#when a group of us have put in a lot of effort to decorate the shared living space and put up a tree

[choking-on-roses]

Here's a thought.

If you want things to "feel" like Christmas, you need to put some effort in.

Put up those Christmas decorations even though it's a chore.

Buy a gift for someone even though the shops are crowded and wrapping gifts sucks.

Make plans with people you care about even if it's a pain in the ass.

Buy a stupid Christmas sweater and wear it. Do some Christmas baking.

And most importantly, go find the people in your life (probably women lbr) and thank them for all the tireless effort they put in to make sure you had a festive Christmas in your childhood.

Don't just sit around and refuse to contribute and then complain that it doesn't "feel" like Christmas.

[ipseitydelrey]

idk if you do headcanons but I wanna know what you think each member of the BAU team would get you for your birthday?

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hi !! yes i def do general headcanons too, and this is such a good idea 🫶

birthday bash ☆ the B.A.U.

characters aaron hotchner, spencer reid, emily prentiss, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, david rossi, penelope garcia, tara lewis, luke alvez, elle greenaway; can be seen as platonic or romantic with any character

content just some general headcanons

aaron hotchner is incredibly observant and he cares for his team, so he will make sure you get at least a basket-full worth of stuff. he’ll likely say it’s from everyone on the team, even if he did pay for everything in the basket himself. he also goes out of his way to get presents for people he cares about (à la the halloween special where he got that darth vader mask for jack). included in the basket are some office supplies, flowers (of course), candies, and maybe a replacement of something you broke (like your favourite mug).

spencer reid will make sure to get you something that is functional from both an aesthetic standpoint and a practical one. of course, he’ll likely get you rare books with the pages yellow and worn from use, but are still delightfully charming, even if you’re not that interested in the contents of those pages. he’ll also treat you to a sort of last-minute-birthday-breakfast if you’re all called in to work, where he’ll get you your favourite pastry and coffee/tea, just the way you like it. antiquities are also a go to, whether it’s jewellery or otherwise.

emily prentiss is an enigma when it comes to gift giving; nobody knows what she’s getting for you, and nobody knows if it’s going to be a joke present or a genuinely thoughtful one (or some combination of the two). one present she might get for you are aphrodisiac chocolates because “you’ll never know if you get lucky” (her words).

derek morgan likely wouldn’t get you a genuinely thoughtful gift at first if you were relatively new to the team. but after some time on cases and at the office and such, he will put effort into his gifts. so for your first birthday with the team, he might play it safe by getting you gift cards; but after getting to know you more, he’ll get you something that is geared to your tastes, but it will be a gift that will remind you of him. although, he is just as likely as emily to get you a joke present, if not more.

jennifer jareau’s presents are quite rushed on account of her having to balance being an agent and a mom, but she does put a lot of heart into them. she knows more than anyone how taxing the job can get at times, so expect some well-deserved spa day coupons that she managed to find strewn around her place. it’s possible she’ll get you a couple instead of one. she will also likely give you a couple drawings henry and michael made, and you can bet that you’ll hang that up on your fridge at home.

david rossi in the early seasons (especially season three) would very likely not even plan on getting you a present unless he was reminded by hotch. however, in the later seasons, rossi definitely acts like the wine aunt who gives you straight up cash as a present. expect anywhere from $100 – $1k+, he has to use up the money he got from being a best-selling author somehow. also alcohol; he will get you expensive bottles of whiskey, scotch or wine, no room for argument (unless you have a legitimate reason).

penelope garcia goes all out for your birthday; obviously she puts the most effort in her gifts and more. for her presents, she will buy quite a lot, to the point where she might spend maybe half her pay check on the presents. her gifts mostly consist of decorations mostly for aesthetic purposes, but has little to do with everyday use. possible presents coming from her include paintings, pillows, fidget toys and mugs, all of which are very colourful. but she doesn’t just stop there with presents; she will likely organize a group dinner (or maybe a group breakfast, just in case of a possible case).

tara lewis is simultaneously the least expected and most expected member of the team to be a chaotic gift giver. she will also likely get you a joke present but while emily would get you something along the lines of a prank present, tara’s presents would be subtle and remind you of inside jokes either within the team or just between the two of you. also, expect alcohol, quite a number of the team will get you a bottle, including tara.

luke alvez definitely tries the hardest with his gifts (after penelope, of course), especially if he’s newer on the team. he’ll ask around for any ideas, either on what to get you or what kind of person you are with the team so he can figure it out for himself. if you have a dog (or two…or five), he will spoil the dog rotten with new toys, biscuits or dog accessories — which he probably collaborated with penelope on.

elle greenaway’s presents are ones that you shouldn’t really open with most of the team present because of their explicit nature. she’ll probably get you incredibly revealing swimwear (yet another collaboration with penelope), and also alcohol — specifically hard liquor. those are likely to be the only presents that you can actually open in front of everybody on the team without getting a lot of stares.

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[acidsoju]

FESTIVAL

genre: romance, fluff, slice of life, college au, non idol. pairing: guitarist! beomgyu x college student! reader warnings: lots of fluff, kinda corny, , alcohol use, a little suggestive at the end. word count: 7.7k summary: you thought this year's festival was going to be a bummer like last year's, until you found yourself stuck spending the three whole days of it with that pretty guitarist boy that caught your eye.

JESUS, THE PLACE WAS CROWDED. You had never seen so many people agglomerating on campus like today― suddenly feeling very lucky for being stuck at the mini bar your class had set for this year’s festival, wiping glasses and pouring down alcohol to your teachers in hopes they would remember this small act of kindness from you when they graded your exams.

Today was just the first out of three whole, long days where your university held this fun festival celebrating its students and allowing them to have some fun for their hard efforts throughout the year. The student council members had taken care of everything; from decorating the whole place with banners and garlands to the big scenario that stood in between the main building’s entrance and the people around campus.

On stage already were some majors from dramatic arts displaying and ending a modern version of Romeo and Juliet; Romeo being, in fact, your dearest friend Yeonjun, who blew kisses to the public after bowing and receiving a bucket of flowers that was thrown at him; his keen eyes spotted you leaning against the counter, softly smiling at him and he lifted a flower in your direction, charmingly winking his eye at you. You raised a cup filled with some sweet alcohol and threw your head back, feeling the burning liquid sliding down your throat.

As night fell upon you, more people arrived and your mini bar became the top spot to hang out so you found yourself pretty busy making some drinks to your classmates and some more teachers, who would tell you to drink with caution but still accept the free drink you offered them.

“Hey y/n, you should take a break" was what told you one of your classmates, tightening the apron around his waist. “You’ve been on since we opened up, why don’t you go take a look at the festival? This year’s supposed to be bigger than the last one.”

Well, that you could tell. Still, thanking your classmate and taking off your apron, you did just as advised and walked around campus, looking curiously at other classes’ stands, greeting some people you knew, laughing at others failing their attempts to win some prizes at the games. It was a really nice atmospher... until it wasn’t and you were falling to the cold floor on your butt.

You blinked in astonishment a few times, people rushing around you but not with any intentions of helping you; instead, they all gathered -even more if it was possible- near the stage where colorful light reflectors starting pointing around― to the night sky, moving to the people who cheered on loudly. What was it? Had the student council brought some group like Seventeen? Because if it was that, then you would have to break into the sea of people to be on the first row.

“Comfortable down there?” your eyes flicked up to boy standing tall in front of you, lights blinding you for a second before they moved away from your eyes and let you take a proper look at him. A stretched palm appeared in your camp of vision. “Need a hand?”

“… Yeah, thanks” you said grabbing the warm hand that pulled you up easily, your chest bumping against his; your eyes met a pair of brown, shiny eyes with amusement reflecting on them. Forcing yourself to let go of the hand that wasn’t letting yours go, you cleared your throat, putting some distance between your bodies. “Well… goodbye.”

“Ah-“

You turned on your heels and went back to your class’ mini bar; your classmate rising an eyebrow at you for your short break but still accepting gladly your help as people didn’t stop gathering around it. With your apron back around your waist, you started to make the ordered drinks and delivered them to the small tables organized in front of your stand.

“Ah, ah- Hello, one, two, three” a gentle, deep voice echoed through campus, caughting everyone’s attention; the people in front of the scenario cheered loudly and all eyes were suddenly on the single figure of a boy sitting down on a chair in the middle of the stage, a guitar resting on his lap and a soft, unbothered smirk plastered on his face. “Good afternoon, N University! How are y’all feeling on this fine summer night?”

It was that boy who had helped you up just a few minutes ago. You leaned yourself against the counter bar, enjoying the little time you had to take a break thanks to him caughting all the attention. You actually felt intrigued, your eyes fixated on him as he chatted and interacted with the growing crowd. He looked so at ease even with so many people staring directly at him― that did impress you.

“For those who know me, it’s good seeing you again! And for those who don’t…” you weren’t sure because you weren’t that close to the stage but for a second it seemed like his eyes stared directly at yours, his eyebrows moving up slightly before his eyes were somewhere else. You gulped. “… My name’s Beomgyu, nice to meet you.”

Then his slender fingers started strumming down a soft melody that was followed by his actually really pretty voice. You closed your mouth the moment you realized it had been open this whole time in amazement and enjoyed the melodies he created, the music piercing through your ears and your mind. It wasn’t a song you knew; could it be a song he had written?

Your thoughts completely disappeared from your mind when you ­-surely this time- locked eyes with him, his voice never faltering while singing the nice verses and his smile widening playfully, his eyebrows jumping smuggly, like they were waving at you.

“Your friend’s really good” said your classmate leaning against the counter next to you. You frowned, not really looking away from the boy on stage whose eyes didn’t move from you either.

“He’s not my friend” you mumbled.

Beomgyu sang a few more songs; some of them you knew and some others, you didn’t but still sang along to the ones you recognized while you continue to serve the people waiting for their drinks once they woke up from that small indulged dream Beomgyu’s voice put them in. After his show ended, other people went up on stage and carried on with the festival activities.

“Y/n, I’m sorry to ask you this but could you take care of things here on your own for a moment? My girlfriend really wants to take a look around” said your classmate pleading with his hands, almost falling t to is knees in front of you; it was probably the busiest time you were having but still, he had made you take a break and you felt like you owned him so you nodded and laughed at his excited self running to a girl waiting for him on the back of the mini bar barely taking off his apron and throwing it behind the counter.

It wasn’t long till you regretted letting your classmate go― the tables were full and some people very impatient. You hurried the most you could but still got some complaints that made you feel awful and your mind started buzzling in annoyance as you started making more mistakes in the making of the drinks; that was why you didn’t hear when someone stood on the other side of the counter and leaned in, observing you as you cursed under your breath for another mistake in the pouring percentage.

“Hello again” you almost jumped away when you looked up only to find Beomgyu resting his chin over the palm of his hand, smiling softly at you. He chuckled at the confusion tinting your face. “I was coming here to have a drink at first, but it looks you’re kinda busy so I thought-“ he walked around the counter to where you were, his smile widening as you took a step back; he crouched down to grab the abandoned apron on the floor and quickly tied it up around his waist. “-you would like some help.”

You were in no place to decline his offer; honestly, you were crazy if you rejected it.

“Yeah, thanks” you said peeking at the full tables waiting for you, a sigh leaving your lips. “Could you go over there and take their orders? I’ll make the drinks.”

“On it, boss.”

Soon, you both found a nice pace at things; Beomgyu would go to the tables, write down the drinks they’d order and come back to stick the small notes on a line while you’d make them in the order he took them, placing the ready-to-go ones on your free side of the counter, where Beomgyu would grab them and quickly delivered to the tables.

“What’s this?” he asked eyeing a pair of small glasses next to you that he didn’t remember writing down; you softly pushed one to him and grabbed the other one, lifting it up in the air.

“A shot for us, the hard-workers” you stated almost taking the shot when you were stopped by the grip on your lifted hand, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Love shot!” he exclaimed with a big smile on his face, intertwining your arms and pulling you closer; his eyes never left yours while he threw back his head and downed the liquid. You imitated him and felt your face flush red but you weren’t sure if it was because of the alcohol or because when you looked again to the front, you found his face closer than before nodding in satisfaction. "Atta girl."

“Excuse me? I’d like to order!” called someone from a table behind, popping up your little bubble.

“Coming!” replied Beomgyu letting go of your arm and walking away.

It was really late when people decided to leave and it was even more late when you and Beomgyu finished up cleaning and piling up the tables behind the counter, ready to be used for tomorrow. You arched an eyebrow when your classmate returned just after cleaning everything up but understood as soon as you saw the lipstick marks around his neck and his disheveled state.

“So, so sorry” he said apologetically, eyes filled with guilt. “I really did lost track of time, I’m so sorry, y/n.”

“It’s okay, really. I mean, at first I really wanted to murder you with my own hands but I forgot about it because someone else helped me" you looked over your shoulder at Beomgyu, who stood and looked away pretending he wasn’t caught hearing your conversation, whistling innocently.

“It’s really late, though. Would you like a ride home?” you classmate offered. It wasn’t a bad idea but before you could agree, because you were really tired and didn’t feel like taking a taxi, a voice came from behind you, suddenly so close that you flinched surprised.

“It’s fine, I’ll take her home” said Beomgyu, his warm breath fanning over the top of your head. Your classmate scanned the boy suspiciously before looking at your concerned.

“I thought you said he wasn’t your friend.”

Your cheeks burned.

Your classmate apologized once more before walking away, hand in hand with his girlfriend. Around campus, the reflectors stared turning off one by one. Grabbing your bag and hanging it on your shoulder, you stood awkwardly before the boy, dark brown eyes never left you as you moved around.

“Thanks a lot for today, Beomgyu…” you mumbled, finding the tip of your shoes much more interesting -nor really- than the pretty boy in front of you. Still, trying not to be impolite to your literal savior, you lifted your gaze and locked eyes with him. “I own you a big time for this.”

“Two, actually” he replied, his hands slipping in his pockets, a lazy smile drawing in his face as he shrugged. You scoffed; you didn’t think he would count helping you up as a favor. “It’ll be one if you let me take you home” he took a step closer, arching an eyebrow when you flinched. “Do I make you nervous, boss?” He practically purred, enjoying the obvious fact.

He took another step closer already making you tilt your head up to look into his eyes, glinting in the night as he towered over you; liking the way you visibly fought not to break the eye contact that unspeakably turned into a staring contest between you two.

“So, gorgeous? What do you say?” his hand left his pocket as he twirled a lost strand of hair in his finger before putting it behind your red ear. “I’m taking you to my place if you don’t answer me.”

-

You never were one to break people into your house. Mostly because it was a house full of people; from your old granma to your youngest siblings who were like little devils; whatever time it was, someone would be at home. Your parents were the less frequent there, only coming back home after dinner due to their jobs; your older brother had moved into his own place but still spent most of his free time in the family house, even thought his room had been transformed into a storage room; and your grandma practically never left, always baking and taking care of your siblings.

 So, when that night Beomgyu said: “Y’know… I actually live really far from here.”

You couldn’t help but to burst out laughing on his face, his coquettish smile dropping the second you did and looking at you like you were some sort of mad person.

“Well, that’s really sad, buddy” you said after you calmed yourself down, a few amused tears in the corners of your eyes.. “We don’t have any guest room, I can give you some money to grab a cab if you want and then we’ll be even.”

“Don’t wanna” he replied immediatly, a small pout in his lips appeared barely a second before it stretched again into his cheshire smile. “How about your room?”

This time it was your smile falling from your face.

Beomgyu grabbed your hand and pulled you closer, chest pressing against chest. His warm breath hit against your face and you looked up, surely looking terrified because Beomgyu couldn’t hold the laugh that came from him when he took a good look at your face.

“It’s really late, what if something happens to me on my way home?” he said almost in an inaudible plead, his thumb drawing circles in the back of your hand. You opened your mouth to protest some more but got cut off by him, already sensing you weren’t giving in. “I promise we won’t get caught, I’m sneaky like a cat.”

It wasn’t like your brother never broke someone in while he lived here, you thought while you dragged Beomgyu up the stairs of the silent house. You motioned for him to stay silent pressing your finger against your lips before you tiptoed down the hall till your room, closing the door silently behind you and sighting in relief after succeeding at sneaking the guy in.

Beomgyu peeked around your room, watching carefully every little thing you owned; from the books piling up in your desk to your cute pink panties thrown in a corner of the room. He couldn’t help but laugh at the cute cherries that adorned your underwear, his laugh soon being muffled by the palm of your hand covering his mouth, his smile softening underneath it, his eyebrows raising at your boldness.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up" you whispered, pleading with your eyes. A light came from the hall behind your door and you looked over your shoulder in terror, quickly recognizing the steps of your father approaching. You, faster than ever, pushed the boy onto your bed before you threw yourself in and covered both bodies with your bedcovers, trying to hide the visible bulk on your bed that wasn’t you.

“Sweetie? Is that you?” asked your father from the other side of your door after softly knocking on the wood. You bit down your lips, praying in your mind that he wouldn’t open the door and that the boy underneath the cover could stop fucking squirming and brushing his hands against the exposed skin on your waist.

“Y-yeah, dad. I’m home” you answer trying to sound like you always did. You held your breath the few seconds of silence before your father spoke again.

“It’s really late, get some sleep, honey” he said sweetly before walking away from your door and back to his room. After you heard his door shutting down, you breathed again.

“Coast is clear” wou whispered lifting up the cover to look at Beomgyu. You felt your cheeks burn; his big, warm hands were grabbing your waist while his face was almost pressed down against your stomach, the rest of his body siquirming in between your legs as he stretched them.

“Aw, I was really comfy down there” he whined, drawing circles on the skin of your waist while pushing himself up, his head falling next to yours over you pillow and the hold in your body making you turn around to face him. “Hello” he purred.

You lifted up your hand to softly brush away the little hairs falling against his eyes; he leaning into your touch and brushing his nose against the palm of your hand, before placing down a kiss on the same spot, humming at the warmth your body radiated.

“W-we should get some sleep” you said stumbling on your own words while looking down at his darted open lips against your hand. He licked his lips.

“We should” he mumbled, leaning in closer to your face, his breath hitting against your lips while his eyes looked down on them eagerly. “Shouldn’t we?”

You opened your mouth to answer but nothing really came of as you felt so confused. Beomgyu saw the perfect opportunity and took it, closing the distance between your lips. You inhaled sharply, your senses getting intoxicated by his scent and feeling yourself melt under his touch. Your already opened mouth giving him all the access he wanted to explore around with his hot tongue.

His soft lips taking control over yours and his raw tongue owning your mouth completely made you pressed the bottom of your body against his; his lips curled up into a smirk against yours at your action before he pulled away, the hold in your waist tightening. His eyes scanned your panting-self, satisfaction washing over his face as he hummed delightful.

“We really should get some sleep” he said, hand going up to cup your face and caress your cheek. You nodded lost in the reminiscence of his taste and feeling your eyelids heavy, probably due to being actually exhausted, and turned around, your back pressed against his chest when he pulled you closer and your legs intertwined. Beomgyu’s face buried in the spot between your neck and shoulder, and inhaled deeply before falling asleep.

-

Festival’s second day was on. And surely, it was even busier that the first one. Feeling yourself already exhausted after the frenetic morning you’d had sneaking out certain boy from your room without your whole family noticing plus the popular your mini bar stand became, your first shot was around seven p.m.

If you were completely honest, you had slept really well. More than ever, in fact. Walking up in the middle of the night embraced in the warmth of a pretty boy’s body was heaven compared to waking up alone and cold. But you weren’t going to be honest.

“You sure I won’t die if I fall from here?” Beomgyu had asked you, eyes looking down from your window to your yard while you quickly packed some things in your bag; you had tried to pull the most convinced smile for the boy’s reassurance but you clearly failed at it when his lips darted open and he gulped loudly. “What about a goodbye kiss first?”

You rolled your eyes at his smooth comment, trying to ignore the warm feeling up in your chest, and placed an open palm against his chest; Beomgyu was sure you were going to kiss him but he surely was surprised when you pushed him out of your window to your balcony, driving him to the edge.

“A kiss if you survive.”

After looking at Beomgyu clumsily slidding down the big tree outside of your window, praying that nobody from your family would be near the scene the moment his feet would touch the floor, and sighing in relieve while he waved at you with a proud smile on his face, you went down your stairs hearing the familiar sound of people having breakfast together.

Your grandmother at the end of the table smiled sweetly at the sight of you and motioned for you to take a sit and have some breakfast with the rest of the family, which you, of course, couldn’t refuse. You took a seat down in between your younger siblings and in front of your parents, who greeted with you with the same love as always.

You almost felt relived that you weren’t caught when your phone vibrated on your pocket and you choked out on a piece of toast after reading the message from your brother.

bro: yo bro: *attached image* bro: caught this dude coming down from your fucking window ???? bro: r u okay bro: should i take him to the cops or you: OMG DONT bro: … bro: i see … bro: my sisters all grown up now bro: im definitely taking him to the cops

When you had gotten out of your house and saw no one around, you panicked and called your brother only to find out he was just joking about the whole ‘taking your boyfriend to the cops, I’m not that old fashioned y’know’, had he said.

“So... he just walked away?” wou asked your brother throught your phone, after repeating at least three time he wasn’t your boyfriend.

“Yeah, he said he lives nearby or whatever.”

“Ah.”

Moral of the story was, definitely ask the boy you’re breaking into your house for his number first.

“Baby, where are you?” you snapped back into reality when Yeonjun placed his hand on top of your head, forcing you to look up at his curious eyes. “Been talking to you for like five minutes and nothing.”

“… Sorry, didn’t sleep that well last night.”

Yeonjun hummed nodding to your excuse, looking at you with worry in his eyes. You felt a little bad lying to him but, as said before, you weren’t going to be honest with yourself.

“Lucky for you, you have me all for yourself today" he said smiling sweetly, taking off the hand from your head. You smiled gratefully; Yeonjun had been helping at the mini bar since it opened early as his play was only yesterday: ‘schedules for each day are different’ he had said when you asked him why wasn’t he on stage already.

Did that mean Beomgyu wasn’t performing tonight?

“Maybe you should take a break? I’m sure me and Soobin can handle this by ourselves for a while” Yeonjun pointed with his thumb at the poor overwhelmed boy who had been dragged into the situation by him, cheeks red as he went on and on delivering drinks to the tables.

“Maybe later” you said, don't liking the thought of leaving these two boys in charge. Soon, after washing your face trying to wake up properly, you got into work again. Soobin was grateful to you for switching up with him the task, now he behind the counter making the drinks and you taking order and delivering.

“Hey, what’d you like?” you automatically asked walking to a just taken table, eyes fixated on the notepad on your hand waiting to write down the order.

“You, gorgeousy” you looked up at the voice that had been haunting you all day; a pair of brown eyes looking back at you delighted, a playful smirk drawn on his pretty face. Beomgyu leaned in the table, chin resting in the palm of his hand. “Long time no see, missed you so much.”

You licked your lips, stopping the smile on your face from widening too much. “We saw each other this morning.”

“Oh, I know, just wanted you to remember it” you internally sighed; if only he knew you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. His eyes trailed behind you, an eyebrow raising. “Guess you don’t need my help today.”

You looked over your shoulder; Yeonjun was taking the order of some table filled with pretty college girls who sent flirtatious smiles at your friend and he received them and delivered back as usual, his eyes going up at you from time to time. As he caught you staring at him, he motioned at the boy sat behind you curiously, who answered only moving your lips: ‘tell you later’.

When you looked back at Beomgyu, you didn’t meet his eyes but his chest. Looking up, his smile was still there but didn’t reach his eyes this time. You tilted your head; he was so easy to read.

“You wanna help?”

Beomgyu licked his lips at the sight of you, so sweet with your shiny eyes looking at him only.

“I wanna help you” he tilted his head closer to yours, your foreheads almost pressing together.

That day all of you worked even harder; Beomgyu was sent to help Soobin make the drinks behind the counter which, it seemed, wasn’t a decision he liked so much. As you went on and on serving tables, your muscles became sore and your eyes heavy. The only moment you did stop was when people’s attention got caught by the ones performing on stage; you’d lean yourself over the counter and chitchat with Beomgyu, taking a love shot ‘as a tradition’ he said, and forcing Soobin to take one too, even thought he had said he was a terrible drinker.

“Baby, I’m so tired!” Yeonjun reached your side, sliding his arm over your shoulder and pressing down his cheek on top of your head. “Oh, what a blessed upon soul you are, being gifted a friend as loyal as I” He recited dramatically; a hand extended on the air. “For this big ass favor, you shall buy my meal till death falls upon me” you couldn’t help but giggle at your friend.

Of course, your laugh stopped when a glass was put down hardly against the counter; the attention shifting to Beomgyu who poured down some dark liquor with a snarl in his face. Yeonjun snickered and shifted his position, standing behind you and looming over your shoulder while his hands clasped around your waist. Soobin could only look alarmed at the boys.

“O’ beauty of this world, if a penny you shan't have, a kiss I shall accept in your debt's place-“

“Yo, Shakespeare boy! Go wipe clean that table” Beomgyu snarled at your friend, cutting him off and throwing a piece of clothe at his face. You heard Yeonjun snickering on your back. “… Oops.”

“Where did you get this one?” your friend whispered in your ear, only for you to hear before going to do as such. You stared open-mouthed at Beomgyu, whose eyes didn’t meet yours as he made some more drinks.

“Hey, why are you so jealous?” you asked him, earning a glare from his pretty, snappy eyes. He opened his big mouth, gasping dramatically.

“Who’s jealous? I’m not.”

You snickered. “Oh, please. You are good at singing, not acting.”

Beomgyu pouted, looking away, his ears burning red. “Whatever.”

Day two ended around the same hour as day one. This time things got clean up faster as you were two more people than last night. You were glad that, at the end of the night, Beomgyu seemed to get along pretty well at least with Soobin. While his relationship with Yeonjun… Well, that made your head hurt. You internally wrote down not to get them together on the same place ever again if you didn’t want becoming a babysitter.

“So you got a boyfriend and never told me?” Yeonjun mumbled next to you as you piled up the last chair behind the counter, taking advantage of the fact your guardian dog was busy chattering with Soobin. Your friend sighed dramatically and looked at the horizon. “I don’t know how I’ll get over this.”

“He’s not my-

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, here he comes, ha, seriously…” Yeonjun laughed softly watching live how Beomgyu noticed him talking, oh so close, to you and opened his mouth offended, before jogging to your side, his pretty hair flying back.

“Hey y/n, let’s go, I’m so tired already, you only use me to help you out” he whined grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, glaring over your head at Yeonjun whose lips stretched into a cocky smile.

“Oh? But I was planning on taking her home tonight?” god, it seemed like your friend loved the drama.

“No way!” Beomgyu hugged you closer. “She’s staying over at my place tonight.”

“I- what?”

-

“Welcome!” Beomgyu exclaimed, pushing you inside his house, practically beaming.

You looked around the place; it had some really nice and comfy vibes, just like him, also it was surprisingly tidier that you imagined when Beomgyu told you he lived alone. The warm lightning made the place looked cozy already, but the house decorations reminded you of your grandma’s room.

Beomgyu’s big hands placed themselves on your back as he pushed softly into the kitchen and took out a chair for you to seat. You watched how he moved around the kitchen fetching a plate filled with chocolate chip cookies for you and a cup that was filled with warm milk. Beomgyu, with a cup of his own, took the chair next to you but moving it around for him to be facing you instead.

“I don’t like Yeonjun” he blurted out, sipping down on the warm milk. You laughed; he was such a easy puppy to read.

“I realized.” “He’s so annoying.” “He’s my friend.” “Well, he shouldn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and munched on the cookie, humming delighted at his taste, trying to change the topic. “Hey, these are really good. Where did you buy them?”

“Really? Gimme some” he leaned closer and opened his mouth, waiting for you to fed him the cookie. You scoffed but still put the cookie at his mouth reach, mumbling a soft ‘hey’ when his teeth purposely yet softly nibbled down at your fingers, a playful tingling in his eyes. He hummed munching down at the cookie while your eyes were focused on the crumbs in the corner of his lips.

“Come here” you said grabbing his chin with a hand and wiping away the crumbs with your thumb. Your eyes went up from his lips to his eyes staring intensely at you, freezing you on your spot. Beomgyu leaned into your touch and bumped his nose against yours, brushing it softly.

“You still own me a kiss” he licked his lips, a smile widening in his face.

“I know.”

Your hand went up from his chin to his cheek before closing the distance between you two; Beomgyu tasting like chocolate cookies and warm milk. His hands grabbed each side of your face and leaned closer to you, as closer as one could sitting down on some chairs in the kitchen. His lips moved so experimentally over yours, tracing the fine line of your lips with his tongue before meeting your own.

Beomgyu got up from the chair, never breaking the kiss apart, and towered over you. His hands found a place in your waist before he helped you up, this time your body leaning against his as he pressed his back against the kitchen counter for stability.

“This is bad, so bad” he mumbled under the kiss, drunk on the taste of your lips. “I could get used to this, to you, gorgeous.”

“Doesn’t sound that bad to me" you replied, pecking at his bottom lip one, two, even three times, completely focused on your very important task. Beomgyu smirked, his thumbs caressing the exposed skin on your waist.

“Of course it doesn’t.”

That night you ended up under Beomgyu’s covers, bodies intertwined while being drunk on each other kisses. You were the first one to give in to sleep, laying over Beomgyu’s chest, cheek pressed against it making a pout form on your pretty, swollen and darted open lips. His fingers caressing sweetly your hair, inhaling your scent and falling to sleep hypnotized by the sound of your heartbeat against his.

-

If Beomgyu had to count on the best things that happened in his life, number one would be the first time he played on a stage with a full crowd and the second one would have been the moment he opened his eyes that morning and found you sleeping soundly in between his arms. The way your chest softly raised up and down at your steady breaths, your barely opened lips that he so badly wanted to kiss the moment his eyes fell upon, your hands barely holding around his frame.

God, you drove him insane.

Giving in to his intrusive thoughts, his arms rounded your waist and pulled you closer to him, hugging you against his body as he inhaled your sweet scent; you groaned in your sleep, annoyed. Beomgyu brushed the tip of his nose against the skin in your neck making you squirmed under his touch. Following an invisible trail up to your ear, your senses awakened when a sweet, very deep spoke into it, hot breath making you flinch.

“Morning, gorgeous.”

Well, wasn’t this a sight from heavens? Beomgyu lazily smiled at you, while you blinked a few times adjusting to the light in the room and looked groggily at the boy in front of you. Maybe you were still dreaming? You reached out your hand and brushed his disheveled hair back; how was his hair softer than yours?

“You’re real” you mumbled, a yawn in between, earning a soft laugh from him.

“Aw, were you dreaming about me?”

“Yeah, a nightmare” you replied with a softl laugh, his smile disappearing from his face, and you quickly pecked his plump lips transforming the fine line of his lips into a small pout. “Morning to you too,” then you lifted up your body from the bed, making Beomgyu felt so cold at the body heat you took away from him, while you looked around the place. “you’re rooms so pretty.”

“Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” “That’s not how it works.”

Beomgyu was about to pull in a hug again and covered the both of you with his bedcover but you got out the bed faster than he thought. He whined silently as his hands went to the back of his head, keeping up his head to look at you. “Where are you going? Come back, I’m cold.”

“Gotta go home and change clothes…” you said, lazily picking up your phone from inside your bag and replying to a few texts from Yeonjun and your parents. “Maybe take a shower, if there’s time…”

“You can do that here” your eyes flicked quickly from your phone screen to his grinning face before snorting, typing down a short ‘crashed at some friend’s last night, we drank a little and it was kinda late, ily see u later xoxo’ at your father. “I need to shower too, anyway.”

“Anyway, I don’t have any clean clothes in here.”

“Use mine.”

“Wow, you’re really making it difficult for me to go, uh?” you smirked, putting your phone back down and walking to the edge of the bed where the boy laid. His hands quickly found the back of your thighs and pushed you over him, humming at the weight of you down on him and the pleasant heat of your body warming up his own, his hands brushing up from the back of your thighs to your waist.

“I lend you some clothes, you wash up here, I’ll even make you some really good breakfast,” his thumps sweetly drew circles in your skin, glinting eyes staring into yours expectantly. “what’ya say?”

“… Fine, you win. But I really should go home tonight.”

If Beomgyu had to count on the best things that happened in his life, number three would be the sight of you just out of the shower wearing his pretty big clothes, waterdrops falling to the floor from the ends of your hair, while you chew on the breakfast he had made for you.

“I really like your house" you said, again mesmerized by the grandma-like furniture that made the place look so cozy. Beomgyu beamed at your words.

“You can move in here with me then” you almost choke on the coffee after hearing him speak. A shade a pink tinted his ears at your reaction and he licked his lips, smiling kinda embarrassed. “Too soon?”

Nodding, your eyes too focused on the really good scrambled eggs in your plate, you replied. “Too soon, Gyu.”

-

Festival's last day was thrilling; people seemed to tripled by second and, of course, that meant more work to do. As always, you were thankful for all the help you could get; Yeonjun had brought, besides Soobin who had been the first to arrive after you, a few more friends of his from his drama club who had no problem helping a friend of a friend out. While Beomgyu had apologized at least five times on your way to the festival for not being able to help today, after hall he had a performance to do.

“Bottoms up!” cheered Yeonjun, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a small circle of people, all your friendly co-workers, where in the middle were placed the tiny glasses for the shots. Yeonjun hissed after taking his shot. “Today we got wasted, I say!”

“Probably y/n should, she’s the one who had work here all three days” pointed out Taehyun.

“Right, let’s get our girl wasted!” agreed your dear friend, filling up the glass for another shot for you specifically.

A few hours passed and you found yourself pretty tipsy, your handwriting messing up more each time you got someone’s order down. The boys decided to put you behind the counter, switching with Soobin who took your place taking orders. You made the drinks the best you could, trying not to spill more alcohol that you had already but still, it was hard as your gaze was too unfocused. Pouting as Yeonjun giggled at your drunken-self, you placed down the bottle and rested your head on your hands, trying to maintain your balance.

“Ah, fuck…” You hissed at the sudden squeak from the speakers that made your head hurt like hell, shifting your gaze to the stage. Scrunching your eyes, you were able to tell it was Beomgyu already on stage, the guitar on his hands, the pretty smile on his lips, the mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked around and finally found you staring at him. Your ears heated up and you didn’t fight the smile on your own face, sighting as a teenager on her first love you mumbled for yourself: “He’s so cool…”

“Ew.” Said Yeonjun beside you.

“Imma take a break now, ‘kay?” You told your friend, your eyes never looking away from the boy on stage as you walked away from the mini bar, not really hearing Yeonjun’s response.

You stood somewhere that wasn’t that much filled with people, grabbing a light pole and leaning against it for support as you watched mesmerized at the boy, strumming his guitar, his pretty, really pretty, voice reaching your ears from the speakers. The way he’d tilt his head to move the hair out of his face, the way his soft lips brushed against the mic; he was shining, you thought. He’s a real star.

You don’t know how much time passed as you watch Beomgyu’s performance, but when you realized it had ended and he was no longer on stage, you blinked alarmed and look around. What way was the minibar again? Taking a few steps wherever you thought it was the right path, you staggered and almost fell to the ground if it weren’t for the hand grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

“Hey, watch out! You okay? Oh my god, are you drunk?”

The sweet voice of the boy reached your ears and you smiled, turning around and throwing your arms over his shoulder, your feet barely touching the floor with your tiptoes.

“Hi baby,” You whispered, your face so close to his that your hot breath hit against his lips, your eyes too focused on those pretty, soft lips you liked to notice the surprised look on his face. Still, his arms wrapped around you, mostly to support you from falling on your own feet again. “god, missed you so bad, you looked so hot up there, I really wanted to go up and kissed you in front of everyone here…”

Beomgyu cooed, his eyes sparkling in delight. Just how much had you drink while he was gone?

“Someone’s pretty wasted here,” he said softly, watching how you mindlessly brushed your upper lip against his bottom one. “What should I do with you, gorgeous? I don’t think you can go home like this.” Beomgyu wasn’t fond of people ignoring him when he talked, but he found himself enjoying this little moment where you, cheeks tinted pink, eyes glossy fixated on his mouth, completely ignored every sound that reached your ears; it was pretty fucking cute. “Let’s go back to my place, okay?”

Beomgyu, who didn’t think things through, barely managed to dragged you back to his home, after having take you back at the minibar to pick your things up where he found that annoying one of your friend panicked trying to call you. Yeonjun was cautious of letting his drunk friend go anywhere with a man he barely knew, but couldn’t quite fight your big, pleading eyes in his direction while you hugged Beomgyu’s arm.

“It’s not like it’s my first time staying at his place.” You mumbled at your friend, not really noticing the cocky smile on Beomgyu’s face.

The boy pushed open his door and hold it while softly pulling you inside. After placing down your and his own things on his couch, he led the way to his bedroom, his big hand grabbing yours and drawing circles with his thumps in the back of your palm.

“Let me get you some clothes to sleep, gorgeous.” He said, sitting you down on his bed and turning around, his back facing you, while opening up his closet. The pair of pajama shorts and the t-shirt in his hands fell to the ground when he turned around to you, again, and saw how you slid off the -actually, his- shirt you were wearing, a cute, black bra holding your breasts.

You smiled lazily at the boy and unbuttoned your jeans, ready to pull them off too, when his hand grabbed yours stopping you from removing another piece of cloth. You looked up, confused, eyebrows furrowing, into Beomgyu’s panicked eyes.

“What?” You mumbled. “I’m hot.”

You are, thought Beomgyu fighting the insanely strong urge to look down.

“Here,” he lifted up your hands and placed down his new clothes on your before taking a step back, ears visibly so red. “change into this- W-wait! I’m still here!”

Beomgyu walked out of his bathroom in his pajamas, praying he wouldn’t found naked laying on his bed. Not today at least, you were drunk.

“Hey gorgeous, feeling okay?”

You sat on his bed, legs crossed and a pretty pout on your lips. Beomgyu offered you a glass of fresh water that you almost emptied while he opened up the bedcovers and placed down the glass on his bedside table.

“Come here.” He hugged you from behind, falling on his back and taking you down with him. You turned around, adjusting your body over his before your lips were tracing an invisible path up from his jawline to his lips. Beomgyu closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your lips against his skin and returning the deep kiss when your lips connected.

His hands lazily rested on your sides, brushing up and down your skin while your moved to straddle him, one knee against each side of his hips. Tilting your head slightly, you deepened the kiss and opened your mouth to trace the line of his lips with your tongue, hearing a soft sigh spacing from the boy.

“Open your mouth, please…” You said, barely putting some distance between your mouths. Beomgyu licked his lips, eyes fluttering open to watch the needy look on your face. He complied, lips barely parting open before you closed the distance again, your tongue softly moving into his mouth and caressing his.

Kisses were everywhere. From his mouth, you travelled to his cheek and then down to the line of his jaw, biting softly at the sharpness of it earning an almost inaudible hiss from the boy underneath you.

“He-hey, we should… god, we should stop here.” He sighed, eyes betraying him and closing at the feeling of you kissing and biting the skin of his neck. You ignored him and continued your job arduously, wanting to his more of the sounds Beomgyu could make. But you were impeded from it when the boy swiftly switched places with you, now your back pressing against the mattress and him straddling your hips. “Relax, gorgeous, I don’t want you doing anything you won’t remember tomorrow.”

You squirmed underneath him and pleaded with your eyes, earning a mocking smile from his lips before he leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead, his hands holding firmly your waist.

“Let’s get some sleep, okay?” He whispered in your ear, before kissing against it feeling as you shivered at the touch. Then he went down and hovered over your neck, humming at your smell. “If you’re good tomorrow maybe I’ll let you continue where you left off…” His hot breath against your skin made your own got goosebumps. Beomgyu trailed down his face, reaching the level of your stomach and brushed his nose against your exposed skin, eyes looking up at yours. “Sounds good, gorgeous?” He whispered against the skin in your abdomen, before placing a last, soft kiss on the spot.

You sighed, wanting to feel more of his lips on your body but still nodded. Beomgyu smiled and laid down beside you, arms always tugging you closer.

“Sleep tight, gorgeous.”

[1way2mars]

Pazuribe Event Translation - “Happy gameathlon!! ～Kisaki and Hanma edition～”

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OPENING STORY

羽宮 一虎：おいマイキー！急に呼び出してなんだよ

Kazutora: Hey Mikey! What’s up with this sudden call?

佐野 万次郎：おせぇよ一虎～オレが呼んだら5分で来いよ

Mikey: You’re laaate Kazutora～ When I call you, you gotta show up in five minutes.

羽宮 一虎：無茶言うなよー

Kazutora: Don’t be ridiculous. 

河田 ナホヤ：一虎も来たしこれで全員か？

Smiley: Since Kazutora is here, is this everyone?

羽宮 一虎：おれ？そうなん？珍しいメンツだな…

Kazutora: Eh? Wait, what? This is a weird group…

羽宮 一虎：ドラケンとか他のヤツらは？

Kazutora: What ‘bout Draken and the others?

佐野 万次郎：....今回はオマエらにしか頼めねぇことなんだ

Mikey: I can only count on you guys this time…

武藤 泰宏：なんだどうした

Muto: What’s wrong?

河田 ソウヤ：オレら力になるよ！

Angry: We can help!

佐野 万次郎：これなんだけど....

Mikey: The thing is…

河田 ナホヤ：ん？これいつものゲーセンにある格ゲーじゃん

Smiley: Mh? Isn’t this the usual arcade with fighting games?

羽宮 一虎：これがどうかしたのかよ？

Kazutora: So what’s the deal with this?

佐野 万次郎：これでこの間ケンチンたちにボコボコにされたんだよ…！

Mikey: The other day Kenchin and the crew totally beat me to a pulp…!

羽宮 一虎：…は？

Kazutora: …Huh?

佐野 万次郎：次戦う時にぜってぇ全員ボコボコにしてやりてぇ

Mikey: So next time we fight, I gotta be the one to take them down.

佐野 万次郎：ってことで！オレの秘密の特訓に付き合え！！

Mikey: So! Come join my secret training!!

河田 ナホヤ：…マジかよ　そんなことのためにこんな大人数呼んだん？マイキー

Smiley: No way… Ya really hit us up for somethin’ like that, Mikey?

佐野 万次郎：ああ　オレは大真面目だ

Mikey: Yeah. Deadass.

羽宮 一虎：マイキー　このメンツでゲームの特訓やんの？できると思う？

Kazutora: Mikey, you gonna do game training with these guys? You think so?

三途 春千夜：おい、テメェ　マイキーが言うことに口答えすんじゃねぇよ

Sanzu: Hey, you bastard. Don’t talk like that to Mikey.

三途 春千夜：マイキーが特訓するって言ってんだから黙って付き会え

Sanzu: He said we’re training so shut up and join. 

羽宮 一虎：は？オマエ急に口出してきて何？喧嘩売ってんのか？

Kazutora: Hah? Why ya suddenly butting in? Ya tryna pick up a fight?

武藤 泰宏：落ち着け、オマエら

Muto: Calm down, you two.

河田 ナホヤ：まぁどうせヒマだしな　オレらは特訓付き合うか

Smiley: Alright we got nothin’ to do. We’ll go train. 

河田 ソウヤ：うん、そうしよう兄ちゃん

Angry: Yeah, that’s right big bro.

三途 春千夜：オレも付き合う

Sanzu: I’ll join too. 

武藤 泰宏：オマエはどうするんだ？羽宮

Muto: What about you, Hanemiya?

羽宮 一虎：手伝わねぇとは言ってねぇじゃん！！

Kazutora: I never said I ain’t gonna help!!

武藤 泰宏：…だそうだマイキー

Muto: So that’s it, Mikey…

佐野 万次郎：よし！じゃあゲーセン行こうぜ！！

Mikey: Alright! Let’s go to the arcade!!

STORY AFTER EASY LEVEL

ーゲームセンター

–At the arcade– 

佐野 万次郎：なんかいつもと違くね？

Mikey: Doesn’t something look different from usual?

羽宮 一虎：確かにいつもより女の子が多いかも

Kazutora: For sure there’s more girls around. 

河田 ナホヤ：スゲェファンシーな飾り付けだな　これが理由か？

Smiley: That’s some fancy decoration… What’s the occasion?

河田 ソウヤ：「サンリオキャラクターズフェア実施中！」だって

Angry: ‘Cause the “Ongoing Sanrio Character Fair!”

武藤 泰宏：サンリオキャラクターズフェア？

Muto: Sanrio Character Fair?

三途 春千夜：フェア中はサンリオキャラクターの景品が取りやすくなってるみたいです

Sanzu: Looks like it’s easier to get Sanrio character’s prizes during the fair.

武藤 泰宏：…なるほど

Muto: I see…

羽宮 一虎：へ～他にも色々やってんだな

Kazutora: Wow～ There’s a lot of other stuff going on too.

佐野 万次郎：まぁ、オレたちには関係ないな　格ゲーのコーナー行こうぜ

Mikey: Well, it has nothing to do with us. Let’s go to the fighting games corner.

武藤 泰宏：そうだな

Muto: Sure.

河田 ソウヤ：ねぇマイキー

Angry: Hey, Mikey.

佐野 万次郎：どうした？アングリー

Mikey: What’s wrong, Angry?

河田 ソウヤ：格ゲーって1対1だよね？

Angry: Games are one-on-one, right?

河田 ソウヤ：プレイしてない間スマイリーとUFOキャッチャーのコーナー行っててもいい？

Angry: Is it okay if Smiley and I go to the claw machines corner while we don’t play?

佐野 万次郎：オッケー　その代わりオレが呼んだらすぐ来いよな～

Mikey: Okaay. In exchange, you’ll come immediately if I call you～

河田 ソウヤ：わかった！スマイリー！UFOキャッチャー行こ！

Angry: Got it! Smiley! Let’s go to the claw machines!

河田 ナホヤ：おう！

Smiley: Lets! 

・・・

河田 ソウヤ：兄ちゃん！頑張って！

Angry: Big bro! Good luck!

河田 ナホヤ：まかせとけ！

Smiley: Leave it to me!

ポロッ

Thud

河田 ナホヤ：うわっ落ちた　結構デケェから上手く行かねぇな　両替してくっか～

Smiley: Ohhh, it fell. They’re pretty big so it’s not working out. I’ll go for change～

河田 ソウヤ：うん…　…！ねぇ、兄ちゃんアイツら

Angry: Okay… …! Hey big bro, those two.

半間 修二：ほら、稀咲～♪　これやるよ

Hanma: Look, Kisaki～♪ I got this.

稀咲 鉄太：いらねぇよ

Kisaki: No thanks.

稀咲 鉄太：あ、おい！無理やり持たせようどするな！！

Kisaki: H-hey! Don’t force me to carry this!!

河田 ナホヤ：げ、半間と稀咲

Smiley: Ugh, Hanma and Kisaki. 

半間 修二：ん～？なんだぁ？だれかと思えば東卍の双子じゃねーか♡

Hanma: Mhhh～? What’s this? Now that I think about it, if it isn’t the Toman twins♡

河田 ナホヤ：ああ？テメェ何か用かよ？

Smiley: Hah? What the hell do ya want? 

半間 修二：後から来たのオマエらじゃん　おれらただ遊びに来ただけだぜ？

Hanma: Aren’t you the ones that arrived after us? We were just playing around?

半間 修二：なぁ？稀咲♡

Hanma: Riiight? Kisaki♡

稀咲 鉄太：オレはコイツに付き合うわされてるだけだ

Kisaki: I’m only tagging along. 

河田 ソウヤ：兄ちゃん、遊んでるだけならほっとこ

Angry: Big bro, if they’re only playing, let’s leave them alone.

河田 ナホヤ：…そうだな

Smiley: Right…

半間 修二：ところで…　オマエらそのぬいぐるみ取るのか？

Hanma: By the way… Are ya gonna catch that plushie?

河田 ナホヤ：あ～？テメェに関係ねぇだろうが

Smiley: Hah～? None of your business.

半間 修二：オレが手本を見せてやるよ♪

Hanma: I’ll show ya how it’s done♪

STORY AFTER MIDDLE LEVEL

半間 修二：ほらゲット♪

Hanma: Got it♪

河田 ナホヤ：悔しいけどコイツ上手ぇ・・・

Smiley: Hate to admit it, but you’re good…

河田 ソウヤ：そうだね・・・

Angry: Yeah…

稀咲 鉄太：半間、もう遊びは終わりでいいか？

Kisaki: Hanma, are you done playing?

半間 修二：稀咲～　コイツらに格の違いを見せてつけてやったのにそのいう草かよ

Hanma: Kisaki～ I proved we’re ahead of them, but now they’ve got the guts to talk like that.

稀咲 鉄太：クレーンゲームで格の違いを見せてつけてなんの意味がある

Kisaki: What’s the point of showing off who is the best at claw machines?

半間 修二：う～ん、なんも意味ねーかも

Hanma: Mhhhh～ You might be right.

稀咲 鉄太：だろうな

Kisaki: See?

佐野 万次郎：おい、オマエら何スマイリー達に絡んでんだよ

Mikey: Hey, why you giving Smiley and Angry a hard time?

半間 修二：げ～面倒なやつが来ちゃった

Hanma: Eehh～ And the pain in the ass shows up. 

三途 春千夜：は？テメェマイキーにそんな口聞いてんじゃねぇ

Sanzu: Hah? Don’t talk to Mikey like that, asshole.

半間 修二：こいつら相手にするのダリィ　稀咲～あっち行こうぜ

Hanma: Dealing with you guys is such a drag. Kisaki～ Let’s go there.

稀咲 鉄太：オレはそろそろ帰りたいんだが…

Kisaki: I just wanna go home…

半間 修二：まだ遊ぼ～ぜ♡稀咲

Hanma: Let’s still plaaay～♡ Kisaki

稀咲 鉄太：…チッいい加減にしろ

Kisaki: Tch… I’ve had enough. 

羽宮 一虎：アイツらなんだったんだ？

Kazutora: What was all about?

河田 ナホヤ：半間がいうには遊んでるだけらしいけど

Smiley: Hanma said they’re just playing.

羽宮 一虎：ふ～ん　そういえばぬいぐるみは？とれた？

Kazutora: Mhhh～ What about the plushie? Ya got it?

河田 ソウヤ：まだだよ　でも半間の取った方法真以すれば取れる気がする

Angry: Not yet. But if I try Hanma’s method I might be able to get it. 

佐野 万次郎：へー　アイツらそんなすごかったんだ

Mikey: Eeeeh. Was he that good?

河田 ソウヤ：うん、ちょっと半間のテクニック使って取ってみるからさ、みててよ！マイキー

Angry: Yeah, I’m gonna use Hanma’s technique and get it, just watch, Mikey!

・・・

佐野 万次郎：スゲェな…アングリー　めっちゃ簡単にぬいぐるみ取るじゃん

Mikey: Amazing, Angry… You got them so easily.

武藤 泰宏：これは…すごい量だな…

Muto: Those are… a lot…

河田 ソウヤ：すごい簡単に取れるようになって楽しくなっちゃって…

Angry: It’s extremely easy to get them and even more exciting…

武藤 泰宏：おい、この量どうするんだ

Muto: Hey, what are you gonna do with all that?

河田 ソウヤ：みんな一個ずつ持ってってよ　仲良くしてあげて！

Angry: Everyone get one! Please be friendly with them!

佐野 万次郎：とりあえずこのキキララっていうのはスマイリーとアングリーが持っとけよ

Mikey: For now, Smiley and Angry should take Kiki and Lala. 

佐野 万次郎：双子らしいしピッタリだろ

Mikey: They look like twins, so it fits. 

羽宮 一虎：じゃあおれクロミにしよ

Kazutora: Then I’ll get Kuromi.

羽宮 一虎：オレがクロミならマイキーマイメロディだよな！

Kazutora: If I have Kuromi, Mikey needs My melody!

佐野 万次郎：あんでもいいよ　エマにやるし

Mikey: That’s fine with me. I’ll give it to Emma.

武藤 泰宏：じゃあオレらはこの２つか　どっちがいいとかあるか？三途

Muto: Then we get these two? Which one do you want, Sanzu?

三途 春千夜：オレはどっちでもいいです

Sanzu: I’m okay with either. 

武藤 泰宏：だよな　じゃあこっちのワィッシュミーメル？ってやつ持ってけ

Muto: Alright. Then this Wish me mell? You’ll take it.

三途 春千夜：はい

Sanzu: Yes.

STORY AFTER ADVANCED LEVEL

羽宮 一虎：なぁ、マイキー　オレもUFOキャッチャーやりたくなってきちゃった

Kazutora: Hey, Mikey. I wanna give the crane machines a shot too.

羽宮 一虎：やりに行ってもいい？

Kazutora: Is it okay if I go?

佐野 万次郎：そうだな　特訓は一旦休憩にして一緒に回るか

Mikey: Sure. Why don’t we take a short break from training and go together?

武藤 泰宏：マイキー、特訓休憩ならオレと三途はあそこのベンチで休んでるぞ

Muto: Mikey, while you have a break Sanzu and I will go to that bench and rest.

佐野 万次郎：オッケー

Mikey: Okaay.

羽宮 一虎：あっち行こうぜ！マイキー！

Kazutora: Let’s go there! Mikey!

・・・

羽宮 一虎：じゃーん！見ろよマイキー！マイメロディとクロミのカチューシャとれた！

Kazutora: Ta-daaa! Look Mikey! I got My melody and Kuromi headbands!

佐野 万次郎：やるじゃん一虎　UFOキャッチャーうめーな

Mikey: Way to go, Kazutora. You’re good at crane machines.

羽宮 一虎：だろ？マイキーにマイメロディやるよ

Kazutora: Right? I’ll give you My melody one. 

羽宮 一虎：せっかく取ったし一緒に付けよーぜ

Kazutora: Now that I finally got it, let's wear them.

佐野 万次郎：え～

Mikey: Eeh～

羽宮 一虎：もったいないじゃん？ほら

Kazutora: Why are ya wasting time? Here.

スッ

Fwump

佐野 万次郎：…これ女がつけるやつだろ

Mikey: This is something a girl would wear…

羽宮 一虎：そんなことねぇよ　こういうのつけてると女の子にウケいいらしいし

Kazutora: That’s not true at all. Apparently girls dig it when you wear this kinda stuff. 

半間 修二：ん？マイキー　随分おもしれーカッコしてんじゃん

Hanma: Mh? Mikey. Don’t ya look extremely funny and cool. 

羽宮 一虎：あ、半間まだいたのかよ

Kazutora: Ah, Hanma you’re still here?

佐野 万次郎：稀咲���どうしたんだ？

Mikey: What about Kisaki?

半間 修二：あっちでUFOキャッチャー頑張ってるぜ

Hanma: He’s giving it his all with that claw machine. 

羽宮 一虎：オマエ上手いんだからついててやれよ

Kazutora: You’re great at it so go be at his side. 

半間 修二：オレから助言もらわねぇって　意地になってんの

Hanma: But he doesn’t wanna get advice from me. Isn’t he stubborn?

羽宮 一虎：ふ～んまぁどうでもいいや　マイキー特訓戻ろうぜ

Kazutora: Mhhh～ Well I don’t care. Mikey, let's go back to the special training.

佐野 万次郎：そうするか

Mikey: Let’s do that.

半間 修二：特訓～？ゲーセンでなんの特訓してんの？

Hanma: Special training～? What kinda training do you do at an arcade?

佐野 万次郎：格ゲー

Mikey: Fighting games.

半間 修二：へえ〜もしかしてマイキー弱ぇの？

Hanma: Heeeh～ Could it be that Mikey is weak?

佐野 万次郎：あ？弱くねーよ

Mikey: Hah? I ain’t weak. 

半間 修二：稀咲相手にしてみれば？

Hanma: Why don’t you try against Kisaki?

羽宮 一虎：は？どういうことだよ？

Kazutora: Hah? What do ya mean?

半間 修二：稀咲はあんま格ゲーとかやんなそうだし、いい練習相手になんじゃね？

Hanma: Kisaki barely plays fighting games and such, so he might be a good practice partner?

半間 修二：貸し１ってことで♪どう？

Hanma: You owe me one ♪ So? 

佐野 万次郎：いいぜ、素人に負けるかよ

Mikey: Fine by me, I ain’t gonna lose against an amateur. 

STORY AFTER EXTREME LEVEL

羽宮 一虎：おぉ～いい勝負

Kazutora: Oooh～ It’s a good match.

武藤 泰宏：今までで一番拮抗してるな

Muto: This is the most neck and neck I've ever seen until now. 

佐野 万次郎：よし！いける！！

Mikey: Yes! It’s going well!!

-YOU WIN-

佐野 万次郎：よっしゃあ！オレの勝ち！

Mikey: Hell yeah! This is my win!

河田 ソウヤ：おめでと！マイキー！

Angry: Congrats! Mikey!

稀咲 鉄太：……チッ

Kisaki: Tch…

半間 修二：残念だったな～♡稀咲

Hanma: That sucks～♡ Kisaki

稀咲 鉄太：おい、マイキー　この勝負は貸し１ってことでいいんだよな？

Kisaki: Hey, Mikey. I’m sure this match means I owe you one?

佐野 万次郎：いいよ練習になったし

Mikey: It was just some good practice.

稀咲 鉄太：…オレらは帰る　行くぞ、半間

Kisaki: We’ll be leaving... Let’s go, Hanma.

半間 修二：りょ～じゃあな～オマエら♡

Hanma: Yes sir～ See yaaa～ you guys ♡

佐野 万次郎：さて、アイツには勝てたけどまだオマエらには勝ってねぇんだ

Mikey: Then, I’ve beaten him but I haven’t won against you guys yet. 

佐野 万次郎：今日はオレが連戦連勝できるようになるまで付き合ってもらうからな！

Mikey: You’ll stay here with me today until I’m on a winning streak!

羽宮 一虎：マジかよマイキー無理だって諦めな？

Kazutora: For real Mikey there’s no way you’ll give up?

佐野 万次郎：いや！さっきのでコツ掴んだからいける！

Mikey: No! I got the hang of it earlier so I can do it! 

河田 ナホヤ：どっから来るんだ？その自信はよぉ

Smiley: Where’s this coming from? That confidence of yours.

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Characters when it's your birthday!!!

A/N: It's my birthday todayyyy!!! So if you share the same birthdate with me or you happen to scroll this down on your own special day and if you're not on the mood, this is for you!

Daniel Park/Zack Lee/Eli Jang/Sally Park/Mira Kim/Crystal Choi/Mary Kim/Zoe Park/Jace Park/Jay Hong/Heather/Jake Kim/Yoojin/Jihan Kwak/Gapryong Kim/Jinyeong Park/Sinu Han/Lua Im/Brad Lee/Jerry Kwon/Yui Kim/Joy Hong/Duke Pyeon/Jason Yoon

The really super sweethearts tbh

They're the ones who will remembers everyone's birthday (especially when you're superrr close with them).

So they will call the others to have a group meeting or create a group chat with over 40 members on it to surprise you on your special day! "GUYS ATTENTION!!! IT'S Y/N'S BIRTHDAY IN 4 DAYS WE GOTTA SURPRISE THEM!!!"

They will assign who will buy the décor and food (they will all share the budget!).

Will think of many plans and ideas to surprise you (It can turn out a little wacky though but at least they have put effort on it!)

Vasco/Doo Lee/Jiho Park/Olly Wang/Goo Kim/Yuseong/Warren Chae/Jibeom Kwak/Tom Lee/Kuroda Ryuhei/Sinu Han/Gongseob Ji/Alexander Wang (add in Zack Lee ; a little bit if you're really close)

They're the super noisy ones lmao

I can imagine the others getting so annoyed from them since they can't keep quiet when they're still preparing for the surprise (don't blame them they're super excited!).

So when you came inside the dark room and you opened the lights, they will scream and screech at the top of their lungs "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" xD.

They're also the super hyped ones while singing Happy Birthday even though they're out of tune LMAO (the others looks so done while you just stand there in the center with the cake lit with the candles be like 🧍‍♀️).

Even while eating, they're still super talkative while there's lot of food smudges on their face (how the hell can they still speak? Because their vocal chords are SUPERIOR).

Jay Hong/Joy Hong/Jiho Park/Crystal Choi/Goo Kim/Gun Park/DG/Yoojin/Tom Lee/Mitsuki Soma/Charles Choi

The super rich ones. They have the budget to buy the décor for themselves but the others insisted to pay for it and help too.

Will also buy you a very expensive gift like designer clothes, jewelry, shoes or anything that you really like but you can't afford! The others will be just like "Woah! They bought the limited edition jewelry of f/b for Y/N!"

They just really love you so much so they bought the most expensive gift for you that they can find so you'll feel very special! (Though just don't use them as a sugar mommy/daddy it can turn them off).

They will smile, chuckle and pat you on the head if you're super happy with their present "WuahHhhHHh THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH YOU DON"T HAVE TO SPEND TOO MUCH MONEY ON ME NEXT TIME!!!" "As long you're happy I am too".

They just wants to see you smiling all the time even if it's not your b-day they hate you seeing sad (like everyone hates seeing you sad :)))) .

Daniel Park/Zack Lee/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Sally Park/Mira Kim/Vasco/Jace Park/Mary Kim/Zoe Park/Heather/Jake Kim/Jihan and Jibeom Kwak/Hudson Ahn/Johan Seong/Yuseong/Jerry Kwon/ Line Man/ Lua Im/ Sinu Han/Brad Lee/Duke Pyeon/Jason Yoon/Jichang Kwak/Young Jinyoung Park

Will feel insecure about their gift (or if they don't have something to give for you).

Like don't blame them they're just in high school they're not like super rich (for young Jinyoung Park too).

They will be the ones who will either buy you cheap but cute items that you like and it's wrapped in beautiful gift wraps, make it hand-made or they will write a super long letter with your favorite decorations and stickers on the envelope (they're so precious).

They will be hesitant first to give you their present but after encouraging themselves, they will be super shy and lovey dovey while giving it to you "Ha-Happy Birthday Y/N... Hope you like it".

But after reading their letter you'll probably burst into tears lol (they're so good at expressing their feelings through writing it down on a paper that it makes you feel appreciated and loved so much since you're so nice to them).

They will also comfort you for crying and they will feel bad for making you cry because of the letter lmao "Y/N ARE YOU OKAY WHY ARE YOU CRYING?"

Over all sweethearts tbh "WUAHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT YOU DON'T HAVE TO SPEND ON ME TOO MUCH MONEY ON ME DUMMY THE SURPRISE IS ENOUGH!!!" "So-sorry for making you cry though..."

Johan Seong/Samuel Seo/Gun Park/Goo Kim/DG/Taesoo Ma/Vin Jin/Magami Kenta/Jiho Park (villain arc)/Cheon Taejin/Mandeok/Yui Kim/Mitsuki Soma/Xiaoleoung

"Why the hell am I here?" vibe.

They're just here for the food (they might not even know or care for the celebrant if you're not close with them lmao).

But they're still going to buy a gift for you if you know each other.

Acts like they hate it, but they secretly love birthday parties (Goo's an obvious party monkey so he really loves making chaos on birthdays like throwing and smudging the cake on everybody's faces lol).

Will secretly turn on birthday song remixes and sus shit on the bluetooth speaker lmao.

ADD IN!: Duke Pyeon/Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Jerry Kwon/Warren Chae/Vasco/Jiho Park/Brad Lee/Lua Im/Goo Kim/Line Man

They're the camera man with the shaky hands.

The pictures they take will be a little bit blurry and shaky while Goo is just doing it on purpose to piss you off (the others are really doing their best don't get angry).

They just wants to enjoy and spend some time with you without the others bossing them around (please save them).

Jiho Park/Vasco/Joy Hong/Warren Chae/Zoe Park/Goo Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei

They're the ones that will unintentionally spoil the surprise.

They will get so excited that they will spill the tea from you without realizing that they're talking to the celebrant and the others will cover their mouth shutting them up. "WE'RE HAVING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR Y/-" "OKAY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???!!! Sorry Y/N..."

They will apologize to the others while there are tears building in their eyes "Sorry guys! I just got so excited I won't do it again!" (while Goo is just doing it on purpose to tick the others off he's such an asshole lmao).

[fizziepopangel]

"Nice try, fuckhead."

Despite his gruff exterior, Husk is actually quite sentimental and before ending up at Hazbin Hotel, he didn’t have many people he cared for who actually cared for him. Unbeknownst to the others, he keeps every special little gift Charlie, Angel, and Nifty give him in a box he keeps hidden under his bed. He has group pictures that Charlie’s given him, and doodles Nifty’s done, and a hat decoration Angel got him for his birthday. He would die if the others found out about this, he has a reputation, ya know.

Constantly says “I’m too old for this shit” before engaging with anyone else in the hotel.

Angel Dust’s constant over sexual flirting tends to make him feel mocked since his insecurities and past experiences in both life and hell won’t let him believe anyone coils be attracted to anything about him.

Before he died, Husk was a street performer, often scamming people with his sleight of hand and magic, but sometimes playing saxophone or guitar on street corners for tips.

While he can play guitar and saxophone, he prefers the saxophone since it was the first instrument he ever learned.

He was allergic to cats when he was alive so he was pissed when he became a hell cat despite knowing he’s not allergic to himself.

Husk is the type of cat that will drop everything to chase a red dot. He has in fact spilled drinks because Angel aimed a laser pointer at the wall and Husk absolutely lost his shit chasing it. Angel now carries a laser pointer everywhere just to exploit this for his entertainment.

He lets Charlie pet him on the rare occasion that Vaggie can’t cheer her up when she’s upset because Charlie thinks it's adorable hearing the old bar cat purr.

Despite hating his cat-like appearance and tendencies, he doesn’t get angry about the laser pointer thing or the purring thing since it makes Angel and Charlie happy and although he’d never admit it, it makes him happy making them happy.

Husk will also never admit that he secretly loves when Charlie pets him because touch is his main love language and he doesn’t get it very often.

Because he enjoys touch and cuddling, he often pet sits for Angel and falls asleep cuddling Fat Nuggets. The small demon piglet loves falling asleep against the hell cat's soft fur.

Despite Nifty being pretty fucked up and Husk not wanting to know half of what he knows about her, he’s rather protective of her since she seems to be attracted to anything with a dick and a ‘bad boy’ attitude. He sees her as the annoying little sister he needs to look out for.

Husk was an overlord before meeting Alastor and tells Angel that he sold his soul to keep his power. Although Angel thinks it was an exaggeration for his benefit, Husk is actually quite powerful as a demon still, something Alastor didn’t take from him so he can use him as needed.

When Vaggie tries to reshoot the commercial for Charlie and asks Husk to lower the script from in front of his face, the reason he gets a little defensive is because his eyesight is rather poor when reading so he genuinely couldn’t see the words and she didn’t give him enough time to try to memorize anything he was supposed to say… Despite knowing he should, he refuses to wear his glasses outside of his own room though.

His drink of choice is usually whiskey neat, but every so often he enjoys fruity cocktails.

If asked, Husk would absolutely put on a magic show for the guests of the hotel. He’s always happy to show off his magic and sleight of hand when someone is interested in it.

Husk can fly but he claims it’s too much effort to keep himself in the air. In reality, its not the effort that bothers him, but rather the fact that his back and wings tend to get sore after long periods of flying so he tries to minimize his time doing it.

Although most cats dislike baths, Husk loves hot showers and baths. He takes them a lot to help with back aches, but it also results in his fur always being clean and soft due to his frequent shampooing and conditioning of it and he often has a very clean scent to him beneath the stench of alcohol.

Husk died after gambling away all his money and being unable to pay violent loan sharks back. After dodging them for months, his gambling addiction ended up resulting in his downfall when they were able to find him.

While he was alive he was married and though his own marriage never resulted in any children of his own, Husk was an amazing uncle to his brother’s children. The way he cared for his nieces and nephews resulted in Husk being a more patient and supportive demon with his fellow hotel employees since he considers them to be his new family.

He would absolutely try to kill anyone who told any of his fellow hotel residents that he considered them family because Charlie, Angel Dust, and Alastor would never let him live that down.

[avatar-anna]

Sweet

just a little blurb about pre-one direction harry on valentine’s day. enjoy!!

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“It’s not much, but I thought it would be nice to make something instead of buying a gift,” Harry said. “If you think it’s stupid and you don’t like it, I’ll totally understand.”

Harry looked so nervous. When you greeted him at your locker this morning, you didn't understand why he wouldn't meet your eye and kept stumbling over his words. He was generally quiet, but you could normally have a conversation. it wasn’t until he offered you the paper plate stacked with homemade brownies cut into hearts that everything clicked. You’d asked him who the lucky girl was, and Harry just blushed and said he was kind of hoping you would be.

You didn't know Harry all that well, about as much as you knew any of the people you grew up with in your small town. But you had last names that were close together in the alphabet, so you’d become used to seeing him often in school—sitting next to each other in class, next to each other on picture day, and when you were old enough, having neighboring lockers. He was nice, if not a little quiet, and you both had your own friend groups. All you knew about him really was that he had an older sister and was in a band with his mates, and you were pretty sure Harry would only be able to come up with a few small details about yourself as well.

Exchanging of pleasantries had been the norm between you and Harry for years, but now he was flipping the script, and you were honestly quite stunned. As far as you were aware, Harry had never made any indication that he liked you, yet here he was offering you homemade baked goods on Valentine's Day.

“I—I don’t think it’s stupid,” you said. “I’m just surprised, is all. I didn’t think you...liked me that way.”

A blush formed on Harry’s pale cheeks. “Really? My friends have teased me relentlessly because I’m shit at hiding it.”

How did you not know? You weren't upset by any means. Harry was kind and cute. He always lent you an extra pencil in trigonometry, he let you copy his notes when you fell a little behind, he asked to you about the books you would sometimes read in class, and one time he—Oh.

So maybe there were signs, but you just thought he was being friendly.

“I’m really flattered, Harry. Thank you,” you said, meaning it. It couldn’t have been easy to muster up the courage to do something like this. “Can I try one now?”

“Oh, um, sure. I guess.” Harry looked scared, like he worried you were going to spit the brownie out the second you tasted it.

Carefully, you took one of the brownies off the plate. They were all decorated in pink and red frosting with sprinkles on top. Just by looking at them, you could tell that Harry put a lot of time and effort into making them for you. It honestly made your heart flutter. No one had ever gone out of their way to do something like this for you before.

You took a bite, covering your mouth a bit as crumbs began to fall. The brownie was chewy and soft on the inside, the frosting soft and sweet. Around another bite, you said, “These are delicious, Harry!”

He grinned. “Thanks. I—I work in a bakery on the weekends, so I have a bit of practice.”

“You work in a bakery?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I mostly work the register, but sometimes I help in the kitchen. And everyone there is really nice. Well, they’re all older women so of course they're nice, but the gossip’s good, though sometimes it’s embarrassing because—Sorry, I’m rambling.”

“That’s okay. I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard you speak,” you joked. You honestly didn't mind the way he rambled. It was cute. Then, realizing you didn’t have anything to gift Harry in return, you said, “I feel a little bad, though. I haven't got anything for you.”

“That’s not why I—I’m not expecting anything from—You don’t need to feel bad,” he managed to say. “But...maybe we can sit together at lunch?”

You grinned at him. “It’s a date. See you, Harry.”

Before either of you could think anything of it, you kissed Harry on the cheek, right where you knew a dimple appeared whenever he smiled. When you pulled back, his entire face was red, but that only made you smile wider.

Without another word, you took the plate of brownies from Harry and turned on your heel and practically skipped to your first class of the day.

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Chapter Six: Road to Wasabi

Summary: Jack doesn't have a present for Rudy's birthday, so he lies and says Bobby Wasabi is coming to visit. Rudy insults Bobby, which gets him fired. Now the kids have to break and enter to get Rudy's job back. Throw in some ninjas and good-old fashion movie plot.

Word Count: 4.2K

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, cursing

Masterlist ~ Chapter Five ~ Chapter Seven

Y/N felt like pulling out their hair. Everything had to be perfect, they had spent months planning this for Rudy. From decorations and food, to the guest list. This surprise party had to be perfect.

It already wasn't going well. The balloons were the wrong color, Jerry had picked up the wrong chips, and Jack was nowhere to be found.

Kim insisted Y/N go into the locker room to cool down. Because they were just running themself up the wall worrying like they were. After about ten minutes Kim sent Jerry to keep Y/N company since he was getting on her nerves.

Nearly an hour and half after he was supposed to be there, Jack finally strolled in.

"You're late," Kim grumbled

Jack quirked a brow, "For what?"

"Rudy's surprise birthday party, remember?" Eddie asked, "Y/N's been planning it forever. They've been freaking out since we got here."

"I thought Rudy knew about it?" Jack asked

"He does," Eddie confirmed, "He went over the details with Y/N two weeks ago when he found out."

"Shh, he's coming!" Rudy's own voice rang out

Rudy reached in and flicked out the lights. Before strolling and turning them on, as if he hadn't just turned them off.

"Surprise." The group said with no enthusiasm

Rudy placed a hand on his chest dramatically, "How did you know it was my birthday? Are you guys trying to kill me?"

He put on a cake hat.

"You better not have brought gifts!" He said, obviously expecting gifts, "But, if you did, now would be the time to load me up!"

Jack frantically chased after Milton, "Hey man, I don't have anything, can I get in on your gift?"

Milton shook his head, "Absolutely not! I put a lot of time, effort, and money into this thing!"

Milton handed the neatly wrapped gift to Rudy.

"This is from Jerry, Eddie, and Me." Milton told him

Rudy ripped it open, " Oh! Joke-a-day toilet paper! Get out! My cousin had this at his house. I literally laughed myself off the bowl! Thanks you guys!... Now, I don't want to turn this whole gift thing into a competition, but Kim, it's time to Top That Gift!"

Jack ran after her, "Kim, do you think I could get in on your--"

"Forget it, Jack," Kim cut him off, "I've got a winner right here. Just go ask your girlfriend."

Jack stood dumbfounded, fully realizing Y/N wasn't there for the first time.

"Unlike some people, I actually put a lot of thought into my gift. I hope you like it, Rudy." Kim said

Rudy ripped open the wrapping paper and gasped, "A signed picture of Bobby Wasabi? My hero, my idol, the man I patterned my life after? 'To whom it my concern, Bobby Wasabi'. That's me, I'm whom. I'm concerned! All right, Jack. Rock. My. World."

The group joined Rudy in crowding around Jack. Kim had a smug smirk on her face.

"Yeah, Jack,"Kim teased, "I'm sure Rudy saved the best for last."

Jack inhaled, trying to think quickly, "Well, you know, I was thinking... you know, everyone knows how much you love Bobby Wasabi. And I asked myself what could be better than a picture, right?"

"Only the man himself!" Rudy chimed, "Wait, wait, wait a minute. Are you saying what I think you're saying? You found a way to get Bobby Wasabi to come down here so I could meet him?"

"Yeah," Jack nodded hesitantly

Rudy bounced on his feet in excitement, "Wait, the founder of this dojo, an international movie star, someone who hasn't been seen in public in 20 years is coming to see me? I can't believe it!"

"None of us can believe it, Jack," Kim challenged

Milton spun around blindfolded with the piñata stick.

"Let's get this party started!" Milton cheered

His swings got out of control and he started moving sporadically around the dojo. Just as Y/N exited the locker room, now much calmer, and carrying a wrapped gift. Milton hit them with the stick and promptly tripped over them.

Once everyone had gotten Milton off of Y/N they each took their leave. Y/N was left alone with just Jack and Rudy. Y/N sat next to Rudy on the bench, handing him the wrapped box.

"What's this?" Rudy asked, genuinely surprised

"Your present,"Y/N explained," It's from Jack and I."

Jack's eyebrows shot up as Rudy looked between the two.

"Jack got me two gifts? That's so nice of him," Rudy said as he started to tear into the wrapping paper, "Seven tickets to the Light it Up Cinema?"

Y/N shrugged, "We rented out a theater for all day Saturday, we're having a Bobby Wasabi movie party!"

Rudy gave Y/N a quick hug before going and giving Jack one too.

"Best birthday, ever!" Rudy cheered as he went to his office

Jack looked at Y/N, "I didn't know you included me in your gift."

"Yeah, Kim said you'd forget so I just put your name on the card," They joked, "I didn't know you got him your own, I didn't mean to step on your toes there."

Jack shook his head, " I didn't. I panicked and told him Bobby Wasabi was coming to meet him."

"Jack, you didn't!" Y/N insisted

"I did!" He lamented

"Bobby Wasabi hasn't been seen in years, he'll never agree to come meet Rudy!"

Jack sighed, "I know!"

Y/N stood, "Let me brainstorm, we'll figure something out."

Y/N grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before leaving the dojo.

The next day at school Kim was still making fun of Jack for his lie.

"I cannot believe you told Rudy that Bobby Wasabi was coming." She teased

"I couldn't believe it either! Words just kept exploding out of me!" He replied, "It's like I had a case of liarrhea!"

"He's never gonna show, Jack." Kim continued, "And Rudy's gonna be crushed!"

"Bobby could show! I mean, my grandfather was his sensei! I found his number and left him a message. It was Y/N 's idea."

Kim frowned, "This could be bad. Remember how disappointed Rudy was when he lost the Name-the-Baby-Panda contest at the zoo?"

Jack shook his head at the memory, "Oh, I know. He put on his crying boots. I know what I said was wrong. But, I mean, who's crazy enough to believe that Bobby Wasabi is actually coming to our dojo?"

Of course, as he said it Jerry, Milton, and Eddie came running down the stairs.

"I can't believe Bobby Wasabi is actually coming to our dojo!" Jerry hollered

Y/N trailed down behind them, an amused smirk on their face.

Jerry hopped down the last couple steps, "Look, Jack! Bro, since Bobby's coming for Rudy's birthday, we've decided to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"We spent the whole night in Jerry's garage writing his comeback movie!" Eddie proudly showed off the script they had written

Jack glanced at Y/N, seeing the dark circle beneath their eyes. Of course Jerry had talked Y/N into helping them. Y/N gave Jack a tired smile and a small wave.

Kim took Jack by the shoulder and walked him a few paces away from the group.

"Wow, you hear all that, Jack?" She asked, "Our friends spent all night in a garage writing a comeback movie for Bobby Wasabi."

"What's bad about that?" Jack replied, "What if they wrote a really great movie?"

Milton chuckled, "Oh, It's better than great! It's epic! Bobby Wasabi is the biggest martial arts action star in history."

"An absolute hero!" Y/N chimed in

"But now he'll battle with the most diabolical force he's ever faced!" Eddie continued

"It's half piranha, half octopus!" Milton built up

"It's PIRANHAPUS!" The boys cheered together

"Eight arms!" Jerry demonstrated

"Nine mouths!" He continued

The four gnawed at the air.

"And one bad attitude!"

Jerry, Eddie, Milton, and Y/N lined up in a clearly rehearsed version of their ideal of Piranhapus. Flailing their arms and gnashing their teeth. All while Kim and Jack stared on.

After school, Eddie, Milton, Jerry, and Y/N sat together staring at the waste of money before them.

"We paid your cousin 50 bucks to make a model of Piranhapus,"Eddie grumbled, "And this is what we get?"

The model was a basketball with hose arms. It looked like shit to be completely frank. Y/N put their head in their hands, a headache forming over the boys bickering.

"You should be happy he gave us a deal." Jerry insisted, "I mean he took our vision and brought it to life!"

Y/N shook their head, "My little brother could have made this, Jerry!"

"Isn't he 4?"

"Exactly!" They snapped back

Eddie placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, "Dude, we can't show this thing to Bobby Wasabi. It's a joke!"

"No, you know what's a joke?" Jerry snapped,"That tacky ending you wrote. Bro, you ruined our movie!"

"My ending is perfect!" Eddie defended, "No one could even see it coming!"

"Of course they can't see it coming!" Milton finally spoke, "How does a walrus operate a hang glider?"

"Guys, come on-" Y/N tried to intervene

"You know what? Well, here's what we think of your ending!" Jerry interrupted

He ripped out the last page of the script and ripped it into tiny pieces, throwing it across the table. It landed on Y/N's lap and a little bit in their hair. But, Y/N was more focused on the boys fighting in front of them.

Eddie stood, "That's it!"

Eddie lunged at Jerry and started smacking him. Milton jumped on Eddie's back and the three continued to fight as Y/N tried to pull them off of each other.

"Guys, stop it!" Y/N shouted, "Come on! This was supposed to be fun!"

Jack and Kim entered the food court and saw their friends fighting. Jack ran to them.

"Hey, guys, what are you doing?" He shouted, "Stop! Get away! Come on!"

He gently pulled Y/N back before roughly grabbing one of Eddie's shoulders as Kim grabbed the other. Once they were separated, Kim went to check on Y/N.

"What is going on?" Jack asked

"This Bobby Wasabi movie is tearing us apart!" Milton answered

Milton plopped down in a chair next to Y/N, allowing them to lay their head on his shoulder. Kim pushed Jack to the side.

"Jack this is crazy!" Kim whispered harshly, "Just tell them the truth.'

Jack sighed, "You're right."

He slowly approached his friends.

"Guys, you remember how I said that Bobby Wasabi was coming to our dojo?" Jack began

"Yeah," They answered in unison

"Well," Jack continued, "The truth is...-"

Before Jack could finish a man walked by and took one of Jerry;s falafels. Jerry stood angrily, pointing his fork.

"Hey, beef meats!" Jerry called, " Who do you think you are?"

The man turned around, flicking his hair out of his face. Y/N was on their feet in a second.

"Holy mackerel," Y/N whispered, "That's-"

"I am," The man said, throwing the falafel onto Jerry's fork," Bobby Wasabi."

Bobby turned and entered the dojo.

"Woah," The all awed

Y/N was quick to run inside after him. Y/N watched as Rudy left his office. Rudy looked in confusion at Bobby staring at their trophies.

"Uh, sorry ma'am, we're closed." Rudy said politely beginning to approach, "If you're looking for the Large and Loving It Dress shop, it's on the other side of the mall!"

Bobby turned to Rudy, "What was that?"

Finally, Jack and the rest of them sprinted inside.

"Rudy! Rudy!" Jack shouted, "Your birthday presents' here!"

Jack pointed at Bobby.

"It's Bobby Wasabi!"

"Yeah!" Jerry corroborated

"You wanna know why he's here?" Jack gloated, " Because when I say I can deliver, what happens? Oh, that's right, I deliver!"

Y/N chuckled anxiously at Jack's display.

Rudy laughed, "That's a great joke! You hire some big betty to squeeze into a dress and then wobble in here saying he's Bobby Wasabi! It's hilarious!"

Y/N sucked in a gasp, "No, Rudy, really-"

Bobby cut them off, "You don't think that I am Bobby Wasabi?"

He stood beside a cardboard cutout of himself. In all fairness to Rudy he did look quite different. Rudy gave him an unimpressed look.

"No ma'am or sir, I do not." Rudy agreed

Y/N barked out a chuckle. Bobby Wasabi and Jack shot them a look.

Bobby approached Rudy, "That is it!"

He began screeching and attacked Rudy. Rudy easily beat him, flipping him like it was nothing onto the mat.

The whole group was cringing. Y/N warily approached Bobby, offering him a hand up as Kim and Milton ran to do the same. Jack ran to Rudy.

"Rudy, this is no joke!" He insisted, "That really is Bobby Wasabi!"

Rudy finally seemed to believe Jack.

"Oh," He exhaled, stood next to Bobby, "Oh. OH!"

"Oh, Bobby, I'm sorry Mr.Wasabi!" Jack said as the group moved to help Y/N, Kim, and Milton in their effort to get him up

"Mr.Wasabi, I'm so sorry fro the misunderstanding." Rudy apologized, "Um, welcome to my dojo!"

Y/N could practically see the steam coming out of Bobby's ears with how angry he was.

"This is not your dojo," Bobby huffed, "This is my dojo, and you are fired!"

Bobby flipped his hair as he left the dojo. No one knew what to say, so they also left.

Y/N stayed back with Rudy, who was absolutely distraught.

"Everything will be okay, Rudy!" Y/N insisted, "I'm going to figure out how to let you keep your job

Rudy shook his head, "Go home, Y/N."

Y/N pulled him into a hug.

"I'm not giving up on you, Rudy," They told him, "Please don't give up on me."

Rudy gave a weak nod, and Y/N left him to his business.

The next day at school, Kim was still going after Jack for everything. They were all walking together, save for Y/N.

"Nice birthday present, Jack!" Kim exclaimed, "You got Rudy fired. Maybe next year you can give him a balloon and push him down the stairs!"

The five sat down near Jerry's locker, at the foot of the stairs.

"The worst part is, the Bobby Wasabi comeback movie is dead!" Milton complained, "Say goodbye to my Hollywood dream."

Y/N came down the stairs.

"What's Rudy gonna do without a job?" Kim asked

"He'll be fine! Guys like Rudy land on their feet!" Jack replied, " I wouldn't be surprised if he's already found a better job!"

"Not exactly better," Y/N cut in, "But, it's a job."

Jack quirked an eyebrow at them, "What do you mean?"

"Let me just show you guys."Y/N said as the final bell of the day rang

Y/N took the group to the mall, and into Reptile World of all places. As they walked in, Lonnie ran by wailing about a toothbrush. Y/N nodded toward Rudy in his new uniform.

"Hey guys!" Rudy greeted, "What are you guys doing here?"

Rudy's smile didn't quite meet his eyes.

"You know, we just came by to see how you're doing," Jack answered

Rudy waved him off, "Yeah, don't worry about me! I'm doing swell--swell, I tell you."

Rudy began to tear up, and Y/N stepped forward to gently pat his back. Then.Rudy ran off into the back room crying.Y/N watched a wave of guilt fall over Jack.

"Guys this is my fault." Jack admitted, "Rudy's a third degree black belt, and now he's scrubbing turtle butt!"

Jack paused to think. Y/N looked him in the eye, a glint of mischief in them.

"Bobby Wasabi took away his job, and Bobby Wasabi is gonna give it back." Y/N plotted

Jack gave them a high five.

That night they found Bobby Wasabi's mansion. They stood outside the gate as Eddie repeatedly pressed the buzzer.

"He's not answering!" Eddie complained, "How do we know he's even in there?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Well, someone just ordered a truckload of pastrami!"

They all backed away from the gate. Jack sighed.

"Guys, it took three busses to get here!" Jack said, "So we're just gonna have to break in!"

Y/N turned and saw Milton slip through the bars of the gate. He gestured for them to follow, they did with a bit more effort than he needed. but Y/N also got through.

"Not happening, man," Jerry said, as Y/N squeezed through, " Guys like Wasabi have million dollar security systems." Y/N pointed at a big red button for Milton to go press. When he did, the gate opened. The group entered while Jerry still meandered on about different security measures Wasabi would have.

Y/N grabbed Jerry by the collar and shoved him toward the front door with the others.

Once they got inside, the group stayed as quiet as they could. Peering around corners and trying to stay together. They came to a new hallway.

"Oh no," Kim warned, "That's not good."

She pointed to a "Ninja Xing" sign on the wall. Jerry scoffed.

"Oh come on, it's just one of those gag signs you buy at the car wash!" He insisted

As he finished his sentence four ninja's landed on the ground in front of the group.

"Oh, really, Jerry?" Y/N teased

"Jerry, I don't think it's a gag,"Milton whimpered, "NINJAS!"

The group all ran screaming, splitting up. Jack and Kim ran in one direction, Eddie and Milton in another, and Y/N and Jerry in the third.

Jerry and Y/N got to a dead end and started trying door handles. As they did one of the ninjas came up on them. Jerry paused as Y/N took a swing at the ninja.

"So, what's going on with you and Jack?" Jerry asked as he landed a kick

Y/N whipped their head to him, "What are you talking about?"

Y/N slung the Ninja over their shoulder and to the floor.

"You two are being weird around each other since Truman messed with us." Jerry replied

"We got into a fight," Y/N huffed, standing off of the unconscious ninja, " And I yelled at him that I have a crush on him. But, we're good now, we're ignoring it."

Jerry laughed, "No you're not."

"He is."

Before Jerry could reply, the ninja stood and struck Y/N on the back of the neck. Knocking them out. Jerry held his hands up in surrender.

The ninja picked up Y/N and carried them over his shoulder as they guided Jerry by the back of his neck. They were brought straight to Bobby Wasabi. Y/N was dumped unceremoniously on the ground in front of Milton and Eddy who had evidently also been caught.

"Show some respect!" Milton complained as Y/N hit the floor

"What did he do to them!" Eddie yelled

Bobby waved his hand to silence them, "You lot are in so much trouble. You broke into my house, which means when I call the police you are going to jail. Including Sleeping Beauty there."

They stood dumbfounded.

"Sausage me!" Bobby ordered

One of his ninjas threw two hot dogs into buns another ninja was holding, which were then handed to Bobby Wasabi.

"That's the most incredible thing I've ever seen!" Eddie said in awe, "Sausage me!"

The ninja moved to throw sausages to Eddie.

"Don't you dare sausage him, Evan!" Bobby interrupted, "Take them away! Leave the unconscious one."

Milton yelled, "Fine! Take us away! But when we leave, your big comeback movie leaves with us!"

"How's that now? What?" Bobby stood, "What?"

The ninjas let go. Jerry hautily approached.

"It just so happens we wrote the greatest movie of your career,"Jerry boasted

"A little something called Bobby Wasabi vs. Piranhapus!" Eddie continued

Milton got next to Bobby, "It's half piranha, half octopus!"

"So it's a little piranha with eight tentacles?" Bobby asked

Jerry jumped up on Bobby's other side, "Try a giant octopus with vicious piranha teeth at the end of each tentacle!"

Bobby chuckled, "Ohhhh! I want to fight that thing so bad! I can almost taste it!"

Bobby paused.

"No, that's a little sausage juice left in my mustache."

The boys proceeded to explain the plot to Bobby Wasabi, who listened adamantly. Milton and Eddie sat next to Bobby on the right, while Jerry sat on his left with the still unconscious Y/N in his lap.

"The End." Milton finished

Bobby broke into tears, " That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard!"

The alarm started blaring and Bobby was immediately on his feet. Jerry scooted away, holding Y/N closer.

"Either security's been breached or my pot pie's ready!" Bobby announced

The doors burst open, revealing Jack and Kim still being pursued by three ninjas. Jack faltered seeing Y/N unconscious.

"Hey, Bobby, I've been looking for you!" Jack announced

"Get them!" Bobby ordered

The rest of his ninjas went after Jack and Kim. Milton and Eddie helped Jerry move Y/N off to the side, out of danger. Y/N gently stirred to life just in time to see Jack tap Kim's hip for her to jump on him and kick three ninjas away.

Jerry pushed some hair out of Y/N's face.

"You're okay," He whispered

Y/N nodded and fell back asleep.

Kim and Jack made quick work of the ninjas. Leaving Bobby positively impressed.

The ninjas got up and moved to restrain Jack and Kim. Bobby stood.

"Hang on a second!"Bobby shouted, "That was the perfect Flying Dragon kick."

Jack stood proudly, "My grandfather taught it to me."

"Well, I can't think that your grandfather would approve of you breaking into my house." Bobby said

"No," Jack agreed, "But, he would approve of me standing up for my sensei."

"Your sensei called me a man lady." Bobby pointed out

"It was an honest mistake!" Jack countered, " You've got a ponytail and that thing you're wearing kind of looks like a dress."

"It's a kaftan! It's breathable, wrinkled-free, and great for those on-the-go days!"

"Mr.Wasabi," Jack replied," what was the one thing that all of your movies had?"

"Hot chicks, explosions, and a sassy orangutan sidekick." He answered with no hesitation

"Everyone loved Dr.Bananas!" Jack agreed

Everyone in the room agreed.

"But your movies also had you!" Jack continued, " A man that lived by the Wasabi code. That's the code Sensei Rudy still lives by."

Jack looked to his friends who joined him in the Wasabi code.

"We swear by the light of the dragon's eye," They all said

Bobby looked at them and finished the saying, "To be loyal, honest, and never say die."

"Wasabi." They all finished

"Bobby look, Rudy's far from perfect. But he's more than just a great sensei. He's our friend." Jack insisted, " Do the right thing. Give him his job back."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and Jerry gently helped them to their feet. As Bobby contemplated his options, disco music filled the air and a random man came in dancing dressed from the 70's. He grabbed a plunger and danced his way out.

"I hit my head harder than I thought," Y/N said

"Okay, who was that guy?" Kim asked

Bobby shrugged, " I have no idea. I'm just glad that you could see him too."

The group left, Bobby promised to meet them at the mall the next day to give Rudy his job back. Jerry kept his arm around Y/N to keep them steady.

At the mall they waited for their parents to pick them up. Jack checked over Y/N as soon as he could.

"Are you okay?" He asked

Y/N nodded, "Just a headache now."

"I was really worried about you."

"I'm okay, I promise."

Their voices weren't above a whisper. They looked into each others eyes. Jack started to lean in when a car horn honked. It was his mom. He turned around quickly.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He promised

Y/N nodded and left on their walk back home.

The next day Y/N pointed Bobby toward Reptile World. The group stayed outside waiting anxiously to see Rudy. After a few minutes, Bobby came out carrying Rudy like a bride. Eddie stood and started clapping prompting the rest of the food court to join in. Y/N went to the doors of the dojo and held it open for Rudy. As he entered the dojo Rudy pulled them into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thanks for everything," Rudy gratified

Friday after school they started filming Bobby Wasabi vs. Piranhapus.

"Bobby Wasabi vs. Piranhapus take one!" Jack announced clapping the slate'

Lonnie ran out of his shop yelling, "Help me! It's horrible!" A giant tentacle came out of the shop door ad wrapped around him, pulling him inside.

Bobby turned to the camera and recited his line,

"CUT!" Milton shouted

Milton approached Bobby.

"Bobby, baby, bubby!" Milton coaxed, " You're killing me! Where's the energy?"

Bobby nodded, "You're right, I phoned that one in!" Milton turned to Eddie on boom.

"Eddie, go in there and tell Jerry and Y/N to take it easy with that giant tentacle, they're going way too big!" Eddie nodded.

Jerry and Y/N jogged up bickering.

"It's totally your fault!" Y/N blamed

"Hush!" Jerry demanded, "Hey, guys, sorry we're late! They wouldn't let us on the bus with this thing!"

"They let us on the bus, but kicked us off when he smacked the driver with it!" Y/N clarified

"Wait a minute," Eddie said, " If you're here with this, then what was--"

As they looked at Reptile World, Lonnie slammed against the window covered in goop. They all quickly packed their things and ran.

Y/N ran into the dojo with Jack close behind. They looked at each other and burst into a fit of giggles.

[roseofithaca]

Anyone else kinda fascinated to know what the ghosts lives with Heather was like before her death?

We know she had no kids, no nieces or nephews. If she had a husband then he clearly died years earlier and given that when Julian dies she's just sat alone for hours I doubt he was around then.

She was born into money but didn't seem to have a lot by the end given that the house was in disrepair and there didn't seem to be any signs of a big care team around to support her in her last days. How long did it take for her to be found? She must have had someone go in to check on her. But given that Alison only inherited the house, no money, presumably she either gave what she had to charity or there was nothing to give.

The ghosts care about her enough to all be there when she dies so she's not alone. Kitty likes her enough to hope that she'll stay.

But I get the sense she didn't really "live" in that house all that much. She didn't seem to put any effort into leaving her mark decorating wise. During her time we only ever see it used for events like the Tory fundraiser and Pat's archery. The ghosts all seem to have missed a lot of events that would have been seen on TV like the moon landings and even just knowing about Friends as a show so I don't think Heather watched a lot of TV.

It must have been very quiet and lonely but they all just got used to it for all those years and having the house mostly to themselves bar the odd event which would be exciting but not overwhelming.

So when Alison and Mike come along with the idea of turning it into a hotel, Robin asks Julian what a hotel is and of course Julian is going to explain based on HIS experience of nights in hotels - people coming and going having sex and parties. Julian wouldn't have brought up the positive things that go on in hotels like the events, the big group talks and clubs, the weddings and dances etc.

Of course they're gonna hate the idea of having the privacy and space they've had for sixty years or more disrupted by randoms invading their rooms constantly.

But of course that's not what they really end up.

And I wish we'd just spent some time seeing that in the ending, having the ghosts realise that it wasn't as bad as they feared, like sure it's not as good as living with Alison all the time but it shouldn't have been down to Jim assuring the audience in an interview that the ghosts would be OK and would go on "many adventures".

[tedwardremus]

Comfort and Joy

It was Christmas Eve, and the village of Godric’s Hollow was quiet except for the soft sounds of singing coming from the small church in the center of town. Lights twinkled and lined the shops on the high street as last-minute shoppers hurried past to get ready for the holiday. It was an ordinary winter night except if someone were to walk by one of the little houses in the village and peer in through the window they’d see shiny shimmering baubles flying around the sitting room. 

A young wizard with untamed black hair named James Potter, who was the owner of the house, held his 5-month-old son, whose dark hair was starting to grow in as messy as his own, and laughed gently at the wide-eyed look on baby Harry’s face as the baubles zoomed by.

“You enjoying decorating your first Christmas tree, Harry?” James summoned a gold bauble closer to Harry who tried to grasp the ball with his tiny little hands. “Look at you! You’re going to be a great quidditch player, aren’t you? Lilly! Check it out, your son is going to be the youngest seeker ever!”

Lily came into the room from the kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and chocolate followed her in. Even though it was going to be a small dinner tomorrow, just the three Potters, their neighbor Bathilda Bagshot, and of course James’ best friend, Sirius Black, Lily had spent the best couple of days prepping food and baking desserts. It was a lot of effort for a four-person dinner (Harry didn’t count as he’d be eating mashed parsnips) but James knew Lily was using the cooking to keep herself busy. When one was confined to stay inside, hiding for an unknowable length of time, spending the week cooking for one dinner was an easy way to pass the time.

“Oh, Harry! Are you helping Dada decorate the tree?” Lilly cooed as she took her son from James’ grasp and ran a hand over the tiny whips of dark baby hair. James swished his wand and all the floating baubles circled the tree once more before landing on their designated branches.

“You missed a spot on the tree, Potter,” Lily quipped as she sat herself down on the sofa and adjusted Harry so he could feed. 

“I take no criticisms or feedback regarding my decorating, Evans.” But James flicked his wand anyway with a smile and the ornaments rearranged themselves on the tree so they were more evenly dispersed. 

James joined his wife and son on the couch, pointing his wand at the wireless to fill their quiet house with Christmas carols. James wrapped his arms around Lily bringing his family physically closer to his side and with a content sigh, Lily rested her head on his shoulder. As James looked down at his feeding son, he began to idly slip Lily’s dark red hair through his fingertips.

If a seventeen-year-old James Potter had wandered into a divination class and a classmate told him that in one year's time, at the age of eighteen, he’d join an underground resistance group and be married to the love of his life he’d simply shrug. Of course, that all sounded correct, nor surprises there. But if the student had then told him that a year after that, at the age of nineteen, he and Lily would be expecting a baby he’d probably laugh at the thought. Furthermore, if the classmate went on to say that at the age of twenty James would remove his family from the front lines of war to go into hiding because a prophecy had put his son in ultimate danger, he’d think it all a ridiculous prank.

But that is exactly how his life had turned out.

And even though Harry’s arrival into the world was unplanned and happened a lot sooner than Lily or he had anticipated he didn’t regret it one bit. He loved being a father and he absolutely loved that he got to be Harry’s father in particular. Everything Harry did was amazing, James was in awe of every little move and sound he made. He was pretty sure no baby in the world was a perfect as their Harry.

“Did you hear from Remus yet? I still have the tin of Christmas biscuits I made for him and some pain potions.” Lily interrupted his thoughts.

James tore his eyes from his family to look at the clock on the fireplace mantle. “I don’t think he’ll be stopping by tonight.”

“I worry about him. I don’t think he’s been taking good care of himself. He acts like it is such a burden for me to brew him potions but it really isn’t. It’s nice to feel useful like I'm still helping the cause, you know.”

James looked back at Lily and attempted to sound reassuring, the longer they stayed in hiding the more they worried about their friends and felt helpless to ensure that everyone was safe. “I know. And Remus knows that too. He's just being exceptionally Moony about everything lately.”

“Whatever Dumbledore has him doing is messing with him. He should ask Dumbledore to give him a break or something.”  

“He won’t do that.” James ran a frustrated hand through his messy hair. “How about this? We can ask Sirius to pop by Moony’s parents’ house after Christmas and leave -” With a little gurgle and a giggle Harry interrupted the conversation. “You finished eating, mate? Want to join the conversation?”

Harry’s attentive eyes looked up at James as he switched his attention from Lily to his son. “You looking forward to Father Christmas tomorrow? Did you ask him about the new Comet racing broom?”

“Oh please, James, do not corrupt our son into a quidditch playing hooligan before he can even walk.”

“What are you talking about, Lil? You saw the way he followed the ornaments around the room! He’s going to be a natural!” James exclaimed. Harry was too young to get on a broom but next year he’d be the right age for a toy broomstick and James was greatly looking forward to teaching his son how to fly.

Lily nuzzled herself and Harry closer into James and started humming along to the Christmas tune on the wireless. A warm wave of comfort washed over James. She still smelled of cinnamon.

Despite the terror. 

Despite the isolation. 

Despite the prophecy that threatened to take all of it away. James couldn’t recall ever being happier than the Christmas he spent holding his wife and their soft, giggly, beautiful baby boy in his arms.

[cadet-aviator]

Meeting the Admiral (1)

The officers in the barracks near my school would often have receptions or dinners, and they ‘invited’ a group of us to be there, for what they called ‘conviviality’. Sometimes these were nice occasions where the older officers would chat to us, inquire about our families, our plans and such. Sometimes we were just there for decoration: nice fresh faces in perfect uniform performing as a silent honour guard. 

Since I was an exemplary cadet (and I didn’t have much to do, in the evenings, or in the weekends, other than cadet things) I found myself a guest at these events fairly often, sometimes twice a month.

It may seem a bit odd, perhaps, that a 13-year old would find it fun to mingle with older men, officers, people in authority, and talk to them for a few hours over a glass of Sprite while being totally subservient and polite, but that never crossed my mind. I was being paid attention to, more than at home. 

I was usually quite proud of myself, having passed inspection. I felt ‘perfect’ and even (dare I say it) ‘pure’.

I loved my uniform. I was a master of the tie knot – it would never slip. The crease in my shirt sleeves was razor sharp.

And I was full of admiration of these high ranked officers, who also looked perfect, and who appreciated my efforts in turn. You might say: I was a bit of a lonely child, and I found some warmth there, plus the reassuring effect of simple, rigid rules and regulations.

Then the level was raised. One day, the event was a bit more official than others, as the commander-in-chief of the Malaysian military, an Admiral of the Fleet, was in attendance. This was a serious thing not only because of his rank, but because he was related to the reigning royal family. For a lot of the people that meant he had a status beyond his military rank, perhaps not god-like, but certainly worthy of a certain reverence. 

There were two things which made this a special experience for me.

First of all, the pre-event inspections were even more meticulous than before.

I was instructed how to show deference to His Excellency: I had to kneel and prostrate myself, face down.

I had to be taught exactly how to do this. It took 30 minutes, easily, before the staff felt I was ‘humble’ enough.

The second thing was: His Excellency knew my father. They had had dealings, as my Dad was something like the Military Attaché too – he was not in the military himself, but everything having to do with security and military co-operation (i.e.: arms deals) between the two nations was part of his job. Apparently, the relationship was very friendly.

I would find this out the first time I was presented. I did what I was told, made the sign of obedience and respect, put my face on the floor.

I heard my name whispered by the Admiral’s aide.

When my presence was acknowledged by the Admiral, I was to raise my upper body but stay on my knees, head bowed, until I was dismissed – only then was I allowed to stand, and this was ‘to attention’, no casual chatting or mingling, the focus was always on the high guest.

I was raised up, and His Excellency very kindly talked to me.

He said what a pleasure it was to meet the son of such a distinguished diplomat, and how pleased he was to see a foreign boy so enthusiastically involved in Malaysian cadet service.

I did what was expected. I responded how honoured I was to be in his presence and how wonderful cadet service was, etc.

And then he made me an offer. This would seriously change the course of my young expat life.

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[shslskaterboy]

Got any more Akira headcanons to share? I could use some more objectively correct info about the borblo

Hobie my beloved Hobie you know I absolutely do

Autism ❤️

I think I have said it before but fuck it were saying it again, I really like the idea of his glasses being his metaphorical safety blanket. They act as a physical barrier between him and the world and I think they would make eye contact less itchy for him (this is actually an idea I play around with in my fics a lot so if you’re paying attention it’s a good indicator of his mental state)

I believe wholeheartedly that he can cook (strikers is right there it gave us the evidence) but I think he often struggles with cooking for himself. Just too much time and effort and it would be so much easier to just eat whatever, but when he’s got an external motivator (ie other people who are depending on him) then he finds it very doable to cook proper meals

He was totally one of those kids who could read an entire book in one sitting. Absolutely ravenous about them, book fairs were his shit, he would get an entire pile of books (most of which were about special interests) and then read them with his big autistic eyes 8000 times

I like the idea of him helping Ryuji do his hair and being really good at it bc he’s very meticulous and good with his hands. Boy really maxed dexterity and he’s making full use of it by never getting even a speck of bleach on his boyfriend’s skin

He dresses well, albeit rather plain as a teenager, but I think he gets a lot more comfortable expressing himself when he’s older on account of having a secure group of friends to back him up. He is just such a guy who would have piercings and have such a collection of accessories and shiny things to decorate himself with, and I think he would have such fun with it

Genderfluid Akira. Need I say more? He’s literally the most gender guy ever and I think he should use whatever pronouns he wants forever and wear pretty dresses and put makeup on and make everyone confused all the time

And finally I think he’s in gay love with Ryuji and they kiss about it all the time 🥰

[poor-impulsecontrol]

crows are pretty! did you know that a group of crows is called a murder? if you were going to murder somebody, how would you do it?

do you think you’d get caught? what is the least ethical kind of trap for “pests”? (mice, flies, foxes, etcetera..)

no good topics, fuck!- shit, oops—

uh!! let’s see… do you have any hobbies? what brings you peace , other than alcohol? i like to skate because I had to put a lotta effort and time into it, that the itchy scratchy yucky thoughts didn’t really have much time to sit and simmer!

do you like music? do you write music? what’s your favorite song? what is the best pair of headphones you’ve ever had? noise cancelling headphones are great. I just blast my music and get to ignore everybody who tries to talk to me without looking like a dick because i ‘cant hear them’!!!

it’s a great tactic. only used around annoying people, considering i like to talk. I talk a lot. and- and of course I’m excited to talk to you! you seem super duper cool and silly and nice!!! i think- i think that what happened to you hurt you, and - and people are scared to interact with the injured..

but I’m not! im not afraid . there’s no reason to be! because — even if you are mean, dogs bite when they’re just scared- ya - ya know?

oops.

- please don’t drink too much, i care about you,, 🐜🐜🐜🐜

i did know that a group of crows is called a murder. that's cool as fuck.

legally speaking, i've already murdered someone. or assisted murdering someone. though, they counted it as manslaughter. same thing. long story. not getting into it.

if i was gonna murder someone, it would be jigsaw. don't know exactly how, but i'd make that sadistic sack of shit suffer.

uh, i don't know about the trap thing. i don't kill pests, i just let them chill in my house. i have about five spiders living behind my tv at the moment. never gotten any mice or rats or foxes, though. maybe one day. but then i would probably have to use traps. i'm just gonna hope it doesn’t get to that point.

not much else gives me peace other than alcohol. drugs, i guess. but—that's not exactly an option right now. or ever again. sometimes, i smoke weed if i can get my hands on it, but i've sworn off the other stuff. that's what led to jigsaw paying me a little visit. i guess, jordyn. my, like, only friend. only thing to keep living for. cats give me peace too, i guess. or any animal. i like stroking their soft fur. skating sounds good, i used to skate as a kid. until my mom broke my skateboard in the middle of a screaming match.

i do like music. who doesn’t like music? i've tried writing music but it all sucks absolute dick, and not in the good way, and it's too emo for another living human being to see. my favourite song? uh, probably...poor impulse control by jack off jill. or pay for it by msi. i've been listening to a lot of deftones recently, though. i don't know about the best pair of headphones, i just grab whatever's cheapest. i had these cute ones as a teen though, all decorated with stickers and signatures from my friends. but, yeah, any headphones that shut off my thoughts are good enough for me.

you're really weird and you ramble a lot. but, like, in a good way. weird is good. to me, at least. i don't know why you'd be excited talking to me—and i swear to god, if you are doing this to end up putting me in one of those jigsaw survivor interviews, i will fucking end you—but you're pretty cool yourself. your rambling is good. makes me think about something postive for once.

can't promise the drinking thing, but i have been trying to lay off of it a bit. okay, well, i haven't been trying, i just have no money to get alcohol. basically the same thing. whatever. take care of yourself, too.

[delopsia]

So when the 3 move in together how much input do each of the boys give on decor? Did they have to settle with like “this is your room to do whatever you want to” for each of us? Like an office concept for each of us? Or did they all just let one person do most of it? Or were they all cohesive and in sync abt decor?

I feel like they each have a wall/section of wall dedicated to each person’s achievements like displaying some of bobs navy stuff and Rhett’s riding accomplishments and our whatever we do. And in the middle they would maybe have a picture of the 3 of them (I feel like their marriage certificate because they can’t get legally married was scribbled onto the back of a paper place mat (in crayon) in a restaurant and they could 100% edit one to look better but they are all sentimental abt it)

Also I feel like the favorite toys have been almost included into the decor of their room just because they get used so often that once they get cleaned it’s almost silly to put them away away

I like to think its a mix of separate rooms and collaborative decor!

Bob's got a personal office, which is where a lot of his decor winds up migrating to. He had a nice setup in his old apartment, but a lot of the decor was very neutral. He was never really home often enough to see a point in settling on a theme, so he kept buying things that would match just about anything. Which means a lot of his things will fit right in with Reader and Rhett.

Rhett never had much to his name; his biggest possession was his truck, and his two-decade-old bed was not worth hauling. All he brings (aside from clothes) is a bunch of plaid blankets, a couple of pictures, an Xbox, a stereo he found at a yard sale in 2011, way too many CDs, and a wooden boot jack.

A lot of it falls down on the Reader's sense of style and how they decorate. If they bring a bunch of decorative items, then chances are the decor is going to compliment that by default; if not, then they take some time to explore different decor styles to figure out what suits them the best. Regardless of how they decide, it's a group effort.

Everyone gets to have their input on the main, overall style, but everyone has their "own room" in the house to retreat into. Bob's got his office, Rhett's got a cozy game room down in the basement, and the Reader has their choice of what room they have. Marrying two introverts naturally leads to a value of separate spaces, places to retreat and express without unintentionally stepping on the foot of another.

I love the idea of them having a big collage wall right by the front door, full of photos of them from over the years, with their wedding photo in the center. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't already warp this mythical world into allowing a trio to be married 😭

The toys just hang around in the open until one accidentally winds up in the back of a picture dfkjhg. After that, a drawer is cleaned out in the bedside table for the favorites because Bob would never recover if he'd sent that photo of his new shoes and someone had pointed out the bright blue strapon in the background...

[scarfacemarston]

For the winter otp questions, could you do Yelena? I thought of her when I saw them. Don't know who to pair her with though! ☺️ Just pictured her all wintered up. Maybe some gen with Natasha? All the numbers if that's not too much? 👉👈 They're all so cute.

Is it this one that you're talking about? I have two Christmas prompts. I can't help in terms of shipping, but I was thinking Natasha and Yelena as sisters. This is in a verse where Natasha lives, because she deserved better.

Holly: Will you include the mistletoe tradition in your works? Do your characters participate? Have you ever celebrated this tradition in your own home? Yelena and Natasha refuse to do mistletoe in their own homes. The Avengers compound had one, but it caused too much controversy. Tony insists they stay at his parties, though. Melina and Alexei have one in the threshold of their bedroom where the girls will absolutely not go in and Melina and Alexei get their kisses anyway. If Natasha is dating someone, she MIGHT tolerate a mistletoe. Yelena will not.

Peppermint: Thoughts and opinions on ugly Christmas sweaters? Yelena: It takes some time because Yelena finds they clash with her fashion style - she's the more fashion conscious between her and Nat, but later on? Yelena LOVES them and can't get enough of them. She just had to find the right one to be interested. Natasha: Natasha might find an ironic one or one that is more of a meme. Not like a cat pics meme but a meme of the avengers that she's decided to adopt as her own. However, there is nothing too crazy with her. It's not her thing.

Chocolate: Reaction to the first snow of the year. It's meh for them. They grew up in Russia. They acknowledge it can sometimes be beautiful, but Natasha thinks of all the sludge that comes with it. Yelena finds it more beautiful that Nat, but only when it's the big fluffy snow which she does not see very often.

Tree: Who convinces who to get a real tree this year? Natasha is the one who convinces Yelena. Yelena is very environmentally conscious, while Nat is as well, Yelena tends to take it more seriously. They debate what is truly more "Green" (get it?)However, after rock, paper, scissors, Natasha wins and they find a real tree - which Tony volunteers to laser cut it while Steve volunteered to cut for them. They politely refused.

Apple: Something you’re characters like to do as a couple/group. Yelena likes selfies/family pictures. She can't help it. She wants to make up for lost time and make as many memories as she can. The pictures make these memories more tangible and despite the pictures of the past being fake, she still enjoyed the memories of taking those pictures. She also loves playing tourist and taking Natasha or Kate with her. Natasha loves trying new cafes and restaurants, but also cooking for others. She has a special fondness for domesticity. She's not entirely sure why, but she thinks it's because it can be a form of peace from her busy hectic life. Melina approves because, "Cooking is just chemistry". Gift: Who has been waiting all year to give their gift to another person? How long have they planned it? Both girls do. Natasha is a strategist and planner. She naturally and selflessly has always put a lot of time and effort into caring for others and finding out what they truly enjoy. Natasha is the type of girl who finds the most obscure thing on Ebay and gifts it to you...but she'd rather hunt it down for herself like a scavenger hunt. The more obscure, the better. Yelena WANTS to do the same, but realizes she's not as good at it or patient as Natasha. She tries to make something instead...only for it to go wrong. Knitting goes wrong, crotchet goes wrong...but metal working? Goes quite well and she will make either a weapon, something useful, or a decorative sculpture. (Please let me have welder or blacksmith Yelena.)

Cinnamon: Favorite festive drink. Natasha: Mulled Wine Yelena: Hot chocolate with vodka and cinnamon to spice it up. Mug: Do they have a cheesy cup they use specifically for the holidays? Natasha: Yes, actually. Clint's kids gave her a mug in the shape of a snowman. Yelena does not have one...yet. Kate is on a secret mission to find the perfect one for Yelena.

Cider: Something they’re worried about during this time of the year. Natasha worries about Steve. She knows she shouldn't. She knows he's an adult, but she still knows what it means to be alone. Luckily, Bucky is with him this Christmas and she worries a little less. She also hopes that things stay quiet for once in her life. Yelena is worried about what sort of memories she'll unlock if she visits Melina and Alexei. She had some pleasant memories during her time in Ohio, but sometimes, remembering these memories can be painful for her.

Eggnog: Favorite winter activity. Natasha: Ice skating and sitting by the yule log. She loved athletics and then warming up all nice and cozy warming up with hot tea. Yelena: Snow sledding! The girl is chaotic energy and loves having fun. She has to release that energy somehow. She doesn't mind getting messy, either. If she can trip Natasha or Kate to fall into the sled, even better.

Turkey: How are they coping this year? Is this time of the year hard for them? I hc that Natasha has S.A.D. disorder, sometimes. I also believe it's possible for the Widows to be especially busy around Christmas as with so many formal events, it would be the perfect time to eliminate certain marks. Sometimes, she broods - with good reason. Yelena didn't remember her past Christmases to know to miss it. She vaguely remembers the ones in Ohio and those were happy times for her. Other than that, no.

Fuzzy socks: Favorite chill hangout activity (OTP or group activity)? Natasha loves movies while Yelena loves board games. She fully takes advantage of game nights whether it's with Melina and Alexei, Kate and Clint's family, or with the Avengers. She swears she doesn't cheat. As you can imagine, this does not stay a "chill" activity for long.

Blankets: Do they prefer to leave the house or stay inside during the winter. Both women were trained to tolerate the weather no matter what. The cold doesn't bother them so much. Nat is always working so she hardly thinks about the cold. However, she does enjoy her time alone indoors. Yelena loves being outside, but sometimes, there is such a thing as being too cold.

Christmas lights: How much do they decorate the house? Yelena loves to raid Target and especially loves the Featherly Friends bird collection as well as knit blankets, twinkling lights and candles with just a hint of tinsel. She learned the hard way that it gets EVERYWHERE. Natasha doesn't really decorate. She still has the mentality that she shouldn't become accustomed to living in one place for too long. However, Steve has painted her a winter scene, The Barton children have gifted her crafts, which she has displayed on her fridge as well as a few gifts from Tony, Thor, Bruce and Wanda over the years. However, she still keeps it minimal.

Family: Do they have family they’re going to see? It depends, sometimes it's the Avengers - with Natasha being closer to some more than others. Sometimes, it's Yelena visiting Kate before she and Natasha have a quiet Christmas together. Sometimes, it's Natasha with the Bartons, or it's with Melina and Alexei

Snow: What are they naming their first snowman of the year? Natasha thinks it's stupid and won't do it. Okay, fine, she'll do it for Clint's children. They name it Fred. Yelena names hers Rodney.

Tradition: What are their yearly traditions? Natasha remembers watching the Nutcracker ballet on tape or if they were especially fortunate, seeing it in person. She has a complicated history with ballet, but she's always loved the Nutcracker. Yelena, meanwhile, wants to eat Russian teacake cookies. Notice I said eat, not bake.

Pine Needle: What are they doing on Christmas Eve? Well, Hawkeye showed that it could be better. However, this is a "She lives" Au. Usually, they are with the Avengers, their "parents", hanging with each other, or Yelena will make a point to visit Kate. Honestly, Yelena makes it a tradition to visit or leave some sort of hidden message or note for Kate each year in remembrance of their first meeting. Yelena wants to go out and see the lights whereas Nat has to be dragged out. Once she's in her comfy PJ's and bathrobe - there is no moving. Sorry, Yelena, those puppy eyes won't work.

Ornament: What are they doing on Christmas Morning? Natasha would like to sleep in, but she knows that her body isn't going to let her. Too many years of training, regulation and routine. Yelena is in the same position, but she will take back her sleep schedule, thank you very much. Then the girls have pancakes, before going to Melina and Alexei's house if they were not sleeping over already. There, Melina makes a huge traditional Russian feast which she most certainly expects the girls to assist...Alexei goes and naps. Then they open gifts, Alexei sings songs and tell stories before Yelena insists they watch an American Christmas movie because she finds them hilarious. However, Natasha also loves spending time with the Avengers, especially Steve since he doesn't have family at this time. Sometimes, if she's in the States, she'll have a small family dinner with Steve, Clint, and some years Wanda while they show Steve It's A Wonderful Life. He, in turn, wants to watch Christmas films from his era including The Shop Around the Corner and Holiday Inn.

[olderthannetfic]

I think something a lot of folks don't consider as well about Canadians Americans and all of us white folk who say we are X when we really mean our ancestors came from X country, a lot of us aren't that far removed from those countries and while we've lost a lot of the culture in an attempt to homogenize we still have little bits and pieces usually in food or in slang that was passed down. On my dad's side I have mostly German ancestry and that means that the lasts names are all over the place because their names where Anglicized to make them less German during the war which has made it a nightmare to try and actually track information about ancestors. My mum's side is primarily Irish and Scottish my great grandmother according to my mum still had an accent and my grandmothers house still has hangings and other bits of decor that have family crests and other emblems. We cling to our culture because our ancestors tried their darndest to get rid of it in an effort to in some cases distance themselves from unsavoury comparisons which is how you have Germanic names spelled ten thousand different ways even within the same family (I've got a set of great or great great uncles who's last names where all Anglicized slightly differently) or who just wanted to fit in so that they weren't othered, because while for the most part North America isn't blatantly xenophobic to white immigrants anymore that hasn't always been the case and being different put a target on your back. We cling on to what we know because it's all we have, to try and connect with our in some cases not so distant ancestors.

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The diaspora vs. people still in the place conflict exists with all groups, usually with the same anger about authenticity and appropriation.

In this case, it's magnified by the perception that Americans are annoying and ubiquitous, but the tension would be there even if the US declined in prominence considerably.