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Noelle drawings from christmas last year.

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growing pains | F.J.S.J

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Joey: R U OK?  Susie: @ the lodge

3.5k words Susie Lavoie centric hurt/comfort

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Playlist𝅘𝅥𝅮 1: Growing Pains by Ethel Cain  2: Nara Dreamland by Nicole Dollanganger  3: Crack Baby by Mitski 4: Golden Age by Ethel Cain 5: Waco, Texas by Ethel Cain 6: Not a lot, just Forever by Adrianne Lenker

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1996, Mount Ormond 

The bitingly cold wind wafted through Susie’s hair as she trudged up the steps to the abandoned Mount Ormond Ski resort. It nipped at the static tears in her eyes and snuck through the gap of her sweater’s front pocket, hands stuffed feebly inside. She dredged her soaking canvas sneakers up the crumbling wood steps toward a room she knew all too well. The cracked frosted glass window of her sanctuary door welcomed her home. 

She folded herself onto the painstakingly thin mattress and listened as the wind-beaten old frame sighed under her weight. The dark mauve dusk of evening settled over the inconsequential town of Ormond, and by extension, over Susie. 

      As she pulled the bed’s scratchy faded blue blanket over her nose, she felt the inevitable sting of tears fall from her burning eyes down her cold cheeks. Snot dripped from her nose, and she wiped it with her sleeve. She hated him. 

Congested sobs bubbling up in her throat, hair the texture of dead straw sticking to her forehead, tonight’s altercation played on repeat in her head;

Her mid-term marks in her father's curled fist. Shouting. The deaf ring of flesh hitting flesh. More shouting. 

‘How can my daughter be an idiot and a dyke?!’ Smack. ‘You ungrateful brat!’ Another. ‘Fucking useless’. Crunch. 

She had managed to tune out most of it– his usual drunken stammering– but she couldn’t tune out the pain in her ribs or the throbbing ache under her left cheekbone or the coagulating, purple-green bruises on her shins. Some things she couldn’t escape. But here in this abandoned, snow-soaked castle, she could flee to her own kingdom of solace if only for a few hours. 

Susie had first found the ski lodge with Julie last year when they were juniors at Fairview, first semester. They were out cruising in Susie’s “new” 1990 accord during the Christmas break, snow falling like puffy stars beyond the windshield. Old holiday jingles played over the beat-up speakers, and as they drove down a backroad on the way to one of their only rich friend’s parties, Julie spotted the large chain-link fence hidden in the thickets of frost-covered evergreens. 

Susie parked the car, apprehensive as Julie ran her purple-manicured fingernails over the rusted NO TRESPASSING sign bolted to the fence. The words, emblazoned in crimson red, put a knot in Susie’s stomach. 

She didn’t even want to go to this party, let alone break into a place where they could get in trouble, murdered, lost, or all of the above. But as Julie’s cold hand took hers, all of her worries melted away. So long as they were together, Susie could do anything. 

Pulling her hood over her snow-dotted blonde hair, Julie whisked over the fence with ease. Susie followed suit, albeit less gracefully, and they stared at the forgotten wood monolith in awe once their feet hit the icy pathway. Julie broke out in a rush of excitement. 

“Let’s go, Suse!” 

Susie tried her best to keep up with Julie’s sudden burst of energy, her breath visible in the night air as she clamoured up the hill. Inside was a world of their wildest dreams. 

They spent the night pouring over the dusty wood bannisters and abandoned vending machines, enchanted by the cavernous hallways and cracking upholstery, all left permanently as they were when the resort closed. Stuck in time. Moonlight and snowflakes filtered through a large concave in the roof and illuminated the large centrepiece fireplace. Cracked wooden beams stretched across the high ceilings for what seemed like miles.

 It was the most beautiful place they’d ever seen.

Holding a hazy green bottle of champagne, Julie leaned against the water-ring-covered bar in the chalet. She dusted the cobwebs from the glass with her gloved palm. 

       The moon from the window behind her illuminated the contours of her like a halo as she smiled skeptically at Susie, raising the bottle. Susie felt a painful and sudden yearning to reach over the countertop and close the distance between them in response, but instead, she simply nodded. Stared into the beautiful, gleaming blue eyes before her.

 Julie popped the cork. 

“To the other resort that shut this place out of business,” she toasted, and lifted the bottle to her cracked lips.

 They took turns sipping the bubbly drink, laughing like they hadn’t in years as they posed like 1950s pin-up girls on the countertop and talked like detectives they’d heard in movies. The sound of tipsy giggles filled the once-empty chamber of the resort and echoed back at them, sweet and melodic. 

The world introducing Susie to this place was the kindest thing it had ever done for her right next to introducing her to Julie in the eighth grade. 

When they finally made it to the party, it couldn’t compare to the fun they’d had at the lodge. 

Even now thinking about that day made Susie’s tears quiet, and the thrumming of her heart steady. She held herself together, knees up to her chin, and closed her eyes. Thinking of Julie and snow. The gentle scent of her car's heat enveloping them in the dark cab when they drove back home, only faintly lit by the dashboard. 

‘Too bad she’s preoccupied with he who shall not be named,’ she retorted to herself bitterly. 

The warm visual of Julie in the snow morphed into Frank in the firelight, the underside of his jaw highlighted by orange as he pressed his thin lips to Julie’s, the scent of whiskey on her breath for the rest of the night. Susie could smell it when she hugged her goodbye. 

Even so, she couldn’t be mad at him for long. They were cut from the same cloth and he had saved them from dying of boredom before senior year. But part of her was ambivalent toward the lodge no longer being hidden as the forest's best-kept secret. Upset that Julie wanted him over her, and that he returned the sentiment. The conflicting feelings she had for Julie made her want to buy a gun, shoot 30 people, and then herself. It didn’t seem fair. 

She thought of them, toiling around on the dust-covered comforters in the next room over. A shared cigarette burning between parted lips, smoke funnelling into the air (Susie knew Julie wouldn’t object if he offered). They were probably glad she couldn’t come that day— it may have even been their plan. Julie knew she had a test that morning.

‘You’re my best friend. You know I’d never leave you out, right?’ And yet she did. 

But then she thought of all the fun the four of them had together these past few months and flashes of Julie’s black-lipped smile brought forth that feeling of belonging she sought for. Her friends filled the gaping hole life had carved in her chest. 

With a pang of guilt, Susie remembered her obligation. Tonight was a legion night, her legion night and she was spending it wallowing her pain away dreaming wistfully about a girl who would never love her back. Angry for reasons she had made up in her head. She hugged herself tighter. ‘Pathetic’. 

Before this evening she had planned to rent a copy of whatever interested her at the video store and formulate her ideas whilst they curled up on the couch munching on popcorn, staring at Frank’s tiny box TV. Yet here she was. Ditching them. 

They were probably all waiting for her. 

Her phone buzzed, confirming her suspicion. 

Joey: R U OK?  Susie: @ the lodge

Immediately after she sent the text with shaky fingers, Julie’s number flashed across the tiny viridian screen. The phone vibrated, and she hesitated for a moment– then put it to her ear. 

“Hello? Susie?” Julie’s voice cracked through the poor signal. Susie sat on the edge of the bed, picking at her leggings. 

“Hey Julie,” her voice worked hard against the lump in her throat. Julie picked up on her tone immediately. 

“Is everything okay? Joey said you’re at the lodge.” 

“Yeah, I– uh,” Susie exhaled a shaky breath, watched it dissipate into the air. Julie would understand, surely, but putting words to everything she felt would be like having her teeth pulled. She ran her tongue along her braces and bit the inside of her scarred-up cheeks silently. The fear of being seen as a burden outweighed her need for reassurance. 

The sickly-sweet voice on the other end broke her from her reverie.

“Are you there, Suse?” 

She wiped her runny nose and teary eyes with her sleeve, murmuring a small “yeah,” in response. 

“We’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t go anywhere.” She could hear Joey’s concerned whispering in the background; ‘What’s she saying?’ ‘Was it her dad?’ He was probably fluttering nervously over Julie, playing with his hands. Susie began to sob. ‘So much for playing it cool,’ she thought. 

“Okay,” she choked.

“Love you, we’ll be there soon, I promise.” 

“Love you too,” when Susie flipped her phone shut, she heard a snippet of Frank’s manic raving behind Julie’s soft reassurances; ‘We should get back at him, strike while the iron is still hot-’ and flopped back onto the bed, eyes on the ceiling. 

She had thought of it before. Taking a kitchen knife to his throat in the middle of the night, beating him senseless and leaving him to starve to death in the closet under the stairs. Even petty things, like smashing the glass cabinet that held all of his ski trophies and snapping the gold-coated pieces of metal into unrecognisable specks of dust. She wanted so badly for him to hurt, to feel all of the pain he caused her. To let go of all of the rage she felt. 

She would love to ply off his fingernails one by one.

However, every time the knife block in the kitchen whispered to her, a wave of nausea would settle deep in her stomach. She would be letting him win if she gave in to their pleas. 

Every inch of skin sliding overtop of her bones shook with resentment and made her sick with a desperation to rip it all off. 

The salty taste of anger fell into her mouth as she screamed into the pillow, tearing at her hair. She tore the choker off her neck and threw her shoes in the corner of the room, then collapsed once more and screamed until her throat felt the same texture as wood bark. 

“Why are you like this Susie?” She mocked, lifting her face up. “Why are you like this Susie?” She straddled the pillow, picturing her father’s limp body in its place as she curled her hands into fists and threw blow after blow at it. “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SUSIE?! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, SUSIE?!” 

For the one time he caught her smoking, 

For the one time she got a 40 on a science test, 

For the one time he saw her ex-girlfriend kiss her in the driveway,

For every single time she simply existed and he took it out on her as if she had just committed a crime worthy of capital punishment, she threw her fist at the pillow. 

…

When Julie walked into the room, she stumbled upon Susie sitting red-faced on the floor surrounded by feathers with her head in her hands. Smudged mascara had cascaded down her cheeks. 

Immediately, Julie dove into the fluffy down and enveloped Susie in a warm hug. Startled– yet grateful to see her– Susie returned the favour and found solace in the warmth of her neck. 

She smelled like the expensive perfume her parents had gotten her for Christmas last year: vanilla & sandalwood. 

Her hands dug into Julie’s shoulders,

“I just want to fucking burn it all down.” 

“I know,” she held her tighter “I know.” 

Susie’s eyes locked onto Frank, leaning against the doorframe with a flashlight. An uncharacteristic look of sympathy contorted his pimpled face. His eyes told a level of understanding beyond words, but he was still tapping his foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, some sinister plan brewing behind his gentle gaze.

She knew what he was thinking of doing. Silently, she shook her head. 

 Joey stood right beside Julie, a soft hand on Susie’s heaving shoulders. 

They had come to console her in one of her darkest times and were willing to give up their night to do so. Weren’t afraid of the hysteric wailing, or the uncomfortable silence that followed. The very thought of their sacrifice made Susie’s heart swell with affection. 

When she finally calmed down and pulled away, Julie chuckled. 

“Guess I know better than to ask what happened here,” she smiled and gestured to the decimated pillow. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Susie felt her lips curl into a sheepish grin. The room sighed. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she stood up and dusted herself off, kicking the feathers to the corner to join the dust bunnies. Julie threw her knapsack on the bed as Susie hastily embraced Joey and waved at Frank as he settled the flashlight on the nightstand, a silent token of apology. They all moved closer to the centre of the room as Julie unzipped the bag. 

“We stopped by shoppers on the way here, sorry it took so long,” blurs of colour folded out of the bag and onto the bed “but we picked some stuff up for you.” Julie leaned against the bedframe to give Susie time to examine her wares. 

On the dusty mattress lay a box of electric blue hair dye, a pack of menthol Newports, a crunchy chocolate bar, fluffy white teddy bear, and a cassette tape with ‘for Suzzie :)’ emblazoned on it in permanent marker. Susie was overwhelmed.

“Guys–” 

Julie wrapped an arm around her from behind and pointed at her presents with a peeling manicured finger, “The dye, crunch, and bear are from me, the mixtape is from Joey, and the Newports are from Frank,” she jokingly scoffed and glared at him from the corner of her eye “because he obviously wants to kill you before we graduate.” 

He flipped off Julie with a smirk and walked closer, “your favourite, right?” 

Susie stuffed the pack into her front pocket, the familiar weight soothing her “Yeah, thanks– you remembered.” 

Frank tousled her knotted hair, “Kinda hard to forget when you reek of mint every time you get to the caf.” 

Susie punched him lightheartedly– eliciting a mock cry of pain from the boy– and bent over to caress the glossy cassette tape with her fingertips, brushing over the inscription of her name. There were little stars and lightning bolts doodled next to it in gel pen. On the back, it said ‘from Joey >:)’. 

“That was supposed to be your Christmas gift, but I figured you should have it now.” 

“It’s mid-November,” 

“I like to plan ahead.” 

She grinned at his obvious lie. “So what’s on it?” 

Joey pulled a piece of creased notebook paper from his pocket, tracklist written in hasty scrawl “I had Julie help me out, you can yell at her if it's wrong.” 

Susie took her time examining the note, most of it spent deciphering his handwriting– tracks from Aphex Twin, Nine inch Nails, and even some of the obscure techno artists she annoyed everyone else with were there. Her lips curled over her braces as she beamed. 

“This is sick, Joey.” 

“Really?” 

“It’s perfect.” 

His shoulders sagged like he had been tense for the whole minute this interaction played out. “I’ll bring my player up here at some point,” Frank shot him a wink, and Susie pretended not to notice, but it made her feel a little sick. 

She loved Joey, but not that way. She didn’t know how to tell him that, though, and she also didn’t want to lead him on. Her heart only pined for Julie, who was waiting idly for Susie to pay attention to her. How the tables had turned. 

Susie’s black nails gripped the polar-white teddy bear and stared into its beady brown eyes, bewildered by the care her friends had shown her. She wasn’t used to this. “How much of this did you actually pay for?” 

Julie eyed Frank and put a finger to her lips “That’s classified.” 

Susie wanted to kiss her right then and there. So many nights she lay awake and fantasized about it; how she would taste, where her hands would travel, if her braces would make it awkward. Would she whisper to her and throw her blonde hair over one shoulder so it wouldn’t get in the way? Would Julie taste the menthols on her tongue? 

Would the nicotine on it drive her crazy?

Every night would end the same, with Susie going to bed alone in her cold bedroom, forever unfulfilled. Left solitary to wander the confines of her unsatisfactory thoughts, stuck at an impasse. Susie knew better than anyone that you don’t always get what you want, but why couldn’t she have this one good thing? 

She’d have to settle with simply being her friend and the thought terrified her. Julie seemed like her only ticket to happiness, the cure-all for her woes. ‘Take me,’ she wanted to scream. ‘Just fucking take me already!’ 

The stuffed animal in her arms’ stitched-on mouth smiled as if to reassure her–which sadly didn’t work much. She tried to distract herself by imagining different ways to give it a makeover, she could glue on some googly eyes, patch on some fabric, spray Julie’s perfume on it– 

Okay, maybe that angle wasn’t working either. 

Julie’s voice poked through her dizzy trance.

“You wanted to dye your hair blue, right?” 

“Hm?” 

Julie shook the box of hair dye, “You wanted to dye your hair blue, right? You said something about it the other day.” Concern painted her perfect face. 

“Oh, sorry, it’s—yes. I wanted to dye it blue—thank you, Julie–” Fumbling, Susie looked down at her faded pink tendrils: brown was steadily leaching into the strands. She dreaded the thought of being brunette again. 

“Are you okay? You spaced out on me there. We can leave if–”

“No!” She blurted, “I’m okay, more than, I just wasn’t expecting all this. That’s all.” 

Again, her heart filled with appreciation and her face grew hot with the embarrassment of being perceived. She took a split-second moment to lavish in the fact that for once, people cared enough to remember the little things, like her favourite brand of cigarettes, the music she listened to– even something as trivial as the colour she offhandedly said she wanted to dye her hair.  It was such an unnatural feeling, to be revered. Her eyes darted around the room to look at the faces of her friends, all of a sudden so grateful for them—fuzzy warmth cascaded through her body. 

Julie waited for her to continue, one hand on Susie’s arm. “I thought you’d come here to drag me out, get me back on my feet to continue the night’s activities– not this,” Susie’s eyes met the floor, full of guilt. How could she ever think so lowly of them? Julie’s brows furrowed, then softened, her eyes gentle. 

“I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to, okay? Even if that means postponing legion–” she rolled her eyes at the term Frank had coined, “--activities. You come first,” Susie found herself in Julie’s embrace once more, inhaling that sweet scent on her skin. “We can’t stop that prick from hurting you, but the least we can do is be there for when he does.” 

Frank tilted his head after a few moments of silence and put words to what everybody was thinking yet didn’t want to admit: “We could kill the fucker.” 

Nobody laughed. Joey’s face turned to stone, and Julie only clutched the girl in her arms tighter. Thunder cracked outside and icy sheets of rain slammed against the window, as inside, the four of them raged with the same deadly force. 

All they could do was wait for the storm to pass. 

…

The next day, in Julie’s small bathroom, Susie sat on the tile floor with her neck craned over the bathtub, freshly bleached scalp covered in cerulean sludge. 

“You’re gonna look like Marge,” Frank’s scratchy chuckle echoed. 

“Oh, shut up!” Julie pushed him, then bent over Susie and smiled haphazardly. “You’re gonna look great.” 

Joey, leaning against the countertop, put up a hand in defence, “Better than looking like a walking piece of bubblegum.” 

“Hey, you all said it looked good pink–” 

“Don’t listen to these morons, Suse,” 

Julie tilted her best friend’s head back, smiled, and turned on the handheld tap with blue-stained fingertips.

 I’m home, Susie thought, I’m home here. 

[smol-dragon]

The fact that Julie and Frank don't have christmas sweaters makes me a lil sad.

Susie could've absolutely convinced Julie to wear one, and Frank would've done it just because the other 3 had it and he didn't want to look like the idiot without one.

Bonus points if it's Susie who made it for them (she probably knows how to knit)

[rootsofdread]

hello everyone! little updatey post:

so i wanted to let everyone know: i am actually ALMOST DONE with the requests i currently have in my inbox!!!

probably hard to believe, i know, lol. i was in a rut for a while with my writing, but i've been pushing myself lately to work at least a little bit every night, and it's fun again. ❤️ i am blazing through these last ones and have been having a blast doing it! so i'll be able to re-open requests soon. i'd like to thank everyone for being so patient with me and continuing to support me & my work; you're all very lovely!

also wanted to say i'm planning on doing a DBD art project soon. i want to design christmas sweater skins for all of the killers! i actually never realized until this bone chill that NONE of the killers have sweaters (except joey, susie, and chucky...). it blew my mind. i knew what had to be done next -- give them all special sweaters myself. i know it's kind of a big undertaking and it'll DEF take me a while but i think it'll be a ton of fun!! (and i'm so excited to design ones for my precious turkey, meatball, and talbot <3)

that's all! thank you to anyone who reads this and i hope everyone who celebrates holidays had very happy ones, and those who don't still had a good time.

[trans-harlequin]

What classes I think each main character would main in Team Fortress 2 + Their favorite loadout and playstyle. (Will do more later)

**Kris:**

Main: Pyro

Preferred Weapons: Degreaser, Flare Gun, Axtinguisher

-A true Combo Pyro.

-Flare-jumps whenever possible.

-Berdly makes fun of them for still using the Puff-n-Sting tactic after airblast got nerfed.

-Generally very aggressive and a master of airblast.

-Willing to stay behind on the back lines to check for spies and extinguish teammates if it’s needed. Usually only keeps them busy for around 30 seconds before they get bored and go back to the frontlines.

-Has been around since 2010 and has binged all of Sketchek’s videos.

-Guaranteed to get at least three video-worthy frag clips per match.

-Probably has a Flamethrower nicknamed “WM+1 Noob”

**Susie:**

Main: Demoman

Preferred Weapons: Iron Bomber, Tide Turner, Eyelander

-The most agressive Hybrid-Knight you’ll ever meet.

-Pipe God

-She *will* pipe-jump and mid-air charge at you when any opportunity presents itself. Usually gets her killed by sentries or Snipers, but when it works, she’ll probably rack up at least two heads before her way back out.

-A nearly unstoppable menace on Harvest and Hightower servers.

-Never managed to dominate Kris, due to Airblast existing.

-Loves trimping. Does it way too much.

-Probably saving up money to buy a Horseless Headless Horseman’s Headtaker.

-Complains about the Iron Bomber nerf when she misses.

**Noelle:**

Main: Sniper

Preferred Weapons: Bazaar Bargain, Cozy Camper, Kukiri

-Generally pretty campy; doesn’t care when people complain in chat.

-Claims she’s not that good at the game, but knows how to quickscope and usually stomps pub matches.

-Very rarely trashtalks, when it is it’s because someone is being racist/homophobic/ect. (Lot of people like that in TF2 sadly…)

-Only uses Smissmas cosmetics

-Has 5 unusual taunts, all snow/Christmas themed.

-Dess usually targets her whenever they play. The outcome depends on how much sleep Noelle got last night.

-Her favorite rifle is a Smissmass Sweater Wrapped Bazaar Bargain nicknamed “Kris & Susie <3” with the description “~Shot through the heart~”

**Berdly:**

Main: Scout

Preferred Weapons: Scattergun, Winger, Wrap Assasin

-He literally *is* the Scout from Team Fortress Two. Will sometimes do Scout impressions on mic, act like him, the whole deal. His impression is actually pretty good.

-That one guy who rushes the intel on CTF. Everyone hates him.

- “You don’t understand. The Sandman wasn’t OP, they didn’t have to nerf it. “

-Surprisingly not anti-friendly. Instead, he’ll target friendly-killers.

-Will flank stupidly at any given opportunity.

-Major trashtalker. Doesn’t use slurs, but he will relentlessly argue with anyone who insults him and never knows when to quit.

-Only really toxic in MVM. He *will* kick you for using the Gas Passer and he *will* tell you to Ready Up every single round.

-Has a Lenny bind

[survey--s]

144.

How often do you typically need to wash your hair?   Everyday, but I work a really busy outdoors job and I come home all gross and sweaty and disgusting lol.

Who is your favourite Disney villain?   Maleficent and Scar.

Look around the room and name an object you can see that's colourful. Uh, there’s nothing that colourful in here, really. Maybe the throws on the sofa.

Which coffee shop is your favourite? What was the last thing you ordered from there?   Starbucks - and one of their Christmas lattes, I think. I don’t really go there very often at all, though. I like one of our local places too - the last thing I had from there was a milk hazelnut hot chocolate.

Does anyone close to you resemble a celebrity?   Not really, no.

Did you go to school with anyone named Harry? What was this person like? Nope, but my friend had twin brothers and one of the was called Harry.

Look around the room and find any item that was given to you as a gift - what is it, and who gave it to you?   The wax melts - and Mike did. Well, he bought me the voucher that paid for them, lol. I got £50 worth for Christmas and I still have loads left.

Are you currently wearing any colourful accessories?   No.

At what age did you first take an interest in wearing make-up, if ever? I was probably about twelve and I wore it regularly for a while but I never bother anymore, lol.

As a child, did you write many of your own stories? Yeah, sometimes.

Do you or have you ever owned a music box? What song does/did it play?   I did, but I forget what song it played - it was years and years ago now.

What is something someone has done for you lately, that you appreciate(d)? Susie invited me over twice this week for cups of tea while I was working so I had the chance to warm up :)

Tell me about the last conversation you had with someone, that you found amusing.   I don’t remember off the top of my head.

What was the last sparkling beverage you drank?   Pepsi Max.

Have you followed anyone new on social media lately? Who might that be, then?   No, I don’t think so.

Name 3 items you own that are red.   Blankets, cushions and a sweater.

Which different colours have you dyed your hair? Dark brown, light brown, blonde, pink, red and purple.

What was the first ever social platform that you created an account for? Uhh. Maybe FriendsReunited or Bebo?

Do you have any friends that you communicate with daily, without fail? Any idea what those people are doing right now?   No, I’d find that a bit difficult, to be honest.

Look around the room - can you name 3 objects that are blue?   A litter tray, a carrier bag and a bottle of glass cleaner.

What time is it where you are? And what are your plans for the remainder of the day/evening? It’s 4.20pm and I have no real plans for the rest of the day.

[adrienscroissantx]

What fanfics are your favourites?

Ooooo good question

Ok ok a tad nsfw but Sweater Weather by siderealSandman, a ninette fic, revolutionized how i approach character dynamics and is still the softest thing I've ever read

Not Only You by seasonofthegeek, another ninette fic, still hurts and ive written like 3 post-ending ramblings because BECAUSE BECAUSE

It was a wednesday/ it was a Thursday /it was a Tuesday ALSO by seasonofthegeek because ninette is my life

This isn't miraculous but Theories About Nuclear Winter by hollycomb (a calvin/susie from Calvin and hobbes) has become one of my all time favourites. It has a two hour long podfic too so i can listen to it as i fall asleep don't @ me

The Christmas Favour by GwennhaduBug is alyanette and its so so so cute

A classic alyadrien is Back To Basics and ✨💞✨💞

Im very predictable, i haven't actually read too many fanfics, but i constantly reread pretty much everything in the ninette tag on ao3. These are a few that stuck w me :))

[fictionkinfessions]

Nice facts about my canon: Michael, Elizabeth and I used to celebrate Christmas together, just the 3 of us, and it was really nice. Susie won me my Fredbear plush in a claw machine. I wore blue striped shirts and black jeans (as opposed to blue pants and black striped shirts in canon). I was autistic, and always had raptor hands. In winter, Michael wore thick hoodies, Elizabeth wore cute sweaters and braided her hair, I just wore scarves as an extra. - Golden Freddy/Crying Child (#💀🐻💛)

[i-love-krusielle]

KRUSIELLE HEADCANONS

(Ideas i thought about while i was at work and typed out quickly between customers….this has not been edited)

1:Every year Noelle makes Susie and Kris a new “ugly” christmas sweater with a bad pun or funny picture on it.

(Kris owns one that says “Merry Krismas bitch!” And it's Susie's favorite)

2: the three have videogame night three nights a week to bond, ironically Noelle is the most competitive of the three. And is better at it then either of them.

3: Noelle thinks that Kris's and Susie's eyes are fucking beautiful and keeps giving them headbands so she can force them to show their eyes off more often.

4: Noelle totally gets jealous of how close Ralsei is to Kris and how huggy the two are….Susie finds it funny how her cheeks puff out and she looks ready to pout.

5: Lancer calls the three his “lightworld parents” and Noelle almost cried the first time he said it, now she keeps calling lancer her “baby snowflake”

6: Kris punched Berdly in the face for calling Susie dumb and Noelle a weakling.

7: Susie spends her weekends at either Kris's or Noelle's house because she hates going home.

8: Toriel ships it so hard she cant even function. So does her ex husband

9: Asriel now asks Kris for dating advice cuz the human is fricken dating two amazing girls at once.

10: Noelle's dad, Rudy, teases the hell out of Noelle whenever her girlfriend and partner are in the room with him and insists on showing baby pictures.

11: Susie says she wants to take anger management classes when she is older so she can learn to control herself when she's mad and won't take it out on her lovers.

12. They watch horror movies cuz Susie likes them, and both Kris and Noelle have a reason to sit in their huge girlfriend’s lap and cling to her.

13: When they graduate and go to college together, they find a way to afford a apartment together and get a black cat who is affectionate as fuck.

14: for their prom Kris wore a dress suit. (A prom dress with a suit jacket and bowtie on top)

Susie wore a suit (black with a purple tie)

And Noelle wears a dress (red and silver with a knee length skirt.

(Same thing at the wedding kris: suitdress, susie: suit, noelle: dress)

15: Kris flirts to get out of every situation that involves his girlfriends being mad at him….it stopped working about the fifth time.

16. Susie gets very protective whenever someone flirts with Kris or Noelle

17. They play rock paper scissors to decide who makes dinner.

18: Noelle tries desperately to make Kris and Susie stop eating things they aren't supposed to….she failed miserably.

19: They have an outdoor fall wedding and honeymoon in disney world or at a gaming convention.

20: They adopt three kids. One human, one monster and one half monster, all from the foster care system that where troubled kids like Susie and Kris. They make great fucking parents.

[acekrisdreemurr]

[ID copied from alt text: 1. berdly standing with his arms crossed, smirking and his glasses shining like an anime protagonist. the text next to him reads "air fryer obtained" 2. ralsei collapsed on the ground with his arms pinned behind his back, reminiscent of a family guy screenshot 3. berdly with a disgruntled expression, quoting a tweet that reads "i am not a former gifted student. i am still gifted. put me in a fourth grade class i'll annihilate them all like i did the first time." he is wearing a black t shirt that just says "autism" 4. kris leaning forward to give berdly a small kiss. they are wearing a green and red christmas like sweater. the two are standing beneath a mistletoe but instead of a mistletoe it is a small among us crewmate. the text on the image is a note from the artist and it reads "i forgot what mistletoe looks like and i'm not googling it right now" 5. susie and kris drawn over a photograph taken at a chipotle restaurant. susie has her pinky finger stuck in a hole-covered wall and is trying to pull it out. kris watches impassively. text reminiscent of a snapchat caption reads "we just got here and susie's already gotten her finger stuck..." sans is in the background. End ID]

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[waywarddaughterwrites]

Snow Day

A/N: So, I’ve noticed that I’ve been writing a lot of drama and angst as of late and I wanted to lighten the atmosphere a bit with something sweet and fluffy. Seriously, there’s so much fluff here you might choke. Look out. Much love and chocolates to you, dearies! <3

Read Me on Ao3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13848645

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You woke up groaning at your alarm. You were on a new "healthy" kick and were trying to transform yourself into a morning person, complete with early morning jogs. Guess how well that was working out. You hated running, and you were loathe to wake up before the sun. You looked at your phone and saw 06:00 shining back at you in a light that was way too bright and cheery for what it conveyed. You rolled over, letting out another dramatic groan. It was Saturday and you were awake at six AM. What had your life become?

You contemplated just going back to sleep, but you knew you'd regret it if you did. You were many things, but you were not a quitter. "Come on, Y/N. Commit!" You said to yourself in half-hearted encouragement. You pulled yourself, body protesting, out of the bed and to your closet, where you threw on a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt. You stumbled to the bathroom and splashed water on your face before brushing your teeth. Pulling your hair into a messy ponytail, you rubbed your face and trudged out of your room and into your tiny living room where you pulled on your running shoes. Stifling a yawn, you smacked your cheeks a couple of times to try and wake yourself up fully.

You grabbed your headphones and your keys and walked to your door. Putting the buds in your ears, you pulled open the door.

And stood there, in shocked confusion.

It was snowing.

It had been, by the looks of things, for hours.

You huffed in amusement and your newfound luck and closed the door, already beginning to toe off your shoes and thinking about your bed again, before coming to a stop, suddenly fully awake.

It was snowing.

In May.

You quickly turned back around and yanked open your door again, intent on making sure you weren't completely insane. Sure enough, there were several inches snow on the ground, and it was continuing to fall.

You were dumbfounded. Yesterday it was almost eighty degrees. You'd worn shorts and a tank top all day. And now? You were beginning to feel the chill through your sweats. You closed the door and walked to the television, flipping on the news to see if they had anything to say about the unusual development.

"...quite unlike anything we've seen, Ronny," an attractive blonde woman with large teeth was saying to her cohost. "The entire county is covered in a layer of snow five inches deep, and it is continuing to come down in a flurry! I had planned on taking my kids to the local pool this afternoon, now I think we will be building snowmen instead. Imagine that! Richard, I believe you can provide more insight, what do you say?"

The camera cut away to the meteorologist, who had his back to the camera and was seemingly studying the green screen currently showing snowfall patterns across your county.

Still turned, he said, "well, I just don't know, Susie. It's astounding!"

Your eyes grew wide and a grin began to pull at your lips as you recognized the voice. As the "meteorologist" turned toward the camera, you let out a laugh at the comical fake mustache adorning the blonde man's face.

"It seems," the man continued, "that Mother Nature is unleashing upon us a severe case of cabin fever and snow flu in droves. My professional opinion, and official prescription, to help set the course of nature back on track, is to spend as much time today as possible with the people you care about, especially boyfriends. Spend your entire snow day with your boyfriend and everything should be back to normal tomorrow! I dare say, we may not even remember such a phenomenon as snow in the middle of May even occurring. Well, most of you won't, at least." He said that last part with a deliberate wink.

You snorted, a smile stretching your cheeks and your arms folded as you watched the man on the screen who was obviously looking at you as he spoke. You rolled your eyes and muttered, "tricky bastard."

Still on the television, Gabriel ripped the mustache from his face and pointed it at you.

"That was not very polite."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why don't you come out here and punish me, then?"

He waggled his eyebrows at you and snapped. Suddenly he was gone from the screen. You were just forming the thought of wondering where he was when there was a knock on your door. Rolling your eyes once more, you got up and walked to the door. Opening it, you saw your boyfriend standing in your doorway. The snow was coming down fast enough it was beginning to leave a light layer on his hair and it made him look every inch of the angel you knew he was.

"Hey," he said, grinning.

"Hey," you replied. He leaned in, looking for a kiss. You began to lean in to comply when suddenly you had a face full of snow.

Sputtering, you could hear him guffaw at your expense and could see through the flakes now clinging to your eyelashes the shit-eating grin on his face.

"Consider yourself punished," he said pretentiously.

You shook your head to clear it of the snow and looked him straight in the eye before promptly closing the door in his face.

"Aw, come on Sweets. Don't be like that. Let me in, it's cold out here!"

You sighed dramatically.

"That's your own fault, you overgrown bird!" You called to him good-naturedly. Still, you reached for the door anyway and pulled it back open.

The second it opened you were swept up in your angelic boyfriend's arms and spun around. Laughing, he shook the snow from his hair onto you before dipping you low and planting a deep kiss on your lips.

By the time he pulled away, you had a slightly punch-drunk look on your face and the feeling only increased as you took in the look of playfulness and utter adoration in the whiskey eyes staring back at you.

He put you back on the floor, but made no move to let you go.

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked.

You glanced past him at the window. The snow was beginning to slow down into more of a soft flurry than a blizzard.

"Well, it would be a shame to waste the day inside during such a wonder of weather phenomena," you said to him significantly. "Although I already packed away all of my winter clothing..." you chewed your lip.

Gabriel released you and stepped back from you, looking you up and down. A mischievous look in his eye, he claimed, "not a problem!" and snapped his fingers. Suddenly you found yourself in a pair of comfy, thick snow pants and a sweater with a warm bubble jacket over top. Your feet were encased in snow boots and your hands had zig-zag patterned mittens on them. You were perfectly prepared for a day in the snow, except...

"Gabriel. Pigtails? Really?"

He shrugged at you, pseudo-innocently.

"I think they're cute!" He said emphatically.

"My little snow bunny has ears!"

You raised your eyebrow at him and he snapped again, encasing your head in a knit headband, your hair in its usual singular pony tail.

One more snap and he was dressed in similar snow-ready attire and pulling you by the hand outside to the wonderland that awaited you.

Once outside, you saw the extent of what he had created. Everything had been effectively forced to shut down. Where you lived, your town wasn't used to much snow in the wintertime, so snow in mid-spring was practically debilitating. There was a thick layer of snow covering most everything, and people were outside in the streets playing in it. Children had snowball fights and teenagers were building snowmen. Parents pulled children on makeshift sleds made from kitchen pans and trash can lids. It was like a Christmas card.

You paused for a moment, taking it all in. You felt arms snake around your waist and you leaned into Gabriel's warmth as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"A little unorthodox, but you did a good thing," you told him.

"They're not the only ones who are overdue for a break from reality," he whispered into your ear in response. Kissing your cheek, you felt him smile into your skin and inhale deeply.

You turned around to face him, suddenly playful. "Come on," you said, "I'll race you to the tree!" He raised his eyebrows at you before disappearing. The sudden lack of his support made you stumble before you straightened and called out, "cheater!"

The next thing you knew, you were in his arms once more, only this time, you were beside "your" tree. You lived a block away from a small park. After hundreds of strolls and midnight stargazing near this particular tree, you both had sentimentally begun thinking of it as "your" tree. Luckily, no one else had claimed the area around it on this snowy day off. Gabriel leaned down and pecked your lips once more before releasing you from his grasp.

"Let's make a snowman!" You exclaimed suddenly. Smiling at your enthusiasm, Gabriel turned away to gather snow to begin fulfilling your wish. You used his distraction to reach down and gather a handful of snow yourself, packing it into a ball. Against his notice, you backed a couple of feet away before saying, "hey, babe?"

He looked up at you to respond and immediately was hit with a face full of snow, via your dastardly plot for revenge. You were cackling at the stunned look on his face. Your laughter broke off quickly, though, when his eyes turned impish and you knew you had about three seconds to dive out of range before you were going to be pelted with snowballs. You ran the best you could, dodging a snowball here and there. Several collided with your back, not enough to knock you down. Once or twice you attempted to return fire, but it never connected and only served to slow you down and subsequently subject you to more snow via your boyfriend with the power of the heavens. You were laughing so hard you could barely breathe, and you only registered the sound of snow-crunching footfalls behind you before you were tackled to the ground.

You were both laughing in a way you hadn't in too long of a time. He rolled with you across the ground until he ended with you on your back and him laying overtop of you, looking down at you in the snow. You both were breathless. He leaned over once more for another kiss, but this one was more tender, softer than the ones earlier. It was sweeter, it matched the peaceful snow around you and the lighthearted atmosphere it had created.

Pulling away from you, inches still from your face, he breathed, "I have an idea." He hopped up from the snow, expecting you to follow. Instead, you stayed where you were and began to move your arms and legs. Once satisfied, you carefully stood so as not to ruin your creation. You walked around to the top and drew an oval-shaped halo above the impression of your head. Grinning, you looked up at Gabriel, who was watching you with a bemused expression.

Seeming contemplative, you made a show of looking between the angel on the ground and the angel beside you. "I can see the resemblance," you remarked.

Gabriel threw you a bitch face that would have put Sam Winchester to shame.

"I look nothing like that! The dress, the halo, it's utter nonsense," he exclaimed in mock offense.

You giggled at him before looping your arm through his. Nodding down at your snow angel reverently, you conceded, "you're right. You could never pull off a dress like that."

Gabriel sputtered, obviously caught between defending that he absolutely COULD pull off any dress he desired and sticking to his original claim that he looked nothing like a traditional angel. Settling for sticking his tongue out at you, he pulled you toward a large clear patch of untouched snow.

"Have you ever built an igloo?" He asked you. You had, but only once, and you were very young. You told him as much. He spent the next couple of minutes showing you how to create the bricks and stack them appropriately. The two of you spent the morning laying your foundation and building upon it, creating a small structure in the snow. Finally you were putting the finishing touches on your igloo, patching small holes and smoothing out the bricks on top. The two of you stepped back, sweaty, but thoroughly pleased with yourselves.

"Dibbs!" Gabriel called before breaking away from you and climbing inside.

"Hey!" You called, "no fair!"

Gabriel stuck his head out of the doorway and you pouted dramatically at him. Smiling at you, he held out a hand in invitation.

"I thoroughly doubt there's enough room in there for us both," you said, shaking your head at him.

"You'd be surprised," he responded, still holding out his hand. Intrigued, you crouched down and followed him through the short tunnel into the igloo.

Your breath stuttered in amazement. The tiny igloo the two of you had built had an interior the size of your apartment's living room. There was a small bookshelf full of books next to two plush armchairs and a small side table laden with a plate of sandwiches nestled in front of a cozy, warm fire going in a fireplace on the wall. You blinked your eyes at the incredulity of it all. Turning to Gabriel, he held out a large mug of something steaming as he clutched one for himself in his other hand. He had removed his jacket and gloves and hung them on a coat rack you just noticed next to the entry. Shrugging out of your own jacket and mittens (the fire had it surprisingly warm and comfortable inside) you took the offered mug and sipped it to find it was thick, rich, perfect hot chocolate.

"I don't know what you had planned for the rest of the day," he started quietly, "but I happened to stumble across the coziest little place that I think would be quite nice to spend an afternoon."

You smiled at him before reaching up and cupping your hand on his cheek. "It's lovely," you said in response. He smiled at you before turning his head slightly to kiss your thumb near his mouth.

Your stomach growled, effectively ruining the moment. Chuckling, both of your hot chocolates vanished and reappeared on the side table next to the sandwiches. He scooped you up into his arms bridal-style and carried you to one of the chairs. "Come on," he said as he carried you, "human needs to eat lunch."

The two of you spent the entire afternoon and early evening in your hidden winter paradise. You found yourself curled in Gabriel's lap, a blanket covering the two of you. In your hands you held a book of poetry by Y/F/P and you were reading softly aloud to him as he played with your hair you had let loose from your ponytail.  It was a wonderfully peaceful moment and you soaked in every second of it, losing yourself in your little haven away from the outside world. You turned the page in the book and began to read the next poem.

"I love you."

Mid-stanza, you didn't register what he said. Turning to him, you said, "hmm?"

His gaze was soft and deeper than you could remember seeing it before. "I said, I love you."

Your mouth parted open in shock, the proclamation taking you aback. He held your eyes with his own and you blinked, gathering yourself back together before leaning forward and kissing him.

Leaning away from him just enough to break the kiss, you leaned your forehead against his, your noses touching.

"I love you too, you giant feathery goofball," you whispered. He grinned before darting forward, catching your lips in a bruising, heated kiss. The book lay In your lap, forgotten as you tangled your hands in his hair and his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. You were both breathless and gasping by the time you came up for air.

Reaching his hand up, he pushed your hair away from your face and behind your ear.

"I could stay here forever," he said. You smiled at him, tinged only slightly with sadness as you both knew it was impossible. The real world was too demanding for the likes of an angel and a hunter. You snuggled your head into the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped around you once more.

You could, too, if you had the chance. You didn't say it, because you knew he knew.

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[kitgilmore]

TWO // I WILL FOLLOW.

"So you're just leaving," Thomas said, Thomas Knight was her piano partner, on more than one occasion they had been forced together during a concert, and sure he was a great piano player and often kept up with her, but he was also a minute man. Track to be more specific. Thomas was typically handsome they kind of guy when his hobbies are described you think sure that sounds right. It wasn't in until one night both high from the spring recital, the two shared a very heated kiss that Kit began to notice the finer details about Mr Knight that he could quote blade runner backwards or how he always smelt like the ocean, that he hated being called Tommy. Beginning the first romance of Kit Gilmore, as her mother had grown to call it, short as it was only lasting 3 months before they both agreed, their professional relationship was far more interesting.

"I'm moving school, Thomas not countries, I'll promise you'll survive." She told him, grabbing the notebook, textbooks, an old sweater and makeup bag out of her locker and dumping them into the box the tall boy was holding.

"Yeah I know" he replied, Kit just raised her eyebrows at him trying to be cool, slamming the red rusted door shut for the last time. She tried to take the box from him but he just shook her head and motioned her forward.

"I'll still be around for Miss Patty and recitals and we can even do that Christmas Hanukkah Winter medley you were talking about the other night," she told him as they walked down the hall and out the door, Kit turned when she heard the sound of her sister's voice.

"30 Minutes with traffic." Rory was walking towards the town centre with the new boy, Kit remembered someone mentioning he moved here from Chicago during her French class.

"Okay, then I guess it alright that you're leaving," Thomas said, returning her attention to the dark haired boy beside her she sniggered, wondered if he heard what he just said.

"Thank you, kind sir, for your permission, how will I ever repay you." Kit said with extreme gestures.

He just shook his head at his friend and the two of them made their way towards her house.

❊❊❊❊

That night, at Luke's dinner the three of them we're all picking their food, Kit was worried about her cello audition, about catching up in her classes, while Rory was now unsure whether she wanted to move schools and Their mother, her big secret was, that she'd asked her parents for the money to pay the tuition of the girls new school.

"I forgot to tell you both, that we're having dinner tomorrow night at your grandparent's house," Lorelai told them, breaking them out their own thoughts the twins exchanged a look.

"We are?" Kit asked

"Mhmm" she replied before taking a sip of coffee.

"But, it's September," Rory asked her.

"So"

"So, there are no national holidays in September, expect National fortune cookie day but i don’t think grandma knows that." Kit told them with a smile, taking a sip of her own.

"Look, it's not a holiday thing. It's just dinner, okay?" Their mother told them.

"Fine, sorry," Rory told her sheepishly.

Luke brought their burgers to the tables and conversation stopped, pulling the check of the pad he said "Red meat can kill you. Enjoy."

"So, I finished hemming your skirts today"

"Thanks, mom" Kit said as she started to enjoy her food, while her sister was stabbing her burger with her folk.

"A grunt of acknowledgment might be nice," Lorelai said, directed at Rory.

"I don't understand why we're going to dinner tomorrow night. I mean, what if I had plans? You didn't even ask me." Kit couldn't help but snort at her sister's words which earned her a slide glance, boy her sister was in a mood tonight.

"Well, if you had plans I would have known." their mother said completely missing the point Rory was trying to make.

"How?"

"Well, you would have told me." She stated

"I don't tell you everything. I have my own things." Rory snapped back.

"Fine, you have things".

"That's right. I have things."

"Hey. I had dibs on being the bitch tonight" Their mother said, Kit watched as she took a breath and tried to calm herself it was a habit Kit herself had picked up, I didn't always work.

"Just tonight" Rory muttered.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kit joined raising her voice slightly.

"I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton," Rory told them, her eyes refused to catch theirs.

"What?" Kit roared, where had this come from.

"The timing is just really bad." She began to explain.

"The timing is bad?" Lorelai repeated.

"And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's like thirty minutes each way."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing."

"Plus, I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot."

"Oh, you have no idea." Their mother said Kit knew it was a loaded statement but was too shocked by her sisters change in attitude.

"All of your money should be going toward buying an inn with Sookie."

"Except the part that's paying for me to go to Chilton because I'm still going". Kit said turning to her sister who just let out a breath.

"What about college? What about Harvard?"

"We don't know that I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am, you don't even want to go Harvard." she said to her sister.

"You don't have enough diversity for that, and maybe I don't but how about I take your spot." Kit retorted.

"Okay, enough. Enough of the crazy talk, okay? I appreciate your concern but I have this covered."

"I still don't want to go." She said with a huff.

"Why?"

"Because I don't."

"Rory!" Kit exclaimed.

"I have to get out of here," Lorelai explained, getting up from her sit in the dinner and starts to leave, Kit followed after her opening the door into the cool night streets.

"We have to pay first," Rory stated as if that was the problem.

As they walked home in silence they saw, Lane on her awkward hayride date, sandwiched between two Korean boys, when they reached Miss Patty's dance studio, Kit was recreating not finishing her dinner.

One-two-three. One-two-three. One-two-three. It's a waltz, ladies. Susie, do you have to tinkle? Then uncross your legs, darling.

"Oh, Rory, good. I think I found a job for your male friend." Miss Patty said standing the door way, light silhouetting her, as she smokes a cigarette, looking as fabulous as every.

"What male friend?" Lorelai asked, and now Kit understood. STUPID LEATHER JACKET BOY.!

"They need a stock boy at the supermarket. I already talked to Taylor Doose about him. You just send him around tomorrow."

"Okay, thanks."

"What male friend?"

"Oh, he's very cute. You have good taste."

Miss Patty turned back to her dance class she said.

"Hands in the air, not in the nose"

For someone who wasn't athletic Rory sure moved fast, Kit was so mad at her sister, maybe it was more disappointment than anger. Why would she do this?

"Oh, you're gonna have to walk faster than that. You're gonna have to turn into friggin' Flo Jo to get away from me."

Once they reached their house Rory walk in and slams the door, not caring that her mother and sister were behind her.

"This is about a boy, of course. I can't believe I didn't see it. All this talk about money and bus rides. You got a thing going with a guy and you don't want to leave school." The mother said as she walked through the house into the living room, normally if one twin was arguing with their mother the other was stay out of it but this was the exception.

"I'm going to bed."

"God, I'm so dense. That should have been my first thought. After all, you're me."

"I'm not you," Rory said gathering her book bag from the sofa.

"Er yeah you are, turning in to some high school cliche, throwing away your future for a boy, that doesn't sound like my sister." Kit said, before turning to her mother and saying "No offences."

"Whatever."

"So who is he?"

"There's no guy!"

"Dark hair, romantic eyes? Looks a little dangerous?"

"No.. His move the boy next door type right?" Kit said.

"This conversation is over."

"Tattoos are good, too!"

"I don't want to change schools because of all the reasons I've already told you a thousand times. If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. Goodnight.." Rory closed her bedroom door, their mother continued.

"Does he have a motorcycle? 'Cause if you're gonna throw your life away, he better has a motorcycle!"

"He was carrying her books." Kit scoffed her eyes widen before she shook her head. "I have to go figure out what piece I'm going to play for my audition at.. Chilton". she said a little too loud, her mother kissed her forehead before she followed Rory into her room.

"Well, I think that went pretty well, don't you?" "Thanks for the knock."

Once in her room Kit kicked off her boots, pulled out her journal from her book bag, before she began to shuffle through her closest looking for an appropriate dress for dinner at her grandparents.

All three Gilmore's were standing outside their grandparents house, They were all nervous, not Kit so much she liked her grandparents, she didn't think that they were unrealisable for them to want, Lorelai and Christopher to get married then they got pregnant at 16 but also understood why that was the choice her parents took. In the end, she went with a peace blouse and black shirt, tights and ballet flats.

"So, do we go in or do we just stand here reenacting The Little Match Girl?" Rory said she was still sulking, about Chilton.

"Rory, stop."

"Okay, look, I know you and me are having a thing here and I know you hate me but I need you to be civil, at least for dinner and then on the way home you can pull a Menendez. Deal?"

"Fine."

"You guys are ridiculous" Kit breathed out as she rang the door bell, and her grandmother opens the door right away. Kit wondered if she heard the conversation they previously had and blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"Hi, Grandma," The twins said in unison.

"Well, you're right on time." Their grandmother said as she leads them through the door into the foyer.

"Yeah, yeah, no traffic at all," Lorelai explained as she took off her coat, looking for a place to throw away her coffee cup.

"I can't tell you what a treat it is to have you girls here." Their grandmother looked nothing but elegant with her silk blouse and pearls, she took the girls coats and hung them up.

"Oh, well, we're excited, too." Kit said, she didn't feel the same discomfort regarding her the 'Gilmores' that her sister had, he mother had her own reasons but in Kit's eyes her grandparents had always been nothing but kind and generous to the twins.

"Is that a collector's cup or can I throw it away for you?" Emily comment.

"Oh." Lorelai begins to toss her empty coffee cup into the trash can located next to the door frame. Kit wondered what if would ever be used for.

"In the kitchen, please" her grandmother retorted, before turning to the twins and saying.

"So, I want to hear all about Chilton."

"Well, we haven't actually started yet." Kit said as walked the twins through the house, through the hall way and into one of many sitting rooms in the Gilmore's grand Hartford home.

"Richard, look who's here."

"Rory, Kit.... You're tall." their grandfather said looking up from their paper to view the twins properly, both girls were the hair down so it framed their face, the blue sweater Rory was wearing brought out her eyes. Kit had convinced her to add some blush to her usual makeup.

"I guess," Rory said, Kit looked at her grandfather and thought he was adorable.

"Well, what's your height?"

" 5'7"." the girls said again in union

“That's tall. The girls are tall." he said to himself and their grandmother, Kit didn't think that she had grown that much since Easter but maybe they had.

"Hi, dad," Lorelai said, entering the room behind them.

"Lorelai, your daughter's are tall."

"Oh, I know. It's freakish. We're thinking of having them studied at M.I.T." Kit shook her head slightly she knew she mother was nervous, her witty commentary was proof of that.

"Ah" he responded slightly deflated.

"Champagne, anyone?" Emily asked, bringing a silver tray, with crystal glasses, each of the girls took one.

"Oh, that's fancy." Kit said.

"Well, it's not every day that I have my girls here for dinner on a day the banks are open," Emily said slightly bitter.

"A toast - to entering Chilton and an exciting new phase in your lives."

"Here, here. " Both Kit and Richard said together, Kit smiled, before she sipped her champagne, oh how sweet those bubbles are.

"Mmm. Well, let's sit everyone." Rory sat next to her grandfather, while Kit took the seat next to her grandmother, taking another sip of her drink.

"This is just wonderful. An education is the most important thing in the world, next to family."

"I couldn't agree more grandma" Kit said looking at her sister, who quietly looked down.

"And pie," Lorelai said, and no one laughed.

"Joke, joke."

"Ah," Emily said, Kit finished her champagne, as her grandfather handed Rory a section of the paper.

An hour later the Gilmore family was seated around the dining table, candle light filled the room as they ate of china plates. Rory sat next to her sister, opposite their mother.

"Rory do you like the lamb?" Emily asked her granddaughter trying to fill the silence with polite conversation.

"It's good". Rory answered taking another bite.

"Too dry"

"No, it's perfect."

"Kit?" Emily turns her attention towards her youngest grandchild.

"Lamb's my favourite grandma, the gravy is wonderful."

"Potatoes could use a little salt, though." Their mother commented. Kit just tilted her head as if to say was that really necessary.

"Excuse me?"

"So, Grandpa, how's the insurance business?" Rory asked and Kit was thankful for her sister's good timing.

"Oh, people die, we pay. People crash cars, we pay. People lose a foot, we pay." he said sounding rather crass. Kit just continued to eat her dinner, it really was rather delicious.

"Well, at least you have your new slogan."

"And how are things at the motel?" Richard grumbled at his daughter, Kit could feel the tension that was building in the dining room.

"The inn? They're great." Lorelai said proudly, hating that she had to remind him of her career path.

"Lorelai's the executive manager now. Isn't that wonderful?" Emily said, both the twins smiled at their grandmother as she gushed over her daughter's success.

"Speaking of which, Christopher called yesterday," Richard stated, taking a sip of his red wine.

"Speaking of which? How is that a speaking of which?" the conversation of the twins Father was slightly awkward one, their mother never denied them their father, and every time she spoke of him or saw him there was nothing but love and warmth.

"He's doing very well in California. His Internet start-up goes public next month. This could mean big things for him." Richards returned before turning to the girls.

"Very talented man, your father."

"He's also got a new motorcycle" Kit said under her breath. Kit had a stronger bond with her father than Rory did, the two of them talked all the time at least once a fortnight, he was more honest with her than with her sister. They were both wanderers, wanting to try lots of things before deciding what they wanted, what they liked.

"They know." Their mother said slightly more angry than before.

"He always was a smart one, that boy," he said "You girls must take after him." added quickly, "Speaking of which, I'm gonna get a Coke....Or a knife." their mother said leaving the table, after a minute Emily went after her while the twins and their grandfather sat in awkward silence, the conversation behind the wall a little too loud to be private, started out well enough with her grandmother trying to calm down her daughter but soon took a turn.

Why would he bring up Christopher? Was that really necessary? He likes Christopher. Isn't that interesting? Because, as I remember, when Christopher got me pregnant, Dad didn't like him so much. Oh, well, please, you were sixteen. What were we supposed to do - throw you a party? We were disappointed. The two of you had such bright futures. Yes. And by not getting married we got to keep those bright futures. When you get pregnant, you get married. A child needs a mother and a father. Oh, Mom. Do you think that Christopher would have his own company right now if we'd gotten married? Do you think he would be anything at all? Yes, I do. Your father would have put him in the insurance business and you'd be living a lovely life right now. He didn't want to be in the insurance business and I am living a lovely life right now. That's right, far away from us. Oh, here we go. You took those girls and completely shut us out of your life. You wanted to control me. You were still a child. I stopped being a child the minute the strip turned pink, okay? I had to figure out how to live. I found a good job. As a maid. With all your brains and talent. I worked my way up. I run the place now. I built a life on my own with no help from anyone. Yes, and think of where you would have been if you'd accepted a little help, hmm? And where the girls would have been. But no, you were always too proud to accept anything from anyone. Well, I wasn't too proud to come here to you two begging for money for my kids' school, was I?

The Twins exchanged a look at that piece of information, Kit saw a look on Rory face that she knew meant she changed her mind about Chilton, knowing how difficult it must have been for their mother to ask her parents for the money to provide an education for her children. After saying goodbye to their grandmother, they walked out the door.

"Mom?" Kit said as they stood outside in the doorway

"I'm okay. I just. .do I look shorter? 'Cause I feel shorter." she joked, leaning her head on the shoulder of her youngest.

"Hey, how 'bout I buy you a cup of coffee?" Rory said pulling her coat to stay warm or because she was nervous about the upcoming conversation she knew she needed to have. "

"Oh, yeah. You drive, though, okay, 'cause I don't think my feet will reach the pedals.”

Kit drove them back to Stars Hollow, parking at the house before they took off towards Luke's

"So, nice dinner at the grandparents' house," Rory said breaking the tension.

"Oh, yeah, her dishes have never been cleaner." the mother replied.

"You and Grandma seemed to have a nice talk." Kit asked nudging her mother slightly.

"How much did you hear?" she asked her children.

"Not much," Rory said

"Snippets," said Kit.

"Snippets?" Raising her eyebrows, the three of them stood in the doorway of Luke's this was becoming a habit of this evening.

"Little snippets."

"So basically everything?"

"Basically," Kit said opening the door.

"Well, the best-laid plans." the mother said taking off her coat and sitting down.

"I think it was really brave of you to ask them for money," Rory told her.

"Completely" Kit added.

"Oh, I so do not want to talk about it." she dismissed.

"How many meals is it gonna take 'til we're off the hook?" Kit asked.

"I think the deli spread at my funeral will be the last one." Lorelai looked at her eldest daughter who just smiled.

"Hey, wait, does that mean..."

"Can't let a perfectly good plaid skirt go to waste." she smiled.

"oh.. We're private school girls." Kit exclaimed, raising her eyebrows suggestively at the sister, who sniggered in response.

"Oh, honey, you won't be sorry."

Just then Luke Danes arrived at the table both Kit and her mother had to do a double take, instead of his usual backward baseball cap and plaid shirt, he was wearing slacks and a blue collared shirt.

"Wow, you look nice. Really nice." Their mother commented.

"I had a meeting earlier at the bank. They like collars. ... You look nice, too." The twins exchanged a look, both laughing lightly.

"I had a flagellation to go to."

"So, what'll you have?" he asked the table.

"Coffee, in a vat."

"I'll have coffee also. And chili fries." Rory ordered.

“Yes coffee and do you have any pie, cherry maybe." Kit asked.

"That's quite a refined palate you got there." he said before walking away.

"Behold the healing powers of a bath....So, tell me about the guy?" Lorelai asked Rory.

"You know what's really special about our relationship? The total understanding about the need for one's privacy. I mean, you really understand boundaries."

"So tell me about the guy."

"Mom!"

"Is he dreamy?" Rory blushed while Kit just nodded slightly.

"Oh, that's so Nick at Night."

"Well, I'm gonna find out anyway."

"Really? How?"

"I'll spy. Kit will tell me" she said as if it was the most obvious thing.

Minutes later Luke returned with their order

"Coffee. .fries... pie"

"Thank you, kind sir." Kit spoke politely.

"...I can't stand it. This is so unhealthy. Girls, please, put down that cup of coffee. You do not want to grow up to be like your mom." Luke commented look at the twins who smiled at each other.

"Sorry, too late." The twins answered before tucking into their food.

[gallifreyanlibertea]

An Excessively White Christmas

A/N: This is for @brightly-painted-canvas . That’s right Daria, I’m your Secret Santa, I apologize because I made you wait forever and then some for this sub-par piece of work. The prompt given was “humorous, fluffy and Christmas-y” and ten scrapped fics later, this was born. 

You’re a great friend Susie and you deserve way better, but Merry (late) Christmas again <3 And thank you @xmas-usukexchange2016 for setting this up and putting up with me (ily). Also forgive me, I don’t know what people do on Christmas. 

It was final. It was law, for Alfred had decreed it, and that meant the alpha would do anything in his power, everything in his power to make it so.

This Christmas simply had to be the best Christmas of them all.

And that was no mere statement, no, it was a promise. Their first Christmas as a mated, married couple, and Alfred simply had to have it perfect. So glorious indeed, that it would serve as a sort of proof to every nosy old woman, every snide comment from their parents, every whisper of gossip that had said their relationship wouldn’t make it all these months. 

A sort of trophy for themselves, that yes, they were here now. Past the fights, past the bickering, past every single time Alfred had taken Arthur to McDonald’s for Valentine’s Day, and past the fact that yes, he’d proposed there as well thinking it to be ironic, while Arthur stood there both flustered and raging mad all at once because who proposed at McDonald’s?

This Christmas had to be the greatest.

That meant lights brighter than the neighbors’, music louder than the family’s down the street, sweaters uglier than the ones that mediocre couple everyone in the neighborhood thought was so cute when Arthur and Alfred were obviously so much cuter wore.

And though watching Alfred get so worked up over proving someone wrong was so in character, so competitive, cutthroat, everything that made him so damn irresistible to Arthur- it was also a bit concerning to see just how much the motive clouded over the overall meaning of the holiday season.

Arthur watched as Alfred fussed over the tree.

“I should’ve bought the lights with the different colors, it’s not blinky enough.”

“They seem perfectly fine to me, dear.” Was Arthur’s response- and he wasn’t lying. They were fine. More than fine, actually, with a light that bathed their dim surroundings in a warm, yellow glow, framing his mate like a halo, casting dancing, angelic shadows across his tanned skin.  

He was gorgeous. Even as those lips turned down in a frown, brows drawn together in anger, “I’m not going for fine, Arthur, it’s gotta be-”

“I know.” Arthur pursed his lips. “Perfect.”

Alfred heaved out a sigh as he took a step back, the hands on his hips falling limp to his sides, looking positively defeated, worn.

And Arthur came to the rescue, slipping away from his place on the couch, coming to wrap his arms around his lover’s hunched frame. “And it does look perfect, okay? So relax.”

A grunt. 

“Come on, relax with me, love.” 

Alfred didn’t seem convinced, but he put on a good show- grinning into Arthur’s hair as he was swept away, socks sliding against the wooden floor. A slow, languid dance to a holiday song Arthur sang incredibly off-key. It was something he found himself initiating often leading up to the big day, to steal his mate back from the pointless decoration he’d buried himself into.  

Alfred’s idea of a perfect Christmas was a bit different from his.

Arthur would’ve been plenty satisfied just to wake up next to his husband. Morning light streaming through the gaps in the curtains, the alpha attempting to steal stale kisses to which Arthur would respond with a lazy shove- rolling out of bed after what seemed like centuries to be greeted by a big, glittering tree with exactly two presents beneath. Yes, that would make it a jolly Christmas indeed. Just the sight of that tousled, blond hair- all knotted and swept this way and that- and those chapped, winter-worn lips Arthur would soften with a kiss under the mistletoe.

The clink of their rings against mugs of cocoa far too sweet to finish…

The Christmas of Arthur’s dreams.

But Alfred had his sights set, and oh lord was he stubborn. After a few blissful minutes had gone by of that mindless, giddy dancing, Arthur feeling so perfectly warm encircled in those loving arms- Alfred had pulled away to rearrange the ornaments he claimed were crooked, and Arthur watched, arms folded, waiting for Alfred to get some sort of hint that it had gone too far, seeing as his mate was currently jealous of a tree.

And when it didn’t happen, he groaned, padding off to the kitchen to brew himself a cup of tea and brood silently, trying not to let his lemony scent of jealousy wash over the strategically placed gingerbread-scented candles lest Alfred fuss about that as well.

They woke to snow.

It wasn’t all that unusual. Their region had been expecting a white Christmas, and Alfred had been rooting for it as well. Arthur woke to find his mate by the window, throwing laughs over his shoulder, parting the curtain so wide Arthur was practically slapped with that white, white morning light.

And he almost forgot Alfred’s obsession. He rolled right off the bed and walked, a bit disoriented, a bit drowsy, right into those open arms, and let Alfred hold him, kiss his hair, tell him everything was going to be perfect now.

Well, until it got a bit too perfect.

“It’s snowing an awful lot, don’t you think, babe?”

Arthur shrugged, peering into the cupboard in search of something to nibble with his tea. “I suppose.”

“We still have to go shopping for the party food today,” Alfred mumbled, spoon swishing in his soggy cereal. He sat back against the dining room chair, pulling his legs up against his chest. “Do you think we can go real quick, before it gets heavier?”

Arthur paused, letting the quiet sink in, ears tuned to what seemed like howling outside. “I wouldn’t risk it now, Alfred, it seems dangerous.”

He wilted at the sight of Alfred peering back into his bowl almost dejectedly, teeth chewing on his lip.

“But worst comes to worst, we can make a quick trip an hour before the party, alright, love?”

“If the snow dies down by then,” Alfred said with a chuckle, to which Arthur responded with a purse of his lips.

“I’m sure it will, it’s just snow.”

It didn’t.

Their phones buzzed to a blizzard warning, lights flickering, snow hammering down relentlessly against their windows. Arthur watched with a face half-buried in his mug of tea, because Alfred had forgotten to watch the cups, and because he also enjoyed the feeling of vapor curling around his lips- and Alfred curled into the couch, lips twisted into a frown.

There certainly wasn’t going to be a party anytime today, that was for sure.

Unless of course, Alfred expected the guests to shovel through the streets into the house and shovel their way back when the party was over. Arthur wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

“You know I hate parties, anyway, Al,” He said, fingers peeling at the blanket cocoon his mate had currently pressed himself into. “I find this Christmas truly great now that we don’t have to entertain the neighbors.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Alfred replied, the sound muffled. Arthur resisted the urge to roll his eyes because yes, he was saying it to make the idiot feel better about something he shouldn’t have been feeling bad about in the first place, but also because he truly, genuinely, hated people. Hated having them over for holidays, with their little kids, knocking over the decor, tracking their dirty little feet into the carpet. Existing.

Alfred was also considerably more social than he was, that was for sure, so he might not have understood the fact that a person didn’t enjoy being suffocated by people every waking minute of their lives.

The alpha pouted, adding, “This is the worst.”

“Oh yeah, definitely is.” Arthur mused, placing his tea mug onto whatever surface he could find, crossing his arms as he peered down at the pitiful fluffy blanket caterpillar, his husband’s current state. “No friends, no random people that aren’t even part of our lives. I’m afraid you’re stuck with silly old me for Christmas, ugh, your mate. Dreadfully sorry, this really is the worst, isn’t it?”

Alfred buried his smile in the couch, “Yeah.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll just leave you to it, then-”

Alfred unfolded, practically absorbing Arthur into his arms, collapsing back onto the couch with a new addition to his blanket roll, and Arthur bit back a smile, maneuvering himself to turn flush against Alfred’s chest, ruffling that floppy hair as much as he was allowed to before he found himself tackled onto the floor.

Needless to say, they spilled the mug of tea. Arthur made Alfred clean it up as punishment for sulking around.

Christmas morning wasn’t as… twinkling as he’d expected it.

It was plenty white, that was for sure.

Arthur woke to a dim room. Not quite as warm as he’d hoped, what with the heater they’d left at full blast last night. He found himself curling into his blanket, toes pressed against Alfred’s legs in an attempt to absorb some heat.

To which Alfred woke with a start, slapping at Arthur’s frozen feet. “Dude!”

“I’m sorry, it’s cold,” Arthur complained, and Alfred furrowed his brows, shrugging deeper into his blanket.

“Then go turn the heater back on.”

Arthur stared, then stared, and stared some more, hoping to convey the fact that it was Christmas morning, a time for giving and charity, which meant that Alfred should get up and do it for him in the name of love. But Alfred remained adamant, squinting at him from the top edge of his blanket.

“Merry Christmas baby, but I’m not getting out of this bed just this yet.” 

Arthur growled, stepping out of the covers to switch on the light.

The room remained dim.

Oh dear.

“Alfred, the- um, the electricity doesn’t seem to be working.”

Alfred’s eyes snapped open and he practically scrambled out of bed, slipping on his glasses, fingers flicking at the light switches, tugging at the plugs, and nothing seemed to work. The room was dim, cold, and everything Alfred didn’t want it to be.

He ran off downstairs and Arthur lingered in bed a bit before following along with a scowl. Padding down the steps, turning the corner, “Alfred, what’re you-?”

“The lights aren’t working,” Alfred said, and Arthur paused, watching as Alfred knelt pitifully at the foot of the tree, pinching the bulb of a light between his thumb and a finger. “Christmas is ruined.”

Oh, how dramatic. Arthur rolled his eyes- careful to do out of Alfred’s sight lest he angered the alpha in his time of despair. Christmas was hardly ruined because of a power outage. Arthur wanted to say that the first Christmas hardly had flashing LED lights, but that would only come off as sarcastic, something that didn’t sit well with Alfred when he was pouting and sighing like he was now.

So he straightened up, shuffling around the drawers for a box of matches, fetching a newspaper roll, at the sight of which Alfred got up from his pity-fest and joined Arthur in preparing their fireplace. Let there be light.

Of course, Arthur had never lit an actual fireplace before, but Alfred seemed to have a lot of practice. His family was the more traditional type, whereas the Kirklands tended to opt for the electrical versions of things. This was in his favor, seeing as letting Alfred seem in control was possibly the best way to put a spike in that cloudy mood of his.

Arthur watched as Alfred lit a few rolls of paper, tossing them into the hearth, laden with chunky logs and smaller twigs. The crackle was melodious, and oh, so was the heat, Arthur found himself crawling towards it, basking in the glow, letting the fire warm his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

And Alfred watched Arthur curl up by the fire with a small smile, “Never seen a fireplace before?”

“Do you think we could make hot chocolate over this?” Was Arthur’s response, and Alfred had replied with a no, but they’d freshened up, cracked their knuckles and tried anyway.

It ended up with a thoroughly burnt mug and an Alfred gasping I told you so-s between peals of laughter- not the kind he’d fake around friends, with the rich, deep rumble in his chest, but the rather high-pitched laugh he claimed was so embarrassing, and Arthur would tell him time and time again that a noise didn’t define just how macho one could be.

They drank it anyway, though the milk was cold and the hot chocolate powder collected at the bottom. Alfred seemed to like it that way- and he could’ve full well just put on an act, but Arthur liked the act, so it didn’t matter.

He licked his lips free of milk, “I wonder what Santa got us this year.”

Alfred rolled his eyes, collecting Arthur’s cup to toss it into the kitchen sink. No doubt he’d leave it for Arthur to wash later on, but it was Christmas so Arthur decided not to bring up that argument.“Guess we better find out, Artie.”

He made his way to the tree and Arthur found himself biting back a smile. 

Two presents. Precisely two presents wrapped beneath, and It was just how he’d wanted it.

Alfred scooped one right into his hands and slid the other one in beside his mate, “This one’s for you, babe.”

He punctuated it with a wink and Arthur felt a knot in his gut. Arthur’s present was pale in comparison to the towering gift before him. He peeled at the paper gingerly, letting it crumple to the side before parting it, tearing it, almost, to reveal-

“A guitar!” Arthur gasped, letting his fingers smooth over the branded logo scrawled across the case. He didn’t dare open it, not yet, not now, not when what he’d gotten Alfred was so small.

Expensive, though, but small nevertheless.

“You like it?”

“Yes,” Arthur said with an affirmative grin, to which Alfred grinned as well, hands tearing at his own gift.

Arthur held his breath.

“An autographed, limited-edition Captain America comic book- babe!”

It seemed Alfred liked his as well.

A nice snog by the fireplace was in order Arthur thought, no, expected, even parted his lips for, but a loud shudder from outside had shut the mood right down. Alfred turned his head, a crease between his brows, almost longing.

“I wanted to take you ice-skating today, you know?”

“We can fill the tub and wait a while, we’d have all the ice we’d need,” Arthur said with a snort, to which Alfred shot him a glare.

“I wanted to make today perfect, Arthur, it’s-” Alfred paused, he sighed, watching as Arthur slid away from his grasp, “It’s not perfect.”

Arthur didn’t respond. He made his way to the kitchen, shuffling through the drawers, sighing out in puffs of condensed exhale in the cold, cold air. And then he came back, standing above a stupid Alfred who’d gone back to sulking as if he’d destroyed the idea of Christmas for the two of them. As if Arthur needed lights and bruising his arse on ice to make Christmas perfect.

“All I want for Christmas is a fire, food, preferably oxygen, and you.”

Alfred pouted, “A functioning tree and some mistletoe would’ve made it a hell of a lot better.”

Ah. That’s when Arthur let his lips quirk up in a slight smile, “The tree’s got ornaments, and we’ve got mistletoe-”

“No, we don’t. I was going to buy some with the party food.”

“Yes.” Arthur corrected, jutting out his arm, letting the sprig between his fingers hover over Alfred’s head, “We do.”

“That’s a basil leaf.”

“It’s mistletoe, pucker up.”

“That’s a basil leaf, and it’s kinda shriveled too.”

“Pucker up.” Arthur pressed with a quirk of his finger, beckoning for Alfred to join him on his feet. Alfred was hesitant to do so, but with a roll of his blue eyes, he eventually did.

“There’s nothing like a low-budget holiday decor.”

“Mistletoe means kiss.” Arthur let the leaf fall to the floor, wrapping his arms around Alfred’s neck. “Basil means tongue.”

He’d gotten his snog in the end, yes, but only after Alfred had laughed at him for a good five minutes. It was all good, Arthur had his revenge with a few choice bites here and there, and Alfred had retaliated with a pinch to his bum, to which Arthur practically hunted the idiot down when he ran, throwing pillows at every corner Alfred turned around the couch.

And since it was practically freezing inside, they’d agreed on a truce, huddling up beside the dying fire, wrapped in a single large blanket because Alfred had decided to sleep in his underwear last night and he was far too lazy to climb up and get himself a pair of pajama pants.

“Merry Christmas, Artie.” 

“Merry Christmas, yourself,” he replied, to a rather satisfied-looking Alfred. A real treat compared to his whining and grumbling from before. 

He let Alfred kiss his cheek, and kissed him right back. If that wasn’t the start of the best Christmas ever, Arthur didn’t know what was.

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Random study abroad memories

-dancing at the club on Rachael’s last night

-standing on the fort at Cahersiveen, looking at the world

-Flo saying he wanted to be the pope’s sugar daddy

-Morgan running into the construction sign in Rome

-getting duped into paying for a string bracelet

-singing in the car in Iceland

-photobombing that couple’s picture in the blue lagoon

-getting the police called for climbing on a photo booth

-that really funny politics class where Ms. McGarry then said I seemed jolly

-colorful buildings

-making an Irish friend, Susie, on the way home from Switzerland

-people speaking to me in Italian or French after I said buongiorno or merci

-being sassy with joe: saying I’ve never bought a house, saying I loved the view of the parking lot, but also answering his questions about America

-doing really well on the Irish oral

-Karol giving me the intermediate Irish book for free and saying I could email him with questions

-Karol seeing me on campus and going “delaney, good!” And me now knowing how to respond

-all the sex references in folklore with Shane (vulva, making butter, mashed potatoes, teenagers)

-just chilling in my bed, warm, with the rain outside, happy in the knowledge that I’m on my own here and I’m doing fine. That the panic attacks are coming but I keep doing things like they’re not even there. Knowing that I’ve traveled the world with friends I never thought I’d be able to make, but also by myself because I’m relentlessly confident and capable. Knowing that I made an initially terrifying place a home that will never leave my heart, and I learned to love everything about it. Knowing that maybe I fall in love with people I barely know, with places I’ll never see again, with moments and with feelings too easily, but it’s okay. This semester was the most exciting of my life, and it helped me grow so much. But every year just gets better, doesn’t it? It will hurt so much to leave, because you’ll miss having classes you legitimately enjoyed, you’ll miss Cork and its beauty and perfect size, you’ll miss the friends you made who became family - you took care of eachother and traveled together and made promises to write postcards and see eachother again someday, you’ll miss the teachers who were kind to you, you’ll miss your gorgeous school that felt more right than OSU, you’ll miss having an apartment of your own in IRELAND, you’ll miss feeling like you were doing something big (but that feeling will come again), you’ll miss feeling that every day is new and exciting (but if you try hard enough, you can do that at home, too), you’ll miss cheap flights to amazing and stunning new countries, you’ll miss Ireland’s beautiful scenery and the knowledge that your ancestors are near you, you’ll miss the burgers, you’ll miss the independence, but you won’t miss that weird meaty sewage smell that comes out sometimes?

-learning to cook pasta and salmon from Ane

-Sophia never changing the toilet paper roll

-hot water only between 6 and noon!

-paying so much for electricity

-putting up ghost lights and then tinsel

-the secret Santa, where you had Ane and Flo had you

-Halloween, where you were exhausted but you had fun putting on makeup with Flo and Rachael, then the amazing parade, then meeting up with everyone, doing your first tequila shot, arguing with a nazi

-being known as the short, young, independent, fearless one who’s not afraid to go alone

-FaceTiming rose, David, Rebekah, Carrie/Alison/Bailey/claire, callie, my family at thanksgiving

-the 8 or 9 hour time difference, depending on where I was, and having to wait til 2 or 3 to start talking to my friends and family at home

-really good salmon!

-st. Finnbarr’s cathedral, your favorite and the most gorgeous building in cork

-standing in the kitchen at any time of day, just gazing out the window at the rolling hills and trees in the distance, or the sprawling city, or the sky, or the trains flying by or creaking to a stop

-awful bus service!

-the peaceful 45 min walk to school every day

-that baffling final that started with a 25 min fire alarm

-watching the vagina show with Ane

-writing my columns and having them turn out so long because I learned so much from the people around me about their cultures and I had so much to say

-the aching sadness that presented around the halfway mark as I realized I’d have to leave this moment in time behind and that things would never be the same

-the amazement that I could’ve been so utterly terrified by the thought of this experience, that my conceptions were completely wrong - that id travel alone mostly and that I’d eat a lot more potatoes and that I’d be having panic attacks all the time

-the panic attacks were less than you expected, happily, but they did start waking you up for sleep, which didn’t happen before

-running around London with Ethan at night and spontaneously going on that spinny ride with the operators who were high on weed

-getting pizza with Morgan at sliced that one time where she just asked a random Irish person what their favorite place to get pizza was

-orchard thieves

-carlsberg is disgusting and Guinness - only mildly better

-making friends with adorable Ben

-covering my room in sticky notes to learn irish

-Sophia always asking what I’m cooking and me always having to answer either pasta or eggs

-chocolate muffin and Innocent juice from UCC cafeteria

-less than great and very personal memory: randomly getting obsessed with Ms. McGarry & her opinion of my and my academics because she’s everything I want to be when I grow up - kind, organized, in control, a strong woman in a position of power, handles questions amazingly, confident walk, gorgeous, nerdy, slightly awkward, impeccable style. But also, realizing that I’m a solid person in my own right and I don’t need her approval. But it still stinging anyway when I felt that she had liked me more at the beginning and less when she got to know me.

-everything about finding the grave. (See fb profile picture)

-arguing with the cab driver about trump

-learning it was pronounced Merchant’s Key and not Merchant’s Quay like it LOOKS

-going to the Christmas market with Ane, getting hot chocolate that was more chocolatey than in America, and then going on the Ferris wheel

-the slight feeling of omnipotency right after takeoff on a plane

-possibly having scabies

-possibly having a sinus infection

-enjoying those gorgeous bus rides through the Irish countryside and wishing they would never end

-that first weekend when you went to Kinsale and Charles Fort by yourself and everything was perfect and peaceful and you realized that everything was going to be okay

-drinking bad limoncello out of my bone mug in Rome

-the selfie stick in Rome

-playing never have I ever in dingle peninsula and not getting to put a single finger down the whole game

-losing my student ID twice, mike finding it the second time

-Morgan coming to hang out with me in the library and then as we’re leaving casually informing me that she’s tripping on acid

-doing so many readings for poverty in one day

-love. Scarf from rose, letter from Rebekah, embroidery from tianna. Then, letters from the Wongs, books from the Kools

-sending postcards and being surprised that it only took them two weeks to get home

-getting the cute €6 sweater from the sketchy open market in Rome and being afraid to watch it

-Morgan pantomiming penis in the word game

-the word game in general

-that first lunch with Emily that wasn’t even awkward

-talking with our friend, the old Irish man at the hostel in Cahersiveen

-biking all over Valentia island, painfully, and then kinda hitchhiking

-almost getting denied the flight to rome because we forgot the visa check

-me bailing on the trip to Edinburgh because my anxiety was too bad

-learning about the O’Sheas of West Kerry being connected to the selkies and the seals

-Prof. O’Machain going “Janey Mack!”

-Joe saying he had good news and bad news, but the bad news was he was gonna let us out an hour early and the good news was he brought sweets

-Anna making me put tea bags on my eyes when I had a cold in Galway

-eating rice pudding and having mulled wine and chugging fireball at Julie’s Christmas party

-making a cake for Sophia’s birthday that somehow turned out okay

-Hard Time Being Alive

-realizing that my cookies cooked so dang fast bc my recipe was in degrees Fahrenheit and the oven was in degrees Celsius

-hearing Sara tell Ane and Sophia that my chocolate chip cookies were the best she’d had, and, the cookies disappearing quickly

-honeycomb ice cream

-letting the soda bread get moldy that first week

-sleeping on the bare mattress the first day because I was too exhausted to get sheets

-wandering around the city searching for food and feeling half dead. Ending up with ice cream and salmon on toast

-going to Powell properties and barely being able to speak out of exhaustion and hunger

-the people smoking weed and the loud music outside the window

-having to ask my roommates to turn down the music

-expensive laundry (€6 total)

-Aaron from next door

-family dinners

-shopping being dangerous because €1 = $1.20

-pronouncing Euro as you-to, you’re grand, thanks a million, that’s craic, you’re very welcome to...., ...like, ...anyway

-rationing my Brooklyn 99 episodes to get me through the first couple of months

-Blarney Castle, where I first joined the group

-Ane telling me that while in Scotland, they talked about how I would’ve been climbing all over everything