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thisgirlsophia · 1 year

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HC’s for Bernard the Elf dating a Sweet!Reader

(gifs not mine)

I wrote this all the way back at the beginning of August during Summer vacation and just waited till now, since Bernard season was back

CW: GN! Reader, Pure Fluff

You two are complete opposites. You being the upbeat, positive, sweet one. Him being the sarcastic, grumpy, overthinker one. But opposites attract! You do occasionally have a few sarcasm battles with each other though.

Him being 2 inches taller than you.

I feel like he only uses nicknames when it’s just the two of you. Ex: Love, Sweetheart, dear, darling, (very simple but sickly sweet).

You use a few sweet ones too, but you also like to make fun of him sometimes so Mr. perfectionist, and grumpy it is.

If you use a sweet one in public, he will get embarrassed.

“I told you not to use that in public!”

You smile and laugh mischievously.

“Seriously, this is a work environment! Be professional!”

You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Whatever you say sweetie.”

You walk away leaving behind a blushing annoyed Bernard.

Having snowball fights.

Him winning and you insisting it was a tie.

Making snow angels together.

Sitting by the fire and cuddling while drinking hot chocolate.

Ice skating together. That boy is one great skater.

You help him have more fun.

Stealing his hat (Doesn’t matter if it was on or off his head).

“Hey Y/N, have you seen-”

He didn’t even bother trying to get it back, you just looked so adorable.

Oh, and when you see him genuinely smile or laugh for the first time-

“Hey, love?”

Bernard waves his hand in front of your face.

You were just so lovestruck!

“Oh! Um I just never thought- you should do that more often.”

Being close with Charlie.

Coming with Bernard whenever he visits him.

Charlie looks up to you two.

He was so happy when you two got together.

And Bernard was so embarrassed-

Calming him down when he gets angry.

“It’s okay Bernard, we can figure it out together.”

You give him a comforting hug, linking your arms around his waist, leaning your head on his collarbone.

He hugs you back, puts his head in the crook of your neck, and sighs.

Kisses are full of love and adoration.

Him letting you play with his curly hair.

You two have definitely kissed under the mistletoe before (Scott & Charlie 100% had something to do with it).

Maybe when you two were just friends you only gave him a kiss on the forehead.

(Probably really blushes whenever you kiss him on the forehead, since it reminds him of that moment).

But when you became a couple.

You two had the sweetest most beautiful kiss ever!

Scott/Santa thinks you are one of the best things that have happened to Bernard.

He’s less uptight and seems to be happier at work now that you’re in his life.

When cuddling, if you are facing each other, your head will be in his chest and his head will be on top of yours.

Holding you like the teddy bear you are <3

If you’re spooning he’s most likely the big spoon.

But sometimes when he’s had a rough stressful day *cough* Curtis bugging him.

He loves for you to be holding him.

It’s very comforting and gives him the hope that tomorrow will be better.

Getting him to take breaks (ones that are longer than 5 minutes lol).

And possibly a vacation.

Might take a lot of an effect but it will be worth it.

“But Bernard-”

“No! Too much needs to be done!”

“Christmas is 360 days away! Can’t you spare 15 minutes?”

“I-”

He looks down and sees you with pleating eyes, and a small pout.

“Fine.”

You smile wide and you give him a great big hug.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

He blushes and smiles ever so slightly.

He always tends to over work himself.

Sometimes he falls asleep in his office.

You'll come home and he won’t be there.

So, you head over to the workshop and open his door.

You find him slumped over his desk with his pen still in his hand.

You smile and walk over to him, removing the pen from his grasp.

You slightly nudge his shoulder.

“Bernard honey, you can finish that in the morning. Let’s go home.”

You make him eat a little bit of dinner before he goes to bed.

He falls asleep in your arms <3

You just care and love this elf so much, and as stubborn as he may be you wouldn’t want it any other way.

I really enjoyed writing this at the time, so I hoped you enjoyed reading them.

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ssadumba55 · 1 year

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Break (Bernard the Elf x Reader)

Request: Ok I've been brainstorming an idea for Bernard and ok here's what I got ok Reader is Santa's introverted kid and them and Bernard are in an established relationship and he's like the reader's emotional support so they follow him everywhere like an introvert dragged to a party but they would totally back off if he told them to

A/N: @fo-babes I believe this was your request ;) just in time for the holiday season and some new Bernard content next week. Part 1 of your birthday one shots. No matter how retired I am on this blog, I'll always room to post for you. This blog brought us together and I don't know what I'd do without you in my life, you've kept me sane this year when nothing else would. Here's to another 19 years of life for you, hopefully that I'll be able to tag along for! I wouldn't rather be anywhere else. Also, yes you did make me that gif I used of Bernard. Thanks!

“Make sure the painting gets done before Santa gets back or he’s going to freak out. Nice work though!”

Bernard stood up straight from where he’d been bent over, assessing one of the many jobs that needed to be done in the workshop. Christmas was still, thankfully, a ways off. Just over 100 days to be exact, they had time to perfect every little thing before it came. He was in good spirits today. There was a lot of time to get things ready and Santa was out, visiting the Millers, leaving him to run the workshop on his own.

He loved having Santa around, but sometimes it was nice to have him gone so he could keep all the elves on task.

Another reason for his good mood was the lack of Curtis, the keeper of the handbook. Normally he was attached at Bernard’s hip, talking his ear off and giving him a splintering headache. Today, however, it seemed he decided his talents would be better used elsewhere. Bernard was grateful for that, he began to continue on his way.

In Curtis’ place, was you. Santa’s eldest child, you’d made the move to the Pole with him when he came to stay here full time. Your relationship with the Millers from what he understood was rocky, you rarely left the Pole with your dad to visit. The only way you would come was if Charlie, your little brother, specifically requested your presence.

He wished he understood why. Laura and Neil had been a little too much when he’d encountered them, but they were generally harmless. In his opinion, at least. Santa enjoyed spending time with the family so that had to account for something.

He wouldn’t pressure you to tell him, though. Some things were just better left unsaid.

When Santa was gone, you always hung around him, even if you hated being around the workshop. The alternatives were hanging out with the other elves or sitting at home with Carol, who you were still getting used to and neither were super appealing to you.

Bernard had noticed when you first arrived here that people (or elves) were not your thing. In the beginning, being around anyone but Santa and Charlie would immediately cause you to shut down. He had been determined to win over both the Calvin kids, and his persistence was eventually rewarded tenfold. The two of you ended up becoming close friends, then later a couple. Everyone was really surprised you warmed up to him, none moreso than your father.

He felt extremely blessed to be in the fortunate few who got to see the real you.

You huffed behind him as he walked to the next table. The long hours in the workshop were starting to get to you, he knew. But there was no way you were going to leave, unless he told you to and he wasn’t about to force you out of the comfort that being near him brought.

He did feel a little guilty though, this was probably very exhausting to endure and he wasn’t about to be finished any time soon.

He smiled apologetically back at you as he bent down to oversee the teddy bear fluffing.

While he offered his advice, your gaze wandered around you to the bustling around you to get work done. The amount of elves here made your head spin, back in the regular world being in a place like this would be something you avoided, of course, you had to date a guy… an elf… who worked in one of the busiest places in the world.

“... we can go somewhere quieter.”

You came back to your senses when you realized Bernard was talking to you, his hand gently went up to rest on your forehead. You leaned into the touch, bringing yourself back to reality as his concerned eyes searched your face.

“I’m fine, you have work to do. You can’t leave the workshop,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. Soon dad would be back and then you could spend more time with Carol without feeling awkward. You could make it until then, but Bernard didn’t seem convinced.

He set what he’d picked up from the work table in his other hand back down, patted the elf seated there on the back and turned back to you. Taking your hand, he pulled you along with him to the front doors of the workshop.

“Bernard, what are you doing- you have work and dad-”

Stepping out into the cool air where there were less loud noises and bustling immediately calmed you inside. You still felt tired from the long exposure but at least your senses weren’t being constantly inundated with new stimuli.

He pointed to the edge of the little North Pole village. “Do you remember when we grabbed cocoa and snuck out here while Santa was busy being distracted by a mess Curtis made? And you still wouldn’t talk to me so I did most of the talking?”

You did remember that day. Back in those days, Bernard often looked for moments to steal away with you. He had been so determined to spend time with you, it didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest that you weren’t too keen on making friends. It had been a huge shock for you, so used to the people back in Lakeside. Back there, if you weren’t super extroverted and talkative you just kind of fell to the wayside.

You had never told him but you’d been super bummed that day, it was one of those rare days where you wondered if moving to the North Pole was a good idea. You missed your brother and weirdly, your mother and Neil. It had been a shock to find yourself missing them, considering you’d always been closer to your dad. During the divorce, you’d taken his side which had stung your mother. The relationship ever since had been rocky, but you knew she still wanted the best for you.

Sneaking out for cocoa with someone had been exactly what you had needed that day.

“Yeah. And dad found us hours later. He dragged you back to work, I’ve never seen him so annoyed with you,” you laughed as the two of you began a leisurely stroll.

His cheeks turned slightly red, as he looked away. “Not one of my brighter moments, I’ll admit. I’ve never had a Santa lecture me like that in the thousands of years I’ve been working here.”

There was comfortable silence between the two of you for a few moments after that as you thought about what he’d said and wondered why he’d brought it up.

“The next time we talked, you spoke to me for the first time outside of forced, curt introductions. I was ecstatic, I think getting in trouble really broke the ice.”

“I felt bad for getting you in trouble. After all, you only suggested leaving because you noticed I was getting uncomfortable in the workshop. And dad shouting orders wasn’t really helping. I felt like I owed you something,” you kicked the snow, smiling, “you just did it again. Risked your spot, even though dad’s not here, to comfort me.”

He looked at you. “It was worth it then and it’s worth it now. You’re worth it, I mean.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, not knowing what to say. After all, everyone here knows Bernard is proud of his position as Santa’s Head Elf. To hear him say he’d risk it any time for you, is a little surprising.

The shock must’ve been apparent on your face because he suddenly stopped walking. At his side, you stopped yourself from walking forward abruptly not expecting the sudden stop. The stop made you lose your balance and he reached out to steady you, realizing that he should’ve warned you vocally before randomly deciding to stop.

“Are you surprised?”

“To hear you’d prioritize anything over work? Surprised is an understatement. I know I can be a little much, especially when dad’s not around-”

Bernard nudged you with his shoulder. “You’re not a little much. You just need time and patience, the best things in life do.”

Your face heated up at his words, it was hard sometimes to be the way you were. To struggle with speaking to people, to fight the urge to isolate yourself from everyone. You had always assumed that was a burden to everyone around you, even the ones who managed to crack your hard shell.

To hear Bernard speak as if it was just perfectly normal…

“We should go get cocoa! On me!” You broke the weird mood that had temporarily settled over the two of you and before he could say anything, began to pull him along in the direction of the nearest spot for cocoa.

He let you drag him.

Sure, there were a lot of things about you that other people might find annoying but seeing you in moments like this made it all the worthwhile. He rushed to keep up with your pace, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he caught up with you, no longer needing to be dragged.

You smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat.

He needed to take breaks more often.

#bernard the elf x reader #bernard imagine #the santa clause imagine #gender neutral reader #disney imagine #happy birthday luis!!!!#I love you so much

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neils-weenie-whistle · 1 year

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if you’re writing could you do an enemies to lovers with bernard!!!! I have yet to see one and i love your writing i think it would be sosososososo cool but don’t feel pressured ok love u byeeeeeeeee

Mistletoe

Bernard the Elf X GN! Reader

A/N: It's more of a one sided enemies to lovers but it was fun to write anyway! Hope I did it justice anon!

Elves are inherently cheery beings, it’s hard to be upset or grouchy when you live at the literal North Pole surrounded by the cheeriest season of the year three hundred and sixty five days a year. Sure, they get upset sometimes, even angry but it was very rare to see an elf in a persistently bad mood.

You didn’t think your mood was persistently bad, it just got significantly worse when he was around. The he being, Santa’s Head Elf, his right hand man, Bernard. There was a justifiable reason, you wouldn’t just hate an elf without a reason! He had beat you out for the Head Elf position, long ago before your current Santa had taken the role. Maybe it wasn’t a very good reason to hold a grudge but getting that job had meant the world to you and to add salt in the wound, he was now technically your boss.

It seemed the healthy rivalry that had gone on before either of you had the position had morphed into something else entirely.

He seemed to take pleasure in rubbing his victory in your face as much as possible, every chance he got. Assigning you to jobs no one else wanted to handle, hovering to make sure you did everything… it was like he was intentionally trying to peeve you. Then he had the audacity to pretend like he wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary.

Maybe it would be less annoying if he actually admitted he was doing something wrong… Okay it wouldn’t. But it would be nice for him to do it anyway.

The whole point of this to say if there had ever been a friendship between the two of you, and there hadn’t been much of one, it had been stomped out by Bernard’s position and the way he used his position to make your life a living hell.

“I could’ve sworn there were more gumdrops on this side of the house,” you pointed to one side of the gingerbread house you and your fellow elf, Ginger, were looking at. She frowned and began counting the candies herself, nose wrinkling as she did so. You liked when the two of you got paired together. She wasn’t close enough to be considered a friend, but she understood you and she was one of the few elves who didn’t try and make you talk about Bernard.

“No… They’re the same.” She finished her count, crossing her arms and sticking to her guns. There was no way she was right, you had just counted. They had been uneven when you’d counted and you doubted that had changed in the minute it had taken her to recount.

You opened your mouth to point this out when an annoying voice spoke. “They’re right, you’ve got too many on the left side, Ginger. You counted one twice.”

It was Bernard, he had a clipboard in hand and he didn’t even look up from it when he said this. You let out a hiss of annoyance and he rolled his eyes.

“Pleasure to see you too, (Y/n). Since Ginger has it covered here, maybe you can help on stuffing duty.”

“Actually I-” Ginger began but she was cut off by your scoff of indignation.

“She just counted the gumdrops wrong! Twice!”

“Stuffing!” Bernard looked up from his clipboard and you slammed the piece of gingerbread you were holding down on the table. The sound drew the attention of everyone in the kitchen area of the workshop, but you were too upset to notice.

“You’re always putting me on the boring jobs! Why can’t I stay here and help out? I never get to work in the kitchen!” Your ears twitched slightly, but it seemed like Bernard couldn’t even be bothered to give you the time of day. He was already walking off, not waiting to hear your crazy outburst.

Something in you snapped as you stalked over in your pointy shoes and grabbed him by the arm.

“Have you got a problem with me or something, Head Elf?”

He was surprised by you, but the surprise was quickly washed away by the slightly irked expression on his face. “I have work to get done, (Y/n), this can wait until later-”

“No, no it can’t! I need to know!”

You realized at this point you were becoming a little hysterical. The elves around the two of you had stopped working to stare, if there was something that elves liked more than working for Christmas, it was gossip between other elves.

Bernard seemed to notice this fact to. He barked at the others to get back to work and, pulling his arm free of your grip, guided you to a secluded corner of the workshop where prying eyes wouldn’t be likely to see.

“I don’t have a problem with you, now can you let me do my job in peace.” He snapped, once the two of you were in private. You crossed your arms over your chest, funny for a guy with no problem he seemed to be quite bothered.

“Then stop assigning me to the bad jobs.”

He huffed. “You burnt down the kitchen last time you were in there.”

“That was 300 years ago, let it go. I have grown and matured as an elf.”

“Right, because yelling at me and causing a scene in the workshop is so mature.”

That was the last straw, you tackled him to the ground and yeah, maybe it wasn’t a smart idea to tackle the Head Elf but the only thing you were thinking about was how annoyed you were with him. The two of you wrestled on the ground for a solid three minutes before you were being pulled apart, a group of elves had assembled clearly having heard the scuffling and someone must have alerted Santa to the issue because he was holding onto the collars of both you and Bernard’s shirts.

“Alright, alright, settle down. What is this all about?” He asked, looking between the two of you. To Bernard, he added, “I thought you were better than this, come on, you’re the Head Elf. Act like it.”

The Head Elf smoothed out his shirt and adjusted himself, clearly slightly embarrassed that he’d not only been in a scuffle but he’d been caught in one. He didn’t seem to have anything to say for himself, opening his mouth to attempt to explain what happened but falling short.

You realized that it was your chance to spin this in a way that looked good on you, maybe even get a promotion to Head Elf as the current one seemed to be crumpling under pressure. It was almost too perfect of a chance but as you collected your thoughts, a pit formed in your stomach, almost like the feeling you get when you eat too much gingerbread.

“It wasn’t his fault, Santa. It was mine. I tackled him.”

And yeah your ears and cheeks were tinged with the familiar heat of embarrassment, especially when the big boss gave you that pointed look but at least you’d done the right thing and told the truth.

Santa let you off with a warning. It was too lenient considering this wasn’t the first time you’d gotten in trouble with him but you decided not to look a gifted horse in the mouth and let him return to his duties, the rest of the elves dispersed as everything interesting had ended. It was time to get back to work, that meant stuffing duty for you.

Bernard was already back to his own job, almost like nothing had ever happened in the first place. What a relief, the two of you wouldn’t have to have an awkward conversation about it after all.

Stuffing bears sucked, it was mind numbingly boring, but you probably deserved it as punishment for tackling Bernard. In retrospect, you shouldn’t have let what he said get to you so badly. Maybe it just stung because all those years ago you felt like you were overlooked for the Head Elf position because of your lack of maturity.

You hadn’t seen Bernard all day, which bummed you out. You’d actually planned on apologizing to him the second you did. Hate him or not, he was still Head Elf and his job was to be respected by all the other elves. Today, you’d practically made a mockery of him in front of everyone.

The Head Elf, however, did not make another reappearance that day. Or the next. The next day after that you saw him at a distance, but it was clear he was trying to stay away from you so you left him to his own devices. On day 6 of stuffing duty, though, you were painfully bored and had to see if there was a way you could get switched somewhere else.

He was cheerfully overseeing some other elves’ jobs when you approached, not seeing you until you were already within conversational distance. He backed up a little, an uncertain look on his face.

“You’re not going to tackle me again are you?” He asked and you winced. It wasn’t your shining moment.

“No… I came to see about a reassignment. And apologize. Because that was really out of line of me, I know you didn’t like me and it was frustrating but I shouldn’t have taken it out on you and I’m really sorry-”

Bernard blinked as you spoke. “When did I ever say I didn’t like you?”

You could feel your body becoming hot with embarrassment again.

“I- Well, I just assumed because of our rivalry for Head Elf, and you always give me the lame assignments and you’re always hovering-”

It was his turn to be embarrassed and his face really flushed, it was funny in all the time you’d known him you’d never seen him so flustered.

“Aw, come on. We both know that rivalry was just for show. I never really hated you.” He waved you off. “I assign you to do that stuff because I know and trust you’ll get it done, you never let me down. As for the hovering, I hover over everyone!”

His voice raised a pitch as he finished the last part and he coughed clearly embarrassed by his voice crack. You blinked.

“Bernard…”

“(Y/n)?”

“You’re bleeding…” You pointed to his hand that he’d somehow let rest on one of the sharp parts of the toys that he’d been overseeing. He looked down surprised and smiled sheepishly, hurrying off before you could say anything else. That had been strange to say the least. As he nearly disappeared, you realized you’d never gotten that reassignment and hurried to follow after him.

In the Elfimary, Bernard sat, trying to wrap his own hand while muttering about how much of an idiot he was.

“Do you need some help with that?”

You gently took the bandages from him and began to slowly wrap them around his hand. Neither of you said anything, but the closeness was making Bernard’s head spin. He had always had a crush on you, but he’d never done anything about it. How could he? He’d dashed your dreams of becoming Head Elf and afterward it was clear you never really favoured him.

Not to mention you tackled him. That showed perfectly well where your feelings lied regarding him.

He met your eyes as you finished wrapping his shallow wound.

“Bernard? About that reassignment…”

Ah. Right. He was still at work, he still had a job to do. “Yeah, I’ll find somewhere else to put you. Sorry.”

Your hands were still holding his wrapped one, the two of you just sitting there staring at each other. Before you could respond or pull away, he leaned forward to press his lips to yours, using the last swells of whatever courage he had.

He tasted like peppermint and hot cocoa, a popular diet up here at the North Pole. You suspected you tasted the same as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

At first it was shocking, but as the kiss deepened and the two of you let it happen, you realized that maybe the spark for this had been there all along. You’d just been avoiding it because you wanted to believe he was your enemy.

“I’m really sorry, I should not have done that without asking,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.

You laughed breathily. “I owe you one for tackling you. Kind of wish I’d done this sooner instead.”

“You don’t still hate me?”

Some part of you was still a little upset with him but you shoved that part of you away, reaching up to cup his face.

“After that? No way…”

“We’ve got to get back to work..”

“Blame it on the mistletoe.”

If nobody could find the two of you for the rest of the day because you were kissing in the Elfirmary, then that was your business.

#bernard x reader #bernard the elf x reader #the santa clause imagine #bernard the elf imagine #gender neutral reader

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