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i can’t get over how much i genuinely despise the christmas period it is so much unnecessary stress for everyone regardless whether or not you celebrate it it is a mass forced time of year that has well passed beyond “making time to see loved ones and giving gifts for the sake of giving” it is about CONSUMPTION WITH A DEADLINE what a fucking nightmare
#CAN YOU TELL I WORK IN RETAIL#CAN YOU TELL IM NOT RELIGIOUS#CAN YOU TELL I DONT LIKE SPENDING TIME WITH MY FAMILY#CAN YOU TELL I HATE CAPITALISM#CAN YOU TELL IM AUTISTIC#“haha i still havent finished my christmas shopping i still need to buy-#CHRISTMAS. SHOPPING.#AM I GOING INSANE?#i cant deal with this#it’s such bullshit#why does everyone have to spend money and time and energy on a holiday that is made up YOU DONT ACTUALLY HSVR TO DO ALL OF TH-#i am forcibly taken away
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toji fushiguro [☯︎] - Himo Romance
synopsis: toji fushiguro takes you on a romantic date to the most fanciest place on earth.
genre: hella crack, angst(?), fluff(?)
word count: 4.9k
warnings: cursing, if you care
The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun as you waited in your small Tokyo apartment. It was a modest space, cluttered with polaroid pics and random shit from either thrift stores or shady internet dealers. Why spend $90 on an air fryer when NutCrusher2378 will sell you one for the low, low price of one feet pic?
Inhale. Exhale.
You once read an article that stated that meditation can decrease stress, pressure, and homicidal tendencies within a person. You glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, your patience waning as the minutes ticked by. Clearly, fifteen Blood Dragon Mango Orange and sitting in silence for 30 minutes wasn’t doing much for the overbearing burden that is your life. Now, why would a well-balanced person with their own apartment, car, and a source of income need to destress. Despite what your parents tell you every text, call, and holiday you were actually doing very good for yourself. So, why do you have the urge to burn down your apartment building and start smashing every building within a 25 mile radius?
One man.
One incredulous hot as fuck piece of shit man.
Toji Fushiguro, the enigmatic man who had become an unpredictable fixture in your life. You are currently dating a sorcerer that can’t even afford getting a Twix from a vending machine. To be honest, you wouldn’t even really call what you two have a ‘relationship’. Your so-called relationship was nothing more than a precarious balance of convenience, a twisted dance of give and take where you supplied the resources and he… well, he took. The more appropriate name for this would be a ‘situationship’. You cringe any time you or your friends bring up your relationship with him. Like a gross, oozing pimple on prom night, you just want to cover it up and pretend it doesn’t exist. Except the gross, oozing pimple is a 6’1, 190 lbs., lazy, overconfident, sex machine that kills and bums money from everyone just to bet it on a horse named ‘Lucky McCock’ because “with a name like that, he fucks the competition”.
The sound of keys jingling outside your door broke the concentrated silence, and you inadvertently flinched and felt your heart sink as Toji’s unmistakable footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without so much as a warning, he barged into your apartment, his devil-may-care grin lighting up his face. Why in the name of Kwon Ji-yong did you ever think giving him a key would be a good idea?!
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greeted casually, tossing his dirty musty jacket that you bought for him onto the couch. “Miss me?”
You rolled your eyes, the familiar blend of annoyance and resignation settling over you like a thick, suffocating fog. “You were only gone for three weeks this time. Hardly long enough to miss you.”
Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze wandering around the room before landing on the half-empty bag of potato chips on your coffee table. “Hungry,” he declared, making a beeline for the kitchen without waiting for your response.
You sighed inwardly, resigning yourself to yet another evening of Toji’s impromptu visits. As he raided your fridge with the same energy as an ungrateful college student that drops off his laundry and eats your food, you couldn’t help but wonder why you continued to tolerate his antics. Perhaps it’s his gorgeous face that even when nothing but bullshit and snarky remarks come out of it makes you want to sit on it. Or it’s his amazing daddy body that can go round after round with you, but can’t be bothered to move two feet to pick up the remote. Or maybe you have an undiscovered broke as fuck boyfriend kink that makes you dummy stupid.
“Why does it smell like a bunch of temple bastards took a shit in your living room?”
Or maybe, just maybe, you died long ago and this is your eternal hell.
*****
The weeks passed in a blur of half-hearted promises and fleeting moments of intimacy. Toji’s presence in your life remained as unpredictable as ever, his disappearances becoming a twisted routine that you had grown all too accustomed to.
‘Are we even dating?’
A thought suddenly popped into your head. You felt as if your stomach had hit the brakes hard after going over 90 on the interstate. What was really the point of this relationship? Well, it’s not like you both don’t get anything out of it. You both get amazing, mind-blowing sex and he gets a place to crash, food to eat, and money to spend on whatever dumb shit he likes.
…
You know, after laying it down like that, there’s obviously a clear winner that benefits from this in the long run.
However, just when you thought you had reached your breaking point, Toji dropped a bombshell that caught you completely off guard.
“I’m taking you out,” he announced one evening, his expression unusually earnest as he met your gaze. “A fancy date, with all that romantic shit you always bitch about.”
You quirked your eyebrow skeptically, crossing your arms over your chest. “The words ‘fancy’ and ‘romantic’ don’t fit your vocabulary. Your idea of fancy is wearing a button up shirt and your idea of romance is wearing a condom and buying flavored lube.” You sighed as he laughed obnoxiously. “What fancy place do you even know? Aren’t you, like, banned from almost every restaurant, café, dive bar, and soup kitchen within 50 miles of here?”
Toji grinned mischievously, a spark of excitement hinting in his eyes. “It’s a surprise,” he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. “But trust me, you’re gonna love it.”
You honestly doubt that. You know better than to get your hopes high when it comes to Toji’s promises. He either doesn’t deliver or doesn’t show up. Either way, you end up looking like a dumb bitch at the end of the day in your friend’s group chat. Yet, for some unknown reason, you found yourself getting excited.
*****
“Why do I have to be blindfolded for this?” you groaned as Toji guided you throughout the crowded sidewalk. The city buzzed with life around you, its neon lights casting an otherworldly glow as you navigate your way through the labyrinth of alleyways and side streets. You felt the slight breeze of people walking past you and felt the questioning gazes burn into you.
“Wouldn’t be a surprise if you could see where we were going, would it?” he whispered into your ear. “We’re almost there anyway…”
You felt anxiety and interest build in the pit of your stomach, your curiosity piqued as you drew closer to your destination. What sort of extravagant affair had Toji planned for you that you need a blindfold to go there? An underground Michelin-starred restaurant? A moonlit stroll along the riverbanks? An eyes-wide shut party?
As Toji finally came to a stop, you felt your stomach drop and heart race as he reached up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, his lips curling into a triumphant grin.
“Voila!” he exclaimed, gesturing grandly at the dimly lit building in front of you.
Your eyes widened in disbelief as you took in the scene before you. You both stood outside a familiar chain restaurant, its red gaudy mascot sign illuminated in garishly bright white letters against the night sky.
Red Lobster.
You blinked in confusion, struggling to process the sheer absurdity of what was happening.
“Red… Lobster?” you echoed incredulously, your voice laced with disbelief.
Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening into a boyish smirk. “Told ya it was fancy as shit.”
…
“WHAAAAAAAAATTT?!!!”
*****
Words could not describe the unbridled rage you were feeling right now. You could power a small village for 5 years with the amount of fury emanating from you. You sat slumped in the booth with a furious scowl stuck on your face as you stared fiercely at the lying moron currently stuffing his face with Cheddar Bay Biscuits. After gulping down three of the biscuits, he finally looks up at you.
“‘s matter with you?”
“You know damn well what’s the matter with me, Toji.” you seethed.
A few seconds of silence passed as he gulped down the rest of the biscuits. His face remained stoic as he looked you in the eyes.
“You gotta take a shit or somethin’?”
You slammed your fists against the table, sitting up straight and leaning over the table, the jarring sound of the utensils and cups on the table shook people from their conversations and turned their attention towards your table. You could care less what those slack jawed NPCs thought of you. Your attention was focused solely on your smug ass boyfriend.
“Toji,” you breathed harshly, “what the fuck am I wearing right now?”
“Huuh?”
“What the fuck do I have on right now? What kind of clothes do I have on?” You were shaking at this point.
Toji grinned at you smugly. “Whatever it is, it’s hot as fuck.”
“Of course it’s hot as fuck, Toji. And you wanna know why I’m wearing this hot as fuck outfit in this building of impending salmonella poisoning? Because you told me that we were going to a fancy and romantic place. Where people, oh I don’t know, don’t need to take a Pepto Bismol before and after dinner, where waiters speak in a posh accent but you know deep down that they only make 12 dollars an hour, where the food is served relatively fresh and not sitting in a deep-freeze for half year and warmed in a fucking microwave! But no! Here I am, looking like a 100 out of 10 sitting in a stained red booth, at a sticky table, sitting across from a man who looks like I just dragged a homeless man off the street just so I don’t look like a desperate loser coming into a fucking Red Lobster by myself!”
You ended your rant, panting and dropped back into your booth and cradled your head in your arms on the table. You knew this would happen. You just knew it! Leave it to a man with no concept of child support or how a garbage disposal works to take you anywhere relatively nice. The soft chattering and murmurs of the other patrons around you continued on, but you could feel eyes on you specifically. You groaned, not even bothering to raise your head.
“Jesus Christ… you couldn’t even pick a fucking Papadeux? Fucking Red Lobster…”
“Hey, don’t knock it till you try it,” he quipped, his mouth full of Cheddar Bay Biscuits.
“I have tried it, Toji. Everyone and their great-grandmother comes to fucking Red Lobster at least once for a birthday-anniversary-graduation-bullshit.”
“Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?”
“Toji, your “thought” doesn’t count for shit.”
You didn’t see it, but Toji flinched at your words. A pang of dejection flashed across his face, but just as you rose your head he turned his face back to stoic.
“Where’s the damn waiter?” he muttered, looking around. “AYO! Can we get some damn service?!” Toji loudly called, snapping his fingers.
Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his arm. “Oh my fucking… Toji!”
Before he could say anything, a nervous looking waiter walked up to your booth.
“Hello guys, my name is Tommy and I will be your waiter today. Can I get you guys started with anything?”
“Uh, yeah, lemme get a mufuckin’ uuuuhhhhhhhhh…” This went on for a full two minutes. “Lemme get the unlimited oysters.”
You quirked your eyebrow at Toji with a perplexed look as the waiter jotted down his order. “Really? The oysters?”
He lazily nodded.
“Are you sure you wanna lock that in, baby?”
He nodded again, looking disgruntled that you would question his choice of food.
“Like, 100%? Are you really, really sure that’s what you wanna get?”
Toji tilted his head at you. “You questioning me?”
You raised your eyebrows passively and opened your menu. “Alright…” you remark, “It’s your funeral…” You muttered the last part under your breath.
The waiter sensing the tension amongst you two, hurried along the order conversation. “And what would you like to drink?”
“All your drinks are boring, so nothing.” he answered in dismissal, tossing the menu at Tommy who barely managed to catch it.
“And what would you like to order?” He directed his attention towards you.
“I’ll have the grilled half lobster with lemon butter, a tomahawk steak, and a bottle of Gin, please.” you answered, handing the menu to him.
“A-A bottle…?” Tommy the waiter stuttered. “We can mix it into a drink if you preferred–”
“I said what I said.” You looked at the basket on the table. “And can we get some more cheddar biscuits please?”
Tommy nodded with a bow. “Of course. I’ll be back with your drinks and some more biscuits for the table.” And with that, he scurried off.
Toji threw you a smug grin and whistled cheekily. “Wooow, babe. I didn’t know I was dining with royalty.” he chastised and you groaned. “Don’t expect me to pay for your share.”
“Pssh. Please Toji. With what money? It’s so obvious that I’m paying for this meal.”
“Wait, really?”
“Duh, Toji! Of course I’m paying for it! It’s practically routine at this point.” You groan out, annoyed and rolling your eyes. “It’s the main thing you use me for anyway…”
The air is immediately coated in awkward tension between the two of you. It’s not like you said anything wrong. This is Toji Fushiguro you’re talking about. The man only wants three things out of life: sex, money, and to sail through life never paying for anything. You fiddled with your fingernails to fill the dead air when you heard Toji smack his lips at you.
“Can’t you go one fucking second without bitchin’ at me for something so worthless?” he muttered. “What the hell’s wrong Red Lobster? Red Lobster is the epitome of sophistication. The ambiance, the seafood… it's all about setting the mood, babe.”
“Sophistication?” You scoff and look your boyfriend dead in his eyes. “Toji… you eat at fucking Burger King.”
“What the fuck’s wrong with Burger King?!”
“Oh! Hmm! Let’s see! Lemme think! Ummm! Ummm! How about, fucking everything Toji!”
“Do NOT disrespect the King!” Toji's smile faltered slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.
“The King is dead, Toji! Deeeaaad! He OD’d 25 years ago just like everyone else who eats at Burger King!” you shout, no longer caring about raising your voice. “People only eat Burger King because they have to! Never because they want to! Because if that were the case, then everyone would go to McDonald’s! Their food is leagues better!”
“Their Whoppers are a culinary masterpiece.” he seethed at you.
You snort. “Oh yes! You’re so right, Toji. Mm-mm! Yummy! Because nothing turns my appetite on more than a soggy burger and a 72% chance of food poisoning! Or you could just spend the extra dollar and get a Big Mac like the rest of society! And chicken nuggets with actual chicken!”
It was now Toji’s turn to scoff. “You just don’t understand the peak gourmet culinary complexities that is Burger King.”
“I would rather lick the inside of a Taco Bell bathroom toilet than eat a single chicken fry from Burger King. At least with the Taco Bell toilet there’d be remnants of edible food! It’s bottom tier, Toji. Where else in the world do you get “buffalo nuggets” for $3?! And why would you pay for that?! 10 piece chicken nuggets for $2?! What’re you, suicidal?!”
“It’s cheap and delicious!”
“It’s rat meat and smells like something threw up in a deep fryer and you fucking know it! It’s right there next to Arby’s.”
“Oh! So, now you’re dissing Arby’s?!”
“You bet your beautiful chiseled ass I’m dissing fucking Arby’s!”
“And what’s fucking wrong with Arby’s, huh?!”
“It’s rat food, Toji! It’s all rat food!”
“What the hell are you talking about?!”
“Have you ever been inside an Arby’s, Toji? Hmm? The people that eat there are either tasteless morons that think Jack in the Box is ‘too expensive’ or using the spot waiting for their Fentanyl dealer. It’s just like Burger King. You only go there because you have to, not because you want to.”
Toji leaned in, eyes dark. “You wouldn’t know good food if it came up to your doorstep with roses, wiped its feet off at the door, and fucked your throat.”
“Oh, is that right?!”
“Um! Excuse me…” a meek voice spoke up. You both whipped your heads to see your waiter trembling with a bottle of Gin and basket of cheddar biscuits in his hands. You both leaned back in your seats as he hurriedly placed drink and food on the table. “Your food will be here shortly…” Before he could dash off, you grabbed him by the sleeve.
“Hold on there, Tommy. Settle something for us, would’ja?”
“Oh, please don’t incorporate me in whatever this is–”
“Arby’s, Burger King, or McDonald’s? Which one would you eat?”
Tommy stood in silence for a few seconds before whispering a tiny scared “what?”
“The fuck you asking him for?!”
“Because unlike you, he has a job and doesn’t live off of gambling tickets and random women to buy his meals! Now Tommy, choose!”
“U-U-Ummm… well, considering I’ve gotten food poisoning from all three restaurants, I’d still choose McDonald’s any day…”
“What?!”
You smirk at Toji victoriously. “Thank you, Tommy. You just earned yourself a 80% tip.”
And with that, Tommy scurried off again.
“God! You can never just be fucking grateful for anything, huh?! You just have to whine and nag and complain about everything in that pissy little condensating tone of yours!”
“Tell me, Toji. What should I be grateful for? Hm? Sh-Should I be grateful that you put in the bare minimum for a date or that you even remember my name at all?”
“…”
“Should I be grateful that you even came back to me at all and not dead somewhere, shanked and killed in the street, like an overlooked hooker that the cops don’t give a shit about?”
Toji remained silent.
“You know what, Toji. You’re right. I should be grateful. I’ll be grateful knowing that when this dinner ends I can go back home and not have to deal with you for another 4 months. Maybe around that time you’ll find someone else to be a wallet for you.”
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, ending the conversation dead in the water. Again, you missed the pain in Toji’s eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows and slowly continued chewing. Not too long after, Tommy came back with your food. Staring down at the shiny, plastic-looking food before you, you grimace. The overpowering smell of the oysters churned your stomach and waned your appetite with each passing second. Pushing past your mixture of disgust and resignation, you begin to eat your food.
This dinner is the definition of ‘absolutely donkey dicks’. You couldn’t even consider the food you were eating as actual “food”. Plastic toy food from a child’s playset looks and smells more appetizing. The only thing that you can swallow without gagging is the bottle of Gin which is slowly asking for a refill. You sighed as you looked up from your plate and saw Toji slurping down oyster after oyster. You pushed the food around your plate with little enthusiasm.
Toji attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but his efforts fell flat in the suffocating silence that hung between you two.
Toji cleared his throat in an attempt to once again start a conversation causing you to look at him downcast. “So, uh, how’s the food?” he asked tentatively, his voice tinged with unfamiliar uncertainty.
You glanced up at him with a weary sigh, your disappointment written plainly across your face. “The lobster tastes like those bouncy balls you get from quarter machines drenched in garlic and butter and the steak is both ice cold and boiling lava hot.” You look back at your food. “How’s your oysters? Good?”
“Delectable. Like slurping down The God of Lust and War’s plump pearls.”
“Ugh…”
The silence stretched on between you two, the weight of your unspoken frustrations hanging heavy in the air. Toji let out a heavy sigh bringing your attention back to him.
“Look, uh… Y/N…” Toji started fidgeting. “I know this date is total shit. Worse than shit probably. Nobody likes fucking Red Lobster. Being in this place makes me want to set fire to the building trapping all these wrinkly white-haired fucks and servant dicks to burn. Agonizingly. But I would save you! And the Cheddar Bay Biscuits fuuuck that shit is amazing!”
You raised your eyebrow, but let him continue.
“You were right. I am… banned from most places. Fuck, I mean did you know that I was banned from Chili’s AND Applebee’s? Like, why the fuck would I even be in those shitholes?”
“That… probably has something to do with you setting fire to their parking lot and spray painting ‘FUCK YOUR TAXES’ on their windows respectively at multiple locations.”
“Oh yeeahh… damn. That was a great Halloween.”
“Yeah… it was interesting… watching you eat an entire 5-pound chocolate peep marshmallow and utterly lose your mind in what I can only describe as a hellish sugar rush.”
“Whatever. The point is… I… I really tried, y’know?” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “I said a lot of shit and promised a whole fucking thing, but in reality… this is all I can do… Like, legally or whatever…”
You stared at Toji in somewhat disbelief. You were witnessing something striking and shocking. Were you actually seeing Toji being… remorseful? The Toji Fushiguro?
“So… not to be all… stupid and pathetic… but… y’know… I’m…”
“You’re?”
“I’m… thmrrry…”
“You’re what?” You leaned in.
“Mm mpfrrf!”
“Toji, I can’t understand you. Get your hand away from your mouth.”
“I’m sorry!” he shouted. “There. I said it.”
Your eyes widen in surprise. You bit the inside of your cheek just to make sure you weren’t dreaming. “Woah, Toji…” you mutter, stunned. “I didn’t think those words were capable of forming. I always thought that if you even tried saying it you’d vomit up blood and your intestines would explode.”
“Fucking… whatever, okay! Don’t make a big deal outta it. I only said it ‘cuz I wanted to…!” He was blushing and fidgeting more. “But that’s not all.”
Toji reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out a small velvet black box, his expression awkward and face slightly red as he pushed it across the table to you.
"I,… uh…, got you something," he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and avoiding meeting your eyes. “Just— don’t make a big deal over it…”
You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Your skepticism warring at the unfamiliar genuine tone shift as you opened the box. You gasped softly. Inside the box, a beautiful arctic blue shone brighter than all the dim lights in the restaurant. You looked at Toji then back at the necklace. You were honestly speechless and your heart immediately softened into soft serve ice cream.
“Happy anniversary…” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
“Toji, this is…” you began, at a loss for words as you struggled to adjust to the sweet gesture that was foreign to Toji’s entire personality. “This is the sweetest and most beautiful thing you’ve ever done. Thank you, Toji.”
Toji softly frowned bashfully, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. “Good,” he stated firmly. “But, uh… just don’t wear it outside. It’s stolen.”
“Stolen?” you echoed.
“Yeah. An old buddy owed me a favor after getting rid of a few… pests for him. He said I could take anything as compensation so I took The Tears of Benzaiten. I was gonna pawn it, but then I thought of you and… shit y’know…” he trailed off, the blush growing on his face. “Then a few days later, he put a bounty on it and got all fucking weird about it. So, just… don’t wear it anywhere, got it? I like your face and I wouldn’t want a bunch of scars and bruises ruining it.”
“Toji. Are you seriously telling me that I’m holding a Japanese national treasure with a big enough bounty that I could be killed just for holding it and you are just giving it to me in a Red Lobster for our anniversary?”
Toji shrugged nonchalantly. “Y/N, you’re much more beautiful than some stupid necklace made from the tears of Goddess worth 90 billion Yen. And you know that if anyone came within 20 feet of you, I’d rip out their esophagus and crumple their pathetic human bodies into nothing.”
You sat in stunned silence trying to process all the information that was just thrown on you. You looked down at the necklace. Suddenly, you started to giggle. Then, your giggles turned to laughter. You put your head down as your laughter grew louder and louder. After a few moments and murmurs from other patrons later, you raised your head and leaned your cheek against your hand.
“Toji Fushiguro, you’re so…” You tried to find the words to describe the absurdity happening right now. “Impossible.” you remarked fondly, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I love you for it.”
Toji smirked proudly.
“But, I hate to break it to you baby… today’s not our anniversary.”
Toji's smirk immediately diminished. “What?! Yeah, it is!”
You shook your head, still smiling. “Afraid not, baby. You see… we don’t have an anniversary.”
“Yeah we do! We had our first date and everything!”
“We met at the track, went to a bar, and then had sex. Then, you disappeared for a week then you came back and we had make up sex. Other than that, you’ve been gone for about 75% of this relationship. This is technically the only date we’ve been on that didn’t end with me getting drunk and us having loud sex in the bathroom.”
“So… it’s not our anniversary?”
You shook your head again.
“FUCK!” Toji shouted, slamming his hand on the table with a loud crash and groaning into the booth.
You slightly giggled and put the necklace in your bag. You gently grabbed Toji’s hand and he flinched slightly at your sudden touch.
“If this were our anniversary, it would be the best anniversary ever.” You kissed his hand and stood up, looking down at his flushed face. “Come on.” you gestured, throwing some money with a big tip as promised on the table. “Let’s go home.”
Toji smiled and took your hand as you both left the restaurant, much to the other patrons' relief. As you both made your way back to the apartment, you had a small flicker of hope. For the future. For the relationship. For Toji.
It started out as a really shitty date, but turns out, deep down, Toji can be romantic. In his own way, of course.
When you both entered the apartment, Toji grabbed your hips and kissed you deeply. You melted into arms and moaned into the kiss. He pulled away with a smirk.
“You taste like garlic butter Gin.”
“And you taste like oysters.”
You stepped away from him and walked towards the living room.
“And where the hell are you going?” Toji asked, following close behind.
“Well, we’ve had makeup sex, angry sex, drunk sex, bathroom sex, and Scandinavian Yeti sex. But I don’t think we’ve had “anniversary” sex yet.”
Toji grinned smugly as he rushed you and threw you over his shoulder. “Fuck yeah! I’m not gonna let ya sleep tonight!” Toji roared, giving your ass a smack. You let out a gasp and laugh.
You hated this man sometimes, but you couldn’t deny the amount of love you had for him too.
This truly was the best anniversary ever.
~Omake~
“Urrreeegh…! Urg… fuck…”
“I told you not to eat those oysters, baby.” you soothed, rubbing Toji back gently.
Halfway through sexy time, Toji jumped off of you and started to feel the horrible after effects of Red Lobster oysters. You cringed as Toji continued to retch, groan, and spit all of his dinner in the toilet bowl.
“I’ll kill those bastards…! I’ll slit their throats and dance on their backs! I’ll get those– ugh! Oh god… bleerghh!”
You sigh and smile softly at his very real threats. You stepped out of the bathroom and put on some clothes.
“Where you goin’! We’re not… urgh… done yet!”
“Well, we’re gonna be here for a while, baby. I don’t know much about sorcerers, but I’m pretty sure I can recognize the symptoms of food poisoning.”
Toji groaned. “Fucking Red Lobster… making me miss out on anniversary sex…”
“I’ll be back in a few. You’re gonna need some water, Pepto Bismol, soda, crackers, and light snacks to keep down.”
“Nooo… don’t go…” he wearily waved at you to come back.
You leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, smiling gently at the sick man. “Do you want anything? I can get you some scratch off tickets. Dragon Stars Lotto. Those are your favorite, right?”
Toji smiled weakly. “You’re an angel, baby.”
You kissed the back of Toji's neck and smiled as he shuddered against your lips.
“When you get back, I’m gonna fuck the memories of anyone else outta you.”
You laughed, grabbed your bag, and left the apartment. Smiling and hopeful for what’s to come next.
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a/n: yo. sorry i've been gone for so long. been trying to find a new job and then suddenly decided to learn blender animation for some reason. (if anyone can give me tips it would be much appreciated) so i started working on this in February for like a valentine's thing then looked up and saw that is April so... happy april fool's! or whatever... enjoy a not so serious toji fic. more to come soon.
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Why do we have to give these little gifts for each holiday at school? Remember the basic valentines that you gave out with a picture and phrase from your favorite character? You wrote their name and your name and that was it. Now I’ve got to think of something creative and spend money on things. It’s not even to impress other people or to go above and beyond. You are literally expected to do this stuff. I don’t have time or money or energy for this nonsense. Why do I feel like the only one who has an issue with it? How does everyone else have the time? I’m barely getting through the day.
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Monday, January 1st, 2024!
10:29am We are alive mf's!!! We made it to the new year!
Currently having my semi-annual financial hoopla but things will work themselves out 😇
January goals: not spending money basically.
- don't get so drunk, it is not fun anymore!
- stop buying food/ drinks out! Too much $
- look for free activities
- free hobbies
- be mindful of what you're doing! And not doing!
- wake up earlier and go to bed earlier! (Gradual)
1:01pm I have already caved and have gotten PDQ 🤣 it's all good I'm straight chilling ❤️ Stay positive y'all. Watching A Historia Delas on Hulu, looks pretty good!
3:45pm Ok so PDQ has made me completely lethargic, the salt has made me totally bloated AF like I feel it in my belly and my feet and hands. I want to work on increasing my energy levels this year and omg this was not the right thing to do. I'm so bloated I'm too uncomfortable to nap even. This show is very good though thank god bc I'm clearly not doing much else today.
Also, one of my wall adjacent neighbors has been playing freaking dubstep or something for like 2 hrs straight and I just realized it's making my brain feel weird/ fuzzy but I couldn't identify why tf I felt that way before. There's so much damn noise in the world it's no wonder everyone is losing their mind/ irritable and slightly annoyed all the time.
8:04pm I did my nails! Also binge watching this show was a very good decision, the best I've made all day 🤣 Tried eating some cheese and it's too much!! My body is just rejecting all of this rich af holiday food and I should really clean out the fridge tomorrow and start fresh. I know it's a waste but idc I don't want to keep feeling like crap and I hate expired food. It's not my fault I went on vacation for like 10 days and all this was too much. I'm still not used to buying/ cooking food for one person. I need to stop buying gallons of milk ffs! It's way too much I had to have like 4 cups last night bc it was expiring today. This is just all part of being mindful, everything is a learning process! You are ok and you are doing great! ❤️
Also, learning more and more about how abusive my relationship is and I'm so glad the internet exists because it would have been so easy to just *not* be aware of this experience that i unfortunately share with many people!! Narcissistic abuse is real and I am ready to keep healing!! Can't fool me twice.
I loved talking to his grandmother though, she is so wise and sweet and I love that she really doesn't play his BS and can see through it, amen!!! I can't believe she said what I thought she would say.... She wants them to move out together so that they'll break up already!!!! That shit is crazy she really said that!!! I may be young but I am not stupid and I saw that shit coming from MILES away literally.
9:41pm He keeps randomly texting me and tbh at this point it's so crystal clear what he's doing and it's pathetic. Simply I have no admiration for him, no respect above human decency really, it's just pathetic is the only word for it. He clearly needs psychological help, and I'm not a psychologist! Also, don't you have a gf to text who literally hates me? Get it together, bro, you're not fooling anyone (except her?? Poor girl tbh she's really getting her payback/ karma in spades I'm sure) thanks universe :) love ya.
PS why does he keep bringing up the music thing?? Does he have no other lines I don't really get it. What tf am I supposed to do about that anyway. I listen to all of his music and my music just fine (oh wait it's because I took time to heal and didn't jump into another toxic relationship 7 days later!!) Get a grip, dude, you're not getting anyone's sympathy here.
Made a to do list for tomorrow so we'll see how that goes! Also I'm sleeping naked so we're trying lots of new things!
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Beach Day
Hey Besties <3, I plan on getting 3 more posts like this out today as I know I haven't been the most active this week, then tomorrow there will be 2 more out so it means I have posted 7 written works this week. So keep your onions peeled. (the amazing writer @sapphireplums gave me so much inspiration to write with their kind words so you should give her a follow).
Summary: The avengers get their toes in the sand and their swimsuits on.
You had all been working for what felt like 200 years
With missions and paperwork none of you had seen each other properly
So an hour of brainstorming you came up with the genius idea of a beach day
You decided to put the idea to Fury so he could clear everyone's schedule
However it took a lot more convincing than you had expected
You shivered under the mans watchful gaze, you never really understood documentary presenters when they talked about the look of fear in some poor mouse's eyes as it was scooped up into the talons of some large bird, that was until you met Fury, you were sure you had the same look in your eyes right now. You shifted in your seat as he began to talk again, “So you want me to let the world's protectors go off duty for a whole day just so you can go running across some sand and take a swim in salty water? Even though if you wanted to get sand in your hair I would happily get you a bag of it?” he asked a hint of amusement in his voice, pausing his pacing to quirk his eyebrow at you. When he worded it like that it sounded stupid but you knew you all needed a break and you weren’t about to give up “I wouldn’t phrase it like that but yes sir that is in a way what I am asking, look we haven’t been together as a group since the last big team mission a month ago and I can’t remember the last time we spent a day together. Please?” If you can’t get someone to agree by simply asking them then tug at their heartstrings and beg. Those had been the wise words of your grandma Jo and it seems that they had been true “Fine you get 1 day then it’s all back to normal”
After convincing the terrifying director you had taken the idea to Tony as he was going to be the one paying for it
It’s not like he doesn’t have enough money to give some to his friends (and even more to charity but that was an idea for another day)
Of course the man more than happy to splash some cash to see everyone have fun together (and in a swimsuit)
The morning of the trip had been stressful and chaotic to say the least
“DOES EVERYONE HAVE SUN CREAM?” the captain's voice boomed over the noise of zippers shutting, the music from the beach day playlist Tony had made and the excited chattering of the team. “Yes Captain safety first I have enough bottles in the car to last at least 20 years because unlike Y/n I actually know how to take care of myself” the genius quipped laughing at the offended noise that fell from your mouth, “at least I’m not going grey old man” you muttered wandering around trying to find the bucket and spade you had brought down stairs. “Hey as anyone who has seen my Bucket and Spade I can’t seem to find it” you called out rummaging through the colossal pile of bags “No, are you sure you brought it down doll?” Bucky spoke, looking round in confusion not remembering seeing you bring it down. If you weren’t so caught up in looking for your sandcastle building tools you would have laughed at the ‘lost tourist’ look on his face. “Yes I’m sure,” shoving bags with more aggression eager to find it “is everyone sure they haven’t taken it” you stopped to look at the group, cheeks tinted pink from the force at which you were moving bags. “Yes , we’re sure now get downstairs and in the car I’ll get you one when we get there” rushed Natasha, her red hair a nice contrast to the dark denim shorts she had on, “if we get there” whispered Sam making Thor laugh as he attempted to pick up 3 bags at once.
Anyone would have thought you were going on a 5 day holiday with the amount you had all tried to shove in the back of the mini-van you all chipped in for one year at Christmas for this exact reason
The seniors of the group ( Iced Americano and The metal armed man with no plan) were confused on why you needed to take this much but you and Wanda were insistent that you had packed the essentials
(Okay maybe the hats, 5 bottles of sun cream and armbands and floats for the poor swimmers of the pack had been slightly unconventional for a day at the beach but it’s better safe than sorry right?)
The drive was also very chaotic
You hadn’t realised how uncomfortable the seats had been until you were forced to spend 2 hours stuck next to Loki in them. “I know this is the 10th time I have asked this but are we there yet?” the God was starting to seem more like a 5 year old than a stabbing machine and he wasn’t the only one ,“Can you please move your leg over a bit it’s on my side” Sam whined as he shoved Bucky’s shoulder “No for the last time I can’t so deal with it bird brain” the pair hadn’t stopped bickering since they stepped foot inside the vehicle. “Tony can you turn up the music and drown the noise of these kids out please” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose trying to soothe the oncoming headache (not that making the music even louder was going to help) “I thought you’d never ask kid” he replied lunging for the twisty thing no one actually knew the name of, that turned up the music (Bruce probably knew but no one had the energy to ask).
When you got there however the 2 hour drive felt like the needed sacrifice as your toes hit the sand.
As much as you loved being able to fight alongside your family there was nothing better than watching them relax, faces slowly morphing into ones of pure bliss.
“You alright there y/n? You looked like you were away with the fairies then” Steve chuckled, unfolding the deck chair he had brought and placing it next to yours. “Yeah I’m good I was just thinking about how lucky we are to have each other” the man smiled at you as your eyes glinted in the sunshine. “LAST ONE TO THE WATER SMELLS OF FISH” Peter screamed bolting towards the water, that bastard you thought jumping up and running after him “PETER YOU DICK I’M GONNA GET YOU!!!” you laughed. Once you got in the water you squeaked at how cold it was doing the ‘ohh ohh oh sihufbbe’ noise that came with the shock of cold water spinning around to splash water in bug boys face. Oh shit. That wasn’t Peter, you had forgotten that Bruce had gotten into the water straight after Tony and had been swimming beside you. The whole group froze half expecting the man to turn green however what you were met with wasn’t a green mean smashing machine and was in fact a laughing doctor and a splash of water to the face. After that a water fight started, screams of surprise and joy a comforting change to the screams of fear you usually heard in your line of work. You snuck off back to shore and looked at your found family from the warmth of your towel realising how lucky you were to be in a place of love and support, free of judgement. Because at the end of the day yes Loki would complain about the sand in his hair, Thor would be asking for a stop at the shops to add to his Pop tart stock pile, Nat would be silently filming Sam and Bucky bicker like an old married couple, Tony would make flirty remarks to Pepper about letting him rub sun cream on her back again some time, Peter and you would be talking shit to each other as he beat you at yet another game of Mario kart as Wanda and vision made sure to make an extra bowl of whatever they had made to take Bruce who had already made his way down to the lab but you were a family and there was no place you’d rather be.
You would say this was the best idea you ever had but the video of you painting Cap’s shield bright pink would beg to differ
It was a successful trip and you would 100% be posting the picture of Bucky and Peter looking depressed at the fact their ice-creams had fallen on the floor after a light game of ‘I’m gonna push you over’
Ahhhh the bliss of a beach day with the gang
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Easter
a/n: and another post! I wanted to put this up today bc it is easter...anyway this is quick but I hope you enjoy it!
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"Link's having way too much fun with this," Amelia grinned, watching as her boyfriend scrambled around the backyard with a basket of eggs in hand. She picked up her mug of tea and glanced over at Maggie beside her.
"Does he want a bunch more kids?" The neurosurgeon smiled at her sister.
"We've only talked about it a little bit, but yeah. We're just waiting until life calms down." She wrapped her cardigan around her body. "Does Winston want kids?" Maggie shrugged.
"We haven't really talked about it a lot. But, I'm open to the idea, and seeing how well he gets along with Mer's kids makes me excited for whatever's going to happen." Link walked over to them, placing the empty wicker basket onto the picnic table.
"All the eggs are hidden. And I think I did it well enough that it'll get all of their energy out," he panted, running a hand through his hair.
"I think we got all of your energy out," Amelia joked while watching as he caught his breath.
"It's Easter! I know that Mer doesn't usually do anything super special, but I want the kids to have something fun to do. Didn't you do easter egg hunts?" Amelia and Maggie both shook their heads.
"I lived in Boston."
"My mother didn't care," Amelia muttered, resting her head on her hand. "But, I think it's really sweet that you're doing this, babe." Link beamed proudly.
"I'm gonna go get the kids. I'm sure they're terrorizing Winston," Maggie stood up, heading into the house. Link turned to look at Amelia across from him.
"You seriously didn't have anything special for easter growing up?" She shook her head.
"I mean, before my dad died, we did a bunch of stuff, but after? It was like everyone lost any sort of holiday spirit. My dad was the one to go all-out."
"Well, just so you know, I plan on spoiling these kids and Scout for every holiday." They both grinned at each other, turning their heads as the door opened. "Okay," Link stood up, clasping his hands together as he walked towards the kids. "The purple eggs are Zola's, the blue are Bailey's, and the pink are Ellis'. You each have 12 eggs to find, okay?" They nodded eagerly, scattering around the backyard to search for the plastic eggs. Link walked back over to the picnic table, Maggie and Winston trailing behind him. Amelia adjusted a strand of his hair after he sat down beside her.
"Thanks for setting this up," she whispered, kissing Link's cheek. "These kids are really lucky to have you." He smirked and kissed her quickly before turning his attention back to the kids. She leaned her head on his shoulder, sighing contently as his arm wrapped around her body.
"So, who should I be betting on here?" Winston asked, laughing as he picked up his drink.
"I've got money on Zola," Maggie spoke.
"It's gonna be Bailey. Zola would finish first, but she'll get caught up in helping Ellis." They all shook their heads after Amelia spoke, seemingly agreeing with what she said. They turned to watch Bailey clamor up the ladder on the playscape, holding up an egg triumphantly.
"Are you done, Bailey?" Link shouted, his eyebrows raised.
"Two more!" Amelia shook her head in amusement, picking up the baby monitor in front of her. She fiddled with the dial on the side.
"What're you doing?" Link questioned, noticing how she had busied her hands as she did when she was nervous.
"He's gonna wake up in a second," she muttered, glancing down at the speaker on the monitor. "Just making sure we can hear it."
"How do you know that?" Amelia raised her eyebrows at the man across from her. She'd only gotten to know Winston on a surface level, but she knew that he made Maggie happy.
"It's my motherly sense. It's like, my boobs are tingling."
"She's joking," Link shoved her shoulder lightly. "He normally only naps for an hour."
"An hour and fourteen minutes, to be exact. Scout's oddly punctual," Amelia joked. "Ah," she muttered as her son's cries came through on the device. "Right on time." She excused herself from the table.
"So, how long are you in Seattle, Winston?"
"I'm not exactly sure. Just playing it by ear right now, enjoying the change of pace," he responded, setting his phone down on the table.
"Don't leave," Link practically pleaded, "I need another guy around here. There's so much estrogen in this house," he joked.
"You have Bailey and Scout," Maggie widened her eyes, watching as the two men interacted.
"Scout doesn't count. He's a baby." The door opened, and Amelia walked out with a swaddled baby in her arms. "The cutest baby ever," Link cooed, standing up to take him. Amelia handed their son to her boyfriend and sat back down.
"How're they doing?"
"Bailey's only got one more," Link answered, beginning to pace around the table, his son's cries soon subsiding. "Any moment now-"
"Done!" Bailey screamed, running over to the table. "I finished first! I win!"
"This wasn't a competition, Bailey," Amelia teased, ruffling the boy's blonde hair. "But, good job." He beamed widely and sat down, beginning to crack open the eggs and pile his candy on the table.
"How'd I do at hiding the eggs, Bails?" The boy paused for a moment in thought before answering his uncle.
"It was okay. They were easy to find." Link's face fell in disbelief, the other adults laughing.
"You're gonna hurt Uncle Link's pride, Bailey!" Amelia reached over, helping him to open the small candy bag in his hands. "Why don't you go help Ellis and Zola find theirs?" Her nephew agreed eagerly and ran to where his sisters were searching.
"I'm honestly a little offended," Link confessed, continuing to walk around the space. "I thought I did a great job of hiding the eggs." Amelia patted the bench beside her, motioning for him to sit down. "I gotta keep walking."
"I'll take him," Maggie stood up, holding her arms out. "I still haven't gotten to spend much time with the little guy." She followed Link's previous walking pattern around the table while he sat down.
"You forget for a moment that we're living in a global pandemic," Amelia murmured, taking her boyfriend's hand. "We get little moments of joy and normalcy, and you forget that you can't go in public without worrying about catching a deathly virus." She looked over at Winston, who was shaking his head in amusement. "What?"
"Still not used to everyone here. It's an odd family situation." The neurosurgeon's lips turned upwards into a smile.
"Well, we're glad to welcome you to our odd family situation."
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Hi. May I rant here? If this give you a negative energy.. feel free to ignore this.
My mom passed away, early this year. And since then, my home is.. not feel like home anymore. The warmth of my house is gone. Everyone keep busy on their own. We only talk if there's something necessary, but if not, we are trapping ourself in room and busy with our own world.
Me, my father, and my brothers.. we are not close enough since I was a kid. My mom is the catalyst. She can make the family members interact and give my house warmth by her exists. So when she is gone now.. all the things remains is only the coldness.
And then.. my father knows a woman from facebook, that I know now she was his junior from highschool. He flirts, when there is no a month since my mom gone. I just... how can he flirts with other woman? How can he forgetting my mom that easy? How can he calls another woman by many sweet nicknames when my mom just passed away? Me and my brothers still keep crying for my mom till now, but how can he easily hit to other woman?
And last April, my father said he wants to marry this woman in August. He said, that he can't live alone, that he doesn't want to spend his remaining life all by himself. I'm so angry when heared that, once again; how can he move on from my mom that easy? I'm too angry to react, so I just keep silent and never think that conversation existed. My father never brought that topic again too, so I think okay everything is finished.
But now.. last Friday my father went to his hometown for a week. He said he only wants to take a break from work. I'm suspicious because.. he's looking for a suit while packing. Why does someone needs a suit for holiday? But I'm too scared to know the truth, so once again I just keep silent.
And last night.. my father sent a message to my family's group chat. He asked for our prayers because he is going to held a wedding last night. Just. How crazy. I just respond, 'how crazy u re' and I'm not open that group chat till now... idk what my father respond to that. This really breaks my heart.
I really can't imagine if he brings her to my home. I dont accept any stranger. I can't imagine too if she sleeps on my mom's bed... just. I don't know how my fathers thinking. Why he doesn't asked for his children's opinions? Why he decides something important just by himself? Why he can move on so easily? My mother passed away in January.. and he flirted on early Feb? I just.. dont understand what's on my father mind.
And now I know the other fact too. My big bro told me that family from my father side always provoke him, like, 'hei when are u getting married again?' 'dont u feel lonely just by your ownself?' etc etc. And the woman too, she just acted like a btch. She always bombarding my father with 'if u are serious, just come to my home'.. she asked my father to held this rush wedding. I really. really hate them.
I want to runaway from this house.. what does it mean to living in a place that feel like a hell. But now I'm in my final year at university and I don't have enough money to moved out. I don't have enough time too to find a job. I.. just want to graduated and get a job quickly so I don't have to depend on my father anymore..
How great my father gives me this pain when the only thing I wanna do is doing my final year in peace.
And I still playing the 'what if scenario'. What if my mom still here, I don't have to feel this pain. My home still be the safest place for me.
Uh sorry for this long essay... sorry for my rambles. And.. thank you for give a safe place for this bc I remember you wrote somewhere, that it's okay if someone wants to confide here. Tysm Kait.
I'm sorry for your loss, Anon. It's hard to go through a loss in your family, especially when it's a parent. I hope that you know that your mother is watching over you and wants you to live your best life as you can. Her presence is all around you, and you'll come to feel that when you think of her going forward. There will always be little signs and reminders of her love in your life, so never feel for a second that her love is gone. It exists within you and all around you. Your mother wants you to be happy, most of all. I hope that one day soon, you're able to feel happy like this.
I need to comment that your father is rushing into this. It's unfortunate for him and your family. He didn't talk to you or your siblings to see how you felt. If he simply ran off to get married without talking to any of you, that's heartless. You love your mother, and you all lost her. If he wants to date and remarry, he needs to slowly work on it and introduce you to his partner. This takes time, and it's not healthy to rush into another marriage after a loss. It just isn't right.
It sounds like your family shamed your father into a corner where he feels like he has no choice but to do this, and it seems like this other woman has ill intentions. You get married for love, not for anything else so, please, be on your toes and mindful going forward because this doesn't seem like a healthy situation.
Any sensible person would want to wait to get married until they knew the children and others in the family. You don't rush without knowing what you're getting into unless you could care less. That's just how I see it, though, maybe I'm reading into it too much. I don't want you to feel afraid!
Grief is hard. Your father is coping differently and his family isn't helping, either. I'm sorry you're dealing with that. Take care of yourself. Talk about moving in with someone else if it gets hard, and if they'll let you. If not, keep your head low, start working as hard as you can and head to university when you're able to do so. You will be able to make a happy life for yourself in due time and don't feel bad if you need to leave.
Your needs come first in your life. You can do this. There's not a lot you can do to stop it or contend with it. It sounds like your father has made up his mind. So, you need to take care of yourself. Have faith in your future and happiness. I really hope you can get some grief counseling in the meantime, does your school offer it? It's worth asking.
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Annie in a nice holiday flannel with the sleeves rolled up? I’d faint.
I loved the new Christmas headcanons! Especially Yelena’s, I’ve always wanted to just skip the whole Christmas dinner thing and go get some really good Chinese food. I like the Jewish headcanon too, it gives her some spice.
Oh and I loved that Hange would be over prepared and have their gifts early, I feel like the other characters would be surprised at that. Hange, known chaos-causer, has a calm stressless Christmas. And the Santa outfit on them sounds so cute.
girl retweet and same! my absolute favorite outfits on her are flannels and overalls. the lesbian energy is real!
thank you! heh i debated literally just putting "she's jewish" and nothing else. it's a funny contrast for everyone else to have so much going on and Yelena does nothing using no effort, very in character imo. somethings gotta set her apart anyway
ashjdndnf i didnt think of it like that! theyre an absolute mess until it comes to Christmas presents. i think they'd insist on wearing the suit even though nobody else cares 💀
> Annie not giving a shit is totally in character, why would she spend money and time on good wrapping paper when you’re just going to rip it off? And I can just imagine her trying to hide the excitement at putting all the lights up on the house. I hate to repeat things but: it sounds so cute! < > In conclusion: I loved it. So much. < > I’d like to wish you and your family a Happy Christmas and New Year, < > Pink Anon <
you're right, i couldn't have said it any better myself. the gift is what's important anyway so why should she make the wrapping look pretty? she'd be fine with just handing you an unwrapped gift too. she'd never, EVER admit to liking anything that would make her look soft, but i think she secretly really likes to decorate (for any holiday).
thank you for your feedback though, you are too kind and i feel so seen! i love and appreciate you so much ehebsdheheh i hope you had a great holiday as well! i'm manifesting that 2022 is going to be a less shitty year for us all!
also btw, i'm sorry it took me a couple of days to get back to you. i've been sick for the past couple of days and i got distracted playing video games :// no excuses i'm just going through it
#pink anon#tsuki answers#i never do anything on new years except watch a movie at home and comfort my very scared pup so i'm gonna try to write#i'm still dedicated to posting trnt ch 6 before the end of the year.... i fking got this (tentative)
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Fairytale
Warren Worthington III x Female Reader
Request 1: Omg I just read the I have a boyfriend and the opposites attract and I'm aksjksjeje. Idk if ur taking requests, but in case u are I need more on that mother nature reader and Warren pleaaaaseee!!! Maybe something with angst, like some conflict in their relationship, but with a happy would be greatttttt I absolutely love ur writing
Request 2: Hi love!:D idk if you’re taking requests or if you’re in the works of smth, but like, I’ve had this idea in my head about your fic of Mother Nature with what she said about the weather affecting her. Like it’s winter season or smth and the sun has not been out for days (and maybe Ororo is not around to help??) so she’s feeling weak and Warren is doing all he can so she can get better🥺 I reaally love your writing💕 💕
Warnings: swearing and angst
Word Count: 12.5k
“How long will you be gone?”
“A few weeks. We should be back before December 21st.”
(Y/N) huffed, that was almost two weeks, plus the holidays were coming up. “Stay safe, okay? All I want for Christmas is you.”
Warren rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead, “I already got you a gift.”
(Y/N) thanked him and he just held her tighter.
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Warren went on a mission with Raven, Alex, Kurt, Ororo, and Jean. They were going to Italy to stop some mafia mutant issue. “Which is stupid,” Scott retorted. “We live in New York. Surely the mafia isn’t only terrorizing mutants in Italy.”
(Y/N) shrugged, “Probably.”
Her mind wandered as Jubilee talked to Scott about their final for Dr. McCoy. I need to water the plants in the greenhouse. (Y/N) yawned, she felt a sudden wave of drowse come over herself. I’ve been so tired lately…
It wasn’t a mystery why (Y/N) had been so tired lately. It was because of the weather. The earlier it got dark, the less energy she had— and with it getting colder, her abilities were limited. Most of the plants in her room had gone dormant. (Y/N) was worried she would too, but it hadn’t gotten cold enough.
“I think we should go skating tomorrow,” Jubilee suggested.
“Just the four of us?” Peter asked.
“Do you see anyone else? They’re all in Italy.” Peter squinted his eyes at Jubilee as she was sarcastic. “The rink is open, it’s December, and I’m bored! I wanna pick up cute girls.”
“Isn’t ice skating like a go-to in Hallmark Christmas movies?” Scott asked.
“Why do you know that?” Jubilee asked.
“We watch those all the time on nights with the boys,” Peter explained. “They’re awful and all the same. There was one where a girl was in love with a ghost and another where a girl texted her dead mom to grieve… I’m so lucky I don’t celebrate Christmas.”
(Y/N) laughed, hallmark Christmas films were pretty cheesy and cliche.
“I mean yeah, you’re right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t go skating, or do something. Everyone is gone and we need to stay active.”
Peter and Scott both looked at Jubilee with confusion. “But we’re all in pretty good shape.”
“No, I mean (Y/N),” She whispered to the boys.
“What’s wrong with her? She looks fine.” Scott said, quickly checking her out as she was preoccupied with her phone.
“Around winter, she tends to get weaker cause it’s colder and the sun goes down earlier…”
“Yeah… We know…”
“No, you guys don’t get it. During the winter plants go into like, hibernation— and if it gets too cold and (Y/N) falls asleep she’ll go dormant. The only safe places are her room and an area set up in the lab.”
“We have to keep her awake all winter?” Peter asked curiously.
“No, we just have to make sure she only falls asleep in her bedroom and stays there. It’s the only ace place because it’s like a greenhouse sort of…”
“What happens if we don’t?...”
“She could die!”
“Who could die?” (Y/N) asked.
“Scarlett Johanson’s stunt-double. I mean have you seen the new Black Widow trailer?” Jubilee asked without missing a beat.
“Eh, I dunno. She’s a professional, plus stunt-doubles are kind of expected to get hurt… while it’s not preferable an innocent gets hurt,... they did sign up for it.”
“I never thought of it like that…” Scott said almost seeing off-handed while trying to noticeably glare at Jubilee.
“Well, I’ve got to go. I promised Catherine I’d help make gingerbread cookies.” Everyone wished (Y/N) some form of goodbye, or have fun, leaving them alone.
“(Y/N) is going to die?!” Peter almost screamed.
“No! No, no— (Y/N) is not going to die. She’s done this longer than I’ve known her. I think she was like, thirteen when these first started happening. I didn’t know (Y/N) until we were 15, but still.” Jubilee continued on, “She’ll either pass out randomly in the middle of December or January and hibernate until March or April, or she won’t go dormant and just have to spend most of the spring outside, like soaking up the sunshine or whatever. “
“Oh, okay. So this is normal. Great. (Y/N) might fucking die every winter and we just have to act like children on thin ice? Deal with it somehow?” Peter looked like he was freaking out.
“I said she’s been doing this for years, plus she hasn’t died yet. We’ll be fine.”
Scott’s gut was telling him something different, but he blamed that on his constant anxiety.
-
Five days after Warren left
(Y/N), Scott, Peter, and Jubilee all went ice skating. Jubilee and Peter attempted to spy on cute girls, while Scott tried to act perfect, and (Y/N) tried her best to not lean against the wall too much. It was fun, but indoor rinks are as cold as the outside ones. (Y/N) bundled up enough, but she still got chills.
Scott took everyone to some artsy coffee shop that Jean adored. He claimed they had a killer hot chocolate. Jubilee already tried it once before, being Jean’s best friend/roommate. Peter thought it was kind of watery and not that great, and (Y/N) didn’t think it was bad but…
“You overhyped it. It’s good though.” Scott pouted, and Peter laughed through Twinkie bites and hot chocolate sips. (Y/N) felt warm and fuzzy inside. Almost… sleepy…
Her mind started to drift… Warren… everything they’d do when he got back from Italy…
Their first winter holiday together… all the shitty hallmark movies we can watch with Scott and Peter… the—
“(Y/N)!”
“Huh?!” She rubbed her eyes and tried to seem awake. “What is it?”
“You were dozing off there,” Scott pointed out.
“Oh.” She scratched her head. “Sorry. Haha,” Her laugh was somewhat sarcastic. “Just don’t let me, uh… Don’t let me pass out. Wouldn’t wanna get nicknamed Sleeping Beauty.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Peter joked.
-
Nine days after Warren left
Peter taught everyone, or attempted to, teach everyone how to make a seven-layered cake. Jubilee and Scott kept sneaking batter, while (Y/N) was struggling to not use her powers.
“Okay, but like, I could get sugar from a plant or—“
“No!” Jubilee protested, batter on the corner of her mouth. “We— we have all these ingredients here. Why waste them?”
(Y/N) squinted her eyes, they were a bit purple, but she let it slide and grabbed sugar and other dry ingredients from the cabinets.
“If she uses too much strength she could pass out. It’s been snowing hard for the past two days, and it’s been cloudy all week.”
“Can’t she eat a protein bar or drink some coffee or something?” Peter whispered.
Jubilee shook her head, “No, she needs vitamin D. Like, from the sun. More than a normal person does.”
(Y/N) set the sugar on the counter and looked at the recipe from Peter’s mom, reading bits out loud, “We need 2 and 1⁄4 cups of sugar.” She looked at the measuring cups, trying to find the one she needed.
“Hey, Scott! We agreed no phones out,” Jubilee scolded him.
He rolled his eyes, “You sound like a teacher… I was just checking a package I ordered…”
“If you actually bought that $200 lightsaber you were telling me about,” (Y/N) joked, “I will scream.”
Peter scoffed, “Please, Jean got him that for Christmas.” His face fell soon as the words left his mouth. “Shit…”
“No, she didn’t. We had a budget and—“ Jubilee and Peter both looked at their feet, eyes wide and sheepish. “I am not worth $200.”
“You sound like Warren,” Jubilee complained, cracking eggs into a separate bowl.
“It’s true! I don’t want her to spend money on me.” He glanced at his phone again.
“She’s not going to text you. No one is allowed to bring phones on missions, because the government can like, track you and shit.” Peter reminded him.
“I know, I know… but what if something happened? What if someone died or they got stuck and stranded and—“
(Y/N) put a hand on Scott’s shoulder, “Calm down Romeo. They’re going to be fine. If something happens, Xavier will let us know.” Scott nodded, trying to believe (Y/N) was right.
-
Fifteen Days after Warren left
(Y/N) was getting sick and tired. Tired of her friends never leaving her alone, the panic on their faces if she so much as yawned or rubbed her eyes, she was sick of them being so nervous. More so Scott and Peter than Jubilee.
Of course, they meant well, and just wanted to make sure she didn’t fall into a coma, but she didn’t need to be doted over like a tropical plant lost in the arctic.
(Y/N) huffed as she messed with her hair in the bathroom mirror. Her leaves looked less colorful, more brown and dead, the vines around her legs were gone, and her eyes looked like she hadn’t been sleeping. She had, but it was hard, the sun went down at 5 PM, and it was cloudy and cold every day it seemed.
I just want Warren here. He’d make everything better. We could cuddle and nap together…
(Y/N)’s turned blue and red as she stopped daydreaming and ran her toothbrush underwater.
By nature, (Y/N) was not a gossip girl or a secret keeper— people saw her as a Disney princess, a few of the younger students even called her “Mother Nature”... but she had ruined her status by lying to the person she cared about most.
She didn’t tell Warren about her dormant state, about how she could sleep until possibly March. She wanted to stay awake and active all winter. She wanted to spend her time with her angel.
But he was in Italy fighting crime, and wouldn’t be back until mere days before Christmas.
She had to be awake for Christmas and New Year’s. After that, it didn’t matter.
Wait. Then she remembered Valentine’s Day.
I have to be awake for that too. And Warren’s birthday… I can’t miss those… She made herself a promise she wouldn’t go dormant this winter.
She glanced out the window as she scrubbed her teeth with the toothbrush. It was snowing again, thick heavy flakes came down almost in chunks.
-
Twenty Days after Warren left
(Y/N) accidentally drank out of Peter’s cup without realizing it for about thirty minutes. Why did it matter?
Peter had caffeine in his soda, and (Y/N) did not. She was planning to go to bed in her room, and wake up when the sun rose to conserve energy.
Now, she was staying up late with her friends, watching some crappy zombie movie on late-night TV.
“They could easily just move to an island. Use the old man’s boat. The zombies can’t swim!” (Y/N) argued during a commercial break.
“Yeah, but there’s never any logic in these things.” Peter drowsed.
“I guess so. It’s kind of dumb though…”
Peter shrugged and took a sip of his drink, “Yeah, but it’s like Sharknado. They make money, it doesn’t matter if it’s bad or not.”
(Y/N) didn’t retaliate, as the final commercial ended and the screen faded to black, signaling the movie was back on.
-
Scott couldn’t remember when he fell asleep. He rubbed his eyes and tried to see who was all around him.
Peter was passed out on the floor for some reason, Jubilee was asleep on one side of the couch… and Scott saw (Y/N), passed out with her head laying on a pillow.
“Shit! (Y/N)!” He shook her, trying to get a reaction, but nothing happened. He repeated her name trying to undo her slumber until the other two woke.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, hair tussled and eyes half-closed.
“(Y/N) fell asleep on the couch!” Scott was panicking. He had one job— one job from Jubilee, “Make sure she only falls asleep in her bedroom or else she won’t wake up until March.”
“Scott! Stop it!” Jubilee pulled him away from (Y/N)’s sleeping figure. “You could kill her!”
“What—” He turned to Jubilee, “What do we do then?”
“Peter, get Professor McCoy up here.”
“But it’s 4 AM…” Jubilee gave him a deadly glare and he sped off.
Scott was ordered to sit and be quiet while Peter got McCoy.
“She fell asleep. She drank some of my soda earlier, causing her to not be tired. We thought we could get her sleepy by watching a movie, but we all fell asleep before she did…” Peter was giving Hank a 30-second recap, with 3000 words.
“Peter, everything’s going to be fine.” Hank carefully scooped (Y/N) up in his arms, bridal style. He looked her over up close. Her skin looked pale, the leaves and flowers in her hair were gone, all that was left were dried twigs, and the vines usually wrapped around her legs were concealed by sweatpants, so he couldn’t take note on them. “I’m taking her to the medical bay. Everyone go to sleep, you can come back in the morning…” Hank glanced at the time, “You can come back later.”
-
The three mutants walked to their rooms quietly. Jubilee made a stop at a bathroom to brush her teeth, while Peter and Scott went straight to their dorm.
Peter used his speed to get changed and hop in bed. “I’ll leave the light on while you get changed.” Scott didn’t answer, he didn’t move. “Scott?”
“What if she dies?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“Jubilee said she’s been doing this for years, (Y/N)‘s not gonna die.” Scott still didn’t move, causing Peter to sit up and face his roommate better. “Everything will be okay. McCoy knows what to do, and this is no different than when bears go hibernate for the winter or when geese fly south. She’ll be fine.”
“We don’t know that. If something interrupts her she could die—“
“She won’t.” Peter knew he knew, what Scott was thinking. Scott did what anyone would have done. Tried to jostle her awake, he didn’t know what else to do.
“Do you know what it’s like?...”
Peter hadn’t the slightest idea what Scott was referencing, he kept his mouth shut, trying to figure it out.
“To have almost killed someone? Your parents arguing with theirs, lawsuits being threatened, your life could end before theirs and the doctors think they’re on borrowed time… How you know you deserve to be punished, and instead you’re just sent away, to be with more family and start new. You try to be better than you ever were, and people— they believe it. You deserve everything you’ve worked for… and then you go and fuck up! It’s one thing to have your mutation surface and have chunks of ceiling and a bathroom door put a school bully in a coma— but to hurt someone like (Y/N)?...” Scott’s voice trembled. His cheeks were covered in his tears. “If anything happens it’s going to be my fault. Warren’s going to blame me because everyone talks me up about how responsible I am and all these leadership qualities I have, that I actually don’t. Warren is going to kill me if she doesn’t wake up—“ He choked out a sob.
Peter was quick to wrap the boy in his arms. “Hey, hey… shh… shh… You didn’t hurt her. She’s going to be fine. Hank picked her up and carried her to his lab and she did fine. You shaking her didn’t do anything.” Scott continued weeping.
“How about you take a shower, and then we can go see her, okay?” Peter talked slower than ever before and with softness, enough to be gentle, but not so much you’d think Scott was a child.
He nodded, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand.
“Okay, come on buddy…”
-
Hank had carefully dressed her in a hospital gown and hooked her up to various equipment. Everything seemed normal for her coma-like state. He didn’t wake her up carrying her downstairs.
Hank sat down in a chair next to her. He removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had no idea what to do.
This had happened before, but Hank just kept her in his lab and he wouldn’t do anything until she woke up. Sometimes students would visit to see how she was doing… Most of the time they’d just whisper and watch her for a few minutes before leaving, some made jokes about how she needed Prince Charming to kiss and wake her up.
Hank hesitated allowing Charles tell the team what happened. They wouldn’t be back for another week, and he didn’t want to cause a distraction for them.
“Hey Doc,” Peter waved. Scott was standing next to him.
Hank quickly put his glasses back on and stood up. “What are you doing awake? You should be asleep.”
“Couldn’t sleep. Figured we could come by, see how (Y/N)’s doing.”
“Yeah— she’s doing fine. Vitals are steady and her heartbeat is regular. All we have to do is wait.” Hank faked some optimism. He knew why they were there, and she was fine— except, Hank had no idea when she’d awake.
“Did you tell Xavier what happened?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, he knows. He said there’s nothing we can do until she wakes up. We have the option to wake her and keep her in the green room, but that’s easier said than done…” Scott looked pale. Hank cursed to himself for freaking the kid out. “Trust me, this is the best option for her.” Scott nodded.
“Yeah… “ Peter tried to distract him. “Why don’t we eat some leftover cake?”
“I’m not hungry Pete,” Scott answered.
“Well I am, and you’re not going to mope around down here. It’ll like, give (Y/N) a bad vibe. Come on.” Scott sighed and followed Peter out of the med bay.
-
Twenty four days after Warren left
Warren was exhausted, Everyone was. The mission went smoothly, or smoothly as it could, considering the number of minor injuries everyone bore.
“We’ve got a few more hours until we’re home,” Alex announced, checking in on the younger X-Men.
Ororo, Jean, and Kurt were playing go fish. Warren was watching, contributing nothing to the game but sarcastic comments and jokingly-judgemental looks.
“Great, thanks,” They replied.
Alex nodded and walked back to his seat in the cockpit. He pulled something small and rectangular out of his pocket. Warren carefully watched from the corner of his eye.
Is that a cell phone?
Cell phones weren’t allowed on missions. They were distractions, not to mention out of rage cellular fees were expensive— plus with modern technology comes tracking. Having something as minor as a cellphone on a mission could jeopardize the whole operation simply because someone wanted to use google maps and see where the nearest Starbucks was.
“Alex?”
“Yeah?” He stuck the object in his pocket.
“What is that?” Warren kept his down, as to not alert the others.
“What?”
“The thing in your pocket. What is it?”
“Warren—“
Warren was pissed. “It’s a cellphone isn’t it?”
“It’s a burner phone. In case of an emergency—“
“Why’d you take it out?”
“Hank texted me.”
“Oh, great.” Warren spat, “You bring a phone on missions in case you miss your little boyfriend.”
“Warren—“
“No!” He spoke out. At this point, everyone was watching. “You don’t get to break the rules and endanger the mission!”
“Warren, calm down.”
“You can’t tell me—“
“Someone at the mansion got hurt, bird brain. That’s why Alex’s using the burner to text Hank.” Raven rolled her eyes. Dramatic much?
“What?”
No one knew this, not even Jean. They all tuned into the conversation.
“Who did?”
“What happened?”
“Everything’s fine.”Alex lied.
“No, it’s not. You wouldn’t be texting Hank if it was.”
Jean discreetly put two fingers to her temple, trying to figure out who got hurt. Raven saw her and glared, mentally telling her to stop.
“Sorry.”
“Everyone settle down. We have a few hours left until we’re back in Westchester. Just chill out until then.”
Warren rolled his eyes and sat by himself, thinking Raven’s little distraction speech was stupid.
He couldn’t help it— acting all childish— he missed (Y/N) and he really hated having to share a bed with Kurt on missions. Kurt’s tail got all tangled and Warren’s wings were cramped.
It was different from when he’d cuddle with (Y/N). He’d wrap his wings around her, and she’d grow flowers in her sleep around them. It was soothing… He’d wake up refreshed, and looking at his wonderful girlfriend. Kurt was… a major downgrade… he was a decent roommate, but he couldn’t stand him as a bedmate.
Warren yawned, making a note to sleep for ten years and hold (Y/N) while he did it, once he got back home.
-
The basketball court came into view, and the ground caved in, letting Raven land the Jet in its hangar. Alex announced they were back and free to get off the ship. The rest of the team hastily grabbed their bags and ran out of the X-Jet.
Outside waiting for them was Jubilee, Peter, and Scott. Hank wasn’t there.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Warren teased Alex.
He didn’t respond.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” Jean mocked Warren.
Warren did a double-take as Peter and Jubilee spoke to Raven and Ororo. (Y/N) wasn’t there.
“Hey, guys.” The three that stayed behind looked up with guilty expressions on their face as soon as they looked at Warren.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked.
No answer.
Warren asked again, but more concerned, “Guys, where’s (Y/N)?”
“She’s not dead—“ Jubilee hit Peter and scolded him.
“What does that mean?”
The group exchanged nervous eye contact. They weren’t sure how to explain it, but if they didn’t Warren was probably going to attempt murder.
“She’s in what Hank calls a ‘dormant state’. Basically hibernation—“ Warren’s face visibly paled. “Except waking her up is way more complicated…”
“So she’s in a coma?...” He asked.
“Yeah, basically…” Jubilee admitted.
“How did this happen?”
“(Y/N)’s mutation, I thought she told you…”
“Told me what?” Jubilee didn’t answer him. “What, Jubilee?”
Alex put his hand on Warren’s shoulder. “Maybe Hank should explain it…”
-
“So she won’t wake up until March?”
“April at the latest,” Hank answered.
“And you let this happen?” He turned to Jubilee, Scott, and Peter. They were terrified of what Warren might do.
“No, no, they didn’t,” Hank defended them. “Her body just does this. It’s no different than that time of month…”
“A period isn’t four months long,” Warren mumbled.
“Let’s give him a moment alone with her.” Hank ushered everyone out, shutting the door behind him.
Warren sank in the chair next to (Y/N)’s body. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
“Fuck,” He mumbled. “Fuck, fuck,” Tears welled in his eyes. “Fuck!” He screamed. He put his fist up to his mouth to muffle his sobs.
“How could… Why didn’t she tell me?” Warren looked at (Y/N)’s figure. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
Warren felt his heart breaking. She looked so… so dead.
But she wasn’t. She wasn’t dead but she wouldn’t wake until March.
It was December.
“Hank said… he said, we could wake you up, but there’s a chance you’ll die. And I’d rather have you like this than dead…” He turned away and mouthed cursed under his breath.
Warren didn’t know what to do. Sure, he wasn’t necessarily one of those clingy boyfriends, whose only life purpose is to serve his girlfriend… but he really liked her.
He wanted to spend more time with her than he ever could. She understood when he had nightmares or needed space. They never fought— their biggest disagreement was on a stupid homework problem.
She made earrings out of some of his metal feathers, he learned how to take care of all kinds of plants. She showed him how to be compassionate and kind, he showed her how to be assertive and throw a decent punch.
Peter teased him all the time, saying he was “in loooove,” dragged out o and everything. He’d always tell him to shut up or piss off.
Because maybe he was in love with her.
“But I’m her first boyfriend.”
“That doesn’t mean you can’t be her first love.”
“That means I’ll hurt her…” Warren’s voice cracked. “I don’t wanna hurt her…”
He didn’t know she’d hurt him.
-
Warren wasn’t allowed to sit at (Y/N)’s side all day, or even all week. He had work to make up for when he was in Italy— homework, mid-terms, laundry, post-mission exam— not to mention Christmas was in five days.
He tried to keep himself busy in the first two days, and he overachieved everything he had to do. Which inevitably, left him with nothing to do.
“God, you look miserable,” Peter commented when Warren made his way into the kitchen, bags under his eyes, messy bed-head hair, sweatpants hung low, and a wrinkly t-shirt.
“I stayed up, deep cleaning my closet. I’ve got some stuff I’m gonna donate.”
“That’s nice.” Jean curtly commented.
Nobody knew what to say. They weren’t sure what would trigger Warren.
“We were all gonna see Knives Out,” Scott said. “A day off for everyone, chance to get last-minute gifts…”
“Not interested.” Warren poured himself a bowl of cornflakes.
“Come on,” Jubilee almost begged. “You haven’t left the mansion at all in the past few days.”
“I have stuff to do.” He poured milk into his bowl.
“Warren, you deep cleaned your closet at midnight. You have nothing to do and this will keep you occupied for a while.” Jubilee pointed out.
He was tired, “I don’t want to leave the mansion. What if something happens—“
“(Y/N)’s going to be fine.”
Warren held his spoon tightly in his fist. “That’s what I thought before I went to Italy— Look at her now! She’s in a coma.”
“She’ll wake up in the spring,” Kurt offered up to calm Warren down.
“This could have been prevented. I should have been here—“ Warren felt himself breakdown. He started crying, and no one knew what to do. Ororo got up from her seat and hugged him. He sobbed into her shoulder.
Ororo gave him words of comfort, “It’s okay, this is normal for her. Distance will do you good. Everything’s going to be okay… You should get out, get fresh air.”
Warren nodded and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, “Uh-huh.”
“Come see the movie with us,” She suggested.
“Okay, yeah… I’ll— I’ll go get ready.” He put his bowl in the sink and went out of the kitchen.
“Holy shit.” Peter’s eyes were wide with shock. “He’s a mess!”
Jubilee swatted him with her hand, “Hush! He’s clearly upset… His girlfriend’s in hibernation until March.”
“Yeah, but like, he just started crying,” Peter stated. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Warren cry before… He just looked so broken, like, holy shit. I don’t think I was that upset when I got cheated on by my girlfriend, junior year on prom night…” The worst part is, we could have prevented this.”
“I think I’m gonna puke,” Scott mumbled.
“Hey!” Ororo chasted the two boys. “I don’t care what happened while we were gone, but you’re both acting pathetic. This is no one’s fault! Get your heads out of your asses and be there for Warren.”
“We should wake her up…” Everyone looked at Scott like he was crazy.
“And risk killing her?” Ororo asked.
“Yeah, no,” Peter answered. “Romeo may follow suit.”
-
Warren didn’t want to go outside, but he needed to keep busy, or else he’d start crying again.
He was a mess— he knew Kurt was tired of him staying up all night, doing anything and everything to keep busy… but when he closed his eyes he was face to face with nightmares— (Y/N)’s practically lifeless body lying in the hospital bed, her never waking up, or if she did she’d have amnesia and not remember anyone.
Warren couldn’t sleep, but staying up all night would eventually take its toll on him, or he’d run out of things to do.
Warren got changed and quickly ran downstairs to the medical bay. He wanted to check on (Y/N) before he left.
“How is she?”
“Same as she has been for the past few days,” Hank answered. “Everything’s normal, and she’s doing fine— great actually.”
Warren nodded, “Um, I just wanted to see how she was doing. I’m going out with the other X-Men… we’re seeing Knives Out… Ororo said it’d be a good idea for me to get out of the mansion.”
Hank blinked and then frowned in thought. “Yeah, she’s right. However, you seem to be doing really well, considering the situation. You haven’t spent all your time down here, but you do visit. You haven’t acted out with a huge wave of impulse emotions, but getting out for a little bit would be great for you.”
Warren bit his tongue, holding back from telling Hank the truth about how he was doing. “Yeah… I’ll um, see you later.”
-
Warren zoned out in the middle of the movie for a few minutes and had to ask Kurt what happened.
“Police chased them down.”
“Ah, okay.” Warren nodded. He glanced at his other friends. Scott had an arm around Jean, and they were cuddling, practically on top of each other, in the big recliners. Jubilee bought sour patch kids and was sharing the bag with Ororo. Peter and Kurt were really engrossed in the movie, and Warren was just kind of there…
He was lonely— The movie was good, and he was enjoying it— but Warren as a whole was lonely.
He put up the hard “I don’t need anybody,” exterior to protect himself from hurt. His poor relationship with his parents caused him to be cautious and made it hard for him to develop a steady healthy relationship with any authority figures in his life. His cage fighting days taught him, he was alone, and nobody was ever going to love him, and he’d have to fight to get anywhere in life.
Obviously, that proved to be false— he found confinement in Alex, (and sometimes Hank), as the older brother he never had. The community in the mansion proved he didn’t have to be so alone, and (Y/N) made him realize love is not some made-up fantasy, concocted in Disney’s headquarters.
(Y/N) felt like his best friend on most occasions, and while he had all his other friends, her being gone made him feel so empty inside.
-
On Christmas Eve he moped around in Scott and Peter’s room, one earbud in listening to sad music.
Scott wasn’t even there— he was doing God knows what with Jean, and Peter was playing Pac-Man.
“You can hang out with me tomorrow if you want. I don’t celebrate Christmas.”
“I’m good.” Warren knew Peter would probably run home and mess around with his sisters and mom, or awkwardly hang around the mansion, trying to find Erik and tell him about their relationship.
“Dude,” He awkwardly chuckled. “Okay, look— um, I know, nothing I say can fix the situation, but if you want to talk I’m here.”
Warren paused his music. “What was the last thing she said?”
Peter was awestruck, “She’s not dead!”
“I know—“
“She’s in a coma that she’s going to wake up from! She didn’t die.”
“I know that! I just want to know what she said before she went into the coma…”
Peter felt guilty for jumping to conclusions. Warren seemed so defeated, like a kicked puppy. “We were watching a crappy zombie movie on tv… and it was like, really bad, and we were mostly complaining about how bad it was. The last thing I remember was she said something about how the prosthetics sucked and she could have done it better with some mint leaves and slime.”
The corner of Warren’s lip rose up slightly. Typical (Y/N), but she was probably right.
“Wanna play Pac-Man with me?”
Warren sat up, “Sure.”
-
“He just started crying, like— I’ve never seen anyone so upset, and I thought you were dead at one point!” Scott was frazzled in Hank’s lab with Alex, Jubilee, Jean, Ororo, and Kurt.
“He seemed fine when he came down to visit her the other day.” Scott gave Hank a disbelieving look. “Well if he’s crying over little things, obviously he’s extremely stressed out and I’m not going to push him.”
Scott glanced in the direction of (Y/N)’s area in the lab, “Maybe we should wake her up.”
“Are you crazy?!” Jubilee asked. “She could die from that—“
“She probably won’t though… (Y/N) being unconscious has made Warren, everyone on edge.”
“You want an easy way out of this,” Jubilee raised her voice as she kept speaking, “If you really cared about how Warren was, you’d be trying to comfort him best you can despite your half-assed friendship!”
“It’s our fault she’s like this, Jubes! We were supposed to make sure she didn’t fall asleep anywhere besides her room, and we couldn’t do it.”
“Scott, she was getting weaker every day, this would have happened no matter what—“
His voice got louder, yet he was practically shaking, “No, we had the most simple task in the world! And we couldn’t do it! We’re the X-Men and we couldn’t even keep a girl from falling asleep!”
Jean hugged Scott, running her fingers through his hair. “It’s not your fault. She does this every year— and it’s not like you ignored her.”
“What if it was you instead? I’d be just like Warren…”
“Don’t say that—” She kissed the top of his head. “You’d be fine.”
“I think we should discuss this with Warren and the Professor before we do anything, drastic.” Hank’s final words were clearly aimed at Scott.
-
“We can wake her up…”
Everyone was still in the lab, but this time Warren and Professor Xavier were present. Warren didn’t move, he was focused on what Hank was telling him and what it actually meant.
“But… she could die if not done correctly. Waking up an animal early out of hibernation could kill it, but getting a plant out of its dormant season would just weaken it, if done too quickly though, it could kill the plant.”
“Hank,” Charles rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I thought we agreed, when (Y/N) goes dormant, we do not disturb her. We agreed with her parents several years ago.”
“Yeah, but that was when she was a kid. She’s older now, and everyone’s distraught. Her boyfriend—“
“Oh, please,” Charles scoffed. “If I got on my knees and tried to align the stars every time Erik got hurt, there wouldn’t even be a school.”
“Cut the crap. You and Erik fight and make up like some divorced couple in a soap opera. When Erik gets hurt, you’re always the first to know.”
Xavier didn’t say anything out loud, he just glared.
“Um, personally, uh, sorry,” Warren awkwardly cut in. “I think if (Y/N) might die if we wake her up, then it’s not worth it. And if her parents agreed, letting her sleep is the best thing, then it probably is.”
Warren didn’t even want to think about her folks. Could you imagine? Their daughter dies because some dumb goth boy couldn’t handle her taking a three-month-long nap without him. Yeah, that’d impress them.
Charles clapped his hands together, “Well, there! It’s settled then. (Y/N) is fine as she is. I know this is upsetting for her to not be present around the holidays, but we can all assume she would want us to have fun and be kind to others, showing compassion and always helping those in need.”
-
Warren couldn’t sleep. He was restless in bed— too hot, then too cold, he’d have the beginnings of a nightmare or no dream at all— he was sure Kurt would have kicked him out by now if he hadn’t made the decision to sleep in Peter and Scott’s room for the night.
His tossing and turning made him have to pee. He got up and went over to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror as he dried his hands he sighed. Warren looked so tired, but he didn’t know what to do.
For the first time since Germany, he truly felt alone.
-
He grabbed the two gifts stored under his bed and he quietly walked down the halls.
None of the doors were locked, it was almost too easy for him to get into Hank’s lab.
He flicked on the light switch, even though he didn’t need to. Her sleeping figure made his heart almost burst out of his chest. Warren felt so awkward standing there.
He set the gifts down on a chair and walked over to (Y/N).
“Hi…” No response. “Um, I don’t know if you can hear me… but like, Jubilee and Kurt watch all those soaps and they always have characters talking to people in comas so I figured, maybe, just maybe, you could hear something… anyway, um… I miss you. I really miss you and I wish you’d said something about all this…” He sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve been trying to keep myself busy, with homework and chores and training. It’s been driving Kurt crazy that I’m up all the time, but I can’t sleep most nights…”
He paused for a moment, for the thought of, Am I crazy? Flashed through his brain.
“I got you that fancy water filtered you wanted for Christmas… along with some mollisol soil in a jar…” He huffed in amusement while glancing at the gifts. “Peter made fun of me. He said, “No girl wants a jar of dirt for Christmas.” But I know you’d be happy with it— trying to divide it equally among every plant in your room, your eyes lighting up when you see improvements in them…” Warren looked at (Y/N) and smiled sadly.
“We haven’t even been dating for a whole year, but it feels like it’s been forever…” His eyes watered and his voice faltered, “And that’s love… Isn’t it?... Everyone tells me something different, but— I think I love you. No— I know I love you. I love you and, and, I don’t know… I don’t know what I’ll do while you’re here. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and see everyone all happy like nothing’s wrong— or Scott kissing Jean when he thinks no one’s looking if I can’t put my arm around you and pull you closer and give him a look that states we’re a cuter couple…” Warren almost laughed at himself. His dumb competition with Scott.
“I know you’d want me to pretend like nothing’s wrong because it isn’t— but it is… I don’t know what to do…”
-
Kurt knocked on the door of his room the next morning. “Warren! Merry Christmas!” No response.
“I need to brush my teeth.” Still no answer.
Kurt opened the door himself, “Warren?” The room was empty. “Where are you?”
“Hey, Kurt,” Scott peaked in, still in pajamas. “Everything alright?”
“Warren’s gone.”
“He’s probably downstairs already. Peter and Jubilee are, I bet he’s with them.”
“Oh. You’re probably right.” Scott bid him goodbye and went to Jean’s room. Kurt still couldn’t get the feeling that Scott was wrong out of his system.
-
Hank and Alex were headed down to the lab, giggling and acting like kids sneaking around.
“Alex,” Hank breathed in between laughs, “I just wanna check on (Y/N).”
“I know,” He managed between the kisses he left all over Hank’s neck.
“Give me five minutes. Then we can join the others.”
Alex frowned as Hank opened the door. “I want to be alone with you.”
“Wasn’t this morning enough?” Hank joked.
Alex rolled his eyes and hugged Hank from behind.
Hank smiles and walked into the med Bay Area, where (Y/N) was put.
He was shocked, to say the least. Alex too.
“Did he wake her?” Alex whispered.
“I don’t think so. Her heart rate hasn’t changed.”
Alex gently shook Warren’s shoulder, “Hey, kid, time to get up.”
He groaned and slowly opened his eyes, squinting to adjust to the light. “Mmmmhmmmggg…”
“Merry Christmas.” Hank teased as he looked over (Y/N)’s vitals.
“Shit.” Warren rubbed his eyes, “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yeah.”
“When did you come down here? I went upstairs at around eleven.” Hank commented.
“You got into our room at 11:37 PM.” Alex corrected him.
“Uhh, I don’t remember…” Warren was too tired to think. He wanted to get something to eat and go back to bed. He didn’t want to see everyone messing around the tree Charles got the younger students to set up. He wanted to go back to sleep right in bed with (Y/N), but he knew Hank wouldn’t let him.
“Everyone’s upstairs,” Hank said.
“I know,” Warren said back.
Alex was preoccupied with his phone. Scott kept texting him where he was— for being the younger brother, he acted like an older one.
“Look, uh, I don’t want to overstep anything—” Hank said somewhat quietly to Warren. “I know we’re not that close, but—“
Warren shot him down, “I don’t need to talk to anyone. But thanks for the offer, Hank.”
Hank pushes his glasses up his nose, “No, it’s not that… When Alex was presumed dead, and we found his body and he was in a coma… I was an emotional wreck. I spent all my time down here, worried he’d wake up any second, or never wake up, or wake up and not remember who I am… We weren’t even dating at the time. I was just so heartbroken because I wasted literal decades avoiding him and my feelings and— sorry. Sorry. I got off track… the point is, I get it. I’m not going to judge you for coming down at night to sleep with her.”
“Just, just don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
Hank nodded understandingly.
“Whatcha guys talking about?” Alex got up and wrapped an arm around Hank.
“How much I love you,” Hank stated matter of factly.
Alex chuckled and kissed Hank’s cheek. “Don’t bother him with that. I’m sure Warren doesn’t want to hear you talk about our relationship.”
“I don’t care,” Warren told him.
“Still— go upstairs. Scott and Kurt think you got kidnapped or something.”
“Alright, alright,” Warren had to laugh, “I will.”
“We’ll meet you up there.”
Neither of the older men spoke until the door shut.
“He loves her.”
“Hmm?” Alex looked at Hank curiously.
“Warren, he loves (Y/N).” Alex hummed in agreement.
“They’re good for each other.”
-
Warren walked into the common room while chaos was in full motion.
Kurt was teleporting from place to place in the room, Ororo was focusing on making it snow outside, surprisingly, Peter was asleep on the couch, and Jean and Scott were cuddled under a blanket by the fireplace, obviously feeling each other up.
“Warren!” Kurt jumped down and landed at his feet. “Where have you been?”
He shrugged, “Workout.”
“Okay…” Kurt wasn’t convinced, but
“Hey, Warren! I made these brownies, they’re really good—“ She handed him one. “Here!”
“Uh, thanks.” He took a bite out of it. Gooey. Rich chocolate flavor. Yet, it also crumbled. Not half bad.
Warren smiled and nodded, telling Jubilee it was delicious. She was thrilled.
After a round of greetings to everyone, Warren sat on the couch next to Peter. “There’s a present for you…” He murmured, half asleep.
Warren furrowed his brows and looked at the tree. There was one gift left. The wrapping paper was black, with two silver bows on it. Warren smiled sadly at it, as he held it in his arms.
“Aww… It’s you!” Peter teased. Warren laughed a little, before opening it.
It was a box. Obviously, not empty. Warren removed the lid and looked through it. Inside was a disposable camera, an empty photo book, and a letter. He grabbed the letter first and read it.
Warren,
If you’re reading this, I’m either dormant or will be soon. I didn’t tell you anything about it because I’m scared. I’m scared you’d want to break up because I’m not conscious for part of the year. To most people, I’m sure it’d be a major turn off. But as Jubilee sometimes puts it, you’re ‘a little too attached’ to me to break up with me over a long nap. :) Or at least I hope so.
Anyway, I don’t want you moping over me the whole time, because you’ll just be sad and closed off and lose a lot of progress in your mental health. And I worry about you. I’ll be worrying about you quite a bit while I’m hibernating.
Uh, I can also hear everything you say to me. In case you wanna chat. I can’t say anything back, but it’s nice to listen.
I got you the camera and photobook to give you something to do. When I wake up you can catch me up on everything I missed. Take some pictures, save some memes for me, make a playlist of songs you think I’d like, movies I need to watch— Jubilee did it my first year here, and I liked it. I didn’t feel like I was wasting my time sleeping… I sometimes feel that way— I could do schoolwork, or spend time with my plants that still trudge through winter, or hang out with my friends… don’t feel sad, this is a normal bodily function… for me… You’re gonna think it sucks, which is kind of does, but I’ll try to make up for lost time… I love you…
(Y/N)
Warren couldn’t read the last few words, they’d been scratched out. He rubbed his eye, trying not to cry.
“What’d you get?” Peter asked.
“Uh, camera… So (Y/N)’s got photos for when she wakes up…”
“Aww…” Peter cooed. “That’s so cute— Hey guys! Let’s get a group photo!”
“Peter, I don’t— I don’t think that’s necessary—”
“Too bad!” Peter snatched the camera from Warren’s hands and started motioning and yelling at people to get in the frame. “I used to use these all the time as a kid— these little disposable cameras. I loved them!” Peter pressed the button, and a light flashed for a moment. He turned the dial on it and then handed it back to Warren. “You know how to use these, right?”
“Uh…”
“Great! You’ve totally got this.”
Peter was gone in a flash, leaving Warren alone.
He huffed, what was he really going to do with a camera? He didn’t want to bring his girlfriend up to speed with pop culture and all the drama she missed. He wanted to live through it all with her.
But he couldn’t…
-
Warren went back downstairs to the lab. Nobody stopped him from leaving or even asked where he was going. It was like he had no value in the group without (Y/N), just someone they tolerated, if that even.
He wanted to scream, knowing she could hear, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t find his voice… no words came out… just tears…
He fell down to the floor and cried. That’s all he could do.
You’re so weak! Pathetic! You can’t spend a moment away from her and you cry like a fucking baby! You don’t deserve her…
His sobs were the only things you could hear in the room.
-
New Year’s came and gone. The X-Men threw a party. Warren took a photo since he knew (Y/N) would have wanted to be there.
He didn’t want to be there. Soon as he took his photo he wanted to leave. He never liked parties, not as a kid, not in Berlin, and not when he came to the mansion— until he started dating (Y/N).
She got invited to several parties. Some were just dorm get-togethers with different groups of kids, others were house parties from the kids at the public school down the road, some were like this… real parties. She always wanted Warren with her when she went, and he never said no. He didn’t always enjoy them, but he didn’t mind. If (Y/N) had a good time, so did he.
But here Warren was, moping in the corner of Xavier’s ballroom.
-
He didn’t leave his room on Valentine’s day, despite still having classes. He trained for three hours a day, not including the group workouts and training required for all members of the X-Men.
He volunteered to go on more missions. He didn’t want to be stuck in the mansion for more than two days at a time. No one objected, he was a valuable member of the team, and the more experience the better he would get.
He was to go to London for three weeks with Ororo, Hank, Jean, and Scott.
Jean and Scott were excited because this just meant they’d somehow end up in a hotel room alone together at night, while everyone else was sleeping.
Warren was not too thrilled, as he was jealous. No need to sugarcoat it. Warren was jealous that Scott got Jean all 365 days of the year, that he never had to be away from her for more than a week, that they could flaunt their relationship and how happy they were together.
It made his stomach churn, but there was nothing he could do.
-
“I’m going to London for a few days… If I meet Harry Styles I’ll tell him you’re a fan…” (Y/N) laid in bed, lifeless. Warren tucked his hair behind his ears, making a note to get a haircut soon. “I’m going with Scott, Jean, and Ororo…”
He hated this. He hated talking to her, knowing she could hear him but not say anything back. It was different the few days before Christmas, but now it was all just a mess.
“Bye.” He threw his duffle bag over his shoulder and walked out.
One week.
One week with no cell phones, no homework, nothing. Sure, Warren would probably have to punch a few bad guys, but other than that he just wanted to sleep. He didn’t really care for much anymore. He tried his best to stay engaged and involved, keep himself busy, but it was extremely challenging.
A five-hour flight, with nothing to do.
“You guys excited?” Hank asked.
“Yeah!”
“Definitely.”
“I’m hoping I can use some new moves Mystquie’s been teaching me.”
“Mhmm…” Warren mumbled.
Hank glanced at him. He looked depressing.
“We’re in London for a week, I bet we’ll have some time to do sightseeing or go out.”
“Ooo!” Jean nudged Scott. “That’ll be fun, right babe?”
He nodded, “Oh yeah.”
Warren brought Peter’s walkman with him, and put in his earbuds and closed his eyes, assumingly taking a nap.
-
Once they arrived and checked into their rooms, Warren was still tired. He wanted to take another nap.
“So, I think we should go out tonight—” Hank handed everyone their room keys, “—You guys have been working really hard, and not much praise is given by Alex or Raven, or Erik when he occasionally shows up… but we’re proud of you.”
“Aww…” “Thanks, Hank…”
Warren just offered a smile.
“We can unpack and get changed if you guys want, we can go out and get some dinner?”
Everyone thought Hank’s plan was good, and they separated into their rooms.
“You doing okay?” Scott asked while unpacking his bag.
“Yeah… Why?”
“You didn’t say anything the whole ride here.”
“I took a nap,” Warren unzipped his bag.
“Oh.”
“I’m not going to unexpectedly burst into tears.” Warren snapped.
“I didn’t say you were—”
“Everyone thinks I am, I’m not stupid. I know you think I’m emotionally unstable and Hank’s been acting all nice on this mission because of it.”
“Are you?”
“What?”
Scott sat down on his bed, “Are you emotionally unstable?”
Warren glared at him, “I’ve been working my ass off for this mission. I’ve trained longer and harder than anybody else. Do I look unstable to you?”
“No! I just thought—”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m gonna shower and get dressed for dinner.” He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
-
Hank had asked the woman at the front desk a good place to eat. She recommended some local place down the road. He rounded up the kids, despite there only being four of them.
“A night out will do us good.”
“You’ve been saying that,” Warren mumbled.
“You didn’t have to come you know,” Ororo stated.
“I have nothing better to do with my time.”
Ororo kept her mouth shut, knowing she could have said something back, but knowing Warren, it was better not to.
-
The restaurant was pretty crowded, despite it being the middle of the week, but the group still managed to get a table.
Their server was friendly. They got drinks. They ordered their food.
“You okay, Warren?” Hank noticed he hardly touched his food.
“Mhmm… Just not that hungry. I’ll probably get a box.”
“Oh, okay,” Hank nodded, a little unsure.
-
They left the restaurant and went back to the hotel. Warren took his shirt off and laid on his bed.
“I’m gonna hang out with Jean… You gonna be okay?”
Warren let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah, yeah. Go have fun, Cyclops… I’m going to bed.”
Warren couldn’t sleep. He didn’t really want to. He turned on the tv, trying to find something to watch.
Someone knocked on the door while he was in the middle of some cooking show. Warren got up and opened his door. “Hey, Ro.”
“Hey, Jean kicked me out. Wanna go for a swim in the pool?”
“Sure.”
He quickly got changed and followed Ororo downstairs.
The got into the elevator and were quiet at first.
“I think they have a hot tub.”
“Cool.”
Ororo glanced at Warren and sighed. “I’m here for you if you want to talk.”
He nodded, “I know.”
“For real. You’re allowed to talk about your feelings.”
“I don’t want to.”
Ororo sighed, “Warren…”
He looked back at her. “I want this all to be over.”
“(Y/N)—”
“It’s not fair! Everyone in my life has left me or used me somehow— and I know she’s different, but it’s not fair! I was so happy with her and—”
The elevator stopped. It wasn’t their floor. The doors opened the reveal a young woman. She had a familiar glow to her and leaves in her hair.
Warren looked at her, feeling lightheaded at seeing her.
“(Y/N)?”
-
Warren woke up in his hotel bed. He wasn’t sure how he got there. He didn’t even remember going to the pool with Ororo. All he could remember was her.
(Y/N).
He looked over to his left and saw Scott peacefully asleep in his bed, sleep mask on and everything. The TV was off, and so were all the lights. Warren couldn’t go back to bed, it wasn’t an option.
He quietly got out of bed and slipped on his shoes, slowly opening the door, as to not wake Scott.
He went out to the halls. He had no plan, no idea where he was going, but he needed to get out.
He walked around, lost in the halls late at night. He wasn’t tired, but he was upset. He didn’t want to keep crying, he didn’t want to be so dependent on (Y/N), but without her—
The sound of thunder interrupted his thoughts. He looked outside and saw it was raining. It reminded him of (Y/N)— without her, all it did was rain and snow.
-
Hank said they were looking for someone. Someone Xaiver wanted to bring back to the mansion. This type of mission was more stealth and would require little physical fighting.
Hank got told from an anonymous source she’d be at some socialite gathering.
“Scott, Jean, you’re going to pretend to be some young, rich, American couple. Get in there, find our target, and get her alone. Convince her to come back with us if that doesn’t work let us know on the comms.”
“What does she look like?”
“Her name is Betsy Braddock—” Hank pulled up a file with all her information on his tablet.
“What does Xavier want with her?” Warren asked, anger rising in his tone.
Betsy… She left him to die in Egypt. She got him wrapped up in the Apocalypse cult nonsense. He didn’t want to see her again, he didn’t want to see her ever.
“She knows something about the attacks in Italy we dealt with around Christmas, plus she’s somewhat telepathic… I know your past with her is messy, but—”
“It’s fine. I don’t care.” Everyone looked at Warren, surprised at his statement.
“Alright. You guys know what to do— Jean, Scott, get dressed and ready for the party. I’ll get you an uber— Ororo, Warren, You guys are going to a hideout location not far from the location of the party, in case backup is needed. I’m going to stay and operate things here.
-
The first few hours of the mission went as expected. Jean and Scott made small talk with people, trying to find Betsy.
Warren didn’t want to see her, or more, he didn’t want her to see him in his current emotional state. But it didn’t matter what he wanted. He argued and insisted on joining this mission, and now he could see why Xavier was hesitant to let him go.
“I see her,” Jean said. “She’s not with anyone.”
Jean’s earpiece was quiet after that.
Warren and Ororo sat there for what felt like forever. Jean and Scott talked occasionally, but it was never directly to them.
The young couple eventually lured Betsy into an empty room.
“You didn’t really bring me up here to sleep with me, did you?” She asked, messing with her hair in the slight reflection from a window.
Jean shook her head, “No. But we want you to come back with us… You’ve heard of Charles Xavier…”
Betsy nodded.
“He wants you to help him with the attacks on the mutant community in southern Italy.”
“What will he give me in return?” Scott and Jean exchanged a quick glance. They weren’t exactly sure.
Scott’s voice faltered slightly, “You can…”
Jean finished his sentence. “—You can discuss that with him when we get to New York.”
Betsy turned her head to look at them, “And what if I say no?”
“We’ll chase you down until you do,” Scott stated with more confidence than before.
“Alright. I’ll go with you.”
-
Betsy had no idea Warren was in London, or even alive for that matter. Warren had no idea how she was going to react, and he didn’t really want to find out.
But he didn’t really have an option.
“Give us time to pack up and we can leave for Westchester,” Jean explained in the ride back to the hotel.
“Who else is with you?”
“Dr. McCoy is back at the hotel, and Ororo and Warren should be there too.” Betsy’s expression changed. “You probably know them as—”
“I know exactly who they are. I thought Warren died…”
Scott shook his head, “Nope. He’s doing great.” Scott blinked away the uncertainty hidden behind his words.
Betsy nodded, unsure what to say. She thought about maybe jumping out of the car, and never seeing these people again. She knew Warren would be angry when he saw her. She couldn’t blame him.
“He’s not upset with you…” Betsy looked at Jean, a bit shocked. “He’s hurting from something else… Don’t ask about it… just trust me...”
“Easy for you to say.” Betsy scoffed.
Jean shook her head, “You’ll see…”
“We’re here.” The driver stopped the car and the three got out.
Betsy looked up at the hotel the group was staying at, “Nice place.”
They walked in and headed to the nearest elevator. Jean was fidgeting with the comm in her ear.
“We got back about twenty minutes ago,” Ororo said.
“We’re on our way to our rooms,” Jean replied.
The elevator dinged, signaling it was at the destined floor.
-
They packed up quickly, and stood out in the hall, bags in hand.
Hank introduced himself to Betsy. Her response was short, she was preoccupied with her ex-boyfriend standing less than five feet away from her.
“Hi.”
He looked sad and more tired than usual. Seeing him sober was mind-blowing to Betsy, but people change. She hadn’t seen him in a few years— sure they saw each other during the Apocalypse incident, but that was a few days— she was really going to see him this time.
He didn’t respond to her. She frowned.
The plane ride was long and tedious. Betsy had nothing to do and wanted nothing more than to leave. So, she decided to try and talk to Warren again.
“Hey.” He turned his head around best he could and looked at Betsy questioningly. She nodded. “What’s up?”
“Not much.” Warren wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk.
“Cool… Cool…”
There was a pause before Warren spoke up, “Do you need anything?”
“Just wanted to talk…”
“You have other options.”
Betsy rolled her eyes.
“I don’t really wanna talk to you right now… And I don’t need you poking around in my head either.”
“I wasn’t going to,” She said calmly.
Warren didn’t respond. Betsy sighed, he was useless. Warren wasn’t going to talk even if she forced him. And she couldn’t really blame him, but she had a lingering feeling in her stomach.
Probably just my dinner digesting…
-
At some point, Betsy fell asleep, for when the plane landed Hank had to wake her up. She rubbed her eyes and undid her seatbelt.
“Do we have to go through security again?” Scott asked.
“Yeah, we left the country,” Hank told him while glancing at his watch.
Scott was not too thrilled. Everyone was tired to some degree. It was extremely late, and they went back a few hours due to the time zone.
“It won’t be that long. There’s hardly anyone here.”
Everyone went through security and headed to the baggage claim to get their stuff.
Jean was the first to get her suitcase— a medium-sized, teal one— Warren was next, and his was all black, to no one’s surprise, but the nametag on it looked drastic tied to the handle.
It was clear, with glitter and flowers trapped inside it. It didn’t seem like Warren at all to Betsy, but what did she know?
-
Hank took Betsy to an empty room and told her she could sleep there for the time being. She set her bags on the floor and looked around. There was a dated-looking wallpaper upon the walls, and the bed took up a little under half of the room.
It was alright.
Betsy rummaged through her bag for some pajamas when she heard footsteps.
Hank had left almost immediately after he showed her the room, so it couldn’t be him. She opened the door only to see Warren walking down the hall. She quietly followed him, staying several steps behind.
He went down to the main floor, and even further down into the basement.
This place is huge! Betsy said to herself.
The basement looked different from the rest of the mansion, for the walls and floor were made of metal.
Warren turned right, into a room within the basement. Betsy held her breath as she got closer.
What is he doing down here?
Betsy caught sight of a girl laying in a hospital bed. Warren sat down next to her and started talking…
That’s why he’s on edge… Betsy had accidentally bumped into something, making a loud noise.
Warren shot up, “Who’s there?”
Betsy tried to sneak out, but Warren caught her.
“Betsy!”
She froze.
“Why were you following me?”
“Why are you visiting a coma patient at three in the morning?” She asked back.
“She’s my girlfriend.”
“I mean I figured as much—”
“So leave.” He cut her off and was sharp. “Please…” He pleaded more in his last word.
She looked at her unconscious figure, “I could help…”
“No,” He was stern.
“I could—” “—You’d kill her.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” She defended.
“Yeah, you would. Her mutation makes her basically hibernate until March, so she’s fine.”
“I could still help— I’ve helped you before…”
“No, you didn’t! You were constantly going in and out of my life whenever it was convenient for you and came back when I didn’t need you too! You— you ruined my life!”
Betsy felt a wave of guilt wash over her.
“Look…” Warren sighed. “Betsy… I’m sorry. I don’t want your help… I don’t want you to hurt her.”
Betsy nodded, she knew Warren wasn’t going to change his mind.
“Okay.”
“What?”
“I won’t help you.” She left the medical room, leaving Warren alone with his thoughts.
-
Over the next few days, Betsy accommodated herself to the mansion, giving Xavier the information he wanted, and exploring the grounds.
She was almost always accompanied by Jubilee, per some people’s request, seeing as her past wasn’t spotless.
Jubilee was full of energy, and always willing to tell Betsy whatever she asked about.
“Who’s Warren’s girlfriend?”
“Her name is (Y/N). She controls plants. She can also grow them from her body. And her eyes change color based on her mood… She’s uh, she’s not around at the moment, but that’s not important.”
Betsy nodded along as Jubilee spoke. “Is he happy?”
“Do you miss him?”
Betsy struggled to let out a straight answer, “No— ugh— I just— I ruined his life.”
“You didn’t ruin his life!” Betsy glared at her. “Okay, okay, maybe you kind of did ruin his life, but he’s fine now. He’s just a little on edge you’re here and (Y/N) isn’t.”
“I don’t need to stay here—”
“Bullshit!” Jubilee exclaimed. “You’ve got nowhere else to go, really.”
“It’s more complicated than that.”
-
Betsy was rarely ever alone. She was too busy helping the X-Men.
She had a few moments to herself though. She was never sure what to do. She couldn’t just up and leave and go out to some bar and sulk in a corner and come back drunk and angry— that’d paint her as extremely irresponsible. She didn’t want to bore or impose on the X-Men if she didn’t have to.
She wandered around the mansion. It was massive and somewhat old and stuffy looking, but also gave off those classic school vibes.
Betsy wandered into the basement at some point and quickly learned, that was where the X-Men trained, made battle and mission plans, stored their jet, Hank worked on costumes and more in his lab, and where their medical bay was kept.
She knew she shouldn’t be down there alone. Betsy wasn’t going to do anything bad, but it felt wrong.
She was watching a girl in a coma sleep. There were so many things wrong about that.
Of course, no one would really care, except for maybe Warren— but he had every good reason to.
“You keep visiting me.”
Betsy almost jumped. The voice had startled her. She thought she was alone.
“Jean?” But didn’t sound like Jean. Betsy couldn’t decipher who it was.
She sat there for another thirty minutes, hoping the voice would return, but it didn’t.
So she got up and left.
It was probably just a student. My telepathic abilities aren’t the strongest. It was probably just a student somewhere on the grounds…
She didn’t tell anyone about the voice. She didn’t want to seem crazy, because it probably didn’t mean anything.
-
“Hey, guys! I found this on my google drive! It’s a bunch of videos from Xavier’s fourth of July party!” Peter had his laptop open at a table, with a few papers spread about.
Everyone, including Betsy, gathered around Peter as he played a few video clips.
It was Warren, Peter, Scott, and (Y/N) all together in the first one. They were walking in a parking lot with shopping bags in their hands.
“We just spent—” Peter cut Warren off.
“We just spent $2,000 on fireworks! Holy fuck!” Everyone else is laughing at his enthusiasm.
“Can’t Jubilee just produce fireworks? Why did we need this many anyway?”
“It’s for the American aesthetic, (Y/N)!”
They got into the car and Peter was still recording.
“Weren’t you born in Poland or something?”
“America was founded on immigration—”
The clip was cut off, and the next one played automatically. But Betsy remembered the voice. The female one. It was like the one she heard in the basement… was (Y/N) trying to contact her?
She tried to focus as the next few clips played, she needed to hear (Y/N)’s voice again.
“Kurt, look—” Peter was still recording with his smartphone, he had zoomed in on a darker part of Xavier’s. It was a tree, and two people were leaning up against it— clearly making out.
“Jean told me she went to get more popsicles!” Kurt whined.
Everyone watching was laughing, except for Scott and Jean, who were extremely embarrassed they got caught.
“You ain’t slick, Summers.”
“Shut up.”
Footsteps could be heard. “What are we doing?” (Y/N) asked.
“Look—” Kurt motioned to the couple at the tree.
“Oh, gross. They don’t even know we’re watching! And to think… Warren went inside to see what Jean was doing…”
“Well, he won’t find out,” Kurt joked.
Betsy knew she heard (Y/N) voice in the basement… but why? Was she a ghost? Did her unconscious state allow her to communicate telepathically?
She needed to go back there, alone, but she knew that was almost impossible. Hank was almost always down in the lab, and Warren was almost always visiting (Y/N).
-
That didn’t really matter to her. Betsy needed to talk to her or hear her voice again. She thought about asking Jean, but she thought that would be fruitless.
She went to visit (Y/N) again, but this time she spoke to her.
“Can you hear me?”
No response.
“My name is Betsy Braddock. I know who you are and I’m not going to hurt you.”
Betsy huffed, “This is stupid!” She got up and began to walk out.
“Wait!” Betsy froze. (Y/N) said something. “You keep visiting me…”
“I’m just curious about you,” Betsy responded.
“Why?”
“I don’t know I—”
“Betsy?” Warren’s voice was stern and almost angry. “What are you doing here?”
“I can hear her. Like, with my abilities… I know you didn’t really want me down here and I understand—”
“Then why are you here?”
“I wanted to see if I could communicate with her telepathically…” She admitted. “That’s all. I’m not trying to wake her or anything.”
“I’m sorry… but I can hear people and it’s nice to have someone who can hear me back…”
Betsy, plagued with guilt, looked over at (Y/N), whos lifeless form hadn’t changed a bit, despite the obvious sadness in her words.
“I just feel, so bad and I don’t know why and… I ruined your life. There’s no shortcut, without me you would have left the fighting ring in less than three weeks… You’d have your feathery wings still… but I loved you and I couldn’t let go, and I thought bringing Apocalypse to you would make up for all the shit I did…”
“I was a kid. I didn’t even know what love meant! And I’m not avoiding you on purpose, I don’t resent you as much as I did when I first came here… but I don’t know what you want, okay? Our lives aren’t connected anymore, and I just want (Y/N) back...” Warren was biting down on his lip to keep himself from breaking down crying.
“Tell him I’m sorry.”
“(Y/N) said she’s sorry…”
Warren’s gaze shifted between the two girls.
“Why is she sorry?”
“All I’ve done since Christmas is make him unhappy and upset. He deserves someone who isn’t asleep for part of the year.”
“She said, you deserve someone who isn’t asleep for part of the year.”
Warren walked over to (Y/N)’s body, he held her hand in his. “It’s not about what I may or may not deserve. It’s about what I want and love.”
“I love him…”
Betsy was about to repeat what she said, but Warren was crying. He had let a single tear drip down.
It landed on (Y/N)’s hand. And soon as it did, her eyes flew open.
-
She was gasping for air, eyes squinting up at the fluorescent lights. (Y/N) heard voices.
“She’s awake…”
“It’s almost March, that might be too early—“
“—I’ll be fine,” (Y/N) interrupted. She rubbed her eyes and turned her eyes away from the lights, looking over at Warren, who was at her side, tears in his eyes.
“Betsy, go get Hank.” He instructed. Warren looked back at (Y/N), holding her hand in his, and his other cupping her cheek.
“Hi.” She murmured in a groggy tone.
“Hi.” He kissed her forehead. “I missed you.”
“I know… I’m sorry…”
“Sorry?” Warren was perplexed. “What for?”
“I couldn’t stay awake, and I hurt you, Warren. I made you cry and think you weren’t good enough for me…” She snuffled her nose.
“That’s bullshit. You could never hurt me. I was crying because I couldn’t do anything. The last time I saw you was before I went to Italy on some dumb mission— I missed you… I missed your smile, I missed how you’d make flower crowns and put them on my head, how I could go to you after a nightmare no matter what time of night it was, or how you told me I helped you become more assertive and learn it’s okay to say no, or you showing me the beauty in everything— I…” His voice was breaking, but all (Y/N) could see in his eyes was happiness. “I can’t live without you… I love you.”
“Oh, Warren, baby…” She squeezed his hand.
Warren cupped her face with his free hand and kissed her.
That one kiss said everything he wanted to say. It let out his feelings. It had passion and swiftness backing it up, followed by his undying love for (Y/N).
She kissed him back, trying to make up for the time they’ve lost. Her lips fit prefectures against his.
It was like the first time they kissed, full of everything she wanted, except much longer, with more meaning to it.
They broke apart slowly, almost as if they didn’t want to.
“I love you too…” She murmured.
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Never alone - Chapter Twenty - Soulmate AU
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Marinette was a bit sad when they had to go back to Paris. They had only three days of Holiday left, and it was better for them to have a day or two to get rid of the jet lag.
She had been so happy to meet Damian’s family as a whole and relieved that she got along with them. She was also sad that she had to say goodbye to Titus, she has grown attached to the big dog.
They were, however, very happy to see Cloud again as they picked her up from Claude’s house. The fashion designer laughed as the puppy ran to them and Damian picked her up in a hug, forgetting about everyone else.
“Thank you so much for watching over her, Claude. I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience to your family,” she said with a smile as she rummaged in her bag.
Claude waved her off. “Of course not! She was lovely and got my family wrapped around her… paw,” he laughed, “we’re sad to see her go honestly. We wouldn’t mind keeping her a little longer.”
“Absolutely not,” declared Damian, his voice muffled as his face was burrowed into Cloud’s white, fluffy fur.
Marinette smiled and patted Damian’s back fondly. She handed Claude a few bills but he waved his hand in front of him.
“No way I’m accepting money from you guys!”
The Eurasian girl frowned. “Why not? Your family already fosters a lot of animals and you had to take care of Cloud too. We’re not letting do that for free,” she said as she forced the money into his hand. “I also have a box from the bakery as thank yous. And before you start arguing, I’m happy to give them to you. You and your family really helped us here.”
Claude accepted the box reluctantly and smiled at her eventually.
“Thank you, you’re as sweet as these pastries, you know?”
Marinette shoved him playfully, a smile on her lips.
“Well, we won’t bother you any longer. Plus, I think Cloud and Damian need some time alone,” she winked playfully, “we’ll see you on Monday!”
Claude waved at them. “Yeah, see ya!”
As they walked away, the blue-eyed girl took the puppy from Damian’s arms.
“Come on, let me have my dose of Cloud,” she grinned and hugged the dog tightly.
They went to a nearby park, where they finally let the dog on the ground and watched as she spent all her energy running around.
“Are we still meeting with Chat Noir tomorrow night?” asked Damian.
Marinette nodded, taking his hand in hers absently and rubbing circle with her thumb. “Yeah, we have to talk about our progress,” she sighed at the look the threw her, “yeah, I know, there isn’t a lot of progress, so we need to talk about what we’re going to do now.”
She put her head on his shoulder and smiled as she felt him kiss the crown of her head.
“I can’t wait for it to be over. I think I’m going to have a good, long cry when it’s finally over.”
“Can’t blame you, I bet you have a lot of buried feelings,” he breathed as he put his arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him.
She scoffed. “You have no idea.”
They fell silent for a second, watching as Cloud tired herself out and came back to them, falling at their feet.
“Speaking of which,” she started again suddenly, “we’ll need to watch out for Alya and Nino.”
She didn’t see it, but she could guess his frown in his voice. “Why?”
She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t tell you?”
He smirked at her. “Tell me what, exactly?”
She groaned. “I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” she took a deep breath, “Nino told me and Kim, before I came to Gotham, that he found his soulmate.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. And he decided to wait until school starts again to tell her. So it could give him time to figure out how to tell her,” she mumbled, “so either of them could get akumatized.”
“I can easily understand why he needed so much time to figure out a way to tell her. There is no way to know how that harpy is going to react.”
She audibly gasped. “Damian!”
“What?” he shrugged, “that girl always reacts first and thinks later, and it always makes people very cautious when they have something sensitive to tell her.”
Marinette pursed her lips. It was true that Alya had a tendency to react violently sometimes.
Okay, a lot of time, but still.
“That’s just how she is,” she said in a small voice, trying to defend her friends.
Damian kissed her forehead. “I know. I’m not a fan of the girl, but she’s still a good friend to you. But I can already see how she’s going to hog all your time, now.”
The dark-haired girl let out a startled laugh. “So that’s what it’s all about! You’re jealous that I might spend more time with her.”
“Guilty,” he admitted, hiding his face between her neck and shoulder.
She smiled fondly, stroking his hair lovingly. “You don’t have to worry. Alya ditched me a lot of time to spend time with Nino, so she should understand that I want to spend time with my boyfriend as well.”
“She better.”
She laughed, her arms circling around his torso and bringing him closer to her. “Now, hold me tighter, I’m cold!”
He complied immediately.
Ladybug watched over Paris, City of lights. It was something she both loved and hated about this City. It was so bright during the night, offering a really nice view from the rooftops, but when you looked up to the night sky, you couldn’t see the stars. She could see some, like the three belt stars of Orion, but it wasn’t as beautiful as it was in the countryside.
Chat Noir wasn’t here yet. He was ten minutes late, actually, and she could feel Robin getting restless next to her. Nightwing had taken his notebook out, reviewing his notes, a frown on his face.
The red-clothed heroine checked her yoyo to see if there was any message from Chat Noir and was about to call him when she heard the familiar sound of his baton on the roof.
“Sorry, I’m late,” he apologized, sounding breathless, probably because he ran as fast as he could to get here. “I couldn’t get away from my father.”
Ladybug frowned. She didn’t know a lot of things about her partner’s life — what with secret identities and all that jazz — but he mentioned his father a few times, and from the few bits she got, the man seemed very controlling of his son.
Nightwing waved him off. “No worries there, but we should get started, you kids have school tomorrow, yeah?”
He looked sheepish at the look the three other heroes — or vigilante, in Robin’s case — threw at him.
The older man cleared his throat. “Right. Let’s get started.”
They all sat in a circle on the roof and Nightwing put his notebook in the middle, allowing the others to see his notes.
“So, we still don’t have a lead on who Hawkmoth could be. We tried interrogating former victims of akumas but no one could remember anything from their akumatization, so we didn’t get anything out of that.”
He crossed out the idea on the page.
“Then,” he continued, “we tried following the butterflies after they got purified, to see if they went back to their Miraculous, but they just disappear somewhere in the city. So, that’s out too.”
He paused then, looking at each of them.
“Now, there is something I’ve done recently that I haven’t told you yet.”
He took a tablet out of a bag next to him and played a video.
“That’s the day of the first Akuma,” Chat Noir mused as he watched Hawkmoth’s face, made of akumas, making his evil speech.
“Yeah. We got an idea of his face, but the mask is taking 90% of his face and it’s made of butterflies, so we can’t run a facial recognition. And we don’t have images of him when he appeared on Heroes’ Day since the journalist covering the event was among all the people akumatized that day.”
He paused, and Ladybug had a feeling that he was doing that on purpose, just to be dramatic.
“But,” he exclaimed, giving her reason, “what we do have on this video, is his voice.”
She gasped. “You analyzed it!”
Nightwing nodded, and continued after her, “and I ran it into the computer so it could compare it with voices from security cameras that Red Robin hacked, and from television and radio apparitions.”
Ladybug couldn’t contain her joy even when Robin’s hand on her knee — it couldn’t stop moving in her excitement — tried to keep her from getting too excited. “So do you have a result?!”
Nightwing sighed. “Now, that’s where it gets a bit more complicated. I have more than a thousand results.”
Ladybug visibly deflated at that, and she could see Chat Noir deflating too. “Oh.”
The older man smiled at her and put a hand on her shoulder, lightly squeezing it. “But that’s not bad news! All we have to do now is make a profile on Hawkmoth, and compare his voice with the people we think and compare the voice again with those persons.”
Chat Noir looked at them, frowning. “Can’t we run an analysis again on the thousand or so people?”
Robin shook his head. “The software is not perfect yet. It’s already a good thing it gave us only a thousand results.”
Nightwing nodded, a pen in his hand that she hadn’t noticed before. “Yeah, I was actually pleasantly surprised. Now, I need to know a few things. The butterflies that akumatize people. Are they real butterflies or do they come with the Miraculous?”
“Tikki told me that it could be both. The Butterfly Miraculous can create them, but it takes a lot of time. If the holder doesn’t want to spend his energy in creating them, he can corrupt real butterflies.”
Robin hummed next to her. “With the number of Akumas we have to fight, I’m willing to bet that he does both. What if the type of butterfly had an influence in the Akuma’s power and strength?”
Chat Noir frowned. “What? you think that the victims akumatized by butterflies coming from the Miraculous are more powerful than those akumatized by a corrupted butterfly?”
Robin smirked. “That’s exactly what I think.”
Ladybug’s eyes widened. She had never thought of that before. And that would explain why the Akumas were more powerful than before. Hawkmoth has decided to take the time to create some of his own.
“But where would he find butterflies?”
Nightwing showed her his tablet, where she could see a web page with several results of butterflies breeding in the countryside not too far from Paris.
Ladybug frowned at that and passed the tablet to her partner so he could see it. “Either he owns one of them or has actions in it.”
Robin nodded. “That means that Hawkmoth is a man with a lot of money.”
Nightwing beamed at that. “Yeah, so it cuts a lot of people out of our list. See? We’re getting somewhere! So he’s a rich guy, but what’s his motive?”
“To make a wish, obviously,” answered Chat Noir.
“But why does he want to make a wish? Why does one want to alter reality?” Nightwing asked, looking at each of them pointedly.
The cat-themed hero scoffed, “Because he’s an evil bastard?”
Robin rolled his eyes. “Except that. There must be a personal reason. For example, if you could make a wish, what would you do it for?” he asked, looking at everyone.
“I would do it if someone I loved died, I guess. I would want to bring them back, to see them again,” Ladybug whispered.
“Yeah, that would be a reason for me too,” breathed Chat Noir, arms crossed against his torso, looking deep in his thoughts.
“That would be the only reason I would be willing to take the risk of a wish too,” said Nightwing, noting something down in his notebook.
“And that’s the same for me,” he said, looking at Ladybug. “So we should look out for rich people who lost someone dear to them. A child, a spouse, a parent, a sibling… And in the last five years or so.”
As Nightwing noted everything down, Robin’s hand found its way in her hair and slightly tugged at it, getting her attention. “Didn’t you suspect Gabriel Agreste, once?”
Ladybug nodded, but Chat Noir was quicker to react. “But it’s not him!” he exclaimed, looking almost panicked, “he got akumatized a few years ago!”
The oldest among them hummed. “Yeah, but we don’t know the extent of his power. It’s possible he akumatized himself on purpose if he thought you guys were closing on him.”
Ladybug agreed with him. “He lost his wife a few years ago. He’s rich. He meets all the requirements.”
Suddenly, Chat Noir stood up, startling her. “No!” he yelled loudly, “Ladybug, we’ve already written him off. It’s not him.”
And without another word, Chat Noir left.
It’s Robin’s oldest brother comment that broke the silence.
“He sure does feel strongly about Gabriel Agreste. Giving that the man is a recluse and only interacts with two people in his life…” Nightwing said, staring at Ladybug, as if trying to communicate something with her.
Oh.
Chat Noir was Gabriel Agreste’s son.
Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste.
“Well, it’s gotten even more complicated now,” she sighed, rubbing her eyes with the palm of her hands.
Robin’s hand stroking her back was comforting.
“I’ll search for anything related to a butterfly breeding and run a comparison between Hawkmoth’s voice and Gabriel’s tomorrow. If it’s him, we’ll need a plan of action next, but we’ll see that once it’s confirmed.”
Nightwing then looked at her, taking her hand in his in a comfort that was so brotherly that it almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Tell me,” he started, “if Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Adrien has a confirmation of it, what will he do?”
She would like to tell him that Chat Noir would help them. That he would fight Hawkmoth with them.
But then, she thought of times Adrien spoke of his mother. His love for her was obvious, and he had hope that she would reappear one day, since he didn’t know anything about her disappearance.
Ladybug sighed, shaking slightly and leaned on Robin’s side, in a side hug.
“Honestly, I don’t know.”
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Merry & Bright {17}: That’s Christmas To Me
Previous: Ain’t Nothing Better Than This
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Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Parenthood AU
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Kissing!
Summary: Your son asks his father what the true meaning of Christmas is.
“Appa, what’s Christmas about?” The little voice comes padding into the living room, eyes trained on Yoongi’s figure, slightly hunched, glasses slipping, book in hand.
“What do you mean?” Yoongi asks, eying your child.
“Why do people celebrate it?” They ask climbing on the couch.
“Depends, if they are religious, and believe in Jesus, then they celebrate the birth of Jesus,”
“It’s Jesus’ birthday?”
“Mm, kind of. It’s what they’ve decided is Jesus’ birthday.” Yoongi clarifies.
“But if it’s not Jesus’ birthday, why do they celebrate it?” They ask.
“That’s a question for Amma,” Yoongi says, nodding his head.
“You don’t think it’s Jesus’ birthday, do you?”
“No, I don’t,” Yoongi shakes his head.
“Why do you celebrate it?”
“People who don’t believe in Jesus, like me, think it’s just a holiday about giving presents. People choose to celebrate it, or they choose to ignore it.” Yoongi tells them.
“We celebrate it?” They ask.
“We do,” Yoongi nods.
“Why?” Their curiosity is Yoongi’s favorite part of fatherhood.
“Because Amma believes it’s Jesus’ birthday,” He answers.
“But you don’t?” The dots are slowly connecting.
“I don’t,”
“I don’t get it,” They say.
“That’s okay,” Yoongi reassures, tucking their hair behind their ear.
“Appa, what does Christmas mean to you?” Their eyes are wide, staring intently into Yoongi’s. He often finds it hard to stare that them, they’re like a mirror, reflecting him.
“That’s a good question,” Yoongi had long since put his book aside, knowing full well the minute your child shuffled into the living room, thirty minutes after their nap started, that reading was over. The delicate smile on their lips warmed Yoongi’s heart and was a telltale sign that your child had a question.
“What do you think it means?” Yoongi asks back.
“I asked you first Appa!” They giggle, leaning into Yoongi’s side. Instinctively he wraps an arm around them, pulling them close.
“For me, Christmas was always just a day. For some it was a day for presents, for others, like me, it was a day that I got paid extra at work. My coworkers would all take the day off, and before BTS, I needed the money, so I worked.”
“All day?” Your child’s eyes are wide.
“All day,” Yoongi nods.
“Did you get presents?” They inquire.
��A few small ones,” Yoongi says.
“No Santa?” They prod.
“Do you believe in Santa?” Yoongi counters.
“Not really,” They say, shaking their head.
“Mm, me either. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up, or when I was a trainee, so it wasn’t a big deal,” Yoongi shrugs.
“Christmas means work?” There they go again, connecting the dots.
“For some people it does, because they have to,”
“But you don’t have to?” Yoongi can see the concern flash across their eyes, like they just realized their father wasn’t going to be home on Christmas.
“Not anymore, no.” Yoongi comforts.
“If Christmas doesn’t mean work… what does it mean?” The confusion drips from their tiny voice.
“To me, Christmas is about spending time together with the people you love,” Yoongi explains.
“Me and Amma and baby?” They list, each person being ticked off on a small finger.
“Yes, and sometimes your uncles too, or your grandparents,” Yoongi adds, ticking them off on his own.
“Sometimes we go on a plane!”
“Yeah, we go on a plane to see Amma’s family,” Yoongi adds.
“I like when we do that. Can we do that this year?” There is too much hope in their eyes.
“No buddy, we’re going for the summer, remember?” Yoongi’s voice is gentle, the potential tantrum or fit always in the back of his mind.
“Oh, and Christmas?” They wonder.
“No, not Christmas,”
“New Year’s?” They ask.
“No love, next year,” Yoongi says, slightly exasperated by the lack of understanding of time and frankly, the word no.
Your child sits in their disappointment, Yoongi’s words lingering in their mind.
“I think Christmas is about wearing comfy pajamas and watching movies on the couch when I get to be stuck between you and Amma, and hot cocoa, and my Advent calendar,” Your child looks at Yoongi, who unbeknownst to them, has been staring, watching their mind work.
“What do you think it means to Amma?” Yoongi asks.
You can’t tell if he heard you open the door or saw your shadow pass as you tiptoe into the house. You pause, keys in hand, coat still on, listening to your husband and oldest child.
“Amma likes Christmas a lot… she likes the music and the cookies! Appa we have to have cookies!” The sudden burst of energy sends a laugh through Yoongi.
“Amma’s been making them,” Yoongi reminds them.
“Mm, can we have one?” Their hands are folded in prayer, or rather in please.
“For snack?”
“Yeah!”
“You gotta eat some veggies first,” Yoongi counters.
“Fine… Amma likes Christmas movies too,”
“Who does she like watching them with?”
“Me! And baby, and you, she likes you too,” They say, definite that you love Yoongi too.
Yoongi chuckles, “I’d hope so.”
“Does Amma like Christmas, or does she like spending time with family, like you?”
“Why don’t you ask her?” Yoongi points and your child turns to see you padding into the living room.
“Hi honey,” You say moving to sit next to your child. They burrow into your side, happy to have you home.
“Amma, what does Christmas mean to you?” They ask, eyes wide, staring into yours.
“Is that the topic of conversation?” You glance between them and Yoongi, he hasn’t stopped smiling. He gives you a knowing look, a look that years of parenting has taught you the meaning of.
“Yeah, Appa says that it’s about family,” They say.
“Well he’s right,” You agree.
“He says you believe that it’s Jesus’ birthday.”
“I do, yes, what else did Appa tell you?” You ask.
“That we can’t see grandma until summer,” They tell you.
“Oh, that’s true,” You nod.
“That makes me sad,” They whisper.
“Me too, honey,” You agree, voice small, hating the acknowledge that you wouldn’t be home for Christmas.
“Christmas is about Jesus?”
“The whole Christmas season is called Advent,” You tell.
“Like my calendar!”
“Exactly, and it’s about hope, love, peace and joy. Each week you celebrate a new theme, leading to the birth of Jesus. It’s about preparation, preparing your heart and preparing your mind for the celebration of the birth of the savior.”
“Is that where Santa comes in?” They tilt their head to the side, unsure if their question made any sense to anyone but them.
“No, that’s where the wisemen and the shepherds and the angel chorus come in,” You correct.
“Oh, no Santa?”
“Santa was created to help spread cheer to people who didn’t have money or the opportunity to buy gifts, and he comes from a guy named Saint Nicholas,” You inform.
“Did he know Jesus?” They ask.
“Yes, because Jesus knows everyone,” You say, watching their eyes widen.
“Christmas is about Jesus,” They confirm.
“For me it is, but you get to choose what Christmas means to you,” You tell them.
“Can we read the story about Jesus?” Your child asks, staring at you. Yoongi has gone and come back with snacks, cut up veggies and snack mix for you and your oldest. The second time he disappears, he comes back with drinks in one hand, and your one-year-old in the other.
“Look who’s up,” He says, passing your youngest to you.
“Hi lovey,” You say, planting a kiss on their cheek. “Yoongi-ah, can you grab my bible from the shelf in the office?”
Yoongi nods before retreating to the study.
“You have to eat your veggies first,” You inform, reminding your child that Christmas cookies have to come second.
“That’s what Appa said,” They grumble, reaching for a cucumber.
“That’s because Appa and I share a brain,” You coo at your infant, who still has sleep in their eyes post afternoon nap. Not only does Yoongi arrive with your Bible, but he brings a bottle for the tot.
“Trade,” He hands you the Bible and takes the baby.
“Alright, the Gospel according to Luke, chapter 2,” You read, leaning against the back of the couch.
Your eldest continues to snack as you read, clarifying language like decree and heavenly host. You’ve promised to answer every question your child has after you’ve finished reading the story, and they are happy to abide by that as they slowly work their way through their veggies. As you read, you hope the words of the Gospel speak to your child as words of hope and comfort. That they are words to inspire, to strike a match in them. Maybe not this story, but maybe another. Sitting on the couch as a family unit, Christmas tree sparkling as the sun fades, your children safe within yours and Yoongi’s arms, you’re grateful that this is what Christmas truly means.
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Galactica, Chapter 47 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫
Last Chapter: Violet bombed her design pitch, and Adore and Pearl broke up.
This Chapter: Violet gets a lovely surprise, Aiden gets angrier, and Courtney comforts a friend.
***
“So,” Fame looked over at Raja, leaning back on the green velvet couch. “What do we think?”
Ivy had come by with lunch, two salad containers now sitting half empty on the table. They had received printouts from Ivy with the original couture sketches, whatever samples the designers had handed them, and polaroids of the garments as they looked today.
“About the couture looks?” Raja smiled. They were talking about the Spring collection, but Raja was also finalizing the dresses and roles for Monday’s holiday collection showroom show.
“Mmh,” Fame nodded, fiddling with her thumb, the edge of her manicure looking like it was cracking.
“Who do we want this on?” Raja held up one of Kiara’s holiday designs, the dress a lovely red. “I’m thinking blonde?”
“Good call.” Fame smiled, that particular dress without a doubt ending up in Chad Michaels’ closet. It always got Fame in the best of moods to watch Raja work, her friend at her very best when she was pulling final styles together, her eye for the entire picture unmatched.
“We still need a holiday dress for Raven,” Raja smiled, holding up her fiance's headshot. “Opening or close?”
“Who says she’s getting either?” Fame teased, a laugh leaving her when Raja shot her a look. “I want her closing. She does that very well. Makes everyone feel like spending money.”
“Mmh,” Raja smirked, a proud expression on her face, putting Raven with one of the prettiest dresses in the bunch. It was weirdly romantic how Raja always looked out for Raven, though Fame was sure she’d deny it if she was ever confronted directly.
“Okay,” Raja sat back on the couch, putting her elbow on the back, golden bracelets clacking on her wrist as she rested her head on her hand. “What’s the verdict for couture?”
“Hmm,” Fame chewed her lip, flicking through the folder on her lap. “I think Alexis should open. This sky-inspired piece of hers,” Fame pulled the sketch out, “is lovely.”
“I agree.” Raja nodded. “And closing?”
There were several to choose from, but if Fame was being honest, there was only one that made sense for her.
“What about Violet’s?”
“Violet’s?” Raja sounded genuinely surprised, her eyes widening. “I thought you hated it?”
“What? Why?”
“Because you cut her off?”
“Raj, please,” Fame rolled her eyes. “She was talking my ear off, explaining all these incredibly unnecessary details when her work clearly spoke for itself. It’s very unbecoming to need that much reassurance of a job well done.” Fame pulled Violet’s dress from the folder, the flared sleeve and horizontal beads exactly what Fame wanted.
“Aha.”
“Good.” Fame put it down on the table, not noticing the small smile on Raja’s lips. “We’ll email everyone, and start looking for our exclusive models if we need anyone from overseas-” Fame paused. “Hold on. I have to call Courtney. This manicure is driving me absolutely crazy.”
***
It was always a rare relief when Fame decided to go into Raja’s office for a meeting rather than the other way around, and today was one of those lovely days, Ivy taking care of everything they needed and urging her to go take a real lunch break while she had the chance, that she’d call her back if necessary.
Which for Courtney meant a visit to her favorite department at Galactica: makeup. It was incredible how just walking into their suite made her whole body relax, the bright and sunny creative energy something she absolutely craved. Even the way people dressed was better down here: bright colors and fun patterns and hair every color in the rainbow. Alaska gave her a warm welcome as always, inviting her to sit down and eat with them, even sharing some of the Chinese food they’d ordered, which was a very nice addition to Courtney’s own sad little garden salad.
“You know,” Kim said, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she took in Courtney’s face, eyes squinted as if imagining the way the colors would look, “the Spring Rain palette would look amazing on you.”
“Omigod, it so would! Let’s try it out!” cried Amy, clapping her hands. Amy was the department’s coordinator, and Courtney hadn’t spoken to her much, but based on her electric-blue pigtails and ruffly Lolita dress, she knew she liked her.
“Whaddaya say, Court? Wanna be a canvas for a bit?” Alaska asked.
“Sure!”
Soon, Courtney was sitting in a director’s chair as Kim and Amy went to town on her face.
“Are your eyes green or blue?” Kim asked, tilting her chin this way and that in the bright light.
“Green. But I think in some lights they look blue.”
“Yeah, this cerulean is really picking that up.”
“Try adding a bit of the peacock,” Amy suggested.
“Yes! Good call!” Kim said, picking up the palette again.
Courtney closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of brushes being swiped against her skin, Kim’s movements both precise and certain. It was awhile before Courtney felt any urge to speak again, asking a question that had been on her mind for awhile.
“Um...do you guys know Bianca Del Rio?”
“No, I wish!” Kim chuckled. “She’s such a badass.”
“We have mutual friends. Why?” Alaska smiled curiously, and Courtney suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
“Well...I don’t know, I was just wondering what you think of her.”
“She’s everything I want to be when I grow up,” Amy piped up, swatching a few lip colors on Courtney’s arm. “She’s supposedly a real ball-buster, but my friend at Marie-Claire says she’s a decent boss. At least, people like working for her.”
“That’s cool,” Courtney said, biting her lip, cheeks growing hot under the lights as she worked up the nerve to ask what she really wanted to know. “What about, um...her...dating history. She’s gone out with a lot of girls, huh?”
“Yeah...she has,” Alaska replied slowly, exchanging a look with Kim as Amy stepped up to apply the chosen lipstick.
Kim waved a pair of lashes in the air, waiting for the glue to become tacky.
“The thing about Bianca is…” Alaska paused, seemed unsure of whether she should continue, before saying, “She’s not really into relationships. She just doesn’t ever seem to want more than flings. I mean, we’ve crossed paths dozens of times over the years, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with the same girl twice.”
“Oh.” Courtney nodded, settling back while Kim applied her lashes, wondering why her heart was pounding so fast.
“But that said, I mean...she does seem to treat people pretty well. You certainly never see girls crying about her in the tabloids, which I think says a lot, considering her...volume.”
“It helps that she’s apparently god-level in bed,” Amy giggled.
“Don’t trust the rumors,” Alaska warned.
“Well, I’ve heard it from someone first-hand, so…” Amy trailed off, giving a suggestive wink before reaching forward to finish the look with a delicate, shell-pink lip gloss, as Courtney tried her best not to squirm in her seat.
“Umm...anyway…” Alaska began awkwardly, when loud buzzing from the table interrupted. “Oh, Court, it’s Fame.”
Alaska handed her the phone, the usual seizing of Courtney’s stomach whenever her boss called telling her that the fun was over.
“Hello?”
“Courtney. I’m done with Raja, and my thumbnail is chipped.”
“Ye-”
Fame hung up before Courtney could respond, leaving her slightly puzzled.
“Thanks guys, this was super fun,” she said, sliding off the chair and grabbing her handbag, knowing she’d be expected to send a memo to design right away, along with apparently finding a manicurist to come to the office? Maybe?
“Wait!” Kim cried, holding up a lighted mirror for her to see the whole look.
“Wow.”
It was certainly a lot more colorful and dramatic than the makeup Courtney normally wore, and for a split second, she let herself imagine that she was backstage getting ready to perform, or on the set of some glamorous photo shoot, before pushing those silly fantasies down and giving Kim a grateful smile.
“Thanks, really, you guys are awesome,” Courtney said, internally lamenting the fact that she had to leave this colorful and fun office to go back to the stark white institutional tension upstairs.
***
From: Courtney A. Jenek To: (undisclosed)
Subject: Spring Runway Selection
MEMO TO GALACTICA DESIGN AND TAILORING DEPARTMENTS
FROM THE OFFICE OF MISS FAME
Please find attached the selected looks for the opening and closing of the Spring runway show, along with the alternates that we are keeping in the show, placement TBD.
Additionally, make sure to note the following upcoming deadlines in relation to the Spring couture collection:
December 5, 7 pm - submission for the rest of the Spring couture runway looks
December 11, 7 pm - final revised Spring couture submissions
December 12 - Selection of final couture looks/alternates
December 14 - Individual designer meetings with tailoring dept
December 18, 11 am - First fitting
January 11, 11 am - Second fitting
***
“Oh...“ Violet couldn’t believe it.
She had clicked on the placement, hoping that her dress would be in there somewhere, Trixie’s promise that nothing would get scrapped completely not enough to reassure her, but there it was, in black and white.
Her first couture look for Galactica was closing the fucking Spring show.
“Holy shit-” Violet whispered, the information not sinking in at all.
She had been chosen, she had done well, she was making the company proud.
Violet was just about to panic, everything so overwhelming, when a second email ticked in.
From: Courtney A. Jenek To: Violet Chachki
Subject: Fwd: Spring Runway Selection
OMG ALKDJALSKDJALDJ IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!11 AKFJSALKFJASLKFJALFSD CONGRATS!!!!!!!111
Violet snorted, Courtney’s excitement radiating through the screen, that message somehow making it real.
From: Violet Chachki To: Courtney A. Jenek Subject: Re: Fwd: Spring Runway Selection
Thanks
***
Aiden closed the door to Trixie’s office firmly behind him, using all the strength in his body not to slam it with full force. He briefly imagined how good it would feel, to be able to make the walls vibrate with all of the rage he felt inside. Instead, he swallowed down all the bitterness and headed to his desk.
It had been an awful meeting, Trixie pulling his typical nice guy act to say that he was “concerned” about Aiden’s “attitude” and wanted to make sure that he was gonna be the right fit for the Galactica team long-term. That he wanted to see more collaboration with the other designers, and as a learning experience, he should be prepared on Monday to assist backstage for the Holiday collection show.
Assist.
Aiden was a designer, not a fucking tailor, not a fucking assistant, and this was going to be a new low. Not to mention that he was already in a foul mood, having seen the selection for the opening and closing Spring runway looks. That new little brat, the baby with no experience, not like Aiden, had been chosen to close the show.
He sat at his chair for almost a minute, saying nothing, just breathing deeply. Before Kiara asked, “Everything alright, dude?”
“Oh yeah. Everything is fucking great!” Aiden snapped, not bothering to stay and take in the stricken look on her face before getting up and marching to the restrooms, where he could at least lock himself in a stall and get a tiny minute of peace and quiet.
***
“Omigod, I’m so happy to see you!” Adore exclaimed, pulling Courtney inside her apartment, over to the sofa. “I stole a bunch of alcohol from Bianca before I left, so I’m well stocked! What do you want?”
“Gin and tonic?” Courtney asked, taking off her coat and settling down against the plush velvety purple fabric of Adore’s sofa.
“Coming right up, ma’am!” Adore exclaimed, walking over to the open kitchen to pour Courtney’s drink.
“So, you seem...how are you?” Courtney ventured, knowing that Adore was probably still in a fragile state, but not wanting to destroy what seemed like a decent mood.
“Well you know… It’s been shit. But I stayed with B all week and she’s like, kinda the best in this situation. She didn’t even gloat over being right.”
“Aww, that’s sweet. I’m glad she took care of you.”
Adore set Courtney’s glass down.
“Yeah, it was nice.”
There was a firm knock on the door, and Adore jumped up again, running to answer.
“Pizza’s here!”
“Pizza?”
“Yeah, I ordered ahead because I knew you’d be working late and you probably haven’t had a real meal all--thank you!” She closed the door, carrying the boxes and a bag over to the coffee table and setting it down with a smile.
It was such a sweet gesture, and Courtney was truly starving, so she almost felt bad reminding Adore, “Um...I’m still doing that vegan thing, remember?”
“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, I totally forgot, I-” Adore bit her lip, looking more distraught than was probably necessary, given the circumstances.
“It’s okay, I’ll just pull off the cheese, don’t worry!” Courtney reassured her.
“But you’ve told me like a billion times and I keep forgetting and I’m just the worst friend ever,” Adore sniffled. “I’m so sorry.”
“Baby, it’s okay, really.” Courtney crawled over to Adore, hugging her tightly.
“It’s not. I got you a kale caesar salad too because I know you used to like those but that’s not vegan either. God, what is wrong with my stupid brain?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. You’re human, you make mistakes. It was still so nice of you to get all this.” Courtney pressed a kiss to her temple. “And you know what? I’ve been so strict for a few weeks, I think it’s okay to have one cheat day.”
“Are you sure? We can order Chinese or Thai if you want, or there’s-”
“I’m sure. I came here to try and cheer you up. Not to make you feel guilty.” Courtney snuggled against her, head on her shoulder.
“Okay. We can postmates some vegan gelato for dessert.”
“Perfect.”
Adore sighed, leaning her head against Courtney’s for a moment before sitting up and opening the food. Courtney accepted the plate from her, pulling the cheese off her pizza and shaking up the caesar salad - she decided that she could handle the dressing if she omitted the little container of parmesan.
They ate in silence for a few moments before Courtney looked up at Adore and asked, “Do you want my cheese?”
Adore’s eyes widened, looking down at her plate.
“Yes!”
She took it with such enthusiasm that it made Courtney laugh.
“Was this the plan all along?”
“I wish. I’m not that smart,” Adore told her.
“Yeah you are. You’re very smart. You’re the best.”
Adore held her gaze for a few moments, eyes welling up before the tears spilled down her cheeks. She covered her face, and Courtney shoved the plates aside, laying Adore’s head down in her lap.
Courtney stroked her hair for awhile, letting her cry, not saying anything, tears soaking into her skirt and tights. When her sniffling finally subsided, she asked, “So on a scale of 1 to 10...how much do we hate her?”
Adore rubbed her red, swollen eyes. “That’s the hardest part. I don’t really hate her at all. I mean, I asked her to be honest with me, and she was, and...it just wasn’t what I wanted to hear. So...no, I don’t hate her. It would be too exhausting to hate her.”
Courtney took her hand, holding it tight and solemnly saying, “Okay. Then I’ll hate her for you. So you don’t have to.”
Adore’s face crumbled as her tears began falling again.
“You’re the best friend in the world.”
“No, you are,” Courtney said with a grin. “Come on, let’s go wash your face and order that gelato!”
***
“I just can’t believe that my dress is going out on that runway, like, I was so sure Fame absolutely hated it, and-”
“You don’t need to chop the parsley that finely lovely eyes,” Sutan smiled, stirring the pasta puttanesca sauce they had made together. Sutan wasn’t necessarily the best cook in the world, neither he or Raja ever really picking up on their mothers love of spending time in the kitchen, but he could do a few dishes well, and after seeing Violet’s fridge, he had made it a mission to make sure his girlfriend had a minimum of culinary experience.
“Oh,” Violet paused, looking down at the cutting board. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Sutan pressed a quick kiss against her temple, standing side by side in the kitchen surprisingly nice. “I know it’ll be just as amazing as your holiday dress.”
“Please,” Violet smiled, though Sutan could see on her face that she was pleased. He wasn’t going to buy anything at the show, but he was still coming along, both to test one of his newer models, but also because he wanted to see what Violet had created in action.
“I’m serious.”
The sauce was almost done, Violet pulling a face when she had seen him slice up the anchovies, but Sutan was pretty sure that she’d like the dish, if what she tended to gravitate towards could be used as any indication.
“Would you mind setting the table?”
“Not at all,” Violet smiled, putting the knife down, quickly washing her fingers, her jewelry left in the little bowl by the sink that Raja and sometimes Raven had used when they all lived together.
Sutan hadn’t actually noticed it until Violet had dumped her rings into it, the fact that it was there completely escaping his attention, interior design never something that had interested him.
When he had gotten married to Kahmora, he had moved from this apartment directly into her place and back again after their divorce, how she wanted things decorated not anything that had mattered to him in the short time they had been married.
He had never really lived with Jinkx, their relationship thankfully never moving any further than their disastrous engagement, but he was fairly certain that he wouldn’t have been asked about his preferences, shame momentarily curling in his belly at the thought of how unfair and terrible he had been to Jinkx.
“Sutan?” He was pulled out of his thoughts by Violet’s voice, the woman standing by his cabinet with a smile on her face. “Did you buy wine? To have with dinner?”
“I got us a bottle of red.”
“Okay,” Violet nodded, grabbing the wine glasses from the shelf. Juju used to complain when she came over, and had told both Raja and Sutan multiple times that the apartment was furnished for giants, but Violet never had trouble getting anything.
Sutan’s alarm went off, telling him it was time to drain the pasta, Violet handing him two plates so he could serve up their meal, both of them sitting down at the table.
“Do you like it?” Sutan smiled as he watched Violet taste the food, a thoughtful expression on her face as she chewed on it.
“It’s fine.”
“So you hate it?” Sutan lifted an eyebrow, a smirk on his face.
“No!” Violet seemed outraged. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” Violet kicked him under the table, smiling now. “It’s nice.”
“Sure,” Sutan laughed, Violet’s deadpan deliveries still something he was getting used to, her dry humor a lot more enjoyable than he had ever imagined. “Good.”
They ate for a while, chatting back and forth, Sutan refilling their glasses, Violet almost finished with her pasta when she put down her fork.
“I-” Violet looked at him, her teeth biting into her lip. “I’ve been thinking about Aspen?”
“Yes?”
“And I’d like to go.”
“Oh?” Sutan wasn’t aware that it had been something she had been considering, the fact that she was even thinking about turning it down not even crossing his mind.
“Well I’m glad.” Sutan smiled, hiding his confusion. “Mostly because I already booked your plane ticket.”
“Really?” Violet sounded genuinely surprised, almost as if she wasn’t sure if he had been serious about the offer.
“Really, not that I would have forced you to come.” Sutan tapped her foot under the table, Violet still such a mystery to him. “Raven on the other hand,” Sutan smiled. “That could have been a problem, since she’s bought matching everything for you two.”
“... What?”
***
ADORE: Courtney’s a vegan, you know.
BIANCA: Yeah, she told me.
ADORE: I keep forgetting like an asshole so I just wanted to make sure you knew and would have some vegan stuff on thurs
BIANCA: It’s gonna be 100% vegan, I hired a chef to cater. She even making vegan relleno de pavo
ADORE: WAIT WHAT
ADORE: How the FUCK do you make vegan relleno de pavo?
BIANCA: I dunno, but she’s a professional.
ADORE: And what about the corn pudding? IT NEEDS BUTTER
BIANCA: Would you relax? It’ll be delicious
ADORE: WHAT ABOUT THE TURKEY
BIANCA: I don’t eat turkey. You’re outvoted 2 to 1.
ADORE: BIANCA DEL RIO I’VE HAD A VERY TRAUMATIC WEEK! IT’S THANKSGIVING! TURKEY!
BIANCA: I’ll get you a package of fucking Hillshire Farm, calm down
ADORE: I want to be mad at that but I love Hillshire Farm. lol
BIANCA: You’re welcome
BIANCA: Btw you’re also welcome to cook whatever you like and contribute to the meal
ADORE: Um...no thanks
BIANCA: Thought so, cunt
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Charity: Water’s Give Guide (including non-monetary generosity)
Supporters like you have been so generous all year long. Even in a year like 2020, you’ve continued to show up when we’ve needed you most.
Tomorrow, on Giving Tuesday, we’re asking you to show up again—but not for charity: water.
We know firsthand how incredible this community is, and if there’s anything the world needs right now, it’s the pure goodness we’ve experienced from people like you. So here’s what we’re thinking:
Pick one way—any way!—to be generous tomorrow. Our whole team will be joining in on the fun with generous endeavors of our own. Here’s a
not-so-short list
to help you get started:
THE SAFE-AT-HOME
GIVE GUIDE
Send your sibling a photo of a puppy and tell them its unbearable cuteness reminded you of them.
Your fridge could almost definitely use a deep cleaning. Be the one who makes it happen.
Curate a playlist and send it to someone you miss dancing with—make sure every song is a banger.
Take a virtual yoga class with your most-stressed family member.
Save energy! Turn off a few lights.
Your friend shared an accomplishment on social media! Celebrate their hard work with an enthusiastic comment. (Emojis are not optional.)
Leave encouraging comments on social media, news articles, or anywhere they'd cause a smile.
Sort through your books and gift the ones you don't need anymore.
Throw an unbirthday party for one of your housemates or family members, complete with an unbirthday treat.
Collect all of the best instrumental videos and throw an in-house or virtual karaoke party.
Using reusable masks? Gather everyone's and put them through the laundry. Goodbye, germs!
Rent some movies from the library (the more obscure, the better) and throw an at-home movie night with everyone's favorite snacks.
Write to a long lost friend.
Invite a friend to join you for a virtual museum tour (like the MoMA or Musée D'Orsay).
Set up a video chat with someone who lives alone.
Call someone you haven't checked in on recently.
Leave your USPS mail carrier a friendly note.
Leave a glowing review for your favorite restaurant.
Propagate a plant.
Clean the bathroom. Someone's gotta do it, and today, you are that champion.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD MVP
GIVE GUIDE
Put your child back in that superhero Halloween costume and go door-to-door delivering candy like it's a backwards Halloween (neewollaH?).
Take your neighbor's newspaper from the driveway up to their door.
Dial up the happiest playlist you can find and have socially-distanced driveway dance parties.
Rake your neighbor's leaves.
Volunteer to walk neighborhood pets whose owners could use a break.
Have a new neighbor? Share a list of all the amazing local restaurants they should try and what to order from each. Bonus: send a pizza from your favorite local shop.
Leave a box of cookies on your neighbor’s doorstep, ring the bell, and get the heck out of there.
Put together a Creativity Box for a neighborhood family with kids. Fill it with coloring books, games, puzzles—anything that gives parents 20 minutes to make dinner without interruption!
Buy a bouquet of fresh flowers and put a single flower on each of your neighbors' doorsteps.
Slip friendly notes into your neighbor's mailbox.
Visit VolunteerMatch.org to get matched with a local volunteer opportunity—anything from delivering meal kits to putting up flyers for kitten adoption.
Clean up your nearest park.
Walk the dogs at your local animal shelter.
Deliver flowers to your local nursing home to bring joy to the residents and staff.
Say hello to your neighbors when you pass each other on the street.
Hand out a flyer with all of the special skills you're willing and able to share. (A+ cookie baker? Star virtual math tutor? Pro headlight replacer? All valid skills!)
Order takeout from a local restaurant you've never tried before.
Start a neighborhood activity swap. Every week, rotate a new activity (like puzzles, board games, books, movies) from one house to the next.
Offer to go to the post office or the grocery store for your elderly neighbors.
Know a neighbor who can't be with family this year? Invite them to share one of your family's traditions, even if virtually!
THE MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS
(BUT IT CAN BUY PIZZA)
GIVE GUIDE
Venmo the student in your life so they can order delivery while they study for finals.
Buy coffee for the person in line behind you.
Pay for a stranger’s groceries.
Pizza. Someone in your life needs a pizza delivery.
Take care of your neighbors and donate to a local mutual aid or food pantry.
Deliver a round of hot coffees to the women and men working at a nearby construction site.
Help someone pay rent.
Does a teacher in your life need school supplies? Send that hero a gift card.
Your family member deserves flowers. (You know which one.)
Pick up a surprise dinner for your roommates (or your family!) from a local restaurant.
Need to purchase gifts this holiday season? Shop from small businesses.
Create an "emergency kit" for a friend with a few of their favorite snacks and a gift card.
Gift a book to a student.
Tip your delivery driver 40%.
Count the number of tabs you have open. Donate that number of dollars to your favorite charities.
Ask the florist for a bouquet that would make someone's day. Then, buy that bouquet for the florist.
Give a parent a well-deserved night off. Deliver pizza and a movie to their front door.
Send a friend an IOU for a hot beverage to enjoy the next time you're together.
Send donuts to a local elementary school faculty room.
Support a friend who is doing good work in the world.
THE BROKE COLLEGE STUDENT
GIVE GUIDE
Leave a life-affirming note on a stranger’s car window.
Give a friend or neighbor a coupon for snow removal. During the next storm, show up with a shovel and a smile.
Marie Kondo your pantry and donate the excess to a local food bank.
Donate gently-used clothing and give someone else a chance to love the sweater that lives in the back corner of your closet.
Plant a tree.
Write a bunch of hope-filled messages and deliver them to an assisted living home.
Volunteer your time to do whatever it is you do best: review resumes, help form a financial plan, design a logo, organize a pantry, take photos.
Share a list of your favorite recipes with someone who has made way too many meals at home since March.
Share a funny memory with a friend you haven't talked to in a long time.
Set up a themed video chat with people you've been meaning to get in touch with.
Help someone do something they've been avoiding: clothing repair, shipping packages, putting up or taking down decorations. Team work makes the dream work.
Write thank you notes to hospital workers and encouraging letters to patients.
Ask a grandparent/parent/sibling about their favorite memory. Then record it.
Give someone the benefit of the doubt.
Write haikus about your favorite people and send them throughout the day.
Respond to your favorite newsletter writer and tell them how much you enjoy their writing.
Become pen pals with a senior citizen.
Share a compliment with a coworker.
Channel your inner gameshow host and plan a virtual game night.
Text an encouraging note to a friend, just because.
THE CRAFT QUEEN
GIVE GUIDE
Bake some homemade pet treats and drop them off at your local animal shelter.
Create a Powerpoint explaining exactly why your best friend is awesome. Present it to them via Zoom.
Make an old-school holiday ornament for a friend with that picture you took together in 5th grade.
Give the gift of not having to look for boxes of gift wrap in the basement. Drop off homemade wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows to friends and neighbors.
Present handmade awards to your quarantine pod. Options include “Best Quarantine Haircut” and ”Most Likely to Selflessly Wash Our Dishes."
Make encouraging bookmarks and give them to your local librarians.
Print out old (we're talking waaaay back) photos. Send them out in the mail so everyone can remember and enjoy happy times spent together.
Make a family tree. Instead of pictures, use hilarious memories or quotable moments.
Send a scrapbook filled with inside jokes to your siblings or oldest friends.
Make a Snow Day box (candle, hot chocolate, a good book, fuzzy socks) and send it to a friend.
Invite your favorite 5-year-old to color with you on a video chat.
Keep a running list (or a wall of post-it notes!) of all the awesome things you've noticed people doing recently. There's so much kindness in the world when we're looking for it.
Give people who walk past your house a reason to smile! Put colorful art or encouraging signs in your front windows.
Draw portraits of your neighbors' pets. Deliver them with a few treats.
Spruce up your housemate's work-from-home station.
Make handmade cards for residents at a local nursing home.
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2019 Draco x Reader Secret Santa Gift Exchange - - Inevitable
masterlist request guidelines i know, i know...it’s been a bit. this is for @eltanin-malfoy ‘s secret santa gift exchange.
pairing: draco x reader
requested: kind of! this is part of the xmas gift exchange :)) also i hate to say this but i kind of deviated from the request...i wanted to make it a bit longer and didn’t like how it specified how they were the only two students left at hogwarts...wanted to mix it up some :)))))))))
summary: ravenclaw y/n is remaining at hogwarts over the holidays to study for N.E.W.T.S while her family is away on business. despite never really having been close to him before, y/n begins to form an unlikely connection.
warnings: just swearing and underage drinking and a mention of a sexual relationship between snape and a student (don’t worry...NOT the central focus and just an anecdote provided).
a/n: damn....it’s really been like....almost two months. i’ve been logging on and off occasionally to see what’s been going on. i know that there were a lot of requests over the summer that kind of sunk that i never got to, and to that i’m very sorry. maybe one day i’ll be able to get back to them (i’m thinking of doing so over the next summer!!). i’m so so so thankful for the fact that you guys are still here, reading my content and enjoying draco malfoy as much as i am. i love this community and feel very blessed to be a part of it.
music recs: any christmas music!!
word count: 3,859
“And you’re sure that you’re alright with staying behind?”
Y/N sighed, twisted her hair into a knot behind her neck in a nervous gesture. “Yes, Mum. It’s really okay. I hope you and Dad have a good time in Paris.”
“You know we won’t,” her mother said. “I can’t believe we have to work through the holidays.”
“I’m sorry Mum.” Y/N took a glance out the window, watching the rest of her friends leave the grounds with the intention of catching the train back to London. “If it makes you feel any better, I think I’m one of the only students staying here this winter. I’ll just be working too.”
“Be sure to write often.” There was a brief pause before Y/N could hear some commotion in the background, and her mother’s face, which had previously been gazing at her from the common room coals turned. “I’ve got to go, dearie. Love you!”
With that, the fire was extinguished, and Y/N was left to sit alone in the empty Ravenclaw common room. It was rather dark now that the sun was hanging lower in the sky, and every sound she made echoed. She had never noticed just how much space her housemates took up until they had gone home.
Once Y/N had gotten over her miniature pity party, she gathered up her robes and headed down to the dining hall. There was one particular Slytherin girl, Daphne, who she knew was staying behind for sure. There was something about the Slytherin house staying over the holiday break to study for N.E.W.T.S...or perhaps all their parents had gotten sick of them and their snooty attitudes by this point.
Y/N snorted ungraciously at this notion as she entered the dining hall, pushing open the two large doors. The eerie hum of quiet chatter hit her ears instead of the familiar roar of 4 houses, and her footsteps echoed--actually echoed--as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table. She quickly changed her mind when she saw Daphne waving at her from the sparsely populated Slytherin table.
“Over here, Y/L/N,” she called, shoving someone who was sitting next to her to the side. Y/N couldn’t get a good look at who it was, but the long, flowing dark locks suggested that it was Pansy. “Move, Pans. We have special company.”
Y/N gratefully accepted the offer, ditching her completely empty table and sliding in next to her Potions partner.
“Thanks, Greengrass.” Y/N never understood the Slytherin obsession with calling acquaintances by their last name, but on Merlin was she going to follow that rule whilst she was the only friend she had.
“Of course,” Daphne responded, daintily picking at the food on her plate while Y/N grabbed a roll and spooned stew into her bowl. “Just don’t embarrass us too much, you know. Blue and green just don’t really...vibe well. We’ll have to get you a Slytherin tie for the holidays if you don’t want to be harassed in the common room.”
“In the...what?”
“In the common room,” Pansy said, barely looking up from her own plate. “You don’t seriously think we’re going to leave you to go up to an empty dorm every night, right?”
“Does...that....huh?” Y/N knew that her mouth was gaped unceremoniously open, but she didn’t know how else to act. The Slytherins were...inviting her to live with them?
“Yeah, Pans and I have an extra bed now that Millicent is off in Peru on holiday,” Daphne said nonchalantly.
“Does that mean I get to call you Daphne now, or...”
She laughed, her perfectly straight white teeth glinting in the light. “If it makes you happy. Only me though. Or Pansy. Anyone else will have a bit of an attitude.”
Y/N smiled nervously, pushing her stew around with a spoon. “I really wasn’t expecting this, Thanks for not making me spend the holidays completely alone.”
“Honestly,” Pansy said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t get why people give Slytherins such a selfish rap. Look at how empathetic and caring we are.”
Y/N laughed, casting her eyes up from her food and taking in the table. The 6th year Slytherins were well-represented, with Zabini, Nott, and....Malfoy? She frowned at him. Malfoy had blabbed the entire year to all of his croonies about how well-regarded he was in family and how he was such an integral part of his father’s work. It was surprising to see him at Hogwarts and not home, where he would’ve been much more useful to his family. The extra line in his scowl suggested to Y/N that he was well aware of the fact and was staying against his will. Then again, she could’ve been wrong. She’d had some classes with him, but they’d never personally spoken, but it didn’t take much for her to draw the conclusion that he was a spoiled prat.
She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t think to pull her eyes away when Malfoy turned away from his conversation with Zabini, his head tilting in her direction. His grey eyes snapped up from the table to meet hers, and she jerked away the moment they made contact. Y/N stared at the table as nonchalantly as she could, counting 7 cracks in the wood before she felt confident enough to peek back up again. Malfoy was turned back around, talking a bit more animatedly to his friends.
That was weird she thought, putting her energy back into her stew. I’m never looking that direction again.
<^>
The Slytherin bunk beds felt slightly more comfortable than the Ravenclaw ones. “Daddy’s money always makes for a thicker cushion,” Pansy said to this observation as she rifled through her drawers, trying to find a few acceptable pieces for Y/N to borrow. “I don’t have an extra jumper, but I’ll be right back. I know someone who does.”
“Isn’t this kind of extra?” Y/N asked Daphne as Pansy dashed off through the open dorm door. “I’ll just avoid wearing blue stuff. I swear.”
She laughed at this, tossing an extra Slytherin tie on Y/N’s bed. “It’s weird. I think it’s kind of a Slytherin thing. It’s fun to indoctrinate you or something like that.”
“Kind of kinky.”
The two snickered as Y/N continued to unpack her things into Millicent’s now empty drawer, shoving her sweats and unmarked sweaters to fit as much as she could.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but if it floats your boat.”
“You’re gonna love me for this,” a prim voice sang from the doorway. Y/N turned to see Pansy holding a bundle of clothes. “Full set of Slytherin robes. I say that you try and convince everyone that you’ve been in this house the whole time.”
Y/N cackled at this. “I feel like I’m rooming with absolute lunatics.”
“Because you are, darling.” Pansy flounced forward, pinching Y/N’s cheek. “Anyways. I say you get changed into something a little less...blue...and we go to the first Christmas party of the year. I hear it starts at 11.”
With that, the girls descended into a flurry of motion. Y/N slipped into one of Daphne’s deep emerald dresses, which felt more expensive than her family’s home, and prayed that it would stay intact for the rest of the night. She was never a wild partier, but she would never forgive herself if a rogue glass of mulled firewhiskey found its way onto the expensive velvet fabric. It felt uncomfortably tight and revealing, so she snatched the first Slytherin article of clothing she could find--what appeared to be a black cape with a snake emblem on it--and draped it over her shoulders.
“Let’s talk about girl things,” Pansy announced as she took out her makeup bag and sat herself in front of the mirror. Daphne smiled in exasperation. “I know all about Daphne’s vast experiences with Blaise, but I know nothing about you, Y/N. Got any horrid men messing up your educational experience?”
Y/N laughed as she finished trying to spell her hair smooth. “No. Not really. I wish. I was into this one guy in my Charms class this September, but he turned out to be a whole clown.”
“Oh, ick.” Pansy paused just long enough to make eye contact in the mirror and send her a disgusted expression. “I hate men. Except for mine, of course. “
“And that is...?” prodded Y/N.
“If I told you, it’d ruin all the fun,” Pansy teased. “He does look good in red, though. I’ll let you know that. Do with that information what you will.”
“A Gryffindor?! Aren’t you afraid that he’s gonna kill himself cliff-jumping over the holidays or something?”
“Oh, hush little Y/N. He’s here for a good time, not a long time.”
Daphne snorted from her corner of the room, sending Y/N a look that said “see what I have to deal with?”.
11 came around sooner than expected. Y/N’s dress was feeling tighter with each breath she took, her anxiety brewing within her. Despite being on friendly terms with Daphne for a season, she had never been invited to a Slytherin party, but she had heard plenty of morning after stories that left her wondering what really went on.
Now I’m going to find out she mused, running her fingerpads over her ring.
“Are you going to just stand here or are you going to open the door, kiddo?” Pansy’s voice sounded behind her, shaking her out of her thoughts.
“Don’t be fucking rude, Pans,” Daphne chided. “This is a monumental moment for Ravenclawkind.”
<^>
Y/N never thought that she’d see people getting absolutely trashed to Frank Sinatra’s christmas album, but her first Slytherin party shook this preconceived notion. The moment she stepped into the common room, Daphne pressed a hot goblet into her hand that was full of something that smelled suspiciously like fire.
“It’s a Slytherin specialty,” she explained. “Firewhiskey, but with more fire.”
Whatever it was, it tasted good. Really, really good. If Y/N hadn’t been so nervous, she would’ve downed the goblet in one go, but she knew better and only took small sips. Daphne and Pansy were a little less conservative, pouring themselves a third go before she had even finished her first.
“So proper,” Daphne managed to get out as she looked at Y/N, an amused expression on her face. “Come on and be festive.”
Y/N managed to hold off on heavy drinking and instead retired to a dark green leather armchair, choosing to people watch. The Slytherins were stumbling about in a fashion that was very unSlytherin-esque but oddly charming. Pansy was chatting up Nott and Malfoy, and when she saw Y/N sitting alone, she grabbed the two boys by the tie and dragged them over.
Malfoy didn’t look nearly as hammered as his companions as he stared daggers at Pansy’s hand, clutched at the emerald fabric encircling his neck. They were standing in front of her in moments with Pansy smiling goofily.
“Y/N, doll,” she began, dropping the ties and reaching out to grab Y/N’s hands. “Have you met my friends? Draco and Theo?”
“Why are you wearing my cape?” Draco’s voice cut past Pansy’s easily with his posh accent.
“Your...what? Are you talking to me?” Y/N asked, her mind clouded with confusion.
“Er, yeah,” Malfoy said, motioning towards the cloak settled over her shoulders. “That’s mine.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Y/N shifted awkwardly, working it off her shoulders and holding it out to him. “You can have it back, if you want. Pansy just said that I could borrow it.”
Malfoy stared at her, his silver eyes flickering in the dim light. He seemed very out of place--the Malfoy energy didn’t exactly match with the classic Christmas love songs that were echoing through the room.His pale hair reflected the festive green lights strung up around the dungeon ceiling and walls, making it look much colder than she thought it normally did.
It took him clearing his throat for her to realize that she’d been staring again and that no, he hadn’t reached out his arm to take the cape.
“It’s yours now,” he said stiffly.
“Ooooookaaaaay,” Pansy sang, slipping her arm through Nott’s and shoving Malfoy towards the couch. “Looks like you two need to talk this out! I’ll be going!”
With that, she darted off, leaving a very awkward looking Malfoy standing substantially closer to her.
“You can sit down if you want,” Y/N said, a wave a boldness washing over her. So what, he was cute, and there was nothing stopping her from talking to him now. “I don’t bite.”
He seemed receptive to this, settling down onto the couch and leaving a healthy distance between them. “Your name is Y/N, right?”
She was surprised by this. There was no point in time where she was referred to anything but Y/LN in front of him, but it appeared as if he somehow knew her first name anyways. “And you’re Draco?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me to call you Draco or Malfoy?” she pushed, curling her legs up under her and turning to look at him better. Now that he was just about a foot away from her, she could see that his hair was slightly ruffled.
“Whichever you fancy,” he answered.
“Do we have Potions together?”
Before Draco could fully answer, there was an explosion of motion behind them and an infectious spread of laughter.
“Mistletoe!” Pansy gleefully shrieked from somewhere out of Y/N’s line of sight as a floating patch of greenery made its way through the common room air.
“The fuck is that?” Y/N cast a questioning look at Draco. “What’s the point of mistletoe if it doesn’t stay still?”
“It’ll stop in a moment. It goes to the pair with the most chemistry in the room.”
“That sounds kind of dangerous.”
“Oh, believe me.” Draco’s face broke into a rare smile, revealing dimples that Y/N had never seen before. “I heard that one time Snape walked in while that thing was floating about. It stopped over the heads of him and one of the 8th years. The cruelest thing is that it won’t leave the pair alone until they kiss.”
Y/N closed her gaping jaw and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I wish I could return to the point in my life where I didn’t know that information.”
He smiled a little wider, his eyes seeming to be a little warmer now. Their was a strange fluttering inside of Y/N’s stomach, but she chalked it up to the firewhiskey. The distance between them had shrunk significantly since they had first begun to talk, and now they were so close that Y/N could smell his cologne--a tasteful mix of pine and mint.
Her throat dried up as she saw Draco blink slowly, resting his chin in his hand and looking at her in a way that made her feel...not right. Wasn’t he supposed to be a prick? Her attention was caught by a flash of green leaves in her peripheral vision, speeding towards their direction.
“I should go,” she hastened, grabbing the cape and pulling it snug over her shoulders. His eyebrows raised the slightest bit in interest, but he didn’t seem to move at all. “I’ll....er....see you around, okay?”
With that, she booked it to her room.
<^>
“I’m never drinking again!” Pansy’s shrill voice awoke Y/N from a rather deep slumber. “I swear to Merlin, Daph! Never let me do that again!”
Y/N leaned over the side of the bunk, glaring down at the two girls. “Can you be a bit quieter? Some of us are trying to get some sleep here.”
Daphne rolled her eyes. “And some of us are trying to get up in time to get a good study spot in the library. Care to join us, princess?”
While it pained Y/N to admit, Daphne was probably right--every single student staying at Hogwarts over the break was there with the purpose of studying for N.E.W.T.S, meaning that the library was going to be overflowing. A quick glance at the clock on the wall confirmed her suspicions--most spots were probably already taken at 11 in the morning, and they’d be lucky to even find a table open at this time.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Y/N moaned, sliding down from the bunk to get dressed. They all readied quickly--after all, studying wasn’t the most glamorous event--and made their way down to the library.
“Damn, there’s only a few spots left open.” Daphne frowned as she surveyed the room. Sure enough, there were no empty tables, just scattered empty seats throughout the library.
“Guess we’re splitting up then,” Pansy said. “We can all meet up in an hour for lunch. Until then, good luck! I have some Wide-eye potion if either of your hangovers get too bad.”
Y/N snorted at this, turning away to find her own spot. If she was lucky, there’d be an empty seat by the windows that overlooked the forest. It was snowing, and she wanted nothing more than to watch snow fall as she revised.
Thankfully, there was exactly one empty seat, but unthankfully, this seat was next to a certain someone.
“Hi Draco,” she greeted, immediately wishing that she had just kept her mouth shut. Her tone of voice was way too cringy.
He looked up from his Charms essay, his face lighting up when he saw who it was. “Hello.”
“Do you mind if I sit here?” She motioned towards the empty chair, and he shook his head, even going as far as pulling out the chair for her. “Thanks.”
Draco nodded but turned his attention back to his essay, dipping his quill back into his inkwell and continuing to write. Y/N rested her chin in her hand as she watched the snow swirl outside the window and paint the trees white.
After a bit, she unpacked her books and began to read up on outlawed hexes. Every once and a while, Draco’s elbow would bump her arm as he immersed himself in his essay.
“Isn’t that my tie?” Draco asked, his voice breaking the silence.
“What?” Y/N’s eyes cast down to the Slytherin tie she had haphazardly thrown on that morning and caught something she hadn’t noticed before--the Malfoy crest.
“Oh,” she said. “Pansy gave me a whole bundle of things. I’m assuming all of it was yours. I don’t plan on keeping this stuff, by the way. Once I go back to Ravenclaw, I’m never wearing green again.”
“Shh!” A random student looked up from their work to glare at Y/N. She whispered a quick apology before turning back to admire Draco’s amused expression.
“Those are fighting words,” he told her simply, quirking an eyebrow and tapping his lip with his quill like he was thinking.
“Can I see your quill?” she asked suddenly, holding her palm out. The feather was something she had never seen before--it shimmered with some kind of charm that projected silver light. Without a word in response, he passed it to her, his hand dragging across her palm for a second as he placed it in her hand. She shivered--his hand was surprisingly warm considering his fairly cool demeanor.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “Very wintery.”
“That’s not a word,” he said matter-of-factly, but one glance at him was enough to tell that he wasn’t being serious.
“You’re insufferable,” Y/N told him. “But you must know that.”
His face broke into another smile, lines forming around his silver eyes. “Insufferably wonderful.”
“Seriously, can you guys shut up?” the same Slytherin asked from the other end of the table. “Some of us are actually trying to work.”
“Yeah, take a walk if you guys can’t be quiet,” another Slytherin added.
Draco sent them both a death glare that made them turn back around and get back to their work without another word of caution.
“Maybe I should leave,” Y/N offered, motioning to the blizzard outside. “I like the snow anyways. You can come with me if you’d like.”
His dimples pressed into his cheeks again at this as he packed up his things, a bit haphazardly and carelessly. “I think a walk sounds great.”
The two made their way out of the library, passing by Pansy who sent them a curious look. The library doors were obnoxiously loud to open, and it took both of them throwing all of their weight into them to get out.
“I hear they’re harder to open the more students are inside,” said Y/N absentmindedly.
“And where did you read that?”
“Hogwarts: a History, I think.”
“Of course.” Draco seemed amused at this--which was admittedly a great look on him. Today he had worn a white collared shirt, the collars barely peeking out of the dark green jumper he wore over it. That color always looked absolutely stunning next to his near-white hair...something made Y/N feel warm for noticing.
“So....er....” Y/N struggled to stay upright on a particularly slick patch of ice. Draco’s arm shot out to steady her. “Oh, er, thanks. Are you enjoying the holidays?”
His eyes crinkled at the edges. “Yes, I guess so. You?”
“They could be better.” One of his eyebrows arched. “Er, no, I mean, not because of you, because of all the studying I have to get done.”
“I almost forgot you were a Ravenclaw,” he teased. A few snowflakes had nestled themselves into his eyelashes, and he looked indescribable to Y/N.
He cleared his throat, and Y/N stopped staring.
They walked in silence around the grounds for a bit, and Y/N cursed herself for not wearing any gloves. The winter air swirled with snowflakes that stuck to her bare skin, and Y/N shivered a little more with every step she took.
“D’you want my--”
Draco’s proposition was cut short by the sound of something whizzing through the air.
“How did that get out of the common room?” Draco said instead, motioning with his head to the flying patch of greenery that was coming their way.
“I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s out now.”
The two waited awkwardly for a few seconds, and Y/N was sure that they were both praying that the mistletoe would change its course and veer back in the direction of the castle, but it didn’t. It made its way straight for them, hardly stopped at all through the battering of the blizzard.
It stopped only when it was directly above the two of them. When Y/N tried to lean away, it was like she hit a forcefield that forced her back in, even closer to Draco. He seemed concerned at this, running his fingers through his hair once and sighing.
“I guess this was inevitable,” he said, offering further explanation when he saw Y/N’s confused expression. “I saw it heading towards us last night. If we had gone to another Christmas party, I’m sure it would’ve found us anyways.”
“Maybe it’s better that it’s here than in public,” Y/N mused. Before she could add anything else, Draco took his gloves off and took her hands in his.
“Another reason why this was inevitable,” he began, dropping her right hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face, “Was that I was planning on doing this anyways.”
final a/n: sorry i really really didn’t feel like writing a kiss scene and also i procrastinated and started this yesterday and that was NOT the move i’m so so sorry kings and queens and nonbinary royalty--i hope you can enjoy the lead-up and use your imagination to fill in the blanks that i have left (please please please don’t kill me). alright love u all and merry xmas. wonders of ohio is coming out soon and is in progress
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Super Junior as Husbands
Request: hey there ;) would you write for SuJu as well? If so I'd looooove to request a SuJu as husband drabble. If you don't want to write for them just ignore the ask and enjoy the compliment! Loved your take on Monsta X as dads, so so cute
A/N: this took me quite a while to do since there are so many members haha. I hope you like it!
Siwon: Siwon is known to be very optimistic and enthusiastic so no doubt would your relationship be very fun and filled with joy. He is also very friendly and would honestly win your family over at first glance. Some dates with your hubby would include volunteering with UNICEF and cute cafe dates. On some days when you don’t feel like cooking, you’re in luck because Siwon is a god at cooking. Whatever you want to eat, he would do his best to make it just for you. He is known to be a very flexible guy and adapts to change very well so if there is any conflict, he would no doubt be the first out of the two of you to suggest a solution that does not compromise your arguments too much. Moving, this guy will always be loyal to you. He respects women a lot and would never ever cheat on you. This will probably put your mind at ease knowing that your man will never look at another woman except for you. But that does not mean to abuse his trust. He will nonverbally expect you to do the same. One of the few flaws that Siwon has is trying to not rely on you when he needs it. He has that mentality that he can make it on his own without burdening you. It might take a couple of encouragements (and maybe arguments) before Siwon knows that his burdens are your burdens and vice versa.
Leeteuk: Now, since Leeteuk is the leader, he has a lot of pressure being the ideal member. This will most likely follow through to marriage where he thinks that he has to be the perfect husband for you. You would have to remind him that you don’t expect to be the most perfect man for you and that you just want him to be who he is. He is the most respectful human being you will ever meet. Your parents would probably feel bad when he keeps bowing to them, thanking them for giving you to him. In addition, Leeteuk is known to be very supportive of others so no doubt, he will be very, very supportive of your career in whatever field you choose. One of his pros is that he rarely gets angry. He will always talk out problems with you, no matter how serious or silly they are. Every argument will always end up in the two of you hugging it out. One thing that Leeteuk is known for is sometimes taking responsibility for others’ actions. He wouldn’t realize that he is doing it because he is so used to doing it. Most likely will he do that with you so just make sure that you take responsibility for every action that you do.
Heechul: Heechul would be such a playful husband, honestly. Every single day with him would be extremely loud and fun. It would be as if you were at an amusement park. Although every day might be very joyful, there are some days where both of you are just not feeling each other. He has a very short temper so there might be arguments between the two of you. Of course, it would end in laughter and cuddles. To Heechul, punctuality is very very important to him. Expect the wedding to be going by the schedule in every second of the event. Speaking of weddings, don’t think he will sit and go by your opinions; he will most definitely have opinions of his own about how he wants the wedding to look like. He honestly might just wear a blue suit because why not. In the end, you guys might have quite a few arguments, there is nothing better than spending your whole life with your soulmate.
Yesung: Yesung is very much a sweetheart so give yourself a slap on the back for catching a guy like him. He is very sensitive and would hold a lot of emotions. He probably cried like two gallons worth of tears at your guys’ wedding. Now, although you might be married to Yesung, you’re practically married to Eunhyuk based on how much the guys hang out at your place. As said on shows. It was mentioned on shows but Yesung loves to touch his members’ lips while they sleep. Don’t think you’re an exception to this either. You’ll probably wake up to Yesung touching your lips since 5 am. Your honeymoon will most likely be in Canada since it’s his dream to have his honeymoon there. The two of you would be such as a touristy couple. In all, being married to Yesung is like being married to a teddy bear.
Shindong: Like Heechul, marriage life with Shindong is basically like being with a high-class jester. He would no doubt make you laugh everyday with his witty comments and weird personality. One of his many talents is being an amazing videographer so some moments of your life would be filmed but not necessarily be put on public display; it’s for his eyes only. At times, both of you would have a deep conversation about Korean society and how he is made fun of only for his size. You would have to remind him that his size does not define his whole personality and how he is worth more than his appearance. In all, love and remind Shindong for the whole he is, not what he portrays to the public.
Sungmin: He is known to be the god at doing everything and anything. You would have no problem with learning things from him. If you don’t know how to play the guitar, well, expect him to teach you. A pro of his is that he is very calm and patient, so he won’t be frustrated with you when you might be a bit slow at learning; this type of personality is very great for teachers because it puts their students in a more calm environment and not put their student in stress mode, trying to grasp the lesson. Maybe after a couple of lessons, you would want to give your lovely husband a gift for his hard work. Just know that he does not like getting expensive gifts. He is that type of person where he feels the burden of receiving such an expensive gift; almost as if he owes you something bigger. Halloween would honestly be his favorite holiday because he loves pumpkins and squashes. What better holiday than Halloween would have all month long pumpkins?! Moving to living with Sungmin. Now, he is known to be OCD so it would not be surprising that the house will be spotless. He’s like a housewife in his own way. At times, the two of you would just be in different rooms at home without being mad at each other. That’s because Sungmin values his alone time and he absolutely needs it (like everyone else) to maintain his energy and mental health. In all, he would be a very sweet husband towards you and would love you endlessly.
Eunhyuk: Eunhyuk would be one of the humblest husbands out there. Because he grew up in a poor household, he knows how to utilize his money. It has been studied that adults who grew up poor are more stress than their middle-class counterparts. With this study, Eunhyuk might be more stress than others, specifically financial reasons. Although the two of you might be well off and are not struggling to meet ends meet, he would ponder over savings and what to spend on. In addition, growing up in poor conditions didn’t allow him to take classes but he was still able to practice dancing by himself as a kid, which shows that he is very talented. This indicates that he is very passionate about things that he takes interest in. Whatever he might be interested, he will put 150% into it. If you were to want him to teach you something that he loves to do, no doubt would he put his hard work into it. You might even become a pro after a day of lessons with him. You know those cute little moments where couples feed each other their food? Yea that probably won’t happen with Eunhyuk. Not only does he despised cringy moments but he hates sharing his food. Don’t think just because you’re married to him does he make an exception; maybe like once or twice. He is the third sensitive baby here. When arguments occur, he would go to another room and cry it all out. You would have to hold him and remind him that you are here for him. Fun fact: Hyuk loves stuff animals and sleeping with a lot of pillows and plushies near him. Your guys’ bed would be filled with pillows and plushies and you would wake up with him all of the floors with him either hugging you or his giant plushie.
Donghae: Since he is considered the prince of the group, you snatched yourself a royal. He would be such a cute husband. Since he is very close to his parents, specifically his father, he would want you to have the same type of relationship with your parents-in-law. Maybe not as close as he is with his father because that might be a bit difficult, but he would want you to have a good relationship with them. Because of his relationship with his father, Donghae would want the same with his child in the future. Moving on, one fact that is known about Donghae is that he is very affectionate and responsible. Expect that even if you’re with other members, you’ll still be snuggled by Donghae. He would not waste any space that is between the two of you. If you needed him to look after the pets and your cousins, he would no doubt do a good job with it. Being a responsible baby makes him trustworthy to do anything. At times, Donghae would pull you up early in the morning to go to the gym with him because he loves to exercise. In the scenario that you don’t like to exercise, he would still drag you to the gym but maybe not as often. Another known fact about Donghae is that he hates to eat alone or being alone, explaining why he is very affectionate. He would expect you to be there to eat with him for every meal so he can tell you about his day and you can tell him about your day. In addition, Donghae loves to be cared for and you would most likely baby him so often, like Heechul. Overall, Donghae and you would have a loving relationship where both of you would baby each other to death.
Ryeowook: Ryeowook would be such a sweetheart towards you. He would love to cook for you whenever you don’t feel like cooking or you’re getting home late. Your hubby would be at the dining table with dinner ready right when you walk straight into the apartment. If you’re sick, be prepared for Ryeowook to be nursing you to death. You would be getting better in one day from how much he worries about you. A fact about Ryeowook is that he likes to wear make-up. The both of you would have the same make-up drawer and at times share make-up tips. Whenever Ryeowook has a day off, he would sleep for a long period of time. You would wake up to him dead asleep and has no intention of getting up. Fun fact: he says I love you a lot when he’s drunk so expect affection and lots of cute loving words from him when the two of you go out for a drink. Ryeowook takes good care of his skin so expect you guys doing your skincare routine together every single night. There would be times where you find Ryeowook in the bedroom, wrapped in the blanket and just watch korean drama for 10 hours. Being married to Ryeowook would be very fun and full of joy! He would make a great husband.
Kyuhyun: One thing that everyone knows about Kyuhyun is that he is a GENIUS. He is legit good at math. If you have any trouble with your college work then Kyuhyun is a great resource to use for when you need help. At times, the two of you would just have a date at the library because he loves to read in his free time. It would be very cute, especially if you hate reading and is just taking a nap while he just stares at you and smile. Since Kyuhyun is known to the evil maknae of Super Junior, he would tease you constantly. Of course, there would be times where he would joke over your comfortable limits and you would have to talk to him that it wasn’t funny. Other times, the two of you would have a good laugh. Life with Kyuhyun would never be dull and you will always feel the love.
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What Christmas Is All About
Characters: Elizabeth Olsen x Australian!Reader, reader’s family, Elizabeth’s family
Word Count: 1,770
Warnings: just fluff
Summary: You’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe, and Tom wants to change that.
Squares Filled: Tradition for @ladiesofmarvelbingo
Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.
this is late, but it’s for my 25 days of christmas rpf with the prompt: Person A has never seen snow before so Person B gets to watch Person A see it for the first time and look utterly amazed.
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Christmas in Australia is more fun than others might think. Granted, you e never spent a Christmas outside of your home, so your opinion might be a bit biased. With living in the Southern Hemisphere came scorching Christmases. No snow, bright sun, scorching rays, high waves, and great food. It’s always hot in summer, but every year your family buys a portion of the beach so you can have a private party.
Your entire family comes from both sides. There are so many kids, lots of aunts and uncles, and all four of your grandparents. Each Christmas is a time to remember, but the only thing that makes this holiday better than all the rest is that your beautiful girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen, is joining you. It’s your first Christmas with her since dating, and she only said yes to coming because her older sisters are having some big fashion thing that her parents wanted to go to.
It’s really their loss since spending time with her is always a good time in your book. You thought having her over with so many of your family members would be nerve racking, but she’s met most of them before. Back when you and Elizabeth were starring in your very own movie. They came to set to give good graces, and they immediately fell in love with her. While you weren’t nervous, she was. She’s never even been to Australia, much less an Australian Christmas despite being great friends with the Hemsworths.
It’s actually how you two met. There was a press conference for one of the bigger Marvel movies, and the only cast members who could make it last minute was Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., and Elizabeth. The press conference was held in New York, and it just so happened to be the same week as one of your interviews there. Since you’re well known for your movies, it wasn’t a shock to meet some of the cast for the Marvel movies. You don’t believe in love at first sight? but you and Elizabeth came damn close to it.
For that very short week of nonstop interviews, you tried to spend as much time with her as possible before you went to London for another interview. After you two parted ways, you stayed in contact by text, facetime, email, and any other forms of communication. She was so captivating, and you hated being away from her even for one second.
At the start of your relationship, you learned that she’s never been to Australia in her life even if she wanted to go. Since Christmas is truly the best time for Australia, you promised her you’d make her go. There is no snow, no cold weather, the air conditioning needs to be blasted, but it’s so much fun to spend it in the sun.
The private section of the beach your dad rented is in full gear. The small children and preteens splash and have fun in the ocean. There are a couple of adults in the water to make sure everything is okay with the much smaller children. Your big and beefy uncles are having a sandcastle building contest. These are normally boring because kids don’t know how to make real sandcastles, but your uncles make a big deal out of it. They can make the castles as high as you, and you’re over five feet tall.
Your parents are tending to the barbeque grill as your dad does all the cooking and your mom tells him how good he’s doing. If she cooked, then you’re sure to land in the hospital. Your grandparents are relaxing under the big umbrella they requested you bring. They can’t handle too much sun, and if they are in it for too long, then they’ll get a really nasty sunburn that’s sure to put them in the hospital. You and Elizabeth are hanging with your parents since they’re hogging all of her time.
“So, Elizabeth, how’s your family? Why aren’t you with them?” your dad asks as he flips the fish.
He always makes the best seafood this time of year.
“James! Be polite!” your mother scolds him.
“It’s fine,” Elizabeth smiles and waves her off. “My sisters Mary-Kate and Ashley have some fashion things that my parents wanted to go to. I don’t have any children, and God forbid my sisters so we all agreed to spend New Year’s together.”
“Well, you’re always welcomed here,” your mother smiles warmly.
Your dad finishes cooking the food, and the whole family gathers together at the tables. Your dad’s food gets praises from all ages, but since you’ve had his halibut a thousand times, you and Elizabeth decide to take a stroll along the shore to get away from everyone else. It’s nice to spend time with your family, but you want some private time with her.
“How do you like Christmas here so far?”
“It’s fun. I’ve never had a Christmas where it wasn’t snowing, but I quite like it. It’s refreshing.”
“You know, I’ve never seen snow before.”
“Are you serious? It snows here. Your family doesn’t go to the mountains during that time?”
“No, never. We just never have the time during that time. Plus, I’m usually away doing another movie or interview.”
“That settles it then. Next year, you’re spending Christmas with my family. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind. Right?”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I spend New Year’s with them. It would be nice to get away from the sunshine and heat at least for one holiday,” you chuckle.
“You’re going to have so much fun. Snow is the best thing to play with.”
“How do you play with snow?”
“Y/N, you don’t know what you’re missing,” she grins. “You can make snow angels and snowmen. You can have snowball fights, go sledding, skiing, and snowboarding. The best thing is to make snow forts. It gets very cold easily, but making it is just as fun as spending a few minutes inside.”
“Now I’m excited,” you giggle.
“You should be. But for right now, we should get back to your parents. They’re calling us over.”
It’s going to be an adventure to experience a Christmas without the high waves, hot sun, and the sizzling fish your dad makes.
You’ve never experienced weather like this before. From where you live, the coldest it’s ever gotten reached 10 degrees Celsius or 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Elizabeth’s family is originally from Minnesota, so she went back there despite living in Los Angeles. Your family was understanding when you told them you were going to be with your girlfriend and her family for Christmas since all of her family has yet to meet you. It’s only fair since she went with you last year.
To say you were shocked is an understatement. Not only does the cold put you in your fucking place, but an American Christmas is so much different than you expected. For one, they eat turkey, drink eggnog, make cookies, and have s’mores. There are other differences, but those are the ones you’re noticing right off the bat. You guess you could have turkey back home, but it wouldn’t be Christmas without your dad’s fish. It’s a nice change, but there’s nothing like home.
“So, Y/N, so I hear it’s your first time here?” Elizabeth’s mom, Jarnett, says.
“I’ve been in the States before, yes, but never a Christmas here you chuckle. “I thought it was going to be snowing.”
“Oh, it will, darling. Just give it some time. By tomorrow morning, this place is going to look like a wonderland!”
“Are you warm enough?” David, her dad, asks as he tends to the fireplace.
You’re wearing so many layers underneath your very thick jacket. It’s never been this cold back home, so you brought every warm clothing you owned.
“I’ll manage. You know, it doesn’t get this cold where I live.”
“What is Christmas like for you? It’s summer when it happens right?” Jarnett wonders.
“Yeah, is so much fun. I really like to surf with my brothers, my whole family plays on the beach, and I can’t forget Boxing day.”
“What’s that?” David asks.
“We don’t get that here,” Elizabeth explains.
“Oh, that’s unfortunate. Boxing day is a day to give back to the less fortunate. Churches love to collect leftover food, money, and other things in boxes which is then handed to the poor. It’s also a time to volunteer to these places. It really helps bring us all together so that everyone can have a good Christmas.”
“That sounds wonderful!”
“Yeah, I don’t know why the States doesn’t do this. Canada, the UK, and we do it,” you shrug.
It’s nice to share your Christmas traditions even though it may sound weird to them. They are kind enough to let you be a part of this special holiday, and it’s only fair you treat your countries traditions the same way. This Christmas is looking out to be one for the books already.
And it hasn’t even snowed yet.
“Y/N, wake up!” Elizabeth whispers and shakes your shoulders.
“What?” you grumble sleepily.
“Come on, get up. Out on something warm. I want you to see this. It’s snowing!”
That was enough to get you out of bed because you were so excited to see snow when you first arrived. You hastily throw on a warm jacket and follow Elizabeth to the front door. You refrain from looking through the windows because you wanted to see snow in all its glory. She opens the front door and you just have enough energy to gasp.
Everything—the cars, houses, trees, bushes, street, and everything else in between—is all covered with freak snow. It's like a giant laid a big white blanket over everything. There’s still snow falling from the sky, so you just run outside in childlike excitement. Elizabeth watches as you tilt your head back and stick out your tongue to try and catch the falling snowflakes. It’s refreshing to watch someone who's never seen snow below. She gets to experience it through your eyes.
“This snow is so fluffy! It’s surprisingly not cold!” you exclaim.
“Yeah, is warmer when it snows because the air is losing moisture. It’s a lot drier so it’s warmer.”
“I love snow!” you shout and run into a small pile that’s been growing overnight.
Elizabeth laughs and joins in on the fun. She can’t imagine experiencing this with anyone other than you. This is what makes Christmas special.
It’s not where you have it, is the people you spend it with.
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