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ipseitydelrey · 4 months

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Hello! I would like to submit a request for Elle Greenaway x fem!Reader. How about spending holidays with Elle trying to cheer her up after leaving the BAU/starting a new life together? Thank you for your time!

oooo the power this prompt holds…i’ve always wondered what might have happened to elle after she left

when memories snow ☆ e. greenaway

ship elle greenaway x fem!reader

warnings slight angst, pre-established relationship, hurt/comfort but it’s definitely comfort, timeline’s a mess just pretend that the episode where elle quits aired in december and not october okay?, not beta-read

word count 895

summary after elle quits the BAU following the events of s2:e5, reader tries to cheer her up during the holidays.

a/n yeah the title is a mitski reference, dont blame me i love her <3 also this is just propaganda to get y’all to watch The Apartment dir. Billy Wilder (1960) bc it’s a cute christmas movie! merry christmas to those who celebrate, and happy holidays !!

When the cold night air nips at your skin while waiting outside of Elle’s apartment, you’re glad you remembered to bring thick sweaters.

It was a spur of the moment decision to show up unannounced. That is made clear when Elle answered to your knocks and opened the door. She isn’t really enthusiastic to see you; which you can understand. Her quitting from the FBI is a fresh wound, and she had only told you of her leave through a midnight text a couple nights ago.

In short, she wasn’t expecting you here, especially in the middle of the night and while a budding snowstorm is brewing.

“What are you doing here?” The question isn’t aggressive; none of what she has ever said to you has been aggressive in tone. No, it was genuine, like she really is wondering why you’re at her apartment.

You gesture to a spare sweater nestled in your arms. “It’s the holidays,” you reply. “I wanna spend them with you.”

Elle sighs and steps aside, allowing you in. You go inside and the first thing you notice upon entry are the few packed and sealed boxes in the corner, assuming they’re untouched incase your girlfriend needed to move again. You eye them but decide not to bring it up; after all, the last thing Elle would want with all she’s been through in a short time span is you criticizing her.

She glances at the fuzzy sweater you’re wearing. “Does it itch?” she questions as she closes and locks the door, trapping the cold air outside.

You look down and straighten the dark green wool with your free hand. “Actually, it’s really soft.” You extend the crimson sweater in your arm to her. “I brought one for you!”

Seeing how happy you are, she takes the sweater and pulls it over her head; the red suits her perfectly. “Thank you,” Elle says, letting her hand run over the fabric on her arm. Her faint smile fades into a light scowl. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you ask.

“I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You stand there quietly, breaking the eye contact you had for a second before meekly assuring, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

The second when you stop talking, Elle moves to the living room and you follow behind closely. “I don’t think you came all the way here just to hear me whine,” she chuckles lightly.

“Okay, well,” you were originally assuming that she would turn you away at the door; now, you hadn’t envisioned you would get this far. Suddenly, you have an idea. “Do you still have those hot cocoa packets?”

She raised an eyebrow at your question. “Yeah…why, do you want some?”

“I’ll make it!” you yell as you run into the kitchen, leaving her behind. You’re lucky to have already memorized where everything in the kitchen is, being that this is only your third visit to her apartment. You turned on the electric kettle and collected two mugs and two hot chocolate packets, alongside some small marshmallows which took some time to find. Despite how often Elle would be away from her apartment, her kitchen is surprisingly well-stocked.

After you pour the hot water and contents of the packets into the mugs, you collect them and make your way back to the living room. Elle, now seated on the couch with a wooly blanket draped over one leg, stares at you as you carefully hand her the mug.

The cocoa, as delicious as it smells, is still burning hot, but that tidbit of information slipped your mind as you took a small sip, only to burn your tongue and jerk your head back. Elle chuckled at your reaction and while you’re happy to hear her laughter, you’re also playfully offended by her apparent sadism.

You slap her shoulder lightly as you sit down next to her, leaning your torso against her warm body. She responds with a joking “ouch” as she softly blows on her hot chocolate. You pull the blanket over to cover both sets of legs.

Elle sets her mug down and grabs the remote. “What d’you wanna watch,” she asks, opening up a streaming service on the television.

You take another sip, thankfully the cocoa is cooler and not unpleasantly hot. “Oh, I don’t know,” you say. “It’s your house, why don’t you pick?”

She nods, using the remote to navigate to an old black-and-white movie you hadn’t seen yet. “The Apartment? Is that a Christmas movie?”

“Technically,” she quipped, taking back her mug and drinking when the movie starts.

A few minutes in, you lean your head against her shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” you suggest, out of the blue.

Elle glances at you with her eyes. “I know.”

“It’s not…necessarily about, y’know, the BAU, but…” you’re unsure of whether or not you want to continue. You look down at the steam rising out of your mug. “I just wanna know if you’re doing okay.”

“I am,” she replies. “I’m okay, I swear.” She turns her head and kisses your forehead softly before turning back and wrapping her arm along the back of your neck.

You smile and take another sip of the hot chocolate, with the sounds of old-timey music in the background and the warmth of Elle’s presence to comfort you.

literally did not know how to end this, but like it’s very cute 🫶 hope y’all enjoyed (if there’s anything wrong in the fic, let me know and i’ll fix it!) and happy holidays !! ❄️

#✩ ⊹˖ ꒰ elle ꒱ ୨🎧୧ #★ sei’s fanfics #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #lola glaudini #fanfic #fanfiction

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nrc-broadcasting · 1 year

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i dont know if you're answering asks right now, but yeah haha, happy holidays and merry christmas if you celebrate it!

note: sorry for the horrendously long ask

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Good day, Prefect, I've been thinking of sending a message for a while now, and I've finally gathered up the courage to do so. I'm a second-year student from Heartslabyul, and I'd like some help with some things. You see, there are these two cat twins from Pomefiore; they're first-years, and they're known to stir up mischief and cause havoc everywhere they go, and most people aren't exactly fond of them because of that. The thing is, I'm in a polyamorous relationship with the mentioned twins, and when word of that started to spread, people started to discourage me from continuing my relationship with them, telling me that I shouldn't associate myself with such delinquents. But the thing is, despite being mischievous and chaotic, they're actually quite sweet and know when to stop with their antics; they're also very caring at times too. But most people aren't aware of this side of them since they only ever show it to me. Now, Prefect, if it doesn't bother you too much, may I ask, how do I convince people that they aren't all bad? And what should I do if they continue to tell me to end our relationship solely due to their reputation? I thank you in advance.

~ Harlan

Been Under Scrutiny

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Ah yes, I thought this would be perfect for February, so here we are. Is Harlan talking about the Pomefiore Siameses by any chance? I vaguely remember seeing a post about those OCs but I can’t seem to find it again so sorry if this took a while.

Here they are again, sitting on a comfortable leather chair(courtesy of Professor Crewel), a mic placed onto the studio’s mahogany table. A platter of snacks placed to their far right, beside a stack of canned tuna and a sleeping Grim.

Their school issued laptop with a tab already open to read messages from listeners and their simple phone case facing side up.

Stretching their arms and cracking their back to get their blood flowing, they finally turn on the mic with a muffled yawn.

“Once again,” Yuu fixes their tie even if they can’t be seen.

“Good morning Twisted Wonderland! We’re finally back after… sh-t I can’t remember—” They turn away and whisper in realization.

“—a long time!” They turn back, a strange look on their face.

“Today’s ask is… quite lengthy. But so are most of them these days.” They playfully roll their eyes.

“Hmm.” Tentative eyes skim the message, soaking up the information like a sponge.

“Pomefiore cat twins…” They give a thoughtful hum.

They strum the mahogany table with their nails for a few moments, racking their brain for memories of said twins.

“Cat twins in Pomefiore… might you mean Akanda and Akenya Siam?” They trace their bottom lip with their index finger in contemplation.

An…unfortunate encounter with another set of twins’ prank crosses their mind.

“Ah. Probably not.” They grimaced at the memory.

“Perhaps…Siddell and Amani? Sorry, I don’t know their last names.” Yuu smiled sheepishly.

“Yes, they might be who you’re referring to. I might not have the best first impression of them, but it’s good to see them treat you as you deserve.”

“Anyways, back to the topic at hand,” Yuu pulls their school issued laptop closer to them.

“Let me provide a little summary of your situation,” Their eyes travel back to the message.

“You, Harlan, are in a polymerous relationship with the Pomefiore cat twins. They are known delinquents, which makes people around you to discourage your relationship, and this led to the twins attempting to shield you from that scrutiny by asking you to leave them,” They twist the ring around their finger, eyes still on the message.

“Huh, they seem a fair amount protective.” They remark.

“So from what I’ve gathered, the main question here is how do you defend both your relationship and partner— sorry, partners, from people who want 1950’s sh-t from you.” They softly click their tongue.

“I understand the need to defend you from others, but why do they seem so willingly to give your relationship up? As delinquents, one would expect them to not give a damn about what other people think and fight for what they think is right.”

“So where did that come from?” They ask.

“Yes, it might be to protect you, but at the cost of your relationship?” Yuu raised an eyebrow.

“That hardly seems like a fair trade.” They narrow their eyes.

“I think you should deal with your partners’ pleads first. As for what to say when you do,” They breathe, sincerely hoping this doesn’t sound wrong or out-of-pocket.

“Just say no. You know they’re asking you because they feel bad and think they don’t deserve you, so tell them it’s just self sabotage and encourage them to fight for your relationship than giving up on it.”

“Taking the easy way out is never good, so fight for it, even if it makes your knuckles bruise like violets.” They shrug.

“Then, defending and/or proving your relationship to other people will be easier as you now have them help you to maintain the relationship rather than giving in to other people’s opinions and pushing your break-up.”

“As for proving the relationship, the only thing I can really suggest as someone who’s been single since birth:,) is crank up the PDA and encourage them to show their sweet side. Since you’re already together, I don’t see any reason for embarrassment.”

“If they make you feel comfortable, if they make you feel loved, if you want to stay with them, then stay! You’ll be damned if you give a damn what people.” They say.

“If you long for those melancholic moments, staring the at ceiling with them when they never say too much. When they don’t have to read into your melancholia…”

“Then stay in their lavender haze.”

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Our fairytale has come to an end.

#twst yuu #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #unique magic: listen up #twst imagines #twst mc #answered asks #unique magic

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wongki · 1 year

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nessaaaaaaaaa ❤️ it's your mbb secret santa. it's been a while, i know, but i'm recovering from being sick and i haven't had much energy but to sleep and lay down. i'm feeling a lot better now, though. my finals went super well, a lot better than i had expected, so thank you so much. don't ever say your boring omg, you're doing great, i promise. we can literally talk about anything and everything and i will not get bored. HOW ARE WE FEELING FOR THE COMEBACK??? they really said "we're gonna start the year right" they released the mood teaser today and it's giving dark and mysterious 😭

you went to the concert this year too?? where?? i went to see them with my sister 😭 i had the urge to fly to another state to see them, but i didnt have a budget for plane tickets and a hotel, i'm down bad for them and i am not ashamed about it. they really do, like i hate to say this, but it took me a while to even get to know monsta x because i only knew changkyun, after that it was just chaotic, but i'm having fun and they get me through a long day.

i love that they can adapt to any concept that they do, they know what the vibe is and how to ride and find their flow. i'm so curious about this next comeback, we're so not ready to have our minds blown again. i started listening to them april or may of 2021? when flavors of love came out, then i experienced my first comeback with gambler. one of a kind, to this day, is one of my favorite mini albums, followed by shape of love. i haven't fully listed to fatal love yet, pls dont hate me 😭 i got into them when things were so hectic and there was so much happening that i could only focus on what's currently happening. what are your favorite songs from fatal love? it's okay to say everything ❤️ i hope we can catch up soon again and i will try not to reply after 284238054 years.

🫧 ; mbb secret santa

😭😭😭 stop you were sick then I was sick I’m just recovering. omg what is going around these days??? I’m glad you’re feeling better though cause I surely know it probably was not the best time when you were sick. 🥲

this comeback is gonna send me straight back to bed because I cannot!!! they all look so good and the song titles!!! I am intrigued!! They really said you starting the year with me mbbs 🥹🖤 this concept I am eating it up!! I’m here for these dark whatever’s that is happening.

Yes! I went to their LA show! I had such a good time I wish I could go back!! 😭 you are not the only one! I really wanted to go to their phx show since I could’ve driven there but I couldn’t take make it and the tickets sold out by the time I decided to go. Hate that we couldn’t go to multiple shows, the heartbreak is real. I am not to admit it either, everyone and their dog knows how down bad I am for these men. lol changkyun’s mysterious aura really brings everyone in & everyone else locks the door. 😂

oh you’re but a baby! just kidding. didn’t know you were so new to them! this is kinda of exciting then huh? oh no! but fatal love is one of their best!! (imo) you have to listen to it! I am absolutely obsessed with Night View. Love Killa is also very good. Nobody Else, Last Carnival, and Sorry I’m Not Sorry are also up there. But really I love this entire album so much. If you get a chance to listen to it, if you haven’t already, let me know what song is your favorite. ☺️

hope you’re doing well. make sure to take care of yourself. ❤️ by the way Merry Christmas 🎄 and if you don’t celebrate hope you have a very very lovely weekend. ❤️❤️❤️

#mbb secret santa #chats with nessa

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threepointseven · 2 years

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hi im breaking down suddenly because i miss my older brothers that are in college - i was told awhile ago that i'd be able to see them during christmas then after they say it wouldn't be possible

so i just want some comfort for it by Scaramohcie as always and Venti since it's somewhat similar to his feelings i guess

- 👩‍🦲

Vent; ☹️

i haven't seen them for half the year already and my eldest brother the first time he went to college in Japan I cried basically everyday and tried clinging onto my other brother as they're only one year apart and due to covid our eldest brother had to come back so i got used to it for awhile but since my father was bored he decided to fly across the country for fun so i also had to go. since the conditions of covid aren't too drastic they're able to attend college properly and they're both in different colleges with same study topic though. anyways i was somewhat disappointed that i couldn't even see their faces through video call during my birthday along with our mother's (november 3rd & 11th) so now i was reminded about them not being able to come here to celebrate christamans

i feel like im being a spoiled child even though im being gifted by my parents friends and some relatives, that i'm just being ridiculous that i'm still not accustomed to it yet - sorry it's so long 😔 merry christanmnas by the way

Comfort

🌺summary!🌺- Scaramouche and venti when your crying and need comfort<3

Type-HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x gn! Reader, venti x gn! Reader

Note🍀= hiya 👩‍🦲anon! Im sorry that you have to deal with this. I know how it feels to have a sibling be away for college and just so ya know i’ll always be here for you okay? My inbox is always open to vent and you can message me any time. I hope scara and venti comforting you can cheer you up a bit. Your loved and safe with me alr!! I hope you know i cherish you and im sure your brothers cherish you just as much as you do, & your not a spoiled child at all. Its human instinct to miss someone you grew up with, dont let those thoughts get to ya okay? I love u, hope you like it!

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

-Well, he’s never been great at comforting, and in any case being gentle at all. He’s simply not used to it.

-But when he catches you on the bathroom floor sobbing with a letter in your hands he cant help but feel terrible.

-He really does try his best even with his rigid attempt at comforting, give him some time. He calms you down enough to take you to your bedroom where he looks at you with an expression of genuine empathy and hesitantly pulls you into a hug, hovering over you almost as an ask for permission before hugging you tight, burying your face into his shoulder.

- he has trouble with it but he’ll try his best to stop you from crying, he wipes away your tears with his thumb as he furrows his brows thinking about what to do.

- he tries his best not to be so aggressive but he just ends up being really passive aggressive.

- during these moments he is not a communication guy, he’ll pour all his love and soul into making you feel comforted with the rare touch he gives you.

- the hugs always seem endless and filled with love while he whispers “its gonna be okay” in such a monotone voice

- He really cant console you or anyone but he wants you to feel better so he’ll also give you practically anything you want, if its snacks or sweets he’ll happily buy you some

- hes patting your head and combing through your hair with his hands as you cry into his shirt- “your gonna stain my white shirt.. “-“so needy..”

- dont listen to the words, by the looks of his eyes you know hes so soft, on the verge of a breakdown himself after seeing you so miserable, he hates every moment when your down, he becomes more rude and more reserved to people that arent you, putting all of his attention on you and trying his best not to let you cry again

Venti

- When he sees you bawling on your bed with your hands to your face his facial expression twists into a horrified one before running to your side and kissing your temples slowly

- He does everything to distract you from that annoying feeling of emptiness

- He’ll kiss every part of your face to get a small smile on your face and try to let your mind take a break from the thought of the thing thats causing you trouble,

- He advises you to just cry it out and he pulls you into his lap while kisses your forehead before letting you sob on his shirt. He doesnt mind it and once in a while gives a bit of commentary

- Despite how sad it makes him watching you cry and scream he knows your gonna feel better after letting it out so he just stays still, patting your head and listening to your vent.

- After your done crying he tried to take your mind off things and put a smile on your face. He plays your favorite songs on the lyre, singing into your ear while he attacks you with tickles, he needs to see you smile again.

- He gives you snacks and food to cheer you up and he offers to take a stroll around windrise or stargaze.

- And maybe if you just need some peaceful cuddling he’ll happily cooperate. He’ll be as close as humanly possible to you, kissing your cheeks and your stray tears away.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin venti x reader #venti x you #venti x reader #venti x y/n

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gcnedark · 2 years

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@alex-the-huntress212 @aaaaagaronia @mixedmediahmm @chaoscryptid-inc @gaysonlyocean hey guys :]

A Christmas with Abstrakt would include-

Dudes very festive, so every fucking inch of wherever you are is decorated in someway, and he is keeping a Santa hat on the entire day, he refuses to take it off.

Not leaving your side, its Christmas, and he wants to spend it with you!

Abstrakt is more than certainly going to play festive music throughout the day.

This day truly does hold a very good place in his heart, and if you don't think of it the same- you won't after spending one with him. At least, he hopes so.

Hes going to try to cook you something, keyword being TRY. Hes probably gonna burn his hands if he does.

Abstrakts gifts wouldn't be huge or extravagant, but he would try to make it perfect for whoever its being given to. He is going to be very nervous of getting the wrong thing, however.

Caleb! :]

Quite frankly, Caleb doesn't care much for Christmas. He acknowledges that it exists, but it simply doesn't interest him much. He never really celebrated it as a kid, and thats followed him into adulthood.

Of course he enjoys the lights and gifts, but not much else. He'll help decorate, he'll get people gifts but, he doesn't put too much effort into it.

You're gonna have to essentially drag him into doing more shit, of course he's not gonna be jumping for joy at it, but hey. Why not? Not like it can do much harm.

He does only enjoy Christmas if its with someone he really does care about, but don't expect him to get into that real festive mood. Its just not what he does.

Axel :]

Finally, a day where he doesn't commit mass genocide.. only arson. And you're riding with him as he does so.

He likes Christmas! The atmosphere is soothing to him, but hes also himself. So he's gonna drive around and huck molotov cocktails out of window while screaming "MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!"

After arson is over, your present is probably going to be a weapon of some kind. It'll vary depending on who you are, but still, a weapon.

Very, very affectionate. Probably hanging an arm around your shoulder the whole day, if you push him away hes gonna act like a dog who just got kicked.

Fucking hates Christmas music though, dont play it or whatever its playing from is getting shot. Unless you ask nicely.

Wolf :]

It's been so long since hes celebrated Christmas, hes honestly forgotten how it goes. But if its with you, its fine. Having you there is enough to make the day a good day.

Wolf really just follows along with whatever you're doing for the day, if you ask him what he plans on doing, you're simply getting a shrug in response.

"What, do you not know what to do?" Beat. "...uhh, am I supposed to?"

With his memory still being somewhat hazy, he can't remember the good memories he has from Christmas with his family. So he's gonna try to make new ones here, but again. No clue how to.

He probably forgot hes supposed to get a gift for you and then starts apologizing profusely when he's reminded.

"Fuck- fuck! I'm so sorry, hon. I- damnit, I didn't remember! Fuck!"

Vulture :]

Fucking loves Christmas but refuses to show it, but inside hes like a little kid with the shit.

"Aren't you excited, Vulture? Its Christmas!" "...am I supposed to be excited?"

The one (1) day hes going to take off his mask, but only for you. If anyone else shows up he's putting it back on and if you say a word about it he's leaving.

Definitely gonna set up a mistletoe above the bed, so when you wake up the first thing he says is "ohhh nooo, looks like we're under the mistletoe, sugar ;)"

Yes, you're allowed to punch him for that.

Jack :]

He truly doesn't give a shit whats happening that day, he's ignoring it to spend Christmas with you.

Hes one of the people who really doesn't care about gifts, you'll get a sweater, maybe a fuckin sword. With him its very random.

If you get him a gift though, hes going to insist you don't give it to him.

"Jack, take the gift." "No, just go take it back and get your money back, love." "Jack, TAKE THE GIFT."

Finally, a spouse who can cook. You're gonna have a good dinner if he's in the kitchen that night.

Christmas is neutral to him, hes not a big fan, but he doesn't dislike it.

Verge :]

Straight down the middle with Christmas, the only Christmas he remembers being a part of was with his platoon. Yeah, great Christmas, being in the middle of a gunfight.

He doesn't know what to really do for the holiday, so he's just standing around. He never grew up with it, its all very new to him. But, he could grow to like it very quickly. The lights, the music, the gifts. All of it would quickly make it his favorite holiday.

Gonna feel absolutely terrible if you get him something but he doesn't do the same for you, even though he genuinely never knew thats what you're supposed to do. It might not be his fault, but he'll certainly feel like it is.

If you ask nicely enough, he'll take off his mask and glasses for the day. Even if others come over, he'll just be extremely nervous about it.

Rusty :]

"ITS CHRISTMAS!!!"

Adores it, oh he fucking loves it so much! He's had things ready for weeks before this, and the day just fills him with such unmatched joy.

You're definitely going out with him to celebrate with others, just going through towns and "spreading some goddamn cheer! :D" as he says.

Gifts? Abundant. Affection? Given. Hotel? Trivago.

Refuses to drink during it, he wants to stay sober to remember the day. But as soon as the clock strikes midnight it only seems fair to him to start pounding liquor.

Fully decked out in the Santa Claus fit, except the beard.

#fresh paint [ abstrakt ]#am i one of the only smart ones here? [ caleb hades ]#shootout [ axel wright ]#the one you call [ wolf ]#try like the rest but fall like them too [ vulture ]#demonic gang leader [ jack cliff ]#masked agent [ verge ]#broken out [ rusty ]

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yuuri-nsane · 3 years

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Last in Stock

Fandom: Yuuri On Ice

Ship: Viktuuri [Viktor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri]

T/W: nothing, apart from swears, mild dirty jokes and recurring mentions of nudity? BAHAH IM SORRY I PROMISE THERES NOTHING GRAPHIC THO TOTALLY SFW

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki wanted nothing more than to spoil his lovely poodle, Vicchan, and if that meant playing a game of Truth or Dare in a broken elevator to attain the likes of a beautifully pink chew toy, he was game.

[Inspired by a little rough imagine I posted a while ago]

a/n: honestly dont even ask me how this happened, happy holidays!! i wish you all a very merry chrysler, and if you dont celebrate, a very happy december!

oh and dont forget, constructive criticism is always welcome! dont hesitate to tell me what you think of my work, and also! please please ple e a a s e tell me if you see any spelling mistake or grammatical errors! THANK YOUUU!

also please note that this will be posted to my ao3 account: @yuuri_nsane

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This was not how he'd planned his Wednesday evening, two days before Christmas, to go. No, not at all.

He thinks back to the start of the day, wondering how exactly he'd wound up sitting in a broken elevator, positioned in between the third and fourth floor, having just ended a dastardly game of Truth or Dare with quite an attractive man.

Said attractive man was not only attractive, but also very, very naked, save for the pair of patterned purple socks still clad on his feet. He also had the entirety of the Russian National Anthem scrawled on his left leg, as well as a black eye and terribly painted nails: a bright hot pink that shrieked against impossibly pale skin. Not to mention the taunting pastel dog toy he was now cuddling with.

Yeah, no. Yuuri was stuck in a predicament - one far too mortifying yet amusing for his own comprehension.

How in the ever-loving fuck had this happened?

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Katsuki Yuuri was a good person.

He loved his mom, fed his dog, never showed up late to work.

He was good at recycling - always remembering to separate the cardboard tube and plastic lid of the Pringles' can he'd eat out of during a late night binge.

He watered his plants religiously, and no, it didn't matter that one out of the four of them were fake. He loved all his plants equally, thank you very much.

He held the door open for people no matter how far away or close they were, and even when they did that awkward little jog, he made sure to give them a warm smile.

He cleaned after himself, not at all tolerating any bits of scrap paper or crumbs left as residue from a busy night of studying and stress eating, no matter how tired he was.

He even cleaned up after other people! Like, for example, when his roommate and best friend, Phichit Chulanont, had eaten too much takeout and could barely move - Yuuri had offered to clean up for him. Phichit, with somewhat of a moral compass thanks to Yuuri, had protested at first; Yuuri had replied with a gentle 'tsk' and a 'go get some rest, you can make it up to me by doing the dishes tomorrow and the day after that'.

And so, to conclude, Katsuki Yuuri was a good person.

So why, why exactly was he here, in the middle of a bustling mall at 2pm, so close to being trampled on in the midst of hectic shopping, staring down an unfairly good-looking stranger, both their hands having met in the middle - the middle being a cutesy dog toy, the last one in stock.

Yuuri had naively left his Christmas shopping till the very last minute, much like everyone else present in the store. He hadn’t intended to buy Vicchan another toy, Lord knows he had plenty more at home and that Yuuri’s bank account was suffering because of it. But it was Christmas, and if anything, his dog deserved the world.

One more as a little festive gift wouldn't hurt, and it certainly brought Yuuri a step closer to giving Vicchan ‘the world’.

And so, he needed this.

And he was not going to give up that easily, despite the fact that the universe decided to make his life just a little bit harder, since the opposition made Yuuri slightly more weaker in the knees than he'd like to admit.

He winced in the bright white lights of the shop, the Christmas music blaring and irritating, no longer as heart-warming as Yuuri had found it when he first entered. The excessive Christmas decorations made him cringe - it was as if one of Santa’s elves had puked all over the place.

"Why," the other man began, his voice oozing with honey, with charming remnants of an accent. His soothing verbal confrontation had caught Yuuri’s undivided attention. His hand was inching closer to the catalyst of this hassling event and Yuuri barely fought the urge to slap it away (or hold it tenderly), "I believe I saw this first."

Oh, heck no.

Yuuri scooted closer and desperately tried to ignore the blooming heat on his cheeks, "Actually, I think I did."

This did nothing to deter to the other man, who with his height, easily stood over Yuuri and glared ever so passive aggressively.

"Well, okay then! Since we can’t decide who gets the damn toy, why don't we settle this like men?"

The black haired male stared frozen in shock. He was not looking for a fight, no matter how eager he was to spoil his little poodle with all the gifts he warranted and more.

"Uh, I don't- um, I'm not looking for trouble!" Yuuri ranted swiftly, slowly pulling his hand away from the dog toy.

So close, yet so far.

It wasn't like he couldn't fend for himself, God knows he was stronger than most people with the avid workouts he did to prepare for dancing recitals.

(And let me tell you, Yuuri has never skipped leg day. Ever.)

But at the same time, he knew it would be less than ideal if the young man spent his Christmas holiday sporting a black eye or something similar.

In response to his quick exclamation, the silver haired male beside Yuuri also retracted his hand, a look of bafflement evident on his chiselled features.

"I-You..." he started, looking at Yuuri far too intensely than the other male was admittedly comfortable with.

A few seconds later, he burst out into laughter, his nose scrunching and eyes crinkling. He tilted his head back, arms grasping his middle.

He gasped for air, dramatically wiping a tear away, "You thought - you thought I wanted to fight for it! Like in some sort of - cliché romance where the two love interests fight for the main character's hand in marriage! Or something!" He babbled on, leaving Yuuri flustered and awfully ready to make a run for it.

In his fit of embarrassment, he raised voice, "Well, what the hell did you mean by 'settling this like men'! Of course I thought you wanted to get physical!"

Yuuri regretted the words almost as soon as they left his mouth.

"Physical? Well, I'll have you know I have a bit more class than that. I'd take you out on a date first, if anything."

The shorter male sputtered angrily, his blush not at all dying down, but instead doing the opposite. He glared at the other man, cursing his stupid pretty face and his stupid pretty voice.

And much to his luck, the blue-eyed villain pursued his words, snickering, “Not to mention here of all places! Quite the voyeur, are we?”

Yuuri was a Good Person™ - what the hell had he done to deserve this!

The taller male must've noticed Yuuri's increasing discomfort, and his teasing came to halt. He inclined his head in the direction of the damned chew toy and reiterated, "What I really meant was we could buy the toy and decide outside who gets to take it - like civilised human beings. You rest your case, I rest mine! Sound good?"

Yuuri pondered, before slowly nodding his head. It wsn’t like he had anything better to do, and he really wanted this dog toy. If only he knew the events that would follow soon after, he might’ve have ran fast and far before giving a real answer.

Fortunately, it seemed that both of them were just about finished with their shopping, the dog toy being last in each other's spontaneous list.

The light haired man took this as inclination to pluck the dog toy off the shelf, giving Yuuri a confirming look, and leading them both to the checkout.

They squeezed their way through the crowds; meandering, lifeless beings that swayed from aisle to aisle. Once they made it there, they payed for their own items separately, before splitting the money for the toy.

Afterwards, they made way to the elevator just two shops down, both agreeing to settle their dispute in the parking lot. They were on the top floor of the shopping centre, after all. Yuuri figured that the both of them would be more comfortable if they weren't surrounded by other people, who could very fairly judge them when arguing about the baby pink dog toy. Said baby pink dog toy had somehow found its way into Yuuri's grasp. If he wasn't such a good person maybe he'd have run away by now, pastel chew toy in hand. But damn it, he was, so he swallowed down the urge.

They stepped into the elevator, the shiny silver doors sliding apart before meeting in the centre. A sickening array of tinsel was hung to the upper corners, along with a few baubles hanging from them. Yuuri noticed the red ribbon twined in with the tinsel, and wanted to grimace at its tackiness.

The young dancer then turned to his companion, now realising how dangerous this situation actually was. Without thinking he blurted, "You're not a serial killer, are you?"

The other man raised an eyebrow. "Well no, but I wouldn't put it past myself to become one for the sake of that toy." He waved nonchalantly at Yuuri's hand, the chew toy dripping from his fingers.

Yuuri instinctively took a step back.

"Oh my God, I'm kidding!" The man chuckled, turning away and watching the numbers at the top of the elevator decrease gradually.

"So, uh, what do we do now?"

To this, the male looked back at Yuuri, and replied simply, "I come up with a sob story to convince you to give me the toy!"

Yuuri pursed his lips, unimpressed. He was tired but by God, was he so not above from entertaining the notion. "Okay, then. Go ahead. After you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

He was met with a smirk, a smirk far too devious for Yuuri's liking. Before the other man could attempt to pull at Yuuri’s heart strings, however, the room jarred and the two men in the elevator were sent tumbling to the ground.

"What just happened."

It came out more like a statement than a question, a robotic string of words that spewed from Yuuri's lips involuntarily.

"I think...I think the elevator just...broke down."

They stared at each other for a moment, and the next words came flying about - who said them exactly left a mystery.

"Oh, fuck."

---

They spent the first five minutes panicking, calling for help in such an inglorious manner that Yuuri was sure they'd both lose their voices. They spent the next few moments afterwards checking their phones, and resentfully realising that somehow, there was no reception. And that, of course, since the universe seemed to love good ol' Yuuri, that his phone was at a sad two percent.

His company's was no better, where his phone was at a fifteen, to which the taller man responded with a sheepish, 'I forgot to charge it last night too.'

They realised then that they had no choice but to wait until help miraculously found its way to them, and so they indulged in the waiting game.

The next hour or so consisted of the two bantering back and forth, 'sob stories' passed around like old folk's tales. They bickered and still, their argument over the dog toy was left unsettled, and Yuuri had to admit, it was kind of fun.

Time had whizzed past, and soon enough it was already 4:37pm. The other man spoke up suddenly, sat opposite Yuuri on the cold, hard ground of the elevator. His skin was painted in the gold of the old light that flickered above them, his blue eyes sparkling impressively. Yuuri wanted to look away, yet simultaneously couldn't find it in him to.

"I just realised that I don't know your name. And you don't know mine! Chances are, we'll be spending all night together," he wiggled his eyebrows. Yuuri choked in response, the other male continuing, "so let me introduce myself! Viktor Nikiforov!" He held out his arm out, humbly awaiting.

Yuuri clasped it gently, mumbling a near silent, "Yuuri Katsuki."

Viktor reacted with an all too cheery, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yuuri!"

They held hands for almost a second too long, until Yuuri forced himself to pull away.

The two men once again decided to engage in such chatter, bordering small talk. They joked and teased, each finding out more and more about the other.

Yuuri now knew that Viktor Nikiforov was four years older than he was, a good twenty-six, and had a lovely little poodle he called Makkachin, or Makka for short. (He guessed that she was the reason for Viktor's desperate need for the dog toy.) He was Russian, and moved to the states just a few weeks before his nineteenth birthday. His favourite food was Borscht, a beef stew mixed with all sorts of vegetables, and that he almost burnt his kitchen down once upon a time trying to make it. And, to Yuuri's surprise, Viktor was a choreographer for all sorts of dances, his specialty being ballet and contemporary.

In response to this sudden spout of information, Yuuri had offered his own age and his dog's name and breed. He also told Viktor that his parents were from Japan, but moved to Detroit to start a hot springs. He explained too, that his favourite food was Katsudon, a pork cutlet rice bowl, and that his mother made the best of them.

Yuuri even mentioned his own career in dancing, to which Viktor had reacted to with an animated widening of his eyes and a contemplative 'really?'.

He also swears that Viktor had checked him out soon afterwards, but maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Soon enough, boredom got the best of the two, having spent the last three hours doing nothing but lounge around. Their phones were now completely out of battery (no, Yuuri didn't spend the last two percent playing Candy Crush-); they were hungry and unentertained, and it didn't take long for Viktor to begin whining.

Immediately, he shot up, forcing Yuuri into a frightened jolt.

"Sorry, sorry - I was just thinking, since I'm bored and you're bored, we should play Truth or Dare!"

Yuuri stared, "Really? Your first thought was child's play?"

"Aw, please! Yuuri, don't be like that! I'm literally dying of boredom-"

"Stop being so dramatic, Viktor."

Viktor ignored him, "-and you know what! We could settle this," he gestured rapidly to the dog toy, where it lay in between them, holy and seemingly unattainable.

Yuuri had never been more stupid to have asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we play Truth or Dare, and whoever forfeits first means that the other gets the toy! And bragging rights!"

He crawled over to Yuuri, too close for comfort, and drawled, "Pretty please?"

Yuuri, feeling scandalised and suddenly like a hormonal prepubescent teen, pressed himself up against the wall, looked away and squeaked a feeble, "Okay, fine!"

He felt regret seep into his soul for the umpteenth time that day.

---

He sighed.

Yuuri Katsuki was a good person.

He was a good person and he knew so much.

And so he wondered again, quite bitterly, why and how the planets had aligned in such a way to quite literally fuck him over in this elevator, where the most handsome man he'd ever seen was now lying in front of him, naked and quite the hot mess - a result of playing Truth or Dare.

Viktor, being the proud little shit he was, had chosen nothing but Dare - whether to egg Yuuri on or likewise.

Yuuri had wasted the pink nail polish he'd just bought for his sister Mari in response: his first dare being a cheap jab at the man's dignity. Though, it did little to do so, as Viktor painted his nails happily, albeit messily, and wore his paint job loud and proud.

After that, he had dared the man to write the Russian National Anthem on his leg with a black sharpie, one he’d conveniently carried around in his coat’s breast pocket. Viktor had done so entirely without complaint, going as far as to showcase his leg in a fucking split.

The dares that followed were mild, if not slightly concerning - Yuuri having dared Viktor to lick the floor, to pluck the hanging tinsel from the corners of the elevator and stuff it in his mouth, to try and do a handstand, to stand on one foot for two minutes and so on.

Watching Viktor, physical perfection on legs, trying to stuff a wad of sparking red tinsel down his throat was more amusing than Yuuri cared to say, and it came to show that the taller man was just as human as he was, despite his uncanny appearance to that of a greek god.

Although Yuri didn't even want to recall how Viktor had ended up wearing nothing but his socks, and even the nasty black eye now splotching across his fair skin.

He was more than happy to block that out from his memory.

Because of this, he’d stuck religiously to choosing Truth, not at all willing to risk whatever was left of his self-respect, in fear that Viktor would take no pity on him and get his revenge.

In fact, the worst question Viktor had asked him was,

"What's your biggest turn on?"

And Yuuri, being the sad, and easily embarrassed person that he was, had panicked and briskly declared, "Katsu...don?", his confidence soon blinking out like a candle flame halfway through saying so - it was evident in his statement all but becoming a gratifying question.

It was 6:29pm, and Yuuri's sure that help was on its way - for he could hear the bustling of what he assumed to be mall security outside the elevator. He wondered briefly, how worrying it would be for the two men to step out the elevator, one untouched, and the other looking as though they'd flushed themselves down the toilet. Repeatedly.

Yuuri kept his gaze away from Viktor and his...glory. He scowls, remembering how Viktor won the dog toy fair and square: Yuuri having refused to carry on playing after Viktor's little strip tease. Or whatever the hell it was.

He sighs another sad sigh, shaking his head and wishing for oblivion.

---

It was 7:01pm, when the elevator doors were finally opened. Yuuri and Viktor were helped up, blankets wrapped securely around the both of them - specifically Viktor, for obvious reasons.

Security were nothing short of polite but it was safe to say that when they managed to open the elevator doors, the last thing they were expecting was a 5'9" Russian man to come stumbling out, naked and, oh yes, naked.

They were ushered to a nearby bench on the fourth floor, surrounded by nearby onlookers who were whispering amongst themselves. The mall security had asked them politely to wait by, probably to offer some sort of compensation, Yuuri expected.

They sat in silence: hungry and tired - most definitely ready to go home, after a lovely evening spent stuck in the elevator for roughly five hours.

Viktor clutched at the dog toy and his blanket - his clothes and plastic shopping bag resting rumpled on his lap. Yuuri kept his head ducked down, listening pathetically to Mariah Carey and her silky singing echoing in the mall.

All I want for Christmas, Yuuri pondered spitefully: beyond mortified by the near nude man beside him and his demeaning loss when playing Truth or Dare, is to dig my own grave!

Suddenly, Viktor spoke up besides Yuuri.

"I was thinking-"

"No! Viktor, when you think, it ends badly!" Yuuri exclaimed, turning to point at Viktor's general being and the chew toy that he held loosely, "that was traumatic."

"It's nothing bad! Or at least I don't think it is..." Viktor helpfully supplied.

Wait, was as he, blushing?

"...What is it then?"

"Do you, uh...thinkthatVicchanwouldliketohaveaplaydatewithMakka?"

"Huh?"

Viktor coughed, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. His blanket fell from his shoulders and rested at his waist. Yuuri kept his gaze from trailing down, and could've sworn he was going to have a heart attack.

"I just...uhm, do you want to, maybe, uh...organise a play date for our dogs, or something?"

Yuuri straightened up immediately.

"You, you don't have to say yes! I'm sorry! I-I get that you're probably really busy, since Christmas is in like, two days, and you might have better things to do than go out with me - I mean, go out with my dog, wait, no! I mean-" Viktor rambled on, his face getting redder by the minute.

Yuuri, being the good, merciful, and apparently brave that person he is, disregarded all rational thought and leaned in to kiss Viktor on his cheek; a sweet press of his lips to soft skin that made the dark haired male tingle all over.

He pulled away, noting the relentless flush that started from Viktor's hairline, all the way down to his toned chest. And along with that, the older man's abrupt silence. He stared quizzically at Yuuri, reaching to touch the cheek that had been kissed.

"I'd love for our dogs to have a play date. But on one condition," Yuuri teased, a devilish grin making its way into his face, "you take me on that date, okay, Viktor Nikiforov? We can't afford to forget about class, now can we?"

He was bombarded with a humiliated shriek: a high-pitched squeal that left Viktor's lips, which stringed along like music to the younger man's ears, and a promise for a date - both for his dog and himself.

This was not how he'd planned his Wednesday evening, two days before Christmas, to go. No, not at all.

But he certainly wasn't complaining. Anymore, at least.

---

BONUS:

“I’ll see you later, Viktor! Um, merry Christmas! Oh, yeah and Monday, alright, Vicchan and I will see you then! Call me!” Yuuri all but whispered hastily, carrying his shopping and Viktor’s heart away with him to the other side of the parking lot.

Luckily, their cars were in the same district, and the Russian watched dreamily as Yuuri made his way to his car, and he himself got into his. He giggled bashfully, glad he forgot to go Christmas shopping last week.

What were the chances that he’d have ended up spending five hours with such an attractive and certainly interesting man, in the small confines of a horribly decorated elevator?

He smiled softly, making one last assessment of his things. His watch, shoes, shirt, pants - it was all here! Along with his shopping bag, Yuuri’s number and-

Wait.

Where...

Where was the dog toy?

Viktor didn’t enough time to fully wrap his head around the disappearance of the chew toy, before he heard maniacal laughter, and a dark blue Volkswagen blurring past. The car’s windows were rolled down, an insulting pastel pink lolling out slightly.

“Finders, keepers!”

A mortified gasp.

“Yuuri!”

Fin

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chipistrate · 2 years

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Present Kid!

Since I didn’t manage to get her done and have, sadly, abandoned her. I decided to show the progress I did get done for my first 3D model, and my first ahit mod! I don’t normally say this, but I’d really appreciate if you took the time to read this post. This project means a lot to me, and I want her to be out there, even if she didn’t get finished.

This actually started out as a level mod I made spontaneously, but I wasn’t able to do that. I wrote out the entire script, and after realizing I couldn’t make the level mod, I started workshopping it into a comic. That also didn’t go anywhere, though aspects of it did get reworked into storybook pages that also never got made! But I do still have the thumbnails!

The first was called A Merry Beginning, explaining HK and Presents past. The second was how I workshopped the entire plot of the mod into a storybook, it took the name of the mod; Hat Kids Christmas Celebration! She also was going to have an introduction piece in the style of the ones in the ahit manual

That’s enough of that- let’s get into the actual process of Presents making! So, it started with the initial character design idea, which surprisingly didn’t go through any changes.

She was digitalized and given color the same day! Then I had to make her model sheet, obviously.

This was difficult, but really fun! It’s amazing to see how she translated into the Ahit style! Then I got started on modeling! This was my very first 3D model, so the process may be a bit messy.

Heads up: I was posting my progress on my Instagram stories, so sorry for the low quality images. I started this whole project on November 26th, and started modeling on November 28th

I spent about 2 days on her first model, before scrapping it and starting over

This was extremely difficult- her skirt was not wanting to cooperate. It went through three changes before I landed on one I liked. . Aaaaaaaaaaand then I might’ve stopped working on it until a week before Christmas- hahaaa..... That was probably the beginning of the end, but the progress I made within a weeks time is impressive! Disclaimer- DONT DO WHAT I DID! I’m still recovering from the crunch time, late nights, and extreme stress. Unless you’re a college student who’s used to such a thing, don’t do it. The aftermath is not fun.

I made decent progress on day 1, almost finishing her body.

Next day I started work on the hair, which was difficult since it’s a completely different modeling style I needed to learn, but I finished it within a few days after three re-models.

I finally landed on this one that I was very satisfied with! And I moved on to finishing the body and adding a few details.

By day 4 she was textured completely, but before I got to that stage, I had to stop working for a couple hours because I got so excited my heartrate elevated and my hands started shaking and I just couldn’t concentrate- lmao

Also, very important detail; She has freckles! Now... Rigging... that was uh...

An experience. This was a giant motivation killer, I spent 5 painstaking hours trying to figure it out by myself, which was a huge mistake. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had grey hairs because of this.

BUT! Then I learned about weight painting! (Don’t ask how I didn’t know about it previously- I was severely confused and sleep deprived at that point). Though it took another 2-3 days to finish the weight painting, she was finally completed! I then moved onto;

EXPRESSIONS!

I actually managed to finish her entire expression sheet within a day! So, everything was ready to import! When,,

I also learned that she wasn’t the right FBX file type. Every time I tried importing her, the editor would either crash or she would come out looking completely wrong. This seems like such a stupid reason to give up on such a project, but I had been drained of all my mental energy for this. I had put so much into it, and I was barely able to enjoy Christmas because of it. After a day of trying to figure it out, I sadly admitted defeat and decided she wasn’t worth it anymore. It really is a shame I didn’t finish her, but I’m glad I even got this far! She was completely ready to import- and I did most of it in a weeks time! I love Present, I have a lot of ideas for her and other characters like her, but it’s for the best that I stopped working on her. Again, don’t do what I did. Don’t crunch yourself like this. It was a fun ride, but I can barely even remember what happened in that time because I had sunken myself completely into my work. Anytime I got a text I’d get annoyed, anytime I had to stop working I couldn’t get my mind off her. As somebody with an already shitty sleep schedule, she fucked it up so much and I was constantly sleep deprived. I’m still recovering from all of it, and I’m not sure if I can say whether it was worth it or not. Maybe I can share more about her, her story, and my ideas for the mod. But that’s for another post, for now, I need some sleep. I’m grateful I got as far as I did, and I love how she turned out, but I don’t think I’ll go through with completing her unless I have some assistance. Will I ever mod again? Honestly, I’d love to give it a shot! I have a ton of ideas written down or sketched out for outfit mods. I just don’t think I’ll be working on Playables for a long while. If you got this far, thank you. Genuinely, I appreciate you taking the time to read this far! This project still means a lot to me, and all I ask is for you to reblog it. Obviously, it’s alright if not, but I’d appreciate it.

Have a Happy New Years! Cheers to 2022!

#Present kid #Hat kids christmas celebration #ahit mods #a hat in time mod progress #ahit #i'm honestly not sure what else to say #I know this probably isn't the best idea #but I've already continued working on another project!#I've been working on it for awhile #But from here on out I'm going to try and make sure it doesn't end up how Present did!#I hope you guys will like it when it finally comes out #Happy New years!#God- reading this post #I just- having to compile my progress after days of not even wanting to think about it because I was so disappointed I didn't complete it #I'm mostly fine now so don't worry #But it's just funny I guess #How just two days ago I hated even thinking about her and would've never even thought about putting her out like this #Yet here I am #Making an entire post compiling her progress #In the end #I love Present #And I hope you guys will to

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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A Christmas to Remember

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Reader/You

This is my Secret Santa gift as part of the #Pedros12DaysofChristmas to one @mickeymouse-moshpit who wanted some fluff. This is my first time writing for Whiskey and I had a lot of fun with it. (Also, I sent an anon a while ago but I dont know if you ever saw it, or if tumblr ate it, so if you specified anything else my apologies!) I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Talks of loss of childhood dog, Whiskey mentions his deceased wife. Some anxiety issues in the form of trying to be a people pleaser.

It was a few days before Christmas Eve, and most of the Statesmen were spending the day catching up on paperwork before heading out on vacation. That is where you were; stuck in your office finishing up reports.

It has been a rough couple of weeks for you. A mission you went on a week ago, went terribly. Your CI had gotten killed, and you had almost walked into a trapped that could’ve been the death of you and your team.

Thankfully, another agent who had been your backup got you out of there before anything could happen. Agent Jack “Whiskey” Daniels had been a literal lifesaver that day.

Then on top of that, your childhood dog had passed away over a month ago. He had been about 15, so his passing wasn’t too shocking, but it still broke your heart. He had been with you through so many changes: college, jobs, moves, break-ups. This was the first Christmas in years, that you would be spending it alone.

So, here you were typing up the last report before the holidays, with a smidge of dread.

It was as you were editing the report that you saw Whiskey making his way out of his office across from yours. You had always thought he was extremely handsome. He was a flirt, sure, but he was damn good at his job. You had been trying to figure out how to properly thank him for days since he saved your ass.

You bit your lip as an idea popped up in your head, and found yourself chasing after him, trying to catch up before he got on the elevator.

“Hey Whiskey!” You called out when you see him waiting for the elevator, just ahead of you.

He turned around, slight confusion on his face as he watched you run up to him.

“Where’s the fire darling?” He asked slight concern in his voice.

“Sorry. Um. Was wondering… do you have any plans for Christmas Eve?” You slowly asked, trying to not sound too winded.

“Uh. Not much. I’m on the graveyard shift both nights. Why you ask honey?” He questioned curiously.

“Well. I tend to have a small dinner at home and watch cheesy Christmas movies. I was wondering if you would like to join me? No one should spend the holidays alone or at work,” You offered with a small smile, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

Whiskey stared at her surprised. He wasn’t expecting that.

“Um. That’s mighty kind of you. I may take you up on that. I’ll let you know, yeah?” He finally answered not knowing what to say.

You nodded your head, somewhat excitedly.

“Great. No pressure though! I just… don’t want to be alone to be honest. But um. Just let me know, okay?” You said with a wave as you walked back to your office.

You go back inside, finish your edits and sent off the report for review. It was as you were gathering your things, that you realized that what you said… sounded a little guilt trip-y.

You winced as you thought more and more about it. When you got down to your car, and was simply sitting in it, you decided to text him.

‘Hey, umm. I’m sorry if what I said early made you feel awkward. I just wanted to do something nice for you after that mission last week. If I overstepped or made you feel weird, I am sorry.’

You hit sent before typing out one more thing.

‘If you want… we can just ignore that whole conversation.’

You sent it and then threw your phone over into to the seat next to you, not wanting to look at it ever again.

You made your way home and soon enough you were walking upstairs into your apartment. As you set your stuff down, you checked your phone expecting something horrific. There was nothing. You unlocked it to see the conversation, wanting to be sure nothing had been said. All that was there were your two messages. So, you continued on with your night, checking your phone occasionally.

Two days later, it was Christmas Eve, and you still had yet to hear from Whiskey. You simply sigh in resignation that he was either weirded out by you, or just wasn’t interested.

You began cooking your dinner at about 11am. You tended to make a lot of food, despite it usually only being for one person. You loved leftovers and it meant not having to cook a lot for a few days. It was about 3pm when you were fixing up the ham, getting ready to put it in the oven, when you heard a knock at the door.

You stared at it confused before walking over to it. When you opened it, there was a man you didn’t know standing there.

“Uh. Can I help you?” You asked awkwardly looking at him and the dishes he was carrying.

He looked at you then at the door number, and went, “Aw. Shit. Sorry. Got off on the wrong floor. My bad. Um. Merry Christmas?”

You laughed a little and said, “Merry Christmas to you. Enjoy whatever you’re about to eat, it smells delicious!”

He threw a ‘thanks’ over his shoulder as he walked away. You close the door and went back over to your ham. You finished preparing it and set it in the oven, creating a timer for it.

You were in the middle of cleaning up the slight mess that had been from that and was setting the table with everything that you had made earlier when another knock came to your door.

You walk over with a sigh, mentally preparing to direct another person who was at the wrong door. But upon opening it, you were surprised to see Whiskey standing there instead. He was wearing a simple black polo and jeans, a white cowboy hat in one hand and a bottle of wine tucked under his arm.

“Hi,” He greeted with a small smile.

“Hey,” You were shocked to say the least.

It took a moment for your brain to start functioning again before you realized you had yet to let him in. You stepped aside and he walked in setting his hat on a rung on the coat rack.

“I uhh… I brought some white wine. I remember you saying you’re not a fan of red,” He stated showing you the bottle.

You smiled at him meekly, and asked, “You remembered that?”

He nodded with a small smirk, “I only remember the important things.”

“My preference in wine is important?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Indeed. I find most things that you tell me about yourself important. How else would I be able to woo you?” He fired back his smirk growing.

You felt your face warm with embarrassment before clearing your throat, “Ahem. Um. Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes. There’s plenty to snack on as well, so help yourself.”

You made your way into the kitchen to get a bottle opener and a pair of wine glasses. Whiskey followed you, taking the opener from you gently. He quietly opened the bottle and poured the both of you glasses.

He then picked up both glasses and took them over to the couch, holding them, waiting for you to join him. You sat down next to him and took one. You clinked your glasses together before taking a sip.

You turned slightly to look at him, leaning back on your couch.

“Are you uh… still doing the graveyard shift tonight?” You politely asked, fiddling with the stem of your drink.

“No. I’m not. Decided against it,” He answered softly.

“Why uhh… why did you agree to do them in the first place, if I may ask?” You inquired, propping your arm up on the back of the couch to rest your head on it.

“Nothin’ better to do. Haven’t really celebrated the holidays in years. Not uhh. Not since my wife died,” He admitted with a flinch.

You stared at him, horrified. You didn’t know what to say. What does one say after that?

“I’m sorry… if this.. if this bothers you, you don’t have to stay,” You whispered feeling awful.

“It doesn’t bother me. Not as much as I thought it would. To be honest, I had planned on saying no. But. I don’t know. Somethin’ kept naggin’ at me to go. Maybe it’s cause yer the first woman in years that I’ve truly been interested, if it’s not too forward of me to say?” He confessed looking you in the eyes.

As you met his gaze, could see the honesty in his eyes. You set your glass of wine down, and got up, to walk over to the fridge. You reached in and pulled out 2 beers.

“Drinking wine doesn’t quite feel right for the current mood,” You lamely joked handing him one of them.

He chuckled softly and murmured in agreement.

“I lost my dog a month ago… Old age. Passed away in his sleep. ‘Best way for a pet to go’ as I’ve been told by everyone. Never really knew just how quiet this place can get without him. Thought about getting another to fill the void but I don’t know… None quite measure up I guess,” You told him before taking a swig of beer wincing slightly at taste of it mixing with the wine.

“I was about to ask, I remember you talking about him a lot,” He said with a nod.

“I know it’s silly, to not want to spend a holiday alone when your usual company was a dog-” You began to explain before he cut you off.

“It’s not silly to me. Now, I’m not quite sure who put that in ya head, but he was yer family. Just because he was a pet, doesn’t invalidate that or your grief,” He began, his hand gently brushing against your cheek. “I’m just… happy that ya asked me to come be with you.”

You smiled in appreciation, your hand reaching up to touch his as you leaned your cheek into it.

He slowly moved forward, his eyes glancing between yours and your lips, silently asking for permission. His lips slowly met yours a moment after you nodded your once. You kissed back just as hesitantly. His hand at your cheek, slowly slid into your hair bring you closer.

The kiss was slow but with each second that passed, the both of you gained more confidence. The kiss became deeper and more passionate. Your hands slid around his neck, slowly burying themselves into his hair. His other hand was fiddling with the hem of your shirt, brushing against the skin he found there.

The only reason why either of you pulled away was to suck in some much-needed air as you felt your lungs burn a little. You wanted to go back for more, but the kitchen timer was going off, signaling the ham was done. The both of you chuckle as you took in the state of each other: lips swollen, hair a mess.

You quietly stood up to go take the ham out of the oven. The both of you fixed up a plate, and began to watch a few Christmas movies, curling up next to each on the couch. You were about halfway through the Nightmare Before Christmas when you paused it to put your plates into the sink.

“Before we continue… I.. I got you something,” You said to him walking over to your tree.

You picked up a small box that you had labelled as “Whiskey.”

The both of you returned to the couch, as you handed him the present.

He opened it stating, “I didn’t get you anything. Now I feel a bit bad ‘bout that”

As he opened the box to reveal a watch his breath caught. He looked at it and then slowly turned his wrist to look at the watch he had on. It was almost identical to the one he wore now, just silver instead of gold.

He pulled it out gently, examining it. What really got him was when he saw the engraving at the back. It had his name… and the name of his wife.

His gaze turned to you in confused amazement.

“I’ve seen you prepare for missions a lot, and when I first started, I was one of the people who had to lock up personal items when the mission called for extreme discretion. I noticed on your watch it had a name on it. I didn’t know who she was, but I figured she had to be pretty important to you. You mentioned a while back that it broke, and no one’s been able to repair it. So, I tried to find one that looked similarly,” You explained biting your lip.

He looked at you for a moment longer, before turning back to the watch. He gently set the watch back into its box.

You opened your mouth to apologize when he stopped you… by pulling you into a kiss. The kiss was brief but passionate.

“Thank you, darlin’. That’s… that’s the kindest thing anyone’s done for me in a long while,” He whispered against your lips, as he reached up to wipe away a tear that had escaped.

“You’re welcome. I was hoping you’d like it. I was worried you’d hate it,” You admitted.

“You worry too much. You need to stop worryin’ about upsettin’ everyone all the time. You are one of the best agents we have, and everyone adores you,” He assured you, kissing you again and pulling you into his arms.

You smiled sheepishly at that and nodded. You curled back into his side, and he held you as close as possible. You continued to watch movies until you fell asleep, feeling safe and warm next to him.

As morning came and you slowly woke up on the couch, a blanket covering you. As you sat up, looking around, you realized you were alone. You got up looking around trying to see if he left a note.

As you walked toward the kitchen to your phone, you realized that it had been cleaned up. He had put away and saved the food that had been left out.

She checked her phone and saw that there was one message waiting for her.

‘Needed to go do some things. Merry Christmas, beautiful. If it’s alright, I’d like to see you again tonight?’ -Whiskey

You sent a quick response back, ‘I would love to see you tonight! Merry Christmas!’

The rest of the day you went and hung out with some friends for Christmas and did gift exchanges. When you finally came back home, it was late in the day. You set the presents down and freshened up really quick before Whiskey arrived.

It didn’t take very long before you heard a knock on the door; perfectly timed since you had just finished cleaning up. You could feel yourself get excited at the thought of seeing Whiskey again. You walked over to the door to see Whiskey standing there with a large box in his arms, that was brightly colored.

You stared at him, slightly confused at the box. It was as you stared at it that you noticed a shimmer of silver. He had put on the watch.

“Hey darlin’. So. Funny story. I went out planning to ask a friend a question… when I saw something in an alleyway,” He began to explain hesitantly.

He slowly lifted the lid off to reveal a puppy. “He was alone. Took him to my friend who works with a shelter and had one of those fancy scanner things that checks for microchips. Found none. When I told him where I found this lil guy, they said it’s a common place for people to dump pets.”

You stared at the puppy wide-eyed, vaguely aware of what Whiskey was saying to you. The puppy gave a small bark, and his tail wagged excitedly. You could feel your heart melting as you stared at him. You could feel your eyes swelling up with tears.

You slowly reached forward, holding your hand out to his face to sniff. He sniffed it once and then began to lick your hand several times, causing you to choke out a laugh. You then picked up out of the box and held him close to you.

He gave you several kisses before snuggling into your arms.

“I uh… I think I’m gonna have to keep him,” You said tearily as you held him.

“Those are happy tears, right?” He asked nervously.

“Yes. Very happy,” You answered with a laugh, moving back to let him in.

“I had planned on just askin’ my friend about any available dogs for you, thinkin’ maybe we could go find you one tomorrow when the shelter was open. Then I just found him on my way over. I ain’t a big believer in fate but…” He trailed off smiling as he watched you.

“You wanted to take me on a date to find a puppy?” She asked setting the puppy down to let him explore.

“Yes ma’am. I did indeed,” He replied stepping toward her. “Now, however, I think it’s gonna be a get supplies for the little rascal kind of date.”

“I’m good with that, but uhh… I do believe that I need to kiss you right now,” You said with moving closer to him.

“Oh? Is that right? Well then... please don’t let me stop you,” He drawled as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you in as close as he could.

You giggled in response as you kissed him slowly and thoroughly, your arms around his neck. He kissed back, his arms lifting you slightly off your feet.

You broke apart when you heard a little bark at your feet. The both of you looked down to see the puppy staring up at the two of you, tilting his head.

You reached down and picked him up and as you held him, you looked at Whiskey who was smiling brightly at you.

“Not gonna lie, honey. This has probably been one of the better Christmases I’ve had in a long time,” He said fondly.

“Same here. Maybe uhh… when the holidays are over, we could go on some proper dates?” You proposed.

“I’d like that. I’d like that a lot,” He remarked pressing a kiss to your lips, before giving a small kiss to the puppy’s forehead.

You smiled and as the two of you spent the rest of the evening together, the both of you realized something. This wasn’t what you were expecting for Christmas at all, but neither of them will ever complain. This was a Christmas to remember.

#fluff #jack whiskey daniels #jack whiskey daniels x reader #whiskey x reader #pedros12daysofchristmas

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texas-hates-taxes-too · 3 years

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A Very Red Christmas in Blood Gulch

I have this scene stuck in my head, sorry if its not super great, its been a long time since I wrote anything decent

Hope you enjoy!

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"Merry Christmas, Sarge!" Donut saluted quickly (and improperly) before shoving a gift bag towards Sarge.

"Appreciated, now where's everyone else?"

"Just coming, sir", simmons wandered into the room with Grif in tow. Simmons was in his undersuit but Grif was still in pyjamas, looking like he'd just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. Lopez came in last.

"Good. Now men, today is the greatest, and reddest, holiday of them all. Christmas! And so we will be celebrating appropriately. Here's your cards."

Sarge quickly handed each of them a card.

"Uhh, where we supposed to be getting gifts? Because I didnt so that", Grif yawned while opening his card.

"Grif, I would expect nothing more than for you to be a disappointment even on the reddest holiday of the year, which is why I entrusted Simmons with buying a gift for me in your name"

Simmons was currently staring at the front of his card with watery eyes. The card said 'Merry Christmas to my Son'.

"....dude, are you crying?" Grif hadnt been moved at all by his own card, which also said son on the front but had a torrent of insults written inside it.

"What, no! Of course not." Simmons quickly dried his eyes and then handed over two gifts to sarge, "Merry Christmas, sir. Thank you for the card."

"Kissas"

"Shut up"

Donut looked over to where lopez was staring at his card, he couldn't really tell how lopez felt about it, because lopez didn't have a face, but luckily Donut was pretty good-ish at reading body language.

"Don't like your card, Lopez? Whats wrong, do you not like Christmas?... ohh, are you Jewish? We shouldn't have assumed"

".......No. No soy judío. Soy un robot."

Donut turned to Lopez, "robots can still celebrate holidays! I heard that Sheila is celebrating," he said teasingly, "I also heard caboose got her a really nice present, you'll have to get her something really good if you're gonna win her heart!"

Lopez didn't say anything but he walked away after few moments.

"Ah young robot love." donut sighed.

"Time to go deliver cards to the blues, men" sarge picked up his gun and another 6 cards before heading out.

"Fine, but I'm not putting clothes on." Grif grumbled before leaving, still in his pyjamas.

Donut grabbed more gift bags and skipped out after them.

Simmons was last to leave, he had taken his card back to his bunk and was just sitting looking at it. It was stupid, he thought, to get so emotional about something as small as a card. But he just couldn't help it, the card and the words on it were the best gift he'd gotten in years. He gave it one last look and smiled before running out to join the others.

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Lopez had joined them on the walk over.

"Did you find a gift for Sheila, Lopez?" Donut asked as they walked.

"Si." Lopez held up a spanner that he'd stuck a red bow on.

"Aww, I bet she'll love it!"

Grif leaned into Simmons. "Whats a tank gonna do with a spanner?" He whispered.

"...why are you asking me?"

They arrived at blue base.

"Hellooo! We're here for Christmas!" Donut yelled.

Church stumbled out of blue base still in his pyjamas.

"Hey, shut the fuck up reds, people are trying to sleep!"

"At 12pm? You're worse than Grif." Simmons responded.

"Not true, I'd get up at 3pm if you'd let me."

Sarge put his gun away and pulled out some cards.

"Alright blue, get the rest of your filthy buddies out here, we've got cards for ya"

"And presents!" Donut added.

"Presents?!" Caboose poked his head out of blue base's entry way, he was already fully dressed in armor.

"Here's yours, caboose!" Donut held out a dark blue gift bag for Caboose who quickly ran over like an excited puppy.

"Oh I love gifts! I got gifts for all of you too! Just wait here and I'll go get them."

"Now wait a minute there blue, I gotta give you your card", sarge handed caboose a card and then tossed another at church.

"I don't celebrate Christmas" church said flatly, bot bothering to open the card.

"Of course you don't, you're a blue and this is a red holiday! Consider this an act of war!" Sarge yelled back.

"Thats not— y'know what, nevermind"

Church wandered back into blue base.

"Tell the rest of your buddies to get out here!" Sarge shouted after him.

Caboose had torn open the his card and was slowly reading through it. His card said 'to my son' like the reds' cards but had 'blue' written in pen above the word son, inside it had a message about how caboose was pretty great for a blue and would always be welcome on red team (if he was willing to give up his blue ways).

"Aww, thank you seargent!" Caboose picked up sarge to big him a big hug, "I like being on blue team, but the card is very very nice."

Sarge tried to look unbothered by the bone crushing hug.

"Dont mention it blue." He crossed his arms, "seriously, never, ever mention it."

Eventually Tex and Tucker stumbled out the base, looking similarly dressed to church.

"Why did Church wake me up just to talk to you guys?" Tucker groaned.

"We brought gifts! For Christmas." Donut held up the gift bags to show them.

"Oh so this Christmas thing is actually a celebration and not just an excuse to get drunk?" Tex joked.

"Seriously, Tex, what planet were you born on that you haven't heard of Christmas before?"

"Earth"

"I dont buy it"

"Ahem!" Sarge interrupted their conversation. "Here."

The two took their cards as well as their gifts from Donut.

"How did you actually get cards that say 'to my enemy' on them?" Tex asked.

"To Minor Junior Private Tucker negative third class— thats not a real rank— have a terrible Christmas, lots of hate, from red seargent of the red army, the greatest army in all of blood gulch." Tucker read his card out. "Gee thanks."

"Your welcome."

"Thanks for the invitation to join red team Sarge but unless your gonna pay me I have to decline." Tex's card had included a very inspiring message about how great things would be if she joined the red team.

"Hey sarge, you want me to pay Tex 300 bucks to join red team?" Simmons asked.

"You clearly don't know my prices."

Caboose came back out the base carrying a pile of haphazardly wrapped gifts.

"I brought my gifts presents, here you go!" Caboose's tossed a gift at each of the reds. Each one was clearly some sort of gift wrapped weapon.

"Thanks.... caboose..." Grif said, looking at what was definitely a hand pistol.

"Oh I love grenades!" Donut said, "thank you caboose, these are perfect."

Caboose grinned.

"Your welcome!"

"Oh! You know what, I've actually been wanting to get a knife for ages," Simmons said, "thanks Caboose."

"Mm. No blue shotgun will ever replace my superior red shotgun, but I... appreciate it," Sarge said reluctantly.

"What did you get, Lopez?" Donut asked.

"Un rifle roto. voy a encontrar a Sheila."

"Huh, hey Caboose did you know that the gun you gave Lopez is broken?"

"Yes."

Tucker looked between caboose and lopez.

"This is getting weird again, I'm going back in."

Tex turned to the reds.

"Well thanks for coming by but we've got our own Christmas stuff to do I assume, see ya"

"Ah yes. I better go too, bye guys! Thanks for the presents, Merry Christmas!" Caboose yelled before running back inside.

"Well that was nice, should we go back?" Donut asked, " I made Christmas snacks and they're ready to eat!"

Why didn't you say so, let's go" Grif turned away and started heading back to red base, going faster than he had on the way there.

They all started heading after him, ready for a day of very-red Christmas celebrations.

Sarge watched his team with a strange warm feeling in his chest.

"Merry Christmas, boys."

#this is not proof read at all enjoy #rvb #red vs blue #Christmas #fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #oneshot #red team #blood gulch chronicles

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gojoyogurt · 3 years

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happy birthday megumi!! :D

okay i dont rly have any idea what to write for our dear boy megumi so here’s a short hc of him celebrating with the peeps in the photo ^^

gojo, nobara and itadori were waiting outside megumis room with JFC ( i like to think of this as jujutsu fried chicken but you can come up with ur own hehe ), a cake and party poppers

it was quite early in the morning so megumi wasnt awake yet, they decided to surprise him early in the morning so that he can start the day on a good note ( since our dear megumi is always in a somewhat grumpy mood so its just to put him in a “less grumpy mood” )

they started getting impatient so they just sat on the floor outside his room, waiting for the birthday boy to AT LEAST make some noise in his room. both itadori and nobara were on the verge of falling asleep since they were up super early in the morning and gojo just disappeared.

after a while, megumi FINALLY made some kind of noise ( sounded like crashing ) in his room, which jolted both itadori and nobara awake and took their positions on the opposite sides of the door. and not surprisingly, GOJO WAS STILL GONE.

since megumi could come out at ANYTIME, itadori quickly called gojo on his phone, but he didnt answer so itadori just kept spam calling him until he actually picked up.

“YAH! megumi is already up! get your ass back here before he comes out of his room!!” itadori screamed into his phone. suddenly the door slammed open and low and behold, the birthday boy was staring at both nobara and itadori.

before megumi could even say anything, nobara already dragged itadori away while smacking his head since the plan was ruined. he was just standing alone at his door, confused, alone... he just forgot about the whole situation and headed towards their classroom.

he already knew something was up so he had his guard on the whole time. while walking to the classroom, for some reason his heart kept beating so fast so he clenched his clothes over his heart, hoping it would slow it down somehow but it didnt work.

he slowly approached the classroom and stopped at the door before entering the classroom. “you dumbass why did you disappear?!” he heard nobara scream in the classroom. there was so much buckering going on in the classroom that it basically spoiled their whole plan. with all that aside, megumi entered the classroom with a smirk on his face.

when he opened the classroom door, he just stared at gojo on the table, nobara trying to chase gojo and itadori laughing hysterically on the floor. the moment the door was fully opened, the three of them just halted in their positions and the room went quiet for a while as they stared at each other.

the three of them scrambled to the door and screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” to him. itadori popped a party popper right after, gojo was just holding a cake and nobara was holding the chicken. and after that... it all went silent, AGAIN.

the 4 of them just stood in awkward silence for a while before someone even said anything. “here have some cake!” gojo said as he smashed the whole cake onto megumis face. both nobara and itadori was shocked and trying yo hold back their laughter at the same time. megumis face was just a mess with party streamers and cake all over it.

gojo had already yeeted out of the classroom to get a headstart on his escape and megumi dashed out to find gojo just chilling on the side. they made eye contact and the chase around the classroom began. itadori and nobara were laughing their asses off somewhere in the classroom while there was cake flying everywhere.

soon all four of them lost steam and were just lying down in the cake wrecked classroom. “you know guys, this was one of the best birthdays ive had” megumi said inbetween breathes. “YOU BIG SOFT BABY DONT GO ALL SENTIMENTAL AND DEPRESSED NOW” itadori screamed as he jumped onto megumi while punching him in the stomach. gojo and nobara just laughed at the sight and it was a serotonin filled classroom :)

heyoo!! hope you liked this one! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DEAR BOI MEGUMI YAYYY. anddd also happy birthday to kageyama woohoo!!! sorry if it seemed rushed or short, i didnt really know what to write for him so i just did this hehe. anywhoo christmas is coming so have a merry christmas and a happy new year!! stay safe this holiday guys and have fun!!

also ill be posting on christmas so do look forward to that!! requests are still open so dont be afraid to request anything!!

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #anime #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumifushiguro #happy birthday megumi!!

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noctuascion · 4 years

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It's Christmas in Apex Legends. Time for some HCs for our favorites.

Mirage

Absolutely ADORES Christmas—fuck, he's hosting an entire event based around it. He loves decorating, baking, anything Christmas-related.

Definitely celebrates it with his fellow combatants. Proceeds to annoy the ever-loving shit out of everyone with Christmas music.

"rInG tInG tInGlE bOnG bInG BaNg DiNgLe DoNg DoO"

He gets a lot of death threats from Caustic.

Has a weird nutcracker collection.

Wraith

She hates winter. She despises the cold.

However, she's relaxed a lot since her debut, so she enjoys the festivities with her fellow Legends.

She tries to help with decorating, but it ends up either looking silly with clashing colors and lopsided decorated, or it's just bad.

Everyone appreciates her effort, though.

She's sure it's not her first Christmas, but she's happy one of her first memories will be spending the holidays with her friends.

Wattson

Easily the biggest contributor to the light fixtures they use for the decor.

Mandatory taste-tester for any and all desserts. If it hasn't been tested by her—well, sorry, but it isn't suitable to be released to the others.

Although she misses celebrating with her father, she tries her best to celebrate without bringing down herself with memories of papa.

Writes cards to everyone and attaches little candy canes. Although she tries to make it anonymous, everyone knows it's her (but they don't have the heart to tell her she's been found out).

Octane

Spends the entirety of December trying to perform death-defying stunts involving a flamethrower, a Christmas tree, a motorcycle, and Pathfinder.

Fortunately, Lifeline managed to prevent anything from transpiring, so their Christmas tree (and Pathfinder) are safe.

Proceeds to spend the entire month spiking hot cocoa with caffeine and sugar.

He makes Crypto have a sugar crash and Wattson ends up making enormous light fixtures that cause multiple power outages and short circuits.

Lifeline yells at him.

Pathfinder

Easily the most enthusiastic about participating in the holidays.

Bakes, cooks, cleans, decorates, sings, and gets presents for everyone he can afford.

Totally believes in Santa Clause, so he sees Caustic in his costume and asks for something for Christmas.

Shockingly enough, the robot finds a present in his room on Christmas Day.

Lifeline

She manages to convince Octane to help her set up a charity livestream to help raise funds for certain charity organizations.

Everyone participates (sans a select few) and they raise a fair amount of money, which is donated, as intended.

She then spends most of the month trying to help the various Legends that helped.

She makes a rather mean hot cocoa, though Crypto and Wattson are hesitant to indulge.

She yells at Octane again.

Bangalore

Unfortunately, Bangalore doesn't indulge too much in the holidays. She's more reserved and keeps to herself during December.

Occasionally, she'll go outside in the cold and just take a jog, but, other than that, she doesn't do much.

Appreciates Christmas music but she's sick of Mirage singing "All I Want for Christmas is you" to Crypto.

Likes to occasionally indulge in eggnog.

Caustic

Loves winter because everything dies.

He doesn't care too much for the holidays aside from occasional Christmas movies.

He has a cute Santa-themed Christmas mug he menacingly makes his coffee in. No one likes going into the kitchen because they spot a giant man standing in the middle of the room, staring at them.

He celebrates his own way.

Keeps threatening to experiment on Mirage if he doesn't shut up.

Merry Christmas, Caustic.

Crypto

Actually somehow manages to be even more reserved and soft-spoken around Christmas time.

December reminds him of holidays spent with Mystik and Mila, so he does what he does best: secludes himself from the others.

Whenever he does leave his room (aside from matches), he usually indulges in candy canes and other sweets.

Has a bit of fondness for the decor, but he doesn't really mention that to anyone (especially Mirage).

Wakes up on Christmas morn to Mirage making him breakfast.

He calls him an idiot.

Someone (it was him) hung mistletoe on his drone, so plenty of people were caught under it.

Didn't expect to get caught under it with Mirage.

Gibraltar

CHRISTMAS HUGS, BRUDDA'!

Every morning, one new Legend gets a hug—INCLUDING Caustic. No one is safe from his bear hugs.

Most were immensely grateful. Mirage was startled but ultimately fine with it, but he underestimated Crypto's body mass and crushed him.

It's okay. He made up for it with a softer hug.

He buys presents for EVERYONE, too. Yes, even Caustic.

He can't open candy canes without breaking them.

He made pie!

"i'M oPeNiN' tHe PrEsEnT"

Bloodhound

Not exactly the most festive, so they remain to themselves like they normally do.

Occasionally, someone will find a shiny trinket as a present, or a knife. They dont know if it's a threat or an actual present.

Also carves more for some reason.

Unintentionally adds to Mirage's nutcracker collection when they make him one.

They're doing their best.

Merry Christmas!!!

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uwua3 · 4 years

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i think i will also join stargirl in repping the server!! its very fun and you can make a lot of new friends and get a pretty supportive community around you! also idk how merry a christmas celebration would be for all the filos when cloud anon... you know haha!! ive recently gotten back into stardew valley and started thinking about how, if i dont go to college in the end, i'd love to be a fisherman or work at a farmer's market. it started to make me wonder what kind of jobs everyone-💖 (1/2)

good midnight to both of us, chuuchuu 💗💕💝💞💓💘💖✨🥺 i hope you’re asleep for school on monday~ 💖✨ + hehe thank you for repping the server !! (*＾ω＾)人(＾ω＾*) it is true~ if you’re interested in ever joining, you can always make friends and have a welcoming family! 😄 (haha... cloud ☁️... she’s the #Best!) + i’m glad to hear you’re getting back into stardew valley, that sounds so fun and i wish you the best in your gameplay !! 🍅🥬🥒🌽

what an interesting question as always, chuu!

😄✨💞 i always saw you as a helpful and selfless person, so working in a maid/butler café would suit you so well! 🤍🖤 not only that, but you have the #Stamina & #Charisma to work as a fishermen/in farmer’s market, you got this! ٩( 'ω' )و ah... this is Hard since most careers are geared towards after college, maybe a delivery person! i’d like to work in the usps 💌📮 i do not know if the usps requires college education, so sorry if i got that wrong! + everyone have fun at school, (i am sending everyone off with Lunch 🍎🍱🥢 in the mornings) — goodnight, i love you, chuuchuu 💗💕💕💓💘💖💞💝

Bunnie 💗🐰

#chuu anon 💖#bunnie’s anon family potluck!

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petitprincess1 · 4 years

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A Banger Party

Summary: Charlie wants to throw a Christmas party for the hotel, but something terribly goes awry and causes her to become overwhelmed. Well...nothing that a bit of light radio static can't fix.

Characters: Charlie, Alastor, and Vaggie (briefly mentioned)

Words: 1,097

Was written as a Christmas gift for @amarynthian-fortress, but I guess Christmas came early for her. Love ya and merry Christmas to a

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The sounds of laughter, merriment, explosions, and screams filled the air as another Christmas partied on in Hell. One would assume it would be odd for a bunch of sinisters celebrating a typically Christian holiday, but when you factor in all the capitalism, consumerism, and the annoying as fuck light up hats that play “Jingle Bells” for 24 hours, it seems more sinful for each passing moment.

However, despite all of that, Charlie still wished to bring the spirit of the holidays down to hell with a little party that she had planned. She even used extra the extra glitter for the posters! Extra glitter! Plus, she listed down all those that will be working at the hotel, during the time...mostly as a “subtle” way to show that the radio demon, himself will be attending.

Now, Vaggie, of course, had some notes about the whole thing, especially with Alastor running it. Although, she also knew that Charlie wanted to prove herself desperately, so she allowed her honeycrisp to take charge. ...She just made sure to keep an eye on the deer at all times.

When word got out about Alastor being a part of this disaster waiting to happen, sinners got to talking. Most probably showed up to see if this was even true and others probably were just bored. It didn’t matter either way to Charlie. She was just excited for others to see her hotel and finally take her cause seriously! And everything was fine...until they weren’t.

It started changing when the 10 proof alcohol suddenly became 90 proof of all varieties, less harmful drugs were being served sprinkled onto the hors d'oeuvres, and there also seemed to be weapons that got smuggled into the hotel. Charlie was dancing with Vaggie when the first bomb went off and it was enough to make the girl shrink away. Seeing everyone immediately become armed while somehow drunk or high off their asses made Charlie feel too overwhelmed, causing her to run off. Granted, she knew she had the power to make them do whatever she wished, but...that would go against her code.

So, now, she sat up in a random room, looking down at all the chaos going around. Well, at least her dad is getting a kick out of this. Charlie sighed as she slumped a bit and brought her knees up to her chest.

The demon princess heard the door squeak open and before she could do anything, a pinstriped jacket was draped over her shoulders. A voice soon followed after, chuckling and full of merry static, "Ma chère morelle, you really need to cover up more! It's a chilly 200 degrees down here, wouldn't want to catch your death of cold!"

Charlie didn't speak as she curled up a bit, just remaining silent. She then caught sight of Alastor sitting down next to her with his permasmile, while his eyes seemed to hold a bit of empathy. She asked him, "Why are you here? To laugh or gloat or whatever. I know that you're the one that caused this night to go to shit! I understand that you may be bored, but that is no reason to be a complete and total...um...er...dick muncher!"

Charlie glared up at him with her eyes glowing red and horns slightly peeking through. Alastor just kept the same easy smile on his face, while raising an eyebrow at her. Tears came into then princess's eyes as she calmed down and she sighed, rubbing at her eyes, "I'm sorry. I...I just...dont get-"

"I will admit that I did switch out your stale alcohol with drinks that are a bit more enticing, but the drugs and weapons are not my doing. My dear, I love spreading chaos, but I also enjoy watching the dominoes fall one-by-one over each other, until nothing can be told of how it first started. Everyone running around with their heads cut off, that kind of madness, Charlie. Giving everyone an automatic weapon with a bow wrapped around it is just too easy," Alastor admitted, while folding his hands on top of his lap like a true gentleman.

Charlie stared up at him in amazement, but then frowned as she placed her face into her hands. She just realized that someone had smuggled the rest into the hotel. She mumbled, "What am I doing? Maybe this is a bit over my head."

Alastor normally wouldn't mind seeing such sadness, but this wasn't how he planned to see her. Just a little dumbfounded is what he was reaching for. So, he placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it a bit. He grinned comfortingly, "Well, I wouldn't say that, chére. I did hear a chatter or two of people interested in this awful hotel business and may spread word, if a certain radio demon, as the youngsters say, "gives them a shout-out" on his next broadcast."

The princess then immediately leapt to her feet as she squealed, "Y-You….You don't mean- did you really-"

The deer demon waved his hand at her and chuckled, "Oh, dear, don't get too excited. Makes me ill. I am entwined in this business, after all, and if you fail, then I fail."

"W-Well, either way, thank you! I'll make it up to you somehow!" Charlie exclaimed, looking as if she was just ready to burst into song from how delighted she looked. That delight ended when an explosion shook the very foundations of the hotel, causing a bit of debris to fall. She sighed, "Guess we better stop this before it gets worse."

Before she could move away, Alastor grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and placed a hand around her waist, while his shadows fixed his jacket onto her more. He smiled devilishly, "Oh, I don't know. The night is still young, my pink lady. Why not have a bit of a dance with me? You already wasted so much time with that brutish insect girl that I felt lonely~"

Charlie blinked at him and then hummed, "Uh, we don't really have music."

"The very sounds of Hell are music to my ears, chére. Why these noises can lull even the most stubborn of children to rest," Al said with a wide smirk, making the princess lightly glare at him. She huffed, "I'm not getting out of this without a dance, aren't I?"

The radio demon chuckled, "You really are a smart gal!"

"Fine...but this means nothing, of course."

Alastor chuckled as he dipped her down suddenly and practically purred, "Of course~"

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