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fromcenotaphy · 3 years

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Rest Ye Merry - a christmas bunkerfic

Rest Ye Merry

It's the most wonderful time of the year and given that they've somehow managed to beat God, rescue an angel from a void dimension, AND keep the world from utter ruin one more (hopefully last) time, Dean thinks they've earned an all-out Christmas. String lights and mistletoe and cookies and presents, all of it.

A Christmas in the Bunker fic. Takes place post season-15; canon divergent after 15.18 "Despair".

5.3k words; Dean/Cas and Sam/Eileen

based on this tfw 2.0 christmas post I wrote

Dean has been baking for what feels like 24 goddamn hours, as he expresses to Cas between enthusiastic kisses, and he deserves, he deserves, to eat the last scrapings of the cookie dough if he goddamn well pleases.

“Dean,” Cas burrs, the sound vibrating up through the corner Dean’s jaw due to Cas currently being occupied exploring that general angle with his mouth. “I’ve been reading about salmonella, and it’s very serious—I think you should really be careful about it.”

“Cas, I’ve been human for a lot longer than you have,” Dean tells him, arching his back midway through the rebuttal as Cas does something exceedingly clever with his hand. “I think...ah, I think I know how to not die of food poisoning.”

“Disrespectful,” Cas breathes, nipping roughly at his jaw. “Fortunately for you, my current priority is distracting you enough to get the health hazard out of your hands. Which I’ve just done.”

(Which is how Dean ends up chasing Cas around the kitchen, hurling handfuls of flour at him and trying to grab the cookie dough bowl back before Cas can get it to the sink.)

In the library, Eileen and Sam have about 6 gallons of popcorn overflowing out of all of Dean’s good serving bowls and they are stringing it together on yards and yards of thread, signing at each other and snickering between kernels. The floor is a mess of tiny popcorn fragments, because Dean apparently lives with friggin' animals.

Cas, as it turns out, has bought everyone socks. He makes a circuit of the room, handing out lumpy hosiery with giant balls of knitted footwear shoved into the toes.

“Stockings of stockings,” he explains, looking disgustingly pleased with himself. “It’s wordplay.”

“Oh, I know about stockings,” says Jack happily. “It’s a Christmas tradition.”

“After the stockings,” Cas says, taking the seat next to Dean’s, “there’s usually a fawn that gets slaughtered—I don’t think Dean and Sam partake in that bit, which is good because I don’t think we could find a fawn willing.”

“Nobody partakes in that bit, Cas,” says Sam, scandalized.

“Hmm?” says Cas. He looks at them, squints a little in thought. “Oh, that may have been the Picts. Sorry, the traditions get adapted so fast.”

“Don’t ever change, pal,” Dean says to him. He concentrates diligently on untangling his stocking of stockings. If he doesn’t concentrate he’s going to reach for Cas again, because he’s had three peppermint beers—alright, that overpriced holiday craft shit Sammy picked up is pretty good—and Cas looks endearing as hell right now. (There’s a smudge of brown sugar on Cas’s temple and god help him, he wants to lick it off right here in front of everyone.)

“Oh, these are going to go great with the Christmas sweaters,” Sam crows, holding up his socks, which are emblazoned with tiny snowmen.

“You didn’t,” says Dean in horror. His socks have tiny slices of pie on them, which is objectively awesome.

“I did, and everybody is wearing them for dinner. Yours has some very beautiful felted poinsettias on it.”

“We’ll see who’s laughing when you have to try on the Christmas clown pajamas I got you,” says Dean, which shuts Sam up pretty quick. He points at the sheaf of mistletoe they picked up from the florist that morning. “Where do we want this?”

“Doorway,” Eileen chimes. She cracks open a second beer and points with the bottle. “Right there.”

Dean tosses the branch to Sam. “All yours, you giraffe.”

Cas watches Sam standing on his tiptoes to affix the mistletoe. “That’s not for summoning the old gods of devastation to our hearth, I’m assuming.”

“Dude, no,” says Dean. He picks up a stray scrap of the mistletoe from the floor and glances over in time to catch Cas’s smirk. “Oh. You’re joking.”

“Yes, Dean.”

“Ass,” says Dean. He tucks the mistletoe behind Cas’s ear.

Cas smiles at him. “I learned from the best.” His expression is so achingly fond that Dean has to drop his eyes. He tangles his fingers in Cas’s, under the table.

“Cas, what is this?” says Eileen, sorting through the beginnings of the gift pile at the other end of the table. She picks up a glossy atrocity that looks more as though someone crumpled up an entire roll of gift wrap versus anything that actually contains a present.

Cas looks aggrieved. “You can’t see the object inside,” he says. “Isn’t that the only stipulation?”

Dean raises his eyebrows at Cas—he thinks that might be the gift he and Sam had picked out for Jack, actually, and Cas was supposed to wrap it, not embed it in a square yard of scrunched-up laminate.

(They’d driven to the general store in Lebanon two days ago, Dean handling Baby carefully around the snow-dusted curves. Caitlin had waved to them from outside the diner, on her way in for the afternoon shift. A handful of kids he didn’t even recognize had called out a holiday greeting from the sidewalk as they drove past, and damn, Dean still can’t get used to people around town knowing who he is, even if it’s under a fake name.

“What the hell do we get him,” he’d muttered to Sam as they stood in the toy aisle. “This one says...ages eight and up. Is he older or younger than eight?”

“Let’s just...get him some candy,” Sam had said, and they’d picked out the largest sampler box they could find.)

Eileen blows a strand of hair out of her face and pokes at Cas’s wrapping paper disgrace. “I need to show you how to make an accordion fold,” she laughs, hands flitting demonstratively through the air. Her phone chimes, interrupting her. “Oh—the tree’s ready for us to pick up, Sam.”

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madmilkboi · 3 years

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⌕ 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: the perfect christmas

ִֶָ ◠ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: y/n gets to spend christmas with kuroo (im bad at descriptions okay)

ִֶָ ◠ 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

ִֶָ ◠ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: none

a/n:i was in a rush while writing this and i accidentally posted it while editing 😬👍🏽hakshs anyways merry christmas!

₍ ♡ ₎ post-timeskip!kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

"My idea of a perfect christmas is to spend it with you~"

You sang while fishing the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the oven.

Tetsurou called you yesterday and happily told you that he's going to spend Christmas with you. So you immediately went to the grocery despite the annual Christmas rush and bought food and ingredients that you've turned into a feast for two.

While waiting for him, you were quietly flipping through an album filled with pictures of you and him. Your lips curved into a small smile, last year you and him couldn't even celebrate the holiday because of his work and now here you are waiting for him to come home.

You did lots of stuff to pass the time; singing, dancing, eating and watching the local shows that were shown on the television. Still the time went slower the more you looked at the wall clock.

You sighed wishing it was 6'oclock, so that you could cuddle near the fireplace with him while drinking hot chocolate.

— 5:55 pm —

You were pacing back and forth, going in and out of the kitchen checking if the food was still warm and blasting every Christmas song on your speaker.

As you were doing various activities, your phone rang, violently vibrating on the wooden table.

You picked it up and your eyes lit up in joy seeing the caller ID, it was him.

"Darling?" He called

"Yes?" You answered, a wide smile plastered on your face.

"Can you wait a little longer? I need to finish this one file then I'm all yours" he announced.

"Sure, I'll wait for you" though your voice never really changed but the way you spoke made Kuroo wish that he didn't have extra work to do.

"Thank you darling, i love you" he ended the call.

And now you were left with nothing to do, just more minutes or hours even of waiting and waiting. You silently lamented on the couch, scrolling through your phone and humming Christmas songs.

You groaned while looking at the time. "Slowpoke" you muttered. You grabbed a nearby blanket and placed the throw pillow under your head. You came to the conclusion that the best way to pass the time was to sleep.

Thoughts of you and Tetsurou having fun and cuddling near the Christmas tree clouded your mind, each scenario perfectly planned out by your brain. Slowly, your eyes started to feel heavy. The sound from the crackling of burnt wood from the fireplace and low tune of christmas songs playing from the television was enough to make you fall asleep.

—

"Wake up, darling" he lightly tapped your cheek, not wanting to wake up, you ignored him and continued with your mildly weird dreams.

"So are you going to sleep or spend Christmas with me?" He laughed at his words. His loud laugh made you wake up from your sleeping state. You shoot him a glare, irritated that your slumber was disturbed but soon irritation then turned into love and longing. You wrapped your arms around his waist, clinging unto him like a baby koala clinging to its mother.

"You miss me that much?" He chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You nodded and let out a muffled giggle.

He guided you to the dining table, arms still clinging unto him. You sat at the table and smiled. "Did you just get here?" You asked while removing the plates that you used to cover the food. "Yeah" he answered, he passed you the plate and sat in front of you.

The both of you told each other how your day went, fits of laughter and the clinking and clanking of your spoons and forks occupied the kitchen. The both of you ate till your stomachs were full.

—

While washing the plates, he was upstairs changing his clothes. He immediately went down after.

His hand was carrying a small box, a gift that he really wanted to give you this year. He peaked at the living room and saw that you weren't there only the T.V. playing a loop of Christmas songs.

He walked to the kitchen and smiled, seeing the you were done.

"Hi,i have a gift" he told you.

how impatient you thought.

"Can't you wait until 12?" He shooked his head and held your hand, dragging you back to the living room.

"Merry Christmas" he passed you a small box. You let out a soft sigh and grabbed your present for him; also in a small yet rectangular box.

"Merry Christmas!" You cheered, handing him the gift. You ripped open the gift wrap and looked at the jewelry box. You opened it and saw that it was a silver necklace with a diamond pendant latching on to it.

You glanced at him and saw that he was smiling while looking at you. "How did you know that i wanted this watch?" He asked, lightly touching it. "Santa told me" you giggled.He chuckled and pointed at the necklace.

"May i?" He asked, you gave it to him and turned around. He was smiling like a kid while putting on your necklace.

"There" he muttered, you faced him and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Thank you" you were then bombarded with a big hug.

The two of you spent the night laughing, dancing, singing and eating. Yousmiled to yourself and thanked the heavens for letting him spend Christmas with you.

Let's just say that it was the perfect christmas.

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modecaisnow · 4 years

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Fitness Roommates

**This story contains topics suitable for 18 YEARS OR OLDER! Read at your own digression. This story contains themes of realistic(ish) weight gain (ie. 150 pounds – 800), mentions of challenges being overweight. This story is 3360 words, and 6 pages long, was gonna be part 1+2. This was a story I had saved for a bit. ENJOY!**

[This story follows Tyler and Zach, a dynamic duo of health and fitness. Zach, a bodybuilder with all the know how of exercise, and Tyler, a healthy and fit nutritionist, have teamed up and opened a business together. However, their business has gotten slow and not as many people are getting memberships anymore. As a marketing experiment, Tyler agrees to pack on some weight with the ultimate plan to lose it all following their dieting and exercise plan. But, it turns out gaining weight is a little more enjoyable than Tyler expected.]

Zach and Tyler have been friends for years. They first met in their freshman year of college, and Zach and Tyler were both fitness buffs. Their bodies were toned with dense muscles, but Zach was much larger. Zachary studied Athletic Training and Tyler studied Nutrition over the years. After 4 years of college, they decided to open a gym together and become business partners. Zach would help train people and show them how to exercise, and Tyler would teach them about nutrition. However, a couple of years later things have changed. Zach walked into the living room of their apartment. His face was akin to a greek god – high cheekbones, square jawline, and a strong nose. He was a tall, tan-skinned, with a body covered in rippling muscles. From his thick neck and massive traps to his softball-sized calves, which everyone used to tease him and call them ‘steers’, Zach was the personified ideal of fitness. His broad shoulders and flared out lats created the classic ‘V’ shape all bodybuilders aspired to get. His arms were absolutely massive, with cannonball-sized biceps, horseshoe triceps, and forearms that were as large as a normal man’s biceps. Zach’s torso and legs were just as impressive. His barrel chest must’ve been 60 inches and was covered in brown hairs. Beneath his meaty pillows that were his pecs was a wall of abs that looked like bricks. A dark trail of hairs led down his carved abs and into his boxers, which were being stretched from both ends. Zach was blessed with large junk in the front and a lot of junk in the trunk. His bubble butt was made of pure steel and bounced along everywhere he walked. Further down were two thick quads with equally powerful hamstrings. Bellow the knees were the most well defined and muscular looking calves anyone has ever seen. Tyler, on the other hand, was not nearly as much of a ‘greek god’ as Zach. He was very toned, but also on the skinny side. His face was square with a pointed chin and a sloped nose. His hair was cut short, and he didn’t have much facial hair. Being a nutritionist, he knew all the ins and outs of healthy eating and dieting. He was part of the reason why Zach looks the way he looks. He kept Zach on his meal plan. Tyler has helped countless gym-goers reach their goals faster and easier with the help of his dieting plans. Tyler looked up at Zach. He stood in his boxers in front of the TV, blocking his view of it. Zach crossed his arms, causing his large slabs of chest meat to squeeze together. Tyler grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. “Is everything okay, man?” Tyler asked. “We have to talk about business.” “What’s up?” “It’s been slow recently-“ “-Yeah-“ “-and I have an idea,” Zach sat down on the brown, cloth couch next to Tyler. Zach widened his eyes and tried to look innocent. “Well, …what’s the idea?” “Well, bro, what if we have an experiment where one of us puts on some weight, and then we both work together to try and get that person back to a healthy weight?” “That might be good, but it might take too long. We need people to join now, not after months of gaining and months of losing weight.” “Well, with our expertise, we’ll be able to lose the weight pretty quickly,” Zach snickered. “Also, I’m sure you know of some quick weight gain techniques.” “I mean…I guess,” We both sat there quietly for a moment. Zach continued to stare deeply into Tyler's eyes. “So…do you want me to put on the weight?” Tyler hesitantly ask. “…Do you mind?” “I mean…I guess…” Zach jumped up. His face brightened up and he fist pumped into the air. The two immediately started to plan out how this would work, and Tyler got to work researching foods and gaining techniques. He started planning out a grocery list filled with unhealthy fats, carbs, protein, sugars, as well as a plan for minimal movement for himself. Zach started to create exercise plans so when Tyler finishes putting on the weight they’ll be all set to take off the pounds. Before starting it all, Tyler stepped up on the scale to take the initial weight. He was 154 pounds. At first, gaining was an awkward feeling. Tyler’s flat abs slowly started to look more and more like a gut. He was continuously shoveling food into his mouth, even while at work. It made it difficult to work with new patients, given that their nutritionist was eating junk food, and had a little bit of a belly while trying to give tips on staying healthy. After explaining the experiment to every single patient, they all seemed to understand. After the first week of constant binging, eating even while Tyler was stuffed in order to expand his tank of a gut, he had managed to pack on 15 pounds. His flat wall of abs had officially become a rounded, flabby belly. When he sat down, it would flop over the waistband of his pants. Tyler’s hips were stretching his pants to their max. The waistband would dig into his hips, and his thighs actually ripped the seams of one of his favorite pair of pants. And still, Tyler continued to gain weight. He added more meals into his daily diet and doubled the serving sizes. Tyler added two snacks between meals, as well as a “weight gain” shake between snacking. All this food, along with his restricted movement, helped him gain weight exponentially. Tyler’s face was looking rounder and fuller. His arms were softer and would stretch the sleeves of his tightening shirts. The once toned chest started to sag down over his belly, which was spilling down lower and lower towards his crotch. Even his pubic area was softer – a layer of fat was forming and starting to creep towards his junk. Everything about Tyler was getting flabbier. This continued for weeks. Tyler had to expand his entire wardrobe. One day, when he went to sit down, his shorts gave in and ripped all the way down his ass cheeks. From that day on, Tyler only wore stretchy pants – no more khakis, or dress pants, just the stretchy kind. His shirts also went from XL to XXL, and then just as quickly to XXXL. Tyler was officially 330 pounds. His chest continued to sag lower and lower as his belly continued to get larger and larger. Tyler had patients who were as large and some who were much, much larger, and they used to tell him what it was like to be big. However, now he lived it. The sagging breasts slid and rolled over his belly, which seemed to weigh him down. As Tyler walked, he needed to lean back a little bit so his substantial belly wouldn’t pull him down to the ground. Even sitting in chairs, which now had to not have armrests so his hips could fit, he needed to slouch and lean back so his belly could spill over his lap. It was quite the feeling. After a while, Tyler started to like it. It felt nice to be big, but he didn’t feel big enough yet. Zach asked him if he was ready to start their little experiment. Tyler told him that he wasn’t ready, and Tyler asked for a couple more weeks – business picked up anyway since it was about a month away from New Years. Tyler continued shoveling fattening treats into his mouth. Serving sizes became even larger, he went from 6 meals a day to 9, and he started doubling the size of the gainer shakes. This was to help break out of his weight plateau. His arms started to feel even heavier, and Tyler’s thighs always brushed against each other. His feet also started to get fatter, to the point where he needed to purchase ‘wide-fit’ shoes. At night, he would slouch on the sofa, which started to feel slightly smaller, and he would balance a 60ounce cup of soda on the crest of his soft belly, and slurp it down. All while lazily watching whatever was on TV. After chugging the entire soda, Tyler would rub his belly to help with all the bubbles. His blubber was warm and malleable. He could no longer see his belly button, or feet as a matter of fact, but Tyler could still poke a finger in the deepening cave that was his belly button. When he waddled onto the scale, it showed he was about 423 pounds. Eating only got easier and easier as the holidays came. Zach and Tyler usually went their separate ways to see their respective families, since Zach’s are out west, and Tyler’s are up north, but this season they had decided to just relax and focus on the experiment. Tyler continued to bloat up and shovel food into his face, and now that holiday cookies were out and on sale, he made it his goal to eat at least 3 boxes of cookies a day. Zach would tease him and say that Tyler surpassed ‘Santa-size,’ and Tyler laughed along with him. Deep down, he was excited to see how far he could push this. Tyler’s neck had officially disappeared into the fat on his shoulders and chins after a couple days of gorging. Actually, his chins were now flopping onto the crest of his flabby chest. Tyler’s moobs hung down, almost as far down as his elbows – not quite, but close. His fat arms started to feel very heavy. Despite always being hungry, after hours of grabbing for food, it started to feel like an arm workout. When sitting down, he would have to spread his legs far apart to give his substantial belly room to flop down. On the topic of his belly, a fold had started to form above his belly button, creating the double-belly look. Tyler’s belly was getting hard to contain in shirts, so instead, he started to get even larger pants to pull the waistband over it. Speaking of, Tyler’s pant sizes went up a lot faster than his shirt sizes did. He needed extra stretchy, 6XL pants in order to try to contain his growing belly. The fat over his junk also grew, making it hard to reach down there, as well as use the bathroom. However, he figured out how to manage in both areas. Tyler started to just sit on the toilet when he needed to pee, and just reach around and push his fat pad down towards the toilet bowl. Tyler also started to sleep on his side at night, it was much more comfortable, and whenever he’d need to shift his belly, Tyler could just dig a finger in his belly button like a hook, and shift it manually. After the holidays went, Tyler stepped on the scale for the first time in a few weeks. He was officially 546 pounds. Zach was proud and impressed. He asked Tyler when he would want to start buying healthy foods and start training. Tyler told him to instead buy a larger scale. Zach looked a little concerned at first, but Tyler explained that in order for them to make a bigger impact, they would need a bigger test subject. Zach eventually agreed and continued to go along with everything. He even did buy a larger scale, one that went up to 850 pounds. At this point, food became really expensive for them to afford on their own. In order to eat a meal every hour, on the hour, the two needed to dip into their company’s profit. It would be fine since it would all work out in the end. Thanks to their excellent accounting skills, Tyler was able to eat as much as he wanted, when he wanted. Tyler truly blew up in size after this. Walking became really difficult…well, if you can call it walking. It was more like a waddle. Tyler mostly spent time sitting on the couch, eating, watching TV, with the occasional trip to the fridge, or to the front door to great the delivery boy. After a while, Zach mentioned it would be best that he didn’t walk too far, so he moved the fridge into the living room, and anything else that was needed, he would get for Tyler. Tyler rarely went to the gym anymore to meet patients in person. Instead, Zach set up an online messaging system for him to reach out to their “premium” customers. That way they wouldn’t be able to be turned off by what a huge blob of lard Tyler was becoming. His ass cheeks started to take up a considerable amount of space not only on the poor little couch but in his bed as well. Tyler was just about as wide as his full-sized mattress, so Zach thought it was best to buy him a larger one. Zach was about to buy a larger sofa too but figured that he didn’t need to since he never really sat on it. Zach was rarely in the living room anyway, unless it was to drop off Tyler’s next heap of food. He was always working or working out. Shirts and pants both struggled to contain all of Tyler. Folds and rolls of flab started to ripple and slide over one another as he walked, hiccupped, or burped. His breasts had become so large that a pillow of flab had connected his moobs to the wings of back flab. This gave Tyler’s arms more support, which made it less work to shovel food into his fattening face since all he needed to do was just bend his elbow. Tyler’s cheeks were very fat and flopped down his face and onto his shoulder flab. Sweat almost constantly dripped down from his brow, and he was almost always out of breath. When Tyler finally stepped on the scale, he was up to 623 pounds. He still shoved on…well, he still shoveled more food in. At this rate, he was just eating one large, nonstop buffet of food a day. Tyler was always ordering pizzas, Chinese takeout, donuts, and delivery from every fast food joint in a 10-mile radius using those new food delivery apps on his phone. Tyler continued to gorge, slurp, and chomp down food for a few more weeks. As it got closer to the end of January, he had officially changed his wardrobe to 12XL shirts, and God only knows how many X’s for his XL sweat pant shorts. It was interesting to wear them because, with each day he grew fatter and fatter, one could see the ends of the drawstrings slowly disappear, as they were pulled deeper into the expanding stretchy waistband. As Tyler’s stomach grew so did his fupa. It became impossible for him to reach even close to his fat pad anymore. Whenever Tyler used the bathroom, it came to the point where he would have to just sit and pray that it went in. His old technique of digging into that deep belly button to shift his mound of a gut had officially been rendered impossible. Tyler couldn’t reach down that far anymore. Tyler sat on the ever-shrinking couch, with his ass cheeks spilling outward on both sides and behind him by a foot, and shoved more food into his deep mouth. His moobs had officially started to hang lower than his elbows, which were now a series of folds of flab. Tyler’s arms were incredibly flabby and even when he raised them over his head, some of the fat would still be weighing down against his torso. That massive belly of his hung down, past his knees as he leaned back. Tyler’s fat feet didn’t fit in normal shoes anymore, and Zach had to measure them to get custom made ones. Tyler was a mound of flab, and he loved every soft, wobbly inch of it. When Zach finally brought the large scale into the living room, Tyler placed his feet down and rose up off the couch. He was officially 710 pounds, and he was not quite done yet though. Tyler had one more goal he wanted to reach– to officially take up all the space on the couch. Zach, after trying to convince him that enough was enough, finally caved in and agreed to help Tyler gain even more weight. To do so, Zach raised the price of their gym membership. He told people it was for “marketing purposes,” and most people thought it was a good idea. Little did they know, it was to stuff Tyler’s fat face with food. It only took a couple weeks before he met that goal. It was hard to increase the frequency of Tyler’s feedings, so instead, he increased the amount he stuffed in at one time. Since his cheeks had bloated up, Tyler found there was more room in his mouth to hold food. As a result, he ate multiple pizza slices at once, instead of one at a time. He also would dump food in by the containers. This included containers of french fries, chicken nuggets, candy, Twinkies, devil dogs, breadsticks, bowls of pasta, you name it – Tyler just dumped it in. It must’ve been the sight to see. His downstairs neighbors hated it though. They had started to leave complaints about an “elephant” walking around, making their ceiling rattle. Tyler used that as more fuel to his fire. He continued to stomp around his apartment like the whale of a man he was, in order to get to his next source of food. The ground would groan and the couch would creak with every little shift of motion. Tyler’s folds and rolls of flab rippled and jiggled as he chewed, burped, hiccupped, scratched, pretty much any type of movement caused him to undulate like a waterbed. Tyler’s arms were extremely heavy and tremendously difficult to move. However, his insatiable desire to eat and feast gave him all the strength Tyler needed. As his hips started to finally touch the armrests of the couch, he called out for Zach. Zach was thrilled. Not only for Tyler, but also for the publicity this would get the two of them and their business. Tyler couldn’t help but smile and think about how much larger he could get. To celebrate, Zach went all out and hired caterers for the evening. That night, Tyler went all in on the food. The caterers pulled in carts, and tables of food, and set them up all around Tyler. They all circled around him, and he would eat from whichever one was in front of his fat mountain range of a body. As Tyler finished off one table, they wheeled the emptied table away, and immediately wheeled in the next one. He just ate and ate and ate all evening, until there was absolutely nothing left. Tyler probably could’ve eaten a little bit more, but his arms were incredibly tired. As the caterers all funneled out of their place, Tyler’s stomach gurgled and growled for more. He rubbed and pat his fat sides with his hands sending tiny ripples reverberating through his gelatinous form. Tyler leaned forward and moaned as he felt his heavy love handles slide against the armrests of the couch. His folds all glided against each other, and the two massive ass cheeks seemed to rise up out of the deep crater they formed in the cushions. He was massive. Zach quickly grabbed the massive scale and placed it right under Tyler’s fat feet. His massive thighs made it hard to keep his feet close enough to stand on the scale. Zach grabbed Tyler’s fat fingers and pulled him up onto his feet. Tyler’s bulky flab slid off of the couch and flopped downward. As he stood up, the scale buzzed. “What…does it…say?” Tyler huffed, out of breath from standing. “It says ‘Error.’ Damn…” Zach muttered and smiled. “What’s the…weight limit?” He wiped the sweat from his brow. “850 Pounds.” Tyler was massive…and he loved it… -THE END-

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cloveroctobers · 4 years

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ROBERT “BOBBY” MCKENZIE —

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24 (25) years young

Born in Dundee, raised in Glasgow, Scotland

Jamaican father named Badrick who is a African studies professor

Caucasian/Scottish mother named Catriona who used to be a au pair but now works as a receptionist in senior living — one eye is honey hazel and the other a dark brown

It was difficult growing up in a school that didn’t accept Bobby being biracial, it resulted in bullying to the point where he needed to switch schools (A lawsuit was also in place) The next school was slightly better but Bobby slowly learned to accept himself as it was not something he could control and not something he would want to in the first place. He was proud of where he came from and never thought he was better or less than anyone else, that wasn’t how he was raised

He’s an only child, his parents thought about adopting (and fostering) but with Bobby they had their hands full and he was just enough for them

His family is very family-oriented so he would never have to feel lonely since they gave him a lot of attention, slightly making him spoiled but he was also around his cousins & spending time with them as well

He’s extremely close to his younger cousin (only by a few months) Femi who he views as his sister. They’ve been through a lot together and are always there for each other so it only makes sense

Most likely an active kid always up to some sort of shenanigans whether it’s by himself or with his group of friends, “why would you do that Bobby?” “Don’t ask why but ask, why not!?”

Definitely suffered some broken bones, concussions, & sprain injuries but would never show signs of pain...guys got a high pain tolerance that’s for sure

Fan of films/series “stand by me” & “the goonies” & “scooby doo” since he feels they relate to his life??

Hospital caterer and loves making those feel better with food that he’s created. If he can’t put a smile on patients face with words then he feels like he can show them with food

Food is an art to him. He went to school for culinary & it’s very important for him to show how much it is to him. He picked up the craft from of course his family, who always used food for numerous of things: to bring people together is one of them

Perfected Jerk haggis, it is now he favorite dish next to desert & breakfast!

I’m struggling to figure out what sign he maybe? He’s very playful which may come off as childish at times, which makes me think of Leo? (Maybe Gemini?) Only because they usually hold onto their childhood as best as they can, very generous, & give their energy to you but I also don’t see him being a fire sign at all? So maybe very little Leo in his chart. I also feel like he might be a bit of an empath? He knows when situations around him don’t feel right, knows how to read the room, and always wants to help others by lighting things up.

Idk but I’m feeling he’s libra sun + Gemini moon + Leo rising? Who knows

Probably lived in a 2 bed flat with his old uni mate. It was small and a bit shit but it was their shit and they made the best of it

Now lives in a stone cottage or farmhouse with MC that was built in the 1900’s & is slightly haunted. He’s decided to call them Duncan??? But he believes they’re a good spirit, maybe even a friendly ghost!? since he got comfortable with the bizarre happenings in the new flat & it doesn’t seem like they want to hurt them

Lottie offered to bring her ouija board next time she visited—Bobby declined

House is mostly neutral based but three of the rooms in the flat are covered in ridiculous patterned walls or furniture much to MC’s distaste but, “what’s yours is mine” right? No. But Gary approves!

Has two dogs: a terrier & a collie since MC wasn’t down for getting a sheep

They do have chickens to raise their own eggs tho!

Definitely the kind of significant other that will ride on the cart when they’re out grocery shopping, will make you breakfast in bed, & will send you memes while he’s at home and you’re out or even when he’s at work and you’re at home, let’s you put his arm to sleep when you’re laying on it in bed (big ass head gang!), definitely chooses the candles from bath & body works that smell like food items (majority of them suck let’s be honest)

Probably smells like cucumber, melons, lemons, and eucalyptus

Has your wedding date in his IG bio & is proud

Annoys Gary & Lottie with his food pics, “oh, Not this shit again! 😡 looks brilliant, but enough!”

Has zoom/FaceTime movie nights with Marisol & MC who stopped feeling like she was third-wheeling months ago

Talks to hope & Noah (in the background) as much as he can. Feels like they’re his inspiration for love, even tho he’s the only one married out of the villa

He values marriage just like his parents do and often has Sunday dinners with them & MC ofc

Probably has relationship guide books and only reads them out of boredom but finds fascinating facts/advice if he pays attention & tries to apply it to his relationship with mc. If it works, it works! & If it doesn’t, you can’t say he didn’t try!

Works long hours but will still come home to cook for MC or brings leftovers from the events he’s catered (most are for the hospital but occasionally he’ll do other events)

Has a separate IG for his work

When WAP dropped, he almost lost his shit. Even tried to get MC to do the challenge with him, he’s pretty bad but MC eventually learned it just for him 😜

Is thrilled that Cardi made the best decision EVER on divorcing offset, “are you thinking of leaving me now?” “... I might.” “BOBBY!” “Haha, I love you!

Absolutely loves Christmas!!! It’s his favorite holiday and he loves giving back to everyone in his life. Usually he’s working overtime for the holidays & it makes him emotional due to the stories he hears & he puts a little extra love in his food

Goes all out for Christmas. Tries to buy/make everyone something. Even if he doesn’t really care for them...he’ll at least send them a x-mas card, if they keep it or burn it it’s entirely up to them—if he knew about it he’d probably be a little sad not gonna lie...he’s a soft king

Once bought Lottie black crocs with spooky pins , “are you joking Bobby?!” He knows she secretly loved them

Uses salt and peppermint in his dark hot cocoa...

Rather make deserts for Christmas than the food, he feels like it’s his duty

King of giving the thumbs up, especially when situations have gone to shit. He’ll still shoot them up with a smile or a grimace

Always inviting someone somewhere. “Bobby, hun. You’re 4-6 hrs away and it’s 1 am.” Hope groaned after listening to his bright idea, thinking something bad happened. “Ah, you could still make it if you tried, lassie.” “I’m gonna hang up now. Good night, bonkers man.”

Needs constant reminding when to get his locs touched up & moisturized

Either has a trampoline or a funhouse jumper in his backyard (maybe both) “we’ve got the space and this is better than a pool, or almost!”

Wants children, a whole footie team! There’s no specific time frame for him, when it happens, it happens

Used to cool & wet temps & loves vacationing in Greenland. Sure the hot weather he experienced in the villa was awesome & something different than what he’s used to but you can’t take the scot out of the man. So he typically sticks to places that are similar in temps, that way he doesn’t have to change his clothing choices much

Loves a good bath. Bubble baths are better than bath bombs to him, PERIOD!

Loves bubbles so much he put too much laundry detergent in the wash (does this on purpose now) and came back home to the dogs and room covered in it. Do you think he cleaned it up before MC came home? No. He decided to have a bubble party in the room with a Caribbean playlist playing in the background

MC definitely posted about it the first time & joined him for a bit, dreading the work that came with cleaning it all up. Now whenever Bobby needs a bubble party, he knows what to do. MC preferred him to have his little bubble party in the tub but 50% of the time he chooses not to listen & they leave him to pout & clean it himself

Likes to hold hands with fingers interlocked. When it’s cold and if you’re both wearing hoodies, he’ll slide his hand inside the arm of your hoodie to help keep you warm

Canon: His version of a snack is spaghetti hoops on toast & can eat that for the rest of his life & be content

If he didn’t end up marrying MC, probably finds his significant other working as a nurse at one of the hospitals he caters to or a volunteer at a old folks home

Never had a serious relationship, very few hookups, was either always placed in the friend zone or there was one person he wanted to be serious with but they rejected him and continued loving someone else who treated them like shit—so he kinda swore off of relationships and just flirted a bunch and kept his love life non-existent

Fav ice cream? Rocky road ice cream with one scoop of cotton candy & one scoop of cookie butter blue

Doesn’t believe in measuring when it comes to culinary. He uses his eyes as his measurement, could be a bad thing, could be a good thing, that’s up to you

If he’s up at night, he’s eating something sweet. A nice glass of single malt scotch whiskey + a splash of coconut milk (🤢) with a slice of angel food cake & he’s out like a light

Absolutely loves shopping for the kitchen, finds immense joy in doing so. If you lose him in a store, one of the places you’ll most likely find him is in the kitchen decor area

Owns a bagpipe & wants to get better at it, even tho he scared the living shit out of his dogs & chickens

Wears his shades quite a bit even tho the weather is hardly sunny and mainly windy & damp

Will hold the door for strangers even if they don’t say thank you

He’s open when it comes to music. Will listen to anything but feels like the music has to be a purpose for something...Everything he does in his day to day life has to feel like a soundtrack to him since in his mind he’s daydreaming about his life being made into a movie. Who isn’t?

He thinks wentworth Miller should play him in a film and that kid from blackish should play him when he was a wee lad, Marcus Scribner

Always keeps a positive attitude because he knows what it feels like to feel low and he doesn’t want anybody else in the world to feel like that so he wants to uplift and if he can try to be someone’s happiness he’ll gladly be that— which isn’t always the right move, he learned

Listens to: Rotimi, Shaggy, Sean Paul, Skip Marley, H.E.R., Jhene Aiko, Jorja Smith, UMI, The Kooks, The Killers, Cold War kids, Milky chance, Blood Orange, The 1975, Vampire Weekend, Bad Suns, BRYSON TILLER, Kilo Kish, & Ella Eyre (although he misses her old music)

Celeb crushes? Cardi B is his mfkin celeb wife okay?! Nobody else comes above her! He also thinks FKA twigs is pretty & super talented, sevdaliza!, Tia & Tamera, Iman, and brandy from the 90s makes him swoon

Anthem = jaden, “Boys and Girls”

#litg #litg s2 #litg2 #litg Bobby #litg au #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg gary #litg lottie #litg marisol #litg mc #litg hope #you asked and you shall receive

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raleighcarrera · 3 years

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holiday writing requests

wow feels weird to use the post title feature sdkjfdglfkgjfkjg

ANYWAY i’m opening up winter/holiday themed writing requests for choices & twc !! my goal is to do as many of these as i can before the end of the year but i’m going to try to space them out so please be patient and i’m sorry if i don’t get to yours or if it takes awhile

and thank you all for making my time here so far in 2020 so much fun and for being so nice to me since i made this blog in may ❤️

if you have a specific scenario or request in mind, just send me an ask, but otherwise a list of assorted prompts i’m accepting is under the cut !!

from here - winter/cold weather prompts:

1. first snowfall 2. hot chocolate 3. ice skating 4. blankets 5. fireplace 6. fuzzy socks 7. scarf 8. snowball 9. sweater 10. snuggling 11. snowed - in 12. mistletoe 13. candles 14. winter sunrise 15. eggnog

from here - winter/holiday writing prompts:

1. mistletoe kissing booth 2. makeout sesh in front of the fire, but someone is being a tad too respectful 3. snowball fight turns flirting, turns serious, then flirty again 4. snowed in and huddling for warmth 5. home for the holidays, but my parents won’t let us share a room so we sneak out to see each other

from here - winter/holiday sentence starters:

1. “it’s cold out here, can i borrow your jacket?” 2. “warm my hands up?” 3. “look! it’s snowing!” 4. “the car won’t start...” 5. “it’s supposed to snow tonight, you should just stay here...” 6. “i haven’t felt warmth in approximately twenty-three days.” 7. “that blanket looks big enough for two!” 8. “you’re cute when you’re cold.” 9. “it smells like i just walked into cinnamon hell.” 10. “can’t we stay in bed? it’s cold outside...” 11. “you’re not getting sick again, are you?” 12. “i’ll take care of you.” 13. “don’t slip!” 14. “i may or may not have gotten tangled up in the tinsel.” 15. “so... the tree is too big to fit through the door.” 16. “last minute gift shopping is an art, and you’re not ready for it.” 17. “all i want for christmas is you.” 18. “can i open just one? pleasseeee?” 19. “don’t be such a downer, mr scrooge.” 20. “i have michael bublé’s entire discography and an unopened bottle of wine.” 21. “i couldn’t find any gelt, but we do have raisins!” 22. “please don’t burn the house down.” 23. “normal people don’t own this many candles.” 24. “that’s the ugliest sweater i’ve ever seen.”

from here - winter/holiday prompts

1. “it’s almost midnight!” 2. “yeah, uh, alcohol doesn’t go in hot chocolate.” 3. “why does the house smell like a cinnamon roll threw up?” 4. “if you throw a snowball at my face so help me.” 5. “open your present!” 6. “wanna get shit faced instead?” 7. “why is there mistletoe everywhere?” 8. “i’m still sad you won’t be home for christmas.” 9. “aren’t you afraid of setting the house on fire with all the lights?” 10. “i hope you break your ass on that ice.” 11. “wait, no one got you anything?” 12. “so... we’re kind of snowed in.” 13. “it looks like the north pole threw up.” 14. “are you sure it’s illegal to kill carolers?” 15. “you didn’t think i’d let you spend christmas alone, did you?” 16. “i told you you were going to get sick if you stayed in the snow all day.” 17. “does that stocking have my name on it?” 18. “and now the power’s out.” 19. “you’ve never had a new year’s kiss?” 20. “you’re kind of cute when you look like rudolph.”-“the reindeer?”-“no, my dentist. yes, the reindeer.”

from here - december fanfic prompts

1. a snowball fight 2. overly bundled up for the weather 3, decorating the tree 4. ruining the holiday dinner 5. secret santa gift exchange 6. unwrapping presents 7. making cookies 8. new holiday traditions 9. work holiday party 10. eating candy canes 11. traveling for the holiday 12. a holiday proposal 13. drunk at new year’s party 14. a new year’s kiss

from here - christmas/winter starters

“sorry, it’s not me, it’s the eggnog.” “just so you know, i’m kind of stuck in the christmas lights.” “looks like you’re getting coal this year.” “i just took an online quiz and it said i was on the naughty list! if it was you i could see it, but not me!” “are you seriously crying over rudolph...?” “i just called to tell you merry christmas.” “please stop singing christmas songs.” “if you ring those dumb jingle bells one more time, i will wring your neck.” “oh my god, is that mistletoe...?” “what kind of christmas would it be if we didn’t play in the snow?”

from here - holiday au prompts

1. we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together 2. we both work at the mall’s pictures with santa event. you shouldn’t be able to look that attractive in an elf’s costume and we should not be hooking up in santa’s cottage on our break 3. why can’t you turn your christmas lights off at a reasonable hour? they’re way too bright and some of us are trying to sleep. if you won’t turn them off, i’ll turn them off myself 4. my parents keep pestering me about a boy/girlfriend, so i lied and now i need you to be my fake boy/girlfriend for the holidays 5. if you sing one more christmas song, I’m breaking the radio and kicking you out of the car. i don’t care how cute you are, i can’t take one more rendition of santa baby or all i want for christmas is you 6. you didn’t have anywhere to go for the holidays, so i invited you to come home with me as friends but my parents now think we’re dating

from here - more christmas aus

1. “i know we hate each other but it’s christmas eve and your flight was cancelled, please come inside.” 2. “i got you for secret santa so i got you this really expensive but sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me - and that i’ve been in love with you 1234567 years.” 3. person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there?”) 4. i knitted you a jumper/mittens/scarf 5. “we were playing in the snow and you suddenly tackled me to the ground and now... we’re just... staring... at each other...” 6. "our christmas party turned into a tropical theme because the radiator is broken and it’s hotter than hell in here - damn you look good without a shirt, i never noticed before asgdhfjgkhl” 7. “we’re co workers who hate each other but you had too much to drink at the staff christmas party and admitted your love for me i don’t know how to act around you now.” 8. TEACH ME HOW TO SKI (lol jk i know how you’re just so fucking cute) 9. PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF 10. “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

from here - christmas/holiday starters

1. “woah, someone drank too much egg nog.” 2. “i can’t believe i’m all alone during the holidays.” 3. “i hate snow. and smiling children.” 4. “if i hear one more christmas song, someone is getting strangled with tinsel.” 5. “the limit was $20, people. why do I see an iPhone?” 6. “i know who got me this. there’s only one person who knows me this well. it’s you.” 7. “this is really corny... but you’re already a gift to me.” 8. “have i been naughty this year?” 9. “oh, i’d ride in your sleigh.” 10. “your eyes twinkle like tree lights.” 11. “great, now my flight is delayed…” 12. “how am i supposed to get home in this weather?” 13. "do these dreidel cake pops look pinterest-y enough?” 14. “it’s not a ‘made-up’ holiday. all holidays are made up.”

from here - new year’s starters

1. “will you kiss me at midnight?” 2. “here's hoping the new year is better than the last.” 3. “this is the perfect way to ring in the new year.” 4. “i don't feel well...” 5. “did you just kiss me?” 6. “the stars are prettier than the fireworks.” 7. “let's ring in the new year right.” 8. “are you drunk?” 9. “can we go home?” 10. “hold my hand.” 11. “i think i drank too much.” 12. “let's get a cab.” 13. “you look silly.”

from here - cold weather starters

1. “it’s hand holding season.” 2. “i got the biggest blanket for us to share.” 3. “your cheeks are so red; it’s so cute!” 4. “this scarf isn’t big enough for two people.” 5. “maybe if i kiss you, you’ll feel warmer.” 6. “hug me; i’m cold and love you.” 7. “are you cold? let’s cuddle, it’ll make you warmer.” 8. “what time is it? don’t answer, it’s christmas.” 9. “if it snows, wake me up.” 10. “christmas songs this early?” 11. “please stay warm; i don’t want you to get sick.” 12. “i refuse to let you go – i’m cold.” 13. “it’s icy outside – also, can you help me limp to the couch?” 14. “i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 15. “i’m glad I get to spend this season with you.” 16. “are you shivering?” 17. “i ran you a bath since it’s freezing outside.” 18. “stay in bed with me, it’s warmer here.” 19. “i don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” 20. “are you blushing or cold?” 21. “oh, darn, i seem to have forgotten my mittens – please warm my hands?” 22. “i don’t think cold weather is an excuse to drink ten times more coffee.” 23. “well, you can never have too much hot chocolate.” 24. “i’m gonna stay up and wait for it to snow.” 25. “being with you makes the season even better.” 26. “since it’s cold should i start calling you ‘snow angel’?” 27. “are you going to share this coat with me all night?”

#writing prompts tag #anyway just send me a pairing and the prompt you want and happy holidays you guys 💕#love u #also if anyone wants to take any of these prompts i don't own them so feel free !! just link back to the original posts and give credit ok

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covrtofnightmares · 3 years

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✵ Alexander and Aurora

( 1 ) who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?

Alexander wants to get invested in this activity, particularly because it reminds him of the small and quaint Christmases he shared with his mother when he was a child. After telling Aurora (and so confidently, at that) that he had everything under control, Alex would first get stuck in the large, live tree they’d procured from Cloverwood Forest. After getting his foot caught in a tangle of wires and sputtering out a slew of curses, he spots a live squirrel that had been nesting inside of the tree. The squirrel, angry and frightened by the sight of an angry human man, flings itself at Alexander’s face. Alex fumbles about the living room as an adult, proceeding to get more ensnared in the lights with each step and swat of his hand against the screaming squirrel stuck on his face. By the time he finally manages to toss the rodent outside and yanks the Christmas lights off of him, Aurora is hiding a visible laugh behind her mouth.

When Alex comes out of his room after sulking an hour later, the entire tree is finished with a pristine, ethereal twinkle, as Aurora calmly sits on the nearby couch and leisurely flips through a magazine, as she gazes up at him and asks: “What, like it’s hard?”

( 2 ) who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?

Alexander devours the entire tin of chocolate chip cookies one of the Resistance members made for him. As he attempts to tell Aurora between mouthfuls of food, he’s just grateful someone other than Raymond took the reins of the holiday cooking this year. Aurora chooses to stick to her smoothie and tells Alex that she believes him.

( 3 ) who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies?

Aurora absolutely gets invested in having them watch these romantic movies together, all snuggled up on the couch, and every time a cheating boyfriend or leading male who fucks up crosses the screen, she simply turns and glares at him. By the third night of these movies, Alexander realizes she’s teaching him a lesson.

( 4 ) who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas?

I get the feeling both of them listen to whatever comes on through the Spotify Christmas station radio or whatever music they’re listening to at the moment. Alex gets a bit excited whenever a Michael Buble song comes on, while simultaneously explaining to Aurora that he’s a pretentious-sounding little prick. This usually causes an ensuing argument, where Aurora explains that if Alex really felt that way, why didn’t he just change the channel? The argument, as per usual, is usually resolved by Alex bending Aurora over the counter and having his wicked way with her.

( 5 ) who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping

Alexander absolutely prefers to do things himself, and that involves Christmas shopping. But he has a feeling that Aurora is nosy and enjoys snooping, primarily because she simply can’t stand not knowing something, and takes to staying up late at night to wrap her presents once she’s fast asleep. He hides them throughout the house, in special hiding places she’ll never find, because he knows how much she likes to explore.

( 6 ) who insists on making snow angels?

Aurora is the first one to suggest such an activity, but the act of making snow angels soon turns into a snowball fight, one that Alex wins before pinning Aurora against the ground, glittering snowflakes woven through her golden hair, before kissing her. The temperature might be below freezing, and he’s bound in layers of clothes to protect himself from the chill, so why does he suddenly feel so very warm?

( 7 ) who put christmas outfits on all the pets?

Aurora wins this one without any hesitation whatsoever. Alexander would be absolutely horrified if he came home from hunting or working one day and found Brutus and Maximus, his two prized dogs, all dolled up to look like the Grinch and a Christmas tree. In fact, he very well might faint.

( 8 ) do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in?

Both Alexander and Aurora have complicated feelings regarding families. After Alexander lost his mother as a young child, Lilianna and her parents became the closest thing to a family Alexander has ever known. Given the turbulent relationship he currently shares with the Shu Lei heiress, Alexander is concerned that he would be unwelcome at any holiday table prepared by Lilianna or her father, Jiang.

Aurora, similarly, knows a family within the Garden, but not much else. She has become so enmeshed with the very fabric of Alexander’s life at this moment that the thought of them spending the holiday season without each other seems...painful.

( 9 ) who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers?

Alexander would be able to see the humor in wearing ugly holiday sweaters, though Aurora would argue that she would never wear something with built-in lights and a twinkling reindeer nose stitched across a scratchy knitted sweater. Instead, she dons a piece of Christmas-inspired lingerie, decked in red and silver like a present waiting to be unwrapped.

( 10 ) who waits up until midnight to give the other their present?

Alexander rolls over in his bed, grumbling to himself in his sleep, only to feel a sudden pressure on his chest. He opens his eyes and finds Aurora sitting on his chest, a smile widening across her face as she holds a small, artfully-wrapped present in her hands. She spent all evening too anxious and nervous about his reaction to even consider sleep, so the moment the clock struck midnight and Christmas descended upon Astralis, she chose to take the chance to start their festivities a bit early.

( 11 ) who insists on hand-made presents only one year?

Alexander thinks it would be nice to do something simple for each other for the duration of the holiday season. Aurora (politely? Not so politely?) disagrees, as she’s seen Alexander’s skillset and would rather not wake up to some anonymous faerie’s wings wrapped in a box for her to open.

( 12 ) who puts mistletoe on every door frame?

Aurora absolutely does this and then pretends to get mad every time they both pass under the doorframe. “Ugh, I guess we have to kiss again.”

( 13 ) who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real?

Aurora is somehow the answer to both of these, though it’s worth noting that Alexander would absolutely get irritated enough with a group of children whom he presumed to be little more than arrogant brats and tell them the mystical man in the sky was nothing more than a figment of their imaginations. Aurora would do it after a PTA mom scolded her for grinding on Alex in a Santa costume at a work party, angrily telling the woman “First of all, it’s none of your business. Second of all, it’s not like he’s fucking real.”

( @nymphcts )

#ahqanswer #ALEXANDER //#the reaper: ( ask )#the reaper: ( aurora )#Anonymous

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spine-buster · 4 years

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Alone, Together | Together: Epilogue 5 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: There are not enough words in the English language to express how I feel about your engagement with this story and the fact that it has finally come to its (writing) end, so all I can and will say is: thank you.

Christmas Eve 2031

Morgan’s heart was full as he stood at the kitchen island watching Andy and Maia finish decorating the small batch of gingerbread cookies for Santa Claus with Bee. Both kids were sitting on the countertop, fixing Smarties buttons and faces onto the icing before Bee scooped them off of the baking sheet and onto the plate. The entire time they had been working in the kitchen, there were giggles and kisses and singing, with Morgan sneaking bites of the dough, causing his kids to scream and want some for themselves (Bee digressed and let them have only a little bit). There were four cookies in total – one prepared to look like each member of the family.

“There we go! Our cookies are ready for Santa!” Bee exclaimed as she held the plate up. “Do you think Santa will like them?”

“He’s gonna think they’re so y…yummy,” Andy smiled proudly at his work.

“Mama…” Maia said. “We need carrots for Rudolph and the reindeer!” She looked towards her father for help. “Dada, we need carrots for Rudolph!”

“C’mere Ladybug, come help me peel them,” he stretched out his arms, grabbing Maia so he could balance her on her hip as they walked towards the fridge. He opened them, going for the baby carrots first playfully.

“No!” Maia yelled out. “Rudolph and the reindeer are big! They need big carrots! They need those carrots!” she pointed at the big ones on another shelf. “They will be hungry.”

“Okay okay,” Morgan said, grabbing a baby carrot in the bag with one hand before shoving it in his mouth, crunching loudly. “Mmmmm, what if I ate all the carrots before Rudolph and the reindeer?”

“You can’t, dada,” Maia chastised her father. “That’s no fair. We need to be nice.”

Morgan smiled proudly at the words that came out of his daughter’s mouth. “Yes, you’re right Maia. We do need to be nice,” he affirmed as he kissed her cheek. “You’re so smart Maia.”

“Smart like mommy.”

Bee looked over her shoulder, giving Morgan a playful look. “You’re so smart like mommy” was in Morgan’s lexicon for both of his children for the last three years. It was no wonder Maia picked it up. “Smart like daddy too,” he grumbled playfully, giving Bee a look too. “Okay, can you hand me the carrots so I can peel them?”

When all was said and done, Andy put the plate of gingerbread cookies on the coffee table, followed by Maia leaving the carrots. Bee poured a cup of milk and placed it next to the cookies. Andy even laid out a hand-written note signed by he and his sister, his near-perfect penmanship on display.

Dear Santa Claus

My name is Andrew Rielly and I am 6 years old. My sister is Maia Rielly and she is 3 years old. We hope you enjoy our cookies and that Rudolph and the reindeer eat the carrots. Thank you for coming to our house. Thank you for the presents.

Love

Andy and Maia.

“Okay…we’ve gotta go to bed now or else Santa Claus won’t come!” Bee announced. “Who’s ready to put on their PJs?!”

Andy and Maia raced upstairs with each other, disappearing into their bedrooms and getting their special Christmas pyjamas in their drawers. Morgan and Bee followed, taking them into the washroom to help them brush their teeth before bed. Bee went into Maia’s bedroom first, helping braid her hair before tucking her into bed. Morgan came in too, sitting opposite Bee on the bed.

“Mama?” Maia’s voice asked, the fatigue of the day finally showing in her voice.

“Yes Ladybug?”

“Tomorrow, I can try flying like Rudolph?”

Morgan and Bee snorted at the same time. “I don’t think so,” Morgan said. “You can’t fly, Maia.”

Maia didn’t seem happy with her parents’ answer. But she digressed, pulling the covers up to her neck – exactly how she liked it. “Will Santa bring presents for Bruce and Maggie?”

“Of course he will,” Bee answered quickly. “Maggie’s been a good girl, hasn’t she?”

Maia nodded her head. “Maggie’s a sweet girl.”

“And Bruce?”

“Bruce too,” Maia said before yawning. She looked at Morgan with her sleepy eyes. “Dada, can we get another puppy?”

Morgan paused. He looked at Bee, who was already looking at him. Maia was waiting for an answer. “Maia…we’ll talk about it later, okay? You need to go to sleep or else Santa won’t come visit.”

“Okay…” Maia digressed. “Goodnight Mommy. Goodnight Daddy. You the best mommy and daddy ever.”

“Goodnight my Ladybug,” Morgan bent down to kiss her. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Maia. Mommy loves you,” Bee kissed her too.

“I love you too Mommy.”

Morgan turned off the light as they left her room, closing the door gently. Bee gave him a look the entire time. They made their way towards Andy’s room, who was already in his bed, though he was stretching over to his bedside table, adjusting his Funko Pops of John Tavares and Auston Matthews. When he noticed his parents walk in, he stopped. “Hi mama, hi d…dada.”

“You ready to be made into a burrito?” Morgan asked, to which Andy nodded his head. Bee and Morgan tucked him in just how he liked, a giant smile on his face the entire time.

“Dada?” Andy’s little voice asked once they were done.

“Yes my booboo bear?”

“Is S…S…Santa gonna visit my best friend Leon?” he asked, fighting with his eyelids to stay open instead of drop in their fatigue from the excitement of the day.

Morgan smiled as he caressed his little face. “Of course Santa is going to visit Leon. And I bet Leon will show you what he got from Santa tomorrow when he comes over with Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, Nonno Rocco and Mém��re Clarette.”

“And is Santa gonna visit J…J…Jace and Isabella? And Noam? And………Henry and Greta?”

“Of course. He’s going to visit all of you because you’ve all been good boys and girls,” Morgan nodded his head.

Morgan watched as the gears in Andy’s head began shifting. He loved that he was able to see Andy’s mind working in real time, even for the simplest things. He was such an expressive boy. Even though he had a bit of a rough start at school, everything was better now and Andy was in a much better place. Andy’s brows burrowed and his face contorted a bit, all in an effort to think and not fall asleep. “Mommy?”

“Yes Andy?”

“You know how Santa has r…r…reindeer?”

“Yes…”

“How do they fly?”

Bee couldn’t help but smile. “I think if Santa told us, that would break the magic,” she said. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You’re such a smart boy, Andy.”

“I love you mommy,” he said softly, his eyes finally closing.

“Mommy loves you so much Andy. You know Mommy loves you?”

“I know,” he barely got out. “I love you too Daddy.”

“I love you too, Andy.”

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“We’re getting another dog, aren’t we?” Bee asked an hour later as both she and Morgan were downstairs on the main floor, putting out the presents from Santa. Bee stuffed the board game and books under the tree, while Morgan worked on the stocking stuffers.

“They’ve been asking for a year, Bumblebee,” Morgan said, as if that explained everything. “Bruce and Maggie are so good with the kids, and they’re good with animals…what’s another dog?”

Bee rolled her eyes playfully. “Is that why our iPad always has sheepadoodle Instagram profiles open whenever I get to it?”

“Maybe.”

Bee shook her head. “We’ll talk about it after the holidays.”

Bee watched as Morgan finished stuffing the stockings, making his way over to the coffee table before sitting on the couch and chomping into one of the carrots. She stayed silent as he chomped down on the others, finishing one so there were only two left that were mostly eaten. He then moved on to the cookies, taking dramatic bites and making sure to leave crumbs in and around the plate and on the coffee table. He ate most of them, leaving only remnants.

Bee couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes as she watched him. When he finally looked up at her, he noticed the tears automatically. “What’s wrong?”

“You did that for me twelve years ago now,” Bee reminisced, her eyes welling up with tears even more. Just saying how long it had been since he did that for her, one year into their relationship, was a lot for her to handle. “Do you remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Morgan said, getting up from the couch and making his way over to her. “I wanted to give you a normal Christmas.”

A lump in her throat formed at his words. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her against his body. “Look how far we’ve come.”

“Look how far we’ve come together,” he added, kissing the tip of her nose. “Look at how much we’ve accomplished, how much we’ve grown, how much we’ve done, how much we’ve built…” he said. “We’ve come so far. And there’s still so much to go, still so much to do. Together. Because I love you, Briony Rielly. Forever.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him passionately. “I love you so much, Morgan Rielly.” She couldn’t let go of him. She couldn’t stop kissing him. In her dream kitchen, on Christmas Eve, with her two children sleeping soundly upstairs, her two pets sleeping with them, she didn’t want the feeling to end.

To think of where she started to where she now was.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. Daughter of an alcoholic mother. Raised in rooming houses, homeless shelters, and public housing. Emancipated at sixteen.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. A Master’s student. A poor, starving Master’s student. A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto. A graduate of the University of Toronto. A junior financial analyst at Scotiabank.

Briony Rielly of Toronto, Canada. A Master of Financial Economics. A certified financial analyst at Scotiabank. Wife to Morgan Rielly of the Toronto Maple Leafs. A philanthropist. A mentor at Alateen. Co-founder of The Rielly Foundation. Mom to Andrew John and Maia Claire.

She was complete.

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Tiramisu Cake

SF9 Rowoon X Reader AU]

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TODAY is one of those days when Rowoon would want to stay inside their dorm, tucked in a cozy blanket or indulging himself with a cup of coffee or a bowl of soup. The kind of day when the cold seems to seep through your body straight to your bones. It is so cold that he would not even think of pestering Chani. All that he wants is to bundle himself up and sleep as much as he wants.

It is snowing really hard. But he is on his way to the company to practice. SF9 is on the move finishing up their Asia tour so he has to work hard on rehearsals. He has missed tons of practice sessions with his members because of his drama filming schedule. Now that the drama reached its conclusion, he has to step up his game to keep up with the members. He has memorized their dances’ choreography by heart but he thinks that his body should once again get used to dancing.

And so, here he is. Out in the cold and on his way to work. He did not wait for the members to wake up. Last night, he told Youngbin that he will leave the dorm ahead of them to practice by himself and just wait for them in their practice room.

It is 7:00 AM and Rowoon feels like he would lose his fingers if he does not buy anything hot to drink and eat so he went straight to the coffee shop just outside their company building. Opening the door, he was immediately greeted by the comforting aroma of coffee. Rowoon instantly felt warm when he finally entered the cozy coffee shop. There were customers here and there, who probably got up early just like him, but the coffee shop is not packed with people, yet. He went straight to the smiling barista whom he and the members have already been friends with.

“Rowoon-hyung!” The barista - Jaewon - held up his hand to give Rowoon a hi-five. That’s how he usually greets the members.

“Hey Jaewon-a! It’s been awhile! How have you been?”

“Good, good, hyung! How are you? It’s still so early. Why are you here?”

“I have to go practice.” He looked up and scanned the menu. “I need one Americano and something sweet to give me energy today. Do you have anything you can recommend?”

The young man’s face lit up. “Great timing, hyung! Our new pastry chef just finished her tiramisu cake. I put it in the rack before you came in. I tell you, hyung, this will be the best tiramisu cake you will ever taste!”

Rowoon laughed. “Really? Well, since you said it’s delicious, I will give that tiramisu cake a try.”

“Got it! Also, hyung, since it’s snowing hard outside, do you want to just eat here before you go to work?”

Rowoon could not help but smile because of the concern in Jaewon’s voice. Once their tour is over, he will definitely take Jaewon out and treat him with drinks and meat. He gestured towards the vacant seat for two near the glass paneled wall of the coffee shop. “I think that’s a great idea. I will stay there, then.”

It did not take long for his order to arrive. He immediately smiled when he caught a whiff of the aroma of his coffee but stopped short when he caught an unfamiliar yet really sweet smell. He tried to look around but ultimately, turned his gaze back to the table where the slice of tiramisu cake was unassumingly resting on his plate. The scent of chocolate and raspberries on top of the slice enveloped him. He is immediately drawn to it. He picked up his fork, his coffee forgotten, and went straight to taste the cake.

He went for the first bite, second, then third and he had to stop himself or else he would finish the whole slice within just a few minutes. This tiramisu cake is the most delicious thing he has ever tasted! He turned to look at Jaewon and his friend just gave him a thumbs up and a knowing smile on his face. He finally took a sip of his coffee but without wasting time, he went back to eating the tiramisu cake. He could not get enough of it. To think his Dawon hyung is the one who has a sweet tooth in their group.

Much to Jaewon’s amazement, Rowoon bought another slice of tiramisu cake to-go before he left the coffee shop. It seems like he will be a regular now because of that heaven sent cake.

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AS MUCH as you love the Winter and snow, your tolerance to the cold and chill during this season is close to none. When the chilly air hit you after you slid off the thick blanket from your body, it took all your willpower not to jump back on your bed and roll yourself up inside your blanket. It was 6:00 AM when you left your apartment. Too early and too cold for your own good but you had to because you need to be early to get the first batch of bread, cookies and cakes ready before the first customer arrives in the coffee shop.

It has been two weeks since you started working in that cozy little coffee shop. You are loving it, so far. The manager, head chef, and the rest of the crew were accommodating and have been welcoming since your first day. It has been easy and you love coming to work. Plus you are doing what you love most - baking pastries.

When you reached the kitchen, you immediately donned your apron and started your way to the pantry to get the ingredients that you need for today’s batch. You need to start baking to keep your sanity intact. This week has been rough on you; not because of work but because of people who have so much importance in your life - your parents. You left the countryside to start living your life in Seoul as a pastry chef. Your dad was, for lack of a better word, less supportive about your decision. He firmly believed that going to the city was an unnecessary decision because you can learn more of your craft and master it in your hometown. Blame yourself for being a little too ambitious but you want to see more of the world. Your father’s adamant opposition felt like a clip on your wings when his approval is the only thing that matters the most to you. And so, with only your mother’s blessing, you left your hometown to find your place in Seoul. Fast forward to three years since you left, your dad’s disapproval finally dwindled and he started speaking to you. But early this week, the feelings that he must have hidden for the past years resurfaced and it went ugly. He wanted you to go home for Christmas but you told him you cannot because you just started working for this coffee shop and the holidays are really busy for you and the rest of the crew. You went home during Chuseok, though. It was before you applied for this job. You and your dad were okay, then. But that felt like a distant memory now.

And so, you have been having it rough since Monday. As usual, you turned to baking. It has always calmed you down; baking always cheers you up to the point that it has become therapeutic to you.

An hour passed and you finally finished the tiramisu cake that you have been working on. You peeped from the kitchen to look for Jaewon. It’s pastry day today so the head chef is off for work and there’s only you and Jaewon in the coffee shop.

“Jaewon-a!”

He turned from the counter and smiled. “Yes, nuna?”

You raised the tray with the already sliced tiramisu cake on it. “Can you please help me out and put this on the front rack? It’s ready.”

“Wow! Daebak! This smells delicious, nuna!” Jaewon was beaming when he reached you. “It’s a good thing you made this. Your tiramisu cake is really sensational.”

You waved your hand in front of him dismissively. “Okay, now! Let’s stop it with the flattery. I’ll go back to the kitchen and start the next batch.”

Jaewon took the tray from you. Immediately, you went back to the kitchen and started with the cookie dough you prepared earlier. You did not notice the time as you scooped the cookie dough one after the other to the baking pan. That’s how immersed you get when you are baking. You were just shutting the oven door after putting in the last baking pan when you heard Jaewon’s cheerful voice from the counter.

“Rowoon-hyung!”

You peeked from the kitchen to see who made the young crew excited and saw a really tall guy smiling at him. The two greeted each other and you heard that the guy, Rowoon, is on his way to work.

He must be one of Jaewon’s celebrity friends.

The coffee shop is situated just across from an entertainment company. Most of the artists there frequent the coffee shop to pass time during their breaks. Probably after they finish practicing and working for the day. Jaewon, as the crew who usually manages the counter, are friends with most of them. Especially with the members of the company’s boy group - SF9.

You have seen the eight members a couple of times already. Especially Zuho and Hwiyoung who drop by the coffee shop more often than the others. This is the very first time that you got to see Rowoon. Jaewon once told you that one of the members of SF9 is absent because of drama filming. Right now, you are guessing that the member he referred to must be Rowoon.

You are not into watching dramas or music programs so maybe that is why you are not familiar with how tall he stood yet, his stance seemed gentle. Or how his eyes showed so much interest when Jaewon told him to order the freshly baked tiramisu cake. Or when his entire face seemed to light up when he first took a bite of it. You snapped from your trance when he turned his head towards you, no… to look at Jaewon with disbelief in his eyes as he pointed at the tiramisu cake. You immediately realized you have been following his every moment, every single expression he made. As you hurry back to the safety of the inner kitchen, you bumped on the kitchen table and it made you howl.

Little did you know, Rowoon ordered another slice of the cake you just baked and had it to go. When Jaewon went to clean up the table he occupied, the young barista found that Rowoon did not finish his coffee but the plate where he had his cake was left clean and crumb less.

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IT WAS raining that day. The air is still frigid but instead of snowflakes floating from the skies, the pitter patter of rain can be heard when Rowoon stepped outside the company building with Hwiyoung. He got in early again to practice and found out that Zuho and Hwiyoung pulled an all-nighter to work on the lyrics for the remaining songs of their first full album. He knows how these two prefer working at night when it’s quiet and peaceful.

When he saw them there, he decided to buy them something to drink and eat. When asked, Hwiyoung and Zuho told him that they just want to have a cup of coffee and something, anything to eat. They still have a few things that they need to work on before heading back to the dorm. With Hwiyoung in tow, Rowoon went straight to the coffee shop he just visited a few days ago. He is silently hoping that they are serving that addicting tiramisu cake again today. He wants Zuho and Hwiyoung to taste it, too. More than that, he wants to have another slice of that cake because he just cannot get enough of it.

The wafting aroma of coffee greeted them, and Rowoon saw that the counter was not manned by Jaewon today. That was the first time he laid eyes on you. You were busy writing on the notepad that you were holding, alternately looking at the screen of the cash register and the paper on your hands. Your face was framed by strands of your locks that escaped from the loose ponytail that you tied up with a brown handkerchief. You were wearing a white button-down shirt, sleeves rolled just right on top of your forearm. A brown apron completed your look. He has not even seen your face but Rowoon could swear that his entire soul felt an instant warmth the moment he saw you.

“Y/N nuna! Annyeonghaseyo!”

Rowoon felt like he was awakened from a trance when he heard Hwiyoung’s voice beside him. But was once again put in a daze when you finally looked up from the counter. His eyes met yours, and he could swear that something in him snapped. As if the world stopped spinning. As if everything around him stood with bated breath, waiting for the next thing to happen. You have the most mesmerizing eyes that he has ever seen. Maybe, he is just imagining things or maybe it was just because of the lights around you; but your eyes were sparkling like they have stars in them.

He must have stood transfixed at some point because he felt Hwiyoung half dragged him towards the counter, where you stood, waiting. A small smile was playing on your lips, making you look both breathtaking and delicate at the same time.

“Hwiyoung-a! Annyeong! Why are you early today?”

Rowoon noticed the familiarity that you have with Hwiyoung. It seems that his brothers frequent this coffee shop more than he knows. Not that they should let him know.

Much to his surprise, Hwiyoung pouted while looking at you. “Zuho-hyung and I stayed up all night to finish our songs, nuna. Do you have any cake for me today?”

“Aigoo…” You sighed with a smile. “How about you drink chamomile tea instead of coffee today? Buy the same thing for Zuho, too. Drinking coffee after pulling an all-nighter is not good. Both of you might not be able to sleep for the whole day.”

“We still have a couple of songs to finish though…” Hwiyoung trailed.

But you seem to have this little brother of his on the palm of your hand because cold city guy Hwiyoung agreed without any hesitation when you said, “And we have those freshly baked blueberry muffins that you really love. Those go really well with the tea I just recommended.”

Hwiyoung turned to him. “Oh by the way, nuna, have you met Rowoon-hyung?”

I thought you’ve already forgotten about me, you brat.

He could not help but be stingy about it. Hwiyoung and the other two maknaes rarely show their cute side towards them as their hyungs. But with you, he must be really comfortable because he showed his cute side as if it is the most natural thing to do in front of you. Somehow, that irked him a little. Though at this point, he is not so sure what annoyed him more - the fact that Hwiyoung seems really comfortable with you, or the idea that his little brother seems to know more about you than he does.

You finally turned to look his way. You slightly dipped your head and gave him a smile. “Rowoon-ssi, annyeong~ You dropped by earlier this week, right? I heard your name from Jaewon.”

Rowoon had no idea where the erratic beating of his heart came from. He suddenly felt parched and had to clear his throat a couple of times before speaking. “Yes, I dropped by for coffee and cake last Monday. Do you perhaps still have that tiramisu cake? I really find that delicious. Jaewon said your new pastry chef was the one who made that cake. It’s really delicious.”

He really does talk a lot when he is nervous so he gets a hold of himself. Hwiyoung chuckled beside him but he paid no mind to it because your smile widened. You were beaming while looking at him and Rowoon would not want to miss that for the world. Your smile is so endearing, almost as if all the warmth in the world gathered into that smile.

You pointed at the glass paneled pastry rack just beside the counter. Inside, on a square shaped Christmas decorated pan, sat a slice of the now familiar looking tiramisu cake. You looked up to him again and smiled. “It seems that one has been waiting for you.”

As you busily prepared the cakes and coffee that they bought, Rowoon could not help but wonder. Will he be visiting the coffee shop again for the tiramisu cake or for the unassuming young lady who whipped that sweet treat up?

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EVENING came and the rain still kept its steady pitter patter outside. You just finished putting the last sealed ingredients in the pantry so you peeked and checked on Jaewon who just finished putting on the chairs and tables in place, ready for closing. It was already past eight in the evening. The coffee shop does not usually close this early but the owner told you and Jaewon to call it a day since the weather forecast was not getting any better. After locking up, both you and Jaewon stepped out of the shop.

“Nuna, we can take the bus together if you’d like. It’s already dark and the rain for sure would not stop any minute now. I am going to Hye Na’s office since she was not able to bring an umbrella with her.” Hye Na is Jaewon’s girlfriend. The young girl started working as an office staff in a magazine company just thirty minutes away from the coffee shop so Jaewon would usually go and pick her up after work.

You motioned to the convenience store just beside the coffee shop. “I’m going to buy some stuff and probably, food for dinner here. You can go ahead. Please tell Hye Na I said ‘Hi!”

After you and Jaewon parted ways, you went straight to the coffee shop to pick a couple of things that you need at home. You also bought a pack of gimbap and kimchi for dinner as well as your favorite banana milk. Just as when you were about to step outside, the pitter pattering of rain suddenly became a blasting downpour. Despite the umbrella you are clutching, you realized that it would be futile to go out there. You would be drenched and shaken to your core before you even arrive at the nearest bus stop. And so you stayed, inside the convenience store, until the rain finally slowed down. You waited for a good thirty minutes so when you stepped outside, a black SUV pulled in front of the agency’s main gate and you saw Rowoon alighted.

You must already be pretty cold and hungry since you suddenly noticed how dazzling he looked when he stepped out of that van. A smile immediately curved on your lips when Rowoon looked up and saw you. You could swear his eyes widen but immediately second guessed yourself when he immediately crossed the street and walked towards you, almost missing the already opened black umbrella that his manager shoved on his palm.

“Y/N-ssi! Why are you out here? It’s raining.” He turned his head and saw the already closed coffee shop. “Oh, you guys closed up the place early tonight, huh?”

For some reason, you found yourself smiling again. “Yes, we did. The weather forecast earlier was really bad. It was said that it will rain even more tonight and I think it already did so our boss told us to call it a day.” You peek towards the black SUV. “Did you just finish your schedule for today?”

“Yes, I just came from a photo shoot. Are you going home now?”

“I am. I just bought some stuff and some things to eat.” You gave him a slight bow. “I’ll go ahead, Rowoon-ssi. You should head home, too. You’re probably tired and it’s getting even colder.”

You were already walking a few steps away from him when you heard him behind you. Puffs of cold air coming from his lips when you turned around to look at him. As if he stepped hurriedly to catch up on you.

“Uh… Uhm…” You saw him stuttered and you had no idea why it looked so endearing to you. “Y/N-ssi, would you like to go with me? I mean, I am the only one riding the van right now since the members went straight home after the photo shoot. I came here with manager-nim. Like what you said, it’s already getting colder and it might take some time before your bus arrives. I don’t think that will be the only downpour tonight so… Only if you want though. I know I am being creepy and it’s weird that I’m offering you a ride now but it’s also really late and you’re alone and I’m… I’m talking too much, aren’t I?”

Yes, he is talking too much. And it’s so cute how the great Rowoon, as you found out earlier today after doing a rather embarrassing intense research about him and his group, is stuttering while talking to you. He, apparently, melted the entire nation’s heart with how well he played his character in the last drama he starred in as the male lead. Not just the entire nation but the entire world. Yet, he is here, standing merely a few feet away from you, looking so unsure because of his sudden invitation You just could not help but melt.

“Won’t it be a hassle for you and your manager? My apartment might be out of the way from your dorm.” The butterflies in your stomach are starting to get unbearable now.

“No. No, it would not be a hassle.” He guided you towards the van. Right then, the rain started pouring again so you and Rowoon had no choice but to get in the van immediately.

The ride, that you thought would be awkward, was the exact opposite because of Rowoon’s warm personality. His manager was kind, too. There was never a dull moment inside that SUV. You got the chance to know Rowoon and his members more. He is talkative yet humble. He has a quirky personality but you noticed how his members matter more to him. You noticed how his eyes twinkle every time he mentions schedules that he gets to attend with his members. He mentioned solo schedules are fun and he gets to learn a lot but schedules and guesting with his members are more fun and really, just less lonely.

When the SUV got stuck in the middle of traffic because of the incessant downpour of rain, you heard Rowoon’s stomach grumbled. He looked at you shyly. “I’m so sorry. The last thing I ate today was the tiramisu cake that Hwiyoung and I bought from the coffee shop.”

You searched in the grocery bag and handed him the wrapped gimbap that you bought earlier. You also gave him the banana milk. “Here. Eat this. It’s not much but I hope it will help you get by. It looks like we’ll get stuck here for awhile.”

His refusal was automatic. “No! That’s your dinner, Y/N-ssi. You should eat that instead.”

You opened the foil package of the gimbap and the sealed kimchi. “Let’s just eat this together, then. Manager-nim, you should join us, too.” You gestured to the seat between you and Rowoon. “Is it okay if I place these here?”

When he nodded, you took the handkerchief tied around your hair, spread it on the chair and placed the gimbap and the now open packet of kimchi. You handed the disposable chopstick over to Rowoon. “There. Enjoy!”

And so, in that little space inside the SUV, in the middle of the blaring horns and packed streets outside, under the heavy rain, you and Rowoon had dinner together - gimbap, banana milk and all. It felt like you had everything that you needed.

Rowoon turned to you with a huge smile on his face. “This is, by far, the most delicious gimbap and kimchi I had.”

The laugh that escaped you felt natural. “I know you don’t really mean that but I’m happy you love it.”

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2 years later…

“Y/N, I CANNOT believe you’re late!”

Rowoon could not stop pacing around the private room of the restaurant that he rented, while talking to you over the phone. It was snowing that day. Just like the first time he got to taste the tiramisu cake that you baked two years ago. The place is not far from the coffee shop so you insisted, despite Rowoon’s pestering, that you will just meet him in the restaurant where you promised to have dinner together.

“I am almost done. I am putting the last finishing touches of this cake and I will be on my way.” Your melodic voice chimed from the other end of the line. “I am sorry. I promise I won’t stand you up.”

He could not help but smile. “I swear, you will never hear the end of it if you do.”

Without him knowing, you entered the restaurant quietly, tiramisu cake in hand with a beaming smile on your face. “I know I won’t. That’s why I’m here.”

Rowoon automatically turned around and found you standing at the entrance of the room. Your nose red because of the biting frost outside. Your hair was quite dishevelled despite the bonnet that you are wearing. Snowflakes sticking on some strands. You look windblown yet he could swear there was no more beautiful sight than you at that moment.

With wide steps, he walked towards you and encircled you into a hug. “Y/N, you look cold. This is your fault.”

You buried your face on his chest. “Well, I am feeling all warm now. But, hey, you’re squishing the cake that I made for you!”

He chuckled because despite your complaint, you remained inside his hug. After all, that is your favorite place to be. You inhaled Rowoon’s scent and the freezing cold that you felt vanished into thin air.

“So you made a cake for me?” Rowoon let you go but he held your hand instead and guided you towards the table beside the grand piano.

You looked up to him and beamed. “Yes, I did. Open it. It’s your favorite cake.”

You placed the cake on the table and Rowoon untied the dark blue ribbon you tied around the box. Inside was his favorite tiramisu cake. The cake that he said he will never get tired of eating. His happy food.

But what made Rowoon smile even more was the words written on top. It was beautifully written and was surrounded with strawberries.

Happy 100 days, Seokwoo-ya~

I love you so much even if you love my tiramisu cake more than me.

It felt like his heart was going to burst out his chest so he once again pulled you into a hug and kissed you on your forehead. He is just so in love with you.

“I love you more than I love your tiramisu cake, you brat. But that cake brought you to me so I will forever love it, too. Happy 100 days, Y/N. Thank you for saying “yes” then.”

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gentlemanoftimetravel · 4 years

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Mos miraculous prompt #4

The Liar Duo 4

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“It all started when Félix came into our class. The whole class was already deep into the fairytales from Lila. I was left alone in the back but Félix joined me soon after. We had a kind of connection. Not only over knowing Lila was lying, there was something different. Like a bond that was always there but sparked the moment we saw each other. I know that may sound crazy but I don’t know how to explain otherwise. One week after he joined we were like best friends. We had Nicknames, insiders, hell even rituals. Some of them you must have witnessed. Félix bringing Coffee and me bringing breakfast. We spend almost every spare minute together. We study together at the library, at our homes, in the park. We’re learning and gaining so much from our friendship.”

Marinette took a sip from her cup and a bite from a cookie. She can practically feel Chloé’s anticipation. Félix’s just sitting comfortable at her chaise with an unreadable smirk. She huffed.

“A few weeks after, we had our very first date. ...”

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“Good Morning Netta! Here’s your coffee and thank you for that cheese croissant, as always.”

“How are you so lively at this hour in the morning.” Marinette groaned. “Gimme that coffee, afterwards I may be ready to talk to you.”

“Maybe I just know something that you don’t know so far. Perhaps I will let you in on my secrets.” Félix took a bite from his croissant and a smirk appeared on his face. “You know, I really love your pastries. They make every morning more beautiful.”

“Seriously, what is wrong with you today?” Marinette raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her coffee.

They sat in silence for quite some time, sipping their coffees and eating breakfast. The first school bell rang, reminding the students that the first class will Start soon.

“I’m now awake enough to hear about your secret. What is it that makes you this vibrant and cheerful so early in the morning?” Marinette asked with curiosity.

“You know what? I don’t feel like sharing my secrets anymore.” Félix crossed his arms, leaned back and watched their fellow students waltz into the classroom.

“You can’t be serious! You can’t tease someone and then nothing. Come on Fé! Don’t do this to me! I’ll double your breakfast ration for next week. So pleeeeeaaaaaassse?” Marinette pleaded and looked at Félix with puppy eyes.

“Hmmm. Let me think about this.” He tapped his finger against his chin and watched Marinette up and down. “Fine, I’ll let you in on my secret. But I can’t just tell you, I need to show you. Tomorrow’s Saturday. Let us meet at our usual coffee shop at twelve o’clock.”

“Are you trying to ask me out on a date?”

“Maybe? Only if you want to! If not we could just hang out as usual. Or we could stay at home and have a day to ourself. Or we could invite our friends and hang out together. Or ...” Félix started to ramble and seems more flustered as he continues.

Marinette just giggled. “I’d love to!”

His face lit up with joy. “Then it’s a date!”

Marinette wanted to reply but in this moment Ms Bustier came into class and started her lessons.

Fast forward to Friday evening.

“OMG Tikki, can you believe this? Félix asked me out on a date! What should I wear. What should we talk about. I don’t want to embarrass myself. What if Félix decides afterward that he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore. Then I’m alone again. That can’t be happening! Should I call him and cancel the date tomorrow. But what if he gets suspicious and asks about the reason for cancelling. Tikki! What should I do. What should I do! What should I ...”

“Marinette Breath! We talked about this. Félix likes you and would never betray you. Your doing great tomorrow and you will have plenty of fun. Whatever you decide on wearing, you will look beautiful in it! You grew so much stronger these past months, don’t destroy that progress by jumping back in old behaviours. So calm down and try to go to bed and sleep a healthy amount.”

Tikki flew over and patted her chosens cheek. “Everything will be fine, I promise!”

Marinette nodded in response, nuzzled Tikkis head and proceed to climb up into her bed. As she tucked herself into her covers, she turned and hummed a slightly blurry “Thank you Tikki! What would I do without you.”

Tikki only smiled and placed herself right next to Marinette’s head on the cushion.

The next morning.

Marinette wakes up before her first set of alarms. She turned towards the window and bathed in sunlight. What a beautiful day. She stretched and proceed to climb up on her balcony. She sucked in the cold morning breeze. Truly a beautiful day. A day to meet Félix, have a wonderful date and after that hopefully another.

Her panicking last night only a fraction of a bad dream. She can do it today. She can do everything she wants. Hell she’s Ladybug, that date will be a piece of cake compared to her other duties.

With new found determination, she climbed back into her room and starts to get ready for the day. She decided to wear black ripped skinny jeans and an ice blue blouse (actually she made that blouse after Félix’s eye colour and saw it as a sign for today). Dark blue boots and a sleeveless vest complete her outfit. Some simple black and blue bracelets and a snowflake necklace finished her Accessoire. Now she only need to do her hair. She decided on braiding it. A last check in the mirror and an approval from Tikki and she’s ready to go.

She said bye to her parents and texted Félix that she’s on her way. She decided that a slight detour throu the park wouldn’t hurt. The sun set higher on the sky and the day promised to be warm and cozzy. Marinette enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin while walking to their meeting spot.

Upon reaching their coffee shop, she saw Félix standing outside, fidgeting with a bunch of forget-me-not flowers. She smiled, he rememberd her favourite flower! Does he know what they actually mean?

In that moment Félix caught a sight of her and waved with his free hand. A big smile slowly apeared on his face.

“Hey Marinette, you look absolutely stunning!” Félix’s eyes trailed down and then up again, after meeting her eyes a slight blush formed on his cheeks. “Here. They’re for you. You once told me that they are your favourite flowers. It took me three different flower shops till I found some. I hope you like them!”

Marinette took the flowers out of his hands and smiled. “Thank you Félix! Can I ask you for a favour? Would you mind putting some of them into my braid? They’re the finishing touches to my look.”

Félix blushed slightly but did as he was told. “There you go.”

Marinette turned around and smiled at him. Félix’s blush deepened and he mumbles something. Marinette thought she heard him say “You’re beautiful!” Great, now she got a blush too. She could hear Tikki giggle in her pocket.

“Come on Fé, let’s get going.” She gazed at his hand and after a short hesitation she took it and dragged him toward the coffee shop.

The whole afternoon went smooth, they talked, laughed and had a great time together. After almost five hours she suggested a walk through the park, a little fresh air would certainly do them good and she had an excuse to hold his hand.

But it shouldn’t stay that way.

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[Ch. 1] [Ch. 2] [Ch. 3] [Ch. 4] [Ch. 5] [Ch. 6] [Ch. 7]

Welcome to all new followers, I’m over 150 now! Just wow! Thank you all!

I thought about how I want to write that story. Will it only be Marinette who’s a narrator to their story or do I want to have a flashback. I did write a little bit as a narrator but I didn’t fell quite comfortable with it, so I changed it. So here we are now.

The next part will be hopefully a little bit more exciting. Stay tuned for an Akuma attack! And that’s my cue to ask for your suggestions. What should the akuma look like and what powers should they have?

I’m looking forward to your comments and have a nice day and wonderful (remaining) holidays! Till the next part.

Fun Fact: Forget-me-not flowers are actually my favourite little flowers. As I was a kid they used to bloom outside my house and I loved to collect them. They have a beautiful bluish-purple colour. I thought they would fit quite well into this story. The meaning of those flowers (if given by 'lovers') means love, loyalty and togetherness.

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(I seriously don’t know why I can’t tag some people properly, if anybody know something please tell me!)

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#mos prompts #miraculous prompts #miraculous ladybug #ml prompts #salty prompts #marinette dupain cheng #felix culpa #chloe burgeois #the liar duo

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Open Arms Part 7 (The End)

Synopsis: You come back broken from a mission, and the one person who could barely put himself back together is the one who is trying to help you.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: No more warnings, other than this is The End. 7 of 7 parts. Thank you all for your love and support! This was my first reader insert fic and I really enjoyed myself! Please like and reblog!

Also, this is really for @quant-um-fizzx I couldn’t have/wouldn’t have done any of this without her help and guidance.

@broco8

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Bucky POV

Things are pretty great lately and I know it’s all due to my girl who is currently stringing popcorn to decorate the giant fir tree that I set up in the common room.

The holiday season has arrived and everyone at the compound is buzzing about with excitement. It seems like decorations are everywhere, but when it came to the common room, you wanted it to be a group affair.

Wanda, Vision, and Bruce have been busy baking and decorating sugar cookies. Wanda has a steady hand, so she’s holding her own alongside Bruce using frosting and sprinkles to create miniature works of art.

Vis, on the other hand, is too obsessed with perfection so his cookies look like they came off an automated assembly line; which I guess they have. Although, I’d never say that to him.

Pepper is looking through Tony’s collection of vinyl records as he programs Dummy to roam around the room and dangle mistletoe over everyone heads at random intervals. Frank Sinatra starts to sing about roasting chestnuts and Tony sweeps Pepper up into a dance around the room as they smile and murmur softly to each other.

Steve and Natasha are wrapped up next to the fireplace, getting some last-minute wrapping in along with a few not so secretive touches. Natasha laughs so easily now and my friend doesn’t seem like he has the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. They were like the two puzzle pieces that you lost under the couch and once you finally put them together, the whole picture came together and made sense.

Sam, every the chipper and annoying guy that he is, struts over with Morgan on his shoulders and grins at me.

“Merry Christmas, Barnes,” he elbows me and when I look up Morgan scrambles down off of the bird brain and into my arms.

“Hiya Bucky.” She smacks a kiss onto my cheek and giggles when I tickle her side.

“Have you been good this year?” I continue tickling her as she giggles and squirms. “I’m sorry, I can’t understand what you’re saying.” She gives another squeal and works her way to my left arm and starts to swing off of it.

“She’s the worst out of all of you,” Tony says as he and Pepper make their way around again.

I pass off their offspring and smile to Pepper, “How does it feel to be a mother of two?”

“Well, if I have to claim these two, then I have to claim all of you,” she steps away from her tiny family and links her arm with mine. “Everyone is with someone, except for you and your girl. Why is that?”

I smile softly and look over to where you are, sitting cross-legged under the tree; you’re wearing the ugliest sweater known to man in bright fuschia with neon orange reindeer, tinsel, and little 3D gifts glued to it. Those long lean legs of yours are encased in some royal blue snowflake leggings and fluffy white socks on your feet.

“Sometimes I like looking at her,” I laugh when Pepper gives just the slightest side-eye. “Not in a creepy way, but in an ‘I can’t believe I got so lucky’ way.”

“Does she know?”

“Know what?” I turn to look at Pepp full on and she gives me a knowing smile.

We both turn to look at you and it’s like you know we’re talking about you because your tongue is out of your mouth and you’re crossing your eyes at us.

“I haven’t said it in so many words, but she knows.”

Pepper pulls away from me and brushes some nonexistent hair out of my face, “Bucky, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this, but women actually like to hear those words. If you’re not sure what to give her for Christmas, it could be that.” She pats my cheek and runs off after her daughter who has a cookie in each hand.

I finally make my way over to you and crouch down, picking up a few pieces of popcorn and tossing them into my mouth.

“Hey, sweets.” I lean down to press a kiss to your forehead as you give me the fakest stink eye.

“Don’t you ‘hey’ me,” you mutter as you lean back to look up at me. “Those are not for eating, mister.”

“Well, I’m hungry and the Sam said the turkey won’t be ready for like another two hours!” You laugh as I whine and pull you up to standing in front of me. “You know, this would be a perfect time for Dummy to roll by with that mistletoe.”

You rise up on your toes and press your lips to mine and I wrap my arms around your waist. I could linger in your kiss forever, but there are too many eyes here, and they’ve already seen too much from us in the last few months.

“C’mon, let’s go get a snack,” I suggest and drag you across the room and into the kitchen.

You compliment the three cookie decorators and tell Vision that maybe he should just stop thinking while he’s shaking the sprinkles, but you notice that he continues to place them on one at a time.

“You want some coffee, Buck?” You’re already moving to the cabinet to grab two mugs and I take the opportunity to set up the Keurig.

I know you heard me open the holder, but when you set a mug under the drip I see you squint to get a good look at the display.

“I thought you put a pod in for me,” you look over your shoulder as I lean back against the counter.

“Oh, sorry sweets.” You roll your eyes and turn back to the machine, reach to the side to pick out your favorite flavor, and absentmindedly open the lid. When you go to drop the pod in, something catches your attention.

“B … Bucky?” Your voice is shaking as you pull the ring out and hold it up in front of you.

I have to grab you gently by the shoulders and turn you around so you’re looking at me. Your eyes, wide as saucers and already swimming with unshed tears lock onto mine.

“Maybe it hasn’t bee long enough or maybe it’s taken too long,” the tears begin to fall and I brush them away with the pads of my thumbs. “Maybe you’re too modern and I’m too old fashioned; you can keep your last name by the way.”

You start laughing and in your mirth, you almost drop the ring. I grab your hands within my own and I find that we’re both shaking.

“I love you. I think I started to love you the first moment you sat with me underneath that old oak tree. When you declared your independence and moved out on your own, I fell deeper. When you cried on my shoulder, and finally left the grounds. Every single day that we’ve spent together … these have been the happiest days of my life.”

I can tell that the room has gone quiet and everyone is either watching or has scrammed. My heart is hammering in my chest and I know at least my right hand is sweating.

Apart from your light crying and laughter, you’ve been incredibly silent this entire time.

“All those times you thought you knew, all the time we’ve been together and you’re telling me you love me while you propose?” You wave the ring in my face and for one hot second, I worry that I have completely screwed this up.

I’m just “James, Please, sweets, I love you, Barnes” and when I shrug sheepishly you shake your head and throw your arms around my neck.

“I love you too.” your voice is muffled against my cheek and I exhale contentedly as you draw back to look at me. “Put it on my finger, you goon.”

I take the ring from you and drop down to one knee.

“Marry me?”

You nod vigorously and when I slide the ring onto your finger the room bursts into applause. I jump up and we see everyone standing around the island in the open kitchen smiling and cheering for us.

Later that night, after everyone else has gone back to their own home or quarters, we remain in the common room curled up in front of the bay window watching the snow fall outside.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah, sweets?” I look down at you, and you’re splayed across my lap.

“I have a few conditions for this marriage,” you pull yourself up and straddle my thighs and link your hands behind my neck.

“Conditions?” I grab your ass to readjust you and smirk, “What kind of conditions?”

You lean down and nip my lips and I can smell the sweet spices from the apple pie we ate after dinner.

“You have to make breakfast more often,” you say and give a little wiggle when I laugh.

“Well, then you better be making me cupcakes all the time.” I’m laughing as I nuzzle into your neck and sweep my tongue across that spot under your ear that I know you love. You sigh and shift across me again and I can feel how hot your center is through your leggings.

“Fine, you dork.” You slide off of my lap and grab my hands to pull me up and lead me out of the room. “Here’s the deal though … I’m ready to go back out.”

We come to a halt in front of the elevators and I tug on your hand so you’ll look at me. I was not expecting this. I love you so much, but I worry about you constantly; thinking about you back in the field is the scariest thing to me, but I’m so happy to hear you declare your intentions.

“Sweets, all you had to do was say something,” I grin and press you up against the wall. “I can’t wait to see you in your catsuit.”

“Take me upstairs and you can.”

#bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes series

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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 years

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Christmas / Winter Writing Promts

A/n: FOR THE ANON WHO ASKED FOR PROMPTS FOR THE ANIME!!

Note: can totally be used for other things.

A/n 2:So just like my last list this is the same thing.

Also most of these are from my old shitty list that I made years ago with some other ones added.

getting out/putting up decorations.

making christmas cards.

sitting/snuggling in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa/tea.

shopping for and/or wrapping gifts.

buying the christmas tre.e

decorating the christmas tree.

mistletoe.

making snowmen.

wearing ugly christmas sweaters

baking holiday treats.

Kissing in front of the fireplace.)

watching a classic holiday film

listening to/playing festive music or caroling.

ice skating.

snowball fight!

catching cold from being outside so much.

spending time with friends/family.

one lending the other their coat/scarf/hat to keep them warm.

throwing/attending a holiday party.

one surprising the other with an early gift.

spending the evening in a cafe.

making s’mores.

having drinks together on christmas eve.

sneaking around after the other has fallen asleep to put up their gift.

spending christmas morning together.

Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town: Santa’s at the mall and our muses have gotten in line to visit. Who said this was only a holiday for the little kids?!

The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting): Our muses have snuggled for some fireside Christmas dreaming.

You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch!: My muse (or your muse) is about to ruin Christmas! Horror! One of the other muse watches on. Can they make the grinchy heart grow from being two sizes too small? (Specify in your request who is who or leave it up to me!)

Frosty the Snowman: Our muses are off to build a snowman!

Silver Bells: It’s holiday shopping time and our muses are off buying presents for everyone on their lists.

White Christmas: It’s started to snow for what feels like the first time in forever! But one of our muses has never seen snow before, so the other will just have to do something about that, won’t they? (Specify who is who or leave it up to me!)

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas: Our muses attempt to put together what is the perfect Christmas for themselves.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: Santa’s in trouble and only our muses can save Christmas! Can we do it and deliver toys to all of the good girls and boys?

The Christmas Shoes: Our muses do something very selfless for someone in need on Christmas Eve.

Santa Baby: One of our muses has decided to dress as Mr./Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy! (Specify who or leave it to me!)

The First Noel: Our muses are involved in a nativity scene at the church.

Silent Night: Not a creature was stirring… It’s Christmas Eve and everyone is in bed, except for our muses.

Oh Christmas Tree: Our muses go tree shopping! This one looks juuuust right!

Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer: One of our muses has had a little accident and will be spending Christmas in the hospital. (Specify who or leave it to me!)

Who Spiked the Eggnog: One of our muses is a little drunk from too much ‘nog and has become a little too jolly. (Specify who or leave it to me!)

Hark! The Herald Angels Sing: Our muses have joined a group of carolers for some holiday cheer!

Believe: One of our muses has gotten down about the holidays and needs some of that holiday magic restored in their life to bring them back- and to restore their faith in humanity. (Specify who or leave it up to me.)

Grown-Up Christmas List: My muse finds your muse’s Christmas list and just has to find that perfect gift.

Jingle Bells: Our muses take a sleigh ride!

Blue Christmas: How do our muses cope with being apart for Christmas?

Silver and Gold: Our muses are rummaging through ornaments for the Christmas tree and admiring some of the pieces that have been collected over the years.

I’ll Be Home for Christmas: One of our muses is home for the holidays, just in time! (Specify who or leave it up to me.)

Winter expectations vs. winter reality.

We need to buy you winter clothing.

Treatment for the flu/ a cold

Getting the person who doesn’t like Christmas into the right festive mood

Snowball fight

Hot tea and cozy sweaters

Giving subtle hints of what one would like to get for Christmas

Decoration wars (must include glitter)

Sleigh rides

Reading someone Christmas stories

Baking Christmas cookies

An unusual snowman

Finding a present for that person that is impossible to find a present for

The smell of Christmas

Holding out in a snowstorm together/Getting snowed in together

A Christmas letter.

Falling asleep by the fireplace

Dancing in the snow

The last day of work/class before the holidays

An odd Christmas tradition.

Picking out the right Christmas tree.

Obnoxious singing of Christmas songs.

The Traditional Christmas dinner.

Watching the snow alone and watching the snow together.

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

December 1: Star

December 2: Hot Chocolate

December 3: Snow

December 4: Candy Canes

December 5: Christmas Tree

December 6: Angel

December 7: Pyjamas

December 8: Tinsel

December 9: Ice Skating

December 10: Frost

December 11: Eggnog

December 12: Cider

December 13: Peppermint

December 14: Gingerbread

December 15: Presents

December 16: Fireplace

December 17: Stocking

December 18: Cookies

December 19: Santa

December 20: Sled

December 21: Snow Man

December 22: Jingle Bells

December 23: Carols

December 24: Icicle

December 25: Christmas Movies

Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’.

Getting trapped in a shopping mall together during after-hours in which they were christmas shopping too hard.

SWEATER PAWS AND CUDDLES.

Losing S/O at a christmas market and having to make an announcement over an intercom as to reunite them again (I’m thinking early 80’s era with fluorescent jackets and big old scarfs and brick phones that they left at home).

Fluffy, pretty, ‘princess’ character meets emo, grunge, moody character at a trashy christmas party and accidentally (drunkenly) makes them fall for them.

A competition for cringiestchristmas sweater at an office party, in which your otp comes wearing the same sweater.

Christmas Eve has your otp trapped in an elevator until late, both hungry and cold and now asleep together on the floor with bags of shopping discarded across from them.

Being hit in the face by an angry customer swinging their arms about and their S/O beating them up in the parking lot.

Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean.

Otp acting domestic whilst cooking their families christmas dinner and worrying about whether their parents are getting on with each other.

Planning a beautiful engagement for christmas day, only to lose the ring.

Mothering their S/O’s younger siblings and making sure they’re getting enough to eat.

Falling asleep in front of the fire whilst their S/O is playing them ‘dance of the sugar plum fairy’ on piano. They pull a blanket over them and curl up beside them.

Spilling hot chocolate/coffee/a hot-fucking-beverage on the other and insisting on paying for a new drink and new clothes for them, unaware that they’re rich and very capable of buying themselves another coffee. Besides, they don’t know that this jacket is Louis Vuitton and cost more than the knock-off Gucci belt that had caught their eye in the first place (probably looking a little lower than the belt, but we digress).

First christmas with their S/O and panicking to their best friend/sibling about what to get them. Somehow, a plushie didn’t seem exactly suitable when they knew the other had bought them an engagement ring.

Flying overseas for christmas, but having their baggage lost/delayed, meant they had to walk around their hotel room naked for a few days. That was their excuse anyway.

Burning christmas dinner and trying to order take-out (congratulations, you plebs).

Being gifted tickets to see a family member overseas, but having to leave their S/O at home for christmas, not expecting them to turn up on their doorstep on christmas morning with a bouquet of roses.

Finding their S/O drinking eggnog from the carton and crying at ‘Love Actually’ on their return from working all day. Pulling the other into their lap and kissing their forehead until they stop crying and fall asleep.

SLIPPING ON ICE, SPENDING CHRISTMAS IN HOSPITAL AND GUESS WHO THEIR DOCTOR IS??? *cue us pterodactyl screeching and them ensuing sexy shenanigans***

Decorating the christmas tree together and blowing the fuse for the electrics. Waiting in candle-light for the electricians to arrive and- let me just say- nothing stays fluffy in candle-light.

Bringing each others home country traditions to the dinner table and experiencing a weird mix of food.

Secretly learning their S/O’s mother-tongue to surprise them and be able to talk to their family at christmas.

Buying animal-proof fairy lights, confusing their S/O, but it all makes sense when there’s an ENTIRE puppy in their living room on christmas day.

Falling asleep in the passenger seat whilst their S/O drives them to a family members house for christmas, but not wanting to wake them for further directions because they look so p e a c e f u l.

Cuddling in the bathtub because it’s so cold outside and their S/O got caught in the snow on the way home from work.

Kissing under the mistletoe is underrated, go big or go home.

Sleeping in until midday because they just want to be in each other’s arms and it is so warm with them right here beside them.

Making out under the christmas tree because the lights reflecting in their S/O’s eyes just looked too ethereal for them not to kiss them until they lost their breath.

Eating dinner together and sharing kisses over the dining table. This isn’t always fun when their S/O has a hate for brussel sprouts.

Falling asleep on their significant other’s chest whilst they’re wrapping christmas presents, meaning that some aren’t wrapped the next morning because the sellotape had RUN OUT.

Failing to get the right meat and their S/O sending them back multiple times until they end up going together and realising that they weren’t even going to the right store.

Slow kisses.

Text messages asking for their S/O to put the kettle on for them as they were almost home.

Sitting on the doorstep in the cold, waiting for their S/O to come home from working on christmas day (emergency services?) and hugging them for so long whilst whispering ‘merry christmas’ into their neck and kissing any inch of skin they can reach.

Slow dancing to Frank Sinatra’s christmas songs in the kitchen and forgetting to check the potatoes in the oven.

Ice skating and them BOTH BEING REALLY GOOD ACTUALLY.

ACCIDENTALLY WEARING MATCHING NAUGHTY/NICE JUMPERS IN PUBLIC AND THEN BUMPING INTO EACH OTHER.

Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.

Neighbour au in which one gets drunk on mulled wine and ends up knocking at the other’s door, drunkenly trying to seduce the other and- instead- passing out in their living room.

MAKING OUT IN THE CLOAKROOM OF SOME POSH CHRISTMAS PARTY.

Just lots of making out in general. Jesus wanted us to repopulate which means fuc-

Crawling into their roommate’s (S/O’s) bed because it is too cold in their own and they want cuddles.

For goodness gracious IT’S 3 AM PLEASE STOP CAROLING au

-You threw a snowball and it hit me/my window and I was going to be mad but you’re really cute. Do you want to come in for hot chocolate? au

-This is the fourth time you’ve come to ask for sugar this week. How many cookies are you making? au

-we’re at an ugly Christmas sweater party and that thing is horrendous where did you even find that au

-You don’t realize I can see over the fence to watch you make snow angels like you’re five years old au

-you would literally make the best neighborhood Santa au

-are you the one putting mistletoe absolutely everywhere in this apartment building, or do you just happen to be in the right place at the right time every single time I walk under it au

-I just heard a ten pound turkey hit the ground and also very strong words. Do you need help? au

-I work at the Christmas tree lot and you just had to pick the heaviest tree there didn’t you au

-You were putting up Christmas lights and you just fell off the roof omg do you need me to drive you to the hospital au

-I invited you to Christmas dinner as my boyfriend/girlfriend so that my family would stop pestering me about being single, but we can keep this up until New Year’s, right? au

I’m going to eat this whole pie by myself and you’re not going to say anything about it au.

1. Mistletoe kiss

2. Pretend boyfriend/girlfriend for family Christmas party

3. You made me a Christmas playlist but it’s just Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”. I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke

4. My car got stuck in snow you saved me

5. Last Christmas I gave you my heart and you asked me to marry you

6. I got you for Secret Santa, but I thought it was suppose to be a gag gift, and now I wont fess up because I’m embarrassed

7. We’re both stuck at the airport for Christmas eve

8. Snowman competition, the judges are a bunch of five year old kids

9. I work at a toy store and you keep coming in but never buy anything

10. Your dad is Santa, he’s missing, and I’m helping you save Christmas

11. I’m a barista and you keep making weird faces when you drink the “Christmas cheer in a cup” coffee I make, why do you keep ordering it?

12. We’re neighbors and I just got locked out of my apartment, I was baking cookies that will burn if I don’t get in there quick

13. You made me an ugly Christmas sweater

14. I met you on Christmas but haven’t seen you since, until today on Christmas day, are you an angel? Wait, you actually are?

15. We’re stuck in different cities, so we wont be together for Christmas. We end up talking on the phone for hours, to the annoyance of our families.

16. I was dressed up as an elf, because of my job. You’re drunk and think I actually know Santa

17. You hate Christmas because you’ve never had a good one. So I go all out to make this the best Christmas for you

18. I was cold, so you gave me your jacket but now you’re cold too. So I suggest we hug instead

19. I’ve never seen snow in person before, until now, what is this white stuff falling from the sky? Why are you laughing at me?

20. We got into an argument because of something stupid, but I slipped on ice on the stairs. I called you to help me, and our fight was forgotten when you got all worried

21. I was putting up Christmas lights, and I literally fell into your arms

22. There’s one Christmas cookie left, so I challenge you, winner takes the cookie

23. You keep playing Christmas music, and it’s driving me nuts, please play something else.

1. “You’re freezing. Come here.”

2. “That’s the eggnog talking. I’m cutting you off.”

3. “I didn’t wrap it, so you have to close your eyes.”

4. “Don’t be such a Scrooge.”

5. “That’s mistletoe we’re standing under.”

6. “It’s snowing.”

7. “Open it.”

8. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

9. “I’m just happy you’re here.”

10. “Tis the season for sharing feelings, I guess.”

11. “Will it be too cliche to say I love you?”

12. “Nice sweater.”

13. “I didn’t know what to get you.”

14. “My fingers are numb.”

15. “Look at that. It’s beautiful.”

16. “How many candy canes have you eaten?”

17. “Careful. Santa’s watching.”

18. “What would you like for Christmas?”

19. “I don’t want to just see you once a year.”

20. “That’s my scarf.”

21. “I won’t let you fall.”

22. “How much sugar have you had?”

23. “Chocolate chip is the only cookie that matters.”

24. “Is this the part where we kiss?”

25. “If there’s magic, it’s only because of you.”

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doctorgerth · 4 years

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Holiday Event - Day 10

“Snowed In” with Cracker

winner: @one-piece-dumpster-fire

warnings: light suggestive themes

As you woke up, you yawned lightly next to Cracker. You were careful in getting out of bed, trying your hardest not to disturb his slumber. When you successfully arose, you headed towards the kitchen to fix up a warm drink.

As you looked out the windows, you noticed something odd. The snow outside was nearly as tall as the windows! You walked closer, observing the little bit of the outside you could, noticing that the falling snow was endless.

“Good morning, darling.” Your lover called out as he joined you in the kitchen, fixing himself a cup of what you had prepared, “What are you looking at?”

“Looks like we’re snowed in.” You muttered, still staring at the wall of white against the windows.

Cracker groaned loudly, “We were expecting snow, but not nearly this much! What are we going to do now?”

You could see the look of defeat on his face. He had brought you to this lovely winter island to enjoy the holidays together. You had made your Christmas rounds with his family and your own, but now he just wanted to spend time alone with you, take you to wonderful places. Perhaps you two should have prepared better for a stay on a winter island in the middle of winter.

The island was beautiful and the perfect getaway for the wintry holidays, but neither of you had anticipated a snowed in day. Who knows how long you’d be trapped like this. As you looked over to your lover, defeated and holding his head in his hands on the couch, you decided that being trapped with your lover wasn’t so bad. You’d help make the most of it.

As you walked over to him, you sat beside him and rubbed his back, “Oh come on sweetheart, don’t be so sad. At least we’re here with each other.”

He removes his face from his hands, eyes fixated on the floor as he toyed with his fingers, “I just really wanted to take you out; make this the best holiday ever for you.”

A smile warmed your face at his statement. He always went above and beyond for you and you always appreciated that, but you didn’t need fancy dates or getaways to enjoy time with him.

“Spending time with you is all I need to have a good holiday.” You kissed his temple, bringing him out of his funk as he pulled you into him. You were sitting in his lap now, straddling him as his fingers laced behind you to hold you in place. His forehead rested against yours and his eyes fluttered closed in contentment.

“I love you so much.” With sneaky movements he stole a kiss from you, far more heated than you had anticipated. He pulled away with a sly smile, “So what do you wanna do today?”

As your brain tried to make sense of situation you scanned the room, trying desperately to ignore the suggestive position you two were in. By the sultry gleam in his eyes, you could tell exactly what he had in mind.

A colorful box sticking out of a nearby box caught your eyes. Cracker shamelessly groaned like a spoiled child as you left him, but you ignored it with a small giggle as you approached the box. Pulling out the container, the label revealed that it was a puzzle box. There was no picture to show what the puzzle was of, so that only piqued your curiosity even more.

As you approached Cracker with the box, he stared at you quizzically. You sat along the floor, opening the box and spilling the contents out in front of you, “It’s a puzzle!”

Cracker mentally rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that the childlike excitement that twinkled in your eyes had him captivated. You were snowed in after all, so you’d need to do something to pass the time. Though this wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, he valued your happiness above all else. Perhaps a puzzle wouldn’t be so bad. It shouldn’t take too long anyway...

*6 hours later*

Cracker had wished he could throw the entire stupid puzzle right out the door. Neither of you had really expected a 3,000+ pieced puzzle, but you were determined to finish now that you were a little over half way done. Cracker gave up about 2 hours ago when his eyes gave up focus. So, he sat beside you and supported you, stealing kisses and embraces every now and then to hopefully gain your attention back, but later huffed in defeat (and pouted a little) at seeing your clear determination to finish what you started.

You only took a break to eat the lunch he fixed you, a few cookies and some sandwiches, and cuddled with him on the couch as you two watched the falling snow together.

“Why don’t we stay like this for a little longer?” He smiled as he pulled you closer into him. You couldn’t deny the comfort and warmth you felt lying in Cracker’s arm on the couch, so you decided to stretch your back and rest a bit. You were hardly sleepy, however, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Once you knew he was deeply asleep, you slipped out of his embrace to finish your puzzle.

*6 more hours later*

“I did it! I’m done!” Your exclamations easily woke him up in a panic. You couldn’t help but laugh as he took a fighting stance, ready to pounce on whomever he believed to be attacking you. When he turned to look at you, his features softened as he saw the joyous victory plastered on your face. Cracker looked down to see the completed puzzle, smiling alongside you as he joined in on your achievement.

The full puzzle was a picture of the outside of a cabin, much like the one you two were currently staying in. Large blankets of snow covered the outside, and a fire lit room caught both your eyes with the silhouette of a dancing couple against the window. You smiled up at him, “It’s just like us!”

“Not yet.” He smiled as he rose to his feet and extended a hand out to you, “(Name), will you dance with me? To celebrate your victory.”

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as you blushed, “Why yes, of course.”

His right hand rested gently along your waist while he held your hand in his other. Your free hand gripped onto his shoulder and Cracker began humming a slow holiday tune as you two swayed together in front of the crackling fire place. Your head rested against his shoulder in gratification as he held you close.

“This is all I could ever need. You don’t have to spoil me with fancy gifts and expensive getaways. Just spending time with you, just like this, is all I need to be happy.” You whispered against his shirt. He was glad you didn’t look up, otherwise you’d see the blush that flared his cheek at your sincere statement.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He retorted. “But you know I also adore spoiling you, so don’t expect that to change any time soon.”

You grinned cheesily as your heart lit up. The two of you spent the rest of the night enjoying each other’s company and cuddling by the fire. You were snowed in for the next few days, making do with other small games and activities, though Cracker made sure to hide all large puzzles from you. The few days of being snowed in together, learning more and more about each other and getting the quality time you needed, was the perfect way to spend your holiday.

When you returned to Totto Land you and Cracker exchanged gifts. You were surprised and in awe to see the puzzle you had completed during your trip was in a frame, ready to hang on your bedroom wall. It was a sentimental reminder of the time you enjoyed together. It was one of many gifts he spoiled you with of course, but you knew undoubtedly that one was your favorite.

#doctorgerth #one piece #12 days of christmas #1 day of new years #holiday event #event #day 10 #fluff #romantic #charlotte cracker #cracker #one-piece-dumpster-fire #wholesome

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buttercupwriter7 · 4 years

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Family Christmas Party - t.h.

You know how sometimes when you’re just so excited, ready for the next day to begin, that you can’t sleep?

Today was one of those days. I went to bed early to make sure I got enough rest for the next day. It was currently 6 am and I’d already been up for two hours, unable to sleep more. Just too excited. Today was my family Christmas party. I always love these parties but this years was bound to be the greatest of them all. Usually it’s my family, grandma, aunts and uncles, sometimes a couple of cousins. Most of the cousins are hard to get everyone together at once.

I laid in bed, trying to go back to sleep but failing miserably. Pulling out my phone I send out a quick message to Tom. He’s coming this year and that’s one of the reasons why I’m so excited. It’s my first year with a boy to bring to meet the family at holiday time. We got so lucky that he had a break from filming the newest Spider-Man movie and it was conveniently near the Christmas Party.

“Hey, you excited for today?” I send him.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, what should I wear?” He sends back.

I laugh, “anything, you’ll look great no matter what ;)”

Tom replied, “haha hey that’s my line, can’t wait to see you. 4 right?”

“Yep! See you soon,” I send to him.

I force myself out of bed and get dressed. I head upstairs and find myself surprised that no one else it awake yet. I cut up fruit for the fair salad, decorate some cookies and pull out the Christmas dishes.

After an hour of setting up alone, my mom and aunt come out to help. We decorated more cookies, prepared the food for dinner and set up some cute decorations.

“Is Tom still coming?” My aunt asks smiling.

“Yes, he’ll be here at 4!”

“Ohhhh, I can’t wait to meet him!” She exclaims. My family have heard about Tom, mostly from me. But they also know he’s an actor so they’ve seen him on social media here and there.

We finished decorating the kitchen and living room and I head down to shower and change for the party. I look at my phone and notice it’s already 2. I jump in the shower quick and get dressed in my black and red striped sweater with my dark skinny jeans, Christmas socks showing proudly. I dried my hair and curled it slightly.

By the time I was done it was already 3:45 and people were starting to show up. One of my cousins Max was the first one there, I greeted them when I come upstairs and he was excited to see me.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you came!” He joked, I laughed and punched his arm.

“No! I want to thank you for intruding in on my house,” I joked back and I said hi to his kids who went straight for the presents under the tree.

“No, wait! Those are for after dinner!” Max yelled after them.

They looked sad and Max looked over to me, still talking to them, “Y/N’s boyfriend will be here soon. Come hang out with her before he gets here!”

The kids ran over and I held them both, “my gosh! You guys have gotten so big! You hungry?”

They both nodded and we ate snacks and sat at the table.

“I’ve got a gingerbread house, do you guys wants to decorate it with my?”

“Yeah!” Both Josh and Emma said at the same time.

I broke out the kit and used the frosting to glue the house together. As soon as it was dried, the kids set to decorate it. Josh decorated his side with blue candies and green gumdrops. Emma decorated her side with pink sugar balls, Christmas trees and TONS of frosting on the roof.

As soon as they were done decorating I put the house up on the counter to dry.

The kids grabbed more snacks and ran back into the living room by the rest of the family.

I watched the clock carefully, watching as more and more family came in through the door. But still no Tom.

It was now almost 5 and almost everyone had arrived, Tom was still MIA.

I kept my seat at the table, making conversation with family but still watching the window for that black Audi. It was a gift from Robert Downey Jr, tricked out with Spider-Man seats and everything.

Max walked over and grabbed my shoulder, “don’t worry, he’ll show. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kick his butt.”

I smiled, “Thanks Max.” The kids ran over and pulled me into the living room with everyone else. They’re all sitting around talking, snacking and wine sipping. The amount of gifts around the tree grew tremendously. I know that they’re all for the little kids, but I still have hopes that there’s a little something in there for me.

The doorbell rang, but I didn’t hear it. I was busy having an arm wrestling contest with Max. Apparently everyone else heard it though because it got real quiet. Max let me win our battle and we laughed before stopping, noticing no one else was making a noise.

“Who is that?” Aunt Mandy asked, trying to think of who else wasn't there already. I stood up and headed to the door. I didn't see that Audi I loved so much and my hopes deflated. Opening the door, changed my mind. Tom was standing there, with a bouquet of roses, a full trash bag, cookies and flour in his hair.

I covered my mouth, laughing at his appearance.

“Wanna help me in?” He asked with that smirk of his.

I nodded, laughing again. “Come on in, Santa Tommy.”

This time he laughed, I grabbed the flowers and trash bag.

“What’s in here??” I asked about the bag.

“Presents,” he smiled at me.

He put his goodies and I went to hug him. We hugged and then he kissed me.

“You’re late,” I scolded him lightly.

“I was baking....and almost burnt the house down.” He said getting quiet.

“Geez! I thought it taught you how to use the oven,” I giggled and he shrugged.

“I don’t know what went wrong, but I brought flowers for you, to make up for being late.”

“You've got flour in your hair,” I brushed his hair out of his face. “And I love the roses, thank you.”

He brushed more flour out of his hair and I grabbed a vase for the flowers. We made out way out to the kitchen where everyone was staring at us.

“Everyone, this is Tom. Tom, this is my family.” I said. I could introduce them all individually.

Tom waved a little and smiled that smile that makes me the happiest.

Everyone went back to their conversations.

I helped him put out the cookies and we walked into family room holding hands, his other hand holding the full garbage bag.

“What’s that?” Josh asked.

Tom smiled, “presents. I’m Tom.”

He shook Josh’s hand and it was adorable how cute he was with my little cousins.

Tom dumped the gifts out of the bag, right near the fireplace. There was almost no room for them.

I slowly introduced Tom to everyone as we made the rounds.

Tom ended up over talking to my uncle John and I went back to sit down by the kids. Max poked my shoulder and I turned around, “what's up?”

“He seems nice,” he said.

I nodded looking back at Tom, “he is. He’s a good one.”

“He better be better than good. You’re the best which means he needs to be equivalent to that, otherwise unworthy.” He said seriously but laughed a little.

“You should talk to him, he’s really smart. Maybe if you ask nice he’ll give you some Marvel secrets,” I say, nudging him.

Max apparently didn't want to wait. He shouted across the room, “hey Tom!”

Tom turned right away, looking like the was waiting to be saved. “Yeah?”

“Y/N says you like to share Marvel secrets?” Max asks. He’s such a good, he knows who Tom is and his past with accidentally giving out spoilers.

Tom laughed, “Yeah apparently I do.”

Max leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, “tell me what happens in the new Spider-Man movie, tweeny bop.”

Tom laughed and ran a hand through his perfect hair, he didn’t want to be the focus of this family Christmas party. He looked at me and shook his head, “if I could I would man. If I spoil another movie I’ll be worse than Ruffalo.”

“But I do have something you might enjoy in place of trade secrets.” He looked to me for confirmation but I was confused. Did he forget to bring something? He jumped up, grabbing my hand as he ran out to get his shoes.

“Tom!” I yelped, almost tripping over everything we passed.

We got into the hallway and he pulled me in for a quick yet deep kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked breathless.

He rested his forehead on mine for a minute before looking into my eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said back, I’d never meant anything more in my life. Between the way he interacted with my family and was dedicated to me, I knew he was the one.

“What’re we doing?” I asked him.

“Right,” he said blinking, he ran out to his car and came back within 30 seconds.

“That was fast,” I commented.

“It is freezing out there.”

“What’ve you got??” I asked again and again he ignored me. It looked like another garbage bag.

We came back into the living room, he sat with his back to the fire and me next to him, holding Josh.

“Since I knew I would be asked for secrets, per usual, and I cannot give any out, I’ve got these instead. Hopefully they make up for it.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out some Spider-Man memorabilia including posters, toys and costumes for the little kids, all signed of course.

Wow, I thought to myself, this was beyond dedication.

Max’s eyes lit up and he thought it was the coolest thing, “I’ll take one of each.”

No matter the age, everyone loves free things. And they love free things even more if they are from one of their favorite movies.

Tom laughed and handed him the bag so he could take his pick.

Shortly after he finished showing off some of the souvenirs he brought, my mom announced dinner. We all got up and grabbed food from the kitchen, searching for a place to sit. We found space to eat downstairs where it was a little more quiet.

We started eating in silence, hearing the soft music and conversations going on above us.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I say taking a drink of my pop.

“Me too, I’m sorry I was so late. Robert called me while I was at the store getting groceries for the cookies and I was too loud and some girls recognized me so I had to stop and take pictures. So that took longer. And there is a LOT of snow here and it’s still snowing and hard to see while driving. Then the cookies went terribly wrong and I just...”

“It’s okay Tom, I was just worried....that you weren’t going to come. Maybe something more important came up and....I don’t know,” I shrugged, feeling guilty now that I’ve actually spoken my mind. It’s not that I was worried hew aunt going to show, just more that he was going to decide something was bigger and better than his girlfriend’s family holiday party.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was late, but I just need you to know this. I would not have missed this for the world. You’re my favorite person and I don’t ever want you to think that I would blow you off,” Tom smiles hugging me.

I smile back and place my empty plate on the table, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Tom shrugs with a laugh.

We play a couple of very competitive rounds of foosball, which I won. Tom fake pouted for a while before we headed back upstairs to join the rest of the party.

Tom grabbed a cookie and we made out way into the living room. My mom was FaceTiming with Jeremy, my other cousin and Max’s older brother, who was coming in tomorrow, delayed by work and the snow. “Hey Y/N! Jeremy’s on the phone, here!” She passed her phone to me.

“Great!” I grabbed the phone and looked at his scruffy, bearded face. “Hi Jeremy, we miss you!”

Tom jumped up to grab another cookie while I spoke with my cousin.

“I know! I’m great! I’ll be there tomorrow to hang out with you guys, so don’t have too much fun yet. The weather totally sucks up here,” he laughed at himself.

I rolled my eyes, “yeah, yeah, don't remind me. Just drive safe when you guys are coming up! Also tell Jessica she’s my favorite!” I complimented his soon-to-be wife because she’s awesome.

He fake gasped, looking hurt by my comment.

Tom walked back over to me, three cookies in his hand. He sat down next to me, arm around my shoulders.

“Uh....Y/N,” Jeremy says.

“Yes Jeremy?”

“Who is that boy and why does he have his arm around you?”

I laughed turning the phone over to Tom’s reddening face, “my boyfriend Tom.”

Tom waved and said hello.

Jeremy’s smile dropped, “Hello. Give me a minute with the kid.”

Tom looked nervous. “Sure thing.”

I shot him a thumbs up before he walked away with the phone in his hand.

I look over to Max who is smirking at me and the kids. They couldn't wait any longer and began shaking all of the gifts.

“What are you laughing at?” I shot at him.

He laughed more, “if you wanted to keep that boy of yours, you wouldn’t gave handed him over to Jeremy.

I roll me eyes, “I have faith in BOTH of them. I’m not too worried. Besides, Jeremy will be here tomorrow so I can beat him up then if I have to.” Max laughed again, “I’d pay to see that.”

Tom then came back into the room, handing the phone off to my mom.

“How’d it go?” I asked him as he sat back down next to me.

He wiped his hands on his pants, “I’ve never been so nervous in my life. Not even when I met RDJ. Oh my god.”

It was my turn to laugh this time, “Oh sweetie, you’re okay. Jeremy will be here tomorrow so I can talk to him for you if you’d like.”

Tom’s cheeks turned red, “No, it’s okay. I’ll get over my feat of him before then. Hopefully. Maybe.”

I then got a text adn I looked at it, it said it was from Jeremy and it read, “he’s a good one. keep him. see you tomorrow.”

I smiled, my family plus Tom made for the best celebrations of all time.

The kids then opened gifts, the adults played white elephant and craziness ensued. Most of the family left shortly after gifts and dessert. But for the who were left, we played Christmas movies. Elf was first and then we began watching Home Alone.

Tom looked to be getting tired so I grabbed his hand and ushered him off of the couch. I brought him downstairs and brought him to his overnight accommodations, the couch. I kissed him and watched him collapse onto his bed, already passed out. I went back upstairs to say goodnight to the rest of the family and goodbye to those not staying for tomorrow. I headed back downstairs to rest up for the next day.

The next day we were doing family brunch for those who were in town longer than just a day.

I woke up, having slept in til 8:30. Getting dressed and heading down the hallway. I passed by the living room and saw no Tom on the couch. Confused I went upstairs and could head hushed whispers. As I walked in I saw them. Tom sitting on the couch with Max and Jeremy, Josh on his lap. They seemed to be in an intense, hushed conversation about being the scenes of the Spider-Man movies. None of them even noticed I had come upstairs until Finn saw me and ran over, jumping into my arms with a huge hug.

“Good morning,” he smiled at me with that cute toothless, 6 year old smile.

“Hi Josh,” I smiled back.

“Uncle Jeremy is here and he’s being nice to your boyfriend,” he laughed as he spoke to me.

I giggled back, “well I hope he’s being nice. Otherwise I’ve gotta kick his butt!”

“Yeah!” Josh quietly shouted.

I put him down and went over and hugged Jeremy, “when did you guys get here?”

“’Bout an hour ago, didn't hit as much traffic as we thought. We’re staying over at Anne’s, Jessica is showering then coming over to eat.” He said, hugging me back.

“Great! We’re so excited for your wedding, I expect a full on party.” I said sharing my excitement. Jeremy was the last kid in his family to get married and he is so much fun that we’re all expecting an unforgettable wedding.

“It’s going to be rad, I really hope you bring your boy here. He’s pretty cool.” Jeremy said, nudging my side. I’m so glad that my family loves Tom as much as I love him and he loves them. They just love that I’m happy and have someone so special to share things with. And it means so much to me that my family, who can sometimes be a little too honest and judgmental, love Tom after just a day of knowing him.

I looked back over at Tom who was once again having an intense conversation with Max, most likely about another Marvel film.

I nodded, “hopefully he has time off, I’d love to bring him with.”

We sat down with the other boys and joined in on their conversation. It only lasted about a half an hour before everyone else was awake and we began prepping for brunch. We all ate and hung out more, playing Pictionary and What Do You Meme.

Tom was excited to be spending so much time with me and my family around the holidays since he was away from his own. He didn’t have enough time off to fly back to London and visit his own family, so he was glad to be able to spend it with someone’s family.

You sat at the table, after the most recent game of Pictionary and your team had won. There were many conversations happening and you looked over and saw Tom looking at you longingly. You tipped your head over to the other room and he followed you. You grabbed his hand and lead him downstairs. The two of you sat on the couch facing each other.

Tom leaned in and kissed you, long and passionately. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve been right here with you all day, English.” I say back at him, in between kisses.

I pulled away eventually to take a breath and he smiled at me, the sweetest smile.

“Are you having fun?” I asked him, playing with his hand.

Tom nodded at me, “I am, I’m so lucky to have you.”

I blushed and scooted closer to him, “I’m lucky to have you. I’m lucky to be a part of your superhero life, to be able to call you mine. You’re mine.”

He kissed me once again, this time sweet and lovingly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tom.”

I love you too

FIN

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Hey guys! This is my first official fic and I hope you like it! I think I’ll maybe do a second part where they couple attends the cousin’s wedding. What do you guys think? Also I’m new to writing for people but I’d love to do some requests! Let me know what you guys wanna see :D

- KK

#tomholland #tomhollandimagine #tomhollandxreader #tomhollandstory #imagine #marvelimagine #marvelactorimagine #thomasholland #spiderman

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noona-clock · 5 years

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I’ll Be Fine

Genre: College!AU/Fluff

Pairing: Jae x You

By Admin B

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, The Great Cookie Bake-Off

The first thing you did after swinging open the door to your dorm room was let out a long, very frustrated sigh. And then you flung yourself onto your bed, burying your face in your pillows and whining desperately.

“So,” your roommate chirped. “I’m assuming you had a good Thanksgiving.”

You rolled over onto your back, groaning as you did because you were simply exhausted. Drained of all energy. “Oh, yeah,” you replied sarcastically with a deeply furrowed brow. “Very good. I spent the entire time dodging questions about my boyfriend.”

“...You don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Exactly!”

Your roommate sighed softly, turning around in her desk chair to face you. “Well, I spent the entire week doing homework, so I guess we’re both outta gas, huh?”

“Holidays are supposed to be relaxing! You’re supposed to come back refreshed and eager and ready to get back to the grind! So why do I just want to go to sleep for the next ten hours?”

“Go eat something,” she suggested as she turned back around and began typing. “You’re like the embodiment of those Snickers commercials. You’re not you when you’re hungry.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, managing to sit up even though you truly could’ve laid on your bed for the rest of the week. “Come with me?”

“I can’t. I’ve got this paper to finish up.”

“I’m sorry, but being a Pre-Law major sucks. I don’t know what you got yourself into, but I’m glad I did not,” you said with a grimace. She was constantly writing papers and doing homework, and you were just too lazy for that life.

Your roommate shot you a somewhat sassy look, quirking her brow and pursing her lips. “Speak to me again when I’m making double -- triple -- the amount of money you are, Miss Education Major.”

You were about to snap back with ‘Well, I’ll be teaching our future and making a difference!’ But... she would also be making a difference as a lawyer, so... There went that argument.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “I’ll just marry rich.”

“You have to find a boyfriend first,” she reminded you cheekily.

“Okay, I’m leaving.”

“Wait! I think Jae is back already. You should ask him to go with you. I don’t think he’s ever said ‘no’ to a meal before.”

“This is true,” you murmured as you slid your phone out of your back pocket. You brought up your message conversation with Jae, typing out your question as quickly as you could. You’d just realized how hungry you actually were, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could wait to head off to the dining hall.

Jae must have been just as hungry as you because he replied back almost immediately.

“All right, see you later,” you sighed as you rolled off your bed and lifted an arm to wave goodbye to your roommate.

“Can you bring me back a slice of pizza?” your roommate asked quickly as you opened the door.

“Ya snooze, ya lose.”

“I’m not snoozing, I’m working!”

You cackled as you closed the door behind you, though both of you knew you would definitely bring her back a slice of pizza. You had a habit of pretending to be mean and uncaring when, really, you had one of the softest hearts. You would do anything for your friends.

Since Jae lived in the dorm next door, you figured he would meet you at the dining hall just across the street. It was the closest one, so why would you go anywhere else?

Lo and behold, when you walked into the spacious room filled with tables, you saw Jae already waiting at one of them.

“Well, well, well,” you announced as you approached him. “Pink hair. This is new.”

Jae was actually one of your roommate’s friends from high school; a tight-knit group of them had enrolled here together, so when you’d been randomly picked to be the roommate of one of them, you’d initially felt totally lost and left out.

But both your roommate and Jae had taken you in almost immediately. You got along extremely well with the both of them, and they’d actually become two of your closest friends over the past year and a half.

Jae quickly looked up at you, a somewhat embarrassed smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah... just needed a change.”

“I like it,” you grinned as he stood from his seat.

He murmured his thanks as the two of you headed over to the sushi station, collecting your trays and placing your orders.

“So, how was your Thanksgiving?” Jae asked, apparently deciding to get most of your talking done now as you were waiting for the chef to make your California rolls. I mean, honestly, once you both got started eating, your mouths would be too full to say anything, so it was just as well.

“It was awful,” you replied with an angelic smile. “My family wouldn’t get off my case about the boyfriend I don’t have.”

“Ouch,” he hissed with a shake of his head.

“Same. I mean, I don’t understand why they’re so concerned with the fact that I’m single. I’m only in my second year of college! I’m still very young! Wouldn’t they rather I focus on school right now?” You simply rolled your eyes before asking Jae in return, “What about yours?”

“Well, about the same. Found out Jamie was cheating on me, so I broke up with her.”

“Oh, my god!” you gasped. “Seriously?!”

Jae nodded, his lips pressed together in a thin line. “She’s been hounding me ever since, trying to apologize and get back together.”

“But you’re not having it?” you asked, clasping your empty tray to your chest.

“Nope. I mean, she did it once. If we got back together, there’s every chance she would do it again. I’m not gonna put myself through that.”

“...Are you gonna be okay?” you asked softly. After all, they’d been together since high school. It had to be rough.

“Yeah,” Jae replied with a nod. “I’ll be fine. Live and learn.”

You frowned, reaching out with one hand and putting it on his fluffy, pink head. You stroked his hair gently as you let out a soft sigh. Jae was one of the nicest, coolest people you knew. He didn’t deserve to be treated like that!

Just then, Jamie herself walked through the dining hall doors. She spotted you petting Jae’s head, obviously, because her eyes narrowed.

“Oops,” you murmured, quickly pulling your hand away.

“No, no,” Jae whispered. “Do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Pet my head!”

“Why --”

“Just do it!”

You reached out yet again, smoothing your palm over his hair and trying to look as sorry as you just had.

Jae’s eyes flitted over toward Jamie, and you saw she’d now pursed her lips and stomped off to another part of the dining hall.

“Oh, my god, I have an idea,” Jae said in a tone of slight awe.

“...What?”

The sushi chef handed over your orders then, and you thanked him before heading off back to the table Jae had occupied just a few minutes ago.

“Okay, this might sound crazy,” Jae began, sliding into the seat next to you. He leaned in, lowering his voice so only you could hear. (There was literally no one around you so it didn’t matter how low his voice was, but whatever.) “But I think it could work.”

“What could work?”

“Your family is going to hound you again when you go home for Christmas, right?”

You simply rolled your eyes in response.

“And did you see Jamie’s reaction when you were petting my hair?”

“Yeah...” Okay, where was he going with this?

“What if we pretend to be dating?”

“What?!” you cried. You immediately clapped your hand over your mouth because your voice had been a lot louder than you’d intended.

“What?!” you repeated in a whisper. “That doesn’t just sound crazy. That is crazy!”

“But think about it! I can visit you at home so your family will get off your case about being single. You can act like my girlfriend around campus where Jamie can see. Your family will shut up, and Jamie will realize we’re not getting back together and stop stalking me. We both win!”

The expression on Jae’s face made it clear he thought he’d come up with the most genius, fool-proof plan ever, and it was actually pretty difficult to say no to that face...

But you were going to, anyway.

“No way.”

“Are you sure?” Jae asked, looking awfully skeptical.

“Yes, I am sure! That would never work!”

He simply let out a sigh before grabbing his chopsticks and picking up a roll of sushi from his plate. “All right. But if you change your mind...”

“I’ll let you know,” you told him with a disbelieving chuckle. Because you were quite sure you weren’t going to change your mind.

The rest of your meal panned out in a very average way: you talked about your upcoming finals, what you wanted for Christmas, the latest Memes... y’know. Normal college stuff.

Thankfully, Jae didn’t bring up his crazy fake dating scheme again, though he did say, “And remember. If you change your mind...” when you parted ways at your dorm building.

You were still chuckling softly to yourself and shaking your head when you arrived back in your dorm room, prompting your roommate to swivel around and eye you curiously.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, man,” you groaned as you plopped onto your bed. You held out the to-go box with the pizza you’d grabbed for her on your way out, your smile growing when you heard her joyful squeal. “Jae -- well, first of all, if you didn’t know: Jamie cheated on him, so he dumped her.”

“I knew it! I never trusted her. Didn’t I say --”

“And he came up with this ridiculous idea,” you interrupted. (Your roommate had a penchant for going on preachy rants, and you’d learned to just stop her before she got started.) “I told him about my family, right? And he said we should pretend to be in a relationship to get my family to stop bothering me and to get Jamie to stop bothering him. Apparently, she keeps texting him wanting to get back together, but I immediately --”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” she mumbled, her mouth half-full of pepperoni, hot cheese, and freshly-baked dough.

You stopped talking mid-sentence, your mouth hanging open with your unspoken words.

“...I’m sorry, what?” you asked after a few awkwardly silent moments.

“It’s not! I mean, you two are friends, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You know each other, so it’s not like people wouldn’t believe it. And if it gets you guys both free from your demons... what’s the harm?”

“Uh... the harm is it’s weird?”

“It’s not that weird! You’re helping each other out! You like helping friends. You got me this pizza, didn’t you?” She held the box up with a very angelic look on her face.

“That is not even remotely the same. Getting Jae pizza and pretending to be his girlfriend are two -- I mean, you can’t even compare them. Apples to oranges.”

“Well, all I’m saying is, I don’t think it’s as crazy as you do. I think he’s right. It could totally work. But, hey, it’s not me who would be in the fake relationship, so...” She shrugged before shoving more of the pizza into her mouth and swiveling back around to face her laptop.

You were about to continue on with your argument, bringing up the fact you weren’t living in a Netflix movie or something. Pretending to be Jae’s girlfriend would only make it awkward between you two once you “broke up,” and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him!

But what was the point, really? Your roommate was going to be a lawyer. Whatever argument you made, she would be able to refute it and top it.

So you simply got out your phone and pulled up YouTube, preparing to watch a Vine compilation or five. Classes didn’t start until tomorrow, and you would start studying for finals then. Today, you would relax and de-stress from your Hell week at home.

Truthfully, you almost cried when your alarm went off the next morning.

You weren’t ready to get out from under your warm, cozy blankets. You weren’t ready to get dressed or brush your teeth. You weren’t ready to gather your books and put on your backpack and trek to class in the cold. You weren’t ready to sit in your seat for an hour and attempt to pay attention.

As much as you’d suffered over the Thanksgiving holidays, you were not that much happier being back at school - actually going to class.

You flung your arm out, grasping for your phone and pressing the ‘Snooze’ button on the screen. But rather than going back to sleep, you slid your phone off your side table and brought it up to your face to check your notifications.

Email, email, Instagram, Twitter, email, text from your mom, text from your aunt -- wait, holy crap.

The two messages from your mom and aunt were part of a group chat, one you had no idea you’d been added to, and as you scrolled down... you saw at least two dozen more messages.

You slid the notification over, opening the chat and navigating up to the very beginning.

The very first message was one from your cousin. She’d sent it last night after you’d fallen asleep, and the rest of your family had been responding since then, including this morning.

The message?

It was a picture of her left hand. With a ring on it.

A diamond ring.

Oh, fuck.

You thought it had been bad over Thanksgiving, but now that your cousin was engaged?! The questions and quips and remarks about your own love life would get even worse.

And you really didn’t think you could handle that.

You shouldn’t have to! Not over Christmas!

You slammed your phone back down on your side table before lugging yourself out of bed, sluggishly starting to get ready for class.

Unsurprisingly, you started off your day in a pretty foul mood. You trudged over to the English building for your first class of the day. You scowled as your professor lectured about archetypes and symbolism. You picked at your breakfast, barely touching it even though you were one to rarely ever skip a meal.

And then, as you were pushing your scrambled eggs around on your plate with your fork. you had an idea.

Well, not really an idea.

The more accurate term would be ‘you changed your mind.’

You stood immediately, picking up your tray and hurrying over to the kitchen window to deposit it. And then you weaved your way through the tables of chattering students, your heart racing and your mind whirling.

Within three minutes, you were standing in front of the door to Jae’s dorm, out of breath and knocking as gently as you could manage. You were kind of shaking, so you were finding it just a tad difficult to control your body right now.

As soon as the door opened, you made sure it was Jae answering - not his roommate, Wonpil - before blurting out, “Let’s do it.”

“...Let’s do what?” he asked groggily, his pink hair adorably mussed up. Lucky him with no morning classes.

“Let’s date -- fake date. I changed my mind. Let’s do it.”

Part 2

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