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whatcouldgowrong-ohthat · 4 years ago

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Andie Barnes

“First” Date - Age 15

Summary: Andie has a real date. Let’s see what Bucky and Y/N think.

Word Count: 1888 words

Warnings: protective parents, Andie learning where she falls with her sexuality

Special Appearances: Forge and Jubilee

Andie was back for Christmas and their home was brimming with excitement. Though they knew Xavier’s was the best fit for Andie, having her home really meant a lot. To all of them.

“Higher up on that side, Rainbow.” Bucky grinned, gesturing to her side of the lights. “Your mom hates when they’re uneven.”

Andie groaned, trying to get as high on her toes as possible. “I know, but I’m short,” she whined. Throwing her head back, she knocked her long locks out of her face. Her fingers brushed the hook before, finally, she got the lights around it. The icicle lights hung around the edge, flickering against the real thing. New York meant snow and icicles, but that didn’t stop Y/N from insisting they decorate the balcony.

Andie dropped onto the heels of her feet, flushed cheeks and tinted nose showing the cold was getting the best of her. “When are we decorating the tree?” She looked at Bucky, laughing at his Rudolph-red nose. “I thought you were the Winter Soldier!”

“Shut up.” Bucky laughed. The two went inside and yanked off gloves before Bucky was bumping up the heater. “How does hot chocolate sound?”

“Do you even have to ask?” She took off her beanie before blowing air into her hands, trying to get some warmth back into them. “Oh! Can you make cinnamon pancakes?”

“Sure thing. Y/N should be back in a bit and then we can get to work on decorating the tree. How about you get some of the ornaments unpacked, huh?”

She was already moving to the boxes, rainbows and diamonds flickering over her skin with excitement. They fell into a rhythm so quick. It was different from their first Christmas together. No more awkwardness and worrying about anyone being uncomfortable. It was perfect.

Well, messy for sure. But definitely perfect.

“What are you getting your mom for Christmas?”

“I could ask you the exact same thing, Old man!”

Bucky snorted, already mixing up the ingredients for pancakes as the Keurig started making hot cocoa. “Fine. Keep your secrets.”

Andie hesitated at that. She straightened, picking up one of her childhood ornaments and twisting it between her fingers. “Actually…speaking of secrets…”

Bucky looked up, raising a brow and pointing the spoon at her. “No. Secrets are done as a family. You know that.”

Andie pouted, walking up to the bar and planting her arms on it. She batted her lashes and Bucky scoffed.

He looked back at the bowl, shaking his head. “No, not going to work this time.”

“Please?”

Bucky huffed, setting the spoon down. He braced his hands on the counter and levelled her with a look. “I fought in World War 2 and was an elite assassin for years. Do you really think the puppy dog eyes are going to work?”

Andie rest her chin on the bar, wide eyes shining with multiple colors that could only come from those crazy powers of hers. “Pwetty please? For your little Rainbow?”

Damn it.

Y/N opened the door, bumping her hip against it to get it closed as she shuffled the bags in her arms. “I’m home!” She looked around, surprised by the empty apartment. “Hello? Where did you guys go?” She set a couple bags on the counter, tucking one into the closet to wrap for future Christmas presents.

“Y/N!”

She jumped, looking up as Bucky frantically walked into the living room. He was clammy, pacing – eyes wild. “Whoa, who’s haunting your ass,” she teased, grabbing his arms as Bucky bounced from one foot to the other. He looked terrified.

A weird look for someone in his profession.

“Babe. Sweetheart, what’s going on?” She squeezed his arms, interlacing their fingers and kissing his cheek.

“She – Andie – I…” Bucky closed his eyes, forcing himself to take a breath. “Andie…told me something.”

Y/N shrugged. “Okay. And?”

Bucky gulped. “Date. She wants to go on a date.”

Y/N laughed. “Is that all?” Grabbing the bags off the counter, she started unpacking them one by one. “She’s fifteen. This is not her first date.”

“Wait, what?”

“Buck. You have to know that.” She turned to face him, offering a reassuring smile as he moved to stand in front of her. He pressed his forehead against hers as she lightly traced the inside of his flesh wrist. “Look at it this way. She lives upstate surrounded by a bunch of kids her age. They’re all mutants. I would have thought she’d start dating up there a lot sooner. That’s why I had the sex talk with her!”

“AH!” Bucky grimaced, covering his ears as Y/N rolled her eyes.

“You are such a baby. Stop that.” She pulled his arms down. “Andie had no interest in having sex, but I wasn’t going to risk her being uninformed. I’m a labor and delivery nurse for crying out loud.”

Still unable to hide his disgust at the idea of Andie doing that, Bucky shoved his hands in his pockets. “I still remember when she was just a kid terrorizing the Avengers and making us think she was lost in the compound.”

“And I remember when she took her first steps. Buck.” She smiled, loving that he was being such a protective parent. “I love how concerned you are about this, but trust me. Andie wants us to be involved. She wants to know what’s good and bad in all of this. I’m not going to force restrictions on her when she’s being so honest about it. It’s not right.”

Bucky sighed. He knew she was right. But still…the idea of some teenage boy trying to take advantage of that sweet girl? No. Bucky wasn’t going to allow that. He might not be Hydra’s greatest asset anymore, but he was still the Winter Soldier.

The three were in the middle of hanging ornaments when the buzzer sounded. Andie bit her lip, noticing the way Bucky and Y/N looked at one another as she went to the door. They all knew who it was.

Andie’s date.

It only took a couple minutes before there was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” Y/N told them. “And you be nice.” She gave a pointed look at Bucky who simply raised his hands, trying to remain innocent. She opened the door, voice loud enough for Bucky and Andie to hear introductions. “Well, we’re all in here.” She opened the door wider.

“Hey, Forge!”

Andie smiled, all teeth and sparkly eyes as she tackled Forge in a hug. It was then Bucky heard it. A similar whirring that often came from his arm. Instead, it came from Forge’s leg.

Fuck.

Bucky smiled as Forge set his little Rainbow down and looked to him. He held out his hand. “Hey. I’m one of Andie’s classmates.”

Bucky sighed softly. He looked from Forge to Y/N and knew he had to play nice. The kid was being respectful. “Bucky.” He shook Forge’s hand, the gears in his metal arm earning an excited grin from the kid. “But you can call me ‘James’.”

The smile fell.

“Forge is a mutant too,” Andie told him.

“Uh, yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, shrugging slightly. “I can create any machine I can imagine. Have it working too.”

Bucky was impressed. When Andie liked a guy, she liked a capable one. “Sound like the new Tony Stark.”

Forge’s face contorted as he shook his head. “Weapons of mass destruction in hands of baby billionaires aren’t exactly my…dream.”

Bucky hadn’t realized his jaw had dropped until he heard Y/N snort. He closed his mouth. The last thing he had expected was…well, that. “So what do you two have planned?”

“Um…” Andie and Forge looked like they had been asked what the answer was to world peace. “We were going to play it by ear actually.”

Bucky frowned. On the fly? Really? That didn’t sound good enough for Andie.

Before he had a chance to comment, Y/N was guiding them to the door. “Andie can send me a text when you two figure it out. Just make sure she’s back by eleven.”

“Alright, mom.” Andie spun around, giving her a quick hug before the two were out the door.

Y/N closed it, slumping against the door. “Let the poor girl be a teenager! And that’s coming from me. You know? The one who always worries?”

Bucky sighed, taking slow strides. She was practically pinned between him and the door when a certain glint flickered in his eyes.

Y/N knew that look. “Oh no. You were about to try and make that poor boy shit his pants and now – “

Bucky laughed, nuzzling her neck and placing light kisses along her exposed skin. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Really. Let me make it up to you.”

Y/N laughed. “Make it up to me, huh?” She nudged his head up, nose brushing his before she kissed him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, tugging him closer. “Fine,” she mumbled against his lips. Bucky groaned, pushing her against the door. “You have until eleven.”

Bucky grinned, nipping at her lip as his hand trailed up her back. “I think I can work with that.”

Meanwhile, Andie and Forge made their way downstairs. While there was a friendliness between the two, that was it. Just friends. “You’re going to have to tell them someday, Andie. They seem like they would be really understanding.”

Andie nodded. “I know. I really do. But…what if this date is just…guessing? What if it’s completely wrong and I’m totally straight?”

“Says the walking, talking rainbow,” Forge teased, nudging her arm with his.

“Shut up, Doodad. I’m learning.” She shoved her hands in her pockets. “Right now, this is figuring out what I feel. Then…well, when I know, they’ll know.”

Forge sighed. He leaned against the door, pushing it open for her. “I still think you should go ahead and tell them.”

“Yeah, because it totally makes sense to say, “Hey, Mom? Dad? I know I’ve put you guys through hell already what with being a mutant and getting the sperm-doner ex to basically attempt to murder us, but I might also be a lesbian. Oh! And the guy you two met? He’s basically the buffer for me and the girl I like because I don’t know what the fuck I’m actually feeling.”” Andie looked at Forge. “Am I leaving anything out?” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just – It’s a lot, Doodad.”

“I know.” Forge looped his arm around her shoulders, squeezing her and ruffling her hair. “We’ll figure it out. And if you need people in your corner, we’ll be there for you. We’re your family, Andie.”

Andie smiled. Up ahead, she could already see the spiked black hair and yellow jacket that always made her heart skip a beat.

Okay…maybe it was already a little more than a crush.

“Fuck,” Andie whispered. “It’s definitely more than a crush.”

Forge nodded. “Yup. But that’s okay. One day at a time, right?”

Andie sighed softly. “Right. A day at a time. And one of those days…I have to tell my parents.”

Forge grimaced, but it was quickly whipped away as Jubilee waved their way. “Yeah, probably. But that’s another day. Right now, it’s time to show her a good time.”

Andie whimpered. Oh, she was so screwed.

#andie barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #us and andie #bucky fic #marvel fic #marvel au #bucky barnes au

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apr1cots · 5 years ago

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(much less) sadboy sirius, pt 3

Remus couldn't put down the book he was reading, completely engrossed in the story when something roughly slammed into his thigh. Well, someone… Sirius had landed on the couch with his head on Remus’ lap, after bolting through the common room at the speed of the Hogwart’s express. Remus managed to completely ignore him, focusing intently on not looking up from the page he was reading. Sirius didn't appreciate this, nudging into Remus’ hip insistently. It wasn't until he solidly, but gently, bit into Remus’ hipbone that Remus started to pay attention.

“Ow! What the hell, Sirius,” he grumbled.

Sirius immediately withdrew, his eyes widening. Remus hadn't called him Padfoot. “I’m sorry, Rem, did that actually hurt?” It hadn’t, Sirius had adopted many doggy senses in his time as Padfoot, and while Remus would never, ever admit it, he loved when Sirius bit him lightly. It was an unconscious effort to mark his territory and express his love. It established trust.

Mostly it was just hot.

But, he had interrupted, so Remus just humphed impatiently and turned back to his book.

More lightly this time, but still territorially, Sirius began to bite from Remus’ hipbone, up his side, tapping intermittently with his nose. Without thinking about it, Remus found his hand in Sirius’ mane. He was met with a growl of approval. “Stop acting like a dog,” Remus insisted, not sparing Sirius a glance.

“C’mon Moons, we’re the only ones in hereeeee” Sirius whined. Remus glanced up to affirm this, but he wasn't ready to let Sirius win, even if it meant ignoring the awful, delightful swooping sensation in his stomach. So, he continued reading. Then, without warning, Sirius transformed into Padfoot right there on the couch.

“Sirius!” Remus hissed, dropping his book this time. “We are in the COMMON ROOM! TRANSFORM BACK IMMEDIATELY… anyone could see you!” He lowered his voice to a whisper, terrified to attract attention. (As though the empty common room would be anymore shocked to hear him yell than to see a giant black dog sniffing the prefect.)

Padfoot nudged under Remus’ recently freed hands, begging for physical affection. Remus miraculously resisted, instead grabbing hold of the hair atop Padfoot’s head rather tightly.

“No. You've been a bad dog,” he said shortly. Unfortunately, his words had the opposite of the desired affect, and Padfoot jerked to attention, his ears perking with interest. Remus rolled his eyes. This was hopeless. “Alright, alright, you win. Come back and we can snog” he grumbled, attempting annoyance, but barely biting back a grin.

Padfoot let out a happy bark, and seconds later a very smug Sirius sat next to Remus on the couch. Without any words he cupped both sides of Remus’ jaw with his large, solid hands and leaned in to kiss him. Remus couldn't resist threading his fingers through Sirius hair, which was remarkably similar to Padfoot’s black mangy fur.

When Sirius finally pulled away he pressed his forehead to Remus’, breathing him in with lowered lashes.

Remus felt his breath catch and started to speak before he could stop himself. “Sirius, I have to tell you. I think I l-“ “No!” Sirius cut him off harshly, but didn't break their intimate position.

“But I… it’s been” Remus started to try to explain, but Sirius interrupted him again.

“No, Moon, it’s not that. I just…” this time he did pull away, establishing eye contact. But he quickly blushed and looked down. “It’s just that I have a plan… an image in my head. I know that doesn't sound like me, but I… it’s not that I want to wait, because I know… and I mean, me too,” he grinned then, glancing up at Remus cheekily, “but I… I want it to be perfect. Okay?” He breathed it all out like a weight off his shoulders.

“Actually Pads, I know you very, very well and that sounds exactly like you. No matter how spontaneous you pretend to be.”

And just like that, they were snogging again in the common room.

***

A week later, Remus had almost confessed his feelings to his boyfriend 37 times. Once while watching him stuff as many pancakes into his mouth as possible and then cry from the effort of not laughing at James’ jokes, once when he fell asleep with his head in Remus’ lap when they were supposed to be doing homework, once when Sirius found his hand under the table at dinner and just squeezed it as tight as possible without missing a beat in his conversation with James, and most intensely when one night, long after the lights had been turned out, Sirius had shaken him awake just to cradle his head and kiss him until he couldn't breath, before returning to his bunk to avoid outing them. It hadn't even been overtly sexual, just an expression of Sirius’ passion that had left Remus with a swirling head and admittedly a bit of a hard on.

But now, Remus stood in front of the castle under the invisibility cloak, per Sirius’ instructions. It was freezing cold and his sweater felt a little too threadbare to make up for it. It was dark enough that no one would be able to see the footsteps appearing beneath him in the snow and he was sure Sirius was disguised as Padfoot. He hated that Sirius put his life on the line wandering around as a giant black dog where anyone could see, and he was currently building up a rather convincing argument as to why it was time for him to interfere when he felt a large black nose sniffing around his feet.

“Hey, hey I'm here” he whispered, failing to keep the affection out of his voice and daring to slip a hand out of the cloak to scratch Padfood on the head.

Padfoot whined his approval and then turned abruptly to trot down the sloping, white hill.

“Hey!” Remus hissed, “I’m not running to keep up with you.” Padfoot barked at him, nothing if not indignant and continued at his quick pace.

Once he was certain Padfoot wasn't watching, Remus hurried along behind him, faster than he would for anyone else.

As they approached the greenhouses, Padfoot took off at a run, disappearing behind Greenhouse 5, leaving Remus to only wonder what he was up to, but by the time he turned the corner, Sirius was standing in front of the door, hair disheveled, wrapped in his favorite leather jacket, wringing his hands in front of him. When Remus pulled the cloak off, he didn't have time to say anything before Sirius pulled him in by the elbow and kissed him square on the mouth. He radiated warmth from running around and smelled absolutely delectable. A dark musk mixed with a sharp cinnamon and the faintest sweet floral scent that made Remus want to growl.

“Ready?” Sirius whispered. “For what?”

Sirius only grinned and turned behind him to open the greenhouse door. It was pitch black until Sirius just waved his wand casually and everything changed. Remus knew that he attended a literal school of witchcraft and wizardry, and was a literal mythical creature, but he had never felt magic touch his heart in quite the same way as in this moment.

Little fairies bobbed around the whole place and hid in the lush greenery all around. Tiny silver bells glittered in the plants and chimed melodically in perfect but toneless harmonies. Mistletoe hung in various places around the room, tied up with thick red ribbon that Sirius seemed to be particularly proud of. Magic snow, much like what often donned the Great Hall fell from the ceiling, but disappeared before it ever hit them or the ground. The scent of pine and Christmas and cookies permeated the air. A magical fire roared in a floating dome above a mess of blankets and pillows in one corner of the greenhouse where a tray of steaming hot chocolate and biscuits lay on fancy-looking china. But, the most magical of all, Sirius stood beaming next to Remus, shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet, barely containing his excitement as he took in Remus’ reaction.

Remus turned to him with his throat starting to close, barely being able to breathe and a moment of uncertainty flickered on Sirius’ face. “Is this okay? Is it not enough? I can… I can try again!! I can try harder. I have other ideas too I was-”

“Hey. Sirius no… this… this is perfect. I don't even know what to say… how did you-” “That’s not important. And I’m glad you think that because this was my best idea of all and I don't know if I could've actually done any better. I just wanted it to be perfect for you because-”

Remus couldn't stop himself from stopping Sirius with a frantic, desperate kiss that expressed everything, but nothing close to enough, all at the same time.

Sirius pulled away and this time he was truly breathless. “Rem, I really can’t wait anymore. I have to tell you. I love you. I’m in love with you. It feels like I’ve been in love with you since the moment I first saw you, and from the moment my soul came into existence, and the moment the world was created, and from this moment for the first time all at once. When I see the stars I think of you. I think of how bright you shine and how proud you make me. When I see tea I think of you. When I see any book I think of you. When I look in the fucking mirror I think of you and of how everything I’m seeing is all yours. Every part of me is yours. The tips of my fingers itch for you whenever we aren't touching. And everything else down to the tips of my toes was created to be one half of a whole and only you can complete me. I couldn't begin to face whatever’s next if you weren't in it. You are every memory that matters and every future I could begin to imagine. You are everything, Moony. You are everything… I never ever want to be apart from you. I want you in every Christmas cookie and tree-decorating and every exciting end of a novel and every summer swim in a lake and everything. I don’t want to live another day without you. It scares the absolute shit out of me that we only have a year and half left here and I know I can’t expect everything to stay the same with James and Pete- they have their own lives to live, but Moons, I want things to stay the same with you. I know I shouldn't be saying this. We haven't been together long and we are really so young, but I know that I will never in a million years be able to feel this much for any other soul. My whole heart is in your hands and it’s your choice what you do with it. I’m sorry if it’s too soon for you, but every time I look at you I’m bursting to tell you. I love you, Remus Lupin and there’s no going back for me.”

“Sirius. Fuck. I love you, too. Of course I do. I’ve loved you my whole life and after last year I fell in so deep and there’s no going back for me either. I didn't have this all scripted out like I know you did-” he didn't allow Sirius to interject when he made a wounded sound, but continued on, “I know you wrote this out a million times in order to woo me and I don't give a fuck it doesn't make it mean any less, so don't protest. I love that about you, you know that Sirius, and I want a future with you a hundred times over. Really, truly, I do. I want you in every possible way. And what you said about your heart, you have mine too. You've had it for an embarrassingly long time and there's no taking it back now. It’s yours, Pads”

#woflstar #wolfstar fic #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #mauraders #hp fic #loveee #confessions #my heart

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bnha-mha-imagines · 5 years ago

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12 Days of Christmas! 2019 Special

Inasa x Reader

Prompt: Snowball Fight

Word Count: 1128

Warnings: None

I’m sooooo behind ahahaha

In the time you’ve known Inasa, you’ve come to see how passionate and vigorous he is. These traits were always beneficial for him as an upcoming hero, and his enthusiasm was one to admire. His own attitude often inspired those around him, and he was a great motivation! But, his abundance in energy did come at a cost. He could at times become rather competitive, his zeal becoming a little excessive. You still remember the last time Inasa played Uno; it was catalytic.

With that in mind, maybe you should have reconsidered your actions. You’d been walking with Inasa on campus, talking about how you’d done on your last exams. He was walking a few paces ahead of you, going on about some math test he didn’t think he did too well on. With him distracted, it was all too easy and all too tempting to not do what you were about to do. His back turned, you reach down to scoop up a handful of snow; and, forming it into a lopsided ball, you drew your elbow back and hurled it straight into his back.

The snowball had exploded on impact, but there were still several bits that clung to the fabric of his coat. Inasa’s entire body was frozen, and his loud voice had sharply cut off. Your giggling quickly filled the silence, your hands on your knees. You watched as Inasa’s head turned, eyes staring at you with a strange look in them. He quirked an eyebrow, a mischievous smile starting to pull at his lips. “Oh?” he asked. “You did not just do that.”

“Hmm,” you hummed, your feigned innocence betrayed by your shit eating grin. “I don’t know what your talking about, Inasa.” Despite your words, you were already bending down again to scoop up another handful of snow.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Inasa quickly made a dive for some snow, grabbing a solid armful of it. By the time he had stood back up to form his massive snowball, yours had already found its place on his face. Similarly to a dog, Inasa shook the snow from his head, ignoring your laughter. Not at all put off, he patted his snowball into a spherical shape, lifting it above his head.

Your eyes widen, finally recognizing the trouble you were in. “No, wait!” you cried, quickly running to duck behind a tree. Luckily for you, Inasa’s ball of white, snowy death only managed to hit the side of the tree, so you only had to brave the breakaway pieces. Reaching down, you quickly form a haphazard snowball, peeking around the tree to throw it his way.

To your amazement and horror, Inasa managed to catch your attack and whip in back your way in one circular motion, nailing you right in the shoulder. With a yelp, you duck back around the tree, using its trunk as your primary defense. “You can’t hide from the storm that’s coming, (Y/n),” Inasa declared loudly, a hearty laugh escaping him.

Not wanting to see what he had planned, you decided to run for it. If you could beat him back to the dorms, you could escape whatever snowy hell he was about to unleash. Slowly at first, the wind began to pick up, and you took this as your cue to make a break for it. Without even looking to see what he was doing, you darted out from the side of the tree.

The wind grew at an exponential rate, tugging on your hair and your coat. You watched in alarm as the top layers of snow on the ground were swept up by the wind, and finally craning your neck back, you see the monster Inasa had created. With his arms raised, Inasa had birthed a snowy tornado that, despite his own impressive height, towered over him.

The most frightening part of the whole ordeal, however, wasn’t the whirlwind of ice about to be hurled at you. No, what really installed the fear in you was the grin that was painted all over Inasa’s face. It was bright and determined, and you knew he wasn’t going to relent until he secured victory. With a falling feeling in your gut, you knew then and there that you had made a dire mistake in challenging him to a snowball fight.

You knew you couldn’t out run the twister, but you couldn’t help but struggle through the snow-covered grass in an attempt to escape your inevitable fate. Inasa’s laugh hit your ears, carried by the wind as it buffeted your back. You could feel the chill approaching you at a terrifying speed, and you panicked as you felt your feet lift from the ground slightly.

With a scream, you were hit by what must have been dozens of snowballs all at once, and you tripped face first into a snowbank. Within seconds, you were covered in a freezing blanket of snow, utterly demolished.

As you lay buried, you held your breath, unable to bring yourself to get up. You knew you were beat, and so you graced yourself with those still, peaceful moments under the snow bank. The soft, muffled crunch of footsteps in the snow approached you, and soon you felt Inasa digging you out. He was laughing loudly, helping you up.

Your face was red from the cold, and he reached a hand toward you to brush out the snow from your hair. “Well?” he asked, amusement dripping from his words. “Who won?” Crossing your arms, you try to pout, but you couldn’t help it as the corners of your mouth lifted up.

“I don’t know, I think it was a pretty even tie,” you teased. Unsatisfied, Inasa let out an outcry, grabbing you around the waist and taking you down with him into the snow bank. You laughed as you both fell into the cold pile, by now the two of you drenched and chilly. “Inasa!” you cried, giggles erupting.

“You started it,” Inasa grinned, eyes fluttering as you blow a few stray snowflakes at him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever dork, now I’m cold because of you!” You sit up, placing a hand on his chest to push him back down when he tries to as well.

“Aww, guess we’ll have to fix that, huh?” he laughed, making another attempt to sit up. This time you allow him to, reaching a hand down to help pull him to his feet. “I have some hot chocolate mix back at my dorm,” he smiled.

“Hmm...you’ve won me over,” you return the smile, giving his hand an affectionate squeeze.

This earned you a sweet kiss on the lips, and you felt a bit of the warmth return to your cheeks. “I always do~”

#inasa x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Yoarashi Inasa #christmas event 2019 #twelve days of christmas #twelve days of ficmas #bnha imagines #mha imagines #snowball fight #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #fanfiction

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #287

“keep him tied - it makes him well / he’s getting better, can’t you tell?”

What are you favorite things to watch on YouTube? I like a pretty big variety now. I’d say I’ve been mostly into pet YouTubers lately, especially reptile ones. Oh, and WoW stuff. Can you pick out any constellations in the sky without looking them up online? Besides the Little or Big Dipper (idk which is which), nope. Are you religious? If so, what influenced you to start believing God? If you’re not religious, what convinces you there is no God? I wouldn’t call myself religious, no. I do believe there’s some kind of ultimate power, but hell if I know what it is, and I don’t actually worship it. I don’t believe any “good” god would demand kissing its feet in order for you to end at peace, among a billion other reasons. I believe there is something though because the odds of life and everything is just… too perfect. Plus I believe in the paranormal, so to me, there is obviously something beyond the mortal form. Is there any animal out there that genuinely terrifies you? Is this an animal you’re worried about coming across in daily life? I am terrified of ticks and parasites in general. They’re fucking disgusting. Maggots will also make me scream. Oh, and then there’s whale sharks. In my daily life, I wouldn’t say there’s any that I actively worry about crossing paths with. When was the last time you wore make-up? Around Halloween when Summer, me, and another of her friends did a witch-themed photoshoot. It really fucking sucks that it was so dark by the time we were done that the pictures came out absolutely awful. You can’t see shit, and of course on camera, I look absolutely awful. Have you ever worn colored contacts? No, but I’m totally not opposed for a cool photoshoot. Have you seen any of the Disney re-makes (eg. Aladdin or The Lion King)? What do you think of them? I’ve seen a good number, and I really like them. I think The Jungle Book remake was the best of them. How long did it take you to pass your driving test once you started learning how to drive? Ha, I still haven’t tried. When was the last time you went out for a formal occasion or event? Do you remember what you wore? Uhhhh… I have zero clue. Well, does my last job interview count? I just wore black sweatpants and some kind of formal top. How often do you have the TV on? is it more background noise or are you actually watching things? Y’all know by now that I don’t watch TV. Do you like any songs by Elvis Presley? Well of course. “Devil In Disguise” is my favorite. Do you ever answer the phone to unknown numbers? Nope. Do you eat anything special for breakfast on Christmas Day? Nah. When you go to theme parks, what’s your favorite type of ride? I haven’t been to a theme park in beyond forever, so idk. Are you afraid of falling in love? Ohhhhh yes. Expecting something to change in the next month? No. e_e What is your biggest worry in life right now? That Mom’s cancer will come back. Well, it IS going to eventually flare somewhere else, but no one can estimate when. Could be tomorrow. Could be years. Do you give up easily? It depends. With a lot of things, honestly, yes, because I get upset with my incompetence. What are you listening to? "Going To Hell" by The Pretty Reckless just came on. Is anything bothering you right now? Always. Were you ever made fun of? Yes. Are you currently jealous? I’ve been having episodes of it. Do you find piercings attractive on the opposite sex? I find them attractive on almost all people. Who was the last person you yelled at? I don’t know. Probably Mom. What do you say a lot? “Mood,” “lmao,” “can’t relate,” “same,” “oof,” “yikes,” shit like that, haha. What is your favorite place you have traveled? Chicago. Do you like ice cream? Yeah, that’s my comfort food. Do you like bananas? Yeah, but I don’t dare to eat one if I haven’t had my heartburn medication, because otherwise I get it BADLY. Do you like Paramore? A handful of their songs, yeah. I don’t know a lot though, honestly. Do you plan on getting married? It’d be nice. Ever been given a promise ring? No. Sexual orientation? Bi. Who do you text the most? Definitely Sara. Do you still talk to the person who hurt you most in life? Why or why not? No, because he wants nothing to do with me. I don’t blame him. Have you ever given your number to a complete stranger? Um, no. Well, besides in like, job applications. What color is your keyboard? Black. Your mouse? Mostly black, but it does have this crackled pattern that can glow blue or red. Desktop or laptop? I prefer laptops for mobility’s sake. Do you like sweet tea? I hate tea. How much sugar do you put in your tea? ^ Have you ever called someone useless? Wow, no. Do you have a wood or glass dining room table? Wood. Do you tend to get attached easily? HOLY GOD OF FUCK, YES. Is Joe Jonas really hotter than Nick? I haven’t seen either in god knows how long, but I remember I thought Nick was very cute. Favorite flavor pudding? Chocolate is the only kind I’ve enjoyed. Not that I’ve tried a lot. What are three words used in your area/dialect that many other areas/dialects wouldn't be familiar with? Oh, there are most certainly some, but I can’t think of any right now. How do you feel when your partner is talking to an ex? This would depend on a lot of things. What is the most expensive gift you have ever given? Received? Given, I’m really unsure. I answer enough questions sharing that I don’t have my own source of income, so a lot of times, my mom lets me use her money, but there is obviously a ceiling to how much I can use. Received, definitely my Sager laptop Jason got me one year. Do children like you? I’m always surprised that kids seem to… I don’t know how the hell to interact with kids, but parents tend to tell me that they do like me. If you found your child's diary would you read it? What if you found the diary of one of your parents? Hell no would I read that shit. Both deserve privacy. Have you ever stalked or killed a wild animal? Fuck no. Name something you are now prepared to reveal about yourself that you weren't ready to talk about in the past? The state of my virginity. Name a talent someone has of which you are jealous: I am soooo envious of talented and actually successful photographers. What would you most likely complain about in a hotel? Probably if the bed sheets seemed dirty. Is it possible to be in love with more than one person at the same time? Probably. I’m monogamous though, so I really can’t say because I haven’t experienced this. Do you often feel pressured by others? Society, yes. Should couples live together before marriage? I feel that it’s the better decision, yes. You may not blend well actually sharing the same house. You learn things about your partner. How would you feel attending the wedding of an ex? It would depend on the person. Girt or Sara? I would love to. As a matter of fact, I better be invited lmao. Jason? I couldn’t in ten trillion years. Fiction or nonfiction. I strongly prefer fiction. Can you can lie with a straight face? Yes, if it’s something little. Name three things you have experienced that would shock your parents: Probably just sexual stuff. Do you believe in using the silent treatment? No. I’ve sure done it before, but I’d like to think I’ve grown out of this. Communication is where it’s at. Your most embarrassing thought: *shrug* Your most prejudiced thought: I don’t know. I don’t think I’m very prejudiced. A shameful moment for you: The situation w/ Joel. The biggest gamble of your life: Deciding to drop out of college the last time. Who knows if that was a good choice or not… It’s too early to tell. What is your greatest weakness as a friend? Idk off the top of my head, but I’m sure there’s something. Do you feel better when you have a tan? Nah, I like being pale. I did go through a period in HS of using tanning lotion on my legs though because I was self-conscious of JUST how pale they were. Do you sometimes enjoy being mean? ”I don’t think so. Maybe like... in certain contexts. Like being mean in video games can be really fun sometimes, haha. And being a little mean in a kink setting can be fun too.” <<<< This. Are you high maintenance? Definitely not. Has anybody ever told you that you’re too young to be in love? I think my dad has, just indirectly. Did you learn anything from the last BIG mistake you made? Yes. Do you have a favorite brand of shoes? Yeah, Converse. Do you like rollercoasters with big drops? I’m afraid of rollercoasters so have never been on one. Do you have any inside jokes with your parents? Not really. Have you ever thrown a surprise party for somebody? I don’t think so? Do you know who your mom’s favorite singer is? Oh, she’s totally obsessed with James Hetfield/Metallica. What year were you born in? 1996. What is your favorite card game? Magic: The Gathering, even though I was never great at it or totally understood all the rules. I just adore the artwork, and I like the detailed tactics behind it. Have you ever tried to surf? Nah. Do you want to learn? Nah. Have you ever had a song dedicated to you? What was it? Let’s not with this. What color eyes does your best friend have? Brown. Have you ever been on a blind date? Nah. Which one of your family members do you wish you could see more often? My brother and his son. I got really close to my nephew the last time they visited for a few days. What room in your house is the messiest? Right now, the extra bedroom that I want to make my dayroom. A lot of our “extra” stuff is just shoved into there. Have you ever requested a song on the radio? No. Are you proud of your parents? Yes. Have you ever (accidentally or not) set off a car alarm? I think I accidentally have before. Do you have dimples when you smile? Yes, way more prominently on my left cheek though. Do you find graveyards scary? No. They’re peaceful to me. Have you ever carved anything into a tree? I don’t think so. Do you read those celebrity gossip magazines? Ew, no. Celebs deserve privacy. Do you give or get advice more often? Well considering I’m in therapy, probably get. Did the last type of shoes you wore have laces? No. Do you like the picture on your license/I.D. card? FUCK no. When was the last time somebody hit on you? Idr. Which one of your friends do you feel most comfortable around? Sara. What’s your favorite Thanksgiving food? Just pass me the rolls lmao. Who did you last spoon with? My cat lmao. What was the last video game you played? I don’t recall the last console game I played, so does World of Warcraft count, even tho it’s a computer game? When you’re in trouble, do your parents ever “middle name” you? Ha, my mom will sometimes. Does getting sweaty or dirty bother you at all? If so, has it ever put you off doing exercise? Very much so. I suffer (and I DO mean “suffer”) from insane hyperhidrosis, so I sweat my ass off if I so much as twitch, if even that. I just hate feeling gross. Have you ever thought about how you want to spend your retirement? No, honestly. It’s hard for me to imagine even *getting* to retirement. Would you describe yourself as healthy? Why or why not? No. I’m physically and even more mentally not okay. Do you miss anything about being a teenager? If you are a teenager, what’s your favorite thing about it? Yeah, some things. Though I really don’t even want to think about it. I look back on me being a teen with both wistfulness as well as bitterness. I don’t know which is stronger.

#survey #surveys #quiz #questions #questionnaire #lyrics: ''welcome home (sanitarium)'' by metallica

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elf-ish wishes 🎄

christmas fic | jungkook x jimin | 7k words

❄ jikook 2018 secret santa fic for @lonely-k-me with original prompt by @muchbetterbts!!! ❄

It’s the night before Christmas and Jungkook works as a barista at coffee shop in the mall. He’s gotten used to the hectic nature of Christmas, and doesn’t believe anything should fall out of routine this year...

That is, until a Christmas miracle literally falls into his arms...

It was that time of the year again, often dubbed the most wonderful of them all. Filled with the restless hope of gentle white snowfall along with the brightest festivities, often decorated with tinsel and fairy lights. One could practically hear the sleigh bells twinkling in his or her ears at every waking moment. The red and green, the fragrant pine trees, the charming hollies, the glimmers of Christmas lights, the mention of mistletoes and winter romance--somehow it always contributed to that strange hopeful feeling welling up in the chest whenever this time came around.

Of course, certain people couldn’t care less for the Holiday Seasons, pushing it off as some marketing scheme set by the capitalist nature of society or whatever else. And miraculously, somehow Jeon Jungkook wasn’t one of those people. Though he was rather apathetic to most holidays in general, there was just something about Christmas.

And so, as he fastened the apron around his waist and got up from his seat (having finished his last break for the night), he took a deep whiff of the atmosphere that was pleasantly smelling of peppermint, mocha and espresso. Sure, they caked everything in too much tacky red and green and put out the Christmas displays way too early, plus the holiday jams become awfully overplayed by the end of it all, but it was still undeniable that a coffee shop was still one of the best places to be during the holiday season. Especially when he was able to take a position behind the espresso bar as a barista himself.

It was always a pleasant experience to make drinks, especially when someone like Jungkook liked to put his heart into in. Meticulously, Jungkook steamed the milk to its optimal temperature, making sure to leave the perfect amount of foam. He queued the espresso shots before rapidly pumping the mocha and peppermint syrups into the cup, allowing the air to be filled with the aroma of holiday coffee. When that was finished, he poured the milk carefully into the cup, making sure to leave that layer of dense foam on top. After dressing the cup with a swirl of whipped cream, dark chocolate curls and mocha drizzle, he passed the drink to the front and commenced with the next one.

Their coffee shop was located in a mall, and while it was bustling in the day, it quieted down a lot in the evening. Which meant that they could do their pre-close activities. And when it was three adept workers, they tended to get their work done early enough so they could goof off later on. Yesterday was shooting cups at each other using makeshift spring cannons from the cup dispenser. Today was trivial gossip.

“Holy shit, who the hell put Pumpkin Spice in the Chai container?”

Jungkook froze in his step, but couldn’t help but crack a smile at the Store Manager, Min Yoongi staring at the container with a terrified expression and a hand on his chest.

“I almost had a stroke,” Yoongi breathed heavily.

“We still have Pumpkin Spice?” Jung Hoseok, fellow barista, gaped. “Isn’t it like December?”

“We’ll have it for as long as people keep paying for it,” said Kim Taehyung. “By the way, it was probably Jungkook who did that.”

“Was not!” Jungkook refuted, rolling up his sleeves to take his place by the bar.

“Shhhh, boy. I got you this job and I sure as hell can get you out of it,” Taehyung tormented.

“No one is getting fired,” Yoongi rolled his eyes, as he quickly switch the lids of the containers. “Now get back to work.”

“Sure, boss,” Jungkook grinned, as he preceded to wipe down the bar.

“Yo, you dudes got any Christmas plans?” Hoseok quipped spontaneously as he was mopping the floor, personal headphones in one ear.

“I’m probably gonna be doing some family stuff,” Taehyung surmised, leaning back on the counter. “You, Jungkook?”

Jungkook grinned. “I’ll be cozied up in my bed with my Christmas gift to myself: Super Smash Bros.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You’re actually planning to not have any plans,” he gaped. “I can’t believe you. Where’s your Christmas spirit?”

“What do you mean plan to have no plans? My plan is to play video games uninterrupted and that never happens anymore. It’s a great plan,” Jungkook refuted.

“You should hang out with friends,” Hoseok commented nonchalantly. “I dunno, go out with your date or something.”

“What date?” Yoongi snorted apathetically as he walked by with a mop, much to Jungkook’s dismay.

“W-well, he’s not wrong,” Jungkook spluttered, trying to keep his cool.

“It’ll be awhile before he actually smashes a bro if you know what I’m saying,” Yoongi quipped with the most evilest of smirks on his way back, much to the amusement of Jungkook’s co-workers.

“You know, you have nothing to blame except yourself and your ridiculously high standards,” Taehyung quipped. “You could’ve just gone out with the guy who was clearly into you when you first started working here. He was nice enough. Treated you well. Now he’s transferred. And you’re still alone.”

“But Jungkook doesn’t seem like the type to just settle,” Hoseok surmised. “That’s what happens when you watch too much anime.”

“Yeah, he’ll settle when a gorgeous Christmas elf with a pretty smile and perfect blonde hair falls out of the sky. Into his arms,” Taehyung teased. “Otherwise, there’s no chance.”

“Guys. I’m not like that.” Jungkook tried to argue.

“Actually, you’re exactly like that,” Taehyung and Hoseok said simultaneously.

The bickering continued on for the rest of the close until Yoongi told them all to shut up and go home (which they happily obliged to). And so Jungkook walked through the practically empty mall near closing hours to catch the bus home, sipping on a iced tea beverage that Hoseok had concocted for him before they’d left.

On his way, he caught sight of the mall’s Christmas exhibit located in the central plaza. They’d gone above and beyond this year--it seemed that whoever was in charge of the decorations had more than enough Christmas spirit to spare. The entire area was a practical shining, shimmery Winter’s Wonderland, glowing softly with the gentle yellow-white hues of tiny lights, accented with silver and gold in all the right places. Realistic evergreens tied the whole display together, with their festive ornaments and snow-covered aesthetic.

Entranced (and seeing that he was early for his bus anyways), Jungkook couldn’t help but move closer to take a better look. He walked passed the sign that said “Santa’s Winter Wonderland” and through the white-tiled path where the queues were normally set up. Despite himself, he found his head turning this way and that, eyes glowing like a 6 year old, wishing he was young again so he could enjoy the holidays with that childlike innocence all over again.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling noise from in front of him, along with the sound of jingling bells. The more idiotic part of himself heard a child version of his voice going “Santa?” while the other more adult, rational part of himself was merely piqued with curiosity. Straightening out his jacket, he made his way towards the sound of movement.

As he rounded the corner of a cluster of pine trees, he caught sight of a ladder that was perched before the largest Christmas tree of them all, appearing to be the only authentic one amongst them all. The bottom half was already fully decked out in ornaments and decorations, but the top half was completely bare. And as he followed the trail of the fairy lights, he caught sight of something that made his heart skip a beat.

Or rather someone.

It was like that scene from the cheesiest hallmark Christmas movie one could possibly think of. Jungkook’s jaw was dropped open as his eyes trailed up the slender legs, covered by green stockings and pointed shoes with bells at the end. A festive skirt-like extension covered the person’s behind (which was too round to be true), and atop his glorious blonde hair perched an adorable elf’s cap, hanging down just above his pretty nape. And when he altered his head to reveal pretty eyes and pouty lips, focused intently on making the tree look beautiful with his tiny hands, Jungkook was absolutely taken for.

Perched atop the tree, was unmistakably the prettiest Christmas elf (angel?) he’d ever seen.

“You can’t be real,” Jungkook blurted without realizing.

The sudden exclamation startled the elf boy, who yelped and lurched away in shock at the presence of another person. The ladder was unable to support the sudden motion and toppled, sending the boy off balance. With no time to think, Jungkook sprinted towards where the elf boy was about to collapse to the ground.

It was as if everything was happening in slow motion.

Arms outspread, he caught the screaming elf perfectly within his arms, making it an effort to swing him around just so the elf boy had enough time to loop his arms around his neck. Before long, he had him in a bridal carry, and when he saw the adorably terrified expression on the boy’s face right in front of him, Jungkook knew he was absolutely taken at first sight.

Is this where I thank Santa?

Before long, the blonde boy had come back to his senses, though he was still quite dazed in Jungkook’s arms.

“T-thank you, I guess,” he stuttered, lips trembling and doing nothing to help Jungkook’s rapidly beating heart.

“Well, I wasn’t just gonna leave…you,” Jungkook’s voice trailed off as he felt--like really felt--the boy wriggling in his arms. He took this as a sign of his momentary captive wanting to be freed, so he obliged, gently dipping his legs towards the ground and letting him step off.

“Why are you still here at this time? Isn’t this place closed?” Jungkook asked.

“I could ask the same to you,” the boy responded, his expression a cross between slight irritation and amusement. “What are you doing all the way in here? You scared the life out of me.”

“I was just kind of wandering and somehow I ended up...here,” Jungkook spoke, words evidently becoming more and more difficult to form as the seconds ticked by. It didn’t help that he couldn’t even maintain eye contact with the pretty boy.

“Well, next time you wander, try not to scare someone half to death,” he pouted, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I really didn’t mean to,” Jungkook said. “You didn’t answer me, by the way. Who are you and what are you still doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m an elf,” came the response. “I stayed to spread the Christmas spirit when no one else would pull through.”

Jungkook was frozen stiff. “Like...an actual elf? From the North Pole?”

The boy couldn’t help but laugh at Jungkook’s dazed response and took a step backwards as if to purposely show off his petit (yet awfully proportional) guise. In Jungkook’s mind, it suddenly all made sense. His adorable shortness, his pretty hair and charming face. The boy was right: it was obvious he was an elf, sent here on Christmas to bless Jungkook’s life once and for all.

“What else would I be?” he confirmed with a smile. A very pretty smile per say that was twice as captivating with the slight tousle of his blonde hair. “I’m Jimin, by the way. And you are?”

“Jungkook. I work at the coffee shop just around the corner from here,” came the response. The fact that Jimin chose to introduce himself made Jungkook all the more excited, because at the very least, it meant that Jimin wanted to know who he was. They remained for a moment, staring silently at each other.

“Anyways, I should really finish this,” Jimin said suddenly, breaking the tension as he moved towards the toppled ladder. “You probably have somewhere to go. It’s getting late.”

“Do you--do you need any help or anything?” Jungkook tried. But Jimin was already climbing back up the ladder (Jungkook definitely couldn’t help but appreciate the view).

“I’ll be fine. I already accepted my fate when everyone else decided it wasn’t worth their time to make this place look half decent,” Jimin replied, trying to grab for the fairy lights. Jungkook ran up to give him a hand.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook asked as he strung the lights over to Jimin.

“People just don’t care nowadays,” Jimin lamented. “It’s kind of sad if you really think about it. This place is meant for young children to enjoy the essence of Christmas, and yet they still manage to turn it into a cash grab.”

“Don’t tell me you did all this by yourself,” Jungkook spoke, amazed.

“Well, they did the bare minimum,” Jimin answered. “But at that point it looked more like a Christmas tree farm rather than any kind of home for Santa. And that’s just not fair, especially after they upped the prices again.”

“You really care about Christmas spirit, don’t you?” said Jungkook.

“Of course I do,” Jimin said. And he turned around and gave Jungkook the most radiant smile, a smile that would be permanently emblazoned in his mind for a long while.

“I am an elf.”

❄❄❄

“Shut up, Jungkook. He’s not an elf.”

Taehyung was groaning from his bed as he put down his controller, trying to unlock the newest character on Smash for Jungkook but it just wasn’t happening. Not only were they co-workers: they were also roommates. And with the practically domestic besties relationship they shared, everything that Jungkook owned was also Taehyung’s, so he hadn’t bothered getting his own copy of the game nor a console.

“Dude, I’m not kidding. He’s actually an elf,” Jungkook was arguing from his own bed, indulging in a variety of snacks he’d spread out in front of himself. “He had the blonde hair and the shortie look and everything. Plus, he said he was one so why shouldn’t I believe him?”

“Hmm...was he pretty?” Taehyung uttered quietly, as he started up another round.

Jungkook hesitated. But only for a second. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Even then, Taehyung had to break contact from the screen for a split second to raise an eyebrow at Jungkook.

“Oh, so that’s what it is,” Taehyung simpered. “Our little kitten is finally smitten~ Now I wanna see this guy.”

“Well, he did say he would drop by the shop tomorrow…�� Jungkook thought out loud.

Immediately, the pause screen appeared on the TV. Before Jungkook could even comprehend what was going on, Taehyung’s hands were on his shoulders, and he was being violently shaken back and forth.

“Tomorrow?! Any time?!” Taehyung screeched. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?! You’re telling me I only a few hours to get you ready?”

“Ready? Ready for what?” Jungkook bleated, feeling a little attacked.

“Look I know you’re super picky and everything but the reality is, even when you’ve finally decided to like someone, there’s nothing forcing them to like you back you know?” Taehyung explained. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you’re not getting any ass going around looking like an emo tower. He even fell for the bait. And if we don’t maximize every chance we get you’re gonna regret it for life.”

“T-that’s true,” Jungkook realized, having not even thought of the possibility that Jimin might not be interested that way or even worse, already taken. “So what do we do?”

“Leave it to me,” Taehyung grinned, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist suddenly and dragging him towards their washroom. “You’re gonna be filled with Christmas spirit by the I’m done with you.”

Jungkook threw Taehyung a side-eye. “Okay...that sounds very wrong, but okay…”

And despite that the windows were open and that the neighbours could probably definitely hear them, Taehyung was more than eager to show his excitement.

“BOY. WE’RE FINALLY GONNA GET YOU LAID THIS CHRISTMAS.”

Jungkook was cringing all over. “Taehyung. Please shut up.”

❄❄❄

The next morning, Jungkook showed up to work for a bright and early shift 7:30 a.m.. Needless to say, all his co-workers were quite startled by his new aura. For the first time in his life, Jungkook looked like a poster boy barista. Gone was the black hoodie he wore everyday to work. He was wearing proper slacks (the only pair he owned), with a tidy button up shirt tucked into them. To bring in the seasonal appeal (as every style savvy barista should), he even had a cute little Santa hat and some Christmas pins on his apron, to truly show off his new, festive attitude.

And he was happy. Smiling and connecting with every customer. Making sure they left feeling like Christmas. And it was all going great.

That is, until Min Yoongi commented.

“Oi, Jungkook. Did Santa throw up on you or something?” he said nonchalantly, as he joined Jungkook on second bar.

“Shouldn’t the manager be encouraging customer connections?” Jungkook shot back.

“It’s not the connecting I’m worried about, it’s the way you look,” said Yoongi. “If I didn’t know better I’d have figured you were trying to court a Christmas elf or something.”

Jungkook froze in the middle of pouring out a latte. “Wait, who told you?”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “You’re not actually trying to date an elf--”

He was interrupted by a Taehyung who blazed in out of nowhere, and almost knocked the mug out of Jungkook’s hands when he punched him in the shoulder.

“Hey! Is that him?! Is that him?” Taehyung yelped.

Jungkook stopped what he was doing at once and looked up to where Taehyung was gesturing in the lineup. In the split second when Jungkook’s eyes widened due the tightening in his chest, both Taehyung and Yoongi noticed immediately, and threw each other knowing glances.

“You’re right,” Yoongi said, grinning at work in the morning for the first time in a while. “He does look like a Christmas fairy.” All three of them had momentarily ceased working to stare at the pretty blonde boy who had yet to notice any of them, his bespectacled face still focussed on his phone screen.

“Right?” Taehyung uttered, elbowing Jungkook several times (a bit too hard). “He does look like an elf!”

“That’s because he is an elf,” Jungkook insisted.

“Alright, alright, Prince Charming,” Taehyung smiled, grabbing Jungkook by the arm and dragging him over to cash. “Out of the way for a sec, newbie. Get on bar. It’s time for the barista bachelor to shine.”

“Wait, Tae! I don’t think--”

But it was too late. The newer barista had already run off to the bar while Jungkook was being shoved in front of the cash terminal.

Jungkook tried one more time. “Wait, Taehyung! I’m not--”

“Hey there, Mr. Barista.”

Jungkook nearly yelped as he turned around to see none other than Jimin at the front of the line, beaming as he raised a hand to greet him.

“You clean up pretty nicely,” Jimin commented, much to the dismay of Jungkook’s already wavered heart.

“A-as do you,” Jungkook replied, as a nod to Jimin’s sharp winter attire, complete with a long coat, a warm comfy scarf and a cute toque hat that left his blonde locks peaking out to top it off. “S-so what can I get for you today?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin sighed. If Jungkook were to be honest, he usually hated when customers did this. Though probably not as much as Yoongi who growled under his breath about “humans who aren’t competent enough to know what they order even after lining up for ten minutes”.

But with Jimin, Jimin could do it all day if he wanted to, and Jungkook would still be the happiest barista around.

“It’s going to be a long day at Santa’s village though. I’m staying until close again,” Jimin was still saying. He appeared lost in thought. “Surprise me? I need something that’ll keep me going.”

“Don’t you have more than enough Christmas spirit for that?” Jungkook teased.

“I mean, you probably have much more stamina than I do…” Jimin replied.

“EXCUuuuUUuuUSE ME. YOU’RE HOLDING UP THE LINE,” yelled an obnoxious voice coming from a middle aged lady from behind them. “I NEED MY SOY CHAI TEA LATTE AND I’M ALREADY LATE FOR WORK.”

“Ma’am, ma’am, come over here,” came Taehyung’s voice from the cash till next to Jungkook. It was only then that Jungkook realized that Taehyung had probably been watching the whole time, and thus had become much more expressive in his frustration. “I’ll help you over here. Come on. Let me give you some advice: if you’re gonna be late--don’t get in long line.”

Naturally, the customer got flustered and even more angered. When she demanded for the manager, Taehyung was more than happy to deliver her into the hands of Min Yoongi.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said quietly to Jungkook. “But really. Surprise me.”

“Okay, I’m sorry too,” Jungkook replied, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice now that the mood was ruined. “I--It’s my treat, okay? I’m sorry that you had to listen to that. I’ll personally make it.”

The smile returned to Jimin’s face. “Nothing would make me happier.”

“Newbie, get back on front!” Taehyung ordered promptly, after which Jungkook made the smooth switch back to the espresso bar. Meanwhile, the angry customer from earlier was leaving the store, dabbing at her eyes while threatening to cry and saying something about how the manager was so mean to her.

“Sorry you had to deal with that,” Jungkook mumbled to Yoongi, who, contrary to what Jungkook expected, had quite the smug smile on his face.

“Why are you sorry? Nothing makes me happier than being able to deal with those cretin,” he sneered gleefully. “Now you better make the perfect drink or my efforts will have been for nothing. And you won’t get laid.”

“I’m not trying to--”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

Yoongi was right. It had to be the perfect drink. Jungkook wasn’t going to write his number on the cup or drop any cheesy coffee pick-up lines: he was just going to portray his feelings through a perfectly handcrafted warm beverage.

But from the moment he picked up the pitcher, something felt off. The handle was too slimy, probably from the inexperienced new guy being careless with the syrup. When he tried pouring out the almond milk, the container was too full, so it splurted everywhere over the countertop.

“Oi, Jungkook,” Yoongi spoke as he nodded towards the spill. “Don’t get so excited already.”

“Shhhh.”

But no matter how hard he tried to focus, everything had gone awry. The espresso shots took too long to pull, and he accidentally pulled the pitcher out too early again, creating yet another milky mess. It didn’t help that he knew Jimin was watching him somewhere from the other side of the bar. Gritting his teeth, he poured out the milk and added the espresso shots (he’d added an extra shot because Jimin said he needed the boost). Somehow, he managed to cover the slightly off foam with some whipped cream that turned out better than he expected, thanks to his experience. Finishing it off with some caramel drizzle and cinnamon powder, he took a deep breath to prepare himself.

“Jimin!” Jungkook called bravely. “I have your Cinnamon Almond Macchi--HUUEKKKK.”

“SORRY!” came the belated voice of the co-worker who’d collided a bit too heavily into Jungkook’s hips.

To Jungkook’s horror, the drink came tumbling out of his hands and went all over the front Jimin’s scarf and jacket, whipped cream, espresso and syrup and a little bit of everything else nice that Jungkook had intended. With Jeon Jungkook suddenly too mortified to move, Min Yoongi had no choice but to run out from behind the bar and apologize profusely for everything that happened.

Taehyung had watched everything from afar, horrified. At that point, there was only one thing left he could think to say.

“Goddammit, Namjoon. The one time we tell you to put the milk away,” he sighed.

Kim Namjoon, the shift supervisor for that morning, stood up and scratched the back of his head, looking extremely embarrassed and apologetic.

“Sorry, Jungkook. I really didn’t mean to.”

❄❄❄

“What do we do? What do we do? I think we broke him,” Taehyung mumbled.

“We? I didn’t do anything! It was all Namjoon!” Yoongi said at once.

“Look I already said I was sorry okay! Several times!” Namjoon defended himself.

“Unfortunately, ‘sorry’ doesn’t quite get him booty for Christmas, does it?” Yoongi surmised.

“Dude, he even changed back into his black hoodie. This is way worse that we thought,” Taehyung said pointedly.

“What am I supposed to do? Stroke him with the mop? There. There.” Yoongi mocked his best attempt at comforting a heartbroken boy.

“Maybe it’s best to leave him to deal with on his own,” said Namjoon. “Maybe, if he gives up here, he doesn’t deserve the guy after all.”

“See, normally I’d buy that from you. At once. But considering you’re the one who pretty much single-handedly caused all the emo it really just sounds like you’re trying to come up with excuses,” Yoongi sighed, walking to the back with a flustered Namjoon running after him.

In the meantime, Kim Taehyung was left at a loss of what to do next, as he could only stare at Jungkook from a distance with a mixture of pity and guilt.

They left Jungkook on bar for the rest of the day, where he was quiet and simply focussed on shelving out drink after drink. He didn’t bother saying much to anyone, though he wasn’t as discouraged as the others assumed him to be. The reality was that he was thinking deeply about how to make up for his mistakes, and how to win back Jimin despite all that had happened. Sure it was mortifying, but he liked to believe that he could come back from worse. Besides, Jimin didn’t seem like the shallow type (why else would he be interested in the first place...right?), if it was anything to indicate by the second glances he was giving when Yoongi did his best to usher him out the store to save Jungkook’s humility.

Being lost in thought, the remaining hours of this shift went by quickly enough. He couldn’t untie his apron quickly enough.

“You gonna be ok, Jungkook?” Yoongi asked, as a last word of concern.

“Yeah. I’ll see you guys soon,” Jungkook said quickly, tearing off his hoodie and tossing it into his bag. He ruffled his hair before throwing a hurried “You guys have a nice holiday!” and running away.

“Aren’t you gonna get a drink?” Yoongi reminded.

“Oh yeah, true!” Jungkook realized. “I’ll make it myself!”

“Is he gonna be ok?” Namjoon asked, walking by with a armful of pitchers as we watched Jungkook speedily yet skillfully put together a drink.

“He might be alright,” Taehyung mused, as Jungkook waved to everyone and ran out of the store. “You, on the other hand…” He hurriedly grabbed several pitchers away from Namjoon before further accidents could occur.

At this point, Jungkook was already halfway across the mall, clutching onto his drink and practically dashing because he knew exactly what he wanted. He pushed through the busy crowd of last minute shoppers and nearly trampled over a Rudolph statue.

At long last, he saw the sparkling trees in the distance, this time all fully decorated with fairy lights and baubles and practically gleaming in the centre of the mall. The tallest centrepiece of them all--the one Jimin had been perched on only the night before--was particularly glowing in a spectacular aura, and Jungkook was quite impressed to see that he’d managed to place a crystalized star at the very top of it (though Jungkook personally thought the best decoration had to be the elf himself). And it was even better to see that Jimin’s efforts had clearly paid off, because even at this later hour, the line was huge, packed with children clinging onto their parents, eagerly awaiting to see Santa and his elves.

But it didn’t matter, because there was only one thing on his mind.

Jungkook hopped up and down and moved this way and that in an attempt to catch a glimpse of that familiar blonde head of hair. When it seemed futile to see anything through the crowd, that was when caught sight of Santa himself in the very center, practically hidden behind the trees. Though he first noticed the adorable little girl in the pastel blue dress, he was quick to realize that the elf she was running towards to get her goody bag was none other than Jimin himself. He was decked out in his full outfit again, in all its glorious green and appeared multiple times as angelic as before under the full glow of the fairy lights. He was even wearing those fake elf ears today, and they looked adorable on him. Jungkook’s heart pounded wildly in chest, as he fully took in how genuinely beautiful Jimin looked when he smiled to the little girl.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Jungkook rushed towards the centre and practically hopped the fence as he ran towards Jimin.

“Excuse me, sir. What do you think you’re doing?”

Jungkook froze, and turned around to see a young male elf clutching a clipboard and glaring at him. He was particularly handsome and tall, and had a name tag that read in big, festive letters “JIN”. His hair was also blonde, similar to Jimin’s, and Jungkook couldn’t help but think those long ears suited him awfully well.

“I’m sorry, do you work here?” Jin the Elf asked, flipping rapidly through his clipboard.

“...yes?” Jungkook tried, if it meant he would see Jimin any quicker.

Jin clapped his clipboard shut at once. “Why did I even ask? Oh yeah, to test your honesty. Of course, you don’t work here!” Jin snapped, the words coming out of his mouth at bullet speed. “Even if I didn’t know I would know, you know? You’d have to be at least as handsome as me to work here.”

“Okay…?” Jungkook gulped, afraid of what was going to come next.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jin asked.

“Well, umm…” Jungkook glanced desperately to where Jimin was standing, so close yet so far. He hadn’t noticed Jungkook yet, despite all the attention he was surely attracting.

“Get in line!” Jin said suddenly.

“Wait, what?”

“You’re here to see Santa, aren’t you? Well, get in line! Just like everyone else.” Jin insisted. “Think about it, how would you feel if I cut in line at your coffee shop, hmm? Not too happy. Well, here’s the same. Just because you’re an adult doesn’t mean you can be oppressive to all these children who want to enjoy Christmas just like you do!”

“But, I don’t--” Jungkook tried.

“Nope. I will hear no more! Now get in line before I actually get you banned from this place!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll go!” Jungkook yelped, running away not wanting to cause any more trouble with this Jin guy.

“God, do I look like a twelve year old?” Jungkook mumbled angrily under his breath, not wanting to prolong his wait for Jimin any longer.

“From certain angles, yes. You’re an actual baby,” came Jin’s voice from a distance behind him. Jungkook turned around, shocked that he’d heard. My god, are those giant ears real or something? But he had no time to think, as he joined the queue along with the other children.

God. The things I have to do to get some--

“Hi, Mister! Are you here to see Santa too?” an adorable voice called out from below him.

Jungkook looked down to see the cutest little boy sporting a reindeer headband looking up to him. One of his hands was holding on to his mother’s, while the other was clutching tightly onto the paw of a teddy bear with a blue bowtie on it.

“I guess...yes, yes I am,” Jungkook answered.

“What are you wishing from Santa?” the little boy asked.

“I...I’m not sure yet,” Jungkook answered.

“Not...sure?” The child seemed utterly confused that someone would have no demands from the father of gift giving himself.

“Well, what do you want for Christmas?” Jungkook asked quickly.

The boy smile brightly at Jungkook’s interest in his own affairs.

“A friend for Mr. Jiji!” he announced gleefully, waving his teddy bear in the air. Jungkook admitted it was one of the cutest things he’d seen in his life.

“Is that for Santa?” the boy continued asking, this time pointing to the coffee cup that had been clutched tightly in Jungkook’s hands the entire time.

“It’s for someone very special to me,” Jungkook replied with a smile, patting the boy between his foam antlers.

Miraculously, the line seemed to go quickly enough, with Jungkook being gladly distracted by the adorable boy who continued to amuse him with the riveting stories about his past gifts and future Christmas plans. Even when he’d left Jungkook’s side, it was quite intriguing to see how photogenic the little boy was, comfy in Santa’s lap.

“Next!”

Jungkook snapped back to reality, only to finally realize that he was pretty much the only adult lining up to see Santa alone. His hesitation made it even worse, because if no one noticed before, they certainly had now. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Jimin was also done with the children, and was staring incredulously at him, unsure of what to do.

Oh well...it happens I guess.

He took a deep breath and sauntered towards the jolly man in the red suit. At that point, Jungkook wasn’t sure how to conduct himself, so he stood stiffly next to Santa Claus, hands still clenched nervously around his cup that he refused to let go of.

“Oh no, not this guy again.”

Jungkook looked over to see Jin facepalming at the side, clearly judging his every move.

“Well, what are you getting shy for?” Jin said, a bit too loudly. “Sit on his lap!”

As if his words were a spell, Jungkook’s behind was suddenly attached to Santa’s lap, his eyes frozen stiff and not sure what his next action should be.

“Um...hi Santa?” he said nervously. The kids around him were not helping, as they continued giggling with excitement. To Jungkook’s dismay when he glanced over, even Jimin was barely hiding his own smile in time behind his tiny hand.

“So what brings you here, boy?” Santa asked, not forgetting to add his jolly laugh at the end.

“Um...nothing really,” Jungkook replied. “From you, at least. No offense or anything. I--I’m sure you’re busy enough.”

Another round of laughter. “But I’m sure you must want something very desperately, boy,” Santa spoke. “To have rushed all the way here and waited all this time, not to mention sitting through all of this just so you get to your goal. Are you sure I can’t help you with anything?”

“I just...wanted to make something right,” Jungkook answered.

A pause, before Jungkook received another echo of hearty laughter, this time resonating loudly around him.

“I suppose you were right,” came the response. “There is nothing more I can do. But with a heart like that, remember that you’re always welcome at the North Pole.”

“T-thank you?”

In that exact moment, Jimin suddenly appeared in front of him reaching out for him. Jungkook gladly took his hand, as Jimin lead him away from the center of attention so the next kids in line could have their time.

“You know,” Jimin was smiling. “I was still kind of annoyed by how you scared the living lights out of me the first time we met, and then how you dumped coffee all over my new jacket. But that--” Jimin gestured vaguely, referring to the image of full sized Jungkook seated in Santa’s lap. “I think that just made up for all of it.”

“Wait, t-this is for you,” Jungkook said, finally passing the drink to Jimin at last. “It’s a Peppermint Mocha. I made it myself a while ago. I tried making it extra hot and all and I’m sorry if it’s a little cool now but I tried my best and I--”

Jungkook was stopped mid sentence as Jimin placed the cup to his lips and took a sip without hesitation, even closing his eyes to truly savour the taste. Jungkook thought he was seriously going to pass out from heart palpitations when Jimin made a satisfied purring noise in his throat, followed by licking his lips.

“It’s delicious, Jungkook,” Jimin smiled.

“R-really?” Jungkook said, stunned.

“What? You don’t believe me?”

In a swift motion, Jimin suddenly pulled a startled Jungkook behind a tree where they were definitely hidden from everyone’s sight. Before Jungkook could react, he felt Jimin’s soft lips pressed against his. It was just for a moment, but it was long enough for him to decide that it was certainly one of the most euphoric moments of his life.

“Now do you believe me?” Jimin grinned.

“That was a pretty bold move for an elf,” Jungkook gaped, desperately trying to retain the feeling in his legs.

Jimin laughed and finished with a wink. “Now, what do you say to us getting out of here and properly enjoying Christmas Eve?”

“Don’t you have work?”

“They won’t miss me,” Jimin smiled, extending a hand.

“In that case,” Jungkook spoke, a grin starting to break out on his face as he took Jimin’s hand. “I’d love to.”

❄❄❄

The two of them soon found themselves at a quain desserts shop in a tiny village just outside of town. They had found themselves a table outside amongst others, keeping comfy with the outdoor heater, their large scarves and two piping hot mugs of delicious hot chocolate in order to properly enjoy the Christmas decor that surrounded them. There was a variety of lights strung high upon trees and scattered on the brick walls. The wooden benches and old-fashioned windows and doors added to the authentic traditional aura of it, making it all quite the romantic holiday atmosphere.

“Since we both have the day off tomorrow,” Jungkook was saying, having been deep in conversation with Jimin for awhile already, as if they’d known each other for years. “Do you want to go ice skating?”

Jimin beamed. “I’d love to,” he said. “See you fall over and over again that is.”

“That’s...probably going to happen,” Jungkook admitted. “But jokes on you, I think I quite enjoy falling. Especially if it makes you laugh.”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Even I can’t say stuff like that and I’m supposed to be the epitome of Christmas here.”

“What do you do when Christmas is over anyways?” Jungkook asked. “Like, do you have another job during the non holiday seasons?”

Jimin shrugged. “I suppose it’s more or less the same thing. If I’m not directly connecting with others directly I guess I’m building toys or organizing things. It takes a lot of preparation, you know? To be ready for Christmas. Though I’m sure that’s obvious considering the amount of people we have to get to.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Jungkook agreed, thinking back to how much longer the coffee shop lines tended to get around the holidays. “But that means you really are a full time elf, aren’t you?”

Jimin laughed. “Yeah, I already told you that. I’m an elf.”

For a moment of peaceful silence, they both took a sip out of their drinks, before Jungkook continued talking.

“By the way, have you been talking to Jin about me?” Jungkook said suddenly.

“I didn’t get a chance to,” Jimin answered. “We’ve been busy all day, why?”

“How did he know I work at a coffee shop?”

Jimin quickly shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe he walked by at some point and noticed you in there?”

“Oh yeah, true,” said Jungkook, momentarily eased by the simple response as he took mouthful of whipped cream from his drink.

“By the way, Jungkook,” Jimin said suddenly. “I’ve got a really great place for us to go ice skating tomorrow.”

“Really, where?” Jungkook asked. “Do I know of it?”

Jimin smiled brightly.

“I definitely think you’ve heard of it.”

❄❄❄ THE NORTH POLE | Elves’ Workshop ❄❄❄

“Oh my gosh, did you hear what happened to Stella the other day? She was getting ready to go and guess what? A bunch of mistletoes dropped out of her pockets. Talk about embarrassing!”

“Oh gosh, that’s so naughty. What was she thinking? What if the elflets saw?!”

“And you know what makes it even worse? We think she was trying to seduce a human.”

“Oh my! So scandalous!”

The elves were suddenly interrupted by the loud banging noise of the workshop doors slamming open.

“All right, lady elves,” Jin the Head Elf entered with a blaze. “It’s time to stop gossiping. Christmas is tomorrow and these dolls are still dressed like Grandma Elf. GET BACK TO WORK!”

“Yes, Jin~!” they sang gloriously, happy to get back to their sewing (though they had been multitasking anyway).

“Hey Jin,” one of them spoke suddenly. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

“About what? Working quietly and focussing?” Jin snapped back, trying to get them back on task.

“No! About what happens when an Elf and a human, you know...does things.”

Jin turned a bright shade of scarlet red, nearly matching the colour of the hat on his hair. “W-what--w-why are you a-asking this kind of stuff at a time like this?”

The other elf sighed. “Not that, silly. Well, kind of. But when an elf bonds with a human, say through a kiss or something, would the elf become a human or would the human become an elf?”

Jin scoffed. “You’re at this age and you don’t know the answer to this? Elves are the practically immortal ones, and there’s no such thing as a sad ending at The North Pole so the answer is obvious. The human--”

He yelped, completely startled by the sound of the door banging open a second time.

“Oh my gosh, Jimin is back!” the female elves squealed cheerfully in unison.

“Great, we could use an extra two hands,” Jin sighed.

“Wait...who is that?”

Jin snapped his head back up at the implication of a newcomer. He immediately narrowed his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, it’s him.”

And there he was, the black-haired boy that had created a scene earlier at the Santa’s exhibit, getting dragged into their sacred workshop by the arm of none other than Park Jimin himself. The new boy was looking awfully confused, looking this way and that, attempting to take in everything he could.

“Ooh, he’s kind of cute. Where’d you find him?” one of the elves crooned. “Is he here to help out?”

“I found him around. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind an extra job,” Jimin smiled. The elves all unanimously squealed in excitement, and one even managed to plop one of their uniform hats onto the newcomer’s head at lightning speed.

“It suits you,” Jimin smiled at Jungkook, straightening out the hat.

“Wow,” Jungkook said, still in awe. “I can’t believe this. This is all...super realistic.”

Jimin winked.

“Mm hmm. I told you it would be a skating trip to remember.”

A/N: I feel like. Every year, I finish my Christmas fics exactly on midnight of the 25th. Is it procrastination and my inability to do anything before I absolutely have to? Probably. But yes, this year I was not feeling very well but wanted to come through for everyone for this Secret Santa. So here we are! I hope you liked it. It feels a bit like a hallmark Christmas movie at the end but hey, that’s the vibe ;)

Thank you to @lonely-k-me for always being super supportive of me and my writing (I promise you more fics in the future), and I hope @muchbetterbts feels better after reading this as well despite everything! Thank you to everyone who participated in the Secret Santa 2018 Fic Exchange this year for jikook, and many more to come :)

Have a happy holidays everyone~~~!

#jikook #jikook fic #ahhhh finally i can rest and reblog the rest of the fics #fanfic #secretfanfics #christmas fic

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Tempting Fate- Chapter 19

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 1,592

Warnings: the best goddamn flashback of your life, cuteness, cheekiness

A/N: Hey, y’all! @sonofadeanwinchester and I decided it’d be cool if we wrote a series together. SO, HERE’S CHAPTER 19! Please, please, please give us feedback. Feedback is the glue that keeps the writers together. We need the feedback. Send either of us an ask, and we’ll just send each other screenshots. Or you can send it to both of us. Thanks, lovelies.

After a few more rounds with Seb, you cuddle for a few minutes but then you get dressed and kick him out so you can finish wrapping the presents.

“But baaaaaby-”

“Sebastian Stan, no. I need to focus and you are too distracting. Go hang out with your best friend.”

He shrugs, walking away, “HEY GABE WHAT’S UP?”

“GODDAMNIT (Y/N),” Gabe yells from downstairs.

You grin to yourself and close the door, locking it before going back to your present wrapping. You wrap your present for Sebastian, which is a framed “I love you” in Romanian in your handwriting. You’d written it the night he proposed, and your mom had gotten it framed yesterday. You were hoping he’d love it, especially since you really wanted to hang it in his apartment once you moved in there. You’d also gotten him a stuffed plush of Dug from Up, one of his favorite Disney movies. You’d gotten Gabe a 3ft phone charger, since he pretty much spent every waking minute on his phone for work, and you’d bought your mom a martini shaker with Maleficent on it, knowing that she’d probably use it the second she opened it. Emily got a record player, which you’d picked along with every single Taylor Swift vinyl. The record for the “Red” album had been hard to find, but you knew she’d love it.

Once you’re done wrapping presents, you sit against the bed and think about your future with Sebastian. You’d been moving pretty fast, but you also had several years of history with him. You’d always dreamed of spending the rest of your life with him. You never wanted a big wedding, you just knew you wanted it to be with him. You’d always told him that you’d be fine with a Disney theme, just friends and family, and a simple white sundress. Of course you were still concerned about the press and his fans, but he’d promised that everything would be okay after the interview. You were too scared to check Instagram, so you’d just make him do it.

You bring all the presents downstairs and put them under the tree. You’re bent over, pushing them in as far as you could, when you feel Sebastian’s hands on you.

He leans over, whispering in your ear, “God, your ass looks good in these shorts.”

You stand and turn, glaring at him, “Seb, don’t do that when someone could walk in.”

He smirks, nibbling on your neck, “so, I can’t show how much I love you?”

“You can, just try to keep it in your pants around the family.”

He groans, pulling you on the couch on his lap, “so what do you wanna do for the rest of the day, darling?”

“Well… I was thinking you could check Instagram? I want to see if that interview actually did any good.”

He shrugs, taking his phone out his pocket. He opens Instagram, grinning at you. “Well, baby, it worked,” he says as he hands you his phone.

Okay, that interview was actually perfection.

WHY ARE Y’ALL SO CUTE?

I wish I had someone I’d been friends with for 15 years. Y’all are precious.

I know I called her a whore when I saw her the other day, but I actually really regret that.

“Whoa, Seb, that’s the girl from Universal who bitched me out.” You smile at him and he pulls you close, kissing you deeply. He kisses you back, smiling into the kiss. You’d always loved it when he did that, especially because it made you feel even more loved than he already did.

“See, darling, I told you it would work. They love you now. Just in case, though, I’m going to make sure you have your own security detail and everything so you’ll always be safe.”

“I don’t need private security, Sebby.”

“Darling, I want you safe. No, I need you safe. I lost you once, and I’d never forgive myself if I lost you again. I’m getting you security. It’s not a discussion.” “Oooookay,” you say as your parents come in.

“Wow, get a room, you two. Oh wait, you already have one. WITH VERY THIN WALLS,” Gabe says with a wink as he moves to the TV, putting on The Polar Express.

“No way,” Seb says with a grin, “you guys still watch this?”

You roll your eyes, “of course we do, dummy. It’s a tradition.”

“Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean that this Christmas Eve is gonna be any different.” I leaned into Sebastian as we sat on the couch.

He chuckled. “Well, I mean everything is different. We’re dating so there’s that.”

“Pfft. Well, I think everyone knew that this was going to happen since we met. But, I mean, like we still have to watch The Polar Express and drink so much hot chocolate that we’re sick.”

He kissed my hair. “Baby, of course we’re gonna do all those things.”

Gabe walked into the room. “Hot chocolates anyone?”

Sebastian smiled wide. “Gabe! You know me so well man.”

Gabe laughed. “Well, you’ve been sitting on my couch for nine years so. You come to know a person.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and smirked. “And I’ll continue to sit here as long as you have me.”

“Maybe start taking your shoes off and I’ll let you stay.”

Sebastian looked at me from the corner of his eyes. “Uhm, o-okay.”

“Gabe. Come on.” I cocked a brow at him.

“He’s known me for most of his life, you’d think he’d know when I was kidding.”

Sebastian shook his head. “I know when you’re kidding, Gabe.” He turned to me and sighed. “Wanna watch this movie in your room?”

Gabe turned away but twisted his head so he could make eye contact with us. “You better keep that fucking door open.”

My face turned five shades of red as Sebastian giggled. “Gabe, come on.”

Gabe smiled but then it faded just as fast. “Serious.”

He saluted him and nodded. “You got it.”

We laid on my bed, Sebastian’s arm behind my head and my body curled into his side as we watched the film. “This is the best Christmas movie ever.”

Sebastian snorted. “False.”

I sat up. “Excuse me?”

He shrugged. “I’ve seen better.”

“What do you mean you’ve seen better?”

He sat up and leaned against the headboard. “I mean, that The Polar Express is really good but I don’t know. I’m more a traditionalist, I guess. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”

I laughed. “So, old fucking movies that scare the shit out of young children.”

He made a face. “They don’t scare children.”

“Bullshit. Gabe wouldn’t let me watch them because they’re so fucking traumatizing.”

He was sitting straight up now, his jaw dropped. “Serious?”

“Dixie Chick serious.”

Before I could add anything, he hopped over my body and was jogging down the stairs. “Gabe.”

I followed him down and stood off to the side, watching my boyfriend and step-father talk. “Yes, Sebastian?”

“Did you not let (y/n) watch Rudolph or Santa Claus is Coming to Town when she was a kid?”

He made a face, shaking his head. “Those movies are terrifying for a child.”

“What the hell? They are brilliant and classics!” His voice rose with each word.

Gabe chuckled. “You’re a fan then, yeah?” Sebastian cocked a brow at him and Gabe continued. “Well, sorry bud but she’s an adult now. She can watch whatever the hell she wants.”

Sebastian turned to me, eyeing my up and down. “Well, darling, I know what we’re doing all night long.”

I winked at him and turned to Gabe. “We’ll be safe.”

Gabe’s face went red and he shook his head. “Don’t even think about it.”

I placed a hand over my heart and smirked. “I meant we would use the good DVD player not the old one with the wires showing. God, Gabe.”

Sebastian’s eyes went wide and he smiled cutely at Gabe. “I’m sorry on her behalf.”

Gabe rolled his eyes. “Just keep the damn door open.”

You lay on Seb for the whole movie, and as usual, he spends most of it playing with your hair or blowing in your ear. After the movie ends, your mom makes her famous eggnog.

“Maaaan, Catherine, have I missed your ‘nog,” he says after taking a sip, “that’s the only reason I proposed to your daughter.

You elbow him and he winks, wrapping his arm around you. Gabe reads The Night Before Christmas, as he had every year since he’d met your mom, and you look around at your family, thinking about how lucky you were to have them and spend Christmas with them. You had no idea what you’d do if you couldn’t spend Christmas with your family. That had almost been the case last year but luckily, they found a way to come visit you in L.A. They all hated it, but you’d been scheduled to work on Christmas Eve and the 26th, so going to Orlando for the holidays hadn’t been an option.

You start drifting off as Gabe finishes the story and Sebastian carries you upstairs, setting you down on the bed. He strips down to his boxers and gets in with you, pulling you tight against his chest as he holds you.

“Darling?”

“Mmm?” You respond sleepily. “It’s after midnight.”

You open your eyes to meet his blue ones, which were less bright now, almost a soft baby blue.

“Merry Christmas, Sebastian.”

Merry Christmas, my angel.”

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betsydobsons · 7 years ago

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A slytherin girls day at hogwarts

hey nana! This last secret santa present is for you! The @slytheringirlsgang secret santa is complete for @adrianpucey ! I hope you enjoy, I tried to do it as well as I could. I made this so anyone can imagine themselves in your shoes :))

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You wake in the slytherin dorms, earlier than the other girls who snooze through the crisp sunrise that you enjoy to rise to. The sunrise was a reminder that you had 30 minutes to wash and eat before the first quidditch practice of the day. This morning you would be flying, unlike tonight, when it was body practice, for stamina and flexibility.

You peel your curtains back around your bed to hide the messy sheets, too tired to care about making the bed right now. Creeping around the room to the sink, you are careful not to disturb your friends. You remember clearly what happened last time you disturbed them too early (and so does your hair). Silently turning the taps, refreshingly cold water trickles into the bowl. You splash your face, now feeling more awake and alert than before. A quick change of clothes into your quidditch kit, and then you race out of the room, wanting to head into the great hall quickly to grab an apple before heading to the pitches.

You see a few of the usual suspects heading towards the library for an early tutoring session with an older student and you smile as you pass them, apple in hand. Adrian is already there, throwing the quaffle to himself around the pitch, Miles watching like he was entranced (everyone knew miles had a thing for Adrian, but who wanted to get into the middle of that mess?). Marcus and graham are in a heated discussion, most likely about which girl in your house had the nicest arse. Cassius and Peregrine weren’t around yet, and Draco was probably drooling at himself in the mirror or at a picture of Potter.

Either way, he could go to hell. He took the seeker position, the one you thought was yours. Instead you were a now beater. You had learned to like it and now you were pretty good,since no ball had ever hit you, except for the one time in practice when malfoy had tripped over the ball bag, letting the balls out. That had led to a broken arm, but you got free chocolate for weeks from draco and his gang. It has been the expensive stuff as well, probably to keep you from blabbing to your parents.

After a weary practice given by Flint, you hit the showers. Being the only girl in the team had perks, and one of those was that there was always hot water for you. You left the changing room in your own clothes, not bothering with the huff of the uniform gowns. Classes didn’t start until 9 anyway, so you always had time to go back to the dorm for a quick snooze.

Your first class was charms, which was always exciting. You made your way there while still doing your green tie. Since you had first joined hogwarts, you had always found charms incredibly easy, the graceful motions in your wrist perfected while finding the best techniques for hitting a bludger. You sat next to a girl named Fiona, from hufflepuff, and you two had always gotten along. She has been quiet at first, but now she was as open as a barn door, her personality always jumping out of her.

Next class was potions, yuck. On your way there you made sure to stop and talk to as many of the girls from your dorm as possible, if only to stall the inevitable. You thought the dungeons down there smelt and that snape needed a nose transfiguration. Although being a slytherin was helpful in this class, because even when you weren’t doing so well, you got good marks due to favouritism. As you helped your friend daphne stir the cauldron, she babbled on about her pressures to be perfect, as always. You didn’t give two fucks, but she was a useful person to be friends with, so you nodded and hummed in agreement when the times arose. The other pair on the table was Katya and Rosie, both hailing from ravenclaw. They were fine, a little distant and they always did every potion to Snape’s satisfactory first time, which irritated both you and daphne to no end. However, at least they didn’t whinge or mumble or anything like that.

After potions was a study break, and usually you would meet Adrian or Pansy for a quick bite to eat and a catch up (“there is no time to talk during practice Pucey” was a popular line of Flint’s). Today though, it seemed that pansy was occupied with her little fan club of boys who enjoyed just to be in her presence. Adrian was probably doing something Salazar-Sinful that would hurt your ears later, so you took the route towards Freya and Nina, two hufflepuff girls whom you adored. They were not in many of you classes, but you all tried to meet up as much as possible.

Today your trio had been joined by a gryffindor boy named Jack, and a ravenclaw boy named Harrison. They were both friends of freya and nina, so you tried your hardest to seem like you actually cared about how many pairs of shoes Jack’s muggle sister has, or how Harrison could gulp down a litre of beer in less than a minute.

That fact was actually pretty interesting, and you had made a mental note to find him the next time there was a party taking place. You and Harrison got on pretty well on the whole, but you could tell jack was a snooze fest. Freya and him spoke about his cat a lot though, so you knew she thought of him as a friend already. Too bad.

After what seemed like an hour, but was actually 25 mins, the bells sounded for your mid-morning lessons. It was now time for Divination. You enjoy this subject purely because you can sleep your way through the classes and still ace your final exam. You and your desk partner, a gryffindor girl who you had never asked the name for after she told you the first time both slept through the class together.

Then it’s lunch, and you are off to meet pansy, who has Adrian in tow with her. Walking into the hall, you wave to your friends further along the slytherin bench, and smile at your friends who reside at other benches. You sit on the slytherin bench next to daphne and Adrian, sharing and spreading stories of how your days have been and what each other has done so far. You tell them of meeting Freya and Nina’s new friends, Adrian tells you of how Miles yet again blushed when Adrian tried to help him with an arithmetic equation, and daphne shares stories of her newest toy. He’s an exchange student from durmstrang, and apparently the rumours of hand-size correlation are correct. You didn’t ask how she knew, and daphne didn’t divulge. You both weren’t stupid.

Adrian left lunch shortly after, claiming a detour to the library was needed before his next class. You thought he was just off to scheme about more ways to make Miles a flustered mess. You and pansy decided to finish up then too, and take a short walk around the autumn gardens. Many students were about, and Irene, another girl in the slytherin dorm joined you and pansy. Winter was fast approaching, which was a common topic to talk about. Winter is your favourite time of the year.

Winter held many important dates, like your birthday, Christmas, New Years and most importantly the winter holiday. The winter holiday was the time of year that you could see your family again, because they travel a lot when you are at school, so you hardly ever receive an owl.

The other girls make small talk as you pick your way across the grounds, on your way to care of magical creatures. You enjoy the sound of the crunch of leaves beneath your feet, and the breeze upon your cheeks. Care of magical creatures was a mandatory class, but one that was easy none the less. You like animals, but some of the creatures that Hagrid brings out are plain terrifying. You had heard rumours from draco in the year above being hurt viciously by one of his beasts. Other rumours had surfaced on how he had exaggerated the whole ordeal but you chose to be wary all the same.

The lesson turned out to be a lovely one, about unicorns and their healing powers. About how unicorns could not only be used for healing, but also as weapon, because their hooves were so strong and their horns so sharp. You enjoyed the lesson greatly, as you usually ended up doing. Unless it was raining, but that always put you in a shit mood.

Your final period of the day was a library period, so while pansy and Irene trudged their way toward the castle with Gretcha (another girl from your dorm), you went towards the Great Lake. You wandered until you settled at the foot of a huge oak tree. Sitting down onto dry leaves, the sun shining warmth onto your face, you close your eyes and just let random thoughts enter and leave your head. You use this time to sort through everything that occurred so far today, to sort through the information needed to be remembered and what could be forgotten.

After a while, you hear the final bell for the day of lessons, and the toll of the bells signal the end. Dinner would be served in two hours, but you had land training until then, as to keep up with your arm strength and flexibility. It would only be an hour long, so the sooner you got there, the sooner you would be ready to leave.

You picked yourself off the ground, brush off any dirt and marched to the slytherin dungeons. Once in some loose shorts and baggy t-shirt, you took a gym bag with water and a towel in it, and made your way back to the pitches, for the second time today. You could sense that Marcus was frustrated at something, or perhaps a someone, as you came into the grassy area.

Flint worked the whole team extra fiercely today, something had put him on edge and it was clear this was an outlet for him. None of the team mates judged him for it, knowing that they too have days where it all gets too much and the energy that fizzles needs a place to go. You kept your head down, pushing yourself time and time again. This is what gave you your strength, your confidence. You knew that any person that challenged you would not only have to go through your solidly built team mates, but would have to beat you as-well. You could pick a fight, and with this training as a beater, most likely win. As long as magic wasn’t involved, because you were shite at self defence shields.

Trudging back to the castle with your team, you were all deep in thought. You walked beside Miles, Adrian on your other side. You could feel them both over the top of her head, making silent eye movements as a way of communicating, and you didn’t think anything of it. Your mistake. At the same time, they launched an attack on you, Adrian grabbing your shoulders and Miles grabbing your ankles. A surprise attack was the only way they could have the upper hand. With you writhing between them like you were lying down, they sprinted towards the Great Lake. Too late did you realise their intent, and your screeches for them to stop were futile.

They threw you in.

It was fucking freezing, and gone was the warm sun from this afternoon. You did the only thing you could to stop their fits of laughter. You created the biggest splashes you could, soaking them from head to toe. You were grinning now, as the dumbstruck fools began to wade into the lake beside you, splashing you in the process. You fought back, laughing the entire time. The other team members ran for the Lake too now, jumping in fast and unprepared for the sharp cold of the water. A number of shrieks rose up, and soon everyone was dripping wet, laughing and pushing peoples heads under the water. This was your team, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Faces sore from smiling so hard, they trudged their wet arses through the castle to the dungeon, much to the misfortune of their classmates, because they all stuck of dirt. You get into the common room for slytherin, shout to the boys some rather unpleasant things including how they would all get what was coming for them, Adrian and Miles especially.

A warm shower was taken, and you get comfy in your Pajamas for the night. You had long since missed dinner, but one of the house elves has brought hot chocolate and cookies into the commons room, so you make your way downstairs. You see your friends from your dorm playing chess by the fire, so you quickly grab a mug of goodness and nestle in between Irene and one of your better friends, Claudia. That made up your dorm. Irene, Claudia, Daphne, Gretcha and yourself. Pansy was in the year above, but she still was as dear as any of your other friends.

With the fire roaring, the girls giggling and the boys jumping in and out their conversations, you couldn’t find it in you to stay awake. So this is how your day ended, with your friends in your dorm lifting you up to your bed.

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tumblunni · 7 years ago

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Miscellaneous rambling Game Thoughts that I am Thinking about Game Today’s Think: Spice up the calendar stat raising gameplay a bit with ~festivals!~

LONG RAMBLE INCOMING

* Festivals that aren’t just markings on the calendar like in persona, but minigames like animal crossing and harvest moon! Also Oreshika but I only know one other person who plays that, lol. I really grew to like their tournements tho, even if its just a boring samey rpg battle repeated every damn year for centuries. It became oddly more useful in the postgame because everyone’s levels are so high and the amount of Devotion (job class selection points, basically) doesn’t increase as the enemies get buffed. So the twice yearly contests are the only reliable way to get a huge amount of devotion all at once, which is great if you’re grinding out new characters en masse and trying to get a rare inheritance trait! (srsly tho i have got TOTALLY sick of the ‘everyone lives and dies and then you play as their descendants’ thing by now, it just makes me feel extra guilty for grinding. I had to kill like 300 dads!) ...MAN I’M GOING OFFTOPIC LOL Anyway what I mean is that there’s a way bigger incentive to look forward to festivals/contests if the reward from them is something super useful that you can’t get anywhere else! Princess Maker 2 had a similar sort of thing, because money was really hard to make and the prize from a single tournement could fund like four months of combat classes! So whatever these rewards are gonna be, they should be like that and be a big boost that can help power-level your charries. Maybe even a x2 multiplier on experience for a particular stat, until january next year? or maybe this is how training gyms level up, instead of having exp? your fame rises in the tourney and you’re able to buy better equipment! Oh, and maybe the non-combat festivals could give a reward of a big relationship boost with certain characters? Gotta impress all the potential dates with your pie-baking skills! (pie may also contain dates)

* Also there totally needs to be a beauty pageant or fashion show or something. I know in real life there’s barely any of those for men, but this is a fantasy world so we can just say this town’s mayor is Damn Cool! And also it goes without saying that we’re gonna indulge the fantasy of having an unbiased set of judges that aren’t racist or homophobic or pedophiliac or anorexia obsessed or.. well, real life has a LOT of problems that games don’t have to emulate, lol. So yeah! This lil town in jrpgland has a big ol fancy fashion contest and it’s a fun event for everyone! Enjoy making mr grizzled warrior protagonist look cute as hell! * Basically this but What If It Wasn’t A Joke Seriously I hate seeing stuff like that on memes about being progressive, when it was clear within the context of the show that kids were meant to laugh at that male character wearing dresses. Man I was SO damn happy when Steven Universe subverted that trope and had an end of episode twist be Steven crossdressing and loving it and everyone is like ‘wow classic steven’ and cheering for him. Also they didn’t force the socially anxious girl to sing on stage! Generally a great episode for breaking tropes! So yeah more like Basically This But Basically This Man I forgot how much that ending makes me grin, holy shit! It probably doesn’t have the same factor out of context, but just it makes me so happy to have a flash forward and we see Sadie still singing the song, just offstage. So we get to know that even if this whole experience was ruined for her, she hasn’t given up on her dreams, and she’s way more confident with singing in front of other people even if she isn’t ready for singing with strangers. I love her and Steven’s friendship so much, seriously! its such a good big sister sort of thing, and this episode was great for showing steven stepping up to protect her but like.. not in any sort of cliche macho way. By winning back the crowd with a fab dress! * So yeah anyway Where Was I Before I Got Offtopic Lol It won’t be a crossdressing-only pageant or anything, but it’ll be a unisex fashion show and I’m not gonna include any form of homophobic nonsense from real world fashion industry. And I wanna give loads of options so the player can pick whatever they prefer, and I’m writing this character as the sort of dude who would love all of them! Dark antihero trenchcoats are cool but what about also PASTEL LOLITA TOP HATS * Maybe could have gameplay similar to the gen 4 version of Pokemon Contests? With the multiple judges! In those games the judges were all identical and it was just ‘don’t pick the same judge twice’, here it could be more like the three judges have different tastes and you have to coordinate your style and performance to get as many points as you can. Do you gamble it all on super-impressing one judge, or make an unconventional combo outfit that can bank medium level points with everyone? And like maybe the cooking contest could have the same sort of gameplay, cos that’s another festival where you could say the judges could have different tastes. Also maybe friend characters have a random chance of appearing as a judge! You wouldn’t get any bonus points tho, cos they’d get kicked off if they cheated on your behalf. But maybe you can get a relationship points boost if you appeal to them? So it could be like a temptation to risk losing the contest but unlock a new romance scene with your sweetheart. THE POWER OF PIE!

* Other various festivals I have really liked in various cute town time games: * Stardew Valley’s easter egg hunt! * Rune Factory’s weird snowball fight but with turnips instead! * Parents giving you money on new years was also a thing in rune factory, and I’m pretty sure that’s based on a real thing in some country? Was it china? Your culture rules, dudes! * Also its in a lot of games cos its celebrated in japan, but I wish we celebrated it here too! The two day valentines! Seriously I way prefer the idea of having one day where one half of the couple gives a gift and then a later day where the other person gives one back in return. And its less commercialized, they even still make homemade chocolates in that country! Damn i’d love to try doing that someday! (not necessarily for a valentines thing, just in general it seems fun) Maybe could have a fun fantasy variant where people give something different instead of chocolates? or if the conditions for the two different days were different? like instead of the girl valentine and the boy valentine its.. I dunno... a day celebrating some famous social class busting couple so its meant to be for rich people hitting on commoners and vice versa? A bit of a halloween aspect where you’re allowed to do stuff that’s normally frowned upon, free of judgment. (It was like that in puritan times when people were all ‘burn the witch!’ and all) Also I like that japanese valentines has ‘honmei and giri’- chocolates for actual crushes, but you can also give them to friends and family! More holidays need to be an excuse for friend gifts! (also those are really catchy names for such a thing)

* Speaking of which, maybe I could throw in some festivals from my home country? Mostly britain has similar holidays to america with a few missing, but there’s a few ones unique to the different regions which are pretty fun. I don’t know a lot about all of them but here’s some of the ones we have in my are, Wales! * Guy Fawkes’s Day. Official day for hella fireworks! Tho people also do them at christmas and halloween, and this holiday is right in the middle so DEAR GOD I’ve been dealing with my noisy neighbours constantly exploding stuff for three months. Give it a break, guys! The story behind this holiday is actually kinda interesting though, we set off fireworks to celebrate some villainous guy who tried to bomb a castle once and everyone tied him to a tree and set him on fire. There’s even a kids’s song about this weird morbid old thing! “remember remember the fifth of november, the gunpowder treason and plot, i see no reason the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot” Also its my american friend’s birthday, which is funny cos apparantly my birthday is an american holiday too! O+O * Eisteddfod, which is like.. literally a stat testing festival in real life?? Like yknow how you have sports festivals in school, well this is that but for like.. brain. Brain sprints. In mythology the Welsh were basically the Bard class of britain, we have loads of folk heros who are like.. literally able to poetry and then your brain explodes. So poems, songs, and novels are valued a lot here, and this is the biggest day of the school schedule because of it! Everyone gets to dress in ye olden style fancy dress costumes and enter best poem/short story/painting/whatever contests, and it is SURPRISINGLY AWESOME!!! like.. everything is done with MAXIMUM HAM. M A X I M U MMMM There is no amount of hyperbole when I say that the school carves their own wooden throne and there’s a public crowning ceremony for the kids who win. This is a literal actual thing that happens once annually in every school forever. Its called the Chairing Of The Bard! And I won it once when I was 11 or so and it was both the best and worst thing ever, like holy shit i was SO terrified having to stand up in front of 300 people and put on an even more silly costume on silly costumes day... Oh and another strange thing that is actually real! School houses! like in harry potter! Its generally for younger kids tho, its like 100% of all primary schools (grade schools) and then like 1/3rd of high schools? Also the names of the houses are up to the school to decide, but for some reason they almost always seem to be red, yellow, blue and green. In my primary school they were just named for cities in wales, and I always found it really annoying that I didn’t get in Caerdydd house when the school was literally IN Caerdydd! * Also unrelated but I looked up my old high school on google and I’m surprised that so many of the same teachers are still working there seven years later! I’m so happy that some of them got promoted!

* And other miscellaneous festival ideas!!!

* You know what i fuckin love? That nonsense fantasy trope of having to fight thru a giant dungeon and get like the rare crystal feather of the fuckface bird or else you can’t marry the king’s daughter. Its even more weird and weirdly endearing when its just like.. AN EVERYONE. Eveyr marriage. Everywhere. How the fuck do these people actually survive if they have to do this five times a year?? So yeah, I think that’d be a really cool wedding festival to have as like.. a sign of this town being badass, lol But also make it less of a law, cos its not as fun if people are being forced to die on mount terror, yknow? its just a tradition that developed cos of some great adventurer in ye olden times, and goofy bastards dare each other to attempt it as the equivelant of a batchelor’s party. You don’t have to, plenty of people just make faux feather ornaments to propose to their loved one. But it’s considered a powerful good luck blessing to pull off the legendary adventure! Like only one couple every decade manages to do it, and you get a big town festival to make your special day even better! And people won’t be mad if you fail, it’s still a fun bit of entertainment for the townsfolk and a good excuse for Secondary Tradition: We All Get Drunk Instead So yeah, gameplay wise this would mean you have an option to do this festival or not. But it’s gonna be the hardest minigame of all, so don’t come unprepared! Alternatively you can either buy or make your own proposal ornament, and do things the less adventurey way. * Probably different batchelor/ettes would like different things? like Blair is an adventurer herself so of course she’ll go nuts for the traditional feather hunt. And she’d really hate the expensive ornament, cos she’s a down to earth gal who works hard to scrape together enough income in the inn to look after her lil sister. She’d get pissed off at you wasting so much on her, like wtf if you’d bought me a nice sturdy set of furniture that’d be way more useful! (Tho she’s a bit of an outlier and generally most people will at least be flattered by the fancy stuff, even if its not their favourite.) * Oh, and maybe you could actually do the feather festival together?? I actually didn’t think of that, I was just going 100% with the cliche of dude having to do some crazy quest to marry a girl. But it would be a way better test of your luck as a couple if you did it as a couple! That could be SO cool, just the two of you climbing a badass mountain and beating up monsters all lovey dovey~! And it could make the minigame entirely unique on each route, cos each character would have different roles in battle. Most of them aren’t adventurers by trade like Blair, so you could be fighting alongside a mage or a support character. Maybe one of them is actually a weakass that you need to protect? Tho I mean it would be bad to categorize one character as the least enjoyable version of the minigame. So maybe its like one character becomes that in one particular situation, and that’s the sign that you’re getting their Normal Ending instead of the Golden Ending? Someone who has some sort of doubts or a secret they’re keeping, which limits their ability here. Possibly Mortimer? Cos in his case it would be exceptionally hard not to reveal his secret in battle! And I dunno, maybe he tells the protagonist the secret before they get married, and the writing is just framed so that the player never knows but the protagonist does. Now go do his golden ending if you wanna learn more! * I like morty a lot. He’s ended up the most developed even though he’s the most recent character I added, lol!

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glaceontea · 8 years ago

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Fluffy/Romantic Prompts

(Okay, so, I really wanted to write some fluffy shiz, so I made a list of fluffy/romantic prompts from other lists, which I’ll credit at the end of this one) Send in a number and a ship, and I’ll write a drabble/fic around it!

“Come skip rocks with me.”

“You’re cute when you’re worried.”

“You’re really hot, shame about the personality.”

“I told you not to get me anything”  “And I’m smart enough to know that meant get you something.”

“You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to go out?”

“That’s a lot of orange.” 

“I’m not taking down the Christmas tree!”

“You have something in your hair - let me get it for you.”

“Hm? Oh, sorry. I couldn’t help but stare at you.”

“You’re really soft.”

“You smell nice.”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You know how to dance? I can teach you.”

“Your boyfriend is standing outside like in those cheesy romantic movies.”

“I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”

“Well, this is awkward..”

“Why do I need one day to tell you I love you? That should be everyday.” 

“That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for not getting me chocolates.

“Roses are expensive, so I got you this instead” *gets down on one knee*

 “Well, tell her I said ‘suck it’.” 

“But why are there so many ducks?!“

“Um, would it be okay if I held your hand?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“She ain’t your typical ‘good girl’, man.”

“You come to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Sorry, have we met?”

“Awww, you asked me to be your valentine.”

“You like my dress?”  “I’m gonna like it a lot more later, when you take it off.”

 “What, are you part of the blue man group or something?”

 “I don’t like your hair, it’s in the way.” 

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“God, just ask him/her/them out already!”

“I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

“I will always be there protect you.”

“I’m cold. Come closer.”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine. I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

“Is it possible to love too much?”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“I really love holding you, darling.”

“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her/them I said that about him/her/them!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.”

“I’m so in love with him/her/them, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

“Come cuddle with me?”

“You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“You look beautiful…More than usual, I mean.”

“I should be home by now, but seeing a face like yours in this bar got me distracted.”

“We’ll be together ‘till the end of time.”

“I meant it when I said I love you all those years ago, and I mean it now.”

“I’m coming home, baby.”

“I stood in hell and stared the devil in the eyes, but you scare the shit outta me when you’re angry.”

“I can’t fall in love with you, I won’t!”

“You’re mine, and I don’t share.”

“I can’t do this without you.”

“You did what?!”

“Pfft, I’m not jealous.”

“I’m a big girl/boy, I can handle it myself.”

“I’m way out of your league”

“Love’s overrated.”

“Fuck, I think I caught feelings.”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Can you guys just kiss already?”

“Christ, put some clothes on!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be the part where we kiss?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You’re so fucking adorable.”

“So, are you guys dating or?”

“Have you seen my jacket?”

“All these new feelings are scaring me.”

“I’m warning you, nothing sappy.”  “Is that a joke…because last year when I made breakfast in bed, you spilled the syrup.”

“I love you.”  “I love you too.”  “I know.”

“Is Valentine’s Day different now that we have a baby?”  “No, because you’ve always been my baby.”

“Dinner by candle light, what did I do to deserve this?”

 “To infinity and the yard!”

 “It’s a nice dress but you’re a loon.”

 “Are you hitting on me?”

 “Would you like a cookie?”

“You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Are you tired? Here, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

“I’m not much of a chef, but… I really hope you like this.”

“Sorry for calling so late - I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“I need you more than you need me.”

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.��

“The truth is… I love you.”

“You like me more than you like them, right? Right?”

“Be mine. Please.”

“I am who I am because of you.”

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.”

“Wait, don’t pull away - I want to hug you for awhile longer.”

“Ah- I adore your laugh.”

“Stop that, it tickles!”

“Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?”

“I don’t want to get up… I’m so warm beside you.”

“You’re so intoxicating to me.”

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”

“You’re just so wonderful.”

“S-Stop looking at me like that! You’re making me blush…”

“Are you tired? Rest in your head in my lap.”

“I want to be more than just friends with you.”

“Fuck it - do you wanna get married?”

“Your smile is beyond gorgeous… please, keep doing it.”

“Whenever we’re together, I feel at home.”

“Will you say you love me? Pleeease?”

“Wait, don’t go! Can’t you stay the night?”

“Wow - you look… amazing.”

*Puts hands over eyes from behind* "Guess whooo?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!”

“I want to go on a date! I demand it!”

“We just met, this is crazy, I’m referencing a song… but call me maybe?”

“What? No! I wasn’t staring… I-I was looking at something behind you!”

“Do you want some? Here, open your mouth… I’ll feed you some!”

“It’s been a long day… here, let me give you a massage.”

“Is it alright if I call you princess?”

“It’s not like I like you or anything! … Okay, well- maybe I do.”

“I think you’re perfect. Even with your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

“That was barely even a kiss! Do it again - please?”

“What? No. I wasn’t aiming for your hand. I was reaching for the, uh- popcorn.”

“I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

"The stars look especially lovely tonight.”

“I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”

“May I have this dance?”

“You’ll never feel alone with me by your side.”

“Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”

“All I want is you.”

“I could never leave you, I love you too much!”

“A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

“I want to hear you sing.”

“I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”

“You look incredible in that.”

“He/She/They're quite stunning, isn’t/aren't he/she/they?”

“Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I think I’m in love.”

“I’d like it if you stayed.

"People are jerks, but not you.”

“I’ll share the blankets with you.”

“I have never felt this way about anyone.”

“I want this to never end…”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”

“Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”

“Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”

“There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight.”

“Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud.”

“I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”

“Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer.”

“My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on.”

“IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH.”

“I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding.”

“I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?”

“I beat you at Mario Kart and now you’re banishing me to the couch for the night?”

"I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?”

“I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays.”

“Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it’s okay?”

“I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’”

“We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years.”

“We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home.”

"I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! ”

“I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes.”

“Sh…they’re asleep.”

“I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint.”

“Mondays are your diaper days.”

“Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me.”

“Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone.”

“I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy.”

“What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?”

“Mm…your kid before five in the morning.”

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?”

“So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?”

“I think we should have another.”

“Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?”

“Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed.”

“…They just grow up so fast.”

“Just get in the fucking blanket fort.”

“I’d appreciate it if you'd stop being so cute and would just let me work.”

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