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thatmultifandomhoe · 4 years ago

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It’s You

Pairing: Changkyun and Reader

Group: Monsta X

Word Count: 7,433

Genre/Rating: Valentine’s Day AU - Quarantine AU - Friends to Lovers AU - Fluff - Angst - PG-13

Overview: The last thing you planned to do was celebrate Valentine’s Day. Being single on a holiday that glorified love, especially during a pandemic, was the perfect sign to stay at home to guarantee avoiding having a broken heart. Especially when Changkyun, the one who held it, seemed to have plans of his own.

Warning: Mention of past unrequited love and having a broken heart - swearing -

A/N: Happy - early - Valentine’s Day sweet peas! And yes, Changkyun from Monsta X was the winner of the “Who Do You Want to Spend Valentine’s day With,” and I had so much fun working on this piece. I’m personally not a fan of the holiday - for reasons you’ll read below - but I hope that those of y’all who do celebrate have a happy Valentine’s day, and I hope that y’all enjoy this piece and get all the chocolate that you want this year!

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“Are you okay?”

Glancing over at the cell phone that was propped up on the dresser, you raised an eyebrow at the black screen. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You do know what day it is, right?”

Fingers pausing, you pressed your lips together, staring down at the button of the black jeans you had been in the middle of putting on. You had known what day it was when you went to turn off the alarm that had set for that morning. It had been painfully obvious, and as the pre-recorded song of birds chirping increased in volume, you had stared at the date for longer than you normally do.

February fourteenth.

Valentine’s Day.

“I’ve only been awake for an hour,” you said, stepping towards the closet for a shirt. It had been a miracle that Changkyun had called instead of his preferred method of randomly video calling. While it was true, you had been up for an hour, you had only started moving about to get on with the day about five minutes ago. And currently you were only wearing pants and a black lacy bra. Although, knowing him, he wouldn’t have complained.

There was rustling on his end and the clinking of a spoon hitting a glass. “I know, but I just wanted to make sure. You seemed pretty upset the other day.”

“It’s not that I’m upset…” You slipped your head through the hole of a black smocked square blouse with red flowers printed on it, adjusting the top so it sat properly. “I just...don’t like the holiday.”

Which was putting it mildly. It was more than a dislike, but as you went to look in the mirror to make sure there weren’t any tags sticking out, you silently thanked him for calling. You never hated Valentine’s Day. At its core, it was rather a sweet concept, one that year after year, a part of you hoped that maybe you’d be able to have someone to enjoy the holiday with. But after years of being single on the most romantic day, and having it ruined by dates turned sour, more often than not a dark cloud hovered overhead while you tried to simply get through the day.

You tried to find some spin on it to turn it around. Starting tomorrow and for the next week, chocolate was going to be anywhere from fifty to seventy-percent off. Sales were always fantastic no matter what the reason was. There were only so many chocolate hearts that you were capable of eating though.

“Why are you calling so early?” You said, turning the conversation back to him. It made sense why you were up – even on a Sunday there was always work to be done – for him to be awake before noon, that caused a bit of worry.

“Ah,” there was a thump that echoed on the call like he had dropped his phone, his voice sounding distant. “I have some things to get done today.”

“Yeah, but it’s nine in the morning. I thought you weren’t even coherent before noon.”

Changkyun forced out a laugh and you lightly smiled, gathering your hair into a bun before carrying him into the kitchen. Even though it was a simple phone call and was a bit distorted, it did nothing to dull the fluttering going on by the butterflies in your stomach. His lazy grin came to mind, and only ten minutes into the hour and you were smiling like a fool while stirring your coffee.

That was another reason why you weren’t entirely fond of the holiday. The entire day was dedicated to love, to telling someone that you love them, and here you were, having fallen for your friend and yet you refused to tell him. It was hard to pinpoint when these feelings began, but it was possible that they had been growing since the day you two met.

There was no doubt that you were a workaholic, always feeling weird if you bummed around for more than a few hours, so it made sense that on the rare day off that you took, something had to crash it. You had been indulging in some binge watching of your precious Inuyasha when your phone lit up with an incoming video call from Messenger. Immediately you had been hesitant. None of your friends ever video messaged you since unlike them, your cell was an android.

You hadn’t planned to answer him. Not only did you not recognize the name, or his picture - despite how attractive he appeared - but you didn’t normally answer requests from strangers. With that in mind and mildly annoyed in having to pause the episode, you were ready to hit decline and be on with the day. Except, you were a dumb ass, and hit accept by accident.

Turns out he had meant to call someone else and had been equally shocked when you answered. In fact, he had been less than classy upon seeing you in instead of his friend, the words, ‘oh, fuck me,’ slipping out before he could stop himself.

In normal circumstances, you might have rolled your eyes, or told him to go fuck himself, but it had been six months into the pandemic and he was the first new person that you had met in a while.

“I don’t usually fuck strangers,” you had said instead, not missing the way his eyebrow rose and how his mouth curled upwards in a smile. “But if you wanna buy me a grinder and have it delivered to my place; I might eventually be persuaded.”

There had been a tense moment, but when he let out a breathless chuckle, somehow you knew that you were in the safe zone. Turns out, the two of you had a friend in common who he had meant to call, but he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing and accidentally clicked on your profile. The call only lasted for a few more minutes before Changkyun apologized and with an awkward wave, ended it. You stared at his profile picture and next thing you knew, you were scrolling through his pictures, oohing upon finding an old one of him with silver hair and an eyebrow piercing.

A couple hours later, there was a knock at your door and after slipping on a mask, you were greeted with a delivery man that looked no older than sixteen, announcing that he had a grinder for you. Before you could say that you hadn’t ordered anything, he promised that it had already been paid for, tip included. Not one to turn down free food, you accepted it, and saw the note that was taped to the paper bag.

I’m not a weirdo I promise. Jooheon passed along your address, and I’m not about to let someone go hungry. From, a friendly stranger who hit the wrong button.

There was no second guessing on your part. You pulled his profile back up and hit the video button, only having to wait a few seconds before his face filled the screen, locks of black hair falling across his forehead as he ruffled it up.

“Did you seriously send me a grinder?”

“You sounded hungry.”

There was a brief pause, and suddenly you were giggling, shoulders shaking as you sat down on a chair, his own deep chuckles joining in not long after. It was odd, but after that – and after confirming with Jooheon to make sure he wasn’t a creep, which you were assured he wasn’t – the two of you fell into the habit of video chatting. Some days there was nothing to say. With the pandemic raging on and everything closed, it was nice to have someone simply be there after all this time.

Fast forward five months later, the pandemic had only grown worse, and not only had Changkyun proven to be a good friend, but he managed to worm his way into your heart.

“What about you,” Changkyun suddenly asked. “You’re not actually working today, are you? Forget the holiday, it’s Sunday.”

Rolling your eyes, you went back to the bedroom with the black coffee in one hand, and him in the other. “Not all day. I have a few graphics that I want to finish up or it’ll bug me. Should only take a few hours to do.”

“Only a few hours,” he teased. “I’m willing to bet you’ll still be working tonight.”

“Will not.”

“Will too.”

“Not.”

His end grew silent, and he suddenly cleared his throat. “We’ll see about that.”

There was something about that sentence that stopped you from entering the password to your computer. Glancing away from the screen, you stared at Changkyun’s picture, wondering why his voice had softened when he had said that, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“What is it that you have to do?” You found yourself asking him again, not looking at the keys as you logged into your laptop, the bleeding hearts screensaver appearing as the icons loaded one by one.

“Just some…stuff. I’ll probably be off my phone most of the day.”

“Oh.”

With the amount of phone calls and video chats the two of you had, it had become normal to hear from him a couple times throughout the day. The text chat was filled with various memes, emojis, and conversations that ranged from how much is too much fabric softener? - all the way to late night conversations involving stories about crazy exes, to insecurities, dreams you’ve always wanted to do, and whether or not the world would ever go back to the normal that you both had known prior to March 2020.

Wetting your lips, you leaned back against the desk chair and cradled the mug in both hands. “Well, have fun with whatever you’re doing,” you said, keeping your voice light so he wouldn’t notice the shift in your mood.

It was suddenly so obvious why he wasn’t saying what he had to do. With the holiday approaching, Changkyun had asked if you had any plans for how to spend the day, and with that came your explanation for why you weren’t overly fond of this particular day. The blind dates that ended terribly and being single had been part of the reason why, but there was one particular instance from the past that was determined to ruin Valentines every year for you.

In all the years, there was one person that you had confessed to on Valentines. Jungkook was someone you considered a friend, but you had only told him the truth to get him to shut up about his girlfriend. Up until that afternoon she had been the ex that, from your understanding, despised being in the same room as him anymore. According to him, she showed up at his place with the usual, ‘I miss you,’ and ‘let’s try again,’ and somehow that all managed to lead to wild and hot passionate sex that was, ‘insanely good.’

If only that had been it.

Whether Jungkook got caught up in reliving the moment and forgot who he was talking to, he gave you a play by play of their reunion. From the way she arrived at his door, to the way she felt around him, he told every detail all while you were on the other end of the phone, fingers twisted and tugging at your hair as you sat on the floor of your childhood bedroom. On all the days, the last thing you wanted to hear was your crush talking about having to move to the living room because his bedroom reeked from all their fucking.

The conversation didn’t last much longer, thank god, but you hadn’t been able to grieve because in the other room mom’s voice could be heard as she talked about her day at work. Instead, you forced back the tears and it took everything to not break down when she smiled and handed you an orange teddy bear holding a red heart that said I love you, along with a bag of Lindt chocolates. She was unaware, and while everyone slept, you buried your face into a couple pillows to muffle the sounds of your crying. You were only eighteen and yet you swore your heart collapsed in on itself before exploding into a million glass shards.

“That fucking dick,” Changkyun had said when you told him.

The screen had been bright as the two of you video chatted, and you rubbed your eyes, tired but not ready to go to sleep. He had been doing the rounds of locking up and shutting off the lights while you spoke, only wearing a thin pair black and blue flannel pants. At least he held the phone pretty leveled so you weren’t forced to stare at his torso, but there had been several times where you found your gaze lingering on his muscular body.

“I mean,” you ran a hand through your hair, shrugging as he looked back at you. “It happens to everyone.”

Changkyun frowned though. “No,” he said, his voice gentle but firm at the same time. “No, it doesn’t. And that shouldn’t have happened to you.”

Blinking, you forced the memory away, shifting in your seat to get comfortable once again. Just because you didn’t enjoy the holiday, or didn’t have anyone to spend it with, didn’t mean that was the case with Changkyun. Why else would he be reluctant to say what his plans were? He was probably just being nice and didn’t want to appear like he was rubbing salt into an old wound that refused to heal.

“Hey,” Changkyun’s voice softened again, and as much as you knew you shouldn’t, you wished that he was here, in the apartment with you for him to hold you. “It’s still early in the morning. For all you know, there’s a Mr. Right, who’s going to stumble into your path today.”

You scoffed, the clicking of your mouse echoing in the bedroom. “I mean, I don’t have plans to go out.”

“Surprises can happen you know.”

“Alright Changkyun,” now that the internet was up, you glanced back at the phone. “I gotta get to work. Stay safe out there.”

“Always am. Talk to you later.”

“Bye.”

There was a pause, and when you looked back over, the call was still going. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for either of you to leave it going while doing work, the silence was never awkward, it was more comforting than anything, but this time there was a sense of something being left un–

“You look pretty today,” Changkyun said suddenly.

Blinking, your fingers tightened around the mouse as your heart raced. “What? You can’t even see me Changkyun.”

“So?”

“I could be wearing my pajamas for all you know,” your voice faltered, and despite the constriction of wearing jeans, you pulled your legs up on to the chair to hug them to your chest.

“I’ve already seen you in your pajamas,” he joked. “You’re still pretty though.”

He was smiling. You knew for certain that he was, and that made your palms turn clammy, forcing you to wipe them against the pant leg.

“Maybe I’m not, wearing clothes?” Internally you slapped yourself, instantly regretting those words, and perhaps your entire existence at this point. It was still early. Instead of work, maybe you could possibly bury yourself under all the blankets and never answer his phone calls again.

Hearing shuffling coming from the phone, you pressed your lips together, not entirely sure if you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Are you trying to keep me from my plans today?” His voice deepened and if it weren’t for the fact that you were already sitting down, you were certain that you’d be on the floor.

“No, I’m just stupid,” you blurted out, slamming your hand over your mouth.

Changkyun chuckled, and suddenly the phone seemed closer to him because his voice became clearer. “I think you’re trying to seduce me.”

Oh god. No. It was absolutely the other way around. He was the one who had the advantage on his side, between the lip bites and the selfies he sent that captured his jawline that was perfect to cut glass with. Whether it was his godly features, or when the two of you were video chatting and he rolled onto his stomach and face planted himself into the pillow, you fell for him every time.

“Know what?” You rushed to say, ignoring his laughter. “I have work and you have things to do. Stay safe, and I’ll talk to you later. Bye!”

There was no hesitation. This time you slammed your finger on the end call button and for extra measure, tossed it away and on the bed, letting it disappear among the sea of messy blankets.

Shakily sighing, you slid further down in the chair as the edge of the desk pinned your legs to your chest to keep from falling to the ground. He had never said anything like that before. Sure, there were times where he’d see you do something or when you’d ramble on about a show or work, he’d might say cute, but that always felt like an afterthought.

“Damn it Changkyun,” you said, glaring at where you had thrown the phone and hating the fact that his words kept circling around your mind, making you feel incredibly warmer than you had been ten minutes earlier. Hating that while he was probably going to be on a date with some pretty girl who was worth his time, you were at home, working on a Sunday, wishing that the guy you hadn’t even met in person was here and telling you that in-between kisses.

You ran a hand over your face with a groan, fingers of course getting caught in the bun briefly as you sat up. There was work to be done, and with a click of the mouse, the programs you needed quickly opened up. It was fairly easy, and if you focused, would only take an hour, maybe even less to get done. But with Changkyun on the brain, all you wanted to do was curl back up under the messy blankets and daydream about him. About what it would be like to hug him, to hear his voice in person, and perhaps, spend a Valentine’s day with someone who wouldn’t let you down.

That wasn’t going to happen though. It was a daydream and nothing more.

Lacing your fingers together, you quickly turned them inward, groaning in satisfaction at the loud crack that emitted from the joints. Outside the window that the desk was placed in front of, the sun had already begun its descent for the night. The sky was painted in splashes of orange with lazy clouds slipping in, the remaining bits of blue falling steadily behind.

Despite what Changkyun had predicted, he was only partially correct. With him swimming freely in your mind, you had been distracted, lost in a hazy daydream that made it impossible to focus on the graphics that you were trying to finish up. More often than not you stepped away from the desk, feet guiding you to the other room or in small twirls with the faintest lovesick smile. It was impossible to get anything done. So, you said fuck it. It was Sunday after all, and you weren’t expected to have those scheduled to be posted for a few days. Where was the harm in having one day to yourself? One with no work whatsoever to stress you out?

With work out of the way and having no other plans, another cup of coffee had been made and in the spirit of the holiday, your gaze had lingered on the makeup that sat on the dresser. Most of it had gone unused as the weeks melted into months. Tubes of lipstick and eye shadow palettes once loved had been forgotten about, and as you recalled, the brushes that you typically forgot to clean had been washed out of pure boredom. It was with new motivation that you grabbed a majority of the collection and hopped onto the counter in the bathroom, music playing from a playlist filled with songs from your younger years that held nostalgia, and simply played around with the colors.

By the time you were done, an hour had gone by, and you gained two cut creases with glitter, contoured cheeks, painted your lips, and looked like you were ready to go out for a date out in the city to be wined and dined. Instead, you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and slid into the kitchen with plans to see what frozen meal the freezer had to offer. If anything, it had the bare bones of a date. The location? Your couch. The hot leading man? Most likely the main character from whatever show you finally decided on after you gave a good scroll through Netflix. All you needed was utter disappointment and it could be considered a success.

You were torn between making the decision for frozen lasagna or chicken Alfredo, but a sudden and loud knock at the door stopped you. Eyebrows pulling in confusion, you carefully set the food on the counter, taking a moment to slip on the mask that you left hanging on the doorknob for situations like this. Not that they occurred often. With the exception of having food delivered, once the world realized that this pandemic wasn’t just a simple flu and doctors encouraged people to stay home, you hadn’t invited anyone over. It was lonely, and you missed your friends and family greatly, but this wasn’t a situation to take lightly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, opening the door once the fabric mask was securely on. “I think you might have the wrong…”

And you stopped. Stopped talking and stared. Stared at the man leaning against your door frame, wearing a black as ink suit jacket, a pristine white button up shirt was tucked into matching black pants, with the top several buttons undone to reveal a tanned and toned chest that you knew he took pride in considering all the gym selfies he sent. The black fabric mask he wore hid most of his face, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled together.

“I think I’m right where I’m supposed to be,” Changkyun said, his deep voice sounding better in real life than you had expected, and dreamed of.

He pushed off of the frame and it was then that you noticed the things in his hands. In the left, was a plastic bag stuffed with packaged containers, and in the right…in his right wrapped in pink tissue paper was a bouquet of red and pink carnations with babies’ breath mixed in. There had to be at least a dozen, perhaps a baker’s dozen, if not a few extra.

There were no words. After all the books you consumed to pass the time, articles you searched for work, and even countless texts sent to friends, everything escaped you at that very moment because he was here. He was actually here and standing in front of you.

“I know you said you haven’t had anyone over since this started. But I got tested a couple days ago, came back negative, and we’ve both been working from home this entire time so if you want…” Changkyun lifted the bag he held into view and this time, you could see that even though it was triple bagged, you were able to make a red dragon printed on the cartons. “I have Chinese food, and I’m willing to bet that Netflix has something for us to watch. If you’re not comfortable though that’s fine. I have plenty of food that we can—”

Except he didn’t get to finish what he was saying before you tugged him into the apartment by his arm. Immediately, your arms wound their way around his waist and you pressed your face into his chest, tightly hugging him.

“It’s you,” you said, feeling his right arm carefully rest on your back to hold you close, all while being mindful of the flowers that he was carrying.

There was a soft chuckle from above as he laid his head on top of yours. “It’s good to finally see you too.”

Smiling, your arms tightened around him once more before you stepped backwards, letting him enter the apartment completely. “You didn’t have to bring flowers you know.”

“And show up empty handed?”

You gestured towards the table for him to set the food down, taking the flowers and going to the sink. “You bought Chinese food. That more than would have made up for no flowers.” But while the vase filled with water and you trimmed the stems, gently adding them in one by one, there was a warmth spreading within your chest that came right from the heart, even more so when he chuckled. The only people to ever buy you flowers on Valentine’s day were your parents.

Like always, the silence that followed felt natural. The only difference was that you were aware that Changkyun was moving around in the kitchen with you, getting plates and silverware out without having to ask where things were because he had seen you do the same thing countless times before while video chatting. You just never thought he was actually paying attention.

When they were all in the vase, you tossed the ends in the trash and turned around, only to see that once again, he was watching you.

“Why are you staring?”

Changkyun shrugged, running a hand through his hair as the black locks fell right back into his eyes. “I was right.”

Tilting your head, you walked over to the table and set the vase in the center. You were already so close to him, but he leaned his head down, the black fabric of his mask brushing against the top of your ear.

“That you look pretty,” he said softly. “And it’s not because of the makeup. I had a feeling you might dress up today; you look beautiful.”

The air that you had been breathing was instantly stolen, and when you made the mistake of looking up at him, you realized just how close the two of you were. If it weren’t for the masks you both wore…

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” you teased, trying to not glance at where his lips would be. “You’re a lot taller than messenger video makes you out to be.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. Straightening up, Changkyun slipped his suit jacket off and set it on the back of a chair to undo the buttons on his cuffs, taking the time to roll each sleeve up to his elbows. “You’re meaner in person.”

Good god. You knew that he worked out, but damn. Maybe not for the first couple weeks, eventually Changkyun fell into the habit of sending selfies while he was working out at the gym. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, but seeing his tanned arms and the white sleeve making its way up to his elbow, it sparked the butterflies and gave them a newfound fluttering energy.

“Do you wanna eat or not?” Not thinking of it, you reached up to unhook the elastic from around your ears, removing the mask and setting it back on the counter. With a glance up at him, you saw him raise an eyebrow before he mimicked your movements to take off his own mask, revealing the jaw that tempted your daydreams in more ways than you wished.

He smiled, and you handed him his plate and together, the two of you fixed up heaping plates of Chinese food, using the concept of needing to eat to distract yourself. Everything was still hot and as you settled on the couch, steam curled its way up into the air.

“Were you able to get your secret plans done today?” You asked, glancing over at him while Netflix loaded up on the TV screen.

“Why are you so interested in what I had to do?” He was focused on the dumpling that he held with the chopsticks, not meeting your gaze at all.

It wasn’t that you meant to be focused on that. But he had acted so suspicious on the phone earlier, and now he was here, having dinner in your apartment with enough Chinese food to cost a small fortune, along with sixteen carnations – yes, you counted while cutting them – on Valentine’s Day. There had been no warning, and as much as you wanted to believe that he was here for more than a friendly drop in, the idea of him having been on a date earlier in the day and was here to talk about it, about the possible other girl, killed the butterflies. You had already been through this once, you didn’t want to go through it again. Not with him.

Scrolling through the list of suggestions, you didn’t notice Changkyun looking over at you, or the way his face softened. His fingers tightened around the chopsticks and he leaned back against the cushion.

“What’s that one about?” He nodded towards one of the movies that was in the watch again section.

You raised an eyebrow, scrolling over to it. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve never seen Love Actually?”

“If I did, would I have asked what it’s about?”

Unable to stop yourself, an undignified sound escaped you as you wildly gestured with the remote. “How? It’s like the sweetest romance, Christmas movie ever. They play it every year. It even has Liam Neeson, the man promising to find and kill everyone, as a sweet dad who doesn’t kill anyone! That alone is a true Christmas miracle by itself.”

The thought of him being with someone else dissipated at the sound of his laughter. Even caught up in the excitement of this particular movie, you couldn’t stop the smile that grew. No matter what, even in real life or over video, you always found yourself grinning the second he laughed or smiled. He was without a doubt contagious, in the best way possible.

“What are you waiting for?” He said, gesturing towards the screen with the chopsticks, shoulders relaxing at the sight of your smile and apparent joy for the film. One that he had in fact, seen a few times over the years. “Press play.”

There was no hesitation. You were determined to culture him in what you deemed to be a classic in romance films. So, as you comfortably settled in, belly growing full of warm and delicious food, you once again missed Changkyun’s wide smile. It was the kind of grin that no matter what he did, or how serious he tried to be, simply wouldn’t go away.

The empty dinner plates sat long forgotten about on the coffee table as another movie played, this one involving an action pack fight scene with aliens in New York City. Hours had passed since Changkyun arrived at your door, and despite it growing late and Valentine’s Day was nearing its end, his polished shoes were unlaced and tossed on the floor. A wine bottle had been opened up, and you sat much closer to him to share a blanket with him. You were blaming it on the wine for being so bold because when he stretched an arm on the back of the couch, you didn’t think twice about gently leaning your head against it.

You couldn’t even really blame it on the wine. It was the first glass for both of you, and you were a slow drinker, so you were as sober as a newborn lamb at the moment.

It was just like when the two of you would video chat with the same movie on, but so much better. Having him here, you were noticing the smallest things that you’d miss when on the phone. At the base of his neck was a small mole that you never realized he had, or that he was wearing two thin silver chains – a pair that, now that you thought about it, he never went without. Behind you, he’d occasionally rub his fingers together and the metal of his bracelet would lightly clink against itself. With the few glances that you stole, his attention was solely on the movie and his jaw appeared to be pressed together.

Feeling a sudden weight, you turned to see him settling his arm around your shoulders. His wrist was now hanging over your arm, and it took all your willpower to not reach up with a free hand to lace your fingers loosely with his. When you glanced back up at him, he was in mid sip of his wine, throat bobbing with each swallow.

Shit. This was not helping the butterflies that seemed to have multiplied since his arrival.

Changkyun raised an eyebrow when he lowered his glass, softly humming in question, but you only shook your head and focused back on the movie. Except, now you were hyper aware that he was looking at you this time.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, his thumb and fingers lightly rubbing against your arm.

That was another thing. His voice was deep. In the calls, the phone occasionally cracked and had made it seem lighter, but it appeared to be just the opposite. He was blessed with a voice that was able to drop lower than a bass, sending your insides to mush when he spoke. It was the type of voice that was destined to recite poetry and old sonnets, to hold three in the morning conversations that went wherever and everywhere. When he called your name, it never failed to send tingles running the length of your body. It was his voice, and you knew that you’d never grow tired of hearing him talk.

“Nothing. I was just thinking,” you said, leaning your head back, his arm comfortable and warm as you looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid his gaze for a few seconds.

His fingers didn’t stop. The gentle caress, a small reassurance that he was in fact here and this wasn’t your imagination, made it harder to stay where you sat instead of curling into his side like you wanted.

“Thinking about what?”

Letting out a breathless scoff, you tilted your head towards him. Changkyun was a sight to see and you knew that if this was the only time you got to spend with him in person, you were never going to forget this moment.

Your smile softened. “That you’re actually here, after all these months of texts and video calls. You actually came here, and you’re real.”

“Did you think I was a robot or something?” Changkyun teased, but his fingers stopped moving, and that lock of hair fell back into his eyes again.

“Well, you did accidentally call me instead of Jooheon and last time I checked, we look nothing alike.” There was no thinking as you reached up and mimicked his movements to push that damn lock back, feeling how soft his hair was. It brought you a little bit closer to him and in that second, the world suddenly felt like it was no longer moving when you glanced down at his lips. Those pink lips that you wondered and dreamt about night after night, too curious for your own good on what it would be like to kiss him. Now was your chance to find out, especially when he didn’t lean back and appeared to be getting closer.

“Cookies?” You suddenly asked, leaning back to see his eyebrows start to pull together in confusion. Heart racing, you set your wine glass on the coffee table and walked around the couch to step into the kitchen. With only your back to him, you quietly let out a shaky breath. “I know I have some for us to munch on…”

Opening up a cabinet, you stretched on to your toes to search for the package of cookies that you knew were in there, mentally slapping yourself at having done that. He hadn’t backed away, hadn’t tried to stop you, in fact, if you allowed yourself to believe it, you would have recalled that he had started to lean in when you randomly brought up cookies. As much as you wanted to, the last thing you wanted was to lose your friendship.

You were pushing aside a box of crackers when his hand captured your wrist, halting your search. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of its cage when his fingers gently wrapped around your hand, and when his palm settled on a hip, it was equally as comforting as it lit a spark inside you. There was nothing you wanted to do more than to melt into his embrace.

“Sweetheart, do you really think I’m here to just hang out?” He asked, his voice low as he spoke into your ear, his body stepping closer to yours.

“You’re…you’re not?” You weakly asked, nervous because you didn’t want this all to be a joke.

The idea of this being a one night only thing thanks to the holiday left an ache in your bones. You wanted more nights like this with him, wanted to hear him call out your name with that gentle smile of his over and over again. Dammit, you wanted to wake up and have the blankets be stifling hot but not care as you crawled over to his side of the bed, searching for morning cuddles because fuck the person who decided that the workday would start at eight in the morning. The only person you wanted to spend this quarantine with, to be able to touch, to be worried and even scared about all this with, was Changkyun.

Changkyun’s breath hit the back of your neck as he softly chuckled, sending a shiver down your spine. “God, I thought I was being obvious. Let me try this differently.”

Still holding on to your wrist, he turned you around and once you were facing him, let go of your hand to step closer until your back was against the counter. With each breath your chest brushed against his, and when he pushed the hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear, fingers brushing against your cheek, you almost forgot to breathe.

“I know you’ve always had a pretty crappy Valentine’s day,” Changkyun softly spoke. His gaze was steady with yours, and even though he was being serious, there was a softness to his features that had the corner of his mouth curling upwards. “And I thought that the best way to keep that from repeating this year, would be if you spent it with someone, who loves you.”

Who loves…oh.

It suddenly all made sense. Why he didn’t want to say what he was doing to celebrate, him calling you pretty, the food and flowers, the coaxing touches, he could have rented a billboard and put up a neon flashing sign and you probably still would have been blind.

“Changkyun,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He softly smiled as he closed the remaining space between you to rest his forehead against yours, his palms sliding along your body until he had you wrapped in a hug. “There you go, now you get it.”

Giggling, you rolled your eyes out of habit. It was like him to be a smart ass during a moment like this. With that being said, the butterflies fluttered their way up to your heart, and all the daydreams that you entertained and thought nothing would come of them, now had the possibility of becoming reality.

“I love you too,” you said, running your thumb along his cheek as you watched his smile widen.

There was no hesitation, or smart ass comments this time. Instead, when his lips met yours in a kiss, your heart stopped racing. The butterflies finally calmed down and the world around you went out of focus as your fingers slid through his hair. His lips were soft, and thanks to the red wine, there was a lingering tangy sweetness that reminded you of raspberries. You found yourself becoming addicted to his taste, the kisses melting together until you lost track of how long the two of you stood there, content with doing nothing but being wrapped up in each other’s embrace.

A clock chimed out in the apartment, breaking the kiss which only served to make you pout at the loss of his lips. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Changkyun, who smirked before leaning down to give one more kiss, which quickly turned into two, then three.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He murmured, resting his forehead once more against yours.

“You trying to kiss and dash?”

His fingers gently pressed into your sides and you squirmed at his touch, giggling at his antics. However, he leaned his head back and sighed. “Like hell I’d do that. But you usually wake up earlier for work, and trust me, I’ll end up keeping you awake if I stay the night.”

There was no doubt about that, and to be truthful, you’d have no issue if that was the case. He was right, but as ideas turned in your mind, you shrugged. “You can’t go out driving though,” you said softly. “You were drinking.”

Changkyun frowned, head tilting as he removed a hand from your back to run through his hair. “Not even a whole glass.”

You raised an eyebrow. It took him having to say he loved you for you to understand how he felt about you despite his dine and wine attempt, and here he was, completely missing what you were suggesting. Either you were absolutely perfect for each other, or equally dense.

“Well, we also broke quarantine,” you said slowly, slipping a finger through his belt loop at the same time to bring him closer. “Isn’t the recommendation to stay at home for what, at least three days?”

He started to tilt his head, mouth opening to question what you were saying until he saw the smile growing on your face. Closing his eyes, he pressed his lips together before looking back at you.

“That was horrible,” Changkyun said. He slipped his arms back around you, pulling you away from the counter. His grin said otherwise. “At least I tried being romantic.”

“Well, I mean, if you really want to go back to your place by yourself…”

He didn’t let you say another word, his lips reclaiming yours again, because there was absolutely nothing that felt better than kissing you after months of dreaming what it would be like.

“Don’t go,” you softly murmured against his lips. “Not when you just got here.”

Maybe it was selfish. But you didn’t want to be alone again. Not when he had gone through so much trouble to make this night special, not when you finally knew that he felt the same way about you. After almost a year of staying inside the apartment whenever you could, of going without hugs or get togethers, being able to touch and kiss Changkyun felt like you were relearning what those were all over again. All you wanted was a few days with him.

Changkyun hummed, his arms tightening around you. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere,” he said, gazing down at you as if he had considered the same thing.

The clock that had rang out to announce the hour of a new day and that Valentine’s day was over, continued to quietly tick in the other room. The Earth continued to spin, and outside, the world was exactly how it had been this morning, full of fear, what ifs, and the unknown of a pandemic that didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon.

But inside that small apartment, wrapped in Changkyun’s arms, giggles and laughter filled the walls when he pulled you to the middle of the kitchen and spun you around for a late-night dance. It might not be the thing that changes the world, but for the first time, in a long time, hope began to blossom alongside the butterflies in your stomach. The memories of past Valentine’s days melted away at his kiss, until only the memory of him at your door remained.

Even when it hadn’t felt like it, love and hope had always been there. And now it was here promising lovelier days to come.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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hello! i hope you have a happy holidays!! just a question: do you know any good crossover fics? :0 thanks so much! 🥰

Hi Nonny!!

Thank you! My holiday season was great <3 Sorry for the delay on the reply, but your ask was a great one because I’ve wanted to do an update list to my “movies and books” list, so I’m updating it to just “crossovers” because I have more to add and that makes me happy!!

This list ended up getting split across two asks, so for this one, this list is all my bookmarked fics. A part 1.5 with my MFL’s is coming shortly with another ask, and I ask y’all hold off to add your own suggestions to that list instead, please :) Thank you!

CROSSOVERS and FUSIONS (Feb 2021) Pt. 1

See Also:

Fairy Tales and Fantasy

TV, Movies, and Books AU (Fantasy Pt. 2)

Wonderful Life AU

Sherlock / Hannibal Crossovers?

Science Fiction / Fantasy

Faes / Faeries

Disney-esque Fics

Moulin Rouge AU

Crossovers & Fusions Pt.1.5 [MFLs]

It's After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w., 1 Ch. || City of Angels AU || Fantasy, Fallen Angel Sherlock, Soldier John, Pining Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Permanently Incomplete Fic) – Sherlock's an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him.

Caffeine and Adaptive Programming by DemonicSymphony (E, 5,540 w., 1 Ch. || Androids AU / Bond Fusion || Android Sherlock, Coffee Shop AU, Pining John Hinted Bond / Q, Toplock) – Sherlock is a coffee shop android slowly falling for a regular customer. But he's not supposed to be able to feel emotions.

Captain John Watson, Genetics, and Other Crazy Things by cyerus (M, 5,581 w., 1 Ch. || Torchwood Crossover || Humour / Crack, Jealous Sherlock, Sexual Magnet John, Captain John, UST / RST, Three Continents Watson) – The explanation for John "Three Continents" Watson? Jack Harkness is his father. Sherlock doesn't know whether he's going to die from jealousy or sexual frustration first.

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,994 w., 2 Ch. || Frozen-ish AU || Magical Realism, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Powerful John) – In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock's brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way...

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w., 1 Ch. || Flowers for Algernon Fusion || Jealous then Worried Sherlock, Sick John) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it's a race against time to save himself.

The Nutcracker by Odamaki (T, 13,758 w., 7 Ch. || Nutcracker AU || Christmas, Dark Magic, Dolls) – Sherlock is unimpressed with Uncle Rudy's present. A doll? What does he want with a doll?

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

Uncharted Territory by J_Baillier (T, 19,603 w., 4 Ch. || Dystopian Future / Black Mirror AU || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Drama, Homophobia, Bisexuality, Technology, Humour, Romance, Near Future, Happy Ending) – The System puts people through a series of assigned relationships in order to determine who their Perfect Match is. John believes that it works; Sherlock really, really doesn't. One of them is probably going to be wrong.

Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls (T, 24,042 w., 6 Ch. || Beauty and the Beast AU || Magical Realism, Folklore, Celtic Mythology) – An act of pride, a druid’s curse, an enchanted leaf; Sherlock’s torment has lasted an age. Hope arrives in the form of one John Watson, a man uniquely suited to break the spell. But with a single night to win his affections, Sherlock finds his carefully laid plans disrupted by a monstrous killer whose sights are set on the only thing he has left to lose: John.

Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w., 4 Ch. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara's American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she's also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she's placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157 w., 4 Ch. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Malediction by MapleleafCameo (M, 36,680 w., 11 Ch. || Ladyhawke AU || Magical Realism, Romance, Curses, Eventual Happy Ending) – Cursed to a half-life, John and Sherlock must fight the forces of evil to be reunited once again.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w., 14 Ch. || BBC & ACD Fusion || Victorianlock, Time Travel / Magical Realism, Friends to Lovers, Love and Kissing, Romance, Body Swap) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places... “Imposter!” Hands clenching the lapels of John’s coat, Holmes shoved him anew. “Yes!” John agreed, nodding, and then grimacing. “Sort of!”

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w., 10 Ch. || Oblivion AU || Post-Apocalypse, Movie Fusion, Science Fiction, Action/Adventure, Angst, Dreams, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w., 26 Ch. || Dollhouse AU || Case Fic, Slow Burn, Sci-Fi / Fantasy, First Kiss / Time, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Falling in Love) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

Perdition's Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., 21 Ch. || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief...

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers' attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

Colors by Quesarasara (E, 140,537 w., 17 Ch. || Pleasantville-Inspired AU || Soulmates, Colour Bonds, Alternating POV, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Case Fic, Medical Procedures) – Everyone on earth is born with eyes that see in black, white, and an endless series of greys. When you meet your soulmate, you finally see the world in color. We're all searching for the person who brings color to our lives. John and Sherlock are no exception. Part 1 of The Colors 'Verse

Mise en Place by azriona (M, 161,004 w., 28 Ch. || Restaurant (Kitchen Nightmares) AU || Sherlock is Gordon Ramsay / Celebrity Sherlock, Restauranteur John, Harry Plays Prominent Role, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, Cranky Sherlock, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn) – John Watson had no intentions of taking over the family business, but when he returns from Afghanistan, battered and bruised, and discovers that his sister Harry has run their restaurant into the ground, he doesn't have much choice. There's only one thing that can save the Empire from closing for good – the celebrity star of the BBC series Restaurant Reconstructed, Chef Sherlock Holmes. Part 1 of Mise en Place

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court. Part 1 of the Care And Companionship series

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #crossover fics #sherlock au #fusion fics #Anonymous #long post #e-rated fics

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years ago

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A New Adventure - Pt. 15

Merry Christmas cowpokes! (for those of you who celebrate it.) For the first time, someone sent in a request for a scenario in this piece. I’m happy to say it fit in perfectly for this. Their request was: some cookie making with playful fighting that ends with both covered in sugar, dough, and of course frosting! With a sweet kiss ;)

Anyways, hope y’all enjoy it. And yes, if you’re wondering, I am open to ideas for future scenarios.

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An Eve to Remember

Christmas is rapidly approaching

You’re getting nervous about it, even though you’re prepared for the most part

You’ve bought a couple of gifts for Arthur, nothing too big or expensive. Not because you don’t have the money, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t really appreciate it. Arthur is not a material man

You’re pretty sure Arthur has gotten a couple of things for you as well. Mostly because you taught him how to do some online shopping some time ago and you’ve seen the empty shipping boxes in your recycling bin

Once in a store, Arthur saw stockings. You didn’t have any of course, having not celebrated Christmas in a long time. He insisted that you should both get some as he wanted to celebrate it properly.

You’ve both got stockings as well as things to fill them with.

For Arthur, you’ve gotten him some of his favorite candies that he’s explored so far (he really likes chocolate covered almonds).

But he’s also a pretty big fan of jerky.

All your presents for him are wrapped and under the tree. There’s a few under there for you.

For the first time since your father died, you’re feeling excited for the day. Not as much as when you were a kid of course, but there’s still some anticipation there.

You can tell Arthur is excited too. He tries to hide it, but it’s obvious.

The two of you are still having lots of sex.

He’s the best partner you’ve ever had in the bedroom. Sure, he doesn’t know a lot of the modern day tricks or toys, but he’s a fast learner.

The best part about him is he never leaves you half baked during a session. He always makes sure you get your satisfaction.

Your relationship with him has grown stronger the more you’ve made love. Arthur seems to be more crazy about you as well.

It’s a few days before Christmas and you’ve just come home from work. Arthur greets you with a kiss as he’s more prone to doing.

As you take off your shoes, Arthur asks if you know how to make cookies.

“Depends. What kind?” you ask.

Arthur is a bit surprised to find out there’s multiple kinds of cookies. He shrugs his shoulders. “Just the ones with that frosting.”

He admits he saw a photo on your computer of some sugar cookies and he wanted to try them.

Of course, you can’t resist his eagerness. So after dinner, you pull up a fairly simple recipe. Luckily you have all the ingredients at hand.

Arthur does his best to help you, but he’s still pretty new to baking. Sometimes he can be a bit more of a nuisance than a help, but you don’t mind. You know he doesn’t do it on purpose.

When the first batch of cookies go in the oven and you begin preparing the frosting, Arthur dips his finger in it to taste it.

“Hey! No tasting before it’s done!” you playfully scold.

Arthur winks at you and moves to dip his finger back in. You slap his hand.

Things quickly escalate and you’re both flicking flour and sugar at one another. Normally you’d never let your kitchen get this dirty, but you’re having too much fun to really care.

Arthur’s much better at smacking you with the powders than you are. Probably thanks to his good aim.

The oven timer dings, signalling that the first batch of cookies are done. Shit, you never got around to cutting out your second batch because you were fighting with Arthur.

He pulls them out, appreciatively sniffing as the smell hits him in the face.

“Mm, shame we gotta wait.”

“Come on, big guy. Let’s finish this frosting so we can eat them sooner.”

When he puts the cookies down, he comes over to you.

“You got some sugar on your cheek,” he says. Instead of brushing it away with his hand, he bends down and kisses your cheek.

He’s got you trapped between him and the counter, which you don’t mind.

His lips move from your cheek to your lips. With his hands on your hips, you drape your arms across his firm shoulders. You rub the scruff of his chin and he sighs.

Already it’s easy to see where things will lead. You almost want to grab the frosting and use it on your bodies, but you end up not.

When you’re both done in the bedroom, Arthur comes out with you to help clean up the kitchen.

The cookies turn out pretty good.

Christmas Eve comes. You have to work, but you’ll be done by mid afternoon. Luckily you’re also working from home, so it’ll make your evening a little easier.

Despite how boring it will be for him, Arthur insists on staying with you while you work. He just wants to keep you company.

Over the last couple of weeks, you’ve been introducing Arthur to some simpler video games you’ve been able to get for free on your console (you have not introduced him to Red Dead yet and you probably won’t for a long time).

He’s pretty shabby at them, mostly because he still hasn’t quite figured out how to use the controller without looking at it.

He never plays without you being home, but seeing as you’re working, you encourage him to play in order to keep him busy.

He tries not to ask a lot of questions as to not interrupt your work, but he ends up asking frequently, which you don’t mind.

Finally your shift ends and you can quit for the rest of the holiday. Arthur’s ecstatic about it.

For dinner, you do what your family used to do, in that you make a cheese fondue, some marinated steak, french bread and some vegetables.

Arthur’s never had a cheese dip before, but he ends up rather liking it.

After dinner, the two of you end up opening your stocking gifts.

You gave Arthur a new swiss knife which he ends up finding quite impressive.

He managed to get you a few small gifts that you never would have thought of. None of them are the typical necklaces or jewelry most guys get.

One of them is a rather unique tree decoration of your favorite animal. It’s your favorite gift by far.

After stockings, you decide to introduce Arthur to Mr. Bean. You only watch the Christmas episode for now, but you’ll introduce the other ones to him later.

At first, Arthur thinks it’s overly silly, but once you get to the scene with the nativity, he’s roaring with laughter (although he doesn’t fully understand some of the props like the dalek).

After that, Arthur’s sold on Mr. Bean, especially after you explain that he’s supposed to be stupid and odd.

His favorite scene ends up being the one where Bean gets his head stuck in the turkey, mostly because it reminds him of the year Pearson was stuffing a huge turkey Arthur had brought into camp and managed to somehow get it stuck around his arm.

When Mr. Bean is done, you don’t have any other Christmas movies to watch (except for the best one which you’ll watch tomorrow).

Instead you and Arthur decide to trade stories of some of your best Christmas memories.

You don’t have a whole lot as they make you sad, seeing as most of them revolve around your father.

Arthur has some good ones though. Especially involving Sean and Lenny.

He does tell one about John when he was a teenager that has you in stitches.

John had been trying to level up to Arthur’s hunting skill and so he’d tried to go and hunt an elk on his own. Of course, things had not gone well for him as the elk, being unafraid and just coming out of the rut season, had chased John.

He’d gotten stuck in a tree and been trapped there by the elk for hours until Arthur, sent out by Dutch, found him.

John had lied about getting trapped and said he was coming up with a strategy to jump onto the elk’s back and ride it like a bronco.

“Well then, show me your plan,” Arthur had said, leaning on the horn of his saddle.

John tried jumping off the tree and onto the still furious elk’s back, but fell out of the tree.

Arthur ended up having to shoot the elk so it didn’t gore John. He was unhurt, aside from a couple of scrapes and a bruised pride.

“John still insists to this day that he could have ridden that elk,” Arthur finishes with a chuckle. “He’s tried telling it from his perspective every year.”

He grows somber after this, clearly still stung by losing so much of his family. You can’t blame him. After all, he could go back, but it would mean his death. Plus the gang’s being torn apart by Dutch and Micah.

Of course, Arthur doesn’t know about Micah, seeing as the last time he was there he was only in the beginning of chapter 6 and just been diagnosed with TB. You don’t have the heart yet to tell him the end results of Dutch’s actions, driven by Micah.

When the two of you decide to turn in for the night, Arthur surprises you by telling you he doesn’t want to have sex. Instead he just wants to cuddle with you.

He turns out to be just as good at cuddling as he is at sex. He just holds your head to his chest, his thumb tracing along your shoulder and back.

You’re just starting to drift off when he kisses your head. “I love you, sweetheart,” he says quietly.

You smile into his chest, but you fall asleep before you manage to say anything to him.

In the morning, you wake up to Arthur spooning you.

Unlike last night, he pulls some moves that lets you know he wants to make love.

Seeing as it’s Christmas morning, you give in. Arthur really pulls out some of his best moves, making it the best session you’ve had so far. It’s so good you almost don’t want to get out of bed.

Too soon though, it’s Arthur who insists on getting out in order to unwrap presents.

Before unwrapping presents though, you decide to cook a big breakfast first.

When your father was still alive, he’d always cook a big breakfast, with all your favorite foods.

Arthur is ecstatic to do the same, saying he’d love nothing more than to give you something to add to those memories.

After stuffing yourself, you and Arthur head into the living room and open presents.

You got him a beautiful pair of white deer antlers you found in a funny little store a few weeks ago. You like this gift because the antlers were dropped and the animal is likely still alive.

Arthur hands you a rather heavy gift and when you open it, you gasp. It’s a block of wood that’s carved into a beautiful eagle. Then Arthur says something that brings tears to your eyes.

“You said your pa loved eagles. So I bought a wood carvin’ set on that Amazon sight and watched some of them Youtube videos.”

“You… you made this, Arthur?”

He blushes and looks down, but his smile says it all.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. “Arthur, I couldn’t ask for anything so incredible. Thank you.”

Arthur hugs you right back, but he squeezes so tight it’s almost like he doesn’t want to let you go.

After gifts, you tell Arthur to sit down and you turn on the best Christmas movie (in your opinion): Christmas Vacation.

Arthur’s laughing by just the cartoon in the beginning.

He absolutely loves Eddie, even though he’s a complete dumbass. He has to admire him for his drive to try and give his kids a good Christmas (even if he isn’t very good at it).

When the movie ends, Arthur says he really likes it and he can see why you save it for last.

As you smile at him, you suddenly recall what he’d said last night in bed.

“By the way, I love you too,” you say.

“Huh?” he says, but he’s blushing.

“You said you loved me last night. I just… wanted to tell you I feel the same.”

Arthur smiles. The kiss he gives you in return is one you will never forget.

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years ago

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Literally always do Christmas stories! They are so much fun! Who cares if its April, you write that story. On this topic, could you maybe do one where they are having a gingerbread house decorating contest with everyone??? It seems like that could be right up your ally. Can't wait to see whatever you have coming next!

There is cursing and drinking within this section. Again, this is mayhem in the best possible light as everyone is together.

December 14, 2019

It was the first holiday season in their new house and Kat wanted to celebrate. The tree had been up for several weeks, the fireplace decked out with lots of Christmas decor, and the banister decorated with garland and lights.

At the last bonfire at Race and Spot’s, she had suggested that they have a Gingerbread decoration contest just before everyone headed home for the holidays. In anticipation, she gathered all of the supplies, and had stations set up around the main part of the house.

“It all looks great.” Jack pulled Kat to his side, giving the top of her head a kiss. She grinned at him, adjusting her dress as the doorbell rang. “I’ll grab it, you take a few seconds for yourself. Love you.”

She grinned at him. “Love you too. Thanks!”

Pulling the cheese and sausage she had cut up earlier out of the fridge, she started setting up the charcuterie board. Laying everything out, she quickly added different crackers and grapes to the board as Jack, Race, and Spot entered the kitchen. “Hey Kat, smells great in here.”

Accepting the hugs from both of them, she grinned. “Thanks. Lasagna is in the oven along with the garlic bread - just waiting for all of you to arrive.”

“The party is here!” Race threw his arms up as Spot and Kat chuckled. “Do you need us to do anything?”

Kat looked around the massive kitchen before grabbing chips and two bowls giving them to the guys. “Can you put those in those bowls? Feel free to head downstairs and grab a drink.”

Checking the oven, she was pleased by how everything looked. Leaning against the counter, she took a sip of her drink, feeling herself relax slightly. The doorbell rang dragging her attention to the door. Pulling open the door, she grinned seeing the majority of their friends standing on the porch.

Grabbing coats from everyone, she accepted hugs and kisses on the cheek as cheers of Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays were given. Albert, Finch, Crutchie, Elmer, Buttons, Specs, and Romeo all made their way into the living room, Kat trailing behind them. “Where’s Jack?”

“Downstairs with Spot and Race, showing off his new bar.” She rolled her eyes good heartedly as the boys all started talking. “You guys can go down there and get something to drink if you want.”

They made their way down the stairs as she pulled the lasagna out of the oven, putting it on the stove, letting the garlic bread cook for a few minutes longer as the doorbell rang again. Pulling off her oven mitts, she made her way over to the door and opened it with a grin. “Hey, come on in.”

Blink, Mush, Smalls, Itey, Davey and Charlotte all walked into the house. “Smells fantastic, Kat.”

“Thanks, just took the lasagna out of the oven. The gang’s downstairs - Jack’s showing off his new bar. Smalls, Char, I have wine in the fridge if you want that. If not, there’s harder stuff downstairs.” Kat took their coats, putting them in the closet with the others before walking back to the kitchen.

Charlotte and Davey had been dating for the past 2 years and rumors were going around the gang that he was going to be asking her to marry him within the next couple of weeks. Charlotte was one of Kat’s closest friends, the two often going out to get a break from the many guys their significant other hung out with.

Smalls and Charlotte followed Kat into the kitchen. “Do you need us to do anything?”

Grabbing a bottle of wine out of the fridge, she motioned for Smalls to grab wine glasses out of the cabinet. “I think I’m all set. I’m waiting for the garlic bread to finish and I think we’ll be good to go.”

After pouring them a glass of wine, she checked the bread, pulling it out of the oven and setting it on a cutting board. “You ready for the holidays?”

She grinned at Smalls. “I think so. Everything has been bought and wrapped. We leave for Albany on the 22nd then to my parents the 27 and 28th. Are you ready for the mayhem at momma’s?”

“Never but it’ll be good. I know we see each other all the time but it’ll be good to get out of the city for the holiday.” Smalls grinned.

Kat nodded, looking over at Charlotte. “You’re going to Davey’s parents for the holidays, right?”

“We leave the 21st for Cold Springs until the 25th when we head to my parents until the 28th.” She grinned. “It’ll be good to see his parents and siblings and it’ll be crazy with my siblings and parents.”

Kat heard the footfalls on the steps as she quickly cut the garlic bread, throwing it into a basket, putting it on the island. She also grabbed the bowl of salad in the fridge along with salad dressings, putting them near the garlic bread. Feeling a hand on her hip, she grinned as Jack stood beside her. “Need anything?”

“Nope. Food is ready!” She watched everyone line up, grabbing a plate and grabbing a bit of everything. “Sit anywhere.”

She put music on the overhead speakers, turning it down so it faded into the background. She watched all of the food to ensure nothing was getting low. “Grab a plate, Kat.”

“I will in a bit.” She grinned as Jack placed a kiss on her cheek. “Go ahead and get some.”

She waited until Spot and Race finished before getting her own plate. She filled it up before taking a seat at the island, pleased everyone was enjoying themselves.

Conversations were loud and boisterous, not unlike anything the group did together. She loved the excitement in the room and grinned as she ate.

Finishing her plate, she was glad she had opted for throwaway plates. As everyone continued to eat, she started cleaning up the kitchen, knowing that it was going to be a long night and the last thing she wanted to do when everyone left was dishes. Jack joined her a few moments later, giving her a look. “How about I clean up and you go relax? You’ve been running around like a madwoman these last few hours. Besides, you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

Ignoring his pointed look, Kat shook her head. “I’m fine, worry bear. Calm down.”

“Go sit, I’ve got the kitchen.” Jack handed her cup, patting her butt before pushing her out of the kitchen.

She stuck her tongue out at him, heading towards the office to grab some paper and a pen. Walking into the living room, she took a seat in her favorite chair before starting to write on the paper. “Racer?”

“What’s up Kat?” He looked up from his conversation with Blink and Smalls.

She grinned at him. “Can I borrow your hat?”

“Ugh . . . really? Why not borrow Crutchie’s?” He gave her a look, knowing his hair would look horrible if he took his hat off.

“Because you’re sitting right here and Crutchie’s in the other room.” She gave him a look as Spot reached up, snatched the hat and tossed it over to her. “Thanks Spot!”

Tearing up the paper, she threw them into the hat, reaching in and mixing them up. “So how is this going down?”

“Everything is set up in the basement. There will be 8 teams and you have an hour to decorate your gingerbread house.” Kat shrugged, looking at Smalls. “There’s really no rules, just thought it would be fun.”

“You do know that you called decorating gingerbread houses with my brothers, fun, right?” Smalls raised an eyebrow in Kat’s direction as Kat giggled.

Nodding her head, Kat smiled. “Yeah I know but that's why we’re going to draw names - I’m hoping to avoid any of your brothers being together.”

Kat remembered a few years ago when Medda wanted her kids to decorate gingerbread houses. Jack, Kat, Spot, Race, Smalls, Albert, and Finch all descended on Medda’s house and it was pure chaos and the houses looked absolutely horrible. They ended up throwing them out because none of them were salvageable.

“I still have nightmares about that.” Smalls shivered, giving her sister-in-law a look.

Pointing at her, Kat nodded. “Me too. Jack and I were just talking about it and we’re hoping tonight doesn’t end that way.”

By that time, everyone had made their way into the living room. She caught Jack’s eye and he merely winked at her. “Alright, now for the main reason y’all are all here. Everything’s set up in the basement, so we can head down there and divide and conquer.”

Once in the basement, she grinned. “Alright, Jack, Spot, Davey, Smalls, Albert, Elmer, Crutchie, and Buttons, you all are over here. You’re going to pick one name out of the hat and that’s your partner.”

“This is awfully school teacher-ish of you Kat.” Race teased, giving his sister-in-law a grin.

She gave him a mock look. “Well, I do deal with high schoolers on a daily basis so . . . what else do you expect from me, Racer?”

“Can we just get on with the show?” Albert whined, giving his best friend and sister-in-law a look.

Stepping up to Jack, she offered him the hat as he picked a name. “Charlotte.”

“Spot?” He picked his name and grinned, “Specs.”

“Davey?” Picking a name, everyone groaned as he mixed up the remaining names. “Blink.”

“Smalls?” She grabbed the top one, grinning. “Romeo.”

Itey gave a look to Romoe. “Don’t be flirtin’ with her the entire time.”

Romeo’s jaw dropped. “Me? I’d never!”

“Albert?” His tongue poked out through the side of his mouth as he picked. “Race.”

A collective groan came from the group, as Spot and Jack both glared at Katherine. “Hey now, I didn’t have any power over him picking Albert.”

“Uh huh . . .” Jack gave his wife a look.

“Elmer?” He quickly picked, wanting to move on from the previous pick. “Finch.”

“Crutchie?” Crutchie reached in, grabbing one of the two remaining names. “Mush.”

“Buttons, you’re with Itey.” Kat threw Race back his hat with a grin. “Now there are 8 stations set up around the room, all with bowls of the same decorations. We have more available if you run out but the only rules are that you have to stay at your own stations - no wandering, Race.”

Race squawked. “Hey now, that was one time.”

“Just reminding you. You have one hour.” Kat said, giving the group a grin.

Romeo looked at her. “And how are we determining a winner?”

“Popular vote. Everyone gets one vote.” Jack spoke up, giving his wife a grin.

“And if there’s a tie?” Race piped up.

“Kat’s the tie-breaker which is why she’s not making one.” Jack said, eyeing the group. “Any other questions?”

The group was surprisingly quiet after that. “Alright, man your stations and you have an hour.”

She set her timer before going over to the TV to turn on a football game. Army and Navy were playing and this group was divided between the two teams. She settled into a chair that would give her a good vantage point to see all the teams and how they were progressing.

“That doesn’t go there!” Albert cried as he slapped Race’s hands away from the built house.

Race groaned. “Says who? It can go wherever in the house.”

“The candy cane doesn’t go on the roof.” Albert sighed, shaking his head.

“This is a gingerbread house, not one of your fancy paintings, Jack.” Charlotte sighed, giving him a look. Jack squawked. “It’s gotta be pretty, Charlotte. You focus on the roof and I’ll focus on the little details.”

Kat laughed, hearing the little comments between the groups. She snuggled into the couch as Pluto, their Golden Retriever puppy came over to her before joining her on the couch.

“Romeo, we’re not going to drip icing all over the house.” Smalls gave him a look. Romeo shrugged. “Then come up with a better idea yourself.”

“Hey Finchie, that’s actually really cool.” Elmer gushed.

“BLINK!” Davey cried out. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” Blink shot back. “The swedish fish are going to look amazing on top of the chimney.”

Kat looked over the couch at the groups who had been quiet thus far - Crutchie and Mush, Buttons and Itey, and Spot and Specs.

Pushing herself off the couch, she wandered around the room, snapping photos of the groups. Some of the gingerbread houses caused her to raise an eyebrow but all in all there had been no major disasters . . . yet.

“You guys got thirty minutes.” She called, settling back on the couch, pulling a blanket over her legs, watching the mayhem in front of her. Pluto pushed his weight into her side, as she ruffled his fur.

Early viewing, she was impressed by Spot and Specs, both of which had their tongues poking out between their lips in concentration. Albert and Race’s was pure mayhem, much like their personalities. She grinned at Jack and Charlotte’s - it was expertly decorated with coordinating colors in patterns.

The remaining time passed quickly, as everyone scrambled to put the last minute touches on their creations. A cry and a couple of cuss words came from Blink and Davey as all eyes drew over to them. “What happened?”

“Our house fell down.” Blink cried, pointing wildly at the heap of disaster on their table.

Kat giggled, shaking her head. “You’ve got 2 minutes . . . you could try to savage what you can.”

“We give up!” Davey held his hands, slowly backing away from the table, coming over to sit next to Kat on the couch. “Well that was fun.”

Throwing her head back, she laughed at sarcasm that came out of Davey’s mouth as Blink came to sit beside him. “Fun for who? You?”

“You know what I mean.” Davey gave him a look as a triumph cheer came from Jack and Charlotte who enthusiastically high-fived one another as they backed away from their own table.

The timer on Kat’s phone loudly sang “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year” as she silenced the phone. “Time! Stop what you’re doing and back away from the tables. Spot, drop the icing! Come over here by the TV while I take a look at them.”

She grinned at Jack as she passed him. He grabbed the stack of unofficial ballots Kat had created, handing one to everyone along with a pen.

She walked along the tables, grinning at some of the creativity with the houses. She took mental notes of which ones she liked. Returning to the group, she gave them a look. “Alright, this is the time you can speak about your houses. Davey, Blink, you’re excused. Who wants to go first?”

“We’ll go.” Jack said, stepping up, giving Charlotte a look. “We were inspired by Vincent Van Gogh’s Starry Night painting.”

Charlotte gave him a look. “Not sure what you were smoking but our main goal was just making sure the house stood before decorating it. Then we were inspired by Van Gogh’s painting.”

They all looked at the rainbow decorations on the gingerbread house before nodding in appreciation. “We’ll go next.”

Spot and Specs stepped up. “We didn’t have a game plan, just get in there and make sure everything was standing before decorating it. Honestly, it was a kind of a shitshow but we managed to pull it out in the end.”

“Very eloquently said, Spot.” Jack cracked up, giving his brother a look before looking at the glittery thrown up magic house.

Smalls and Romeo looked at one another before motioning to their gingerbread house. “It’s standing . . . and that’s all we can ask for.”

Kat held back a groan as Albert and Race stepped up as Jack grinned at her. “We had this vision of creating the picturesque gingerbread farm house, complete with snow hanging delicately off the roof.”

“What happened? Looks like a bomb hit your house.” Spot piped up, giving his husband a look.

Pointing to his husband, Race gave him a look. “Hush you . . . but that quickly went out the door. In the end, we wanted to show our true personalities in the house.”

“Looks like it's a crack house.” Jack said.

“Best damn crack house in the county.” Albert grinned as Elmer stepped up.

“We decided to go with the traditional red and white theme with our house. The entire thing is covered in only red and white candies.” Finch grinned.

Cruchie grinned. “We did our house in green and white with a snowy roof and Santa on the roof.”

“You forgot his eight dancing reindeer.” Romeo called, giving them a look.

Shrugging, Mush grinned. “If we had another hour, you’d see them along with the sled and a bag full of presents.”

Clapping his hands, Button drew everyone’s attention to him. “And last, but not lease and the clear winners, ours! We drew our inspiration from Hansel and Gretel.”

Looking at the house, it was a pretty standard decorated gingerbread house, with Necco wafers as the slants of the roof along with peppermints creating a walkway up to the front of the house. Skittles serve as lights as they were glued to the roof with icing.

Clapping her hands, Kat grinned at everyone. “Now that we've thoroughly walked through everyone’s houses, now you need to vote. One vote per person and if there’s a tie, I’ll be the tie breaker.”

The room became quiet as everyone wrote down their votes. Everyone folded them up and threw them into the basket on the coffee table. Looking around at everyone, Kat made sure all the votes were in before stirring them up. She quickly went through all the pieces of paper, putting them into piles.

“Well?” Jack asked, bouncing on his toes in anticipation.

Kat quickly counted the votes for the two piles. Groaning slightly, she grinned. “Eight votes a piece for Buttons and Itey along with Finch and Elmer. So it comes down to me . . .”

She pushed herself off the couch before walking over to the two gingerbread houses. She looked at the traditional one before looking at the red and white house. She bit her look as she stood up and looked at the group. “First, I’m going to say that I really love them both but I absolutely love Finch and Elmer’s more. They get my vote.”

Reaching behind the couch, she pulled out two gift bags handing them over to Finch and Elmer. “Winners get these. The rest of you, your consolation prizes are upstairs.”

Finch and Elmer pulled out the tissue paper of their bags, pulling out the wrapped tissue papered bundles. Unwrapping them, both Finch and Elmer dissolved to loud laughs. The group watched as they both unfolded a red t-shirt. “These are fantastic Kat. Thanks!”

“What do they say?” Romeo asked, looking over at the two.

Kat had made t-shirts with the words “Reigning Gingerbread House Making Champs, 2019” on them. The group laughed, congratulating Finch and Elmer on their house. “Now, before we go back upstairs, either take your house home or throw it away. I don’t want anything left here.”

The majority of them were thrown away but Finch ended up taking his home along with Buttons. The rest of the houses ended up in the trash and the group took the bowls of candy upstairs to munch on. The remainder of the night was filled with quiet conversations, drunk antics, and a warm feeling of the Christmas spirit, until Kat kicked them out of her house around midnight.

Thanks @deliciouspeachpirate for sending this one in!! This is 3300 words of pure mayhem and craziness. Please let me know what you think! Feedback is a writer’s best friend!

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #ask #gingerbread house #deliciouspeachpirate #jack x katherine #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #specs x romeo #blink x mush #itey x smalls #redfinch #Crutchie #Davey #buttons newsies

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primusdemoniccreatrix · 4 years ago

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International Joys (Optimus Prime X Reader)

Hey y’all, a Canadian girl here with Canada Day oneshot for Optimus! Enjoy!

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Optimus entered the lit base, the lights shining off his cherry paint and glinting off the blue on his pedes. The others had woken up earlier to pursue their charges, and now he entered to a base nearly quiet with early morning serenity (save for Miko’s loud voice, though he was she meant to be little...outspoken).

Miko and Jack sat with one another on the couch in front of the television, as he learned it was called, as it played an advertisement for fireworks on low volume, providing background white noise for the group. Miko enthusiastically began to point to the television before arching her hands and fluttering her fingers, no doubt imitating the fireworks.

Smiling at the duo, he knew that of the three bots assigned humans, there would be one out on patrol, one within the base, and one still picking up their charge. Ratchet was at the console, probably up earlier than any of them to do extra work. His stubborn friend and medic, doing anything he could to help even when he was recharge-deprived. Thank goodness that Ratchet recharged this week a few times unlike running himself to near forced recharge like last week.

“Good morning, old friend” Optimus’ voice interrupted Ratchet apparently, as the CMO jumped and turned to face him in amiable surprise before scolding him.

“I am working with delicate instruments and algorithms, Optimus. You know better than to startle me” Ratchet said, masking his playful meaning with a grouchy attitude.

“Is there any Decepticon activity to report?”

“None, thankfully. I will keep you updated in case anything happens” Ratchet promised, delivering some good news this morning.

Ratchet’s statement was followed by a chorus of laughter from the human children, and Optimus could see the corner of Ratchet’s mouth twitch slightly in a smile. Optimus basked in the tranquility of the morning.

The distant rumble of a familiar engine signalled the arrival of the last bot, who was assigned a human.

Bumblebee turned the corner, the asphalt under his tires quickly transitioning to the cool concrete of the base’s floor, the Autobot symbol pressed into the floor signalling that he was safe to transform and stop, as he was home.

Bumblebee stopped quickly and spun on his tires, skidding to a stop as his trunk whirled to face the stairwell leading to the mezzanine for the humans. Both backseat doors opened up as two humans stepped out.

Bumblebee’s partner Raf came outside first, opening his door and unlatching his seatbelt, gently pushing the latch out of the way as the belt retracted on its own, and he rushed up to the mezzanine, smiling up at Miko and Jack.

The second human was a recent addition. She had become their new charge as a result of an accidental clash with Decepticons. Surprisingly enough, the Autobots were the ones who the ‘Cons met first, and upon seeing the bots getting hurt, particularly Optimus as he fought the Vehicons, the human surprised him by actually attacking the Decepticon, giving him enough of a window to destroy both of the Vehicons attacking him. Since that day about 2 months ago, the human had joined them.

Their name was (Y/N). They were a University student in Canada, but came to the base often with an Autobot because of how their encounter with the bots, which was from Optimus’ mission in Canada to investigate a small energon signal that day. Bumblebee collected them today, and though they were partnered with Optimus, it was obvious to them that Optimus didn’t have time for them always, and often paired with whatever Autobot was available (and for their understanding, Optimus was eternally grateful). It took a small while for them all to adjust to a new human in their fold, but the human had become a necessity in the base.

Optimus became curious as he observed Raf helping (Y/N) with a package, full of many little trinkets, in dichrome red and white. Raf helped (Y/N) take the package up the stairs, both of them whispering in hushed excitement. Miko and Jack were visibly confused, wondering what was going on. Only Miko voiced it out loud.

“Whatch’ya got there?” asked Miko, leaning over the railing (in a way that the Autobots slightly feared she’d fall) to investigate the box. Raf chuckled as he cryptically spoke between giggles: “You’ll see, Miko”. It did nothing to sate her curiosity, and thus Miko turned and huffed, pouting as she dramatically dropped back to seat herself on the couch, arms crossed, wondering what was going to happen.

Raf and (Y/N) stepped onto the platform and placed the box onto the table, before Raf whispered something to Miko and Jack that made their eyes light up. The kids then began to dig through the box, and pulled out little things and set them up on the table. (Y/N) grabbed a bunch of flimsy paper strings in red and white, and began to lock them together. Jack and Raf began to cut coloured paper while Miko began to draw. Together, the humans began to create multiple pieces of art. Bumblebee and Bulkhead asked their charges what was going on, but they were silenced with a cryptic statement of finding out later.

Miko and (Y/N) whispered to one another and Miko soon began to repeat what (YN) had taught her, which was to weave the paper strings to and fro until they were flattened into little folded squares. The boys soon came to (Y/N) and announced they finished their paper crafts, and together they set aside their crafts before placing a candle beside the box, and taking out a small plastic bag filled with wires and laid it on the table. The boys and Miko then helped (Y/N) get their crafts together to one corner of the railing.

Optimus and Ratchet were the closest to them, and both Prime and medic watched in curiosity as Miko and (Y/N) pulled on opposite ends of the square, unravelling it into a woven interlocking pattern of red and white in a decorative weave. Miko and (Y/N) secured the string before giving the thumbs up to the boys, with Miko yelling: “You can start!”

Her yell attracted the attention of passing Autobots, specifically their guardians. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bee watched as the boys began to tape little pointy leaf shapes below the streamer. Bulkhead recognized some of Miko’s drawings as Jack and Raf taped a few red and white little squares to the railing.

The children were decorating. For what, they didn’t know.

Optimus too grew curious, and having decided he needed answers, quietly walked up to (Y/N).

(Y/N) stood on the left railing, on their right on the mezzanine, a ways from the lounge and on the adjacent wall from Fowler’s on-site office. Miko stood closest to the stairs as she held onto the end of another set of woven paper, while (Y/N) had gone to the railing’s end at a wall, pulling the length to the end and preparing to secure it. Miko, having received the cue, also began to pin down the woven end with tape.

Optimus approached (Y/N) while they concentrated on taping the end, either not noticing he was approaching or simply not really moving because they didn’t feel like they needed to. Optimus stepped close to the riling before leaning down slightly, closer to eye level with the human as they fiddled with the tape, scraping at it with their fingernails.

“If I may ask, what are you holding?” Optimus’ voice rang through the base, the question on every bot’s mind lingering in the air. (Y/N) turned from the tape to face him, giving them a warm smile that totally didn’t make him melt on the inside.

“They’re streamers, Optimus; decorative papercraft. We’re decorating the base” (Y/N) explained, their voice warm with tranquility with the prospect of a celebration.

“May I ask what the occasion is?” the Prime asked.

(Y/N) turned to answer him once more, with a smile even brighter, explaining:

“Today is July 1st, also known as Canada Day. I’m from Canada, so I thought that I might celebrate it, along with July 4th for the States later. I wanted to celebrate it at the base, and well”, (Y/N), averting their gaze back to the tape before turning to him once more, “I wanted to bring a piece of home with me for one day, something Canadian” they explained, and a hush fell over the whole base as the children continued decorating.

Optimus relayed the information, thinking it over in his head. While (Y/N) may be in the States, they celebrated the day of independence for their country in a different sovereign land. Though the Autobots knew about the Fourth of July (in huge part to Fowler’s love of the day and his country), they never truly grasped til now that there were people in the base who came from a different background, and while the children already had enough differences but a shared American holiday, the forgot that there were more unique differences they had yet to learn. Humanity was so connected yet so different in many unique nuances, it never failed to inspire a small amount of wonder in them.

The last statement (Y/N) gave made Optimus wonder if they were missing home.

This is likely a day they would spend with friends and family, and not being there but instead here, with them, he wondered if the newest charge was feeling lonely.

(Y/N) whispered a tiny ‘aha’ as they finally got the tape to unravel, and with a quick pull to the cutting edge they secured the end of their streamer to the railing, before helping Miko in putting little leaves up again.

Looking closer at the decorations, Optimus recognized the leaves. Red Maple.

A symbol of Canada.

The little drawings Miko made were of red and white Canadian flags. A miniature one sat upon the table, held up by a weighted stand, the flag waving under the air vent.

Optimus thought back to a few weeks after (Y/N) had joined them, and was sitting under the vent while the children shied away, Jack questioning how (Y/N) could stand the cool air which to him felt frigid. Optimus chuckled inwardly before, but looking at it now, they must have missed the north.

Maybe this day was what they needed to reconnect with home.

(Y/N), Jack, Miko and Raf finished their decorations, before sitting down together and opening a small container from (Y/N)’s box. Inside were confectioneries called ‘cookies’, little baked sweets. Optimus couldn’t help but smile inwardly as the humans all noted the small circular disk of white with two sides of red and one adorably drawn red maple leaf in icing. The children ate the cookies, enjoying the flavour. Miko had the bright idea to grab her water bottle and raise it up in toast of Canada Day, before the others followed suit, exclaiming ‘to Canada Day’ as they tapped their water bottles in celebration, giggling together on the sofa, enjoying the minor festivities and company.

Optimus worked at the terminal with Ratchet before (Y/N)’s voice called out to him.

“Optimus, can we go to the roof? Me and the others want to show you guys something up top”.

“I doubt it’s anything important” Ratchet grumbled under his breath, though the underlying curiosity in his voice was not lost on Optimus. The elevator’s doors closed, going up, and Optimus could see it carrying the other children up.

“I will go, Ratchet. You may remain, though I urge you to come too” Optimus stated, nodding to the other bots in the base to go up to the roof with him, stopping only to collect (Y/N) in his palm, seeing as the human elevator had yet to return. Optimus, Bee, Bulkhead and Arcee squeezed into the Cybertronian-sized elevator, watching the floors pass as the elevator lifted them. The Autobots stepped out onto the roof one by one, watching the children mill about as they placed tiny little contraptions around the roof’s perimeter in a large (comparative to humans) circle. They were a bit wiry, and each of the children held a small candle. Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead stepped out of the elevator to greet their charges, to see what they were doing. Optimus stepped out last, placing (Y/N) on the ground before joining the other bots outside the circle to watch their charges.

The Autobots watched as (Y/N) ran to them, holding a candle. They looked on in shock as (Y//N) pulled a small box out of their pocket and rubbed a small stick along the side of the box, lighting it on fire. They watched uneasily, slightly holding one another back from stepping in as (Y/N) lit their candle on fire, blowing away the flame on the small stick and smothering it under their footwear. They held their candle towards the group, who ignited their candle wicks, before each of them took off in different directions. Jack, Miko, Raf and (Y/N) paired up a few feet away from the centre and one another, each one lighting one of the little contraptions, before moving on to light more. Each one lit 4, making 16 in total.

The Autobots watched in humble awe as the children stood in the centre of the circle, their tiny flaming decorations letting out little sparks, but none of them were in close enough range to get lit. The bots watched in the dying rays of the summer sun as the eyes of their humans lit up with the sparks, throwing flecks of gold in their honey coloured, sky coloured, cinnamon coloured, (descriptive eye colour) coloured eyes, wonder and joy alight upon their youthful, innocent features. The bots looked into their charges’ eyes, noting the incredible colours of the light in the humans’ eyes, shadows playing upon the roof, and in the light of the sparkling little flares surrounding the humans and the evening sky above sprinkled with spare stars in setting sunlight the bots swore they could see the beauty of humanity, the same they saw in one another and themselves. For a single moment, everything looked and felt perfect, and the children were ethereal in their own otherworldly beauty.

The little flames died down and the ‘sparklers’, as they heard Miko call them, were extinguished on their own. The bots watched as the humans gathered smaller sparklers in their hands and lit them with their candles, before running around and drawing shapes and playing games with their flaming little wands (which, loathe as they were to admit it, scared the Autobots half to death for a moment or two). (Y/N) gestured the other three to their side, and each human offered their guardian one. Bulkhead immediately held onto it carefully when Miko offered it to him; Arcee gingerly accepted and held one after Jack implored her twice to grab one, promising her it was fun; Bumblebee beeped worriedly as Raf encouraged him before promising all would be well, and with their candles, the children lit each of their guardians’ sparklers, watching the light play on their divine, metallic features much like the Autobots did earlier to them. Bumblebee and Raf pretended to be wizards from ‘Harry Potter’, a favourite of Raf’s books, while Bulkhead and Miko waved them around telling stories and making plans for ‘dune bashing’ tomorrow. Jack chuckled at Arcee’s attempts to spell human words in the air with her sparkler, and they took turns comparing and complaining lightheartedly about the light in one another’s eyes.

Optimus turned to the feeling of a human tapping his pede, and looking down he could see the face of (Y/N) lit by their own sparkler in the dull light of the set sun.

“Optimus? Would you like one?” asked his charge, holding in their hand a sparkler.

“No, thank you. You may enjoy it instead” Optimus declined.

Optimus watched as (Y/N)’s shoulders drooped a little and their smile dropped slightly at his rejection, and he felt bad knowing that this day meant something to them; he was about to offer to take it until he was surprised by (Y/N) handing the sparkler over to Jack who handed it to Miko whose sparkler was extinguished.

(Y/N) turned back to Optimus, and asked: “Can I stick with you?”

Having felt badly about rejecting the sparkler, Optimus nodded, lowering his pedes until they were safely both low on the floor. (Y/N) stepped around the edges of his pedes before sitting, leaning against his knee, watching the children and their guardians play together in quiet appreciation.

Optimus snuck glances towards his charge, looking at (Y/N), who no doubt watched the goings-on with a fond smile like his own. It made him smile too, to see his soldiers connecting with their charges, learning more about humanity and just...enjoying life, even for just a day in their hard lives. The times had been harsh, the war leaving none of them unscathed, but to see them carefree as if there was no war was quite a treat they deserved. With this, they could enjoy a moment of peace and remember what they fought to protect for future generations of both Cybertron and now, Earth.

Watching (Y/N) and the others, he couldn’t help but think about how they probably would be celebrating at home happily with their own friends and family. He could only imagine how much they missed their loved ones who were a whole country away from them. Probably almost as much as he missed his own planet.

Maybe he could bring them back there for a moment?

“(Y/N)” Optimus murmured lowly, which to his human sounded like a hushed but still loud baritone, the voice of an angel drifting into their ears, demanding their respect and obedience.

(Y/N) turned and looked to their guardian, slight confusion but a sweet expression of merriment still present upon their face. “Yes?” came their reply, as gentle as a songbird during an earlier drive he took a few weeks back.

Optimus looked into his charge’s eyes, wondering if what he suggested would be sufficient.

“If you desire to see your family and friends back in Canada on this day, then we can arrange for Ratchet to bridge you home to spend time with them” Optimus suggested. His charge was still, their brows furrowed in question, prompting Optimus to add: “You should not have to miss out on celebrations with your family due to your involvement with us”.

Optimus shifted his gaze from the eyes of his charge to a spot on their face, not willing to truly look into his charge’s eyes out of guilt of his own conscience. As he said, they didn’t deserve to miss out on celebrating their national identity with family abroad simply because of a war they did not belong in.

Optimus was only brought out of his musings when (Y/N) had placed a warm human hand on his knee, bringing him to look into their eyes once more.

He was surprised to find them staring up at him with eyes no longer in question, but with joy and, even more puzzling, resolve. Their eyes sparkled even in the dim light cast only by the ring of lights upon the base’s roof which lit up the floor in the evening. Glowing blue optics met shining (eye colour) eyes as (Y/N) shook their head.

Optimus’ face minutely twitched into a concerned face as he wondered why (Y/N) would decline. (Y/N) answered:

“Optimus, Canada Day is a celebration no matter where I am, it’s a day for a country, and I’ve already recognized it. I don’t particularly need to be there. And, as for celebrating with my friends and family, I already am. Regardless of our differences, you are a friend and Team Prime is my family. I don’t have to celebrate it with relatives; I’d rather, in fact, celebrate with you”

Optimus felt warmth as they laid their head upon his knee, looking up at him once more. It was incomparable to the warmth in his spark as he basked in the moonlit smile of his charge who had compared him to family, and wanted to celebrate with him. Even when given the option, they still chose him.

“Besides, I doubt I’d be able to explain how I got up north so quickly from Nevada without revealing you guys. I don’t think that’d be good for secrecy” his human added with a chuckle.

Optimus vented carefully as his spark swelled at the prospect of being, apparently forgiven, though he knew that (Y/N) would probably say there was nothing to forgive if he spoke on it. Regardless, he reveled in the facts revealed, and felt a small smile reach his faceplates after their revelation. (Y/N) smiled at them too, that brilliant smile that made sparks melt, before leaning against him once more, watching the children take out glowsticks and play around with them from the bag of accessories they brought.

A tranquil silence befell Optimus and (Y/N) as they relaxed in one another’s presence and enjoyed the sight of their team and family joined in celebration. Their words circulated around one another's minds, but both were simply glad to be in one another's regard, and this knowledge had them wrapped in the cool evening wind with their hearts and sparks the only thing they needed to keep warm in the cool dusk.

It never ceases to surprise how much joy one can give by sharing their souls, and it never failed to bring others closer regardless of location, nationality, even species.

Optimus and (Y/N) sat under the stars, watching their family enjoy a reason to celebrate together.

#Optimus #optimusxreader #optimus-x-reader #optimus x reader #reader insert #Canada day #canadaday #canada-day #internationaljoys #tasfiawrites #special #holiday #international-joys #international joys #fanfiction #transformers #prime

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frosty-talks · 4 years ago

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Feast of the Winter Star

Hey y’all! I finally dusted off my laptop and got to writing again! Though this time it’s with a twist as I wrote my first proper fanfic in years. With Christmas and other holidays upon us I got into the mood to combine two favorite fandoms of mine: Stardew Valley and Miraculous Ladybug. Thank you @medic-eliza for editing this for me, it couldn’t have been done without your help!

Coat. Hat. Scarf. Gloves. Boots. Yup, everything needed to face the cold winter air. She tightened the scarf once more before glancing over at a wrapped box on her kitchen table — small, wrapped in festive paper, and topped off with a simple green bow. Her gift for the Feast of the Winter Star.

Every year in Pelican Town, the citizens got together to enjoy food and give presents to a randomly assigned person. This was Marinette’s first year in the Valley, her first year to participate. She sighed and plucked the box from its place, tucking it under her arm before opening the door with a shiver. The cold December air creeped in and cooled her warm cabin down.

The door was quickly closed on her exit and she looked out on her empty field. In the summer, it was filled with all sorts of crops: melons, blueberries, corn, and tomatoes. However, in winter, she had to get by without those precious crops and get by she did thanks to making enough money to last until spring’s harvest. Marinette walked through the barren field and trudged through the snow in front of her cabin, past the still broken down bus stop, and paused at the town’s entrance.

Once she arrived, she’d be in the middle of the festivities and she most likely wouldn’t be able to get away until late at night. She felt nervous. She’d skipped the other festivals the town had held. This one she decided to go to as she didn’t want to disappoint whoever she's got for her secret gift-receiver. But at the same time, there was the slight chance that they wouldn’t like her present and the thought made her involuntarily step back…

‘Snap out of it, Marinette! You can do this!’

The mental kick was just what she needed, and she confidently entered the town’s center. She marveled at the giant tree in the middle of everything, its long branches decorated with ornaments, lights, and tinsel. Children ran around without a care with an occasional snowball being thrown. Despite everything being outside, she couldn’t help but feel warmth all around.

“Hey, girl!” A voice called out to Marinette’s left. “Come join us!”

It was Alya! One of the first people to welcome her to the Valley, she had become a best friend of sorts to the newcomer. “Oh, hey Alya! You don’t mind?”

“Why would I ask you to join if I did?” The brunette grabbed Marinette’s arm, tugging her to her family’s table. “Just get over here!”

Currently only Alya’s father was seated, his attention being entirely focused on Alya’s younger twin sisters, but Marinette could see her mother setting out food nearby. “We’re so happy you could make it. We were worried you’d stay home.”

“Ah, well… I thought about it.” Her face turned red a bit as she held up her gift. “But I didn’t want to leave someone without a gift.”

She could see the faintest bit of disappointment in her friend’s face though it was quickly replaced with a smile. “Doesn’t matter, you’re here and that’s all I care about! So who did you get?”

Marinette sighed and revealed the tag. “Chloe.”

“Oh good luck with that.”

Chloe. The mayor’s daughter and the spoiled brat of the town. Hard to please and easy to annoy, and of course she was Marinette’s secret gift-receiver for the year. Chloe was a high end shopper with all clothes being designer, ate only the best food, and never lifted a finger to help unless it benefited her. Marinette was dumbfounded when she got the letter, how was she supposed to give Chloe a present when she was a farmer? All her money went to making sure she’d survive the winter with almost none left over to spend on personal items, much less items of a more expensive taste.

“Well, hey, maybe she’ll be in a good mood?” Her friend offered.

“When was the last time Chloe was in a good mood?”

“I’m only trying to help.”

A huff and the present was set aside, quickly forgotten as the friends chattered on about how the day could go. Soon enough the call for everyone to grab their food went out. Everyone rushed over and clambered to get the best bites, despite being assured by the cooks that there was plenty for everyone. With the townsfolk settled, the mayor of the town himself, Mayor Bourgeois, stood up with his glass raised in a toast.

“Another year is almost done and now we celebrate everything that has changed in our lovely community. The biggest one being that the farm down the road has finally been cleaned up and is now in use once again, thanks to our new farmer: Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

The small claps from the gathered townsfolk caused a blush to creep up Marinette’s face, and the farmer to duck down to avoid all the attention.

“With that out of the way I declare that the Feast of the Winter Star may now begin!”

The food was delicious, unlike anything Marinette had tried before. From the honeyed ham to the sticky toffee pudding, the farmer couldn’t help but devour everything she could until she was full. A look around even proved others had the same thoughts on it, Nino shoveling more onto his plate, Ivan looking like he was going to pass out from eating too much.

The mayor watched the trays of food slowly dwindle away until he was sure everyone had gotten their fill. Another success for the holiday. Now onto the best part. “With the feast itself out of the way, it is time to move onto the next part!” Mayor Bourgeois stood with a present held above him. “Secret gift givers, it is time to exchange!”

A whistle and everyone was awake and alert. People rushed to be the first to give their gift away while others waited until things had calmed down. Marinette instead went right up to the mayor’s table where Chloe waited, bundled up in a stylish but thick, yellow coat, white sunglasses still atop her head despite the cloudy weather.

“Ugh,” The compact mirror snapped shut, disdain evident in Chloe’s voice. “What do you want, Dupain-Cheng?”

She took in a breath before holding out her present. “I’m your secret gift giver! I hope you like it.” Fat chance she’d admit to liking it.

The blonde considered the present for a moment before snatching it away.

“Fine I guess I’ll see what you got me.” First the bow, and then the paper, finally leaving the box to open. With a flourish of her hand, the lid was off and a moment of silence surrounded the two girls. “Uh, what is this?”

“A scarf? It’s winter and I’ve never seen you wear one so I thou-”

“Well you thought wrong!’ The box was unceremoniously dropped on the table. “Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! I don’t need a scarf!”

Just what she thought. Marinette turned and trudged back to Alya’s table with a sigh. Even though she knew Chloe wouldn’t like the gift, she had hoped there would’ve been some appreciation for it But no, just ridicule. She plopped herself back in her seat with her head slamming down on the table.

“Didn’t go well?” Alya had come back, a new phone case replacing her old one.

“As well as you’d expect.”

“Well get back up because I have something that will bring that smile back!” Marinette gasped as Alya grabbed her arm, pulling her out of her seat and around the decorated tree. Her friend then skidded to a stop and covered the farmer’s eyes with her hands. “Okay, don’t peak.”

“Alya, what’s going on?!”

“Marinette?”

She stiffened at the new voice. No way. She had to be dreaming. Could her gift giver really be…?

She took Alya’s hands and lowered them down. In front of her stood none other than Adrien, a somewhat nervous smile on his face and a tiny box in hand. He took a step closer and coughed to hide his steadily reddening cheeks while handing over the box. “Surprise, I guess, I got your name in the mail. I had a hard time deciding what to get you so I… Well, it’d be better if you opened it.”

She took the box with a shaky hand. In all the time she’d wondered who got her she had briefly considered Adrien, but threw the notion out as it would be a miracle if he just so happened to get her. Yet, here she was facing that slim possibility. All she had to do was open it…

There wasn’t much, the box itself had a festive pattern to it, the lid following the same pattern, and a tiny bow taped in the center. A slight tug pulled the lid off to reveal a small handmade bracelet inside.

“It’s a friendship bracelet.” The blond explained. “You’ve been mostly keeping to yourself So I thought maybe I could give you something to show we’re friends. Look-”

Adrien rolled up his coat sleeve, another bracelet having been hidden from sight; this one’s colors being a slight variation on the one just gifted to her. “I have one too.”

She couldn’t think of any words to say. She had been distant from most everyone, wanting to focus on her work and not ruin another friendship like when she’d been in the city. Holding the bracelet in her hands, seeing Adrien and Alya’s hopeful expressions, maybe it was time to consider a different approach to her new home.

Marinette couldn’t help the small tears that creeped up as she pulled both of her friends into a hug. “Thank you. I love it. And I’ll do better to get away from the farm more.”

The other two joined in the hug while the Winter Star itself shone down on Pelican Town’s residents, another festival coming to a close.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #adrinette #stardew valley #drabbles #i had so many au thoughts while writing this #maybe i'll explore it in the future

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rosaline-kei · 5 years ago

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What a Marry, Merry Christmas! (part 2)

Disclaimer:I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan nor its characters.

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin / Attack on Titan

Parts: 「1」/ 「2」

Chapter 2′s Title: Levi

Synopsis: "I love you Hanji Zoe, will you marry me?“

Rated: T

Pairings: Levi Ackerman / Hanji Zoe, minor Eren Jaeger / Mikasa Ackerman

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Author’s Note : again wow im late its not even christmas here anymore im so disappointed in myself smH. Anyways, merry christmas and happy holidays to y’all :) enjoy this cringe i wrote a year ago on ff net sigh; im gonna regret publishing this here lol. Quick note: Also Sachiko is a character from an Eremika-ish fanfiction called Your mother. Feel free to read that other cringe on my ff net or Ao3 profile.

Levi and Hanji had been together for many years now. From friends to lovers, they came a long way.

Christmas was coming. His birthday was coming.

Every Christmas, everyone would gather to his house, celebrating the festive day and his birthday, as well. He was sure most kids or people would want their birthdays to be on Christmas, because that'd mean double gifts. But it wasn't like that for Levi. He couldn't care less about the amount of gifts he received. He just… liked the warmth atmosphere whenever everyone would gather together. But of course, he wouldn't admit that.

The only thing that he could ever think about that annoyed him about Christmas would be the fact that last year, Mikasa somehow managed to force him to dress up as Santa. Thinking back, he only did that to see his niece's smile… but hell, it came with a rather crappy cost. Not to mention, Hanji didn't let him hear the end of it. She had taken pictures of him as evidence of that embarrassing day.

Levi didn't think much about kids—they were just brats. Although, when he began babysitting his niece whenever Mikasa or Eren got too busy, he couldn't help but think otherwise. Maybe kids weren't that bad, he thought. But it still didn't change his mind that they were brats—he didn't mean that in a harmful way, of course.

He wondered, if it would be nice to have a family… of his own.

During last year's Christmas and birthday party, where he had dressed up as Santa, he had pulled Mikasa over to a corner after his five minutes of embarrassment being Santa. Everybody else were too busy reviewing the pictures Hanji had taken of him dressed as Santa during that five minutes to have noticed his disappearance.

"I can't believe you fucking made me do this you gloomy brat." Levi cursed, before tearing off the fake beard off his chin. "Hey, that costume was a birthday gift." Mikasa scoffed.

"A crappy birthday gift." Levi corrected, scowling towards the end. "Where the fuck did you even get this?"

"Hey, since when did Santa every swear—"

"I am not Santa. Besides, your brat isn't here so I can say whatever I fucking want." He huffed, referencing to Mikasa's daughter, Sachiko, who was his niece. "You're right, Santa isn't this gloomy." Mikasa commented, Levi shot her a glare.

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry. But to be fair, I only asked you two times. It was only when your niece, this 'brat' you're referring to, asked, you finally agreed. Admit it, shortass, you're a softie." Mikasa smirked, to which Levi looked away, a little embarrassedly for that to have been bluntly pointed out to him—not to mention, by Mikasa, out of all people. "Got a problem with that?" He rolled his eyes, so did Mikasa.

"Jokes aside, thanks. You really made her happy, this was the best Christmas gift she could've received. After finding out your birthday was Christmas, she was almost convinced you were Santa in secret." Mikasa laughed lightly, before taking out her phone to show an image she had taken of her daughter and Levi who was dressed up as Santa. And heck, she was smiling so, so much. It made Levi a little happy to see that. But then he remembered that once Mikasa had helped his niece snap a photo of her and 'Santa', the five minutes of hell began, the teasing, mocking, that is.

"You know, Shorty." Mikasa suddenly said, before keeping her phone back in her pocket. "It wouldn't hurt to… settle down."

"Settle down? The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You and Hanji have been dating for so long, don't you think it's time to… you know. Settle down. Get… married. Have little 'brats' of your own?"

Levi flinched a little at Mikasa's words. Once again, he didn't expect to hear that from Mikasa, out of all people. If Mikasa hadn't sound so serious, he'd probably have brushed it off and retort with a sarcastic remark. But because it did sound serious, he pondered on that idea briefly.

It… really wouldn't hurt to settle down, right?

His eyes went towards Hanji, who was still with the others, laughing at the multiple photos she had taken of Levi in the Santa costume. His eyes focused on her laugh, her smile. It never failed to make him feel happy, feel things stirring within his heart, feel all warm inside.

"Of course, I'm not rushing you to do anything, shorty. That's your choice, the pace you want to go with." Mikasa assured, before continuing, "Your clothes are in the washroom. Keep your Santa outfit if you want." With that, Mikasa walked off to join the crowd. Levi just stood there, his eyes still resting on Hanji.

It would be… nice to settle down, with her, wouldn't it?

Ever since that, Levi hadn't been able to stop thinking about that. Unfortunately, he never really brought it up to Hanji—the idea of settling down. He didn't know why. He just couldn't. A part of him, perhaps, feared rejection. It was stupid to fear that, he had been with Hanji for so long so he didn't understand why he feared rejection.

One day in particular, he was strolling in a mall, shopping for some gifts for Christmas. And then, that's when he saw it. A ring. Beside it, was a poster of a married couple, wearing those rings, smiling ever so joyously. He didn't know why or what, but just seeing that poster infuriated him, irritated him in more ways than one.

"…Fuck it. That's it." Levi cursed before stomping off back home. He called Erwin then.

"Levi? Why are you call—"

"Erwin, remember what I told you about what that shitty gloomy brat said last Christmas that I can never get out of my fucking mind?" Levi asked, to which Erwin responded, "What Mikasa said..? Yeah… settling down with Hanji, was it?"

"Yeah. That's exactly what I'm going to do." Levi spoke, and even without seeing Erwin's expression, he could already tell he was surprised, maybe even excited about the news. But before Erwin could congratulate, Levi continued, "The thing is. I don't know what ring to get her. I saw one on display, but it just doesn't... it just doesn't suit shitty glasses."

"I don't know what you're implying, but I am not going ring shopping with you. And if you're going to ask what I think suits Hanji, how should I know? I'm not going to be her fiancée by any means. You should know her best, what suits her best, Levi."

"Erwin—"

"Goodbye and good luck." Just like that, Erwin ended the call. Levi cursed under his breath, irritated. "Fucking eyebrows…" He sighed before running his fingers through his hair. Levi was tempted to call other people, hell, even that gloomy brat and the Jaeger brat. However, he chose not to in the end.

'And if you're going to ask what I think suits Hanji, how should I know? I'm not going to be her fiancée by any means. You should know her best, what suits her best, Levi.' Those were Erwin's words, and he was right. He had been with Hanji for so long, so he should know what suits her best… right?

Well, it didn't matter at this point, Levi had already walked right out of the house, back to the mall—to make a choice, he hoped he wouldn't regret, that he hoped would be able to make Hanji… happy.

He walked back to the jewellery shop, went inside and had a look around. The salesperson tried to sway Levi to buy the ring he had seen on display, saying things like it was on discount—saying that any woman would love to have that ring. But Levi just ignored him, it wasn't as if he knew what his woman would like anyway.

And then, something caught his eyes.

There was a ring that finally suited Hanji, he thought. For one thing, unlike the other rings, this one really… stood out, in a good way. It had a unique pattern and shape that Levi couldn't help but adore. Like most rings, it was circular in shape, what made it unique was that on the circular silver ring, was an angelic-like wing that embedded itself on the circular thing. It wasn't just that but, next to the wing-like shape, there were diamonds embedded into it. Not just any diamonds, but ones that reminded him so much of Hanji—they were the colour of her eyes, her beautiful eyes.

"Ah, that sir, if you're wondering, the diamonds are the smoky brown quartz, which I may say is an attractive colou—"

"Shut up already. I'll take it." Levi scoffed.

After buying the ring, rehearsing his lines in his brain on how the proposal would play out, that day finally came.

"Hanji Zoe, I love you. Will you marry me?"

There was a brief silence as Hanji's cheeks reddened up. But even so, the silence remained. The suspense and anticipation was killing him— and he hadn't really anticipated to be rejected, he hoped that really wouldn't be the case. He hadn't brace himself for that yet. The silence continued a while more and Levi couldn't take it any longer.

"Han—"

"… I was going to…" Hanji murmured, trailing off. Her voice went soft, silent. It was hard to catch what she was saying.

"What did you say?" Levi queried, feeling his heart palpitating. Hell, this anticipation was killing him.

"I… was… going to… a…"

"Wha—"

"I was going to ask you the same thing!" She exclaimed all at once, causing Levi to jump up a little. And before the male could open his lips to say anything, Hanji was quick to scramble through her bag, taking out the ring box, opening it to reveal a similar ring as the one Levi got for her. The only difference would be the diamonds encrusted on it, for the one Hanji got for Levi, the colour was a smoky dark grey, similar to Levi's eyes.

And as for Levi's eyes, they were now fixated on the ring, then at Hanji.

She had been planning to propose, too?

There was silence again, but this time Hanji's and Levi's cheeks were starting to paint itself into a light shade of pink, then darkening to red as the silence went on. Well, that was until Levi broke it. If Hanji wasn't going to say it, he will.

"… If… you were going to propose, my answer is yes." He mumbled, shyly. It was rare for him to act shy, but whenever it did it never failed to amuse Hanji. And she decided to be a tease about it.

"What did you say again? I couldn't hear ya!" She queried teasingly.

Knowing she was being a tease, Levi shot her a little glare. "I'm not going to say it again, four eyes." He grumbled.

"Hey! My name ain't four eyes, jeez… even Sachi calls me that because of you." Hanji pouted before her expression softened into a smile. "Of course my answer would be yes, I do, Levi Ackerman. I love you, I want to marry you." Hanji spoke, this time, she sounded genuine, sincere… sweet. It was heart-warming. Levi's cheeks couldn't help but redden a little more as he clicked his tongue. Hanji, assuming he was still grumpy over her little tease, sighed. "Oh come on Levi, was that tease too m—"

Before Hanji could've completed her sentence, Levi's lips pressed against hers deeply. Hanji's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't hesitate to return it.

After another few moments, they pulled away to catch their breaths—only to end up smiling, then laughing lightly. Without saying anything, the two slipped on the rings for one another, admiring them lovingly before their eyes went back to gazing at one another.

"You can say it's a Married Christmas!" Hanji joked, to which Levi couldn't help but scoff and roll his eyes at.

"Shut up, four eyes." Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes to which Hanji chuckled to. Deep inside, Levi had to admit though, that this was the best birthday and Christmas gift he could have ever receive.

It was her.

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cannabisrefugee-esq · 5 years ago

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Of All The Things I've Lost, I Miss My Mind The Most. Ft. Joker

November 29, 2019

I recently wrote on my Patreon about Dave, my new disability advocate who seemed like he was going to be helpful for once. Where my previous advocate was good at bleating on endlessly about my alleged “rights” as a disabled person, wasting my time and energy listening to her while not actually helping me gain access to resources, my new advocate put on a seriously impressive show. Because I don’t have a car and am generally too sick to walk or ride my bike more than a couple of blocks, and likely too sick to drive even if I had a car, he arranged to pick me up for our appointments and afterwards took me back home.

Because I no longer possess executive function and cannot consistently or reliably complete tasks that require it (read: the stuff corporate executives pay other people to do for them, particularly female people, namely secretaries, wives and others) this man filled out applications for me, doing some of them online, addressed and mailed the ones going out of town and hand-delivered the rest. This was almost unbelievably (!) helpful and I felt cautiously optimistic that things might finally be on the right track: a track towards getting me the disability and need-based benefits I’m entitled to as a seriously ill person with a disabling incurable, progressive disease.

To wit, Social Security benefits, into which I have paid since I started working when I was 15 and which they will just give to me freely if I live long enough but for which I have to beg in order to receive now, and housing, food and cash assistance that will help me stay in my little apartment, run my small business and somewhat control my environment and my access to climate control/lights/running water/refrigeration/toilet etc. and privacy and relative peace in which to care for my 2 adopted shelter cats and manage the daily pain and indignities of my disabling autoimmune disease.

The online application for SSD was returned to me in hardcopy to review, sign and return. lol. Along with a notice that if I want to also apply for SSI, the “other” form of disability-based benefits that’s basically exactly the same as SSD and as far as I know requires mostly the same information sent to the same place, I had to do a separate application for that. lol. The application for food and cash assistance was “never received” by social services, according to social services, even though Dave hand-delivered it and watched them time/date stamp it himself. lol.

Dave had also assured me that I was a candidate for vocational rehab, which agency would easily and gladly find me a part-time work-from-home job tailored to my new dis/ability and help me do and keep it, as well as offering me various assistance with my small business including accounting and other administrative support, technical assistance and equipment including a new laptop and other things. lol. Most of that seemed unlikely at best but I almost believed it: my hope went from none to about 3.5% — that’s 3-and-a-half percent — because anything higher than that is frankly completely insane and I knew better but I did it anyway. It was mostly involuntary because that’s the thing with humans innit. They (we) seem predisposed to hope, against the odds and against all evidence.

When I spoke with someone at voc rehab, she informed me that she had just that very day had to have a “talk” with Dave who apparently keeps making inappropriate referrals and making promises to sick and disabled people that voc rehab simply does not/cannot keep. They don’t do any of what Dave told wasted an hour of my time and about 3 days worth of spoons telling me about, and what is available is only available to people starting new businesses. People with existing businesses get nothing. lol.

As for getting me a coveted “work from home” light-duty position that myself and everyone else and all their relatives also want, and might actually need, they don’t do that at all. They might be able to help me keep a job I already have but I don’t have one, and there is no realistic way I will ever get one as even the application and interview process is too grueling a task for me now. Not to mention that I’m too sick to consistently show up and produce quality work anyway because even if a sick person can still produce quality work sometimes when they feel relatively well, chronic illness = unpredictable = unreliable = unhireable.

I put myself through law school with absolutely no help of any kind, took the hardest bar exam in the country if not the world and passed it on the first try, but that — meaning, looking for, applying for and getting jobs, something I could do as a 15 year old and did for 25 years of my life — that I can no longer do. lol.

I only saw “Joker” once but from what I recall, a bunch of white men and their white male “disability” system made another white man even more crazy than he was before and he killed some of them. I see absolutely no problem with that.

Today is Thanksgiving in the United States. I don’t know what this means in other places that also celebrate this holiday at different times, but I know what it means here. So Happy Celebration of Indigenous People Being Genocided By White Men Day y’all. Make sure you are sufficiently “grateful” to our male owners/corporate and government overlords for allowing us to just-barely exist (to serve them) until we literally, physically can’t do it anymore or die trying. This world is fucking crazy man. It’s absolutely insane.

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slut4supersoldiers · 6 years ago

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Someday. Maybe. Chapter 5

Summary: Throw together a boy and a girl and another boy and 5 middle-schoolers, two adults, a little girl with telekinetic powers, and a monster from another dimension and you’ll get the perfectly strange story.

(AKA: I suck at writing summaries.)

Pairing: Steve Harrington X OC (fem reader) X Billy Hargrove

Words: 1103

A/n: This is sort of a filler chapter. I am really really excited for y’all to read the next one. xx

I do not own Strangers Things nor the GIF.

CATCH UP HERE:

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

MASTERLIST

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I never got the point of Halloween. I had read all about the holiday and its origins. Throwing parties with loud music and getting drunk till the point you pass out was definitely not what the Celtic Pagans had envisioned when they started celebrating the holiday. However, that was the exact scenario at Tina’s house when Jonathan and I arrived.

Since Flo had taken my car to visit a friend out of town Jonnathan asked me to tag along with him and Will. Our initial plan was to just stay in the car and look after Will till 9:30 then drop him at the Wheeler’s at 9:30, go back to my house and watch scary films. This had become a Halloween tradition of sorts for Jonathan and I, seeing as no one ever invited us to any Halloween parties and boy were we glad about that once we arrived at Tina’s party.

Making our way through the sweaty, rowdy teenagers was not a difficult task, the difficult part was entering the house and watching Steve and Nancy dance their hearts out. Don’t get me wrong I wanted nothing but happiness for both Steve and Nancy but not at the expanse of my happiness. But it was my fault I should have told Steve about my feelings before him and Nancy happened, not after. He was loyal and madly in love with Nancy, naturally my confession had thrown him off. I had obviously ruined our friendship (if I can even call it that) in that process with my own hands.

“Hey you okay?” Jonathan came in a while later and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Hm. Yeah!” realising I was staring for too long at the happy couple I turned away but not before I caught a glimpse of Jonathan looking at Nancy. There was an emotion in his that I couldn’t decipher.

“Jonathan?” It was his turn to now give me a half-hearted reply.

“Yeah?” He looked at the ground.

“You wanna talk…to Nancy?” I asked cautiously not knowing how to approach the subject. I knew Jonathan felt something towards Nancy but every time I would bring it up he would shut me down.

“I don’t know, do you?” He put his hands in his pockets and looked at me.

“Do I what?”

“Do you wanna talk to Steve?” He nodded in Steve’s direction.

“Jonathan I don-

“Don’t play coy (y/n) I see the way you look at Steve. You can hide it from others not from me.” He gave me a smug smile. He never smiled that way except when he knew he was right. And boy was he right.

Before I could defend myself with some terrible lie we heard a loud noise, almost like a chanting from outside. I heard Tommy before I saw him, what with his obnoxiously loud voice.

“We have ourselves a new keg king.” He marched in to the house with none other than the Billy Hargrove by his side. He was probably dressed up as one of the Outsiders or Terminator, I couldn’t tell. Unlike always his half buttoned shirt was absent. Instead it was replaced with nothing but a terrible excuse of a jacket. With his head held high and chest puffed out he walked towards Steve, his cronies followed behind shortly.

“He broke your record. He is the new keg king Harrington.” Tommy spoke for the smug boy who stood next to him with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Jonathan tensed a little as Nancy walked away from Steve. Both our eyes followed Nancy as she walked to the bowl of punch. She could hardly stand on her feet. Apparently we weren’t the only ones who noticed it because shortly Steve walked towards Nancy ignoring Billy and his cronies. What followed after made everybody stop whatever they were doing to look at the couple. However, the tense atmosphere disappeared as Nancy, now angry and covered in punch strode towards the bathroom, Steve followed her shutting the door behind him.

As everyone got back to dancing, Jonathan and I parted ways both determined to forget about the lover’s quarrel that had unfolded before us. However, my concern for the aftermath of the said quarrel compelled me to walk towards the closed door. But I suddenly came to a halt when Tommy stepped in front of me, blocking me way. Carol stood right beside him chewing loudly on her gum while swirling the red solo cup in her hand.

“Hey, Doll face.” A shudder ran down my spine as I heard Billy whisper in ear.

“Billy have you heard of this thing called personal space or did you skip the class where they taught that too?” I turned to look at him.

“Wow doll face, my name sounds sexier when you say it.” my patience were wearing thin with this boy.

“What do you want Hargrove?” I crossed my arms and looked at him.

“Why don’t we grab a beer, go upstairs and have a chat about what I want?” He licked his lips and eyed me. His remark was followed by hoots from his minions.

“Why don’t you go bother someone who actually cares?” I could hear his friends snicker quietly, not wanting to anger Billy.

He glared at them and back at me. I could already see him clenching his jaw. He brought his tongue out once more to lick his lips. Without taking his eyes off me he grabbed the cup out of Carol’s hand and chugged the drink. He grimaced both at the taste of the drink and at Carol’s protest that followed his action.

“Let’s get out of here.” He ordered his minions while giving me one final look and walked towards the backyard. Hopefully that will get him off my back.

But Billy and his attitude were least of my concerns when Steve walked past me in hurry towards Jonathan. He forcefully grabbed him by his jacket, whispered something in his ear and walked into the cold night.

Jonathan nodded to himself and without so much a glance at me walked towards the bathroom Steve recently barged out of. Nancy was still in there and now so was Jonathan on Steve’s demand and Steve was outside and I was caught in the middle of all this. I could either be rational get in my car, drive home away from all this or be foolish and follow Steve to check up on him though he clearly wanted to be left alone.

In a matter of minutes I found myself next to a very upset and disheveled Steve Harrington.

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ryoshan-a · 6 years ago

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ok. listen i know i havent been here in ages and this isn’t an original idea but hear me out:

RWBY as a live action tv series, and our characters as the actors, actresses, and crew.

set in our world modern verse. featuring a small production company, employing and casting crew and actors from all over the world. not convinced yet? here’s why y’all should indulge me:

your muse canonically dead or afk? not anymore!! they produce the show now. or write it. or just hang out on the set when they’re free.

your muse a villain and hard to rp with other folk? not anymore!!! let them be pals with the most unlikely of other people. see how they deal with fndm hating their character. (or loving their char too much)

your char an oc? nOT ANYMORE. theyre canon chars now. maybe they write the show. direct. tell qrow off when he almost posts spoilers on twitter. ANYTHING

whats a crossover? the ocs you rp with are now actors/crew in their own universe’s movie/game/tv show. the chars from other fandoms are actors/crew in their source’s show/movie/game.

your ship a rarepair u jump through hoops to put together? not anymore!! their actors are shacking up.

lbr we’re all suffering the hiatus. who needs canon material for this!! they’re in shooting for the eps that’ll air in october.

seriously, how easy would it be to get,, literally the entire community involved in something like this. TAG ME IF YOU DO!!! i wanna see what folk come up with!!

still not convinced? here’s some ideas i came up with, with the help of @iruzurru and @rosescattered. obv if i mention your muse and you wanna get in on this dont feel like you have to follow these!! these are just meant to inspire™

under the cut, cause lONG:

taiyang and summer club together every year to fund a holiday for the entire cast and crew to celebrate the end of a season. they buy out an entire plane for the journeys and instigate travelling songs

taiyang is a writer for the show who played ruby and yang’s dad more as a cameo, but got given more scenes when the character proved rlly popular

summer is a writer too. noone, not even tai knows she’s gonna be playing summer when she shows up later in the show >:3c

emerald and cinder being best friends who play up icly for the fans. emerald throws down on twitter with anyone who harrasses cinder for playing a baddie

winter wasn’t an actor originally. she writes novels, but she was on set one day waiting for weiss to finish shooting so they could go to lunch.

she was given first dibs on an audition to play weiss’ ic sister and nails it. weiss insists she’s not even acting, she’s just Really Like This

winter writes fanfic of emerald/cinder on ao3 for shits and giggles dont @ me. noone knows its her bc she uses winter’s ic callsign as a username and ppl just assume its a winter fan

this is yang’s first big acting job, but she’s Known in celebrity circles because her mom is the Very Famous Raven Branwen.raven’s a household name

raven subsequently gets cast as her real mom because it just makes sense and would boost the series’ popularity following her guest appearance at the end of volume 2

qrow is very vocal about his character’s storylines and supports charities relating to substance abuse. he frequently finds himself in twitter discourse with fans because he loudly discourages romanticising his character

this gets him accused of hating his character, which he doesn’t. fandom either loves him or hates him

qrow and raven arent siblings but they might as well be because they’re so fking close and roast each other on twitter all the time

neo’s actress is actually a really famous opera singer who’s breaking into acting. this gives rise to the popular fanon that neo actually can talk and has a bitchin’ voice but chooses not to.

emerald’s an orphan. she bounced around kids homes and developed a great talent for lying in the process. hearing a drama teacher describe acting as ‘lying really well’ sealed the deal for her career choice. she’s had bit parts and lives in a shitty apartment until rwby becomes her first big break.

coco was a big actress in france. she came to america seeking to break into hollywood, and found it pretty difficult. she’s emerald’s roommate, and it’s emerald who tells her about the opening for a member of team cfvy and pushes her to audition.

ilia has to wear one of those green screen suits all the time so they can animate her scales. yang gets a selfie with her every time she’s wearing it. takes upon takes have been ruined by blake and sun laughing at her.

it annoys ilia at first. then, she starts to find it funny. then, she gets her own back by purposefully making people laugh. she does the yoshi mlem every time she cracks her whip.

pyrrha’s actress routinely gets bit parts and cameos in future volumes bc the cast and crew love her so much they want her around all the time. she’s like 50% of the reason a comedy mini-series where nothing bad happens exists alongside the main series.

the entire cast and crew rallying around cinder after v3 when the fan backlash comes from pyrrha’s onscreen death. they throw a party after to celebrate pyrrha and cinders great performances. its a greek theme

team rwby, smartasses that they are, all come dressed as achilles with little papier mache arrows stuck in their heels

weiss is a Career Showman. she started off in ballet, then moved to broadway, then onto the bigscreen. she’s had a huge amount of success despite how young she is, and was continually pushed to land greater and greater roles. she suffered a very publicised breakdown because of the stress.

she ‘disappeared’ in the showbiz scene when she went to live with winter in her remote little writing shack in the middle of assfuck nowhere to recharge.

rwby is her first acting job since then. she was hesitant to start back at all, but finds herself extremely supported and refreshed by the small, close-knit production.

blake’s had to work twice as hard for every role she’s ever landed due to being an ethnic minority. her professionalism makes her seem closed off and cold, so she hasn’t made many friends. she has a small, devoted fanbase, though.

summer is one of those fans, and has always wanted to cast blake in something. her character was written with her in mind, and summer was elated when blake accepted the proffered audition and subsequent role in rwby.

ruby is summer and tai’s daughter!! they are not shy at all about saying that her part was written For Her. they don’t apologise for it either fuck u they created this show they cast who they want.

the red trailer only initially existed for ruby to do a screentest of her character. it was so well produced and nailed so hard they made it promotional material and wrote the white, black and yellow ones to go with it.

ruby grew up reading her parents’ stuff and writing her own, too. in school, she wrote, directed and produced an entire play for her classmates, but never thought of acting until her parents suggested she play the lead in this new show they’ve been thinking about.

ruby and yang met on set. they’ve been thick as thieves ever since.

...AND SO ON I COULD DO THIS ALL DAY GUYS

#PHEW I SPENT HOURS ON THIS #seriously though i'd love it if we could revive the comm a little bit mid hiatus #and this seems like such a cool way to do it #as such FEEL FREE TO REBLOG #this isnt like a closed au or anything it's just an idea i'd love to see people play with!!!#PLS..... IM SO INTO THIS..... SUPPORT MY BRAND........

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stupidpianist · 6 years ago

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14 november 2018

It’s 16:48 right now and I’m in the music library. Idea for the Mastodon account to track ‘daily movements’ with more accurate timestamping is working well, really simplifies the process and I’m able to get a lot more precision/small details I would’ve neglected to include through that, but I’m feeling like doing today’s liveblog in a more paragraph-oriented format, sans timestamps?? ‘Throwing the timestamps out the window’ today, just feel like writing ‘off the dome’ in a less structured way, though still linear, hope that’s okay with y’all, if not, please feel free to skip today’s liveblog, please, please, come right this way, right this way, right on out of this paragraph and into whatever other thing you’re reading, pay no attention to little old me.

Woke at a semi-reliable time after ‘sleeping aggressively,’ I feel, really ‘hard’ sleep again. Woke with really heavy eyelids, which is unusual for me, usually if I’m tired I’ll just fall right back asleep, or if I know I need to wake up, I’ll feel groggy, but not tired, just ‘out of it.’ NOT TODAY, THOUGH!!! Today I was just all, whoa, it’s actually a struggle to keep my eyes open. Still somehow scrounged up the energy to make my way to the bathroom to brush, made some oatmeal, took a G Fuel ‘to the face,’ stared at my computer in catatonia until I had my meeting with one of my professors who’s helping me with recommendation letters. Oh, I also showered, yeah, that’s important, yes. Morning was spent in a state of complete stupor, entire head felt heavy and ‘anvil-like,’ I think, felt really cloudy.

Was the first actually cold day of the season, I think!! Which was exciting, I’ve been waiting for winter for a long time, if I can say something like that. Feels good to ‘don’ the ‘big puffy white jacket’ for another year. I’ve had that thing for, like, what, five, six years now at least?? Always said that once it finally wears out completely I’m going to get it repaired rather than buy a new one, that thing is staying with me ‘til the bitter end.’ Considered getting Five Hour Energy en route to campus but decided against it, and just walked while listening to Kero Kero Bonito while trying to regain some kind of cognitive ability before the meeting.

I guess as a way of ‘self-therapy’ for my unacceptably groggy state I decided on Knausgaard over Foucault to read while sitting outside the professor’s office, which is my favourite office. I wrote about it in a prose poem thing a while back, let me find it, wait:

‘My professor, Maggie, pinches at papers on her desk, and I notice a stunning array of mugs and thermoses that line this massive wooden table against her back wall. There’s one student in her class who sits in front of me and uses a MacBook Pro with a pink, soft-finish case. Without fail, at some point in every lecture, she’ll open a tab in Chrome, and start playing gigantic, full-screen, thirty-by-sixteen games of Minesweeper with such speed, efficiency, accuracy, that I’m more than blown away. On some days she managed a poker game simultaneously, and still continued to take detailed notes.

As I stand in Maggie’s office, Maggie glances up at me and says a few more things, and I thank her, then turn and leave. The floor is linoleum, and my boots make ridiculous, annoying, squeaky squelches.’

Could do with some severe editing, I feel… No longer feel ‘happy’ that I wrote this in much capacity, except for concept. Wait, let me just do a quick rewrite:

‘I’m noticing this stunning array of mugs and thermoses that line the massive wooden table against my professor Maggie’s back wall. There’s one student in the class who sits in front of me and uses a MacBook Pro with a pink, soft-finish case. Without fail, at some point during the lecture, she’ll open a new tab in Chrome, and start playing gigantic, full-screen, thirty-by-sixteen games of Minesweeper. Sometimes she managed a poker game simultaneously.

I’m standing in front of Maggie’s desk. Maggie glances up at me and says a few more things, and I thank her, then turn, and leave. The floor is linoleum. My boots make ridiculous, annoying, squelching sounds.’

Hm. Still ‘not happy with this,’ but it feels marginally better? I’ll come back to it, don’t want to ‘abandon’ this topic ‘quite yet,’ feel like ‘there’s something there,’ just haven’t really ‘teased it out’ at all.

So yeah, yeah, I met with Maggie, which took a few minutes. She informed me of the next Miltonmas, her annual celebration of Milton’s birthday, and also informs me that he’s turning 410 years old this year. Feel ‘tremendous levels of excitement,’ might ask A if she wants to go? Seems unlikely that she’ll want to for a myriad of reasons but I’m not gonna miss it unless I’m, like, severely ill.

Jesus as I’m writing this I still feel so so so out of it, probably had one too many beers last night for sure. Need to be up really early tomorrow for a work shift, so I can’t be going to bed late tonight, which is sort of, like, a blessing, so even if I wanted to stay up for whatever reason now I can’t.

After the meeting with Maggie, which went well, as they always do, Corrina OH YEAH WAIT, it’s definitely spelled Corrina unless she intentionally misspelled it on her laptop, I SAW HER NAME on her MACBOOK when we played DUNGEON WORLD LAST NIGHT yeah okay so now we know her REAL NAME AAAAAND we know how to SPELL IT yes so CORRINA was all like, ‘who wants poutine’ on the group chat with Michael, Corrina, Jasleen, Astoria, I, and I was all like, ‘yeah i want poutine’ and she was all like ‘okay meet me at the Starbucks in Eaton Centre and I went all ‘yeah okay.’ So my dumb butt walks to Eaton Centre only instead I go into Place Montreal Trust and I wait by the Starbucks, and Corrina goes all, ‘where are you’ and I go all ‘wait holy crap I’m such an idiot hold on I’m in the wrong building’ so I cross the street and Corrina finds me and we get this gigantic plate of poutine.

Sorry to report: did not taste very good. No no, probably, maybe, like, a light four out of ten? Disappointed. Second bad poutine in a row, need to pay Belle Province ‘a little visit’ to remedy the situation, need some good poutine in my stomach before I risk more bad poutine. So we finish the poutine and then decide to get caffeinated, something I really, really needed given my mental state of just complete BLAUGH, so we head to Starbucks and I completely overspend on a peppermint mocha. God those holiday drinks really GET ME, I love them SO MUCH, everything about the holiday season I ADORE. Tinsel, the music, the atmosphere, the ostensible snow, the wreaths, yeah yeah ALL OF IT, gimme, just-- gimme.

Then knew I needed to practice, even in my semi-conscious-but-more-verging-on-unconscious state, so I say bye to Corrina, who heads back to work, and I take the trek to McLennan, where I check out a copy of Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du mal. There’s an amazing website which features a myriad of English translations of each poem, so I’ll be able to cross-reference all of them whilst trying to keep up with the original French. Feel excited to be ‘getting in on this’ finally, haven’t actively read poetry in a really long time, now that I think about it…

Side note: the computer that I used, or, rather, the section of McLennan in which the computer I used was in smelled like poop. Not even like body odour or anything, like, straight up feces. Was really bad, that’s when I decided I’d just use the computer to see where the Baudelaire book was, and then ‘get the heck out’ and not update the liveblog, would save that for the ‘safety’ of the music library, which I mostly prefer to McLennan anyways.

Is now 17:16. Blasting Igorr through headphones, really don’t want to go practice but know it’ll be good, or, at least, like, mildly fun. Maybe I’ll throw some Schubert under the fingers, or something?? I don’t know, I don’t have many days until I need to record prescreenings, but I’m feeling confident, maybe I’ll take a ‘rest day’ and focus on pieces I don’t need to prepare?? Keep the pieces that I need to record’ fresh’ and not just repeated to hell?

OH OH I know what I’m gonna do. Gonna print out some Thalberg to read. Never get tired of Thalberg. Thalberg, my love. Oh-so-neglected. Hahahahah I’m just spouting nonsense right now, need to leave the computer before my brain further devolves. OKAY onto the PRACTICE ROOMS see you later for the first inaugural ‘Soundtrack of the Day’

20:40: Watching livestream of Megan Boyle reading entirety of Liveblog over ~52 hours without stopping; will not be updating this liveblog any more tonight, please also tune in to the stream, link in Megan’s Twitter

#liveblog #blog #writing

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toxicsimlish · 7 years ago

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An explanation?

First of all: Hello again!

So yeah I’ve been AFK for some days, and the reason is always school. I’m currently in finals season and if you guys are in the same position, you’ll know it’s pretty hard to do a lot of stuff that doesn’t revolve around school (unless you manage your time unlike me)

I’m making a small Holiday gifts for y’all! I’m done with one of them, and they’ll probably be done around the 20th or the 21rst, when my semester ends. Some changes will be made for the Perfect Genetics Challenge -- same fam, different feels. I’m trying out a couple of different reshades, and I still can’t find one that feels right lmao.

I feel like I’m giving out a lot of excuses, but so is the life of a college student who can’t manage her time :) Hopefully you guys understand, and see you around the 20th!

Happy holidays/free vacations for those who don’t celebrate 💙

#other #soo excited to show you my stuff guys!

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foxfaceintheflesh · 7 years ago

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Lost Boy Goes Home. Oneshot LoT fanfic with Jax and Sara Lance

Okay so this is my first time writing an Legends fanfiction, but after finishing the last episode of Season 3, I was compelled to write one. Sorry if its terrible, but I’m trying :3 Here y’all go enjoy and let me know what you think.

One shot: Lost Boy(Jax) and Sara Lance

Summary: While watching the last episode, or LoT, it occurred to me, that what if Sara Lance was like an peter pan figure/character, not wanting to deal with emotions, an warrior, but also an leader who looks out for her friends(kinda working from my own defintion of peter pan, not the traditional version where he kills deserters) but she cares for her gang of lost boys and girls. However, This comes in when Jax confronts Sara about leaving. This won’t be exactly from the show, but I want to build from it in this oneshot, and see if I could add onto this stand alone chapter/piece one day, to see Sara as Peter Pan.

“Never say goodbye, because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting”. Peter Pan by JM Barrie.

word count: 1947

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Sara sat in her leather armchair, legs sprawled over the arm of the chair, as she thought absentmindedly, looking at the wall of the library. She tapped at the arm of the chair with the pads of her fingers trying to distract herself from the flood of emotions that have been overwhelming her team, as well as her from the previous mission. She’s been trying not to think of it, with the mental resistance she could muster. She was always terrible at dealing with her feelings, and Stein’s death was no different. Sighing, she took out her pocket knife, admiring the edge, exhaling slowly. She couldn’t begin to imagine the toll it was taking on Jax. She had avoided talking about it with the team, advising them to keep their feelings in boxes, as long as the mission at hand persisted. But that wouldn’t be enough to deter Jax from making rash decisions, or trying to tell an young Marty his fate. But what good would that serve? She pressed her finger and traced it long the blade of the knife. She couldn’t save her sister from her death, but it was not fair that she couldn’t save Jax from the same fate or not being able to save Marty. She squeezed her eyes tight. Thinking about Laurel, felt distant to her, but like an old scar, she could still feel where it came from and how it formed and it would never heal. But she never had an psychic connection such as the likes of Jax and Stein. Sara groaned. God knows she can’t deal with emotions, especially not right now, and maybe…not ever again. Maybe the void suited her better where she coudn’t feel anything, she thought darkly, and then shook her head. She would rather be able to feel, than not feel at all. Besides, she’s been dead at least three times by now, being in an void is an walk in the park.

“Sara? Hey, this might be an bad time, but I need to talk to you.” Jax walked in without her noticing. God she should have been able to notice, she is an trained assassin God’s sake. Maybe being in the void really did throw her off her groove.

“I know what you may be thinking, You can’t go,” Sara faced to turn him in her chair, and got up slowly making her way towards him. Jax was like an little brother she never had, she could subdue him if she liked, she knew, and keep him there against his will. In her mind, she was debating the countless techniques that would keep him from leaving the room, as well as leaving the Waverider. Jax shook his head.

“I know what you’re thinking, okay? You could try to convince me all you want, but I need to go and live my life, and I don’t think I can do this here on the Waverider. There’s too many memories of Grey here. You know this, Sara. I need to do what’s best for me.” Sara looked him in the eyes carefully, internally grimacing that her little brother was taller than her, but she saw that he was certain and knew what he needed to do.

“You’ve been an valuable incredible asset to this team, Jax,” she said softly, but resolutely, “ And I do not blame you for wanting to leave. You will always be apart of this wild dysfunctional loving family, and I know that you know that too.”

“I know,” he spoke solemnly. “It’s just something I have to do. If I stay here, I don’t know if I would ever be honest with myself that I’m able to give up Grey. He.. he was so dedicated to the team, he risked his life for mine. I spent three years with that psychic connection, and I doubt I will ever have that type of connection again with anyone, Sara, even if there is someone else who comes along to start another Firestorm. Three years with that old man…Martin was the father I never had. We had our moments where we couldn’t stand each other, but he always had my back, and I had his.” Jax inhales swiftly as he fights the overwhelming urge to cry, and Sara can see it in his facial features as his lips tighten and his eyelids lower. She wraps an arm around his shoulders bringing him in close. His breathing sounds more like hyperventilating Jax is trying to will himself not to cry, as Sara touches his back stroking it softly and slowly trying to comfort him without words. Jax grasps onto her arm, letting out soft sobs that steadily increase. Sara holds him as he cries, giving him sisterly support, but she doesn’t allow herself to cry. She’s never been one for crying anyway, she will deal with Grey’s loss in her own way, but she isn’t focused on that for the moment, she keeps herself grounded in trying to comfort Jax. Time slogs on slowly as Jax wipes his tears and pulls himself apart from Sara.

“I don’t know if I could tell the team. I’m never been one for goodbyes.”

“Trust me, I understand completely. There will be time to tell them, don’t worry.” She uses one of her special smiles, meant only for him. It is an don’t worry its going to be alright sister smile, trusting and secure. Jax tries to believe her smile.

Jax goes to collect his things in his quarters, in the lab where Grey’s firestorm formula still lurks on the board, in the library, everywhere he can think of, where he may have left something or hung out in. He can’t imagine leaving the Waverider. It has been his home for the past year and a half. He can’t even wrap his mind around trying to go back to Central City. Yet as he picks up a picture of him and Grey, his heart catches, and his throat begins to close up, but he shares an bittersweet smile with the framed photograph. Wherever life may lead him, he will never forget the well spoken brillant professor, who shared an connection unlike any other. He wrapped his fingers tenderly around the frame and placed in some old newspapers to make sure it wouldn’t be harmed. Placing it in his bag, we walked out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Walking into the main room which was not lit for some strange reason, he shook his head and reached for an light switch, as everyone yelled “Surprise!”, making Jax stumble back slightly.

“Guys, you didn’t have to…” he smiles despite himself as Ray and Amaya chat and exchange remarks, Sara gives her trademark Sara Lance smile.

“You really didn’t think I would let you go that easily, did you?” she smirks and wraps an arm around his shoulders. “Come on, at least let us celebrate first, you and the holidays.

“Ah Merry Yuletide, everyone!” Ray shouts cheerily. Mick grunts and raises an bottle of beer in response.

“I believe its called Christmas nowadays, Haircut.”

“Same thing!”

“An Holiday feast,” Sara interrupts their banter, nodding to Jax. “I haven’t forgotten about Hanukkah, I swear.”

“We won’t forget about dear Grey,” Amaya speaks in her uplifting rhythmic voice, getting up from her place between Nate and Zari, and also puts an arm around Jax. He smiles at her earnestly and gives her an hug, she holds on tight.

“Never.” Nate and Ray chorus softly, but everyone hears them and nods in agreement, even Sara. Leo nods from his designated corner, he has helped with the last mission, but it is clear he doesn’t have the same bond as the rest of the team members do with Jax.

“Okay, enough with the long faces, lets go eat,” Sara rounds up everyone as they make their way to the table, the area festively decorated with two trees lined in ornaments, and tinsel. Colorful lights make the Waverider look merry as everyone gathers around the long table. While eating, everyone exchanges stories about Martin and Jax is able to crack an smile. These people are his family and he is reminded of that as they try in their way to cheer him up and chat with him. Zari has an arm around his shoulders and laughs how she tells everyone else how she demolished him in the video game they had played earlier that day. Ray cheerily tells everyone about being inside Beebo when he had his Atom suit. Nate remarks how he misses not having his viking beard.

“I wanna grow one. Trust me, it would help with the dignified Professor of History look.”

Amaya rolls her eyes and laughs, as Mick smirks and gives an hearty chuckle.

“Not on my watch, because I will definitely shave it while you sleep,” Mick growls as he takes an swig of beer, giving Leo an pointed glare. “And for next time, Don’t take away my beer.”

Sara watched in her chair at the head of the table(naturally) over her team as they interacted with each other and tried their best to make Jax feel better. She stayed silent and looked at Jax, mustering an smile, and he met her gaze. He gave her a small minimal nod, and she returned it, as she continued to oversee her team.

After the dinner was over, she walked with Jax a Waverider landed.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” he told her as he kept walking forward, stepping onto the grass, after the time ship landed.

“ I know, but I need to.” Her piercing blue eyes locked onto his brown ones. He shrugged and shouldered his bag, walking off the ship, and then turned to look at her more directly.

“ I can’t thank you enough, the honor is all mine to have you as an member of our team, one of the legends,” she gave an absent smile. Jax knew she was trying to put on an brave face, to be the Sara Lance he knew and loved, looking up to as the fierce warrior badass big sister. But he knew better than anyone she was trying to hide how she really felt.

“I’ll never be truly gone, Sara, you know that, I could come back at any time, so I’m not technically leaving you or never coming back. You and the team.. You’ll always be my family, no matter what and I want you to know that.”

“ I know. I’m just gonna miss seeing you on board.”

“And I’m gonna miss seeing you as my captain, Sara.” She gave an shaky bright smile.

“C’mere you,” She wrapped him in his arms for an tight bear hug, and he smiled, and after an few moments, they broke apart, and he looked her in the eyes.

“Captain,” he gave her an small salute, his left hand over his brow.

“Jackson Jefferson, you served the legends, the waverider and me well and I can never thank you enough for that.” She stepped forward and kissed his cheek. “Get home safely, and thank your mom for me. You better text me when you get home.” Sara chastised with an grin as Jax mock groaned and shook his head.

“You know I will, Sara. Good luck with everything.” With that, he strode forward on to Central City to see his mom and his family. Sara watched him go. She couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye. She wasn’t much for them either, like Jax. Because goodbye means going away for her, and going away means eventually forgetting, and she could never forget Jax or Firestorm.

#legends of tomorrow #LoTfanfic #oneshot #sara lance #jax #firestorm #waverider #mick #leo snart #zari #rip stein #nate #ray #amaya #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh havent written one of these in awhile

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Eleven Questions

I was tagged by the amazing @jeffreydeanneganstrash @neganismyobsession and @sherrybaby14 to play this game.

Rules.

1. Post the Rules. 2. Answer the questions given to you. 3. Make 11 questions of your own. 4. Tag 11 people.

Since I was tagged 3 times, I’m gonna slightly cheat by answering the 33 questions I was asked, then write 11 of my own questions to tag 11 people in (rather than create 33 questions which I would spend all night coming up with lol).

I’m putting a keep reading bar because this got hella long.

@neganismyobsession‘s Questions:

1. Favorite movie genre?

Lately, it seems to be horror, although I’m always a sucker for a good romance.

2. If you could bring one thing to show your favorite celebrity, what would it be?

Tbh, if I ever met JDM, I’d love to magically have the resources to print out a copy of ID to give him, or at the very least take the first chapter and ask him to sign it. No shame lol

3. Who is your favorite fanfic writer?

Just one?!?! Oh god...I read fanfiction in so many fandoms that I literally can’t say I have one favorite. However, I’m gonna give a shoutout to my girl @hannibalssweaters whose writing has introduced me to some kinks I didn’t even know I was into, and has had me reading fics about characters/fandoms I’m not even involved with. If you haven’t read her stuff, I strongly encourage it (altho heed the warnings).

4. If you could live anywhere where money was not an issue, where would you live?

Ireland, most likely

5. What brought you to Tumblr originally?

Oh wow...that was back in like 2011, and I only made a tumblr because my undergrad roommates were talking about it and told me that I should, so I did lol

6. What is your favorite past time?

Reading...does that count?

7. If the zombie apocalypse did happen, what is the first thing you would do?

Pack up my cats and attempt to make it back to my hometown, although that’s a 4 hour drive away so idk if I’d make it. But I’d have a much better chance of survival in my small hometown out in the woods than I’d ever have here in a major city. I honestly think I’d be pretty fucked and die really quickly just trying to get out of here.

8. What is one movie you could watch over and over and not get tired of it?

Pride & Prejudice

9. If you could have been born in another time era, what time era would you pick?

Tbh, the reality of any past era is not one I’d be interested in, especially as a woman. But I love reading romance novels set in various historical eras.

10. If you could be a famous person, who would you be?

Hmm...maybe Taylor Swift? Just to know what that level of fame would be like, but also because she’s relatable enough with her cats and old lady habits that I wouldn’t feel totally unlike myself lol

11. Apple or Android?

Apple

@jeffreydeanneganstrash‘s Questions:

1. Was there a book or movie that you read/watched that truly disappointed you? If so, which book/movie and why?

Book: The Game of Thrones series. I love the show (although I’m a few seasons behind) and bought the first 4 books, planning on trying to catch up and surpass where the show was, so I could know what happens next. I barely made it halfway through the first book before giving up. I was so disappointed that I just had no interest in it at all, and was forcing myself to read it. It wasn’t worth the dedication needed to read those beast-sized novels, if I wasn’t enjoying them.

2. If you could travel back in time, where would you go?

I kinda stated above how I personally would not wanna go back in time, because I like having more rights now as a woman than we have had in the past haha. I’m also not super into history, so I’m good with leaving the past in the past.

3. What is your favourite quote or song lyric?

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.” ~Marilyn Monroe

4. Who is you least favourite “popular” celebrity and why?

Donald. Fucking Donald. Do I even need to explain why?

5. When there’s something strange in your neighbourhood…who are you gonna call?

Hmm...I usually call my mother or grandmother in any panicky situations, so I guess one of them? Although they live 4 hours away, so idk how helpful they’d be if it was a physical danger lol.

6. Would you ever play with a ouija board?

Fuck no

7. If you could be a part of any T.V./Movie universe, which would it be?

Most TV shows I watch are ones where human women end up dead way too often lmao. Uhhh...Harry Potter, perhaps?

8. Do you prefer mornings or nights?

Nights, definitely. Even though I have to be at work at 8am, I don’t think I’ll ever totally get used to that early morning shit.

9. Can you name 11 things that are around you?

couch, fluffy blanket, glass of water, laptop, cell phone, coffee table, 2 books on said coffee table, cat scratch post, 2 cats, purse, boots

10. Black or white?

Black

11. What is the soundtrack to your life?

One song that I relate to a lot and jam out to is Alessia Cara’s “Wild Things” lol. Also, just about anything by Taylor Swift or Kelly Clarkson is usually pretty relatable.

@sherrybaby14‘s Questions:

1. Favorite Holiday?

Thanksgiving (which is coming up!) or my birthday, if that counts

2. Santa is going to bring you one toy this year. What do you ask for?

Heh...I’d probably pick out one of the super expensive sex toys that I’ve seen and lamented being unable to afford.

3. If money were not a concern, what would your dream job be?

Being a published writer

4. What are your favorite type of puzzles?

Ohhh I love puzzles of all kinds. I went through a phase a couple of years ago with large jigsaw puzzles that I then glued and framed. But I also love Sudoku, which I haven’t done in forever.

5. What was your first kiss like?

Drunk and nothing special

6. If you had to change your first name, what name would you pick?

I’d refuse. I love my first name. It’s unique, and I rarely ever meet anyone else with it.

7. What is the best dessert you can make?

I make some pretty bangin’ chocolate chip pumpkin cookies from scratch.

8. What are you thankful for this year?

I feel like I went through quite a few stressful and heartbreaking tests this year, such as being unexpectedly evicted from my apartment due to renovations earlier in the year, and watching one of my cats lose his health over a period of 6 months and having to finally make the decision to put him down in August. Both those situations were ones where I just wanted to let my mental health tank, let the depression take over, and give up. So, I’m really thankful for my support system. For my family who offered support, for my friends offline who were always there to talk, come over and let me vent, or help me in whatever ways they could. I was also incredibly thankful for my tumblr family. The Negan fandom (and some lovelies in the Supernatural fandom) provided so much support to me that I will be forever thankful for. I had so many people message me about both situations, and I even received over $200 in ko-fi donations for my writing, to help out with moving expenses. I don’t have enough words to even express how much all the messages and asks and just the aura of support I received, both on here and offline, meant to me. Because of that support from those around me, I was able to keep myself from falling prey to my depression, was able to find a new apartment that I absolutely love, and was able to make it through the loss of Sebastian (and I now own a new kitten who has helped patch up both my grief and my other cat’s grief, and refill both our hearts with love). So, to everyone who sent me a message, sent donations, and/or just had me in your thoughts...thank you. I couldn’t have kept it together and made it through without y’all.

(Sorry, that got uber cheesy XD)

9. Do you decorate for Christmas? If so, do you have any theme?

Ha, no. The cats would destroy any decorations, so I don’t even make the effort.

10. Do you enjoy getting ready (i.e. hair, makeup, clothes)?

Eh, not like I used to when I was younger. I take maybe 15 minutes to throw myself together for work in the morning. It’s only a few select times a year when I’m either going home or to a friend’s house for a holiday (or the one time a year when I go out drinking for my birthday) when I enjoy putting on music and taking my time getting all made up and going all out with makeup and such.

11. Favorite store to shop in?

Probably Target. Or Kohl’s.

Now, for My Questions:

1. Do you have any pets? If so, what species, and what are their names?

2. Your favorite place that you’ve traveled to?

3. What are you currently reading?

4. One thing that you’re currently looking forward to?

5. Where do you hopefully see yourself in 5 years?

6. Your favorite flavor of ice cream?

7. What’s the best piece of advice that you’ve ever received?

8. Favorite brand/chain/type of coffee?

9. One thing you never leave home without?

10. Name 3 things (can be physical, emotional, etc.) that you love about yourself.

11. If you were to recommend one published book/series for me to read, what would it be?

I’m gonna just tag a bunch of people since I answered more than 11 questions: @i-am-negan-trash @hannibalssweaters @strangersangel9 @vizhi0n @mrs-squirrel-chester @kellyn1604 @seraphimkouenki @superprincesspea @megmeg-chan @noodlecupcakes @faith-in-dean @sweetsweetpeach @ryangoslingstanktop @negan--is--god @thegirl-fromthesky @hazel-nuss @backseat-negan @autumnescape @wickednerdery @bamby0304 @embracetheapocalypsewithme @wheresthekillswitch @rapsity @supernaturally-lucky @superwholoki

#personal #about me #questions

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