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punkfeathers · 2 years

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Merry Christmas @heterho! I was your secret santa for the @fyeahbnha secret santa event! You said your favorite characters are Todoroki, Uraraka and Bakugo, so I wrote you a little Christmas fic (you also mentioned you’re okay with humor, which is wonderful because it’s exactly what I had in mind for this trio in particular XD) I hope you like it!! ❄🎄❄

The Great UA Bake-Off

Wc: 2793

Genre: fluff, humor

Summary: Todoroki is assigned to bake Christmas cookies with Uraraka and Bakugo for a contest. While he’s happy just to spend time with them, his classmates are a little more competitive about baking than he bargained for.

“See? I told you!” Uraraka said, jumping up and down as she pointed at a flyer taped to the wall of the common room. “Mr. Aizawa must have known what a good team we’ll all make. We’ve got that prize money in the bag!”

Todoroki stared at the flyer. No – his eyes weren’t deceiving him. He’d read it correctly.

FIRST ANNUAL UA CHRISTMAS BAKE-OFF, it read. Underneath the title was a list of team assignments, with Todoroki’s name right up at the top.

Christmas cookies: Todoroki, Uraraka, Bakugo

The bake-off had been Yaoyorozu’s idea. She’d mentioned how they could use a fundraiser for the school’s less funded programs, like the General Studies course. And since Christmas was coming up, a bake sale seemed like a naturally good choice to get people’s attention. Aizawa was treating it as an optional assignment, but the whole class had immediately gotten caught up in the whole thing, and it was all anyone had been talking about for the past week – so he’d taken a head count of everyone who wanted to participate and divided them all up into teams in an effort to keep things organized.

It wasn’t supposed to have turned into a competition, but this was UA, after all. Everything was a competition, whether people liked it or not. Especially this time, since there was rumored to be a cash reward for whichever team baked the dish that ended up selling the most.

Hence the reason Uraraka was so fired up about it.

Todoroki nodded. “We will make a good team,” he agreed. If he was going to be working with his friends, then what could go wrong? “I’ve never made Christmas cookies before, though.”

“Don’t worry! It’s easy! My family’s never gone all out for Christmas before or anything, but there are tons of recipes on the internet we can use.”

As Todoroki considered this, wondering how to narrow their options down to just one recipe out of the countless options that the internet undoubtedly provided, Kaminari and Midoriya wandered into the common room. As soon as they noticed Todoroki and Uraraka gathered around the flyer, they walked over to join them.

“Oh sweet, the assignments are up!” Kaminari grinned. “Looks like we’re teamed up with Iida, Midoriya!”

Midoriya smiled, eyes wide with excitement as he read his team’s assigned food. “A gingerbread house? I’ve never made one before, but it sounds like it’ll be fun!”

Several more of their classmates walked into the room, some rubbing their eyes and still in their pajamas, others wide awake and already wearing their school uniforms. They all gathered around the flyer as soon as they realized what was going on, talking eagerly amongst themselves.

“Hot chocolate? Ooh, that’s a great idea!”

“Christmas cake! Sato will be great at that!”

“Jello?... man, I guess anything counts as a Christmas dessert, huh?”

As the conversation grew loud enough to fill the whole room, Bakugo walked in, hands in his pockets and wearing a scowl. He was one of the few people already fully dressed. “Why’s everyone being so loud?”

Kaminari turned to face him. “Dude, the bake-off assignments are up!”

“Bakugo, did you know we’re going to be baking Christmas cookies together for the contest?” Todoroki asked.

“What? No way!” Bakugo fumed. “Who put me with you?”

“Aizawa did,” Uraraka said. “We were just saying what a good team we’ll make.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched when he saw their names all listed next to each other. “Huh? No way am I teaming up with you!” He looked through the crowd until he spotted Kirishima. “Hey, Kirishima, come be on my team for the baking contest so I don’t have to work with Icy Hot!”

Kirishima walked over, looking confused. “What?”

“I said, team up with me! Your name’s not even on the list!”

Kirishima blinked. “Oh… I’m sorry, man, but that’s because I actually asked Aizawa if I could team up with people outside our class.”

Bakugo looked surprised. “Huh?”

“Yeah, I wanted to do something with Amajiki-senpai and Fat Gum. They’re both really good cooks!” He grinned, then his face fell when Bakugo didn’t stop scowling. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were gonna ask me, you usually sit stuff like this out.” He looked at Todoroki, who was still watching Bakugo expectantly. “But hey, it looks like Todoroki’s happy to work with you!”

“I think we’ll make a good team,” Todoroki repeated with a smile.

Bakugo’s eye twitched. “Ugh… fine! Just stop staring at me like that! And I’m in charge, understand?” He looked at the list. “What’s everyone else doing?”

“Midoriya’s making gingerbread houses,” Uraraka said.

“What? He doesn’t know the first thing about how to make a gingerbread house!”

“Do you?” Uraraka asked.

“No, but I’d be better at it than him!”

“Hey, don’t diss Midoriya, man. I bet he’ll make a great gingerbread house,” Kirishima said, patting Midoriya’s shoulder.

Midoriya flushed with embarrassment. “Oh, th-thank you! Me and my teammates will do our best! The important thing is that we’re raising money for the school, right?”

As everyone resumed their conversations concerning the bake-off, Bakugo pulled Todoroki and Uraraka aside.

“Listen,” he said gruffly, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was listening, “Since we’re obviously stuck together… neither of you believe all that stuff about this being a fundraiser, right? This is obviously a training exercise designed to test our teamwork skills, or whatever.”

Uraraka looked thoughtful. “I was kind of thinking that… but why have prize money for the winners, then?”

“That’s just to boost the ruse, obviously! I want to win, and you want that money, and Icy Hot…” He looked at Todoroki. “Uh… what is it that you want, exactly?”

Todoroki blinked. “I just want to bake Christmas cookies.”

“Whatever! This isn’t about the cookies, didn’t you hear me?!”

“So what exactly are you trying to say?” Uraraka asked, narrowing her eyes.

“I’m saying, if you want to win this thing, then let me take the lead,” Bakugo scoffed. “I doubt either of you even know how an oven works.”

“I know how a tea kettle works,” Todoroki said, but neither Bakugo nor Uraraka seemed to be paying attention to him.

The trio didn’t get a chance to start their project until that afternoon when classes were over for the day. Bakugo had said to meet him in the kitchen at six, so Todoroki and Uraraka showed up a few minutes early. Bakugo was already there, putting out bowls and measuring cups on the counter.

“Well, don’t just stand there! Get over here and help!” he snapped at them over his shoulder as soon as he realized they were in the room. They walked over to him, inspecting the ingredients already laid out next to the mixing bowls.

“So, what kind of cookies are we going to make?” Uraraka asked, grabbing an apron hanging on the wall.

Todoroki blinked. He hadn’t considered the fact that there were different kinds of cookies.

Bakugo growled and pointed to a recipe taped to the wall in front of him. “We’re making my mom’s recipe, duh!”

“Ooh, a secret family recipe? That sounds promising.” Uraraka rubbed her hands together, as if she could already see the prize money in her hands. “What do you think, Todoroki?”

“That sounds fine. I can repay Bakugo for the ingredients.”

Uraraka blinked. “Are you sure? Since it’s for a bake sale, we’ll be baking an awful lot of cookies.”

“It’s okay. I’ll just use my dad’s credit card,” Todoroki replied without missing a beat.

Bakugo scoffed. “UA’s gonna be reimbursing us anyway, you idiots! That’s why I did the shopping. You two wouldn’t know quality cooking ingredients if they hit you in the face.”

They got to work. Todoroki and Uraraka measured out the flour, eggs and sugar while Bakugo made the frosting, mixing a different drop of food coloring into three different bowls before separating them into piping bags. He hovered over Todoroki and Uraraka every few minutes, snapping at them whenever he thought they were doing something wrong.

“You have to put the extra flour back in the bag, you moron! Otherwise the dough’s gonna be too dry!” he growled, snatching the measuring cup from Todoroki’s hand and scraping at least a third cup’s worth of flour off the top.

“We could always add a little more milk to compensate,” Uraraka suggested.

Bakugo looked horrified by the idea. “Are you crazy? We’re trying to win a contest here!”

After a few more minor hiccups – most of them involving Bakugo’s extremely high expectations not being met, along with a small mix-up with the sugar and salt that almost caused them to have to start all over again – the dough was finally ready. Uraraka floured the countertop surface and rolled the dough out flat, then she and Todoroki cut out shapes while Bakugo used a spatula to carefully move them onto cookie sheets covered in wax paper.

“Your shapes look like crap,” Bakugo said, hovering next to Uraraka.

She rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you do it, then?”

“Fine, I will! I’m better at this, anyway!”

“I think you’re both doing a good job,” Todoroki said, helping himself to a spoonful of cookie dough as Uraraka and Bakugo snapped at each other.

Finally, the cookies were ready to go in the oven. Bakugo set the timer and they all collapsed onto the couches in the common room to wait until they were done.

“We could play a game or something while we wait for the cookies,” Uraraka suggested.

Bakugo grunted. “What are you, five?”

Todoroki looked around. “Looks like Midoriya’s group is here, too.”

There weren’t many people around, since everyone else was busy studying or working with their own groups, but Midoriya, Kaminari and Iida were all sitting around a table with what looked like a set of highly complicated blueprints in front of them.

“So if we use these measurements, we should have enough stability to stack two extra floors on top of the base structure, which means we could make a whole gingerbread model of UA!” Midoriya was saying, pointing at various spots on the blueprint.

Iida nodded, holding his chin in his hand. “But we’d also have to take into account the extra weight added by the frosting, which could cause the roof to collapse in on itself.”

Kaminari rested his head on the table, wearing a look of distress. “Guys, I thought you said this was gonna be easy?…”

“Don’t worry, Kaminari! We just have to do all the math to make sure we have the optimum amount of candy per gingerbread ratio, then you can put the gumdrops on the roof,” Midoriya said.

Kaminari looked like he was about to burst into tears. “Math?!”

Eyes wide, Bakugo suddenly leaped up from the couch and bolted back to the kitchen.

“Wha… hey! Where are you going?” Uraraka called after him.

“To make sure the cookies don’t burn! I can’t lose to stupid Deku and his freaking engineered gingerbread house!” Bakugo yelled furiously.

Uraraka and Todoroki exchanged a glance, then got up and ran after him.

Two days later, the day of the bake sale arrived. Everyone in school had been notified about it, so there was quite a buzz in the hallways as classes got out. The bake sale stalls were all installed in the courtyard where the summer festival ones had been, and despite the cold weather, the crowds were enormous. Each team from 1A were all busy handing out their wares: Sato, Shoji and Koda handed out slices of Christmas cake with strawberries and whipped cream, while Mina, Sero and Jirou handed out mugs of hot chocolate. Tsuyu and Hagakure had been put in charge of the Jello, which they’d decorated with colorful marshmallows. Meanwhile, Kirishima stayed busy cheerfully greeting people who came up to their stall while Amajiki stammered out thank-yous as he handed them bags of peppermint fudge. Fat Gum seemed to have left his interns to it - he was wandering around talking to everyone and buying food from every single booth. Midoriya and Iida looked distraught as they broke off pieces from their gingerbread model of UA.

“I forgot people were actually going to be eating this… we spent so long on the architecture…” Midoriya sniffled as Kaminari picked off pieces of candy and popped them into his mouth when his teammates weren’t looking.

Meanwhile, Bakugo glared at anyone who walked up to their table.

“Hurry up and buy some cookies!” he snapped. “Don’t you know professional quality when you see it?”

The student who’d walked up to them looked like she changed her mind. “Um… never mind,” she said, and hurried off to a different booth.

Uraraka turned on Bakugo, livid. “Bakugo! You’ll scare all our customers away like that!”

“It’s not my fault if they have no taste!”

“So help me, if you blow this chance for me to win that prize money…”

“Well, maybe people would be more interested in buying our cookies if Icy Hot hadn’t decorated them so weird!”

Todoroki looked at the plates of cookies sitting in front of them. He’d decorated them all to look like his friends, complete with an extra scowly facial expression for Bakugo’s. “I think they look nice.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched as he glared at his cookie doppleganger. “That looks nothing like me!” He looked over at Kirishima and Amajiki’s booth and smirked. “At least we’ll beat Kirishima’s team, though. No way is something as easy to make as fudge gonna win a baking contest-”

“Okay, everyone, the results are in!” Present Mic’s booming voice echoed over the courtyard. “And the winners are… Kirishima’s team!”

Bakugo’s jaw dropped. “Huh?!”

Even Uraraka looked surprised. “Wait, already?! I thought we weren’t going to be judged until the end of the day!”

“We’ve been asking everyone who bought a bake sale ticket what their favorite item is, and since we’ve surveyed all the guests, that means we’ve got enough for an official vote,” Aizawa said, sipping on a travel mug of coffee.

“Your cookies are okay, though,” Shinso said, standing next to Aizawa. He also had a thermos of coffee, eating a cookie shaped like Bakugo’s face at the same time. “Very entertaining.”

Bakugo launched himself forward, gripping the edge of the table with a snarl. “Stop biting my face, you extra!”

While Bakugo was busy screaming at Shinso, Uraraka groaning about losing even more customers, Todoroki wandered over to Kirishima’s booth, where everyone was congratulating him and Amajiki. Fat Gum had returned to the booth, too, and was helping hand out more bags of fudge to the increased amount of people.

“So what are you going to do with the prize money?” Todoroki asked Kirishima.

Kirishima blinked. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that! Well, I was thinking we could give it to the general studies course, along with the rest of the bake sale money… or maybe we could buy presents for the kids who come to the mall to see Santa! Me and Amajiki and Fat Gum volunteered there last year, it was really fun!”

Todoroki looked at Amajiki. “Were you Santa?”

Amajiki looked a bit startled. “N-no, that was Fat Gum,” he said, retreating behind his mentor. “Can I go now? There’s way too many people…”

Fat Gum patted his intern on the head. “Nonsense, a little exposure to crowds is good for you! You’ll have to do things like this a lot as a pro hero, y’know!”

Kirishima turned to Todoroki. “Hey, would you want to come with us? You could be an elf with me and Amajiki!”

Todoroki nodded. “Okay. I’ll see if Bakugo wants to join, too.”

Kirishima’s face fell. “Uh… well, I don’t know if Bakugo would really…” he began, but Todoroki was already walking back to his booth.

“Bakugo,” Todoroki said, “do you want to be an elf with me?”

Bakugo looked away from Shinso momentarily. “Excuse me?” he asked as Uraraka giggled.

“Do you want to be an elf? It’s a thing they do at the mall.”

“Do I look like an elf to you?!”

Todoroki blinked. “Well, you are shorter than me.”

Bakugo’s face contorted into a scowl. “You feeling lucky, Icy Hot? Call me elf one more time! Call me elf!”

Todoroki paused, then turned to Uraraka. “He’s an angry elf.”

Bakugo yelled and launched himself over the booth. As Todoroki ran through the courtyard with Bakugo hot on his heels, Shinso laughing in the background, he couldn’t help but smile. His team might not have won the contest, but together, they sure had managed to make this bake sale one of the best Christmas memories he’d ever had.

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irenerei · 4 years

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THING I HAVE NOTICED IN FALLIN’ FLOWER MV

The MV killed me in so many ways and I loved all the details and symbolism that tally with the lyric. It will be long so...

I did an short analysis of the lyric, can be found here

The MV killed me in so many ways and I loved all the details and symbolism that tally with the lyric. Too bad I dont have good pausing skills so please play the MV while reading this if you like.

The chains that holding back Hoshi and Minghao tally to lyric about hardship endured during summer and rainy days. Or, i personally would think the chains are actually roots. I mean trees are rooted right?

Minghao and Hoshi’s intimate dance, notice that Hoshi is stretching out like a branch while Minghao’s twisting upwards to signify growth

A flash of Minghao and Hoshi’s dance that they are on the ground look like struggling it maybe symbolise bud growing out from the soil.

Wonwoo chained, i will express this further in the wonhui moment later

Woozi with Color stripes? looks like he is an artist struggling to express what it is his ideal of beautiful. It tally to lyrics and his life as producer and songwriter (PS : Black hair woozi majestic af)

Also I noticed that they Woozi 2 items, paintbrush and camera. Both are art producing tools, does it signifies Woozi capable to play instrument, songwriting and dance and sing? I think so.

Joshua being caved in a room. And Joshua have band aid on his face with small flower stick to his cheek. I have 2 ideas on this.

1. Hoshi’s lyrics “Wound will heal and bud will grow”

2. If the MV is an AU of SVT, Joshua’s appearance might considered an mutant and then he locked himself away. Noticed how the room was all pieces that got shattered, he must have broken them to express his anger. To elaborate further, Joshua is the one of the foreigner in the group his culture is definitely different, who knows it tally to him struggling to fit in and worrying about if he is the weird one. In short, self doubt making oneself ignoring own beauty wtihhin (Chinaline are foreigner too but I am talking about East and West Culture)

Seungcheol one was *deep breath. Idk I resonated alot. I do know this MV was filmed before he took rest from his activities, but him with white cloths surrounding and covering him from surroundings symbolise his hardships as a leader so much to me. It’s kinda like packaging up yourself so that others does not see the fragile side or yours. Just because being fragile/ having mental illness/ being weak is not mainstream enough. Also SeungCheol with his lines tally to SVT enduring trainee hardships so that they could debut and meet us Carats.

DK’s scene. I am not sure about this, but notice he is standing at center and globes are circulating around him. I hope I am wrong it signifies loneliness alot to me. Yes i do have friends or people around me but they dont really understand me and does not see me through aka does not really see the beauty. Or what if the globe are not friends, rather than those online backlashing and evil commenting people?

Also DK scene seems to be the same set as Dino’s. what if globe are the hyungs? lmao. BUT in Dino’s scene we did not see globe

Or if we wanna bring it deeper SVT, DK = SVT = idol and the globe orbiting are normal civilians/netizen.

Vernon’s scene somewhat reminds me of Thanks MV when they are in a room doing makeup lol. Maybe its the color scheme. Notice that Vernon also have flower growing from his hand. Tally to Vernon’s Korean-American blood in him. So for now English speaking line have flower growing from their body parts. ALSO THEIR ROOMS ARE CONNECTED!!!! (Camera work or editing but omg)

Jun scene again i will express it during the wonhui scene. But to mention a bit, I am sure Jun = flower at this point. welp he is beauty he is grace XD.

Jeonghan being the angel chained was ommfph!!! I cannot wait for From of Therapy to react to this lol. I am think Jeonghan’s role in here is truly a fallen angel with his wings got vanished for some reason or whatever. So Angel without wings, still beautiful mainstreamly? Not quite. But still beautiful.

Mingyu on a plank with flowers around him. He is visual of the group after all do we need more elaboration?? lmao. But notice that the plank have noting to support on, its floating. So to me it kinda felt like South korea boy band industry rapid growth and such. His good looks of course is not going to stay or being talked as a topic forever. Visuals are not necessarily everything. OF course I am overeading on this but discussion are welcome.

Seungkwan scene, omg I cannot believe how simple yet beautiful it is. The message that I resonated was simple. As Seungkwan went through diet and exercise and health control with vitamins, I think he is admiring and has his own ideals of “beautiful”. He is holding the flowers dearly and also tightly, signifies his stubborn and dedication to be like the “beautiful= flower”

Ah mirror/reflecting glass, this is why I felt it is an aftermath of Fear MV. From Fear lyrics of fearing what I am, to embracing own beauty as flaw makes a part of it too. But the mirror thingy then turns to things for them to step. So, stepping your ownself/accepting your own self? i guess??

Mingyu having a flower shower is soft but rude af, also title callback

ALAS THE WONHUI MOMENT. So I mentioned Jun = falling flower/petals of sakura or other , so in my opinion Wonwoo = soil/ground. Notice that Wonwoo in earlier scene is holding to some dusts. For me it symbolise sakura/petals rot and turns to dust while the ground could only watch it fades away. Hence the whole Wonwoo’s angst acting on earlier scenes but when he saw Jun his expression got gentler. It is kinda like an annual rendezvous thing, “Hi! its been a year~!” “I told you I will be back again *smiles”

That is why i felt it is a lowkey Wonhui fic, well played.

Them boys all gathering as one symbolise they got out of their shell (their respective scene = shell) and embrace beauty, making a LARGER PICTURE OF BEAUTIFUL. yes I am implying SVT = BEAUTY here.

In short our boys are all beautiful entities, and thank you destiny making them gathered together to be as one group.

I hope I did not miss anything, but if I do, its open for discuss.

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darkpoisonouslove · 4 years

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30 Days of Fanfic (Days 1-10)

I saw this and thought it could be fun but since I was already a few days behind and a little all over the place, I decided to do them in batches of 10 questions. So here are the first ten days!

Day 1 - How did you get into fanfic?

- How did you first get into writing fanfic, and what was the first fandom you wrote for? What do you think it was about that fandom that pulled you in?

I don’t really remember how I got into fic anymore. It was my best friend that dragged me into it and I just... started reading?

The first fandom I wrote for was PJO. I have always loved Greek mythology so I just decided to... go for it. I never finished that fic, though (probably for the best as the ideas were awesome but the execution - not so much)

Day 2 - What fandoms have you written in?

- Name the fandoms you’ve written in, how much you’ve written in those fandoms, and if you still write in them.

That one isn’t so hard as I haven’t written in a lot of fandoms. Here are the ones that I have written in (in order of joining):

Once Upon a Time - 41 fanfics (I do have one collection that I need to finish in this fandom and tons of ideas but while I haven’t officially left the fandom and abandoned the fics, I am not really active there anymore. Which is a damn shame considering how many things I had planned for it. I don’t really feel the inspiration currently, though, but I haven’t given up on it completely.)

Fairy Tail - 8 fanfics (I mostly join any of the annual weeks for different ships in this fandom. I do have some ideas but I haven’t found the motivation for them yet. Even if a few of them were really cool and I loved them a lot.)

Winx Club - 86 fanfics (This one is my most active fandom currently. I do still write in it and I hope that will hold true for the foreseeable future as well.)

Lucifer - 1 fanfic (that was more of an experiment and I don’t really plan on writing more there)

Day 3 - Favorite characters?

- For each of the fandoms you have written in, what were/are your favorite characters to write? Why were these characters your favorite? (Can be main, side, established, or original!)

Um, okay. Let’s see.

Once Upon a Time - Regina Mills was my favorite character to write because I was mostly interested in her and I could see a lot of similarities between us. I wanted to explore more of her and her relationships with the other characters.

Fairy Tail - I don’t think I really had a favorite character to write here. They were all sort of... hard to get? And I haven’t written nearly enough of anyone to be able to pick a favorite.

Winx Club - I want to say Griffin but I think I might love writing Valtor just a tad bit more. At least at the moment. Maybe it is that he is more emotional and impulsive and I can get behind that and know how to write it? I also related a lot with some things about him and other times it is simply fun to write him when he is being an asshole. But there’s also a lot of emotional stuff to explore there. I don’t really know. I just love writing him.

Lucifer - Uhh... I only really wrote two characters from there and from them Chloe Decker was certainly the one that was easier so I chose to write my only fic from her PoV. I love the characters on the show but I don’t think I get them enough to write them that well yet so I am not pushing to do it.

Day 4 - Muse/special character?

- Do you have a ‘muse’ character(s), that speaks to you more than others, or that tries to push their way in, even when the fic isn’t about them? Who are they, and why did that character(s) became your muse? Are they a canon character or an OC?

Did I mention Valtor? Man, talk about trying to write something that he doesn’t sneak in. The few fics that I was actually focusing on other characters didn’t suffer from this but a fic that has Griffin inevitably brings out the need to at least mention Valtor in it as well. I have had to actively restrain myself from bringing him in a couple of times when I really wanted to write about anything else other than their relationship. I guess that is my muse. XD Not one of them separately but the two of them together. I am having all the feelings about them. Let’s leave it off here because I will get too many feelings otherwise.

Day 5 - Envisioning characters?

- Do you have techniques you use to help you visualise a character, such as picrews, faceclaims, moodboards, or fanart? Have you commissioned or created art to go with your fics, or provided references (picrews, faceclaims etc) for readers or yourself?

I am the worst at envisioning characters. I think it might be because I am trying to get in the mindset of the character so if I am in their head, I can’t see their appearance. (Maybe I should try writing with a mirror nearby. XD) I do make aesthetics but their purpose isn’t that much to help me envision the characters. I mostly avoid the envisioning part by focusing on emotional things and if I absolutely have to write descriptions, I try to keep it minimalistic. I have done sort of a picrew thing for my original characters but not for any fandom I’m in. A friend of mine made an illustration for one of my fics but it was after I wrote it and she actually used what I had managed to envision already to paint the thing. Envisioning characters is not my strength and I don’t even know how I function as a writer despite that.

Day 6 - Gender Preference?

- When you write, do you have a gender preference for your protagonist and/or the rest of the cast? Is it the same or different from your own gender? Do you feel your own gender is well represented, and how do you go about accurately portraying genders different from your own?

I couldn’t care less for the protagonist’s gender. I write the story from the PoV that is best for it. I try to focus on the personality of the character rather than on any other characteristics.

Day 7 - Fic affecting your view of a character?

- Have you ever had a fic you’ve written change your opinion of a character? Or has a fic you’ve read changed your opinion on a character?

Probably only... every fic I’ve ever written? I mean, as you write, your vision on the characters develops and, essentially, changes. There have certainly been fics that have made me reflect more or in a different way on an aspect of a character and have led me to change my view of that character in a way. It is kind of the point of being in a fandom and reading other people’s fics, I’d say.

Day 8 - OCs

- Do you write OCs? And if so, what do you do to make certain they’re not Mary Sues, and if not, explain your thoughts on OCs.

I only write OCs when the story demands it as it demands positions that the existing characters can’t fill for whatever reason. Or when the person has existed in canon but was never introduced on screen (as in someone’s parents that we never saw). I am not a fan of OCs because I go to fanfiction for the characters I already know and love. If I wanted completely new characters that I am unfamiliar with, I would turn to original fiction. I was fascinated with the characters I saw on the screen/in the book and I want to know more about them and the relationships between them. I am not interested in what OCs can be made in that world.

Day 9 - Favorite pairings and your comfort zone

- What are your favorite pairings to write in your fandoms? Have you ever gone outside your comfort zone and written a pairing you liked, but found you couldn’t write, or a pairing you didn’t like, and found you could?

I’m just gonna talk about Winx Club because it is my only truly active fandom.

Griffin x Valtor is my OTP. I love them to death and have so many ideas about them.

Now as for pairing that I like but can’t write, I don’t think I have ever encountered such. In this fandom at least. (Maybe in Lucifer Deckerstar is a bit too hard to nail.)

Pairing that I don’t like but can (kinda) write must be Icy x Valtor which I did write on request and that particular concept was actually very fun to work with. I wouldn’t say it has “converted“ me or something, however.

Generally, I stick to what I like. I might try my hand at writing a pairing that I am curious about but I don’t like to waste my time on ships I don’t like.

Day 10 - Writer's block and procrastination

- Have you ever experienced writer's block or an impeded ability to write? How do you tackle a loss of motivation or executive function, and/or how does procrastination hinder (or help) you?

I don’t really think I’ve had writer’s block once I started writing consistently and not once every two months. I have had certain ideas that needed more time to get ready for being written but I never really stopped writing. I have had days when I was too mentally exhausted to write but the solution to that was to just step away for a while and let my brain rest. The problem wasn’t truly in the writing so with some time to recharge my batteries, I was back on track.

I mostly force myself through loss of motivation telling myself that I have too many awesome ideas that I will never be able to write if I don’t just get to it. And I always work on what I am feeling like tackling right now. Even if it isn’t necessarily what I would’ve wanted to work on.

Executive dysfunction can be a bitch. It is hard to get past it and I don’t think I really know how I do it.

Procrastination is probably the hill I will die on because I am too nervous to get to the next one. I don’t really have a tried-and-true solution for it as I am usually aware that I am procrastinating and yet, I can’t stop doing it and make myself be productive. Usually what gets me to drop it and start working is the itch to write and the feeling that I will literally explode if I don’t write. So I think it is that the desire to just write something whatever that may be defeats the fear that it will suck and I finally manage to get to it. I am just too excited about my projects sometimes. XD

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A Very Pines Christmas

Merry Christmas guys! This is my gift for @bookoftheworm, it’s from the prompt “Character A doesn't like Christmas that much. The other characters try and make A have fun.” I didn’t know who to write about until my sister suggested Pacifica and I really loved that idea...

This got like...really freaking long, and I really wanted to sketch something for it but seeing as this is almost late as is I just went with the fic xD

Ao3

I also drew a picture for this fic (but like the very end so I recommend reading it first xD)

Pacifica stared at the boxed of unwrapped gifts. She had gotten everything she wanted, and more. Toys and fashion products, dresses she knew she would be expected to wear in the future – despite some of them looking a little less than comfortable. But that is what was expected of her, and she knew that. Such was her life.

There was a knock on the door and she looked up to see Lester, the butler.

“Pardon me miss, but your parents are leaving.”

“Right…I…I’m coming.”

A few minutes later, after many reminders of “follow our instructions” and “we don’t have service so don’t try to call us unless it’s an emergency” and then they were off on their yearly Christmas vacation. In the past, Pacifica had gone with them, but this year they were going to an ‘adult only’ resort. Plus they said Pacifica was “plenty old enough to be at the mansion with the staff.” So, they had hosted their annual Christmas ball early and Pacifica had opened everything early.

As the car disappeared, Pacifica tried to figure out what she was feeling. Part of her was happy that all of the charade of fanciness was over with, but there was still a pang in her chest. Christmas had never been very fun – at least not after she realized the presents she got only left her wanting more – but now she felt even lonelier than before, even though her parents rarely hung out with her when they were here. At least now she wouldn’t have to put on a show for the holidays…

Light snowflakes fell, all of which Mabel tried to catch on her tongue, despite it making her face colder than it already was. That was the fun of snow after all, letting your face get all frozen so you could warm it up with hot chocolate later.

“Five in a row, yes!” Pumping her fist in the air, Mabel heard Dipper’s laugh beside her and she glanced over to see that he was trying to stay as warm as possible by hiding his face in his scarf.

“Come on bro bro, you should try it out!”

“I’d rather keep my nose unfrozen, the Shack is still a good ten-minute walk from here.”

“Pfft, unfrozen noses are overrated, you’re totally missing out.” As she spoke, Mabel stuck out her tongue again, catching another flake on it. As she did so, the bag full of supplies swung in her hand. This morning she may or may not have polished off all of the grunkle’s marshmallows and seeing as you couldn’t have snow or Christmas without marshmallows, a quick stop to the store had been in order. Of course, Grunkle Stan had offered to drive them, but snow was such a rarity in California that Mabel had insisted on walking instead, though she supposed if it started snowing any harder it might get a little less fun.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dipper shake his head, but from the crinkle of his eyes she could tell he was smiling behind his scarf. She grinned back, only to let out a yelp as the wind blew a snowflake right onto the back of her neck – which was one of the few parts of her that had managed to stay warm so far.

“Brrr, wind that wasn’t very nice!”

“You know it can’t understand you, right?” Dipper asked, as he pulled his scarf tighter around his neck.

“And how do you know that? There might be wind spirits that are listening RIGHT NOW!” Yelling the last words at the grey sky, Mabel was greeted with another gust of wind that sent a chill down her back. “See?”

A chuckle shook Dipper’s body, but then he shrugged. “It’s not impossible I suppose, and if there were any, Gravity Falls would be the place for them.”

Pleased with his acceptance of the possible spirits, Mabel continued walking forward, trying to ignore how cold her nose really was. It wasn’t that much further after all, and it was fun, just a little…chilly, that’s all.

“What are you two doing out in a snowstorm like this?”

Having been so caught up in her conversation with Dipper, Mabel hadn’t noticed the limo that was driving down the road until a familiar voice sounded from it.

“Pacifica!” Once upon a time, Mabel wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing Pacifica, but after a rocky start and two adventure filled summers, she very much considered her a friend. “We are just enjoying the cold.” As she spoke, she spun around in the snow, grinning.

“One of us is at least.”

Mabel heard Dipper, despite it being mumbled, and she grabbed his arm. “Oh come on, Dip Dop, you liked it when we left the Shack!”

“That was before it started snowing. And I had just had hot chocolate too.”

“And we’ll have more when we get back!” Mabel said, holding up her bag. “With all the marshmallows.”

“You know…”

Pacifica’s hesitant voice stopped Mabel as she swung the bag in front of Dipper’s face – which he had been batting away while laughing. Turning to look at their friend, Mabel tilted her head.

“Yeah?”

“I might be able to give you a lift to the Shack…if…you wanted?”

Mabel opened her mouth to answer, but Dipper beat her to it.

“Yes please!”

A small laugh escaped Pacifica, and she rolled up her window only to open the car door a second later. Another gust of wind ruffled Mabel’s hair and she shrugged. It was kind of cold.

Crawling in the car after Dipper, Mabel closed the door and was met with hot air blowing right on her face.

“Oooo, that does feel good,” she said as she stuck her face right against the vent.

“I thought you liked the cold?”

Mabel swatted at Dipper while trying to not move her face and was met with laughter. “I like heaters too, stupid.”

After his laughter died away, Dipper spoke again. “So, Pacifica, what are you doing for Christmas?”

That instantly got Mabel’s attention and she pulled away from the heater. “Are you going to bake cookies? Or have a fire? Or decorate your tree with all of the popcorn you can find?!? Or-“

Dipper nudged her side, effectively distracting Mabel long enough for her to see the apprehensive expression on Pacifica’s face.

“I…no. My parents left for a vacation so we…already celebrated I guess.” Pacifica shrugged as she spoke, but she didn’t make eye contact, a sure sign that something wasn’t right.

“Wait…” Mabel stared at her for a moment as her words sunk in. “…so you aren’t going to be with family on Christmas?”

Another shrug. “No, but it’s fine. I mean, we already had our big Christmas party and that’s when we really celebrate anyway. I’m used to it…it…it’s fine.”

“Nope!” Mabel blurted out, getting both Dipper and Pacifica to look up at her in shock.

“That’s not acceptable. You can’t be alone on Christmas. You are coming over.”

“What?!?” Dipper and Pacifica said at the same time, which resulted in them looking at each other for a second, as if wondering why they kept reacting in the same way.

Turning to look back out the window, Pacifica sighed. “It’s fine, really. I don’t really like celebrating that much anyway.”

“WHAT?!?” Mabel screamed so loud, the driver swerved on the road. “HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS?!?”

Staring at her with wide eyes, Pacifica hesitantly answered. “I mean, it’s just about the presents and the parties – fancy parties to be more specific.”

Jaw dropping, Mabel took a deep breath, ready to lay out just what Christmas was really about, when she was interrupted by Lester – Pacifica’s butler that she had gotten to know last summer.

“Here we are, the Mystery Shack.”

“It’s really storming now, you guys should go.”

“But-“

A hand rested on Mabel’s shoulder and Dipper smiled sadly at her, he seemed resigned to the fact that Pacifica simply didn’t like Christmas.

“Go on, it’s really storming.” Pacifica said, trying to shoo them out.

But Mabel wasn’t going to give up. Turning to look at Pacifica, she locked eyes with her. “Christmas morning, eight o’clock. You’re not gonna be alone on Christmas.”

“I-“

This time, Dipper was the one to interrupt. “It couldn’t hurt…right? And,” he glanced at Mabel, “You really don’t want to argue with Mabel when she’s made up her mind.”

There was silence for a moment, then a sigh. “Fine…”

A grin broke out on Mabel’s face and she opened the door, letting in a wave of snow and wind. “Great, see you then!”

Then she grabbed Dipper’s hand and dragged him out of the car, ideas already forming in her head. She was going to do everything in her power to make sure that Pacifica absolutely loved Christmas after this year.

One upside of not having parents around was getting to sleep in. Normally, Pacifica was expected to get up at seven every day, with only the rare exception here and there. But now she could sleep in as much as she wanted. Or at least she thought she could.

Pacifica had just curled back up under her covers – her body automatically waking up early per habit – ready to get another two or three hours of sleep when the doorbell rang.

“What the-?” She muttered, not wanting to move and reasoning that Lester would get it. She could go back to sleep, right?

Wrong. A few seconds later, the sound of feet running towards her room reminded her of her agreement to go to the Shack to celebrate Christmas. An agreement she regretted as soon as Mabel ran into her room, a grin lighting up her face almost as much as her light filled sweater lit up the walls.

“Merry Christmas Pacifica!”

Blinking her eyes against the bright lights, Pacifica glanced over at the clock by her bed and squinted at the time - 7:30. “I thought you weren’t supposed to get here until eight?”

“Wellll, that was the plan, but then you’d miss out on mom’s famous Christmas waffles! Come on, she was already starting on them when we left!”

“We?” Pacifica couldn’t help but ask as she reluctantly pulled off the covers and rolled out of bed. Despite wanting to sleep more, she couldn’t help but be a little curious as to how other people celebrated the holidays. Especially the Pines. Knowing them, it would be beyond strange but also...probably pretty fun.

“Yup! Grunkle Stan drove me and Dipper here, but Dipper is still half asleep, I think him and Grunkle Ford stayed up talking about nerd things.” When she spoke, Mabel rolled her eyes, but the sparkle in her eye hinted that she didn’t mind her brother’s interests at all.

“Alright, just let me get some warmer clothes on.” Walking to her closet, Pacifica started rummaging through her coats.

“Oh! I almost forgot!”

Jumping at the sheer volume of Mabel’s voice, Pacifica quickly looked over to see what all the fuss was about.

“This is for you!”

Mabel had untied a sweater from around her waist and was holding it up, a grin on her face. It was a light blue sweater with a Christmas tree on it, only instead of a star, there was a llama on top of it. The whole thing screamed Mabel, but Pacifica couldn’t help but feel touched as she accepted the gift. Had Mabel made this in the past two days just for her?

Guilt crept into her chest as she realized she didn’t have any gifts for anyone.

“I’ll leave you to it! But hurry!”

Before she could reply, Mabel had bounced out the door and Pacifica was left staring at the sweater. Glancing at the pile of gifts in the corner of the room, she wondered if she could regift any of them, but she doubted the Pines would like any of them. Biting her lip, she tried not to think about it as she pulled on two layers of pants, a white longsleeve and then the sweater. To finish it off, she grabbed some of her favorite snow boots and a jacket, if yesterday was any indication she would want them, along with a festive beanie. It clashed with the blue sweater but her parents weren’t there and it was kind of nice not to worry about looking amazing.

Saying a quick bye to Lester, Pacifica followed Mabel out into the snow, where Stan’s old car sat in the driveway. As she climbed into the back, Pacifica couldn’t help but remember the first time she had ridden in the car. It never felt the safest, and it wasn’t particularly warm, but it was cozy in a way that the limo never was.

“Seat belts.” The familiar voice of Stan sounded from the driver’s seat.

“Never unbuckled mine.” Dipper’s sleepy reply came from the front seat as Pacifica buckled her seat belt.

“Kid you gotta stop staying up late, you’re as bad as my brother.”

“At least he’s not eating his shirt!” Mable piped up, which seemed to instantly wake Dipper up.

“Mabel!” For a brief second, he looked at Pacifica, his face flustered in embarrassment, then he quickly looked forward again before mumbling under his breath. “I don’t do that anymore…”

“Sure you don’t…” Mabel winked at Pacifica which resulted in her trying not to laugh.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, or as uneventful as a car trip could be with the Pines. Which meant they skidded on the road about five times, pointed out strange shapes in the snow, all while Mabel played jello in the back and Stan sang a song that Pacifica didn’t recognize at all but he insisted was a Christmas song.

As the car pulled up to the Shack, Pacifica felt her excitement for the day growing, despite her uncertainty of what to even expect.

“We have returned!” Mabel yelled as she kicked the door open.

“Just in time, waffles are ready!” A woman that Pacifica could only assume was Mabel and Dipper’s mom said as she poked her head around the corner.

The waffles, it turned out, were just regular waffles - though they did taste quite amazing - but with just about any topping you could think of. Marshmallows, chocolate syrup, caramel, fruit candies, actual fruit, syrup - maple and strawberry flavored, toffee bits, whipped cream and about a dozen other things Pacifica couldn’t name.

It was without a doubt the most sugary breakfast Pacifica had ever partaken in, and also the messiest. Whipped cream somehow ended up in Dipper’s hair, and Pacifica’s hands were sticky with syrup by the end. But all in all it was quite delicious not to mention a far cry from the posh breakfasts she was used to. Teasing and jokes with mouths not being closed all the way, food being thrown across the table. It was a little cringe worthy, but also...fun.

“Best breakfast ever!” Mabel declared as she took the last bit of her overindulgent sugar tower of a waffle.

“The best breakfast would actually consist of more protein and not half as much sugar-”

“Oh can it Poindexter, sugar beats your ‘healthy’ meals any day!” Stan said, cutting off Ford before he could finish, which resulted in rolling eyes and punches that had no real anger behind them.

“Now time for presents!” Mabel said, jumping off of her chair.

“Not yet.” Mrs. Pines pointed to the table. “We need to clean up first.”

“But mom!” Mabel pointed to Pacifica. “We have a guest!”

Glancing at the table, Pacifica couldn’t help but be reminded of a few of the messy tables that she had cleaned up at Greasy’s Diner. Granted, this was worse but the familiarity of cleaning sounded nice. “It’s fine Mabel. I’ve learned a few cleaning tricks from the Diner, we’ll have this cleaned up in no time!”

For a moment, Mabel looked skeptical and Pacifica caught a wordless conversation between her and Dipper. Then Mabel sighed. “Okay, but then presents!”

The table turned out to be even stickier and messier than Pacifica had anticipated, but with the help of some homemade cleaner invented by Ford and a lot of scrubbing and soap, it turned out to be quite doable, and more fun than expected. But maybe everything with the Pines was just that way, they could make mucking out a stall a blast.

“I wonder what this tastes like…” Mabel said, holding up a pile of bubbles created by the cleaner.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Pacifica said, staring at Mabel as she ignored the advice and shoved some bubbles into her mouth, only to spit them out a second later.

“NOPE! It doesn’t taste like pine needles at all!”

“You didn’t like pine needles when you tried them either.” Dipper managed to say through a laugh as Mabel rinsed her mouth with water.

“This was worse…” Mabel said, sticking her tongue out as if trying to keep any of the taste from entering her mouth again.

“Yeah, soap isn’t really...meant to be eaten,” Pacifica said, grabbing a paper towel and handing it to Mabel. “Rub your tongue on this, it should help.”

Mabel accepted it and aggressively started rubbing her tongue on it, which was quite amusing to watch.

“How did you know…?” Dipper asked, his mouth turned down in a confused frown.

Pacifica waved her hand, feeling a small prickle of embarrassment settle in her stomach. “I know things.” As much as she liked the Pine twins, Pacifica wasn’t super keen on telling them that as a kid she had tried to eat a fancy looking bar of soap.

“Blegh! Remind me never to do that again…” Mabel said, then her face lit up. “Now, PRESENTS!”

Mabel grabbed Dipper and Pacifica’s hands and dragged them into the living room, where a rerun of At Home By Yourself was playing and the adults were talking.

“Attention everyone!” Mabel shouted, earning an amused look from everyone in the room aside from Stan, who looked downright approving. “It is now time for GIFTS!”

Pacifica didn’t know what she had expected as she sat down, but never in her wildest dreams did she expect to get presents herself, and yet, Mabel - who was running around placing everyone’s gifts at their feet - had placed four packages on her lap. And she couldn’t help but stare at her gifts while everyone else tore open their presents.

There was no method to the gift opening, everyone seemed to be opening up gifts at the same time and yet there were “thank you’s” and screams and hugs for every gift opened. Pacifica found herself watching, comparing it to the complete order of her Christmases where everyone took a turn to unwrap a present carefully and fold the paper before the next gift was opened. She much preferred this version.

“REALLY?!?” Dipper’s excited shout momentarily stopped everyone in their tracks and they all looked over to see Ford nodding.

“What?!?” Mabel asked, trying to grab the letter from Dipper, but he clung to it.

“Grunkle Ford is going to show me around the multiverse!”

There was silence for a moment.

“The…what?” Mrs. Pines asked at the same time her husband asked “Is that safe?”

Ford raised up his hand. “I assure you, it will be safe. I know the multiverse quite well, and it will only be for a day or two.”

The Pines parents didn’t look convinced, but Dipper was grinning from ear to ear.

“Can we go next summer?!?”

“If I can find a stable rip by then, but seeing as me and Stan have found quite a few in our travels I don’t think that should be a problem.”

“I don’t know if you’d call those stable rips…” Stan muttered under his breath, but there was a smile on his face. Pacifica had never known any old people as keen to adventuring as Stan and Ford, but it seemed to fit them quite well.

“Pacifica, you haven’t opened any of your presents!”

Mabel’s exclamation shook Pacifica out of her thoughts.

“Oh...right!” Looking at the pile of presents, Pacifica grabbed the biggest one and carefully started unwrapping it.

“Not like that!” Mabel said, “Rip it!”

Dipper laughed and shook his head. “Let her do it how she wants to, Mabel.”

Glancing at the package, a mischievous smile grew on Pacifica’s face. She hadn’t torn open a gift in years...grabbing a corner of it, she torn it.

A few seconds later, she was pulling out a familiar looking sweater, a llama stitched on the front. It must have been altered since Weirdmageddon a year ago, because it looked like it would actually fit her despite having grown since then. Pacifica still remembered returning the sweater and quietly wishing she could keep it, and now it was hers.

“I made a sweater for everyone else on the wheel, so I figured you should have one too.”

Looking up, Pacifica saw Mabel grinning at her and she returned the smile. “Well, it doesn’t match any of my other clothes...but I don’t care. My parents are going to hate it but I love it.”

“Now, open your other presents!”

And so the gift opening continued, though everyone else had already opened most of their gifts. Aside from the sweaters - two if you counted the Christmas one Mabel already gave her - Pacifica also got some advanced sort of hair curler/dryer/straightener. Apparently Ford had made one for Mabel and she thought Pacifica would like one too. It was pretty nice seeing as it didn’t need to be plugged in and did everything in one. Dipper gave her the first book of “The Sibling Brothers” mystery books, which was obviously worn from having been read many times, but she didn’t mind too much. And lastly, she got a bag of cookies and treats from the Pines parents. It wasn’t much. Compared to all of the presents from her own parents, they were all laughably cheap, but Pacifica didn’t care. She loved them all.

After the last present was opened, Mrs. Pines once again instructed them to clean up, but this time it was quite fun, even more so than cleaning the table. They had a wrapping paper fight and tried to see who could throw the most balls of paper into the trash can, along with some cardboard roll fights - how the rolls got mixed up in it, Pacifica didn’t know, but she didn’t mind it at all.

“Score!” Mabel yelled as the last ball of paper thunked into the trash can. And as soon as she spoke, Mabel flopped on the floor.

“I think they wore themselves out.”

Pacifica heard Mr. Pines speak, but she didn’t look up from her own spot on the floor. After staying up last night, getting up early, and cleaning up, she was starting to feel quite tired.

“We’re not tired, we could totally take on a gremloblin right now,” Dipper mumbled from his collapsed state against the couch.

“I don’t even want to know what that is…” Pacifica said, closing her eyes and trying not to yawn.

“HOT CHOCOLATE!”

Mabel’s shout jolted Pacifica out of her tired daze. “What?”

“That’s what we need, hot chocolate!”

“I’m too hot for hot chocolate.” Dipper wiped his head as he spoke. How he could be so sweaty even in the winter was a mystery.

“Sounds like you kids need to cool off.” Stan grinned and the next second, he had picked up Mabel who immediately started laughing and trying to squirm out of his grip.

“Nooooo!” She squealed as Stan grabbed Dipper too, who let out a yelp.

A spurt of energy rushed through Pacifica and she quickly followed after Stan, who had run out the door, though she grabbed her jacket as she did so - the twins weren’t so lucky.

Upon stepping outside, Pacifica saw all three Pines in the snow, laughing and throwing chunks of snow at each other. Grabbing a bit with her gloved hands, Pacifica threw a ball, which hit Dipper right on his back.

“Hey!”

A mischievous grin grew on Mabel’s face as she heard Dipper’s shout. “SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

And then snow was flying everywhere. After the fight inside, this one didn’t last very long, especially after Dipper and Mabel started shivering from their lack of thick coats, but it was still far more fun than snowball fights should be.

“Oh y-you are g-going to p-pay for t-that.” Mabel’s voice chattered as she aimed a poorly shaped snowball at Stan. It missed spectacularly.

But then a second later, another snowball hit Stan smack in his chest and send him to the ground.

“Alright, who did that!” Stan sputtered as he sat up.

Glancing over, Pacifica saw Ford standing on the porch, holding up his hands and pointing to Wendy, who Pacifica hadn’t noticed was there until just now.

“Wendy!” Mabel and Dipper spoke at the same time as they rushed forward to hug her.

“You guys know you are supposed to have coats when you play in the snow right?” Wendy asked as she returned the hugs.

“It was G-grunkle Stan!”

“Hey, you said you were hot.” Stan brushed off his coat as he stood up.

“And now they look like they are about to freeze,” Ford said and nodded towards to the shack. “I smell some hot chocolate in there, might help with that.”

There was a rush to the door and a few minutes later everyone was snuggled around the fireplace with a mug in hand. Pacifica had added a few marshmallows to hers, but hadn’t put in nearly as many as Mabel.

The rest of the day blurred by. They drank hot chocolate, played with presents, and ate a few too many cookies. Wendy had to leave before supper, which was a shame because it was delicious. Pacifica had never had traditional Jewish food before, but it was amazing and quite the change from the turkey she was used to. Before she knew it, the sky was dark outside and she felt a buzz in her pocket.

Pulling out her phone, she saw a text from Lester.

‘Shall I come and pick you up, miss?’

Glancing up at the cozy room, Pacifica felt a small stab of sadness. She didn’t want to leave yet, but then again she was pretty tired.

She was just starting to type a reply when Mabel’s voice sounded right next to her head, making her jump.

“You can’t leave yet!”

Blinking her eyes to clear away the shock, Pacifica shook her head. “It is getting late though…”

Mabel pouted next to her, looking genuinely sad, which only made Pacifica feel worse. It wasn’t like she wanted to leave.

Then Mabel gasped and grabbed Pacifica’s arm. “Why don’t you spend the night?!?”

“Wait, what?” Dipper asked, looking up from him game of Dungeons, Dungeons and more Dungeons that he was playing with Ford.

“It’ll be great! You can sleep in the attic and-”

“Oh no, I’m not staying in the attic for another sleepover…” Dipper said quickly.

“It wasn’t that bad…” Mabel started, but Dipper just looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“We swapped bodies for the whole day and Soos almost got eaten, yes it was that bad.”

Mabel opened her mouth, but didn’t seem to have a response.

Feeling very confused and awkward, Pacifica tried for a smile. “It’s fine, I don’t mind going home now. I’ll just text Lester and-”

“Wait. What if you sleep down here, Dipper?”

“Here? In the living room?” Dipper asked, putting down the dice that he was about to roll.

“Yeah, you talked about how it’s so cold in the attic anyway!”

“Well…” Dipper glanced at Pacifica, but she couldn’t read his expression. Then he shrugged and smiled. “I guess that could be fun.”

“You really don’t have to-” Pacifica started, but was cut off by Mabel.

“Then it’s settled! We can drop you off at your house tomorrow after the best sleepover ever!”

There was no arguing with Mabel. After texting Lester back, Pacifica was dragged upstairs where her and Mabel made a makeshift bed out of a bunch of Mystery Shake blankets and pillows because according to Mabel, Dipper’s bed was far too sweaty for anyone else to sleep in.

The rest of the night was more relaxed than Pacifica would’ve expected, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Mabel braided her hair - and she tried to return the favor but she was used to other people doing her hair so it wasn’t...great, but Mabel didn’t seem to mind. Then they ate more cookies and talked about school - Mabel filling her in on some of the cute boys at her school and Pacifica grumbling to her about how confusing math could be. Which resulted in Mabel offering to video chat with her or Dipper any time she needed help and also reassuring her that if she really needed it, Ford would be happy to help as well.

Pacifica didn’t know when she fell asleep. One moment she was talking with Mabel, and the next she was being shaken awake.

“Pacifica come and see this!”

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Pacifica saw Mabel looking at her upside down, a grin on her face.

“I already got a picture but...come on!”

Before Pacifica could reply, Mabel had grabbed her hand and started dragging her out of the attic and downstairs, leading her to a room she had never seen before.

Inside, there were piles of books and papers, with all sorts of equations and craziness written on them, but that’s not what Mabel was pointing at. In the corner of the room was a bed, where Ford was asleep, Dipper on his chest, both of them totally conked out.

“They must have been nerding out again,” Mabel whispered.

“They probably stayed up till three again.”

Pacifica turned around to see Stan, who hadn’t bothered to lower his voice.

“Well we didn’t do much better.” Mabel winked, and Pacifica froze.

“Wait, how late did we stay up?”

A shrug. “Don’t know, but it was late. My internal clock is never wrong!”

“What about the time you were sure it was only nine when it was really one in the morning?”

A groggy voice sounded from the room and Pacifica glanced over to see Dipper looking at them, bags under his eyes.

Mabel waved her hand. “That was a one time thing.”

“Suuuure…”

An hour later Pacifica looked out the window as the snowy landscape passed by. They had eaten breakfast - leftover waffles, cookies, and any other food you wanted - and then Pacifica had climbed into Stan’s car again, this time Mabel sat in the front seat.

“You okay?”

Pacifica hadn’t realized she had been frowning until Dipper’s voice spoke next to her, almost drowned out by Mabel’s excited chattering in the front.

“Oh...yeah...I’m fine.”

There was no reply, but Pacifica could feel Dipper’s eyes studying her, which only made the sadness in her chest grow. Letting out a sigh, she resigned to the fact that sharing it would make her feel better. And Dipper always had been a good listener.

“It’s just...getting to celebrate Christmas with you guys was...really fun…”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Well, yeah...but, I know it’s not going to happen again. Next year my parents will drag me off to another vacation or throw presents at me again and expect me to just...play with them all day. Alone. I’m not going to have another Christmas like this ever again.” As she spoke, Pacifica felt tears build in her eyes, but she quickly tried to wipe them away.

Then a hand rested on her shoulder. “Hey, no Christmas is ever quite the same - you should’ve seen the year when I was so sick I couldn’t move. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be fun. Maybe…” Dipper paused for a moment, as if trying to figure out how to phrase his next words. “Maybe you could ask your parents if you could change things up a little?”

It sounded nice, but doubt filled Pacifica’s chest. “Maybe…”

“And if not, maybe me and Mabel can convince our parents to let us come again next year. Or you could always visit the Shack. Stan and Ford don’t mind visitors half as much as they pretend to and if Soos is here next year I’m sure he’d love to help you celebrate too.”

Dipper smiled at her and Pacifica found herself smiling back.

“Thanks Dipper.”

So maybe her parents wouldn’t be up to change, but...even if they said no, she wasn’t entirely alone. Maybe, just maybe, Christmas could be fun again.

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