway. You lurched forward as Bakugou wasn't able to stop himself in time and crashed into your back full force, sending you tunneling into the unsuspecting boy.

Ojiro gritted his teeth, using his tail to stabilize himself as he caught you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

"Geez, Y/N." He breathed, relieved you were okay.

This was getting to be a habit by now but he had no complaints as long as you didn't get injured. He was glad his quirk allowed him more of a chance to catch you before you fell.

You blushed bright red, ears drooping in embarrassment. "... 'm sorry, Mashirao-kun."

"It's okay, just be careful." He told you before letting you go, albeit reluctantly, his smile turning sad as your warmth left him.

There were wide eyes and shocked gasps all around when you called him by his first name.

Granted, it still had the honorific but it still stunned them. He rarely let anyone call him by his first name. Even Shoji was still getting used to it since he prefered calling his friend by his last name due to the fact that it was easier to say.

The moment was broken as Bakugou trapped Midoriya in a headlock and you rushed to free the broccoli-haired boy, smacking the explosive boy on the head and running away with Midoriya before he could catch either of you.

Ojiro smiled to himself, knowing that you would be fine. You could handle yourself against Bakugou. Besides, he wanted to save you a seat.

"MOVIE NIGHT!!!" Ashido and Kaminari cheered together, jumping on the couches and sending Aoyama flying from the force.

You cried out in concern, helping him up even though he didn't really need it. He still thanked you though, his eyes sparkling even though he had just crashed on the ground moments prior, taking the same spot before as you turned around, looking for Ojiro.

"I want soba..." You heard Todoroki mumble quietly to himself and caught him longingly looking back at the kitchen where his ingredients were stored as Sato took over in helping Asui and Iida make dinner.

Uraraka had rescued Midoriya and convinced him to join them for one movie, leading him over to the couch where Shoji was at.

You plopped on an empty sofa and patted the seat next to you, inviting Todoroki to come and sit down. After all, it wasn't a movie night if everyone didn't come join. Even if some of them would do it begrudgingly.

Bakugou. And speak of the devil...

"Bakugou, come on!!" Kirishima invited, patting the spot next to him like you had just done with Todoroki.

His forehead creased in annoyance, eyes slitting with irritation. "Like hell I'd do something so irritating!!"

"I bet you can't sit through this whole movie with us." You challenged, grinning inwardly when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Tch. Fine!!" He shouted at you, throwing up his hands.

He stomped over to Kirishima, shoving his way in between Sero and Ashido with an irritated scowl.

Tonight, you were watching Akatsuki no Yona, an anime about a princess with red hair who undertook a journey of perilous danger as a warrior after being chased out of the castle.

The boys had booed at the romance but it actually had several really good fight sequences which kept their interest, particularly Kirishima's.

He loved how manly Yona's courage was in battle.

Iida had somehow managed to get dinner ready on time and thanks to Sato, it was delicious and completely edible. Unlike some of their dishes.

You had learned the hard way that about half of the class was absolutely horrid in the kitchen. You didn't judge though, even offering to teach Uraraka and Jirou what you had learned from Sato when they had the time and wanted to make dinner next.

They earnestly accepted.

As the food was being served, your ears flicked on top of your head and your attention was stolen by the two figures that strode into the vicinity, one of them being who you were looking for earlier.

Ojiro had gotten sidetracked by Tokoyami, asking about a project they still had to do for their english class and by the time they finished their conversation, all the seats had been taken.

He couldn't stop himself from smiling as you gave up your seat for him, gesturing for him to sit and pouting when he purposefully dragged his feet.

Kaminari shouted for him to get out of the way as Kija and Hak came onto the screen, just about to get attacked by bandits.

"This is the best part!!" He screeched as the red-haired princess was seen pulling back the bowstring, taking out one of the roguish men that was trying to sneak up on her companion.

Jirou rolled her eyes at his fangirling but couldn't help but get swept up as everyone else started to cheer, the girls squealing as the main character's love interest caught her before she fell and the majority of the boys, except for Shoji, Tokoyami and Kirishima gagging.

During that whole time, you had Ojiro had a silent fight over who would take the only empty seat left, ultimately settling on you attached to his back as he sat down.

Your chin was perched on top of Ojiro's head and playing with his hair absentmindedly as you watched the anime. He didn't seem to mind, so you didn't move.

Kaminari was sitting beside him, having stolen his tail so that he could play with it, eyes glued to the screen as the tip of his fluffy tail tickled his cheek.

Your arms looped around Ojiro's neck from behind as you tried to get more comfortable and you shuffled your feet so that your legs were hooked around his waist, watching the TV with rapt attention.

Occasionally, he would reach up and feed you some popcorn that Todoroki had gotten from the kitchen when he got up to make his soba or let you have a bite of his food once it cooled down.

You didn't say it but you appreciated his thoughtfulness. It was easy to be like this with him. You were just glad he didn't say anything about your clinginess and need to scent him, it would be hard to explain that he made you feel safe.

Todoroki on the right and Kaminari on the left with Ojiro sitting in front of you, your heart swelled and you took your eyes off the TV to bury your face into the crook of Ojiro's neck to hide your smile.

He didn't say anything as he reached up to pat your head, smiling himself as you scented him out of reflex, his soft coo at your adorable action lost as everyone leaped up when the characters won a big battle.

Your eyes were closing, you were getting so sleepy now that it was over. Vaguely, you heard Yaoyorozu comment on how good the manga was and how excited she was for the second season to be announced to the girls who hadn't read it yet.

Ojiro didn't move as your hold on him relaxed, knowing you were asleep due to the soft puffs that hit the back of his neck. He longed to see your face but he didn't want to wake you up.

Roping in Shoji to help him, not that the gentle giant needed any convincing, his friend helped maneuver you into his arms so that he could take you upstairs to your room.

The girls and a handful of the guys wished him goodnight and offered to help but he politely declined. He kind of wanted you all to himself after sharing your attention with the rest of them for the whole day.

You were all tuckered out.

He was thankful though, that you got a chance to relive the years you had lost due to that place. The chaotic normalcy that was Class 1-A had been extended to you and you had embraced it wholeheartedly.

He couldn't wish for a better group of friends to surround you.

Leaning down, he touched his forehead to yours briefly as he tucked you in bed.

"I'm so happy you're here, Y/N." He whispered, afraid to break the silence as his eyes shone with emotion. "You've made me so happy."

Please, He begged internally as he left your room. Please never leave.

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Merry Christmas, callofthemoon!

For @callofthemoon​. Have a very merry Christmas, with this themed fic!! <3 I hope this story is a good read for you (: I hope you like it!!

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Suitcases and Snowglobes

Letting his eyes drift over the interior of the loft, Stiles felt his brow furrow. The walls were bare, the few pieces of furniture sparse and far between.

Derek sat on the threadbare couch, his back hunched as he faced away from the teen. The moment was short, but Stiles felt his mouth tug down at the corners as he saw, for a split second, how life for Derek was whenever the rest of the pack wasn't swarming the loft.  Alone .

Feeling his hand flex slightly around the plastic bag he was holding, Stiles cursed as Derek looked over to him and the noise of crinkling plastic, his face expressionless except for his mouth: downturned in a frown. Stumbling forward, Stiles offered him a crooked grin, choosing to bury his previous thoughts at the present, deciding he'd mull over it when he left.

"Merry Christmas, Sourwolf!" He said, his forcibly jovial voice echoing loudly off of the bare walls.

Derek glowered. "Don't call me that."

"Sourpup? Wolfenstein?" He ventured, backing away hastily when Derek made to stand up. "Never mind," He added, dumping the bag onto the counter behind him.

Letting out a drawn-out sigh, Derek gave him another withering glare.

Just as Stiles finished fishing through the contents of the bag, pulling out a bag of Cheetos triumphantly, Scott and Allison entered the loft, arms heaped with gaudy presents wrapped in crinkling paper.

"Hey guys ," Stiles said cheerfully, ignoring Dereks look of disdain as he opened the bag of Cheetos, spraying a cloud of fine, orange dust into the atmosphere.

"Merry Christmas!" Scott chirped, dumping a pile of wrapped gifts on the chipped counter with a thump, immediately turning to envelop Allison in a hug, no doubt the hundredth in the time they'd seen each other that evening.

Stiles watched, inwardly rolling his eyes before he remembered the melancholy thought he'd had about Derek earlier, his eyes flitting to the Alpha still sat on the couch. Derek's eyes were blank once more, also fixed on the couple, but Stiles had learnt to interpret the nuances of the different types of "blank" the alpha displayed. He was upset, seen in the slight grimace and how he was clenching his teeth- the downwards tilt of his eyebrows as he struggled to look ambivalent to the situation.

Feeling his cheeks heat up, Stiles turned away as Derek's eyes turned to him, catching him in the act of analysing his expression. "Right," Stiles said, clapping his hands on his knees and delving into his Cheetos once again. "-lets put on a movie, I'm thinking Home Alone, but suggestions are welcome," He rambled, going over to tug Scott to the couch, giving an amused Allison a cursory glance and a smile.

He grabbed the remote, raising his eyebrows as Derek sighed, indulgently moving to the far edge of the large sofa when Scott and Allison sat down, immediately entwining into a comforting hug at the opposite end. Stiles pressed the remote into Derek's hand, waggling his eyebrows. "I trust you to pick a suitably cheesy Christmas movie, are you up to the task, o' great Alpha?"

"No," Derek said flatly, his hand lax around the remote as he fixed Stiles with an unimpressed glare.

"Knew I could count on you!" Stiles said gleefully, his hand going to pat Derek on the shoulder, then thinking better of it as Derek fixed his hovering hand with an incredulous look.

Just as he headed to the small kitchenette, the loft door opened again, this time for Lydia, Jackson, Erica and Boyd. The previously subdued quiet of the loft rose in volume again when the pack began to interact, Jackson trying to persuade an indignant Scott to let him and Lydia have the spot on the couch as Erica put on a sweet voice as she tried to persuade Derek to let them erect a Christmas Tree in the loft, claiming "-it's not like you don't have space! Plus, you said we needed to bond as a pack- this could be bonding!"

The hubbub washed over Stiles' as he fished in one of the many bags the pack had dropped off containing enough food to feed a large army...or a small wolf-pack. He found the packets of microwaveable popcorn, rifling through them in search of the buttered popcorn, grinning in triumph when he found it. After slamming it into the ancient microwave that sputtered to a start with only a small sizzle, he jumped onto the counter, letting out a drawn-out sigh and closing his eyes as the noises of the pack washed over him once again.

"Stop sitting on my counter."

Stiles jumped, eyes flying open with a start as not even thirty seconds later, Derek stood before him with a suitably chagrined expression on his face. The popcorn let out its first pop, as Stiles turned from the sizzling microwave to Derek again, before reluctantly sliding off of the counter.

Derek stood there, fixing Stiles with an unreadable expression, as Stiles fiddled with the loose hem of his plaid shirt. "Did you...find a good movie?" He asked, for lack of a better comment. The alpha nodded towards the TV, where the silky tones of Hugh Grant filter through the noise of the settling pack.

"If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around...."

"Love Actually, really?" Stiles grimaced.

"Lydia's choice," Derek explained, Stiles nodding with understanding. The two stood in silent companionship in the kitchenette, whilst the pops of the popcorn began to peter off, the mouth-watering smell of buttered popcorn wafting towards them.

As they stood, Stiles thought about how Derek had gradually eased up as the loft became fuller, as the pack littered themselves and their belongings around the room and lounged across the furniture. Eyeing the bare walls, he found himself unsurprised that the dull interior wasn't a place of solace for Derek.

And then, in the way that inconvenient thoughts often do, one came to him, and wouldn't leave until he took the time to think about it. What if he made the place look a little more liveable? Just little by little, not anything  too  obnoxious or noticeable, he could just...make it a safe place for Derek. One that he could be  happy  in.

Absentmindedly, he got the popcorn out of the microwave, hissing as the bag burnt his hands, nearly dropping the inflated packet until Derek intervened with a sigh. Stiles grinned at him, observing the tiniest uptick of a smile on Derek's face.  Progress.

Letting one end of his headphones dangle down the front of his shirt, Stiles hummed tunelessly as he walked along the aisle, hunched over the shopping cart as he scanned the rows of produce. Slowing to a halt, he eyed a particularly beat-up looking eggplant, the skin dented and bruised, spying a label peaking from the side of the vegetable, he let out a triumphant " aha !" and grabbed the eggplant, nodding in satisfaction at the thirty cents off. Another win for his dad's cholesterol.

Rounding the aisle, he spotted a bedazzled stand, the gaudy letters spelling out " Christmas in Beacon Hills! ". Drawing closer, Stiles grinned as he spotted the snowglobes. He squinted at the little scene inside, an aerial shot of the small town and the surrounding forestry. Blocky letters proclaimed a Merry Christmas to all in Beacon Hills, making Stiles raise his eyebrows, as he stared at the mini figurines of the streets, houses and trees where so many supernatural disasters had occurred. Without a word, he picked a snowglobe up and tossed it into his cart, moving on to the tinned goods aisle.

"Where did this come from?" A confused voice came from behind the couch, making Stiles twist to see. Derek was holding the snowglobe, giving it a cautious shake as though it was going to explode any second.

"Found it whilst grocery shopping" Stiles replied nonchalantly, turning back to the weathered bestiary and flipping to the next page, sighing at yet another page of Archaic Latin. Time for Lydia to step in.

The others looked over inquisitively, Jackson rolling his eyes. "Why is it here?" Derek asked slowly, his tone unimpressed as if he was talking to a particularly slow toddler.

"Decoration?" Stiles shrugged. Derek paused, then slowly put the snowglobe back down, staring as the fake snow settled over the small, fake town. Maybe it could stay.

"Okay, so you fold the first section over the other half, then flatten that down-"

"Why are we doing this?" Jackson demanded, Lydia elbowing him in the ribs without taking her focus off of the origami tree taking shape on the table in front of her.

"Best one gets a prize" Stiles prompted, pushing his phone forwards, a cheerful woman explaining how to turn a piece of paper into a 3D Christmas tree.

"Is it food? 'Cuz we'd get the food anyway," Isaac interjected, making Stiles sigh and chuck a piece of paper at his head that he smoothly caught.

"It's the  principle  of the food, plus, if you win, you get the whole pan of brownies for yourself, you don't have to share," Stiles said smugly, watching as the pack looked up in succession, suddenly far more interested in winning than before.

"And you're baking them?" Jackson asked stiffly, Stiles nodding. "I guess I'll have to beat these untalented fuckers, not that there was any doubt anyway," He sniffed, making the others complain, their babbling rising over each other as they fought for their spot as victorious origami-creator.

With only a few mishaps, there was a group of 3D Christmas trees lined up on the counter in front of Stiles an hour later, a row of teens standing hopefully behind them.

Letting out a hum, Stiles turned to the figure behind him, Derek, stood watching the display with a disbelieving face. "As Alpha, I feel like it's your responsibility to judge which one's best," Stiles said lightly, beckoning him forwards. Derek sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I'd better hurry, then,"

Stiles set the two overflowing bags onto the counter with a grunt, Derek staring at them in confusion.

"What,"

"Decorations," Stiles said, flashing the 'Were a grin. "Be prepared, 'cuz Erica's arriving with a tree in five,"

"We didn't agree to this,"

"We didn't agree to me holding you up in a pool for eight hours but we both liked that outcome a lot, didn't we?" Stiles said cheerfully, rifling through the bags and unearthing a seemingly neverending string of tinsel, wrapping it around Derek, who snarled in response. Stiles only laughed as he fished out his speaker, humming along as the jovial tones of Mariah Carey filled the room.

As Stiles promised, Erica soon arrived with a tree, and half of the forest along with it, covered in dirt and a maniacal grin, the others sheepishly following after.

This place has some feeling to it.  Stiles thought with satisfaction.  He was getting somewhere.  

The evening was still, the afternoon heat diminishing for a fresh night. Stiles laid against the window of the loft, eyes closed as he tried to visualise the Archaic Latin in the book.

A luna sicut lupus in caritate-

A love like a wolf to the moon.

"There are some cardboard boxes, under my bed," A voice spoke,

Stiles jumped, eyes flying open as he banged his head against the window, glaring halfheartedly at Derek who stared on, unmoving. " Jeez, warn a guy! Next time I fall through this window, I'm blaming you " He grouched, rubbing his head before the 'Weres words caught up with him. " Wait, whats in the boxes ?"

Derek let out a slight sigh, capturing Stiles' full attention. He looked at the Alpha, whose shoulders were slumped, face tired and unguarded.

" Under my bed, " Derek repeated, before slumping onto a bar stool nearby, " -there are some decorations I salvaged from the fire, you should- " He let out another breath, the sound rattling in his throat. " You should see if any are worth putting up. "

Stiles stared, lost for a moment, shocked at the vulnerability Derek was showing. For a second they stood, staring at each other silently before Stiles spoke. " Yeah! God, yes! Derek, I'll definitely do that, thank you, for letting me ," He said, the words catching as he tried to mask his gratitude and shock. Watching the downward slope of Derek's shoulders, Stiles' mind reeled as he thought about the trust Derek was giving him, making a small part of him light up, the warmth settling behind his ribs.

Stiles eyes slowly tracked to Derek's bed, seeing a dusty cardboard corner peeking out under the handknitted woollen cover- a gift from the pack. Looking back to Derek, he realised the Were was staring at the box too as if the contents might leap out and kill him if he got too close. Maybe that was why he wanted Stiles to look through it. Because he couldn't.

As Stiles reached the box, he heard a sharp exhale from behind him and turned in concern as Derek stood up, the bar stool screeching against the concrete floor. " I'll be outside if you need me,"  His voice was stony, making Stiles nod. Derek walked out, the door closing heavily behind him. He wanted the decorations to be out, but he couldn't handle doing it himself. Stiles sympathised, gently opening the cardboard box as he thought back to how long it took him to be able to bite into a pierogi dumpling from his mom's cookbook without a feeling of nausea overwhelming him.

The box was a treasure trove. As Stiles sifted through the contents, they clinked softly and rustled, their fragility constantly at the forefront of his mind. Old fashioned glass ornaments, their surfaces painted dusty-pink or emerald green with intricate patterns on their frail surface. Creased Christmas cards from family friends, the edges singed and the words yellowed and faded. Clumsily made pottery, obviously shaped by children, in the abstract shapes of angels, stars and hearts. And under it all, wrapped in cloth, a crudely carved wooden ornament, the surface worn and smooth, the Hale Triskele.

Feeling himself let out a sigh, Stiles carefully rewrapped the triskele and gently laid it back in the box, it was beautiful. He ached for Derek, thinking of the memories he'd missed, the heirlooms and pictures, burnt now to a crisp. It was an easy decision, deciding to put the ornaments on the tree, and one Stiles was truly honoured to do. Derek  trusted  him.

Looking under the bed once more, Stiles squinted, seeing a large shape. Pulling the object out, he found it to be a clunky suitcase, leatherbound and cracked. The material was stained, and a small T.H was engraved on the corner. Talia Hale?

Looking over to the door Derek had exited from, Stiles spent a second debating his curiosity, but it outweighed his dubiousness as to whether he was allowed to look inside.

Cracking open the lid, he grunted as it swung open with a puff of dust. The suitcase was old, and the contents were covered by a soft, creased blanket. Tracing it slowly with his fingers, Stiles felt again the pang of sorrow he did whenever he remembered the monstrosities Derek had suffered. Pulling back the cloth, his breath caught in his throat as his hand brushed over a photo hidden just under the blanket.

It was a blurry photo, dated in the corner for well over a decade before the current date. There are eleven people in the photo, all hugging in front of a homey mansion, presumably the Hale Mansion. The light falls gently on the people, evidently taken at dusk as the people in the photo smile sunnily at the cameraman. Looking closer, Stiles stares in shock at a familiar figure sitting in the front of the picture. It's Derek, only younger and more carefree than Stiles had ever seen him. He's reclining lazily against another girl, who glares playfully at him, the signature Hale eyebrows a striking feature on her face.

Just as Stiles goes to flip the photo over, Stiles jumps as the door to the loft opens again, Derek entering the room. His head was bowed, until he shot up, staring at Stiles, his eyes slowly tracking down to the trunk lay open beside him, and the photo in his hands.

Stiles sprang back, letting go of the photo and apologising profusely as Derek rapidly approached, no words coming from him. His face, though, was murderous. Stiles went still, as Derek grabbed his shoulder, his grip tight enough to leave bruises. Derek rapidly strode back across the loft with Stiles in tow, stumbling across the floor.

"Get. Out." Derek growled, his features turning feral and his eyes beginning to glow as Stiles felt pinpricks of claws in his shoulders.

"Derek! I'm so sorry, I know it was an invasion of privacy, I just wanted to help-!" His words died as the door was slammed in his face, leaving only a distraught feeling of  wrong  and the throbbing of his soon-to-bruise shoulder.

Fuck.

"I've tried calling him over a hundred times now, Scotty, he hates me," Stiles said mournfully, as Scott huffed, cradling a meowing kitten in his hands as he brought it over to the examination table at Deaton's.

"Why are you so bothered about this, Stiles?" Scott asked, putting the small kitten down and gingerly unwrapping its bandaged leg. "Not to be a dick, but Derek's  always  pissed at you,"

Stiles scoffed but didn't say a word, because...yeah, he kinda was, and he had a point. It was a tale as old as time. Stiles had been pissing Derek off since the dawn of time. "But it's different this time," He wheedled, banging his head against the wall in defeat and then wincing at the dull pain it caused.

"Why, because you've realised you actually like him?"

"No, I just don't want things to be awkward-"

"Or you realised you have a huge crush on him," Scott countered.

"I do  not -"

Oh. Shit.

Scott stared smugly as Stiles gaped, starting to freak out a little. When did this happen? When did he start to see Derek as someone he wanted to get to know more, to get to know the  best ? Fuck.

"Look, dude, pack meeting's tonight, talk to him, apologise, tell him how you feel!" Scott deftly fastened a new bandage to the kitten's leg, who mewled in protest.

"Easy for  you  to say, Allison practically fell into your lap!"

Scott fixed him a stare, making Stiles shift guiltily, because...no, she didn't.

Fuck.

Stiles approaches the loft door, the others looking suspiciously at him as he heard his heartbeat drum through his ears. Jackson pushed it open, sauntering through and the others following suit.

"Remember, apologise," Scott said sternly, making Stile nod, secretly pleased at the sudden positive turn Scott had had towards Derek's wellbeing.

Walking into the loft, he shuffles to one of the couches and perches on the end, fiddling with his sleeve as the meeting progressed. As the others spoke on the current matters, he stayed silent, tensing slightly whenever he heard Derek speak. As the formalities drew to a close and the others turned the TV to a Christmas movie and brought out snacks, Stiles sighed, and finally got up to get a drink, the uncomfortable-ness prickling at the back of his throat.

Filling a glass, he let out another sigh, letting his eyes wander. They came to rest on a photo frame, holding a familiar photo. The family picture. Squinting at it, he felt a shock course through him. Why had Derek decided to put it up?

Feeling a throat clear behind him, he tensed again, turning to see Derek staring at him, impassive.

"I-" Stiles started, ready to begin his apology speech.

"Don't," Derek said, shaking his head. "I know you're sorry, and I'm," He struggled, seemingly not able to find the words. "I'm glad you found it. O hadn't seen it in years, and now, I want to see it," He admitted, making a small smile curl at Stiles' lips.

"I'm glad," Stiles returned, smiling at the Alpha, who reluctantly smiled back. A silence lapsed between them as the noises of the jovial pack filtered through to the kitchen.

Staring into his glass, Stiles shrugged, turning to go, but before he could leave, Derek enveloped him in a tight hug, making Stiles freeze.

"Thank you," He mumbled into Stiles' chest, clinging onto him. Feeling his mouth open in shock, Stiles clung on just as tightly.

"Anytime, big guy" He smiled.

The two stood like that for a few minutes, breathing each other in and feeling everything they couldn't say.

Finally, Derek stepped back, his cheeks flushed. "Would you want to go out sometime?" He asked bluntly, Stiles blinking in shock.

"Like...on a date?" Stiles asked hesitantly, wondering if he should celebrate just yet.

"No, on a murder mission," Derek replied flatly, Stiles taking a second to recognise the sarcasm before huffing a laugh.

"Fuck, Derek, I'd love to," He answered honestly, watching as Dereks face broke out into an honest-to-god  grin .

And that is how Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski embarked on one of the best adventures of their lives, and one they'd find to be very enjoyable. One they would never ever regret.

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Heyo! I’ve been taking a break over the last three days doing a lot of cross stitching and crocheting. Now to get back on track :)

Goals - 2.1.21

Continue The Dressmaker

Finish music booklet

Continue physics questions

Complete 1E - Spesh

Complete 2C - Methods

Plan deco

Here are some of the things I crocheted:

And something I’ve been cross-stitching non-stop:

I like to cross stitch, as a way of leaving my mark in the art room

Regaring the deco I’m planning to make a garland of cranes to go in the senior building at school. I going to buy origami paper and just use a fishing line I already have as string.

My art class planned a gift for our teacher were we all make art on a mini canvas. I ended up embroidering “Beans For All” and lineart of a bean. We considered ourselves a communist class due to the way VCAA determines our study score through rankings and cohorts 🙃 Instead of gifting it as it is I’ve started covering it in numerous layers of wrapping paper and random things I’ve crocheted. I’m trying to make it take forever to get to the canvas ;P I’m also going to include a box along the way and complete it with a gift bag. 

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How To Make Paper Bag With Handles | Origami Paper Bag | Origami Gift Bag

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Simple Decorating - Klancemas Day 5

I think my writing is getting worse but I’m gonna persevere. Hopefully tumblr doesn’t eat this again so that @monthlyklance misses it. Last time I did this, i bombarded them with a message a day at least when I posted to make sure they saw it. They said they didn’t mind but I still felt bad. Decorating

“Remember everyone, the tree in the lobby should only have ornaments on it, not trash cause you’re too lazy to throw it out or any profanity like items. I swear I see a sex toy dangling from the branches, we are going to have issues!”

Lance looked around, already guessing the people who were going to ignore the RA’s warnings. Lance didn’t care, he was just glad they were told they could decorate. The only time they could hang things from the ceiling, unless of course their room had a Wi-Fi router or the old sprinkler systems. Lance was lucky, he had one of the newer rooms and just escaped getting a router in the room. The unfortunate issue was his roommate was Griffin was a regular Scrooge. Pretty much demanded that there shouldn’t be any Christmas in the room. Lance thought it was because he was Jewish and celebrated Hanukah but it turned out that he just thought it was a capitalist holiday and refused to give in. Lance had fond memories of decorating for Christmas with his family and he was extremely tempted to just ignore Griffin but he also didn’t want to lose decorations he spent money on.

Once the crowd around the tree died, Lance grabbed a blank paper ornament and drew a surfing Santa before hanging it on the tree. It wasn’t the gaudy one like at home, but it was something.

“Lance.” Lance turned to see Keith squeezing past people with a large gift bag in hand. “Guess what your cousin just handed me.”

Many people thought that Adam was a kind, responsible person. He was, most of the time. The other half he was a complete little shit who Lance couldn’t deal with without wanting to ring his neck. Whatever was in that bag could either be good or bad.

Keith opened it and showed it Lance. It was a boxed mini Christmas tree. Keith had an older room with a sprinkler system. It was turned off but still, rules were he couldn’t hang anything up on the ceiling and during that time they had to cancel their trip to a cabin because they got snowed in, they had gotten onto the topic of what they would do at their house for Christmas. Lance told him about the family he’d have, with music playing throughout the house, the smells of a Cuban feast wafting from the kitchen. Keith’s would be either packing for a trip his mom would take him and Shiro on or the traditions of blowing up balloons, bunching them and sticking them on the ceiling, getting a tree and pulling out the old school decorations to put on the tree and Nightmare Before Christmas playing on the TV for probably the 8th time that day. Lance knew that when their RA informed them that they’d get to put things on the ceilings, he was already texting Shiro. Then they said the rules and he broke down, emotionally, not literally. Lance had yet to see him cry and part of him didn’t want to.

“Wanna decorate it with me?”

“And actually have holiday cheer that isn’t destroyed by the Grinch I live with? Yes please. Oh! Can we listen to my holiday playlist? If I even try to play it in the room, Griffin just complains to the highest point of hell till I turn it off.”

“As long as Mariah Carey isn’t on there. Shiro listens to those songs all the time and if I have to hear it one more time, I will become violent.

“Well, I do love it when you get rough.” Lance teased enjoyed the red faced glare he got.

                                                   _____________

“I should have known there was a catch.”

They were in Keith’s dorm, his roommate Regis focused on his computer science homework or hacking into something, Lance didn’t know. He did know he was appreciating the music as his foot wouldn’t stop bouncing and he heard quite humming from across the room. But back to what Adam did. He had given Keith a box of decorations as well, mini ones to fit on the tree. Except they needed to be threaded.

“Hey, at least he also gave you lights.” Lance said, pulling out the small box of fairy lights.

Keith upended the box of decorations, happy to see a pack cut thread fall out too.

“Can you put the lights on the tree? That is the one thing I hate doing.” Keith asked already dreading threading all the stuff. He did notice that they were red and blue, both his and Lance’s favourite colours. Adam might be a little shit, but at least he was a kind one.

Keith struggled to get the thread to knot, cursing his habit of biting his nails. He’d use tweezers, but his Swiss Army Knife was in his bag and he was too stubborn to get up.

“I’m done!” Lance announced, turning the fairy lights and then letting out a squeak. “Ohh, I didn’t even notice it was the colourful ones. Aww, Adam cares.”

Keith glared at his boyfriend as he continued to struggle with thread.

“Poor baby, do you need help?”

“Don’t sit there you shit, help me!”

Adam highlighted his notes he knew he’d need for his upcoming final when he his phone started buzzing from an onslaught of texts. If it weren’t for Shiro napping on his bed, he thought it was his boyfriend. Once it was finally quite, he unlocked his phone and saw it had been Lance texting him, with many, many pictures attached. The first was a picture of what looked like Keith struggling to thread ornaments. Adam smirked, an asshole move yes, but so worth it. The next was the tree with the rainbow lights threaded through the branches. That one had been more for Lance than for Keith. The kid’s room was pretty close to being a fire hazard with all the string lights he had in his room. His asshole roommate complained about the coloured lights within the first week of being roommates, so he took them down. The next was Keith’s roommate, Regis he think it was, looking bewildered and annoyed all at once, holding an ornament in hand. Adam had no clue why they’d thrown it at him but the look on his face was something to giggle about. The next was Lance using two long ones to give Keith ears. The next was the finished tree, the red and blue ornaments glowing with the lights from the fairy lights plus an origami star. He knew Keith had been complaining about not being able to decorate his room the way he wanted, but he was glad his gift would bring a small bit of joy. The next came with a caption.

‘We thought he was doing homework, but he was coding a hologram tree with 12 special ornaments to appear on the 12 days leading up to Christmas.’

It wasn’t the best picture since the room was dark, but there was definitely a Christmas tree hovering over one of the desks. Adam decided he didn’t want to know how.

The last picture was a selfie of Keith and Lance, the tinsel he’d also included wrapped around their heads like flower crowns. He wondered where that went. He hadn’t seen it on the tree.

‘Keith says thank you for the tree. He wanted to decorate his room really bad so I’ll be donating my photo hanging fairy lights so he can hang up the extra ornaments on his side of the room. It’d be cool to see what his family does to their house for the holidays. You should text me pictures when you go with Shiro.’

Adam then had a thought. While he was sure Lance would love to see his family for the holidays, Lance did seem interested in seeing Keith’s family traditions.

“Hmm, I need to call aunty.”