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Tis the Damn Season

Chapter Five- Santa Baby

Hello, I took a couple weeks, because life can be busy, and mine is changing, but here is a little 🎁!

Thanks to @dirtystyles, she’s the real gift!

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm sorry, but what?"

It was all she could think to say. Emma hadn't heard from Harry in months. In August he had sent her a random picture of him in a collar with long hair. She knew he had chopped his hair months ago, it had caused an internet flurry and was one of the few times he'd emerged from hibernation. She might be miffed that his year-off apparently didn't include visiting her. Not that she had asked him to.

She'd never ask.

Emma might also be incredibly miffed that he had cut off his glorious hair. She'd rocked herself to sleep many a night thinking of the way it felt trailing ver her chest, then stomach, in the crevice of her thigh. The crunch and silk of it between her fingers when she got it between her fingers at the end of that path or when he was rocking her to sleep.

Thinking about his hair usually made her hot for him, and thinking of it gone made her nostalgic, and a little mad. And that was when the memory was fresh and jot months old.

In any case, she wasn't feeling very soft for him, and that was a sexy question. She definitely wasn't feeling wet for him.

She had just walked out of class on a freezing cold day before she was ready for it to be this chilly, and she had to ride her bike. Her class was on individual contribution to global crises. Emma was the first to point out that individuals were not the true climate change culprits, but every bit helped. She just wished she'd ridden one of the clean energy buses today. Today sucked.

"Your teeth are chattering Emma, you outside?" she made an affirmative sound and he wisely knew better than to wait for an answer after that. He'd set up this mood, after all. "Sorry, came out wrong, it was meant to be funny." Harry had an apology in his voice. It was like the first knead of a dough, but he had a long way to go. "Anyway, what I meant is, I'm Christmas shopping, and I was thinking about what you might like, was gonna get you a jumper, and I think I have an idea of your style, but wanted a little guidance, I'd hate to buy you something and have you hate it—"

"Harry, take a breath!" She could feel that smile he had a way of bringing to her lips, despite herself. She really wanted to be upset with him, but seemed he'd proved himself, or distracted her at least.

Emma can't quite get a full grasp on why she's irritated with the phone call with him. She's not sure what she expected. They never had a conversation about it, about how they are just a little holiday fling. She's never even had a summer fling, so she doesn't know the rules but she assumes that they are not supposed to repeat year on year. Least not without some progress or a defining conversation where they decided on not a relationship. He was confusing. He'd been so happy to have a bit of extra time with her, she'd thought he might be in touch more, with his seemingly abundant free time. She's wanted him to be in touch more. But he hadn't.

She'd heard from him less than ever.

And now he was buying her gifts and making her smile. Damn him.

"I'm breathing, promise." He sighed. "I just could tell I'd pissed you off, and I don't want to. I've been thinking about Christmas, and well, I'm excited."

"I'm excited too. Holidays are exciting." Emma is not going to read into that. He's excited to be with his family. He's Christmas shopping for everyone. This is not about her, them.

There is no them.

There is no them, except between Christmas Eve and New Years. And that is purely physical.

These are the things she repeated to herself when she was sad, waiting for him to call or text. Sad from how he dragged himself from their pub bed saying he'd miss her and be in touch and then wasn't. His sweet nothings were like when people signed your yearbook K.I.T. She knew you weren't supposed to take those yearbook signings seriously, but he'd said it, not written it below some picture of him. That counted more, right? Than a picture? Those were cheap, especially of him; there were pictures of him everywhere, Emma was also upset that none of them looked like the real life him. Just a shade of his actual beauty.

She wanted to see him now. She missed him though she shouldn't.

Just over a month now until Christmas. And a busy one at that. She had so much data to sift through from the summer and a presentation she was basing on it was her culminating project. It would also make an early start on her field work come summer. Those things, academic, important things were her focused her life's work. Not delicious Harry Styles and his sweet holiday nothings.

"Yes, especially when I get my favorite for Christmas." Harry said bringing her back to the call they were on.

The meaning behind those words were a bit harder to ignore. All she could get out was "Oh?" Then she rolled her eyes at herself and cleared her throat and said, "Your mum's Christmas cake?"

He chuckled. "I am fond of that cake, I think I put on two stone last year from how much I ate. And she sent me home with one!"

Emma almost called bullshit on that. He'd expended all those calories, she'd been the apparatus.

She took a breath to speak, and he cut her off. "I don't mean the cake, anyway, I mean you: you're my favorite thing to have at Christmas. The best gift."

What was she supposed to say to that? Another eloquent oh? Instead she said, "Your favorite thing?" Playful offense on the word thing.

"Oh hush." He laughed. "You're my favorite, Emma. In case you want to be obtuse and miss my point. I'm very excited to see you."

She breathed in. All she could manage to reply with was "Me too."

She meant it, but as they got off the phone after setting up their usual tryst and a special meeting before the party to exchange gifts, she couldn't help but wonder if he did. If what he said was true, why the radio silence?

The gift on her lap on the train was large and ostentatious. She didn't have a ton of money for the it, student life, but her recipient was a millionaire, so she'd gone all out on the wrapping paper.

It was a frog in a Christmas hat, the motif on the paper. Emma remembered when she and Gemma had called Harry "frog boy" and he'd been mortified. But it had also found its way into their private rooms. Not when he was inside her, that would be weird, but when he looked up at her and grinned, all dimples and no teeth from where he likes to make her stomach a pillow.

How "Froggy" had become a term of endearment, she didn't know. The moment she'd seen the cute froggy in his holiday rig on the overpriced paper, she had stopped what she was doing, parked her bike with no lock, and popped in the shop.

She then had to find something to put in the paper. He'd been shopping for her this year, in October, and he'd said he was at the shop and she'd seen pictures of him hauling bags out of Gucci. That was not intimidating at all.

They had exchanged small things in years past. Harry had started it, he'd given a cookbook a friend recommended the year she went vegan. Then the next year he'd donated in her name to a clean air initiative. She'd just picked up odds and ends she thought he'd like, like a 100% recycled journal one year and a glass bottle set for his gym runs the next.

This year, she'd racked her brain, but she'd eventually found the perfect gift to fill her frog paper. She was getting better at this. He was entirely too good at it, and he was a quick learner. She'd been underwhelmed with the flowers he sent the first year and had explained that cut flowers made her sad. It seemed a waste to kill something for its fleeting beauty. Harry had nodded thoughtfully.

The next flower he sent was a gorgeous orchid, it arrived once she was back in Amsterdam and came with instructions. That first orchid had started a trend and between his gifts and her own new interest, her flat was looking very jungle esque.

Emma was always very excited to see him, but this year, after his call, there was more anticipation and preparation. If he was going to be ready for her, she would be ready for him.

She got a fresh haircut and trimmed her bush. The thrift store was kind to her, and her new Christmas jumper was perhaps less ugly than flattering, but that was ok with her. She particularly liked the way it lay over the skirt she'd planned to wear to the Twist's annual todo.

Her flights had been uneventful and her mother was elated and doting. Emma found it much more tolerable this year. Maybe she was just in the spirit, or maybe she'd been away from the village and her family long enough to actually miss them.

She definitely missed Harry.

He, predictably, had texted that his flight was delayed and he was trying to make arrangements, but he might not even make it in time for the party.

"I'm doing everything in my power to get there tonight. If I can't make my mother's party, but arrive tonight, can we meet? I'll call the inn."

"Yes." Was all she texted back. She found she was mourning their kiss beneath the mistletoe, and that he might miss her outfit. But Harry's power was considerable, and she had no doubt he would be at the Boar's Head in time to see what she planned to wear under the sweater.

Those pieces, she felt a twinge guilty about. They were pricey and definitely not second hand. Used pants were where she drew the line.

People, not Emma, bemoaned Harry's absence when those who still lived local or were able to travel home gathered for toast. Emma knew she wasn't the only one who came home partially to see Harry. It was why she was able to fly under Gem's radar, hopefully.

Gemma's only comment was, "He'll be here when he can." When Eloise asked where Harry was. She asked every year, it annoyed Gem, and took some of the heat off Emma. Eloise was so obvious, Gemma could direct some of her protective big sister vibes that way.

The night was winding down and Emma's third glass of champagne could use topping up. She'd just sidled into the kitchen to pop another bottle when a pair of arms came around her from behind.

She'd have dropped the bottle too if Harry had not pulled the most uncharacteristicly smooth and agile catch he'd ever made, whilst dipping her for a swoon worthy kiss.

"Harry!" Emma gasped, "What are you doing?" Her Hand went to find his hair, and she was sad to find it until she found his sharp, bare jaw instead. It cut through her nostalgia and she was able to appreciate his face on a new way. His lips.

"Getting my midnight kiss!"

"It's not New Year's." It was better, like new year's and her birthday combined, that kiss.

"Not yet!" He righted her but stayed wrapped around her while she popped the bottle. She poured him a glass too and had to refrain from holding his hand when she pulled him into the living room after they toasted.

He stole a kiss before they went to join the others.

It looked like his arrival was going to renew the party spirit, but he begged off as tired, and disappeared to his room by 1:30.

Emma wasn't sure what to do, or where to go, so she just slipped out the back at 2:00 when a car nearly gave her heart palpitations by pulling up right in front of her. The door popped open and Harry stuck his head out. "Cmon, it's our getaway car!"

She couldn't help but shake her head. "You disappeared and I didn't know what you wanted to do."

"Well, you obviously!" He giggled, high off the champagne and his conniving. "C'mon! We don't have that long. I wanna do Christmas morning with you!"

"It's still nighttime." Emma pointed out.

"Don't worry, we'll find something to do until the sun comes up." He looked up at her through his lashes and she couldn't help but bite her lips.

"What's the rush, Styles?" Emma asked as she climbed into the car. The driver seemed unconcerned and headed down the familiar lanes of a familiar place.

"No rush, I'm just excited and have to be back so I can sneak in for Christmas brunch."

"Oh." She knew that, it wasn't the first time.

"Not 'oh,' I want to give you your gifts on actual Christmas."

"Are you Santa Claus?" She teased as he pulled her into his chest.

"If that's what you're into? I'll be whoever you want me to be."

"Then just be you." She said with painful earnestness before she could stop herself.

Harry looked down at her in the cradle of his armpit and put his forehead to hers and gave her an Eskimo kiss. "As long as you're you."

Emma melted and if she hadn't been so tired and a little too drunk on bubbly she wouldn't have fallen asleep on the way to the Boar's Head.

"Baby," Harry whispered into her hair. "Wake up, we're here."

"I can't believe I fell asleep that fast."

"It's my voice, I've been told it has a sedative power."

"Sleepy is not usually how your voice makes me feel." What truth serum had she taken tonight?

"Well, I'll have to talk a lot to keep you up then. Hope you're refreshed after your little nap."

She was, and he kept her up but by 5:00, even his deep voice and other powers of persuasion couldn't keep her leaden lids open.

"Baby! Emma." Harry was kissing her awake and holding out a shirt for her slip on while slipping socks up her calves. "Present time."

"Ok, Santa baby." She yawned and let him drag her into the room where she had completely missed the tiny Charlie Brown tree in the corner. "Oh! You went all out." She looked at him in awe when she noticed the multicolored packages under the tree. "I only got you one thing," she was rubbing sleep out of her eyes and too tired to bullshit. "I'm feeling inadequate."

"Nah, I've heard it's better to give than receive."

"That's not what you said a couple hours ago."

"I'll give gifts if you give head." They both scrunched their brows. "Scratch the part where I made it sound like you were my sugar baby."

"Or a prostitute."She raised an arch brow.

"Nah, I couldn't afford you." He didn't even smirk.

So she responded, "I think you think that's a compliment."

He snort laughed and she couldn't help but smile with him. "I mean, you do it well enough to be paid for it, but by the face you're making I better quit talking and get to the spoiling to get myself out of trouble. Go on, open a present."

"Any order you envisioned."

"Um? No, the one where order matters I have a plan for."

"This isn't all?"

"This is most." He nodded and she felt a warm place under her breast that only ignited when he was being domestic.

Back in her old room in her childhood home, or in her flat in Amsterdam, she'd occasionally puzzle over these moments. They felt nothing short of boyfriendy, and she loved it. When she thought back on them, especially in the cold January days, they kept her warm and made her feel special. She hadn't ever felt that warm flush in her chest with anybody but Harry. She'd kind of avoided the feeling, usually.

By July, after long periods of silence where he was running around the world while she endeavored to save it, the glow of those days paled in the midnight sun. When he acted like a boyfriend, like they were more than a hookup and then ignored her, it hurt. When she was well into her yearly drought, and all she had were those shooting stars to wish upon, the sweeter he was, the more rich the ache, the aftertaste saccharine.

Emma could tell, his gifts and the joy he seemed to take in giving them would warm her to the backbone through January, and make her teeth hurt by July.

And still she couldn't convince herself to stop, to ask, to protect herself. She couldn't even detach a little, she was so excited about the little stuffed animal she had for him in return.

"Harry, this is beautiful!" She unfolded a gorgeous sweater dress of a fine wool knit that screamed warm.

"Yeah?" He smiled, pleaded with the praise and himself. "I was at Gucci, and I was gonna get you some stuff there, but they just didn't feel like you, so I started doing some research on sustainable brands and I found this one, and another. This one is good for day to day, it's called Ever Lane, and the next, Bode, it's great for retro pieces. Open the next one."

She'd been staring at him. He was going to buy her Gucci? This was better, but that seemed like a pretty penny to spend on your holiday hook up. She knew money wasn't really an object for him. He always paid for the hotel on their rendezvous and she never brought it up. It was always just taken care of. She wasn't a starving student, but she also wasn't an international pop star. These gifts felt big, bigger than what they were.

He liked to be generous. But, it felt like these gifts, the 5 packages and one coming later were a statement in a language she didn't understand.

"Harry, this is too much." Was all she could say. He didn't respond with words, just gave her a look and shrugged his shoulders like, 'what else am I supposed to do with it'.

Emma knew from Gemma that Harry took care of them, their vehicles and his mum's house and whatever they mentioned they wanted or he thought they'd like.

Gemma had said last year, when she was thrilling over her Christmas gifts, "It's the one time of year I let him get away with it. The rest of the time I've gotten to where I don't mention things I like or want, because they show up on my doorstep, you know?"

Emma had nodded even though she didn't know, but she did now. He was so thoughtful it hurt, but the implications troubled her.

"Open the next one. I'm really excited for it."

It was a beautiful jacket, mustard, her favorite color, and matching mittens.

"For when you want to ride your bike, but it's chilly. They're very warm." He remembered she was cold on her bike that day.

Emma knew he remembered her text after the 'what are you wearing' conversation about being grumpy because she had chosen to ride her bike but it was too cold. His big beating heart could melt snow.

She swallowed down the sentiments clogging her throat along with her worries. Should she ask? She'd have too, eventually. This was feeling more serious than it should be, like he wanted to call her babe for more than a weekend, like he wanted her to stay, with him.

It's what she wanted, in some part of her, but was completely out of the question. He had a big international life, and she had her own global ambition.

The rest was wrapped donation cards to causes she'd worked for or even mentioned. The last gift was a small box, and when she opened it, she cried, then laughed and handed him his box.

"What?" He said, "I can't tell if you're happy or sad about that gift?" He worries his bottom lip.

It was another frog, just like the one she'd picked as the tangible gift when she'd made the donation in his name.

Emma just shrugged and wiped her eyes. "Open it."

His bursting balloon laugh inflated her merry heart. "Did we really do the exact same thing?" His face had an odd look she could only call tender.

"Same wavelength, me and you." He was misty like she had been a moment ago. He leaned forward and kissed her. Then picked up their stuffed frogs and made them kiss like he was a small child playing dolls. "I almost don't want to separate them."

"Are we still talking about the frogs?" She laughed, because she had a feeling they weren't.

He shrugged and his phone began to buzz. "Can I take a rain check on answering that question? If I don't leave right now, they will know I stayed out all night on Christmas Eve, and there will be questions. I don't think we are quite ready to explain what we are." He chose that moment to yawn like a lion in the late afternoon after a long day of lounging and got up to leave.

Emma still had questions.He'd said not quite ready to explain what they were doing. Emma wasn't even sure what they were doing. Were they going to tell people, tell Gemma? Tell them what? That they were together? Wanted to be together? Belonged together. The frogs too, did the frogs belong together?

He was dressed by the time she was done freaking out. He looked tired, but exhilarated, like he'd spent a night getting everything he wanted and a few things he didn't know he needed. "Bye doll," he kissed her, right on the mouth, affectionately and with only a trace of the heat the December air lacked. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Merry Christmas! I wanna see you in the sweater," he was walking through the door. "Oh, and the other thing?"

"Other thing?" She looked at him confused.

He pointed underneath the tree. "Have another look."

Emma blushed when she opened the lingerie. She wondered if he'd had to check her pants and bras for sizes or if he just knew the shape of her well enough that he'd guessed accurately.

They looked really good.

She needed to be getting home as well. There would be no getting out of it, she needed an excuse for rolling in just in time for Christmas brunch, her parents were notorious early risers, as was she. Her plan was to tell them she'd just made too merry the night before and slept on the couch at the Twist's. It was truth adjacent. It was the best she could come up with, her head was full of Harry and she couldn't think.

Her Christmas passed in a blur of food and wine and wrapping paper. Harry had sent her a picture of him with a bow on his head and asked her if she felt spoiled enough or needed him to wear the bow the next day.

She'd told him to wear it. And only it.

She'd not expected him to follow directions both precisely and with some creative license.

"Do you really think your cock is a gift?" She tried to mock him, while he stood proudly, hips first in their room at the Boat's Head.

"Well, I intend to give it to you!" He raised his eyebrows and stalked toward her. "I like the sweater. Looks amazing, but? Probably better here." He swept it over her head and deposited it on the floor.

"That was atrocious!" She giggled, but felt no anxiety unlike the last day or so.

"Yeah, maybe, but I needed to see if you'd worn my other gift."

"I thought it was my gift."

"For both of us, I'd argue." He winked.

"You wink like a drunk pirate." She couldn't help but smile at him. His silly banter had completely removed the nerves she should be feeling, standing in front of him in a Santa red bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. She'd sourced the Santa hat herself and the black heels were hers.

"I'm feeling drunk seeing you in this." His hands were running over the satin on her hips and the lace at her waist, then the bare flesh of her ass. "I think I even lied to myself. This was definitely my present." The last word was said against her lips and his big hands slid down the globes of her backside to between her thighs, hoisting her onto his hips. The trail his thumbs left had her shivering.

The bed rose up to meet her. Harry hovered over her before standing and staring.

"Are we on pause?" She was panting and really hoping they were not stopping let alone slowing.

He opened his hands like a director, "I'm just trying to remember this to keep me warm all year." He ran his hands from her toes to her curled hair, she'd gone all out, then back down. His face was full of anticipation and a hesitation she'd never seen when she was this bare, not even the first time when he was flush on bravado and international acclaim.

"What is it?" She started to sit up.

He groaned. "Wow, that move did great things for your chest."

Emma could only laugh. He was acting like he'd never seen a naked woman, when he'd probably seen more than his fair share, and had definitely seen her before.

"You're acting like you've never seen me before."

"It's always like the first time. You're overwhelming."

"I'm overwhelming?" She wanted to laugh, she saw him as Harry, at first her friend's brother, then the cute boy with the big career she'd hooked up with, then her favorite holiday surprise, and now she couldn't define exactly what he was to her, mostly Harry? Who she missed all year and cherished for a week at a time in person, a deeply in her heart the rest of the time. She remained aware, however, of who he was, at large.

"Absolutely, I can barely take you. Can't believe I get to have you." What did she say to that? She only nodded, it was mutual. "Listen," he continued, "Can I take a picture of you. I'll keep your face out of it."

She thought for a moment, thrilled that he wanted to save this memory, to relive this moment until they met again. She didn't have any pictures of him, and thought there were so many online, none of them were really of him. "Yeah, go on Harry."

Maybe she should take one back. Save the neck down one place and the neck up as her wallpaper, she could get away with it. She saw classmates with him as their Home Screen. Her plans kept the nerves at bay while he got his set up ready.

He posed a leg, had her lay back, and then sit up. He took about 5 pictures on his phone, then three Polaroids, and by then she was getting into it. She was moving in ways that made her feel sexy and he was getting antsy.

"I'll show you, so you can approve, after." He discarded the phone and pulled his jumper over his head before crawling up the bed and over her.

"I trust you Harry. It's fine."

She wasn't sure what it was about those words, but he grew, thicker between her thighs and larger in her presence before he was kissing her bra off and asking if he could leave the stockings and shoes on.

"'Mmmhmmm." Emma moaned from her perch on the pillows looking down watching him pull her panties free and reattaching her stockings. "Damn." He kissed both places and flipped her over to skate his lips up her thighs and ass and back. Her hair was over her face while he kissed her neck and rutted into her with his jeans still on. She grabbed a handful of his glorious hair and kissed him over her shoulder. "Like this?" She asked.

"Mmhmmm." He echoed and she felt him kicking his jeggings free and sliding on the condom. She was flat on the mattress and unsure if he wanted her to push back on her knees. She didn't need to think about it long, he hoisted her up, and pressed a gentle hand between her shoulder blades so her body arched like a slide. His fingers climbed up to cascade down her backbone in an echo of the ride he was about to take down. He was right there, hovering, and Emma pushed back, but the whine in her voice was the more obvious tell.

"Baby, I need you."

"I need you, so much. Miss you when I'm gone."

She missed him when she was gone too. He slid his head in and waited. Emma wasn't really in control of the clenching this caused and it made Harry lose his grip on his. The smack of his hips against her thighs reverberated off the borrowed walls they considered their own.

He stroked her inside out and commented on the grip of her onto his dick. "It's like you don't want to let me go," he whispered into her ear.

Emma turned her head and breathed, "I don't want to." The kiss broke his rhythm and lingered until her clenching started over, again. How was she so close so soon?

"No, no, no." She whined when he pulled out.

"Shhhh, I've got you." He knew she was onto something, they'd become practiced hands at each other's pleasure.

He flipped her over and smoothed her hair back, bracketing her face between his hands like an aside he needed to voice right at that moment. "I just want to see you."

He went back in with ease, and with anybody else she might be ashamed for how embarrassingly wet she was, for the squelch. "God! Harry!" Her thighs came up to his hips and he hitched one over his elbow and open, then lay a good portion of his weight onto her. It was just the right side of too much. Just like all of him.

"Let me find it again, that high you were chasing?"

She was nodding, babbling. He picked up the rhythm from before and added a tiny rut at the end to the swelling of her clit. She was back on the trail to the summit quickly. It had been good, if fumbling, from night one. By this gift season, it was like he had installed all of her buttons personally and could push her to the edge at will. Her eyes were closed and she was concentrating hard on the oasis just beyond her horizon.

"Baby," he whispered, his breath soft and scented like her lip balm. "Open your eyes." He was just over her and he wrapped her open thigh back and around his knee. "Watch me," he made a c with his body so she could watch the goings on and feel them too.

"Oh, fuck."

"I love your filthy mouth. When you get going. Demure driven Emma on the brink has a dirty dirty mouth."

She'd narrow her eyes at him if she could bear to look away from his cock.

"Baby!" She gasped.

"Hold it, stay, just a little longer." He kissed her and then compelled her eyes to his. "I'll come with you."

His nose touched hers at just the tip and he rocked her and watched as she trembled and held off and pleaded. "Now, now, come now." He grit his teeth in preparation, but he needn't have worried, the minute he commanded it, she obeyed and the body roll of sensation ran from the roots of her hair to the bends of her knees.

He seized and his head fell back, but as soon as he was in command of himself again, his eyes were back on hers. "I love...," he gasped and her mind raced over what the hell he might say. What she wanted to gasp back. It was a bit of a comedown as opposed to a denouement when he filled in, "...having you for Christmas."

He buried his face in her neck and breathed into the nooks and crannies she thought she had kept safe from him.

Which was why it hurt so much when she had to tell him no.

His final gift, complete with an aching grin, had been an open ended ticket. "So you can come to me, with me, on tour."

She knew her brow knotted up like a bundle of discarded yarn. That wasn't the agreement. And she couldn't, couldn't even allow herself to want it. She had her PhD program looming. There was no time to go anywhere this fall.

"Harry, you know I can't."

He looked crestfallen, like this was new information and not why they only got these stolen snowbound days once a year. "Can't or won't?" He was verging on angry and it would piss her off if her heart wasn't so close to fissuring.

Honesty was her only policy, "Both." She handed the ticket back to him.

It ruined their night, the movie they tried to distract themselves with, the goodbye sex they didn't have.

He wasn't even there when she woke up the next morning.

But the tickets were on his pillow with a small note, "Change your mind, please. I'll be seeing you. H."

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trvelyans-archive · 3 years

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i am on my hands and knees begging for u to tell me about lila and margot 🙏

jasmine.............. thank you for this gift

under the cut because i expect it’ll get very long <3 :) update after i finished writing: it is, in fact, very long and also took me over an hour. so. take that as whatever sort of warning you might want.

let’s start with margot !

she was born to a couple of really young parents who..... did not want to be parents. at all. they were still in the party-and-get-drunk phase of their life and didn’t want to have a kid to worry about, so a large part of her childhood was spent couch surfing between relatives, mostly her grandfather.

they were really close! he would help her with her homework, they would cook together, he would let her drink underage so that she was well-versed in beer by the time she was like. idk. 16 lol. but she felt closer to him than her own parents, who were good when they were around but. they mostly weren’t around <3

when she was 19, her grandpa starting showing pretty serious signs of memory loss and whatnot and eventually had to be moved into a home. she was living with him by that point, so she had to continue to spend a year or so of her adult life couchsurfing. it didn’t help that she was in school full-time to get an engineering degree of. some kind. i think mechanical engineering. idk. and didn’t have a job, so to pay back her roommates she took up a majority of the housework as well as picked up odd jobs on the weekend. her grandpa’s health continued to decline through this time so she didn’t actually mind being busy because then she. didn’t have to think about it at all <3

and then.............. when she was 20......... her boyfriend of a year suggested that she not only move in with him but that they get married and margot, who has never had stability ever in her life, jumped at the opportunity !

after she graduated, she found it incredibly hard to find a career (even though they were in the same program and He had no trouble finding one), so she was back to not working but her husband didn’t mind and he supported her whole-heartedly. during this time she started running and then eventually started going to a gym with a couple of her female friends from their neighbourhood! she would also spend a lot of time at her grandpa’s but his health was still rapidly declining. eventually her now-husband said that she should probably stop visiting him and margot was like “.... ok i guess”

And then. :)

she kept spending time outside of the house and started taking self-defense classes with a few of her friends and her husband was started to get very antsy. he wanted her to be at home, told her that he didn’t like her going out at night or, eventually, at all, and would find ways to keep her home every night so she didn’t go out. during this time he also started getting. um. very manipulative. he was easily triggered into starting arguments. so she increased the frequency of her self-defense classes and, eventually, they became Very Useful in an argument with her husband. so. we hate him :)

after that she filed for a divorce, moved away and changed her name to her late grandmother’s last name. she started working at a gym in her new town and eventually decided to open her own ! she had gotten the building about 2-3 weeks before the outbreak hit and didn’t have any furniture or equipment of any kind, so she met up with 2 middle-aged women from her old gym and they travelled together until one of them was bitten in a fight with walkers and dragged into a big crowd of them to be eaten and the other one was bitten and margot had to shoot her when she got zombified and tried to attack. :(

that’s where i have left off for now but i am going to develop her More the more i watch the show !!!

okay. backstory over. now for the fun bits:

her faceclaim is mackenzie davis specifically in terminator (without the. lines on her arms and whatever idk what those are) and this picture is the most margot-vibe imaginable.

the haircut was an incredibly recent choice but it came in handy during the outbreak because she didn’t have to worry about keeping hair out of her face. girlboss !

she is 6′2 :) her and her husband were funnily enough the 2 tallest people in her graduating class

she spoke occasionally to her parents after graduating and moving away but they fell out of touch a year or so before the outbreak began and she......................... unsurprisingly doesn’t miss them at all

she has 1 keepsake and it’s an old keychain of her grandpa’s and if anything happens to it. she will kill everyone in any room and Then herself !!!

she likes to where tank tops to show off her big arms. is this very ergonomical in the apocalypse where zombie bites can kill you instantly ? nope! will she do it anyway to intimidate people ? yup!

she Cannot cook. at all. she lived off of take-out and microwavable meals for the first 20 years of her life and then she always had someone else making food for her until she moved away on her own when it was back to takeout.

on the topic of food :) her fave foods are mac and cheese with breadcrumbs and meatlover’s pizza !

she will do literally anything for a good beer. anything. she keeps an eye out for them every time she goes scavenging in buildings and will try to get at least 1 bottle per trip. girlboss !

she cannot sing. in fact she’s not just average, she’s Terrible. she can, however, play mad guitar because her grandpa taught her.

now onto miss lila :)

she was born in a town a couple over from rick’s and was the younger sister of 2 ! she had a really great family and a very very happy childhood :) her dad was a wildlife rehabilitator and her mom was a landscaper who took a lot of pride in their nice big backyard and garden and Land where they. you know. rehabiliated the wildlife and what not

she worked a lot with her dad and mom at their wildlife centre and also helped her mom garden a lot (their house was on the same property as the centre so it was a nice big plot of land). she took a lot of interest in rehabilitating animals and it sparked a very early childhood interest in Caring for things (namely little wild critters) which extended to her helping out little kids on the playground when they got scraped knees and things. she always had a package of bandaids in her backpack from second grade on. an angel <3

in her final year of high school she had a very quick fling with a boy from her high school that ended… poorly. and then she got pregnant! which she. Did not expect. nor want. nor need in her life because she was planning on moving to atlanta to go to medical school and kickstart her career. her sister, who had recently dropped out of school and lost her job, decided to Take One for the team and claim the baby as hers so lila could go to medical school and stuff. their parents promised to take good care of her and they all made a plan to hide lila’s pregnancy from their town (although i’m sure literally everyone knows anyway) and then she moved away in the summer after giving birth to go to school

she quickly finished up her nursing program but was out of job for a few years until she got a job offer to be the nurse at king county elementary school aka the school were one Carl Grimes goes to school. she moved there in may and one night, when her car Squealed to a stop in front of a dog who had run away from his home and was being chased by. Um. a certain sheriff’s deputy who was intending on bringing the puppy back home <3 they got to talking and. Well. the rest is history…..

she was a very beloved member of the staff and kids would often fake sick just to come to her office and get a sucker and she grew esp close to the grimes family :D after a couple of years living in king county she got a job to start working at some fancy prep school in atlanta and decided that actually she might want to. You know. start being a mom now that she was finished with school and had a career. so she moved away from king county at the end of the next school year and was unfortunately in atlanta when it was bombed by the government at the start of the outbreak so she and her daughter and sister all died :) and that’s that !

some fun facts because that was a very depressing end to her story:

she always has suckers in her office at school and her favourites are the watermelon ones.

she can often be found gardening in her backyard or watching the birds in the trees like a little nature baby !!!

she is very meticulous about planning. she Does have a daily agenda. she Will kill you if you touch it. shane likes to leave her little notes in it for her to find when she’s at school. sometimes they are not Just cute. she usually erases those.

she likes collecting ugly thrift store paintings of animals and hangs them up in her dining room and she Does think they are incredibly funny.

she is a vegetarian !!! very unwavering about it. shane finds it annoying because he’s good at cooking steak but she just has a salad and then they’re both perfectly happy <3

sends basically everyone she knows a Christmas/holiday card every year. even the teachers at the elementary school who don’t like her and or barely talk to her !!!

she is a terrible maker of tea and usually forgets about cups before she’s even halfway through them (thank god for her). makes everyone tea when they come over except shane (stupid ass) because he doesn’t like it and usually people just politely swallow it even though it’s too steeped or. sorry idk how tea works. she just Makes It Bad ok

she perpetually forgets to do laundry. Most of her non-scrubs have dirt stains or dressing stains or whatnot (except for her Really nice clothes) which is why she tries to buy a lot of patterns. makes things easier to hide <3

and that’s it for now !!! i have so much other lore for them but i will stop here for now :) thank you very much if you read this also i’m very sorry i have twd brainworms i cannot help it. anyway ok that’s it thanks love you bye

#me writing nearly 2k of oc facts that is literally nothing more than comprehensible gibberish ? yes #also ig i'm just a villainfucker now sorry not sorry babes can't be helped when your villains are mr. jon bernthal :/#BUT ALSO we only stan pre-outbreak. after that he is dead to me so.#ANYWAY YEAH JESUS CHRIST these are probably shitty backstories and also just um lame ocs but <3 that's that #oc: margot #oc: lila #ask #thank u jasmine.... i love u

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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what was the last thing you ate? Ramen. do you have a cat? No. what’s the last book you checked out from the library? I have no idea. It’s been several years. got any fun plans for the weekend? Maybe see Shazam at some point. do you have a twitter? Yeah.

if so, what was the last thing you tweeted? I don’t feel like checking. who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom. has it snowed recently where you live? It doesn’t snow here. :( what gift would you love to receive? I appreciate any gifts I receive. who are your top 3 actresses? *shrug* what’s the last thing you cooked on the stove? Ramen earlier. have you ever been to Australia? No. what color is the cover of the last notebook you used? I don’t remember. last time you saw your best friend, what did you do? Watched TV. who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My aunt last week. what’s a musical instrument you think sounds really beautiful? The piano. do you play that instrument? I played some, but it’s been over 10 years now since I’ve last played. I regret not keeping up with it. do you have a favorite type of pasta? (like a shape of noodles, not dish) I love spaghetti noodles, linguine, ravioli, and tortellini. do you consider yourself religious? Yes. how many times a day do you brush your teeth? Once, sometimes twice. do you always use proper grammar? Yes. what’s the last play/musical you saw? The Phantom of the Opera. who sent the last e-mail you got? I just get emails from a few different stores and food places about sales, coupons, and new items. where did you get the shirt you’re wearing right now? Hot Topic. should you be doing something else right now? Nah. do you know any sign language? Very little. what song is currently stuck in your head? None at the moment. do you have a favorite shape? Stars and hearts. what’s the last song you bought/downloaded? I don’t recall. I’ve just bee using Spotify the past few years. what color are the sheets on your bed? Gray. do you have a string of lights in your room? I have a few. what shoes did you wear today? None so far. I don’t plan on going anywhere today. how do you feel about bookstores? I enjoy them. when was the last time you saw a squirrel? I have no idea. did you do anything to observe groundhog day? I never do. what time do you usually go to bed? Around 2 or 3. do you ever use coloring books? Yes. how do you feel about instrumental music? I like some. are you wearing a necklace? if so, describe it: Nope. does it annoy you when you have a song stuck in your head but you don’t remember the words? It doesn’t annoy me, no. I could just Google the lyrics if it was really bugging me, though. when was the last time you got a haircut? Last August. are you planning on watching the olympics? Nah. I never do. do you pronounce the word often with or without a t in the middle? With. what’s the last thing you received in the mail? Just bills. have you ever been on a trapeze? No. do you know how to use chopsticks? I couldn’t get the hang of ‘em and didn’t care to try much. do you buy chocolate after valentine’s day when it goes on sale? Sometimes. what’s a song you like that starts with the first letter of your name? Santeria by Sublime. Double S’s.

speaking of that, what is your name? Stephanie. have you ever locked your keys in the car? I don’t drive. do you know anyone who celebrates Hanukkah? No. who is someone you aspire to be like? A functional, successful person. do you think bunnies are cute? Yeah. do you have a preferred brand of toothpaste? Colgate. do you enjoy popping bubble wrap? Yes. are there any waterfalls near where you live? No. do you own a denim jacket? Yep, a couple. when was the last time you went to the beach? Last summer. do you like seafood? No. have you ever had to wear a uniform for anything? Only at the preschool I went to. if so, what did it look like? It was a blue shirt with the school name on either the right or left side and a plaid skirt. how do you feel about birds? I don’t really feel any kind of way. do you personally know anyone who is an author? No. do you own a polaroid camera? No. do you enjoy baking? I used to around the holidays, but I haven’t done that the past couple of years. what’s your favorite type of flower? Roses. last time (if ever) you were on an airplane, where were you going? Coming home from Georgia. do you know anyone who is left-handed? My dad. what is something you think is underrated? ASMR. If you don’t know what it is, you should.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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generallynerdy · 6 years

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11 Jerks To Wake Up (Avengers X Reader/Loki X Reader Part 2 (12 Days of Fandoms: Day 2))

Day 1

THIS IS A PART 2 TO DAY 1. IT IS RECOMMENDED YOU READ DAY 1′S POST BEFORE THIS OR YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND.

Summary:

Sam and Reader have

way

too much fun waking everyone up to exchange gifts.

Days slip by endlessly and wrapped gifts begin to appear below the tree. After a few...incidents, you have to keep Friday from anyone scanning the gifts, not to mention make a whole separate security system for below the tree. Damn it, Tony.

One unintended surprise is when Loki arrives alongside Thor. Apparently, Thor wants his brother to be able to experience Midgardian holidays as well, not that he really asked Loki. Loki is kept under close watch and no one really brings up the topic of Secret Santa to him, so you simply assume he isn’t involved.

Excitement continues to build as the day approaches and it’s practically all you can think about. Honestly, you can’t wait for everyone to open their gifts. See, the rule is that everyone can open their gifts a week before Christmas and they have until Christmas morning to figure out who gave it to them. No external resources other than your own sleuthing and wit are allowed; no gadgets, no security camera feeds, nothing. Having some experience as a SHIELD Agent, you’re sure to keep anything Nat and Clint can use far from their reach, as the both of them are your main concern.

Finally, finally , the day is here. Of course, most people plan to wake up as they usually do and go about their daily routines. However, you have different plans.

At 6 am, on the dot, you tiptoe over to Sam’s room, where you can just barely see light from below the door. Sneaking forward, you knock lightly in the rhythm of Shave and a Haircut, to which the door creaks open. It reveals a smirking Sam, still in his PJs, who holds up a can of whipped cream.

“Ready?” He whispers hoarsely, having woken up just a while ago.

You nod excitedly, “You got everything?”

“Yup. Uh, we’re avoiding Nat and Bucky, right?” He shifts nervously, terrified.

You giggle quietly, so as not to wake anyone else up, “I’ll just wake them up gently, Knowing both of them, they’ll be up in a bit anyway.”

“Yeah, Steve should be up soon, too. Did you butter the floor in front of the fridge already for him?”

“Yup, that’s done. The alarm for Tony’s lab- or should I say bedroom- is set for 30 minutes from now, too.” You count off on your fingers all the people you have to wake up at the same time. You only have 30 minutes to prepare, but you and Sam have really been prepping for weeks. “Vision’s already been informed and he’s gonna wake Wanda up around then.”

“Bruce said he’s gonna get up himself, so I’ll leave that, cuz I ain’t that stupid. Whaddya wanna do with the kid, Scott, and Birdman? Oh, and Rhodes, too.”

“Scott and Peter fell asleep in the lounge last night, but Clint is in his room. I got a couple of airhorns, if you wanna do that?”

“Sounds good. What about Rhodes and Birdman?”

“Hm...I think there’s ice in the freezer and I’ve got a bucket on hand.”

“Hell yeah, but you do that to Rhodes, since he likes you, and I’ll get the pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, okay. You go make sure the senior citizen can get up off the floor. I’ll get the assassins excluding Clint and make sure Bruce is up. Steve’ll make coffee first thing, knowing him, so you can check on Vision and Wanda while he’s doing that. I’ll get Thor with the whipped cream, you get T’Challa with...wait, what are you doing to him again?”

“I’m just gonna play that Nyan Cat thing until he wakes up.”

“That is ingenious. Okay, so then I’m sure Thor will drag his brother along with him and if not, not much lost I guess? We’ll meet up in Clint’s room and dump the bucket on him so we can sprint to Rhodes’ and be safe while we drench him in ice water, too. Tony’s alarm will go off and I’ve already asked Friday to record it, so we’re good in that department, as well as Cap’s fall, just in case you miss it. Then, we’ll head over to the lounge and get Scott and Peter. Sound good?”

“Yes, ma’am. Best damn Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“Hehe, alright, let’s get to work.”

“Damn it!”

“Wow, Cap, you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Can it, Wilson, and help me up.”

“He’s beauty, he’s grace, he’s Mr. United States!”

“Sam, don’t you dare-”

“Help! A senior citizen has fallen and he can’t get up!”

“Come over here so I can kick your ass!”

“My grandma runs faster than you! But you’re the same age, so I guess it’s not that a big of a deal- Shit!”

You sneak quietly nearby Nat’s room and knock quietly on the door, knowing that entering without making a sound would be a deathwish. She answers groggily and rubs her eyes. “You better have a damn good excuse for waking me up this early, or at least something that’ll get you off the hook.”

You smile proudly and motion vaguely to the kitchen. “Steve’s making coffee.”

“Thank fuck.”

“Language, Nat, you know he doesn’t like it.”

“Please, Rogers can kiss my-”

“Nat!”

The next target is Bucky. He doesn’t keep a gun anywhere nearby, not since Steve confiscated it from him. It wasn’t safety issues for anyone else per se...it was more for Bucky’s own good.

You knock gently on the door and push it open, glancing briefly into the room. Bucky is stirring in his sleep, but he isn’t fully awake yet. You approach his bed, whispering. “Bucky? Bucky, c’mon. It’s time for Secret Santa.”

Bucky blinks awake slowly, rubbing his eyes and looking up at you. He croaks, “Mornin’, doll. What time is it?”

“Six thirty.”

“God, (Y/N)-”

“Hey, Sam wanted to get everyone up at 5. I saved your ass.”

He sighs and chuckles, burying his head into the pillow before sighing. “Yeah, okay. Is the punk making coffee?”

“Yup! C’mon, sleeping beauty.”

You’re pleased to see Bruce already in the kitchen alongside extremely exhausted members of the household that you’ve already woken. They’re quickly joined by Wanda and Vision, who woke themselves up but were checked on by Sam. Said bird boy isn’t anywhere to be seen, so you assume T’Challa is either chasing his ass down or he’s about to. Glancing at your clock and seeing that it’s already 6:45, you get a move on, grabbing the whipped cream from the fridge.

Steve tilts his head at you. “(Y/N), who is that for?”

You smirk devilishly, “Two guesses, Steve.”

Bucky snorts from where he’s sipping his coffee and Nat shares an equally amused expression. Both seem to be more proud than disappointed, while Steve is amused and somewhat disappointed, though he tries to hide the first part.

Waking Thor is considerably harder than you thought and it takes a lot of tickling his face with a feather. Just as you’re working your magic, someone enters and scares the shit out of you.

“Thor-” A low voice sounds from the door before it stops in shock.

You turn in terror to the voice, thinking you’ve been caught. You sigh in part relief upon seeing the God of Mischief standing in the doorway. You’ve still been caught, but- considering who caught you- maybe you won’t be as deep in shit. “Oh, uh, hi, Loki! How’s it goin’?”

“What are you doing in my brother’s chambers?” He cocks an eyebrow, glaring at you with those gorgeous eyes.

You bite your lip nervously. “J-Just waking him up by getting him to hit himself with whipped cream.”

There’s a moment of silence before a sudden snort takes you by surprise. You smile brightly at the realisation that it was Loki who made this sound. He approaches and glances at his slumbering brother. “Here.” He waves a hand over Thor’s face, which briefly glows green for a few moments.

“What-?” You don’t get a chance to finish asking him about what he’s doing, though, as Thor starts to twitch in his sleep. You see things in slow motion as he slams his hand upward to itch his face.

You gasp in pure amusement and excitement, Loki sniggering beside you. Suddenly, Thor’s eyes snap open. “Shit!” You exclaim, grabbing Loki’s hand and dragging him out the doorway with you in sudden terror.

“Loki!”

The two of you are gasping with laughter as you drag him down the hall and back to the hallway where you reside, so that you can get ready to dunk ice water on Clint’s head. Finally, the both of you are safely in the hallway, gasping for breath between laughs and panting heavily as you lean against the walls for support.

“That was so worth it.” You chuckle, clutching at your side.

“Verily.”

There’s a bit of silence, but it’s not awkward. It’s more of a comfortable silence before you realise you don’t have long before 7. “Shit, I have more to do. See you in a bit, Loki!”

At that, you disappear into your room, not looking back at the God of Mischief, who acted very out of character just now. Not like you would know, though, considering you don’t know him at all since before he moved into the tower temporarily this holiday.

Clint is understandably furious when you and Sam dump water on his head, but he can’t catch up with you quick enough before the two of you escape to Rhodey’s room with another bucket of water. At this point, Sam abandons you to go get the air horns to wake Scott and Peter, leaving you to wake the colonel on your own.

“Damn it, (Y/N). Why?”

“Aw, c’mon, it woke you up, didn’t it?”

“Coffee. Coffee wakes me up. Not ice water.”

“I beg to differ. Look, I’ll buy you that special kind of coffee you like as a peace offering.”

“It better come with my own mug or so help me-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everybody else is up but Scott and Peter, but we’re about to wake them up. If you want that coffee before presents, you better get your ass up, Colonel.”

Day 3

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maybe-its-5sos · 7 years

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14 Days of cupid

Hi!

Me ( @maybe-its-5sos) and Allie ( @kryptolipsx) have decided to do two weeks of valentine’s blurbs starting from the 1st of February up to 14th of February! The requesting period is from January 24th up until the 1st of February, so don’t miss your chance of getting something written by us!

The requests are going to be shared so you won’t know which is going to be writing for you! (So either specify that in the ask, or follow us both so you see it for sure !)

We have come up with a fun set of prompts and sentence prompts, and you can request any combination of both!

Our Asks: maybe-its-5sos & kryptolipsx

Sentence prompts:

"Hey, Alfred can you do me a big favor and drive Bruce into the city and let him talk someone else to death?"

"At least you're here now."

"That is the cheesiest thing I've ever heard in my entire existence."

"This is too much, take it back."

"I promise, a quick vacation like this will take your mind off everything."

"what the hell are you doing, it's 5 in the bloody morning."

"Doesn't mean you need to dish it out."

"Was that really necessary ?"

Person A :"Will you stop staring them to death ?" Person B: “Not until their actually dead.”

"I'm not getting any younger!"

"so….a date?"

"Who gave you that idea?"

"When do we tell them ? "

“Maybe we should leave them alone?”

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all day.”

“What did I do ?!?”

“Never in a milion years would I touch you, Not even with a 2 foot stick.”

“ I never thought you were the romantic type…. I still defenently don’t.”

“Is that a ring?”

“Is that your phone, or are you just happy to see me ?”

“Call me that again and you’re single.”

“Don’t even get me started.”

“In my defence….”

“Is that lipstick ?”

“Who gave you that hickey ?”

“If you're sad about being alone on Valentines Day, just remember that nobody loves you on any other day of the year either.”

“Go back to wherever you came from!”

“Why can’t everyone just be whelmed.”

"I find you very attractive."

Person A: "Whale you be my Valentine?" Person B:"Dolphinately"

"I'm a divorce lawyer,"

“I always looked for someone I could live with, but ended up finding someone I can't live without. “

“it’s beautiful isn't it?”

“If you wanted to ask me out, you should have said so to begin with!”

“You're the only one that I need sweetheart. “

“You're bat shit crazy!”

“You're the cutest cupcake I know”

“It's Valentine's day bitch.”

“ I would fuck you right now if we weren't in public.”

“ Did you get the package/gift?”

“I added a little something!”

“You look absolutely stunning, for a potato.”

“Is that my shirt? It looks good on you!”

“Will you be mine forever?”

“I love your new haircut, did you give [person] the scissors again?”

“Are you coffee, coz you make my morning.”

“Are you alcohol, because you kill my braincells?”

“congratz, your life is officially more fucked up then mine.”

“ did you sit in sugar? Coz your ass is sweet.”

“I like your legs, what time do they open?”

Prompts:

51) Person A gets a bouquet (Person B) favorite flowers, Person B is super happy about it but when they smell them they realize they are fake, causing for Person A to hit over the head Person B.

52) Person A goes to the store to buy valentine candy while there they meet Person B doing the exact same, they discuss their plans and decide to be each other’s valentine.

53) Person A gets something for Person B, but Person B forgot about the holiday all together. Person A at the end of the day realizes Person B forgot and is very sad, but Person B pulls through at the last minute taking them on a midnight stroll through the city.

54) Person A gets a rose on the first day of February. And they keep getting them as the days go on, their roommate Person B, notices and asks about it in front of Person C who is their other roommate. The next day, two roses with different ribbons appear. But on Valentine’s there is none, so Person A feels sad and lonely only to come home and find Person (?) with a bouquet of roses with color ribbon of said admirer.

55) While on their first date on Valentine’s Person A manages to spill their drink over Person B’s clothes, making Person A embarrassed they get up paying for the meal. As Person A tries to say goodbye outside the restaurant still embarrassed, Person B asks them to come over and maybe helped them out of their clothes.

56) Person A writes a note for Person B for Valentine’s day that is very sweet, and meaningful only for Person B to laugh and say. “Wow, this is so lame, even for you!”

57) Person A & B get invited to a party both of them getting stuck looking over the kids, as they do a small activity one kid comes forwards with a drawing that valentine’s is for people like A&B.

58) Person A can’t celebrate with Person B and they planned to do something another day but Person B surprises them on Valentine’s at their workplace.

59) Person A gets Person B for every formal date on their last one Person A hasn’t given any by the end of the date but as they kneel on the spot they had their first kiss they take out of box with an engagement ring.

60) There is a ball for Valentine’s day, Person A had noticed Person B since they walked in the room, at midnight Person A kissed Person B until they are breathless.

61) On Valentine’s Day, Person A gets a cards, flowers & teddy bear from Person B secretly, then tells them to look out of the window and Person B has gathered some friends to hold up posters spelling out “Would you be my Valentine?” And there is a sign pointing at Person B.

62) Person A tries to cheer up Person B on Valentine’s after their recent break up, at the end of the day Person A realizes how lucky there were to have Person B. (Platonic or Not)

63) Person A & B getting stuck at home after a snow in on Valentine’s but they still manage to have a lovely holiday.

64) When a Person A & B don’t celebrate Valentine’s but they go to the store for the candy sales, only for person A to get Person B a single flower professing their love for Person B.

65) Person A asking B about their valentine only for Person B to say. “You’re my type.”

66) Person A plucking petals from a flower saying, “They love me, they love me not.” And Person B say above them. “They love you.”

67) Person A saying I love you for the first time to Person B.

68) Person B asking Person A about their most memorable with the other and what made them fall for the other.

69) Person A setting up for Valentine’s around the dining room only to burn down the set up after leaving the candles without some support and holders. Person B walks in on the middle of it only to walk out and call 911 to come and clean up.

70) Person A asking B for cuddles on Valentine’s. “You can’t leave me…You said cuddles all day.”

71) Person A and Person B are best friends but they don’t have a valentine’s. They spend the day together only to realized they are in love with the other.

72) Person A & B go on a double date only for their dates not to show up, so they just date each other since it is Valentine’s. At the end of the night Person A kisses Person B.

73) Person A and B are stuck on a mission on Valentine’s both of them rushing to get to their dates. Once they finish the mission one of them is bleeding out, but as they show up for their dates they realize they are partners in crime.

74) Person A is fighting a villain only for the villain to flirt and ask Person A to be their Valentine. Person B gets jealous and shoots the villain throwing them off the cliff while at it.

75) Person A saying they love Person B and bumping their nose before pecking the tip of their nose, Person B shows how much they love them back.

76) Person A & B being at a friend’s party for Valentine’s, and Person C suggests playing spin the bottle and Person C dares Person A & B to do 7 minutes in Heaven.

77) Person A telling them in a really cute way that they are pregnant with Person’s B unborn child.

78) Person A is a single parent and take their kid to the store to pick out candy and as the child picks the candy they see Person B. The child walks up to them before saying “We will take this one home too.” Before looking back at Person A.

79) Person A & B broke up a long time ago but before Valentine they keep running into the other until Person B says to A that it must be cupid setting them up, and going on a date on Valentine’s day.

80) Person A adopts a puppy on Valentine’s tired of being alone, and as they walk to the park the puppy runs away towards Person B. Person B asks Person A out at the end of the day Person A thanking the puppy for their matching skills.

81) Person A getting Person B a teddy bear for Valentine’s only to find out that Person B got them the exact teddy bear back.

82) Person’s A cat leaving every day at the exact same time and Person A following on Valentine’s day and finding that Person B is petting their cat. Person B looking up smiling at A “Look what the cat dragged in.”

83) Person A taking Person B to the zoo for a Valentine’s date but Person A is scared of Person’s B favorite animal but as Person A freaks out & Person B comes in between the both saying “Be nice to them! I will protect you but they are my children too!”

84) Person A can’t be with Person B for Valentine’s so they have a skype session while opening the other’s presents.

85) Person A likes to dress up Person B’s pet for the holidays, and surprisingly, Person B’s pet doesn’t seem to mind it and sometimes will even like to be dressed up. But when Person A dies Person B finds their pet bringing them outfits on Valentine’s that Person A used to put on the pet, and Person B begins dressing up their pet, but breaks into tears while doing it.

86) For Valentine’s weekend Person A is housesitting but when they don’t find the pets in the house they find Person B feeling the animals. Person A thinks Person B is breaking in and poisoning the pets so they attack them before Person B can explain.

87) Person A goes to the flower shop to get flowers for their friends but as they reach for a certain bouquet Person B does the same and as they touch the tattoo on their wrists burns slightly letting them know they found their soulmate.

88) Person A has to go undercover with Person B along with (Damian Wayne, Jon Kent or Billy Batson as their kid) and the whole time have to pretend to be married and very in love. So for a Valentine party their kid asks for a new brother.

89) Person A gets candy for Valentine’s to give to Person B but as Person B gets ignored through the day, they throw candy at Person A to get their attention.

90) Person A gets their candy stolen by Person B only for B to taunt them with it as it rests in their mouth. Person A kisses them trying to get the candy back but they are surprised when Person B kisses back.

91) Person A & B are tired and hungry from a mission, as they walk by a restaurant they notice that couple’s get discount and free dessert for their dinner. So Person B suggests to pretend to be a couple with Person A.

92) Person B asks Person A on a date for valentines so they can pretend to be together and make Person C jealous after cheating & breaking Person A’s heart. Person A realizes just how much they love Person B all along.

93) Person C asks Person A for a valentine’s date in front of Person B to make Person B jealous and get them to admit their feelings for Person A.

94) Person A gets arrested after egging/breaking Person C car’s (They cheated, lied ect.) to Person A so Person B questions Person A on motives and they simply say. “That asshole broke my heart so I broke his car.” Person B chuckles shaking their head. “Well we can’t have that” Before taking them on a date clearing the charges.

95) Person A gets hit with Ivy poison on Valentine’s day during the fight. Person A goes to B’s trying to get them to help only to come on to them and declare their feelings for them.

96) Person A forgot about Valentine’s day so when Person B asks what they want for dinner Person A responds with “Eat shit and die.” Person B is confused by their mood “Okay, but that doesn’t answer what you want for dinner.”

97) Person A & B are both affected one night by the Ivy Serum causing them to be friends with benefits but as Valentine’s comes around they both realized it has always been more than that.

98) Person A tells Person B that for Valentine’s they want Person B to be their first, they are their best friend and trust them with everything. Person B is in love with Person A so they can’t refuse the offer but before they make love, Person B confess their feelings for Person A.

99) Person A & B eat love potion chocolate thinking they are liquor chocolate. The next morning, they wake up next to each other naked and covered in chocolate.

100) Person C pretends to turn evil kidnapping Person A so that Person B comes to the rescue and finally admit their feelings for Person A.

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From Keratin Treatments to Glowing Skin: A Summer Beauty Guide

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From Keratin Treatments to Glowing Skin: A Summer Beauty Guide

Hello and happy post-holiday hangover. If you are now back at work after a day of cooking out or you didn’t have yesterday off at all, you might be looking forward to the weekend with an unprecedented helping of lust. Or maybe you took the rest of the week off to recover from your hot dog and Rice Krispie binge. Either way, you may need some you time. And I humbly suggest you find it this weekend by luxuriating in your best summer robe for as long as possible. In order to help you achieve that lofty endeavor, I’ve rounded up a few of our best pro-vanity articles for your perusal.

Hair

A roundup of the team’s all-time favorite hair products.

“In my experience, hair products either don’t work, work incredibly well for a short period of time, or — most rarely — are immediately effective and continue to be over long-term use. Products in the latter category can be hard to come by, but they’re the ones you buy over and over for years, give as gifts and push on friends with an unnecessary urgency. “

How to make your hair grow faster.

“Never, ever — EVER — use a brush straight out of the shower.” This applies whether your hair is course and curly, fine and straight or somewhere between the two. “Wet hair is at its most elastic,” explains Dueñas. “So if there are tangles, you’ll stretch them until they snap. Just think about fabric when it’s wet, how much more it stretches. So either use a wide tooth comb or your fingers.”

Advice if you’re considering a Keratin treatment.

“Now, I’m a full keratin loyalist. My hair is still thick but feels less so, the waves are more subtle, it’s only coarse-ish and it dries more beachy than frizzy. I wash it, let it dry and go. It’s still a little messy, but I like it.“

A solid case for a pixie cut.

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Skin

Photo by Louisiana Mei Gelpi.

The one thing you should really have in your skincare routine.

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A Wider Path

I just quit my job. I have nothing lined up. Yes, I’m okay. No, I don’t know what I’ll do next. I just needed to get out. I’m sure a few of my coworkers thought I was planning on killing myself. My lack of ability to explain what was going on in my head made them worry. But I know me, and I know what I need. And I needed to get out. I worked retail for 10 years, from 18 to 28. I just turned 29 five days ago and quitting my job was my birthday gift to myself. I celebrated my birthday and New Year’s Eve as a free woman, no pressure of going back to work looming on the horizon. It’s the first time I’d had both New Year’s Eve AND my birthday off in a long time, since they’re on consecutive days, in the holiday season, and most employers aren’t happy with me taking that time of year off. The job that I just left was a corporation, I worked there for four and a half years, I started out believing that it was a good place to work and had employee’s interests in mind, but I watched as, year after year, the wrong decisions were made. All I see now is a company desperately trying to make money by spending money to grasp at other money. Building on growth and growing by building. Not building on an actual stable foundation, or rather, not building within the stable confines of that foundation, instead, trying to build upwards and outwards rather than outwards first, like an upside-down pyramid. Does that make sense? This is a company that preaches sustainability in all things.

Our team lost 5 employees in July - August, of the then 15 or 16 person team, a team which had started 20 strong... we failed to hire anyone for several months. Meanwhile, we all worked overtime, extra days, whatever it took to keep things running. Our boss was finally let go/fired/who knows, much to all of our relief. She’d been a very lazy boss and was ultimately dragging us down. On top of our department taking on more responsibility, we’d lost one of our specialists who was in charge of buying at least half if not 75% of our product and no one on the team had the experience/motivation to replace her. The whole thing was a mess. I found myself working alone, much like most of my coworkers, due to frequent call-outs, and we all found ourselves, more often than not, doing the work of 2 or more people each. We got paid hourly. It occurred to me that there was little incentive to hire new people when you could easily squeeze just as much work out of the few people you had left and pay them the same rate. Genius. We didn’t hire up until right before the holidays, without enough time to train the newcomers. I was one of the trainers, as well as my coworker, who like me was scheduled to spend 80% of her time upstairs, unable to be downstairs unless it was “slow”, which was a rarity at our store. So the newbies got trained mostly by slightly less newbies, who’d been mostly trained by whoever could train them.

December 1st, I started to lose my sanity. The schedule showed who was working, when, and where. For the week leading up to Christmas, and the couple days to follow, it showed that 3 of us were scheduled various days upstairs to close by ourselves. This was unheard of. Local events meant guaranteed business on top of the already busy holiday vacation crowd. Surely they didn’t think that this was acceptable? Surely someone else would be there to help... But it was clear, each time I called for help, that they had no intention of focusing their attention upstairs. Why would they, when they could make the same amount of money off of one person upstairs while having the maximum number of employees maintaining downstairs? Each time I called for backup, my backup would eventually, during a lull in the crowd, creep back downstairs, saying “we’re really behind”. Nine people on shift downstairs, both of our managers and both specialists, plus five other people, and yet you still can’t keep things running? I became a worse version of myself. I’d dropped hobbies that would’ve kept me active and happy: walking, drawing, writing... None of them seemed possible with my brain the way it was. I became more angry, bitter, hostile at times, resentful... My depression was around anytime I was too tired to fight it off, and anxiety would grip me in odd moments when there was seemingly nothing to be anxious about. Excessive alcohol and coffee didn’t help that.

The stress of the job was compounded time and time again by a variety of factors. I wish I was the type of person who didn’t care about how others feel, because knowing my coworkers were struggling stressed me out. Knowing customers weren’t being served to the best of my ability stressed me out. Knowing that my very few personal relationships were being neglected because by the time I was done with work I was too tired for them stressed me out.

I’m not good at stress. I think it’s had a very negative effect on my health over the years. I’ll post about that some other time, but for now... Let’s just say I did what I felt was best for me. My last day of work was the 28th. I got out of work at 6:30, worked my full shift, then felt really guilty because two of my coworkers had called out and I wasn’t willing to stay and help those who remained. After work, I drank. I hesitate to call myself an alcoholic, but truly I drank almost every day for the last six months of my employment. Even on my days off (which were almost NEVER consecutive) I would feel stressed about going back to work, and drink an entire bottle of wine to feel more at ease. I came home from work to a house full of roommates and guests, sat on the couch, poured myself a glass of wine, and fell asleep before I could take more than a sip. It couldn’t have been past 11 pm at that point. I awoke at 4 am, on the couch, with a blanket draped over me, and one of our former roommates on an adjacent couch (he’d been visiting for the week). I stumbled to my room, removed my clothes and makeup, and slept. I awoke at noon after at least 12 hours of sleep, refreshed, and ready to take on the day. It was the 29th, the day before my birthday, and I wanted a haircut and a new pair of heels. It’d been over a year since I’d had either. I made a call to two different salons (I hate phone calls) and got an appointment for 3:30. After my hair, I called my great-aunt (really, I hate phone calls) to thank her for her Christmas gift (a crisp $100 bill, because she’s classy like that), and told her that I’d used it to get a lovely haircut. She was pleased, and thanked me for my gift (the softest, warmest, biggest pale pink knit scarf ever created). We talked for about 15 minutes as I walked toward the mall. It was a big deal because I normally take a very long time to psych myself up to make a call, but I’d made 3 today with almost no hesitation.

I partied on my birthday, bowling and arcade games all night. I partied on New Year’s Eve, a Star Wars themed event in my own house, put on by my roommates and I. New Year’s Day came and I was more hungover than I’d been in ages. Beer, wine, liquor, and not enough water the night before meant I was feeling pretty gross. But by 3:30 PM I’d had a lot of water and finally got around to going for a walk. I’d forgotten how picturesque it is around my house, the river is finally flowing swiftly again and winter’s cold touch has brought an eerie beauty to the landscape. I walked along the trail for a while, enjoying the scenery, meditating, examining myself, and then a cyclist passed me by. But he wasn’t on the path, he was up on the thick wall that separates the path from the river. I thought that looked neat, so I walked along it for a while, concentrating on my balance, eyes firmly planted several few paces ahead. Then I realized, sure it looks nice from the outside observer, to be walking up here, balancing and making some effort while trying to make it look easy... but I had been so absorbed in what I was doing that I almost didn’t see that there were now several beautiful egrets in the river. I had stopped looking at and enjoying the beauty around me because I was worried about the difficult path I’d chosen to walk on. I hopped down from the wall. I think this year is going to be different.

#newyear #fitness #self care #long read #stress #mental health #wellness

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