#again! merry christmas; everyone! and if you don't celebrate that holiday; i hope today was a good day; anyways. all my love to you!

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Christmas With Stray Kids (OT8)

Word Count : 2918

Warnings : food mention, that's it, it's very fluffy

Synopsis : Different Christmas traditions with the Stray Kids members.

Author's Note : This is just a little something I quickly whipped up as a Merry Christmas from me to you! Hope everyone has a great day, whether you celebrate Christmas or not! And Happy Holidays to those who don't.

            “I made breakfast.” He told her with a smile, pressing two more kisses to her lips. “The table is all set and ready for the queen.”

Bang Chan - Relaxing Day In

Waking up Christmas morning to kisses being peppered all over her face seemed like a dream too far out of reach just a year previous. And yet, here she was, giggles escaping her lips as Chan pressed kiss after kiss on her face, not stopping even when she had opened her eyes. He only stopped when she softly called his name, a pout on her lips, the obvious target that he continuously missed.

            “I’ll only get out of bed if you give me another kiss.” A demand he happily listened to.

~

            It wasn’t long after breakfast that their house was flooded with the other members of Stray Kids, each carrying a multitude of presents to put under the tree her and Chan decorated at the beginning of December.

            The once quiet and serine day quickly turned into loud and chaotic, but they wouldn’t have it any other way. How could it be Christmas without all 8 members together?

            Presents were opened, laughs were had, and soon it was dinner. They gathered around the table, passing dishes around to fill up their plates, soft Christmas music playing in the background. “One day, there will be a mini me and a mini you joining us at the table.” Chan whispered into her ear as conversations picked up once again.

            “I can’t wait.” They shared a quick kiss to which Jisung screamed out in disgust, complaining about PDA while everyone was eating. “Then look away. It’s our house, we do whatever we want.” Chan looked at her with the biggest smile on his face, his eyes shooting hearts towards her. She was the one, he could feel it in his heart.

~

            By the time everyone left, Chan and Y/n were exhausted. So many plans they had for the night, but instead, they curled up on the couch, each with a cup of hot chocolate, and put on a movie.

            She imagined what Christmas would look like in a couple of years. Her and Chan ending the night by saying goodnight to everyone and cuddling up on the couch, their children on the floor as they watched one last Christmas movie to end the season.

            And honestly, she couldn’t wait.

            It was no surprise to Y/n when she woke up in an empty bed. As much as she’d love to wake up to her boyfriend on Christmas morning, waking up to a complete breakfast made with love was much better.

Lee Minho – Day In With The Cats

            And that’s exactly what she woke up to. An empty bed to roll out of just to drowsily stumble into the kitchen to see a table filled with food meant just for her. Minho was just adding the finishing touches to the table before greeting her with a kiss.

            “What’s the plan for today?” She asked as they took a seat at the table, quickly digging into the delicious meal Minho spent the last hour and a half slaving over. Though it was only their third Christmas together, this was a tradition for them. One he didn’t plan to give up anytime soon.

            “I figured we could just have a lazy day. Stay in our pajamas, watch some movies, play with the cats.”

            All three cats were wearing matching pajamas that both Minho and Y/n had as well. A small little family. And that’s exactly what was on the Christmas cards they had sent out.

            The 5 of them dressed in matching pajamas sitting in front of the tree with a small Merry Christmas from our family to yours written inside. She liked the sound of them being a family, of this becoming their tradition.

            It was hard dating an idol with a busy schedule and tons of overseas trips for more schedules. But knowing that he was coming home to her, to their family, gave her the security she needed that he was staying. He would always stay.

            It was supposed to be a warm Christmas this year, or as warm as it could be at the end of December. So as soon as Changbin and Y/n woke up, they immediately got dressed to go outside, deciding to go for a walk around the neighbourhood, enjoy the warm weather.

Seo Changbin – Slow Dancing In The Snow

            The quiet walk soon turned into a snowball fight that ended with both of them being covered from head to toe with snow. As the cold settled into their bodies, they decided to head home, make some hot chocolate, and spend the rest of the day by the fire.

            But just as they made it to their house, it began snowing. Big, fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky, and Changbin couldn’t pass up this opportunity, no matter how cold he was. He held out his hand for his girlfriend to take, a cheeky smile on his face as he asked her to dance.

            A slow song played from his phone as they clasped hands. He rested one hand on her waist, holding her as close as he could. And he led her around their front yard. He softly sang along to the lyrics of the song he chose, not taking his eyes off her face, directing each lyric of love to her.

            “This is so cheesy.” She giggled, but she didn’t make a move to stop. Because though it was cheesy, it was so very Changbin, and she loved everything about him.

            “I’m so fucking in love with you.” He told her with a smile as the song came to an end. She looked at him, stared at the stars held in his eyes, and fell in love all over again.

            “And I’m so fucking in love with you.” He led her back inside, telling her to get cozy on the couch while he whips up some hot chocolate. And they spent the rest of the day cuddled up to each other in front of the fire, talking about their future.

            And dancing in the snow quickly became their tradition.

            Hyunjin would absolutely not tell Y/n what they were going to do for Christmas. He promised her a day full of love but refused to elaborate on what that meant. No matter how much she pouted, Hyunjin would not budge. He almost did a few times, her puppy dog eyes his absolutely weakness, but he held strong and made it to Christmas without ruining anything.

Hwang Hyunjin – Looking At The Christmas Lights

            It started with breakfast in bed, with Kkami of course. And then he allowed her to open one present, the last present in the advent calendar he made for her. A beautiful diamond necklace in the shape of a snowflake, the date he asked her to be his girlfriend engraved on the back.

            It was snowing heavily that day, he remembers. He thought he blew his chance, watching her shiver in the cold, barely able to see 5 feet in front of her, yet she happily said yes. Best decision she’s ever made, as she always tells him.

            Once she stopped crying over memory lane, they changed into the outfits Hyunjin picked out weeks ago. Matching Christmas sweaters with almost matching bottoms. This is what he was the most excited about. A not so subtle way to tell people she was his.

            Next up on his list was to relax until it was dark. They opened presents, took pictures, watched movies, and had dinner in this time. And once the sun set, he handed her a winter jacket that matched his, and off they went for the main event as he called it.

            The city was putting on an event full of Christmas lights, and Hyunjin had bought 2 tickets as soon as they went on sale, knowing he needed to see this with the love of his life by his side.

            “It looks so pretty!” She squealed as they walked the path, looking at all the lights in different shapes. But he was looking at her, taking in all her reactions. The wide eyes, pretty smile, look of complete awe.

            It was their first Christmas together and Hyunjin wanted to make it memorable, hoping to make up for all the cancelled dates and missed celebrations throughout the months they’d been together.

            There were a lot of moments within that time that Hyunjin thought he was falling for her, but he never said the words. Said them in his head but refused to say them out loud. But looking at her now as they slowly walked under an archway made of lights, he knew.

            And he stopped her by placing his hands on her shoulders, looking directly into her eyes as he said the words for the first time. “I love you.”

            “I love you too.” She replied almost immediately, and Hyunjin pressed his lips to hers, sealing their words as a promise.

            “We’re definitely coming back next year.” And every year after that.

Han Jisung – Kisses Under The Mistletoe

            Y/n was certain that the boys were going to get fed up with Jisung’s antics soon, yet every single time he reached into his pocket and pulled out the mistletoe to steal a kiss, they cheered him on.

            Helping set the table? Kiss. Washing the dishes? Kiss. Opening presents? Kiss. Listening to Felix talk about the newest video game he’s been playing? Kiss. And still, the boys laughed and cheered like it was the first time.

            It’s not that she minded kissing Jisung, she was used to him needing a kiss every couple minutes. It was the spectacle he was making of it. Slowly pulling the mistletoe out while looking at her with mischief in his eyes, and then holding it above their heads. He would look up at it every single time in fake shock as if he wasn’t the one holding it. “Look baby, another mistletoe!” And then he’d pucker his lips.

            Every. Single. Time.

            But she loved him. And he was lucky that she did because she’s not sure she would put up with it otherwise. Who was she kidding, he’s too cute. Each kiss put a smile on her face eve though she tried to deny how happy the whole thing was making her.

            After a few hours with the boys, they decided to head home. Jisung was giggling the whole way and she had no idea what to expect when she opened the door. She was hoping it was just a mess of wrapping paper from when he wrapped the presents, or even a pile of dishes he just didn’t wash.

            But she was greeted with mistletoe littered across their ceiling. She couldn’t walk 2 feet without being under another mistletoe. “Would you look at all those mistletoes!” Jisung exclaimed with the biggest smile on his face.

            “It’s cute. But you’ll be taking them all down in the morning.” But Jisung didn’t care because she allowed him to kiss her under every single mistletoe. And he knew exactly what he was going to do for Christmas the following year, and every year after that.

Lee Felix – Baking Christmas Cookies

            “Angel, did you want to decorate the cookies with me?” Felix asked, poking his head into the living room. She paused her movie and jumped off the couch as fast as she could which made Felix laugh. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

            “I’m doing this so I can sneak some icing while we decorate.” Felix pretended to believe her but he knew she loved baking with him just as much as he loved baking with her.

            He turned up the Christmas music he was playing as they got started decorating the different batches of cookies. Every once in a while he would stop and watch her, staring at her concentrated face, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth. And he thought she was the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

            He took some icing on his finger, reaching over as inconspicuous as possible, and wiped it on her nose. She stopped what she was doing and just stared cross-eyed at her nose before repaying the favor, wiping icing across Felix’s cheek.

            Before they knew it, the cookies were forgotten as they chased each other around the house taking turns wiping icing on each other. Felix wrapped his arms around her once they ran out of icing, looking into her eyes, her face covered in icing, and then leaned in, and captured her lips with his. “You taste so sweet, my love.” He teased with a smile.

            She leaned in as if going for another kiss but licked some icing off his cheek instead. “So do you, my love.” He chuckled at her cute antics, falling in love with her all over again in this moment.

            “Should we grab a plate of cookies and finish that movie you were watching?” She nodded. And that’s how they ended their day. Most of the cookies were left without icing, and their faces were disgustingly sticky, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Kim Seungmin – Trying A New Recipe

            Seungmin returned from the grocery store with loads of ingredients, just in case they make a mistake, he told her. She was dancing around the kitchen, which was quite a sight for Seungmin to walk into, but he stayed quiet, leaning against the doorframe, and watching her.

            “Yah! Kim Seungmin! You scared me.” He chuckled as he set the bags on the counter before pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

            “I’m sorry. Would you forgive me?”

            “I guess so. Since you’re so cute. What are we cooking today?” She asked, looking through the bags at all the ingredients he bought. Seungmin opened the recipe on his phone, showing her the picture of how it’s supposed to look. “Ooh that looks delicious! I can’t wait!”

            The first time it was far too salty, completely inedible. The second time they burnt it. And the third time they forgot one of the key ingredients. Starving and completely annoyed by how their cooking was going, they both agreed to just order in some food, and save the cooking to the professionals.

            “Cooking just really isn’t for us, is it?” Y/n asked as they dug into the food they ordered.

            “It really isn’t. But we gave it our best shot.” Seungmin didn’t really care that the recipe he wanted to try so badly didn’t work out because he just enjoyed the time he spent with his girlfriend.

            And he promised to find an easier recipe to try for next year. And she said she’ll be ready to order in once they fail.

Yang Jeongin – Playing In The Snow

            When they woke up, it was snowing. Not too heavily, but enough to stick to the ground. Jeongin was ready to skip all the plans they made the night previous and just play in the snow. She wasn’t as excited but promised him that they could after opening presents.

            Just as he promised the night before, he helped her make breakfast, which mostly meant he hugged her from behind as she cooked and told her she was such a good cook. But he did set the table once the food was almost ready and helped bring the food to the table, which was good enough for her.

            They washed the dishes together, both softly singing to the Christmas music playing from her phone. Jeongin would never admit it, but he wasn’t really paying attention to anything that wasn’t her. Just going through the motions of washing the dishes as he snuck glances at her, smiling to himself as he thought about how lucky he was to have her.

~

            He ran out into the snow as soon as all the presents were opened, and she slowly followed after him, watching as he immediately started on a snowman. “Baby, come help me!” He pouted at her when he realized she was just standing on the steps. And she couldn’t resist his pout, no matter how badly she wanted to.

            “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She joked, rolling some snow into a ball for the body of the snowman.

            The two stayed outside for hours, all their other plans slipping from their brains as they focused on the snowman army they decided to create. She hated the cold, but she loved Jeongin. So even though she was almost freezing, she continued making more snowmen, knowing she’d get her revenge when they return inside by wrapping herself around him, soaking in all his warmth.

            “Baby, you look really cold. Let’s go back inside now.” Jeongin said as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her before giving her a quick kiss. “I’ll make us some hot chocolate and we can watch a movie.”

            “Can we order some pizza?”

            “Of course. Let’s go.” He led her inside and did exactly as he promised, placing the mug on the table in front of her as she completed the pizza order. She immediately koalaed him, wrapping herself completely around him, but he didn’t seem to mind, letting out a laugh as he held her close, wrapping a blanket around her. “My baby is really cold isn’t she?” He joked. She just hummed in agreement.

            She really didn’t like the cold, but she would play in the snow every single day if this is how the day would end.

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Imagine celebrating Christmas with Bucky

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

It's your first Christmas together in your shared apartment, and you are super excited because you love the holiday

Bucky doesn't really show it just yet, but he loves how excited you get about all the decorations

"OH. MY. GOD. Bucky, look at this reindeer! Can you believe it?! They have a real reindeer!"

"I bet the reindeer can't believe it either."

"Shut up."

And when you passed the tree that ended up being brought into your home, he made sure to draw your attention to it because it was so tall, you'd definitely need help decorating the top branches

It ended up being too big, and you had to cut off some of it to make it fit, but Bucky wouldn't have changed it for the word if it meant he'd see that smile of yours when you saw it all over again

He lifts you onto his shoulder to decorate the tree, and he might even distract you a bit because he really enjoys having his head between your thighs (ohhh naughty Bucky) and drawing out the time you need to hang the ornaments seemed like the perfect plan

The evenings of the days leading up to Christmas, you have Bucky catching up with all the classic Christmas movies

And even though they are not his favorite (movies in general) he enjoys being snuggled up with you under a pile of fuzzy blankets

You even baked cookies with him and had to find out that Bucky is quite the skilled baker (though you still decorate them better)

At one point, you tried to get him to go ice skating with you, but that's where he drew the line

So it's just all really cozy and enjoying the season inside, but you're not complaining

Still, when the first snowflakes fall, you drag him out to the street before enjoying his warmth in your shared bed again

just imagine the soft mornings embraced in each other while the cold is rioting outside the windows, the room has gotten cooler but Bucky is so warm 😍☺️

"Good morning, beautiful. What Christmas activity do you have planned for today?"

"Just staying in your arms all day."

"That sounds perfect."

By this time, Bucky would actually get excited about everything you want to do with him for the holidays

And while he wouldn't admit it, he came to love the season more and more ever since he got to spend it with you 💕

You initially agreed to not get each other presents because the move had been expensive enough and "having you in my life is the best gift I could ever ask for" but you failed to keep that promise

So when Christmas morning came and you and Bucky are having breakfast in matching plaid pajamas, you get a little box from beneath the table and watch as his eyes widen in awe

"I thought-"

"I know, but... I saw this, and it made me think of you."

Bucky had never really gotten a Christmas present before. Back in the 40s his family barely had any money to eat every day, so presents were a rare occasion

Getting a present from you is both unexpected and incredibly meaningful to him

He opens the little box and laughs when he pulls out a golden maneki-neko ornament

"Like the one from the restaurant-"

"We first met. Yeah, I remember."

He moves around the table and kisses you

"It's the best gift ever. Thank you so much, doll."

You walk up to the tree and watch him hang the ornament before he pulls you into his side and admires the beautiful decorations

"I'm so glad you're here with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

a/n: Merry Christmas to everyone that celebrates, and happy couple days off for everyone that doesn't (or not, I don’t know where you are in the world 💞)! This year has been so amazing - I had so much fun interacting with you and really starting to write again. Thank you for liking and reposting and commenting and just being your awesome selves. You are amazing, and I appreciate you so much! I hope the next year has just as much in store for us as this one did. I'm not sure if I'll have time to post next week, but if I don't, I'll be seeing you next year with more fun imagines. I have some projects coming that I am very excited about. Until then, stay obsessed! Much love, Meg❁

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🎄 merry christmas! 🔔

it's christmas day here, so a heads up that though i'll be entirely offline for the rest of today, i'll be interacting with a lot more @hoshinokaabi-secretsanta posts (and posting some extras of my own) over the next few days!

just from what i've caught everyone has done such incredible work and worked so hard (mods as well) to make this such a wonderful event for everybody involved, what an amazing community! i'm looking forward to going through everyone's gifts and finding some new folks to follow and i truly hope this event runs again in the future!!

i hope you all have a wonderful holiday however you celebrate, as well as if you don't. plushie magolor is wishing you the best of vibes! lots of love and well wishes to everyone! ~ starflung

#“extras”... what do you mean the 12 page comic wasn't all of it. sorry. SORRY!! i freaked out!! lmao #happy holidays!! i'm finally feeling it!! #7inch plushie magolor return to dreamland #should i post more photos of him during our christmas adventures... shopping trips and things... ? #do folks enjoy that if it's not capital A “Art” and just a little guy having a good time.. wearing bows and headbands and eating take out | #ANYWAY i"M OFF. magolor has to open presents under the tree of course. #merry christmas!! <3

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Merry Christmas to all the lovely people on here!

I wish everyone a wonderful time with their loved ones to those that celebrate it. Make memories together and simply be thankful for what you got in life. I'm sending out love and hugs and also a thank you for sticking with me even though I have been all over the place. I truly think you're wonderful and so are your muses because no one can write them as real as you do. You deserve all the love and interactions in the world and I hope many people will make you feel loved today on here and at home. I know I write those things often, but I really do mean them. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being part of my experience on here and don't forget you're making people's dash brighter by being around. I adore you all and happy Christmas again. Happy holidays too of course.

#ooc post #out of character

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Please Don't Leave Me Hanging

part one: it must be exhausting (always rooting for the anti-hero)

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Female!OC (Jessie “Dice” Rosales)

Warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, overthinking, panic attack, self deprecation, jealousy, abandonment issues

A/N: ANDD WE'RE BACK BABYY!! merry christmas to those who are celebrating today or happy holidays if you're not! reconstruction of the series begins and jessie and jake have returned :) unfortunately, part one is as sad as it was the first time. most of it stayed the same (i really liked how it came out the first time so) but it probably won't be like that for the rest of the series. again, apologies for this whole fiasco but i hope you stick with me again :)

previous part // masterlist // next part

“What the fuck, man,” Coyote sighed as he sunk two more in a pocket. “You got a rabbit’s foot on you or something?”

Lining up another shot, he looked up at his friend with a smirk. “Who needs a rabbit’s foot,” he started, pausing as he took the shot and sank it perfectly without even looking. “When you’ve got pure skill?”

Straightening up, his gaze somehow immediately found her among the crowd, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Making her way towards the back, the other pilots looked at each other anxiously as Hangman set his cue down to meet her halfway. Her eyes skimmed over his name tag before she spoke. “Seresin.”

“Rosales,” he retorted after doing the same. The tension that filled the bar spread to each person in their presence, causing an atmosphere of aching nerves. All of the other pilots knew how much of an asshole he was to everyone he met, some having just experienced it mere minutes ago. So as he stared down the newest edition of their special detachment back to Top Gun, their breaths wavered in anticipation. Jessie was the first to break, unable to hold back the smile she always displayed in his presence. As soon as the corners of her mouth turned upward, he, too, grinned before quickly pulling her into a hug. “That was not what I was expecting, at all,” one of them whispered, causing her to laugh.

When he let her go, he held her shoulders and leveled with her. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you got called back here too?”

“You know me, Jake. Always one for surprises,” she said with the grin on her face growing bigger. “She called him by his first name, no one ever calls him by his first name,” another one of the other pilots whispered amongst themselves.

Once again, he pulled her into a tight embrace. Over his shoulder she could see her new colleagues whispering at each other, confusion and shock splashed across their expressions. “I think we broke them,” she whispered.

Letting go of her once again, Jake turned to face his colleagues. “Guys, this is Jessie Rosales. Better known by her callsign, Dice.”

It took them a beat to fully process what had happened before they introduced themselves one by one. “It’s nice to finally put some faces to the names I’ve heard of over the years. Jake has told me a lot about some of you guys.”

At her comment, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “What?”

He cleared his throat and the others stood awkwardly. Oh. “Has this asshole not told you guys about me?”

In the same order that they introduced themselves, they all shook their heads. Suddenly, her fist came into contact with one of his shoulders, causing him to groan out in pain. “Oww,” he groaned.

“Oh I love her already,” Phoenix chuckled.

“No no no, you two don’t get to be friends,” wagging his finger and pulling her away towards the bar.

“I’ll talk to you later, girl,” Phoenix shouted.

Jake yelled back over his shoulder. “No you won’t!”

She laughed at his apprehension. “Why,” she whined. “She seems cool.”

“She’ll ask for blackmail material and knowing you,” he started as they leaned against the edge of the bartop. “You’ll give it to her in a heartbeat.”

Her hand went to her chest as she gasped in feigned offense. “How dare you think so low of me?”

He let out a small chuckle before Penny came up and asked for their order. From afar, the other pilots observed in awe. It wasn’t until a familiar bell rang from the bar did he finally separate from her. As she watched him drag a customer out the back, she noticed Rooster at the piano with Phoenix, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy surrounding him. When the realization of what song he was playing kicked in, she made her way towards the piano to join them and sing along.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

Jake followed behind Coyote as they re-entered the bar to find everyone singing along while Rooster played. After rolling his eyes at his co-worker’s showboating, he searched the crowd, only for him to find her standing in front of the piano singing along with everything she had. It always annoyed him when Rooster did something like this, but he could care less about his stupid rivalry right now. Coyote asked him something but none of the words registered in his head. “Huh?”

“How long have you known her?”

“Mmm, about 20-ish years? We met in high school.”

Coyote’s eyes widened in shock. “High school?”

He laughed at his friend’s confusion. “Yeah, high school.”

“Have you told her?”

“What?”

Coyote repeated his question, enunciating each word as if saying the same sentence would clear things up, but Jake still looked at him in confusion.“Told her what?”

“C’mon man. Ever since she got here, it’s like you’re a whole different person and you’ve got this look in your eyes whenever you look at her.”

“There’s no look,” he quickly defended. “We’ve been best friends since high school and I just- I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Mhm,” his friend hummed, not quite believing what Jake was saying. “Whatever you say, man.” When Coyote left to get himself another drink, he gazed back over to the piano, finding her in the same place she had been a minute ago. A smile crept up on his face as he watched, his cheeks burning but that didn't matter.

—

Everyone filled the seats at the fromt of the hangar, a small podium placed front and center. As Admiral Bates introduced their instructor, everyone turned backwards to see who it was. Now fashioning a flight suit like everyone else, the man that had been thrown overboard at the Hard Deck last night walked down the middle of the seats. “I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Call sign, Maverick.”

At the sight of him, Jake and a few others sank into their chairs, faces flushed in embarrassment from last night's shenanigans. Jessie was the only one to notice how the excitement left Rooster’s face as he walked past. When the captain came to stand at the podium, he nodded his head towards them, his gaze obviously directed more so at a few individuals, including Jake. Before they knew it, training started and people were arriving back one by one with 200 pushups on their to-do lists.

“Ga-damn look at those muscles work,” she remarked as she walked past him on the tarmac towards her own plane.

Too tired from making it to 105, all he could do in response was scoff. “You’re next,” he said in his head.

The day ended with Maverick and Rooster almost running themselves into the ground. When Jake returned, he headed to the locker room where he bumped into Jessie. “Hey Jess, I’m just gonna change and we can-”

“Where’s Rooster?” That was certainly not the response he was expecting.

“Out doing his push-ups.” As he said that, she started to walk towards the door. “Hey, where’re you going?”

“To go see Rooster?” Before he could say anything else, she was already out the door. It shouldn't have been a big deal. She was just going to check on a co-worker because that’s who she was. Still, the ache in his chest persisted. Now on his own, he looked for Javy in hopes he’d be free to hang out. “Sorry man, Fitch and Trace got this thing going on and I told them I’d go. You can come too if you want?”

He shook his head. He knew the others didn't like him, so why annoy them by tagging along uninvited. “Nah it’s okay, go enjoy.”

The work day ended an hour before the bar even opened so when he arrived, the place was empty aside from Penny and her daughter, Amelia. “Bar doesn’t open til 5,” the young girl called out when the chimes on the door rang.

“Aren't you a little too young to be in a bar, kiddo?”

She shrugged and put her head back down towards her homework. From the back room, Penny came back out with a crate in her hands. “Hangman,” she greeted, a hint of surprise in her tone. It was normal for him to be one of the bar's first customers of the day, but she didn’t expect him this early. “Bar doesn't open for another hour, what can I do for you, Lieutenant?”

“Training was sh-” He turned his body to follow Penny as she walked to the bar and as he was about to curse, he glanced over to the young girl at the bar and caught himself. “Bad and everyone else is doing their own thing so uh… do you mind if I just hang around here?”

Setting down the crate, Penny turned back to face the pilot. In the quick glance she took at him, she couldn't help but notice how he fiddled with his hands and his confidence was nowhere to be seen. “Of course. Just no beer until we open.”

“Thanks Pen.” Taking a seat near Amelia, he looked over her shoulder to see what she had been working on which made him chuckle to himself. It was nice to see that the U.S. middle school curriculum hadn’t changed much. After a few minutes of skimming through the book next to her, she let out a frustrated sigh and hung her head. “Need some help kiddo?”

“English is annoying.” At the girl’s statement, he let out a breathy laugh. “It’s been a while, but I read that book when I was in middle school. What question are you tryna answer?”

From afar, Penny watched Jake help her daughter with her homework with a small smile on her face. After a few head scratches, the two high fived and Amelia picked up her pencil and started to write quickly. Ever since she had met him, Hangman acted like an arrogant asshole. His confidence created an energy that both attracted and repelled others. But the man that was sitting at the bar seemed like a completely new person. There were hints of genuineness here and there, but most of the things that came out his mouth were sarcastic comments and insults.  Maybe it was because he was talking to a 13 year old girl, maybe it was because there were no other pilots in sight. Penny didn’t really care. Glancing between the clock and them, she sighed. 5 minutes until opening and her new bartender hadn’t come yet. “Sorry Hangman, I’m gonna need you to hang out outside for a bit. I gotta take Amelia home and my newbie is a no-show so…”

As he stood up to leave, her daughter started to talk. “Hangman can take me? This place is pilot central and I’d rather not hold them all up just because you had to take me home.” Penny looked from her daughter to him, a look of hesitation on her face.

“Only if you’re okay with it. I don't have anything to do anyways.” Looking between them and the clock once again, she grabbed a napkin and pen and quickly wrote down her address and phone number. “Once you drop her off, text me so I know she made it home, capiche?”

As he took the napkin from her hand, he gave her a small salute and Amelia ran around him to give her mom a quick hug before making her way out the door. Arriving outside, he found her standing next to his car already. “How the hell did you know that was mine?”

She scoffed. “Process of elimination. This was the only other car besides my mom’s so…”

He looked around the parking lot, only finding Penny’s ‘73 Porsche and his ‘96 Charger parked in front of the bar causing him to shrug. “Alright, get in.” The car ride was pretty quiet apart from the songs that played on the radio and the hums from each of them as they followed the song. “Can we stop for some ice cream?”

He glanced over to her and then ahead towards the tiny shopping center. Why not?

As soon as he parked, she ran out of the car and into the shop. When he entered, she was already ordering, and when she finished she turned to him and asked, “Do you want anything?”

“Are you paying?” he replied with a smirk on his face.

“You’re the adult with a full-time job,” she quipped, eliciting a chuckle from him. Once he ordered, he paid and took a seat in front of Amelia. They ate in silence until she finally spoke up. “What’s your real name?”

“Jake,” he quickly replied after licking his spoon.

“Jake,” she muttered to herself, testing the name. “ You know, you’re not like what they say you’re like.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, unsure of where she was going. As she spoke, she fiddled with the contents in her cup. “My mom told me about you. About how much of an asshole you can be sometimes. But having met you, I think you’re actually kinda cool. You didn’t put up that act I hear about all the time.”

“Act?” he questioned, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Yeah. Act,” she said after taking a bite. “I’m 13, not stupid. The question is, why?”

Why? Why did he put on this so-called act? Was it an act? Even he wasn’t completely sure. The girl in front of him pulled him from his thoughts when her chair screeched across the floor as she stood up. “Meet you in the car?” she asked as if she didn’t just send him into an existential crisis. As he slowed to a stop in front of the Benjamin home, Amelia grabbed her backpack and sprang out of his car. Upon shutting his door, she leaned her head down back through the open window. “You’re a good dude, Hangman.” At that, she turned around and headed for her front door, yelling over her shoulder. “Thanks for the ride! Don’t forget to text my mom!”

At the reminder, he grabbed his phone and typed in the number that Penny gave him earlier that day. He watched to make sure Amelia made it inside the house before giving his full attention to the phone in his hands.

Stopped by for some ice cream on the way home and just dropped her off. Be back in a few. - Hangman

He checked his phone for any other notifications but nothing came up. Today’s training was pretty brutal, maybe she just went home. That’s what he tried to tell his brain at least. It didn’t take long for him to get back to the bar. The parking spots that were empty when he had left were now all mostly filled. One parked car that caught his eye was a first-gen Ford Bronco that he was heavily acquainted with. Too focused on the Bronco, he missed the sight of another familiar car by a few inches.

As he entered, he beelined for the bar where Penny greeted and thanked him for taking her daughter home before asking for his order. “The usual?”

He gave her a quick nod and when she left to grab a beer, his eyes scanned the crowd in boredom. It didn’t take him long to find his Hawaiian shirt-wearing co-worker. He was in the far right corner of the bar, cue stick in hand as he circled the table. When he moved to reveal his opponent, his brain short circuited. Differing thoughts running wild.

She blew you off.

It’s not that big of a deal, she’s just playing pool.

She chose Rooster over you.

So? She's your best friend, not your girlfriend.

But that’s where it starts and then before you know it, you’ve lost her completely.

Calm the fuck down. Breathe, Jake. Breathe.

The sudden thud from a beer bottle allowed him to escape the thoughts that quickly overwhelmed him. It had only taken a glance, but Penny immediately noticed the paleness in his skin, blank expression, and fidgeting hands. “Hangman, are you okay?”

Her eyes glanced in the direction his head was turned and looked back at him. His breath quickened despite the pleas he yelled inside his head at his own body. “Yeah, I uh- I just need some fresh air. Thanks Pen.” At that he practically ran out the back door, leaving the beer he ordered in its place.

As soon as he made it outside, the cold air slapped him in the face but did nothing to cool him down. He took a deep breath. You can feel the wind. You can smell the ocean. You can see the sunset. You can hear the seagulls. Breathe in, breathe out. You’re okay.

“Jake?” He didn't need to turn around to know who was calling out for him. His response was choppy as he tried to relax. “I’m fine, Jess. Just go back inside. Hang out with Rooster.”

You’re not fine, dickhead. Don’t push her away.

It wasn't hard for her to notice the shakiness in his voice and how his body shook even when he had his back to her.

Despite his words, she worked her way towards him, finding herself standing directly in front of him. With everything he tried, he still couldn't control his breath, his chest rising and falling faster and faster. She moved her head in front of his face in an attempt to catch his gaze. He felt her hands on his shoulders and knew she stood in front of him but everything was blurred. All he could sense was the heavy thump of his heart, her voice slightly muffled underneath it. “Jake. Jake, look at me. Look. At. Me.”

Punctuating those last three words, her voice became clearer and he looked at her. Without saying anything, she started to take deep breaths and waited for him to copy. His breathing wavered as he tried to copy the slow pace of hers. When it evened out and she was sure he was calm enough to talk again, she asked, “What happened?”

You did. “Nothing.”

“It didn't look like nothing.”

“I said it was nothing, Jess,” his tone a bit sharper than he meant for it to be. Her face filled with worry, but she knew it wouldn't help to press too hard. “Are you sure?”

No. “Yeah. I uh- I think I’m just gonna head out. Get some uh- some sleep. You go have fun with Rooster.” Before she could say more, he was already walking around the corner towards the parking lot.

It took him forever to fall asleep. Even with the impending tick of the clock in his room closing in on 5AM, his mind raced. Eventually, his brain grew tired of the storm it brewed and let him fall asleep. The next few days blurred together with training feeling like some kind of excuse for Maverick to pick on them rather than training them. His brain went on autopilot and the asshole facade completely took over, pushing everyone away—even Jessie. She used to be by his side 24/7 but now? Everywhere he looked she was next to him with the biggest smile on her face and her cheeks flushed. He always teased Rooster for waiting for the right moment, but now here he was over 20 years later still keeping her at an arm’s length. Ironic isn’t it? 

The rivalry he had built with the other pilot made his thoughts worse. No matter what it was, everyone seemed to choose Rooster. He shouldn't be thinking like this, making it such a big deal. She was allowed to be with who she wanted to be with, but his heart took over. Logic was clouded by emotions in a snap. The rampant words that bounced off the insides of his head made him feel like he was losing control over everything. Everything except flying and so his cockiness increased tenfold. Snarky comments in the air over comms and that irritating smirk pushed everyone’s buttons. Earlier that day he had been looking at the pictures of the classes before him in the rec room and stumbled upon familiar faces. It wasn’t hard to find out more about them and what had happened all those years ago. So when they were all gathered in a conference room going over what Rooster could have done instead to survive, the words just flew out of his mouth. He knew it was harsh but maybe that’s what he wanted to be. Or maybe he didn’t. Why did I just say that?

Everyone was on their feet now pulling him and Rooster away from each other, quickly shrugging off the hands that held him back. He should've stopped. Every possible button had been pushed. But he didn’t. “He’s not cut out for this mission and you know it. You know I’m right.”

“Jake, that’s enough,” a voice asserted just to the left of Rooster. His eyes jumped the person next to the man in front of him, the cracks in his heart growing bigger by the second. The look on her face scared him beyond imagination. He had seen her get mad before but this was the look everyone else gave him. One filled with anger, disappointment, and resentment. In the time they’ve known each other, she’d never looked at him like that. This was it. The promise he made to himself all those years ago shattered as she looked at him. The mask broke for merely a second, realizing what he’d done and his feet took him away from everyone before his mouth could do any more damage. The last thing he heard before the door closed behind him was Maverick dismissing everyone for the day. He half-expected another set of footsteps to follow behind him but the silence that filled the hallway as he left the building proved him wrong.

When he got into his car, he drove with no real destination in mind and ended up at The Hard Deck. The parking lot was empty, indicating that Penny wasn’t in yet. Made sense considering the time. His phone vibrated a few times. Glancing down at the screen, there were dozens of texts and missed calls from Jessie.

What the hell were you thinking? 

Where are you? 

Jake, answer your phone.

Please, just answer.

He couldn't face her. Not now. So he kept driving, and he drove until he reached the Strand. The beach was fairly empty aside from a few joggers passing by. He’d never been down this way before, always taking the bridge to get back to the mainland. So there he found himself sitting in the sand just before the water turned it mushy, staring off into the horizon. Growing up in Texas, he had never even seen the ocean until he went to San Diego. Going to the beach was one of the first things he did.

Something about it was just so peaceful. The waves crashing, the sight of the sun setting on the horizon, the seagulls cawing, or the breeze that blew through his hair. Whatever it really was, it put the crowd of restless voices in his head at rest. But reality always had to set back in eventually. He didn’t even realize he was crying until his nose started to run, but even then, he made no effort to wipe the tears away. Instead, he curled his legs up towards his chest, rested his forehead on his knees, and closed his eyes. He was just so tired. A mix of orange and purple painted the sky as the sun set, almost mimicking the forever-occuring battle in his head. The devil on his shoulder continued to beat the angel time and time again. But no matter how hard he tried, the wall of arrogance he had built up so long ago to save himself had eaten away at the one thing he never wanted to lose. You’re a good dude, Hangman. Maybe Amelia Benjamin was wrong.

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[niragixpsych]

Merry Christmas to all the lovely people on here!

(( I wish everyone a wonderful time with their loved ones to those that celebrate it. Make memories together and simply be thankful for what you got in life. I'm sending out love and hugs and also a thank you for sticking with me even though I have been all over the place. I truly think you're wonderful and so are your muses because no one can write them as real as you do. You deserve all the love and interactions in the world and I hope many people will make you feel loved today on here and at home. I know I write those things often, but I really do mean them. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being part of my experience on here and don't forget you're making people's dash brighter by being around. I adore you all and happy Christmas again.

Happy holidays too of course.

#out of curiosity

[prsk-krow]

Heya there! 🌻 anon here! here to make another request:D

First I want to say, Merry Christmas everyone!! well I'm not sure if it's already Christmas for you all or even celebrate it. But still, Merry Christmas!^^

Now for the request, since it's Christmas today.. can I get a (R)omantic Ena and Kanade x reader(seperate) where the reader and them are under a mistletoe, then they both realize they have to kiss?(and probably get embarrassed while realizing they have to kiss-)

You can also do the other two members of N25(Mizuki and Mafuyu) if you only feel like it, of course! don't force yourself, Krow!

Well, that's all I wanted to request! and as usual, take your time while doing this request!<3

Thank you and Merry Christmas again!! ✮\(^o^)/✮

{Kanade/Ena and the reader under a mistletoe!} [R]

First romantic ask with actual truly romantic action in it, and man did I struggle... It was kinda hard, and I'm not too confident about it, but I hope you like it! And also I may have messed up the intentions, but I think this still came out nicely! Happy late holidays!

Kanade Yoisaki

Kanade would never in a million years see this coming. She's spent so much of her life out of the loop of classic traditions, and even though she may know of a few she still wouldn't see them coming.

Especially the mistletoe one, as she was never one to care too much for any cheesy romantic themes on the internet, since she definitely couldn't find about it another way...

Even as she gets into a relationship, she seems clueless about the standard activities to do in one, and you have to guide her along and teach her everything... No, you won't teach her everything! Because seeing her reactions to some of these things is a truly unforgettable experience!

And these are the prime example! You already had a mistletoe ready for the special day, so you put it up right above the door to her room for some 'decorative purpose', but you also tell her to keep it a secret from the group! Why? You'll tell her tomorrow!

Then, the day arrives, and you knock on her door. She opens it, and there you are, both of you standing below it! The grin on your face couldn't be any wider and the confusion on her face couldn't be any more clear...

You calmly explain to her that the mistletoe is a tradition, and that when two people stand below it, they must do something quite special together...

You can't help but laugh at the look on her face once you finish telling her about it! Her cheeks brighten up intensely, as she nervously looks at you, shaking eyes telling you everything you need to know...

"W-wait wait, y-you're not serious right? U-um, I-I know I've h-heard about this before, b-but this is t-too sudden... I-I mean, a k, a k-kiss? I-i'm not ready yet-"

Before she can say another word, you use her flustered state to swoop in and connect your lips with hers. You can feel how badly she tenses up, even if you aren't holding her, but your gentle press is making sure that she doesn't try to run...

Before she can make up her mind, you embrace her. The kiss can't be too intense either, as she would probably overheat if that was the case! You resist the temptation to make it more passionate, keeping it sweet and separating soon after.

Once you let go, she stares down at the ground as her whole body tenses up. Now you feel sort of bad for the little girl, but you need to be the lead for things like this and she has to get used to them eventually!

For now though, you simply lead her to the bed, and let her relax as you put on some relaxing music. She buries herself in your touch, hugging you as she hides her face. She was still trying to process what just happened, but even still your touch helped her calm down...

She will spend the next few days of her life thinking about that kiss. Poor girl has spent so much of her life alone and without affectionate touch that a sudden kiss like that couldn't fade away so easily!

You'll try to remember her reaction forever, and you'll be more careful next time. After all, she is so vulnerable to touches and actions like that, that you feel bad for her...

Ena Shinonome

Ohh, now this one's an interesting one. Ena is more aware than Kanade about traditions like this one, but she considers things like that childish, and as a result, doesn't expect them either! Too bad for her...

There is a chance she will mention this to you before the holidays and alongside that, tell you that she doesn't care about stuff like that! Well no worries, you'll make her care soon enough!

Even though she does enjoy this romantic relationship she has with you, she is still not the best at initiating affectionate actions, as she isn't used to being the one who offers them! She is way more comfortable letting you take charge of those!

However, she is quite sharp, so you have to be sneaky about the mistletoe placement. As her partner, you know a lot about how she acts every time she visits your house, and that gives you an idea!

She has shown how much she dislikes having to wait for you to open the front door, so she uses a copy of your keys to enter and go to your room! You set the mistletoe on the inside, and as you hear the door opening, you stand near the door!

You open your arms as she opens the door to your room, and she gives in and hugs you! After all, she does tend to want your touch every time she arrives from outside! And that's exactly what you use to bait her into the correct position!

You can't help but giggle excitedly as you hold her even tighter so she doesn't escape, and when she asks about how you're acting, you tell her to look upwards with the biggest grin on your face!

"... No. No, that's a joke, right?... Are you freaking serious?? N-no, no no no! S-stop holding me so t-tight! I-I though you said that y-you weren't interested?? You f-freaking liar! I-I... W-we can't!"

The more she speaks, the more she stutters and the brighter the blush in her face gets! You resist the intense urge to call her absolutely adorable and decide to close the distance and initiate the kiss!

Her voice turns into protestant muffles as she tries to separate the kiss, but in her flustered state she can do nothing except submit to your lead and simple lean in to enjoy it! And that's when you get an even better idea...

As soon as the artist starts getting into it, you separate the kiss and let go of the hug, using her earlier resistance as an excuse to stop it! Sure, the kiss was enjoyable, but you know better than anyone that her reactions are way more valuable...

And you were right! She's frozen stiff, stuck in between the feelings of enjoying the kiss and being angry at your attempts to start it! In the end, she starts scolding you because of the latter, but she stops soon afterwards!

She can't resist, and admits that she did enjoy the kiss, and will forgive you if you continue it! You can't help but laugh, knowing that this weakness of her is something that she would never show to anyone else...

And of course you have to accept? After all, she looks so cute trying to convince you to continue kissing her! Although that's something that you won't say to her face right now! Now, it's time to give her what she wants...

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[dnf-fic-recs]

So I feel like this might be are common request after today, but man I'd love if you guys could rec some christmas fics. The fluffiest stuff you have. Absolute tooth-rotting sweetness. Sickly sugary cute.

Happy Holidays by the way to everyone! Hope the rest of your guys' year turns out great!

i threw in some pure fluff but also a few of my fav xmas related fics! (mainly fake dating bc im WEAK) :] happy holidays (no pun intended) to those who celebrate!

bibingka by furculaed

“Dream,” George says deadpan. “You’re drunk.”

“Am not,” he refutes. George raises his eyebrows at him and suddenly he feels 2 feet tall. “Okay, maybe just a little. But, George, I swear I’m fine!”

“What are you even doing here?”

“Decorating.”

“Decorating… my door?”

-

or Dream gets home from a night of drinking and decides to decorate the house.

merry kissmas by myicedcoffee

She gives him an odd look. “You’re an adult, Dream. You’re allowed to sleep in the same room as your boyfriend.”

Dream freezes, and George chokes on air behind him. “What?” Dream says, eloquently, at the same time as George says, “Oh.”

Dream takes George home for Christmas, and they end up pretending they're in a relationship—or the five times they don't kiss, and the one time they do.

so far in running by myicedcoffee

"I bet you a month’s worth of compsci homework and a muffin that you can’t make it through all two weeks of winter break without breaking and telling your mum the truth.'

That's probably the stupidest thing Dream had ever heard come out of George’s mouth, and that was saying a lot, but saying no to George had proven to be an unnecessarily hard thing to do.

So, of course, Dream finds himself looking George dead in the face yet again, holding his hand out to shake on it.

'Deal,' he grumbles, but he can feel the grin tugging on his face, and he knows George can see it too.

or,

Chocolate chip muffins, a bet, and a fake relationship. What could go wrong?

Chasing Snowflakes (Dreamnotfound) by passmethemolly - Mature

After a few careless words, George suddenly finds himself needing a boyfriend for the holiday season to bring to his family back in England. Clay, being the great friend he is, plays along with his friend's crazy plan of pretending to be dating for the four weeks. What could possibly happen?

Mature for language use.

There's No Mistletoe Above Our Heads But I'll Kiss You Anyways by jungkooksfic

“I’d love for you to come George, but you do realize that I’m not out, right?”

Ah, there it is. The fact that Clay isn’t out until his family. A minor detail.

George, before fighting better judgement, says, “we could just pretend we’re not dating?”

Clay has the grand idea to take George home to meet his parents, but there's one teeny-tiny detail he didn't tell them about:

He's gay, and George is his boyfriend.

(Or, Clay and George have to pretend they haven't been dating for nearly two years, and George is a really terrible liar.)

unwrap by luckylikeyou

Dream and George spend Christmas together.

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[lintubintu]

Hey! So idk I'm just kinda sad and lonely because christmas is a weird time for me, and also frustrated because I'm at work today (and tomorrow) and it's just weird and depressing to be in a nearly empty office with clients wishing you merry christmas when you're like.. "yeah no I'd be merry if I could go home" X'D

Anyway hope your day is going better than mine ;u;

Oof, you're one of the brave souls who keep things running for us when everyone else gets to play. Thank you and also sorry you have to be there. I've been there myself many times and it never gets easier unless you find a way to make it so.

Hope time ist gentle with you and vanishes quickly.

My evening is boring and I like it that way but ist nice that my family does their own thing this year and I get to have a little more time for others this way.

Why is Christmas a weird time for you? Is it the seasons changing or maybe no longer really changing because the weather is out of whack?

Is it the floatyness of time that is not really this year anymore but not next year yet and not knowing what to expect?

Or maybe the pressure that comes with the holidays to behave a certain way and to celebrate a certain way too?

And on top of that being cooped up at work If you don't want to be? I could not wait to go home either.

Thanks for writing me. If tomorrow sucks feel free to write again.

Until then - write something small and silly on a wall or table of your choice. Mini vandalism makes bain go brr ♥️

#ask

[heckinhacker]

Merry Christmas!!

For those who celebrate, for those who don't happy respectful to you holiday!

I'm not the person who is very christmasey but for those who remained here or will randomly see this I wish you best in this day for it to be calm and spent nicely with those who you love, be it family or closest circle of friends.

From me, I wish you health in winter season, I wish for you to never struggle with money nor hard situations, and everything that is best for you.

Christmas may properly be tomorrow but today is Christmas Eve(?) Here in Poland and it's a tradition we wish each other a lot of wishes today instead of tomorrow.

So yet again and again, Merry Christmas and I hope everyone the bestest of the best!! 💜

- Your wicked writer, Klaudi.

#heck #merry christmas!! #ill reblog it later for other timezone followers

[nejigirl5]

Hi i just wanna let you know that i'm very much excited for your upcoming works! Pls take your time and don't feel pressured, it's totally okay to follow your own comfortable pace. Hope you're doing alright and taking good care of yourself, that's what should be on top of our priorities after all. :)

I'm so sorry for the late response! I haven't been online much recently, It's been a bit hectic and I've been trying to clear my schedule more.

I've gotten a few other messages from people in the last month, so instead of writing similar things multiple times, I'll just say TYSM to you and everyone else for writing, I've read them all and I really appreciate the support so much. You all are amazing and so sweet!

Up until February 14th I'll be working on the Kawaki piece, Neji (The fall one and the recent request) pieces, Momoshiki piece, and Kiba piece. After that I'll do something for valentines day and finish the rest of the stuff, as I'll actually have time (lol).

I hope you all are having an amazing winter so far and are relaxing if you are on break (or not). Merry Christmas if you celebrate (since it's today), and happy holidays in general!

I can't wait to see you all next year! There's so many plot ideas I've had in mind as well, so my New Year's resolution is to get everything done on time. We'll see how that goes...

Again, TYSM for checking in! IDK why I haven't posted the Neji one yet, it just has to go through final edits. It'll be up soon.

[blazing-arsonist]

MERRY CHRISRMaS!!!

Merry Christmas fr this time. Thank you to everyone in this amazing community who supports me and inspires me to keep drawing, it means a lot! And I mean a LOT. I hope everyone has a lovely Christmas, and if you don't celebrate Christmas, happy holidays!

In the meantime, I'm gonna tell you guys that I recently got a little venus flytrap! I'm gonna be monitoring its growth with you all for however long it lives, except when I have trips and stuff (which I do have a week-long one starting today!). The little guy's name is Subra.

Apologies for my crap camera. I wish I had an actual one.

Again, Merry Christmas and thank you guys so much!

[pctcr]

how it should have been

hello loves! this is an andrew!peter x fem!reader, i hope you guys like it! to those of you who celebrate: merry christmas and happy holidays to those who don't.

thank you dearly to my betas who helped me make this big thing cohesive

there are SPOILERS for nwh, so read at your own discretion :)

prompt: reader wakes up in the wrong universe after dying in her original one

pairing: andrew!peter x fem!reader (fem pronouns, no specific anatomy)

warnings: swearing, nwh spoilers, mentions of death

word count: 8449

You can barely see anything. It’s too dark to make out your surroundings and you’re cold. You shiver, looking around to try and get any idea of where you are. A bright light starts rushing towards you and suddenly, you’re falling.

You’re falling among several pieces of debris. A shadow above you is chasing you, too, but you can’t make out any discerning features. You fall for what feels like forever, the ground getting closer and closer. The debris starts to cloud your vision, the shadow disappearing behind it. The last thing you feel is pure terror.

You wake with a start, a thin layer of sweat covering your body. You let out a long sigh, covering your eyes with the back of your hand. You had another nightmare. You have them every night, after all, a continuous falling with a chasing black shadow above you. You always wake right before you hit the ground.

You finally decide to get up, attempting to rid your thoughts of your nightmare. You have your first day back at Midtown today - it was the first day back for everyone, including the majority of those who disappeared five years ago. When you woke up that day, you were cold and laying on the concrete. Your head was pounding with a raging headache and your back hurt, too. With no idea where to go or what to do, especially with no recollection of how you’d gotten there, you go to the police. They sent you to a foster system since you were under the age of 18 and you were placed in a foster home just outside of the city.

They were kind enough to buy you all of the necessities - clothes, shoes, and a phone. Your foster parents are never home much, but you appreciate all they’ve done for you thus far. You dress for school, eat a small breakfast, and begin your journey to Midtown.

The short train ride helps with waking up and forgetting your nightmare. The rumble under you settles you, somehow reminding you that you’re alive. A nightmare is just a nightmare, nothing more.

The crowd outside of Midtown is daunting. There’s groups of people talking amongst themselves as you pass them and their soft conversations fall on deaf ears. You push the door open and step inside, the air conditioning inside the building a lot colder than it is outside.

Your first class is on the second floor. You make your way up the stairs and find an empty seat in the classroom, paying no mind to the two boys who slide into seats in front of you. They converse in hushed voices until the teacher arrives. She takes attendance, calling out names in a random order. You raise your hand when she calls yours and you’re about to zone out again when she calls a name that has your heart rate increasing.

“Peter Parker?” She says and the boy directly in front of you raises his hand and you stare at the back of his head, trying to figure out why his name struck a chord in you.

After class you catch him as he’s leaving with the guy he sat next to. “Hey,” you call after him and he pauses, offering you a friendly grin.

“Hey,” He replies and when he notices your hesitation, his grin falls a little. “What’s up?”

You take a moment to think of how to reply. “Your name is familiar,” you say and he exchanges a glance with his friend.

“Uh,” Peter chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “[Name], right? Sorry, I don’t know anyone with that name. Well, I guess I do now.”

You give him a smile. “Sorry, yeah, it was kind of weird to start out with that.” You hold out your hand, offering a handshake to introduce yourself.

Peter takes your hand, shaking it. “No worries, it’s nice to meet you.”

His friend finally speaks. “Were you blipped, too?”

“Yeah, um,” you shake your head a little, casting your gaze down to your feet. “Yeah.” You settle on saying, smiling a little awkwardly when you look up again.

“My name’s Ned. Peter and I both were, too.” Ned holds out his hand to shake as well, and you mirror his movements. Your hands bump and you laugh a little as you shake his hand.

Peter lets out a long breath, his shoulders rising and falling with it. “Well, you’re more than welcome to sit with us at lunch. I can imagine being blipped might, uh, bring us together.”

You’re taken aback by his offer, but nod in agreement. “Sure, thanks.”

—

Your friendship with Peter and Ned grew stronger over time and, soon after, they introduced you to MJ. You four became a solid friend group - you guys did everything together. It made you feel better to have friends that didn’t judge you for your memory loss. Your therapist believes it was due to PTSD and there’s not much to be done about it. It barely affects you. You wonder about your parents and why your name wasn’t registered in the system often, but thinking about it too much causes your nightmares to get worse. It always makes them worse, so you try to avoid the topic when possible. Your friends didn’t ask after the first time around and you’re thankful.

You shiver as you enter the cafe that MJ works at, your coat is a bit too thin for the weather outside but you didn’t bother to grab a heavier one. You spot Ned sitting in his usual spot and MJ behind the counter. You approach him and take the seat next to him, nudging him softly in greeting. The air is heavy as you, Ned, and MJ await Peter’s arrival. Your letter from MIT sits in front of you, folded in half from being in your pocket. Ned’s sits in front of him as well, way more pristine looking than yours.

“Are you guys nervous?” You ask the other two.

MJ shrugs. “I don’t know, kind of.”

Ned nods. “I don’t know either. Just want to open it already.”

You’re not expecting to get in. You’re not sure any of you are, especially in light of the recent events surrounding Peter’s identity as Spider-Man. You found out the same day as Ned, as the two of you were waiting in his bedroom when he crawled in through the window in a full suit. Something about Peter being Spider-Man just made sense, but you had no idea why. The bell above the door rings as Peter opens the door, approaching the three of you with his own envelope in his hand. You all exchange glances before opening the letters, the thick silence being filled with the sound of paper ripping.

You read the first sentence of the letter and your heart falls. You knew this was going to be the outcome and yet, you feel a lump forming in your throat. You sigh heavily, putting the letter down and pushing it away from you in a small form of anger.

You shake your head a little as you make eye contact with Peter. MJ and Ned have similar expressions of disappointment on their faces.

“It’s alright,” MJ breaks the silence and you nod, agreeing with her. In the grand scheme of things, it’s terrible and unfair, but you wouldn’t trade your friendship with Peter for the world. Everything would be okay, even if you had to wait a year or so before applying again.

“Peter,” you say upon seeing the look on his face. “We all love you. We wouldn’t trade our friendship with you for a college admission, anyways. We can apply again.”

“Yeah,” Ned says. “Don’t worry about it.”

—

You find out the next day that Peter did, indeed, worry about it. Your phone vibrates next to you on the end table and you answer without much hesitation upon seeing Peter’s contact. “Hey, what’s up?” You say casually, laying back down in your previous position in an attempt to get comfortable again.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Peter asks in an alarmed voice.

You sit up, suddenly confused and worried. “Yeah, everything’s good here. What’s going on?”

“I need your help,” he says, “I can explain it once you get here.”

“Okay,” you say without any more convincing, placing your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you pull on your shoes. “Where am I headed?”

You arrive at 177A Bleecker Street just as Ned and MJ do. “Hey, do either of you know what’s going on?” You ask, your hands deep in your jacket pockets and they are trembling slightly. Ever since Peter called you, you’ve felt sick with anxiety. You couldn’t tell if it was for him… or something else.

“No,” MJ says, approaching the door to knock on it. “He called me, said he needed my help… All of our help.”

Doctor Strange opens the door and you force your expression to be neutral, following behind your friends inside. Peter emerges from the left side of the building, rushing to give MJ a hug and nodding at you and Ned in thanks.

The three of you have a short but enlightening conversation with the Doctor, namely a “please Scooby-Doo this shit.”

Peter leads the three of you down to a basement, but catches your arm as you're passing him to inspect the contents of the room. “Are you alright?”

You frown a little. “Yeah, why?”

Peter releases your arm. “You seem anxious.”

You chuckle a little. “Well, your call certainly sparked some anxiety, Peter.”

“That’s not it,” he protests. “Is something going on?”

You shrug. “Apart from this,” you say, gesturing to the extra part of the basement. “I guess something just doesn’t feel right.”

Peter nods. “Right, it’s probably best I just explain it to you guys.”

Peter gives the three of you a run-down on the situation. Villains from other universes and an unhinged spell. The feeling of something being wrong just seems to get worse for you - especially when Peter speaks about a green, flying guy. Something about it just sends shivers down your spine and makes you want to hide.

When Doctor Otto mentions Osborn, it gets even worse, if possible. Your body tenses and your eyes grow wide. The name ‘Osborn’ sends a shiver down your spine.

MJ looks at you with a concerned glance. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “I just don’t like this.”

MJ’s silence doesn’t help you feel any better, but you try to ignore it.

You want to help despite your unconscious fears, so you stay behind with MJ and Ned, watching the live feed from Peter’s phone as he treks through a dark forest.

Suddenly, a man made of electricity appears behind Peter. He tries to trap him, but you watch as the flash of orange flies directly through the enemy. You hate the way your chest tightens in anxiety when the video cuts. This guy makes you feel the same way that the green one does - afraid. You stand, starting to pace around to try and rid yourself of the feeling in your gut.

It only gets worse when two new villains arrive, trapped behind the invisible walls of their makeshift cells. You hate the way one of them stares at you silently, watching as you avoid his gaze and turn your back. You see recollection and confusion in his hard gaze, but you have no idea why. You breathe deeply as MJ answers the call from Peter, letting you know he’s okay.

“Are you alright?” Ned asks, approaching you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

You nod. “Yeah, he’s just… staring at me,” you say back, your voice low enough for only Ned to hear.

Ned turns a bit to look, seeing the electric one boring a hole into the back of your head. “I don’t know what his problem is, but you’re safe,” He mumbles back, patting your shoulder before turning back to the computer. You let out a shaky sigh and await Peter’s return.

“Hey,” the electric guy says and you turn. “Do I know you?”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so. This isn’t your universe-”

“She does look familiar,” the lizard speaks, approaching the edge of his cell to look at you better.

You’re about to reply when Peter brings in another guy, dressed in green and purple. Your stomach clenches uncomfortably when his eyes pass over you and pause. You raise your eyebrows in question, but he says nothing.

“Osborn?” Doc Ock asks the newcomer.

You hold in a gasp of shock, moving backward to put more space between you and him. Something about him, something about that name scares you. MJ shoots you a look, wordlessly asking if you’re okay. You want to say yes but the fear in your body won’t let you reply.

Strange appears a few seconds later, trapping the final guy in his own cell. You stand near the same spot, staring as Peter and Strange have an argument over whether or not to help these guys. Something about the spell being reversed upsets you, too, but you can’t figure out why.

Peter runs past the three of you, MJ guarding his exit from Doctor Strange. It doesn’t matter, though, he disappears with his own portal to chase Peter down.

Peter returns sometime later, yelling about how he won in his battle against Strange and asks you three to hold onto the spell while he figures out cures for the villains. You follow MJ and Ned back to Ned’s house, settling into a kitchen chair while the three of you wait for Peter’s call.

It never comes, though. “I’m gonna press it,” MJ says after around an hour of silence from Peter and countless news stations covering the damage done to Happy’s apartment building where he and May were staying.

The news of May’s death overwhelms you. It makes you feel small in comparison to everything that’s going on and you need some fresh air. You feel safe enough, the complex is unknown to the villains thus far and even then, you feel you would see them before they saw you. Once outside, you try calling Peter again, but he doesn’t answer. You didn’t expect him to - he was mourning the loss of his Aunt and you understood that. You sent him a text, telling him that you guys were there for him whenever he was ready to talk about it.

Your spot on the stairs outside is a nice sightline of the lights of the city, even though the view itself was mainly of the garbage alley outside the building. You’re immersed in your own thoughts when you see movement out of the corner of your eye in the alley. You frown, standing slowly and peering into the alley. It’s a bit too dark to make out anything other than dumpsters but you are certain you saw something move. You stand, opening your phone to call Ned, only to have a call from him appear on your screen. You answer. “Ned?”

“Yeah, you gotta get back up here, [Name].” Ned says, his voice urgent.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” You say as you start to climb the stairs. “I saw something moving in the alley, I can’t tell if it was an animal or a person, but…” You trail off. “I’m really worried about him.”

“We all are,” Ned agrees.

“I just wish he would pick up,” You say as you knock on the door. You hang up as MJ unlocks and opens the door. The look on her face is that of surprise. “What?” You ask softly as you step inside.

“Um…” MJ says, clearly not knowing how to phrase what she wants to say. She turns her gaze to face the kitchen and as you’re turning to look, your heart begins to race. There’s a guy standing there, in a Spider-Man costume, but it’s not Peter. You stare, an uncomfortable lump forming in your throat and your eyes begin to burn with oncoming tears. “He’s-”

“Peter…” You whisper, cutting her off. You know him. You remember him. You remember his voice, his touch, his smile. You remember your dates and how he bought you flowers. You… remember falling. The nightmares you’ve been having for months, the ones where you fall and wake before you hit the ground, were your last memories. The shadow chasing you… it was him. It was your Peter, chasing you down in his Spider-Man suit, trying to catch you.

“[Name]...” He says, his voice shaky. His eyes are full of tears that begin to roll down his cheeks.

“You… know him?” Ned asks, looking between the two of you.

You can’t manage to speak, so you nod. You can’t seem to move, either, shock filling your entire body and paralyzing you as memories flood back. You recognized Peter’s name because this is your Peter. You went to school with him and you fixed his wounds when he crawled in your window at night. How did you get here?

Instead of you having to move, Peter approaches you slowly. “[Name]...” He whispers, reaching out to grab your hand. You let him and he laughs in denial as more tears roll down his face. “You’re… real…” His voice meek, as he moves his shaking hand up to your cheek and gently rubs the skin with his thumb.

You stare at him. You can barely comprehend all of the memories that come associated with this Peter, let alone the fact that in his universe, you died. “I’m supposed to be dead,” you whisper. “I-I fell…”

This causes him to cry a bit harder. “I tried to catch you. I… Your head…” He closes his eyes and forces the tears out of them. Peter steps forward, wrapping his arms around you tightly and burying his face in your hair. You wrap your arms around him, his familiar scent making this frighteningly real. You don’t belong in this universe just as much as he doesn’t. His hand comes up to hold the back of your head, his gloved fingers tangling in your hair. He’s holding your head exactly where it hurt when you woke up and you feel it’s intentional. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He whispers in your ear.

“I’m sorry,” MJ interjects. “What is going on?”

Peter lets you pull away but doesn’t move from your side, his hand finding yours and playing gently with it. It’s as if he’s reassuring himself that you’re real, not in his imagination.

“Peter was my boyfriend… We both went to Midtown and…” You shake your head, unable to get your thoughts in order. “He was… fighting that stupid green guy, his son, and he… I fell. I died.”

“So, wait, you’re… not from this universe, too? You blipped, though, right?” Ned asks, the look on his face just as confused as MJ’s.

“I thought so. I showed up when everyone else did but… my memories…”

“Blip?” Peter asks, looking at you with red rimmed eyes and a concerned look on his face.

“There was this alien guy, he wiped out 50% of the population,” Ned explains. “Our Peter, me, MJ… we all disappeared and came back five years later. [Name] woke up the same day we did.”

“I woke up on the concrete.” You say softly. “My head and-and my back were really hurting but I… was alive. I didn’t remember anything.”

“But you remembered Peter’s name,” Ned adds.

“It was familiar, but I had no idea why.” You turn to Peter, who’s still tearing up, but he offers you a small smile.

“So… wait, does that mean when the spell happens… [Name] will leave, too?” MJ asks.

It hits you then as MJ speaks that if you return to your universe, you might die. “Oh, my God, I… I could die.”

“You’ve been here for a while,” Ned offers. “This could have changed your fate just like theirs, right?”

“I-I don’t know,” You say, looking between Peter and Ned. “We have to get a hold of him.” You say and MJ nods.

“Ned, try to find him again,” MJ says, gesturing to the ring on Ned’s hand.

You’re confused, watching as Ned opens a portal, similar to the ones you’ve seen Strange using. Another man steps through and you share a look with Peter. He looks a little older than the rest of you.

“Hi…” He says, smiling kindly. “I’ve seen you guys before but… that’s not your friend…” He continues, looking at Peter with a perplexed look.

You jerk away from Peter, closer to MJ, as he shoots a web at the new guy and you watch as they both mimic each other’s movements. You look between the two of them, bewildered at their reactions. “Alright,” you say, looking at MJ. “I will say… I don’t know this one.”

She chuckles a little. “Good to know.”

“Well,” you say. “We need to find Peter, our Peter.”

Ned nods and MJ pulls out her phone to check if he had replied yet. She shakes her head, looking up to the group.

“Well,” older Peter begins. “Is there some place he goes to… get away from everything?”

“Mine was the-” Suited Peter starts.

“Empire State building,” You both say at the same time. You share a glance with him, blushing a little under his intense gaze. You’re starting to remember the smaller details the longer he’s in your presence. As much as you’re happy to know who you are, you worry for the future of your duration in this universe and possibly your old one.

MJ recalls he might be atop the school building. The group leaves Ned’s house, walking quickly to avoid other people seeing suited Peter and the magic box. Suited Peter, your Peter, walks close to you. You hold out your hand to him and he instantly takes it, intertwining his gloved fingers with yours. It turns out that MJ was right - Peter was sitting on top of the school all by himself. You gently squeeze Peter’s hand, letting go and following MJ and Ned up to the roof.

You hate to see him like this. He looks so small. MJ, Ned, and you approach him, crouching down to hug him in an effort to comfort him even a little bit. Your heart breaks as he cries and you rub circles onto his back, trying your best not to cry yourself. You loved May the couples times you met her and seeing one of your best friends this distraught hurts.

When he calms down a little, MJ introduces him to the two new Peter’s. He’s shocked, but doesn’t let it get to him. He wants to press the button and send them all home. He’s angry about May, he wants the Green Goblin gone, but that spell might send you to your death, too.

MJ and you exchange a look and she moves the box just out of his reach and she glances up to them, hoping Peter will get the message and listen.

“I lost… I lost [Name].” Suited Peter says, the reflection of light in his eyes making it evident he was tearing up. “She was my MJ.”

The Peter next to you looks at you, confusion written all over his face. “[Name]?” He asks, but you shake your head.

“Peter,” you say, your voice trembling a little. “If you press that button… I might…”

“[Name] might die, too.” Ned says. “When the blip happened, [Name] woke up the same day as the rest of us, but she’s not from this universe. She’s from his,” He gestures towards suited Peter.

“What?” Peter asks softly, looking between you and suited Peter. “You’re-?”

“My memories are still slowly coming back, but I… You remember my nightmares?” You ask and he nods, so you continue. “Those nightmares are my last memories. The shadow chasing me… it’s him. He was trying to catch me.”

“So… You somehow made it into this universe after you died in his?” Peter asks and you nod again. “And you could…” He trails off.

“Peter, we get it,” older Peter says. “When my Uncle Ben died, I hunted down the men that I thought did it. I got what I wanted, but it didn’t make it better.”

“I got rageful,” suited Peter adds. “I stopped pulling my punches.” He looks down at you and you stare back, trying to force down the uncomfortable lump in your throat. Hearing about how upset he was saddening and you hope that he never feels like that again.

You look at your friends and let out a shaky sigh. “It’s worth a shot, right?” You ask.

Peter eventually agrees and all of you head to the lab inside the school building. The three Peters discuss who is going to repair whose cure and you watch from your place on a stool, leaning onto the counter. You’re immersed in your own thoughts when someone sits in the stool next to you. You turn, finding suited Peter wearing a lab coat.

You laugh a little, reaching out to touch the fabric of it. “Why?” You ask simply, a soft grin adoring your face.

“Makes me feel professional.” Peter responds, offering you a smile as well. It slowly drops, though, as you look at him.

“What?” You inquire, leaning forward a little and placing a hand on his knee. “You okay?”

He screws his eyes shut, moving to place his hand over yours. “[Name], I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“Peter,” you say softly, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it reassuringly. “I forgive you. You tried to get me to leave, you tried to save me… That’s all I could have asked for.” He doesn’t speak, so you continue. “I’m fine now, let’s focus on that, right?”

He nods, finally opening his eyes. “Right. I’m really glad you… you’re okay. I’m not certain how this even happened but I’m really fucking glad.”

You move both of your hands up to his cheeks, taking in his soft features. Being able to touch him makes your anxiety dwindle just a little, so you’re grateful he lets you. “I’m glad too,” You respond, smiling as he leans into your touch. “Can I grab you something for the cure?”

Peter hums softly, pressing a kiss to your palm as you remove your hands from his cheeks. He gives you a short list of things and you stand, walking to the adjacent room full of lab materials.

You’re in there for a few minutes when you hear footsteps approaching you. You see suited Peter out of the corner of your eye. “Hey, sorry, I found the first two but I’m missing the last one. Are you sure they don’t have it out there-” You pause, feeling his arms wrap around you from behind. You sigh, leaning back into his chest, still surveying the cabinet for the last ingredient. “What’s up?” You ask.

“[Name].” He whispers in your ear, squeezing you lightly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” you answer, still looking for the last part among the various bottles, but it’s getting hard to focus with Peter so close to you.

“How mad would you be if I asked to kiss you?” He asks, his voice low.

Your heart beat jumps in your chest. You certainly wouldn’t be mad, but… was he sure? “Peter,” you say, turning around in his arms. “It’s been… years, are you sure?”

“Yes,” he replies instantly. “I’m sure.”

“Then… As long as you don’t mind that there’s several people next door-”

Peter doesn’t have to even think twice before he’s pulling you closer by the waist, his lips hovering over yours. “Are you sure?” He mumbles.

Your eyes find his and you nod, slowly. “Yes,” you whisper back.

The moment his lips found yours, memories upon memories start to flood back. The two of you, sitting side by side on his bed, in your car, in the back hallways at school. You sink deeper into him the longer he kisses you, your hand pulling him down closer by his neck. He pulls back just enough to suck in a breath before he leans back in. He kisses you with a fervor you didn’t know possible, moving you back enough that your back rests on the cabinet doors. Peter pulls back a little, his forehead resting on yours. His hands squeeze your hips, slowly moving them up until he’s holding your cheeks in his hands.

You weren’t done yet, though, tilting your head up to press your lips against his once more. You tangle your hand in his hair, gently pulling. He lets out a breathy groan against your lips, kissing you briefly once more before pulling away to rest his forehead against yours again. His hands drop from your face, finding the same place on your hips as before.

“Hey, [Name], did you- Oh, God-” Ned’s voice rings out and you pull back abruptly. Your cheeks grow warm under Ned’s wide-eyed gaze. “I’m, uh- I’m sorry. I just needed-”

“Don’t,” You start, seeing the last ingredient you need sitting on a far counter instead of in the cabinet. You move from Peter’s arms and grab it, ushering Ned out of the room in the process. “Don’t say a word,” you whisper to him.

Ned nods rapidly, making his way back over to his computer. You set the bottle down next to the others, trying to rid your body of the tingling you’re feeling in the tips of your fingers. Peter walks out of the room and you blush under his gaze, moving back to your original stool.

Thirty minutes pass before everyone is ready. You stand across the counter from suited Peter as they discuss the plan. The Peters would lure the villains to the Statue of Liberty and cure them, the rest of you would stay here and keep the box safe after they threw it back using Ned’s newfound portaling powers. After they were cured, you guys would press the button and hope everything works out.

You’re nervous, probably more so than everyone else. You worry that everything might not go as planned and even if it does, what about you? What happens when the button gets pressed? Would you die?

“Are you alright?” Peter, original Peter, asks, concern written on his face. The rest of the group watches the two of you, similar expressions on their faces.

“I’m worried,” you admit. “I’m worried about the plan and everything going smoothly… but I might die. That’s really worrying me.”

“We’re not gonna let that happen,” he says. “We’ll figure something out, okay?”

You nod, wringing your hands together nervously. “If I… disappear, with everyone else, I want to make sure I said this before.” You look up at Peter, Ned, and MJ tears threatening to pool in your eyes. “I love you guys. Thank you for being the best friends I could ever ask for.”

Peter wastes no time in pulling you into a hug. Ned and MJ join in, too. You’re thrilled at the idea that you get to go back home, see your friends there, but these were your friends, too. Losing them was just as painful as you could ever have imagined.

When you pull back from the hug, tears have finally started to fall. They step back, Ned wiping his eyes as he does so. You turn to suited Peter and hug him, too. His hold on you is tight. “Please be careful,” you say.

Peter presses a kiss to the top of your head, leaning down and kissing you briefly after. “I will be, I promise.” He says back, squeezing you one last time before letting go.

“Well, let’s kick some ass.”

“Cure,” older Peter corrects. “Cure some ass.”

—

You’re waiting anxiously for the villains to arrive, when suddenly, you hear electricity crackling. “I think the electric guy is here,” You say, trying to see if any of the Peters are coming, ready to catch the box if need be.

“MJ, heads up!” Original Peter calls out, throwing the box into the portal. MJ catches it.

“Alright, Ned, close it.” She says, jumping a little in place.

The portal doesn’t close. “Alright, uh, just keep trying,” you say, looking around the lab for a weapon if you need one. You come up with nothing and Ned is still struggling to close it.

“It’s fine! Just keep trying,” MJ says.

You peek into the portal, your blood running cold. “Guys, there’s-”

“That is a lizard!” MJ shouts and all of you start to run. The lizard is right on your tail as he chases you around the tables and you have no choice but to run through the portal. Ned opens up another portal as you guys run past, effectively slowing him down with a gush of water. This aids in Peter catching him and being able to use the cure on him.

Ned tries to open another portal. Instead of a safe place, Doctor Strange appears, stepping out and immediately taking the box from MJ. “Where is he?”

You try to grab the box as MJ does, but neither of you are quick enough. “Wait, wait, wait!” MJ says.

“Before you do anything Mister– Doctor Strange, sir, Peter’s plan is working!” Ned yells.

“Pressing that button might kill me!” You add, panic setting in your body. “Please, just wait-”

“What plan? Kill you?” Strange asks, looking between the three of you.

“He’s curing them,” Ned explains.

Dr. Strange approaches the edge of the scaffolding and peers over, seeing that Dr. Connors is no longer a lizard.

“Did you just open a portal?” He asks Ned, who nods, before portaling away himself.

“Guys,” you say shakily, your entire body trembling. “If he presses that button-”

“Can Spider-Man come out to play?” A voice says and you see multiple green lights in the distance, rapidly approaching.

“Oh, God.” You whisper, your body tensing anxiously. You can’t hear or see anything that’s happening, until you hear an explosion. You watch as the spell expands and races across the sky, disappearing into the clouds. You’re barely able to comprehend that the unstable spell escaped before you hear the loud noise of metal crunching.

The scaffolding you’re standing on tilts. You’re falling. You attempt to grab something, but your hand slips.

“[Name]!” Ned shouts, but his voice echoes in your ears.

The wind whips around you as you fall. You know you’re falling fast, you have to be, but everything is slow. Original Peter jumps after you, nearly grabbing your extended hand, until the Goblin knocks him out of the way.

It feels like a nightmare. It feels like your nightmare. Falling, falling, falling - but this time, there’s no shadow chasing you. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see how close you are to dying. The ground is rapidly approaching, you know it. You’re terrified. All of the work everyone did to try and fix everything feels meaningless as you plummet to the concrete below. Shouts reverberate in your ears and you can’t discern who’s yelling. Your ears are ringing.

Suddenly, someone is touching you - their arms wrap around you protectively. You hit the ground in their arms with a thud, vibrations shooting up your body as you hit the ground. You slowly open your eyes, one eye at a time and you stare straight up from where you fell. It seems so far up now from your place on the ground, but you’re not dead. The rest of the scaffolding is falling, the giant shield is falling, too.

You look to who caught you and all oxygen escapes your lungs. It’s Peter, the Peter that carried the burden of not saving you before, the Peter who loved you. “Holy shit,” you manage.

He’s crying. He’s crying so hard as he drops to his knees, continuing to hold you bridal style. Peter buries his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay,” he mumbles over and over, reassuring himself and you that he caught you. You are okay, he saved you.

“Holy shit, Peter,” you repeat, gripping onto him as tears burn your eyes. You’re crying because you lived, you’re crying because he caught you, you’re crying because this is how it was supposed to be. “You have to go help,” you say as he lifts his head. “I’m okay, I need to check on MJ and Ned.”

“Okay,” he says softly. Peter presses a kiss to your forehead and helps you get your footing, shooting his web and swinging to the base of the statue to find original Peter.

You run around the rubble littering the ground. “MJ! Ned!” You call.

“[Name]!” MJ shouts back, running up and hugging you tightly.

Ned runs up, hugging you tightly, too. “You’re okay!”

“He-He caught me. I thought, holy fuck.” You say, your hands still trembling from the adrenaline.

“[Name]! MJ! Ned!” Original Peter calls from below and the three of you rush to the barrier, MJ waving her arms in the air.

“We’re okay!” She shouts back.

You watch in horror as Peter fights the Goblin. He nearly kills him, too, before older Peter stops him.. You’re staring so hard you see the Goblin move. “Watch out!” You yell, but it’s too late. Older Peter gets stabbed. They manage to cure the Goblin, not before the spell gets even more out of the control. The sky is starting to split in places, revealing a purple gash with several white figures within it. “Oh no.”

Original Peter heads up to Strange, who’s perched at the very top of the statue’s torch. You turn to MJ and Ned. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Ned assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You wait there for what seems like forever before original Peter finally lands in front of you. The three of you rush to hug him. He checks to make sure you’re all okay, too.

“So, we should go, right?” MJ asks. “Figure out what to do about…”

“I’m sorry,” Peter says, a contrite look on his face. “We can’t help [Name].”

Your heart rate picks up. “What?”

“The-The spell, we can’t contain it and… you guys are going to forget who I am.” He explains.

“What?” Ned asks.

“Forget who you are? What are you talking about?” MJ adds.

“It’s okay,” Peter reassures. “I’ll come find you and I’ll explain everything. It’ll be like none of this ever happened.”

“What if that doesn’t work?” MJ protests. “What if we can’t remember you? I don’t wanna do that.”

“I know, MJ, I know.”

“We can’t come up with a plan or something?” MJ asks, she’s getting desperate.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Peter says sorrowfully.

Peter hugs you first, so tightly you think he might kill you if he squeezes any harder. You return the hug. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry,” He says to you.

“It’s alright, we tried, right?” You respond as he pulls away. “Peter, please don’t think whatever happens to me is your fault. You tried, we all tried, I’m not angry.” The look on his face tells you he doesn’t believe you. “I got to see my Peter again. I got to meet you and Ned and MJ. Whatever happens, I’ll be alright.”

Peter finally nods. “Okay,” he whispers.

You hug Ned and MJ separately. “I love you, all three of you.” You say, looking between them. “If I somehow find a way to contact you, I will, I promise.”

You want to let them say their goodbyes, so you step away and down the stairs, rushing to get to the other Peters quickly. You know you don’t have much time.

Suited Peter, your Peter meets you in the middle, though, pulling you close. “[Name].” He says, his voice trembling. “I don’t know what’s going to happen. If you don’t come with, if-if you..”

“Peter, it’ll be okay.” You say and somehow, you believe it. “If curing them, making them better changes their fate? Then my fate will certainly change, too.”

He hugs you tighter. “I love you, [Name], I love you so much. No matter what.”

Your heart swells. You open your mouth to reply when all of your body starts to tingle. It feels like pins and needles all over. You pull back and notice you're almost transparent. Peter is, too. You watch as he reaches for you. It’s the last thing you see before everything turns to black.

—

You gasp loudly as you sit up, feeling around to grab something. You’re blind with panic until your Dad bursts into the room. “Hey, hey, [Name], are you alright?”

You stop, turning to face the doorway. You’re still breathing heavily when you make eye contact with your Dad, who’s looking at you with concern. “What happened?”

“You must have had a nightmare.” He says, walking over to feel your forehead. You feel his hand touch your cool forehead. “I have to go to work, are you alright?”

“Yeah…” You manage, pushing your hair out of your face after he removes your hand. “Must have been. I’m okay.”

“If you’re going to hang out with Peter, shoot me a text, I’ll make an extra plate of dinner.” He says, moving back towards the door.

“Peter?” You ask incredulously.

“Yeah, your boyfriend?” Your Dad answers, holding the door knob. “You said he was probably coming over tonight. Just give me a heads up, alright?”

You nod slowly as he closes the door behind him. You shakily press two fingers to your wrist after he leaves, feeling the delicate pulse under your fingertips. You’re alive, you changed your fate, and clearly, Peter was still in your life.

You scrambled to find your phone that was buried in your bedsheets. You finally find it and try to unlock it, but your password isn’t working. You can see that you have several messages from Peter, but you can’t see them. “Shit,” you mumble, looking around your room for a jacket, jeans and pair of shoes. It’s your old room, you know that, but you have no idea where anything is. It seems like… someone lived here. Maybe it placed you in a universe where Peter did catch you and you took your own place.

You finally find a pair of jeans, taking off your sleeping pants and pulling them on. You grab a jacket off the back of your desk chair, heading out into the kitchen. This was your old house for sure, everything’s familiar. The coffee pot is in the same place, your shoes, everything. Except for the walls - the paint is a darker blue than you remember it being. You try to shrug it off, pulling on your shoes and heading outside. You don’t really know where you’re going to go.

You decide to check places Peter might be and you want to start with the cemetery. If you’re alive here, then your tombstone would be missing, and Peter might have gone there to check. You rush past the people on the sidewalk, apologizing as you nudge them to move around them.

The cemetery is nearly empty when you arrive, save for one person standing in the far corner, staring down at a tombstone. You read the various headstones as you pass, looking for any names you recognize. As you’re getting closer, you realize the person is taller than you thought. You don’t want to startle them, so you try to make your steps louder. They’re not paying attention though and as you approach, you hear their voice. “[Name], call me back when you get this. Your headstone is missing and May asked about you before I left. I think everything worked. Please call me.” He sighs, ending the call and pocketing his phone.

You can’t help the wide grin that spreads across your face. “Peter,” you call, just loud enough that he can hear you.

Peter whips around so fast you can barely register it before he’s rushing at you, hugging you so hard it knocks the both of you to the ground. The grass is damp from rain and you can feel it soaking into your jacket but you can’t find it in you to care. “[Name], fuck!” He says, laughing happily and pressing kisses to your cheek repeatedly.

You giggle, gently trying to push him away so you can stand but he isn’t budging, kissing you lightly all over your face. “Peter, the ground is wet.”

“Don’t care,” He replies, finally kissing you on the lips. You sink into the kiss, pressing back with the same amount of force as he is. Peter pulls away after a few moments, smiling down at you like you’re the best thing that he’s ever laid his eyes on. Honestly, you might as well be. He helps you stand, chuckling at the various blotches of mud on your jacket and jeans. “Oops.”

“I just got here and you’re already ruining my clothes?” You joke, wrapping your arms around his neck so you can look at him just a little longer.

“You’re here and you’re alive and you remember,” he says, a smile on his face.

“It’s still coming back to me,” you admit. “But that’s better than nothing.”

—

You unlock the door of your apartment, closing it behind you and toeing your shoes off by the doormat. You hear noises coming from the kitchen as you shrug your jacket off. “Peter?” You call, setting your jacket on the coat rack near your front door.

“In the kitchen,” Peter responds.

You turn the corner, finding Peter standing in your kitchen, wearing your apron that is entirely too small on his frame. You raise your eyebrows, walking over to him and peeking into the bowl he was mixing ingredients in. “What are you making?”

Peter ignores your question, turning his head and kissing you briefly. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you answer. “No Spidey tonight?”

“Nope,” he says, walking over to the fridge to grab an egg. “I’m clearly very busy being a chef.”

You chuckle. “I should get you your own apron at this rate.”

“Maybe so,” He replies, transferring the mix in the bowl to a separate bowl.

“Is that supposed to be a cake?” You inquire, trying to dip your finger in the mixture to taste it. He moves it out of your reach before you can.

“You’ll find out.” Peter grins, opening the oven and checking the pan on the upper shelf. He takes off the apron after closing the oven, folding it and setting it on the back of a dining chair.

“Well, if it is a cake, you’d be a baker. Not a chef,” you point out.

“Same thing.”

“Not-”

Peter cuts you off by grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. “I’m gonna need you to go in the bedroom and stay there until I say.”

You look up at him and tilt your head. “You don’t need help?”

“Not at all. I’ve got it under control, my love.” He smiles, kissing your nose affectionately.

“Alright, fine.” You say, moving back and grabbing your phone from your bag. “I’ll be impatiently waiting.”

You close the door behind you, flopping down onto the bed on Peter’s side. You bury your face in his pillow, taking in his familiar scent. You smile in content, pulling your phone out to browse social media while you wait. You find a couple articles on Spider-Man and his recent qualms with basic crime, but nothing too crazy.

After about an hour, Peter calls for you. You get up and walk into the kitchen to find a stack of pancakes, a plate of eggs, a plate of sausage and bacon, and several topping choices for the pancakes sitting on the table. “I should have guessed,” you say, smiling at him.

“It is nearly a tradition, after all.” Peter responds. “Go on, sit, sit.”

You sit down in the chair across from where he usually sits, going to grab the tongs before he stops you.

“Let me. Close your eyes,” He says from beside you, taking the hand he grabbed and pressing a kiss to it before letting go. You oblige, closing your eyes. You hear him moving around for a moment before he stops. “Alright, open them.” His voice is a bit shaky.

You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but when you open your eyes, you figure out why. There’s a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of you, but written on the pancakes in frosting is: Marry me?

Peter is beside you, already down on one knee, a small box with a ring inside of it in his hands.

“Peter…” You whisper, your eyes already welling up with tears.

“[Name], my love, I really never thought I was going to be able to do this. I was so, so happy when I met you originally and I wanted to do this after we graduated college. I wanted to be with you forever,” He sniffs, trying to avoid crying too hard. It was an emotional topic for the both of you. “You meant so much to me that when you… I could never forgive myself for losing you. So when your friends said your name, my heart broke. It was hard to even hear your name and I never would have thought it would really be you.”

You’re really crying now, tears rolling down your cheeks as he speaks.

“This last year of being able to be with you again, really be with you, has been amazing. Moving in with you, being able to wake up next to you… I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We used to joke all the time that I’d write it on a cake or something, but cakes remind me of birthdays. This is way more important than any birthday. [Name], will you marry me?”

You’re nodding before he even finishes. “Yes, oh my God, yes.”

He grins, full of so much happiness as he stands, pulling you up with him. He easily slips the ring onto your finger. Peter sniffs again, smiling, before he kisses you with all the passion he can manage.

You kiss back with just as much eagerness, a warm feeling spreading over your body. You finally feel complete, standing here with him, knowing that it’ll be the two of you against the world.

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[billylemz]

Asa, Mikey and Jason with their s/o on Christmas morning por favor? 🥺Please ma'am I love your hcs

Christmas morning with his s/o 

Characters - Asa Emory, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers 

Asa

Christmas mornings with Asa are so calm and domestic that you could almost forget the man currently sitting across from you in a fuzzy Christmas sweater is a brutal serial killer. It really does look like the classic Christmas out of a movie: hot chocolate, carols playing softly from the radio, a huge tree covered in bright lights, it's even snowing outside.

You insist that Asa opens his present from you first, and he smiles softly when he sees that you got him a new display case for his insects. He thanks you, kissing you on the cheek before handing you your present.

Asa always pays close attention to everything, so his gifts are always something you have mentioned wanting in the past; even if you've only mentioned it once. Whether an article of clothing, a book, or whatever; you're touched that Asa really listens to you and keeps in mind every little thing you say.

After a nice breakfast that you two cook together, Asa will take you on a scenic walk through the beautiful winter wonderland, hand in hand. You two spend the walk pointing out Christmas decoration to each other, debating whether each is cute or tacky. If you start to shiver, don't worry, Asa is already taking his scarf off and wrapping it around your neck before suggesting that you two head back home for some more hot chocolate and Christmas movies. It's a soft and domestic Christmas, and your heart couldn't feel fuller.

Holidays can be... difficult for Asa. It was the time of the year one is supposed to spend with family, and the season always provided a reminder that he no longer had a family to speak of. But now that he has you, the day didn't leave such a bitter taste in his mouth. His heart no longer felt so heavy, surrounded by everyone's cheer and joy. Instead, he found that you sparked that same happiness in his heart that everyone else feels during Christmas. You're the best present he could ever wish for.

Jason

Jason wakes up to you humming a Christmas carol while making breakfast. The sight warms his heart, you're obviously in a good mood today. That's when he notices that it's snowing outside, and he suddenly remembers what day it is.

Jason hasn't celebrated Christmas since he was a child, and every year around the holiday season his heart does grow a little heavy at the realization of just how alone he is... But he's not alone anymore! He has you! He couldn't be happier to celebrate Christmas again, and he's even happier that it gets to be with the person he loves more than anything in the world.

When you notice he's awake, you're face lights up even more, "Merry Christmas, Jason!" You yell excitedly, pulling him into a hug that he gladly accepts. He loves seeing you so happy; it makes him happy too!

After you eat, you both sit down on the couch to exchange presents. Jason goes first, handing you a little wooden heart with your initials carved into it. You see that it also has a little hole at the top with a loop of rope through it.

You gasp, "Jason, you made me a Christmas tree ornament!" He nods, secretly worried about whether or not you'd like it. That worry is quickly calmed when you practically tackle him in a hug. "I love it Jason; thank you." You whisper before pulling away to stand up and walk to the large tree Jason had cut down and brought inside a few weeks prior.

It didn't have many ornaments, just a few that you and Jason made yourself with whatever you could find in the woods or at the camp. You hang your ornament in the center of the tree, before stepping back to assess it's placement. You nod approvingly, going back to sit down and give Jason his present.

"It's not too much... but I hope you like it regardless." You tell him as you hand him his gift. It takes him a second to register what it was, but when he does, his heart leaps at the sight. His childhood stuffed animal... You had patched it up for him. While before it had multiple gashes spilling cotton and a missing eye, it now looked like new. It was one of the only things Jason had to remind him of his childhood, of happier days, of his mother. You knew how much it meant to him, so you had secretly been scavenging clothing scraps and buttons off of dead campers in hopes of fixing it up for him.

You can't read Jason's expression behind the mask, and his stillness has you nervous. "Do you... like it?" You ask hesitantly. Jason snaps out of his reminiscing, nodding his head enthusiastically. He gently strokes the toy's face before hugging it close to his chest. That's when you notice his shoulders shaking, and you know he's silently crying underneath his mask.

"Aw, Jason, come here." You lean over, wrapping your arms around him and rubbing his back. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close and nuzzling his masked face into your neck. He's so overwhelmed with love and appreciation for you. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for him, and he could never express how thankful he is.

When Jason is cried out and you two have cuddled on the couch some more, you suggest going outside to build snowmen. After bundling up, you're walking through the front door, Jason right behind you, when you stop and look up. Jason follows your gaze, and notices a green plant hanging in the doorway. When he looks back down at you, you're smirking mischievously at him, "What do you know, Jason? It looks like someone hung some mistletoe. You know what that means." Jason is blushing furiously but still lifts his mask before leaning down to meet you in a soft kiss.

"I love you, Jason. Merry Christmas." You whisper against his lips. He leans back in to give you another peck, and you know what he means when he does it. 'I love you too. Merry Christmas.'

Michael

Michael is not a morning person. Which is why he is very annoyed to be woken up far too early in the morning by you shaking his shoulder and excitedly bouncing on your knees.

"Michael, wake up! It's Christmas!" You giggle cheerily. Michael turns his head, shooting a glare at you before turning back over and pulling the covers up around him. "Aw, come on Mikey! Where's your Christmas spirit?" You whine. Michael rolls his eyes; he didn't get the hype around Christmas. What's so great about gaudy decorations, corny songs, and freezing cold temperatures?

He hears you sigh and feels you shift on the bed as you stand, "Well, I'm gonna be in the living room, feel free to join me whenever you decide to stop being a Grinch." Finally, he can get some rest...

It's barely fifteen minutes later before he accepts the fact that he's not going to be able to fall back asleep, and irritably gets out of bed. He enters the living room to find you lounging on the couch, a mug of hot chocolate in your hands. "Michael!" You greet him, "It's about time! I was about to go in there and start shaking you again!" Michael sighs as he goes to sit on the couch with you, taking your mug from your hands and stealing a drink. "Hey, get your own!" You laugh at him, playfully nudging his shoulder.

After going to the kitchen to make yourself a new hot chocolate (as your previous one has been stolen by Michael), you return with a small rectangular package, wrapped in shiny red paper. You drop it on Michael's lap, and when he simply looks up at you, you laugh, "Open it, silly. It's your present." Michael huffs, placing the mug down on the coffee table. He didn't ask for anything, he didn't need anything; so what's the point in getting him something?

He opens the box to find a folded pair of dark blue coveralls, identical to the one he always wears when he goes out to kill. You smile at him as he tilts his head to the side, "I know you're not vert materialistic, or very sentimental, so it was kind of difficult to think of something to get you. Thus, I went for a more practical approach. Now you won't have to wash that same pair of coveralls every time you come home."

Eventually, Michael looks up from examining the gift, and gives you a thumbs up. He approves. You're smile widens as you lean over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm glad you like it." When you pull back, Michael stands, leaving the room for a minute before returning back with something in his hand. You gasp in surprise when you see it; a beautiful heart-shaped silver necklace with diamonds inlaid in it.

"Michael, it's beautiful!" You remark. He had seen it on a victim a couple months ago, and thought you might like it. He was originally going to just give it to you, but when he remembered Christmas was approaching he opted instead to wait and give it to you then. He figured you would probably end up getting you something, and he didn't want to risk upsetting you by not giving you something in return.

After Michael puts the piece of jewelry on you, you run to a mirror to look at your reflection. "Oh, Michael, I love it! Thank you!" You jump up to wrap your arms around him. He only tenses slightly before resting his hands on your hips. You immediately had assumed that Michael must have stolen the necklace from a victim, and while that was... slightly disturbing, it still touched you that Michael had thought of you. It was sweet in Michael's own way.

You step back from the hug but keep your hands rested on his chest, "Hey, I'm going to make some cookies; wanna help?" Michael nodded his head once; his version of 'helping' was watching you bake and eating cookie dough when you weren't looking. You beamed up at him before taking his hand in yours and leading him to the kitchen.

Michael hadn't had many normal Christmases. He was too young to remember a Christmas he hadn't spent at Smith's Grove, and so the holiday had always been meaningless to him. But watching you dance around as you mixed cookie dough, your new necklace sparking in the light and a bright smile on your face, he thinks that maybe he could learn to like the holiday... Just a little.

#asa emory x reader #asa emory x you #the collector x reader #the collector x you #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher x you #idk why jason and michaels parts got so long afgkasadfkj #Anonymous

[redrisingsun]

Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

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A Very Colin Christmas - Colin Shea x reader

Ch. 5 - All I Want For Christmas...

a/n - hey lovely people!! merry christmas to all who celebrate it, and i hope everyone had / is having a wonderful day. sorry this is a little later than i usually post, but hey - it’s still today:) Enjoy!<3

ch.1  ch.2  ch.3  ch.4

Summary: You have something you need to tell Colin, but you don’t really know how he’d react...

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: curse words i think, innuendos

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"Merry Christmas guys! Goodnight!" you said as you grabbed your jacket.

"I'll escort you downstairs," Colin hastily got up as well and followed you outside.

"What's up?" you asked him as you unlocked the door to your apartment as quietly as you could.

"Are you alright?" he asked you, and you mentioned for him to be quiet before ushering him into your apartment.

"I'm fine," you shrugged. "Is that all? Because you should probably go back to –"

"Are you sure?" he looked into your eyes as if looking for something. "Because you were acting a little weird this evening, and I just wanna make sure it's not because I crossed any boundaries or the kiss yesterday or whatever…" he trailed off, looking at you expectantly.

"No, you uh, you didn't cross any boundaries or whatever. If you hadn't kissed me it would've seemed weird and blown our cover," you chuckled nervously.

"Then what aren't you telling me?" he insisted.

"Nothing you'd wanna hear," you mumble, and then, louder, add, "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"I do wanna hear," he put his arm on your shoulder. "I know you're just my pretend girlfriend, but –"

Your chuckle cut him off. "See, it's all pretend, so you can go back to your family now."

"Are you regretting this? Is that what this is about? Is my family too much or something?"

"No, Colin, you're too much," you shrug helplessly and step away from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he frowned, his hand falling to his side.

"It means pretending to be your girlfriend sucks for me," you lamented, "because if I didn’t wanna just pretend, you'd never want that."

"Do you? Want it to be more than just pretend?" he asked, his jaw clenching.

You just stared into his eyes and sighed, your eyes nearly filling with tears as you shrugged in defeat and nodded slightly.

"Tell them I can't come tomorrow. That a work thing popped up. Sorry," you said after a moment, looking away from him and at the floor.

Wordlessly, he left your apartment, closing the door behind him. A tear escaped your eye, but you wiped it away and let out a ragged breath. Now that he knows, he's not going to talk to you ever again. But it's whatever, right? It's not like you actually broke up with your boyfriend.

It was all just pretend.

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The next day, you didn't leave your apartment in fear of running into any of them. Instead, you stayed in, watching Christmas movies and munching on snacks. That was, after all, your original plan.

In the afternoon, you heard a bunch of voices coming from the hall. You couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but you did hear one 'goodbye', which told you they were finally going away. Not that them going away would change your predicament, but still, it was a comfort knowing you could now step out of your apartment if you wanted to.

Right now though, that was the last thing you wanted to do. You waited out the entire day in your apartment, wallowing in self pity. You could afford one day.

The next morning, you were up early, thinking there wasn't a chance of you running into anyone on your way to the mall. You had the day off of work, and you were planning on spending it doing some… consumerism therapy.

But as you were locking the door behind you, you heard the sound of the door on the other side of the hall opening. For a split second, you thought about pretending you were actually coming back and just getting into your apartment, but it was too late as you heard Colin call your name.

"Good morning," he said. You turned around to find him half naked, with only his pants on, and god you did not want to have this conversation like that.

"Hi," you answered, averting your gaze to the contents of your bag, pretending to rummage around in it. You started walking towards the stairs, and you were just about to walk down when –

"Can we talk? Please?" Colin asked.

"We just did," you feigned an innocent smile, but before you could take another step down he stepped forward and grabbed your wrist. You turned around sharply but the words got stuck in your throat once you saw how close to you he was, looking up at his sincere blue eyes.

"Please? I have coffee inside if you want some."

You could just walk away. It's not like you owed him anything. But… you did owe it to yourself. Some sort of closure would be nice, and also, you can't possibly avoid your closest neighbor for the rest of your stay in this apartment and you can't really buy another one.

"I would like some coffee," you shrugged and followed him back into his apartment.

The Christmas decorations were still up, but you didn't have much Christmas spirit in you as you sat down in front of Colin, blowing on your mug a little before taking a sip.

"So?" you simply asked, raising your eyes to meet his.

"So…" he chuckled nervously, "I guess I just wanted to talk to you about the other day. I know my family kind of freaked your out and I'm sorry."

"Yeah, um, it's fine," you answered airily. "Anything else?"

"I mean, there was the matter of, well," he scratched the back of his neck, "us?"

"What about 'us'?" you chuckled.

"You know, just that, what you said wh-"

"Look, I'm sorry. We don't have to bring it up. We're just neighbors. I did you a favor. It's alright, really."

"But what if I do want to bring it up?"

You clenched your jaw, ready to retaliate but then he spoke up again, "I mean, this weekend… look, I love my family, but I rarely like them. Having you here made it bearable. And well," he looked down, "it made me realize I do want a girlfriend. Or something. And uh, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have dinner sometimes. With me." He flashed you a quick smile that faded as he anxiously awaited your response.

"The fact that you want a girlfriend is nice for you. But I don't… I don't know if… Colin, I don't want someone who will walk out on me every time things get serious, or emotional," you took a breath, "and you did."

"I only walked out because I didn't know what I wanted. It seemed like the right thing to do. But now I do know." He grabbed your hand in his and this time, you didn't pull away. That seemed to give him courage as he continued. "I want you. And I can't absolutely promise you that I will do grand romantic things, or talk about my feelings for you every day, but that doesn't mean they're not there. I don't think I'm a great boyfriend, mostly because I haven't been one in years, but I can promise to try," he smiled hesitantly.

You smiled back at him. "I don't need grand romantic things. If we do this, I just need you to want it as much as I do," you said, sincere.

"I probably want this more than you do," he winked, and you snorted. "So, what do you say, dinner?" he asked.

"Yeah, dinner. But be ready to have actual conversation. I don't put out on the first date," you smirked.

"Oh, I'm not worried. Because when you do, it's gonna be so," he leaned closer, his voice dropping down an octave, "so worth it," he smirked.

You raised your eyebrow at him, "Alright. I'm gonna go, but I'll see you tonight?"

"I'll pick you up at eight," he smiled and you chuckled. You just got up and you were ready to leave, when –

"Look up," Colin, who came to stand next to you suddenly said.

You did, to find the mistletoe, still intact. Before you could say anything, Colin crashed his lips on yours, and this time you readily leaned into his toned body, which now you remembered was still shirtless, and you gasped slightly at the impact of his lean body meeting yours. His tongue slipped past your lips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. When you broke apart, he brought his hand up to caress your cheek with his thumb.

"One for the road," he whispered, and you couldn't contain your giggle.

"See you," you licked your swollen lips and went outside.

You didn't what was going to happen. Sure, your and Colin's story had what some would call a rocky beginning, and you didn't know anything about the end. But there was one thing you were sure of – Colin Shea looks fucking hot with his shirt off.

But for real, his little speech gave you a very good feeling. See, you know what Colin Shea looks like when he flirts with his one-night-stands, and this?

This was different. Better. And you couldn't wait to have that with him.

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that’s it for this series! i’d really love to hear your thoughts!! as for what comes next, i wanted to participate in a bunch of holiday challenges but december is nearly over and i have a very busy week in front of me so i don’t know if i’d make it in time:( but i don’t think this is the last time you’ll hear from me (my writing, anyways) before the new year<3

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