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caspercryptid · 2 years

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I AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR KITSUNE SIBLINGS(?) CAN WE GET MORE 👀‼️

They are siblings! okay, I haven't written in like a month because of carpal tunnel and fatigue but. I love the Darling Siblings. they're unhinged. They're the three children of a kitsune their father Jack fell in love with in college and then had a bitter bitter fucking divorce with that led to her leaving him with the kids and ditching because he Fucked Up Big Time. So. Half-kitsune. Jack Darling is a whole other post but he's.... an archaeology professor with a penchant for finding cursed objects and absolutely zero fear of death or ability to be Cautious. He's pushing 60 and worries his kids Deeply. He was fired from his university job and now sort of softly robs private collections because he was like Well This Is All Stolen Anyway. Carrie, his youngest, adores him and wants to be just like him. She's a college student. Ford, his middle child, also adores him and Is just like him. He's a bartender. Harry.... is an accountant.

so! I wrote you a darling family holiday. _____

It is 6.52pm, and Harry Darling has allotted himself seven more minutes of pretending he’s an orphan before he goes back out into the living room.

Unfortunately, his husband knows exactly what that look in his eyes means, and is having none of it.

“Sweetheart” Harry says, trying to keep his tone from pleading. “Isn’t there anything I can help you with? You must be so tired from cooking all day-”

Santos gives him the flat look of someone not buying his shit for a second. It’s a very familiar look. Harry wishes he could attribute his familiarity with it to their years of loving marriage, to knowing all of Santos’s looks, or to him having directed it at the children. In actuality, Harry is pretty sure he got that look at least twice the day they met and every day thereafter.

“Jack’s going to be here soon, isn’t he?”

Harry winces a little, and Santos sighs. “He’s your father-”

“I know-”

“And you love him.”

Harry sighs. “I do.”

“And you haven’t seen him in six months.”

“Because he got arrested.”

“And? We’ve bailed your siblings out of jail three times this winter.”

Harry frowns. “Three? When was the third?”

“This morning.”

“What?”

Santos waves him off, like he’s the one being hysterical, and pushes him towards the door. “Out of my kitchen, or I'm frying you with garlic butter or maybe basting you.”

“You can grease me up any time if you leave the frier out of it.” Harry jokes.

“The frier wouldn’t even hurt you, baby.” Santos smacks his ass, lightly. “Greasing you up later. Once the kids are asleep. Family time now.”

“Kill me.” Harry mutters.

“Ask Ford to tell you what he did last night, maybe you’ll finally get that heart attack i’ve been trying to save you from by lowering your cholesterol.”

“What-”

“Ask your brother.” Santos says, shoving his husband with ease despite Harry’s foot of height advantage. “Shoo. If you come back in here before I hear your father break something i’m going to make it rain on you on your way to work.”

Harry knows better than to call that bluff, so he just twists to kiss Santos’s forehead before he heads back out into the living room, immediately ducking as a football whizzes over his head.

He pops back up, glaring in the direction it came from, and is totally unsurprised to meet the eyes of his sister. She grins, sheepish.

“Oops?”

“What did I say about sports in the house.”

“I don’t know, actually, must have missed that.” She says, tapping her cheek. “Ford, what did he say about sports in the house?”

“Well, he let his kids run around with the ball.” Ford says, lounging on the couch. “So I think we should get a pass.”

“You are not my children.” Harry says, coming up behind the couch ford is on and tipping it forward, trying to dump him onto the ground. “My children have more maturity than you.”

“Hey, I can be plenty mature.” Ford says, popping his claws out and clinging to the couch automatically before he registers what he did. “-ssshhhiit, uh, I can buy you new seat covers.”

Harry sighs. “Don’t bother, I’ve got changeable ones on because the babies- nevermind. Prove you’re mature by acting like it, for once. What the fuck did you get arrested for?”

“Well, I think that’s evidence i’m not a kid.” Ford says, his grin audible. “Kids don’t get arrested for public indecency.”

Harry just flips the entire couch over on him and then sits on it, taking just a moment of satisfaction at his startled yelp before the doorbell rings, because of course, he can’t have anything.

“You gonna get that?” Carrie asks, innocently. “I mean it is your house.”

Harry eyes her, running calculations in his head, and then says--

“I’ll do your taxes for free if you hold him down till I get back.”

“Sold.” She says, immediately, jumping up. “You fucking traitor!” Ford calls. “I’m gonna go fox and eat my way through this couch, so help me.”

“No you won’t.” Santos yells from the kitchen, and Ford winces.

“I misspoke! I would never do such a thing!” he yells.

Carrie hops on top of the back of the couch, still texting in one hand, and then tucks it away.

“You ready?” She asks Harry, unusually serious.

He sighs. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

“You missed him.”

“Of course I did.”

Despite Carrie being the youngest, and thus the furthest from him, sometimes she had a knack for cutting through the fog in his head. Ford tended to break out a smoke machine. Carrie gently jabs his ribs. “It’ll be fine.”

“Shouldn’t his favorite child get the door?” he deadpans.

“Don’t be stupid.” Ford says, muffled, under the couch. “You’re still the eldest. Even if you are a fucking accountant.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence.” He mutters.

“You gave him grandkids.” Carrie says. “Come on, Harry. Don’t be stupid. Get the door.”

Harry half-smiles at her. He has a respectable career, a stable relationship, an established schedule and a domestic life. All of which means he has nothing in common with his father. He takes a deep breath.

“Here we go.” he mutters, and goes to get the door.

At least when all else failed, there were baby pictures.

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 months

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alone on christmas ~ billy butcher;the boys

word count: 2253

request?: no

description: in which the two members of the team who are alone on christmas eve decide to spend the night together

pairing: billy butcher x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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The elevator dinged, signaling that you had arrived on the floor of your office. Well, "office" was a generous word. It was a small, open space in a super old building (MM claimed it was "historic") with a couple of desks that were rarely used. The room was dimly lit by the multi-colored Christmas lights strung around the room, as well as from the small tree in the corner of the room. Kimiko had gotten the idea to decorate the office and everyone else was on board, even grumpy Billy Butcher.

It was Christmas Eve and everyone else was home with their families. Your families lived a state over, and normally you would've gone home for the holidays, but your parents had gone on a Christmas cruise and agreed to do your celebrations when they got home. Since you had no one else to celebrate Christmas with, you decided to pick up some paperwork you had at the office and work on it at home while some Christmas movie played in the background.

You approached your desk, unaware of anyone else in the room until a voice said, "Evening, love."

"Jesus!" you hissed as you jumped.

Butcher chuckled. "Nope, just me."

He was sat at his desk, mostly covered in darkness. You could only make out the outline of him through the Christmas lights.

"What the hell are you doing sitting here in the dark like a fucking creep?" you asked as you turned back to flick on the lights. The two of you winced as the dark room suddenly became very bright.

"I was just finishing up some work and liked the mood lighting better," he explained. "What are you doin' here on Christmas Eve?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I don't celebrate Christmas anymore. Not since..." He trailed off, his eyes dropping back to whatever he had been working on. "Just not in a long time."

He didn't have to specify. You knew exactlu what made him give up on Christmas.

"You didn't answer my question," he pointed out.

"My parents are gone on a cruise for Christmas, so I won't be going home till sometime around New Years. I came to get something I was working on to finish it at home."

"You're not celebrating with anyone else?"

"Who else would I celebrate with? My siblings have their own families, and the only friends I have are you cunts."

This earned a low chuckle from Butcher. You couldn't help but smile. You returned to your desk to collect the papers when a thought crossed your mind.

"Hey Butcher?" he looked up at you. "Do you want to come over? Maybe we could have our own Christmas Eve celebration."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "What did you have in mind?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. I could make us something to eat. Pour up a few drinks. Watch a cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie."

You weren't sure if he'd agree. It didn't seem like his scene. Butcher was probably the exact opposite of holiday cheer. Sitting in a dark office doing paperwork about taking down Supes was probably a much more appealing offer to him than Hallmark Christmas movies. But you wouldn't feel right if you didn't at least offer. Billy Butcher may have been a cynical prick that got on everyone's nerves, but no one deserved to spend Christmas alone.

To your surprise, he closed up the file he had been working on and stood. "Text me the address, I'll meet you there."

About ten minutes later, you were pulling into your driveway while Butcher was parking on the side of the road. He followed you up to your door and stepped inside as you opened it for him. He looked around, taking in your space as you kicked off your boots and hung up your coat.

"What are you feeling for drinks?" you asked.

"Do you have any bourbon?" he asked.

You opened your fridge and pulled out a full bottle of bourbon. "Want it straight or mixed with some eggnog?"

He made a face of disgust that made you laugh. You grabbed a glass and poured him a glass of straight bourbon, adding a few ice cubes before passing him the glass. You opted for the spiked eggnog approach for something a little more festive. You pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and pre-heated the oven.

"Not exactly a Christmas feast," Butcher commented.

"If you're going to be ungrateful, you can go back to the office by yourself," you retorted. "Oh, since you're here, I do have a gift for you."

He watched as you walked to your living room where your tree was shining with yellow lights. The presents underneath were mainly for your family, but you had gotten a gift for each member of The Boys too, since they were like your second family.

"You didn't have to get me anything," he said.

"Shut the fuck up and take the gift," you teased, thrusting the gift bag into his hands.

He shook his head, playfully smiling. He sat down on the ouch and you sat next to him. He pulled the tissue paper from the bag and discarded it onto the floor. You would've been a little annoyed if you weren't waiting to see his reaction to the gift.

The first thing he pulled out was a Spice Girls CD. You couldn't hold back your giggles as he gave you a dirty look. "Your favorite band."

"This is the worst insult you could've ever given me," he said.

"There's something else in there that might make it up to you."

Butcher pulled out a bundle of white tissue paper. Wrapped in it was an ornament you had gotten custom made. It was a gingerbread wearing a black trench coat and black boots, and had a black beard on its face. He held it in his hand for a while. You studied his face, trying to gauge some reaction to the gift.

"You're kind of an enigma," you explained. "And I guess I understand why, but it makes it incredibly impossible to buy you a Christmas gift. So I went with the Spice Girls CD as a gag gift, and then I found this lady who makes custom made Christmas ornaments that are gingerbread men made to look like certain people. I thought it was better than nothing."

"You had this made for me?" he asked. "That must've cost ya a fortune."

"It doesn't matter what it cost."

He was still holding it, looking at it. When he looked up at you, you were captured by his eyes. There was something warm bubbling inside of you. You figured it was the eggnog, but a little voice in the back of your head whispered that it wasn't.

"It's very thoughtful," Butcher said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Merry Christmas, Butcher."

You were so close to him. You hadn't noticed just how close you were sitting. Your noses were inches away from touching.

And then the pre-heat on the oven went off.

You quickly got up to go put the pizza in the oven. You stood in the kitchen afterwards, trying to talk yourself down from whatever just happened. You were sure it was just the alcohol mixed with the holiday feelings. There was no way you were getting all fuzzy and lightheaded for Billy Butcher of all people. Not that you had any ill feelings towards Butcher. He could be an annoying asshole that pushed your patience levels, but you didn't hate him by any means. On the other hand, you didn't think you could've had those kind of feelings for him. He was your team leader and that was it.

But he was also very handsome. In a rugged type of way anyways. You couldn't deny that.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of all those thoughts. You went to the fridge to pour up another drink.

Once the pizza was ready, you brought the pan to your living room and placed it on the coffee table with a dish towel under it, and two plates along the side for both of you. You topped up Butcher's drink before sitting next to him.

"Let me guess, your favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard?" you asked.

He chuckled. "And you said I'm an enigma."

"Not so much so that I'd think you would want to watch cheesy Christmas movies."

"Eh, don't write me off from all Christmas movies. I would love watching National Lampoons Christmas Vacation every year."

"Okay, we're starting with that one then. That is a classic."

You turned on the movie and settled into the couch. You pulled a fuzzy blanket over your lap and started eating away at the pizza. You initially started on separate ends of the couch, but you found yourself inching closer to Butcher. First it was offering him some of the blanket. He agreed and you shuffled close enough that he could throw a corner of it over his lap. Then it was him reaching for a slice of pizza, scooting a little closer because he "couldn't reach the food" (his words). At one point, you both just shifted closer for no reason at all. When Butcher put his arm along the back of the couch, you leaned into him.

It almost felt normal; cuddled up on the couch, laughing at the hijinks of the Griswold family during Christmas, the only thing lighting the room being the Christmas tree. This is what you imagined Christmas would be like if you were actually in a relationship, not just tipsy and getting a little too close to your team leader.

"See, this movie just cements why I am okay with not celebrating Christmas," Butcher commented. "All the bullshit with family stressing you out and annoying the living shit out of ya. I don't know why anyone ever puts up with it."

"Because despite the chaos, it's time together with family," you said. "Most people love time together with family, even if sometimes family members know how to get on your last nerve."

Butcher shook his head. "Not me. Even when Becca was around, her family..."

He trailed off. You lifted your head to look at him. You couldn't read the expression on his face, so you couldn't tell if mentioning Becca had hit a nerve for him, or if he regretted bringing her up given your current...closeness.

"You can talk about her you know," you told him. "If you feel up to it, I mean. I know it's hard."

"It's easier now that I finally have a definitive answer," he said. "I went years not knowing if I should believe that she was alive or dead. It's fucked up to say, but knowing now that she's gone is a bit of closure for me at least."

"And you still have Ryan," you added. "Even if he's the spawn of Supe Satan himself, that kid is still a part of Becca."

"Thank God he's more like his mother than his father."

"You have us too," you said, playfully nudging his shoulder to try and lighten the mood. "The Boys, I mean. We're like a family now."

He chuckled. "That doesn't exactly help with your point. You lot annoy the fuck out of me too."

"And you annoy the fuck out of us, so we're all even then."

He turned to look at you, finally smiling again. You smiled back at him. There was a brief pause before suddenly he was leaning forward to press his lips against yours. It took you by surprise, but it didn't take long for your muddled brain to have you moving in response, kissing him back.

He pulled away just as quickly as he had moved in. "Sorry. That was, uh...I shouldn't have done that."

Instead of saying anything, you leaned in to kiss him again. He was receptive, which told you he didn't actually regret kissing you first. He gently cupped your face while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The blanket fell to the floor as you sat up on your knees to try and deepen the kiss.

"Whoa, slow down," Butcher said, pulling away slightly but still resting his head against yours. "You've had a few drinks."

"I'm fine," you responded, although you were now more aware of the fact that the lightheadedness you were feeling was from more than just the kiss.

"Either way, I'm not pushing things further when you're not sober," he said.

"Will you stay the night?" you asked him. "I have a guest bedroom...or you can stay in my bed."

He chuckled and kissed your forehead, pulling you in so you were cuddled up against his side again. "I have a feeling if I sleep in your bed I will have a harder time restraining myself."

"Maybe that's my plan."

He shook his head, a smile on his face. "I'll stay the night. If this is how you're feeling in the morning, we can try again then."

Your whole body felt like it was on fire just from his words. You weren't sure how you were going to be able to wait another 12 hours for him to make good on his promise. You appreciated him respecting you enough to wait till you were sober, but also you wished he wouldn't be so respectful.

"Merry Christmas, Billy," you said.

He kissed you on top of your head and said, "Merry Christmas, love."

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vivwritesfics · 5 months

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Poly!Landoscar where they’re on winter break and reader takes them to her home town which is super snowing, ski/snowboard village type vibe? (I’ve got Colorado in my head for some reason🤣) Maybe she’s got a really big family and they all share a cabin for a holiday in the winter?

Making my way through blurb requests tonight (don't be surprised if this is the only one I end up doing)

Snow. It didn't often snow in England, where Lando spent a lot of his Christmases before he met his partners. It didn't snow where Oscar was from, either.

So, when Y/Ns family invited the boys up to the family cabin in Denver, they jumped at the chance. A snow day was exactly what they needed this Christmas.

With the length of the flight, Y/N, Lando, and Oscar decided it best to spend at least two weeks up there. A week with Y/N's family and a week in the cabin.

During their week in Y/N's home, the three of them shared Y/N childhood bed. It was a squeeze for the three of them, who were used to one of those bigger than normal beds. But it was cosy and comfortable in the cold climate that the boys weren't used to.

Lando and Oscar were like kids out in the snow. Lando threw snowballs as Oscar tried his best to build a snowman (but Lando kept aiming for the snowman, hitting the head off of the body). When Oscar was finish, Y/N came out with a spare hat and scarf. She wrapped it around the snowman, standing back to admire Oscar's work.

On the second week on their holiday, the throuple, along with Y/N's parents, set off for their holiday cabin. Y/N's siblings and families were to meet them their. Her brother and her sister both had families of their own, partners they had married and a gaggle of kids each.

Y/N had warned Lando and Oscar about the gaggle of kids on the drive up. "They are wild, feral demons," she said, driving behind her parents. "Don't let them bully you, okay? Because, you show one sign of weakness, and they'll be on you."

"Should we be scared?" Asked Oscar. When Y/N drove (which wasn't very often, only when they were in the states for insurance reasons), Lando would be in the passenger seat and Oscar would be in the back. If it was Oscar driving, Y/N was beside him and Lando was in the back. And, if it was Lando, Oscar was in the front with him.

"Terrified, more like," Y/N answered as the cabin came into view.

The cabin was a part of one of those skiing villages. It was owned by the entire family, Y/N's parents, aunt and uncles on both sides. They just had to stay coordinated enough to ensure it was being evenly shared.

Y/N parked up beside her parents. "Game plan is we settle in and hit the slopes," she said and pushed open the car door.

The boys grabbed their things from the back of the car. They didn't let Y/N carry anything as she led them into the cabin, following her parents.

When they got inside, Y/N's parents were stood in the foyer. "We've been thinking," said Y/N's mother as the boys set their things down, "that, because there are three of you, you guys should get the master bedroom."

Y/N's brows furrowed. "Are you sure?" She asked them.

With his jaw clenched, Y/N's father nodded his head. "Just remember, we'll be in the room next door," he said, staring past her, at Lando and Oscar.

After they unpacked their things, Y/N took the boys skiing. They started on the easiest slope, since Lando and Oscar didn't have as much skiing experience. They had some, but not a lot.

Once the skiing was done, Y/N took Lando and Oscar to the café in the skiing village. She'd been going there since she was a kid, most of the staff being friends she knew from high school.

After ordering three rounds of hot chocolate, Y/N joined the boys by the window. As she sat down, they were by the window, watching as the snow fell. "This is amazing," Lando muttered as he cupped his hand around his hot chocolate.

***

Y/N's siblings had arrived that evening. It had taken the kids three hours to break Lando and Oscar.

Y/N and her siblings had all been ice skating since they were children. The sisters had played hockey while growing up and now the kids did the same.

As soon as they'd met Lando and Oscar, the kids had been trying their best to get them to take them skating. It didn't matter that they couldn't skate, but it was what the kids wanted. They'd been screaming, jumping up and down on the sofa as they screamed at Lando and Oscar.

And then the boys agreed.

The kids settled down for the night, with the promise of going skating the next day.

The skating... wasn't going well. Lando and Oscar were like bambi on the ice, with the kids skating circles around them. They were tripped up, falling flat on the facing several times.

Y/N's laugher wasn't helping. She stood on the side lines, watching and high fiving the kids as the skated past her.

And then she got onto the rink. "Osc, grab a hold of Lando," she said as she grabbed Lando's hand. Oscar placed his hands on his shoulders as Y/N began skating backwards, pulling them along. She was constantly looking around, keeping an eye on her nieces and nephews.

They managed to trip her up once, with her, Lando and Oscar falling into one pile. But they didn't mind, the three of them erupting into giggles. "Kind of the best snow day ever, right?" She asked and leaned forward to kiss Lando.

She kissed Oscar, too, the kids behind them letting out a series of 'ew's.

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thewondelandifulcafe · 11 months

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Happy Father’s Day!!

Title: Happy Father’s Day!!

Menu: Twisted Wonderland

Beverage: Thai Bubble Tea, Green Tea, Honeydew Milk Tea

Main Dish(es): Croissants

Side Dish(es): Pies: Pumpkin Pie

Spoilers: None

Word Count:

Trigger Warning: None

Summary: How would they be as fathers? Good or Bad? Fun or Strict?

Notes: K/N = Kid’s name, O/K/N = other kid’s name

Leona Kingscholar

He would be that father who would say “Yes honey” and not put up a fight with you. He’s too lazy. Yes even at what 35 or however old he is he’s still the laziest person your ever meet.

He’s also the dad that if their kid does something wrong he will do one of two things. One: Say nothing absolutely nothing to you if he finds it ever harmless or if he wants to annoy you. Two: Snitch on his kid. Yes he will snitch on his own kid. “Oh Y/N~ Guess what K/N did.” “Dad no!”

You and him have three or one kids no other questions. He refuses to have two kids. He knows the pain of being second oldest with no little sibling to be with him. Three kids is your best bet if you want more.

He’s watching tv with you and your kid climbs on top of him. He’s “annoyed” and tries to push his kid alway. K/N staying on refusing to let go. And laying on his stomach like it’s a pillow. You are laughing and Leona is grinning ear to ear. Laughing loudly.

“K/N get off” Leona says jokingly “annoyed”. Leona tries push K/N alway while K/N is whining because he doesn’t want to get off. You bursting out in laughter. Leona gives up and K/N lays his head on Leona’s stomach; napping. Leona grinning ear to ear. Both of you laughing.

“Like father like son/daughter”

Malleus Draconia

He’s that father who wants what’s best for his kid so he is strict but fun. He will always try to let his kid do whatever he wants (of course with normal rules) but if he thinks it’s too dangerous he will refuse to let them.

He wants maybe one or two but whatever his child of the man wants he’s happy to oblige. Nothing else is more important to him than his family. Anything you want he’s happy to deliver.

He goes all out on gifts for his kid, anything they want they’ll got of course with rules involved. Nothing is too expensive. This man is a prince for god sakes. He will probably want to buy a little too much. You have to tell him when enough is enough. He listens very easily. K/ N whines a bit.

“Mal don’t you think that’s a bit too much” you lay on Malleus’s arm. “Of course darling I didn’t realize,” Malleus says without much fuss. “But Dad,” K/N pouts. “K/N look at all the gifts you have already,” you tell K/N. K/N looks around to see the mountains of gifts. “Fineee” they whined.

“Mal sometimes I think your spoil them too much.”

Kalim Al-Asim

Anything your kid wants he gives. No rules no nothing. You have to worry about that. Always wants to gift them something everyday.

Wants to have like 19 or 32 kids like he did. But he’ll be happy with 5. He understands if you don’t want as much. But someone has to keep them company it can’t be just you two!

Overreacts about everything. K/N passed a history test? “Let’s have feast for their achievement!” He sprained his ankle? “Y/N CALL 911 WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!” Etc you get the deal.

“K/N whats wrong? Kalim asks. “O/K/N pushed me!” K/N cried. “I hurt my ankle!” “YOU HURT YOUR ANKLE?!” Kalim screamed so loud you panicked and ran to where Kalim was. “KALIM WHAT HAPPENED?” You yelled. “Y/N CALL 911 WE NEED AN AMBULANCE!!” Kalim screams worried. “What why what happened.” “I hurt my ankle” K/N says with the most innocent face. “He’s fine” You said. “Really?!” Kalim says.

“Oh Kalim it’s not that big of a deal just let him rest.”

A/N: I finally posted! I’m so proud of this! Happy Father’s Day btw! Some of these things are based on my own dad so try and guess which one. I’m going to try to post on Sundays and Holidays! I’m taking requests! So please check here

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #twst headcanons #leona #Kalim x reader #Malleus x reader #leona x you #leona x reader #Kalim x y/n #leona x y/n #Malleus #Malleus x you #malleus x y/n #twst malleus #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 5 months

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Unconventional Traditions - S.Harrington

Summary - Steve, his girlfriend and their friends have some very unconventional traditions which lead to some holiday shenanigans.

Word Count - 1164

Warnings - drug use(weed), profanity, mentions of sex, female reader, use of Y/N, not proofread

Author's Note - Day 11!! I'm back to posting at my usual time for now, it probably won't last but I will try! I hope you enjoy!

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Their traditions started in the morning on Christmas Eve. They would all gather at Steve’s house since his parents were never home and have breakfast together. The breakfast was always the same options, pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit salad and french toast. Y/N usually spends the night before getting everything prepared and waking up extra early to get to cooking. Steve was pretty good in the kitchen but she was better at multitasking so the cooking was left up to her as Steve cut up fruit.

After breakfast, they usually will start a few different holiday themed puzzles. They usually had about three going at once, making it a competition to see which team finished first. Every year it was Y/N, Steve and Robin finishing first which may seem surprising but their three brains equal about two depending on how tired they were. They had a system down, Y/N would get all of the edge pieces done, then work on the bottle, Robin working in the middle and Steve working at the top. The system had yet to fail them.

The puzzles usually took them about 3 hours so by the time they were done, they would go to start their movie marathon. Because Robing and Steve worked at the video store, they were able to snag the last copies of A Christmas Story, Gremlins and A Christmas Carol so they usually started with Gremlins. As the movie began, most of the older teens, and by most that really just meant Eddie, Steve, Y/N and Gareth going outside to light up a joint to pass between the four of them. As they got a slight high going, they would head back inside to the warmth, start up a fire and Y/N would go back to the kitchen to start making some hot chocolate.

Nobody dared to make hot chocolate because they all knew hers was the best, spiking the hot chocolate for the older teens and leaving a normal hot chocolate for the younger ones. They would all cram into the living room, around the tv and watch their movies and drink their hot chocolate. As the movies came to an end, they would move to their next task, ordering a disgusting amount of pizza, by now the four stoners in the group were about four joints in, so the munchies had set in. Y/N used to make homemade pizza but they gave that up the year before because she tried to make pizza while she was baked and she nearly set the house on fire.

As they waited for the pizza to arrive, Nancy, Jonathan, Will, Mike, El and Argyle all walked in so they exchanged their gifts. Every year they did secret santa but not really, everyone knew who they had and there was a $20 limit. Their big rule was no significant others and no siblings. This year Y/N had the pleasure of buying for Eddie so she had gifted him some new guitar strings, picks and some joints rolled by her as an apology for always stealing his.

Robin had gotten Y/N, gifting the girl a new sketchbook, some sketching pencils and more crochet hooks since she lost hers like crazy. By the time the gift exchange was over, the pizza had arrived, everyone pitching in to pay before digging in. Y/N and Steve taking over the lazy boy. Golden Girls was playing on the tv quietly as the room was filled with chatter of the friends.

“I love doing this every year,” Steve admitted quietly to his girlfriend.

“I do too. This is our big dysfunctional family. I’d rather be here than spending time anywhere else,” She replied back, looking her boyfriend in the eye and admiring them. Steve took this chance to kiss his girlfriend gently, almost shy. “I love you Steve Harrington.”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

As the rest of the group finished up the pizza and cleaned the living room a bit. It was time for some games, they usually prank called their families so this year they started with the Wheelers. Eddie held the phone and everyone in the room dead silent to hear what was happening. “Hello?”

“Yeah, hi, this is Paul’s pizza just notifying you that your order of 12 pizzas is out for delivery. Will you be paying cash or card ma’am?” Eddie responded in a lower voice than his usual speaking voice.

“12 pizzas! I never ordered 12 pizzas! This must be a mistake!”

“Are you Karen Wheeler?”

“Well, yeah but-”

“Then the pizzas are for you, so cash or card lady?”

With that, she had hung up, the whole room bursting out in laughter. Y/N wiping a tear from her eye as Gareth dialed her parents house. This went on for another hour or so until everyone had started to yawn. The younger teens had already set up camp in the living room, the older ones were able to set up in the guest room, Steve’s parents’ room and his room as well.

The stoner group had multiplied, so the 6 of them had gone outside for one last pass around before calling it a night. After the joint had died out, they all went upstairs, going into the respective rooms. Eddie crashes on the floor in Steve’s room, Gareth and Argyle getting the guest room and Jonathan, Nancy and Robin getting Steve’s parents’ room. This had been their typical arrangement for the last couple years, nobody really daring to change it up.

“I swear if I hear you two fucking, I will vomit all over the both of you and then the carpet,” Eddie threatened.

“When have we ever had sex with you in the room?” Y/N asked him incredulously.

“Last year, you thought I was asleep but I wasn’t. You guys aren’t as quiet as you think, granted it was a little hot but I still wanted to vomit.” Steve chucked a pillow at Eddie’s head before collapsing on the bed.

“Don’t worry dude, I think we are far too high to have sex tonight,” Steve assured their friend.

“Whatever you say Steve,” Eddie replied unconvinced. She had finally gotten onto the bed, immediately making her way into Steve’s side and snuggling close.

“Goodnight baby,” Steve said to his girlfriend, kissing the top of her head.

“Aww, goodnight Harrington!” Eddie teased with a chuckle, earning a groan from the couple.

“Goodnight Eddie. Night Stevie,” Y/N giggled lightly before relaxing herself. She was the first one to fall asleep, drifting off not even 5 minutes after laying down.

“Night Munson.”

“Night Harrington.”

With that, all was quiet in the house, the only thing that was heard was gentle breathing and snoring. Snow gently falling as the night progressed, coating the house in a blanket of white and adding a chill in the air. Making their perfect and unconventional Christmas just that much cozier.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #strangerthings #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson #st fic #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #argyle #jonathan byers #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson

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hobipaint · 4 months

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Peppermint Mocha

synopsis: Wanting to break away from the hubbub of the big city life, you decided to return your quaint, tiny town, seeking solitude. However, you meet Hoseok, who seems way more familiar than he should, and your solitary vacation takes a turn - for the better, or for the worse?

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a/n: A very happy new year, everyone! And especially to the amazing @the-boy-meets-evil - jess, I was so glad I could be your secret santa this year! carol worked hard on her puns hehe :) i hope you enjoyed my asks and this fic! i'm so sorry for the delay in sending out this gift, but i hope you enjoy the extended holiday spirit :) and for everyone reading, I hope you have an amazing 2024!

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The holidays always went a little too fast for your liking. You didn’t know when it Christmas had come, shown its colours, and left; it felt like yesterday that you were preparing for Halloween. And yet, the wispy bits of fluffy snow falling from the sky said that it had been long since that time. You could feel the frosty bits of snow crunching under your feet as you trudged out of the airport into the lanes of the town.

In the distance, you could see the festive hubbub that surrounded your town - with officials figuring out logistics for lights and trees, vendors setting up their markets and little kids toying about with the snow: everything was exactly the same as you remembered when you had last been here.

“10 years,” you whispered to yourself, a small smile forming on your lips. “Hello again.”

Your family had once called this town home, back when you and your siblings were young kids. Time had flown away like the little snow flakes did now, and forced you all to move away from your home to build a future of your own. Normally, you would have wanted to be with your friends and family to celebrate the holidays, but something oddly made you want to come back here.

Making sure you had your belongings, you asked around to figure out where your lodge was located, not recognising a lot of the shops that now decorated the streets. Your parents had recommended a lodge they had first stayed in when they came here, one out of two cabins owned by a family friend who had since shifted to New York. They let you rent out one for the holidays, and encouraged you to get acquainted with the stranger who would be renting the other cabin around the same time - “wouldn’t hurt to make a new friend,” they’d said.

A tap on your shoulder broke your reverie. “Y/N?” A voice called behind you, making you turn to face the person in question. Dressed cosily in a green sweater that screamed the holiday spirit with vibrant red hearts and candy canes all over it, it was a man, snowflakes settling in his fluffed up brown hair. He was tall in a way that made you stretch your neck up to look at his big smile, and his eyes had a soft crinkle to them, as if you had just shared a funny anecdote.

“I’m Hoseok,” he mentioned, stretching out a hand. “I figured you’re the other person staying at the Woodson’s cabin, aren’t you?”

You accepted his hand, surprised at the warmth instantly engulfing your frosty fingers. “Yeah, I am. How did you know it was me, though?”

He grinned, tilting his head to look at your heavy bags - as if they were a clear indication. “No one really travels alone with three big bags to this town unless they’re planning a long vacation.”

You smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess that kinda gave it away.” You could feel him staring at you as if trying to figure out what kind of a person his neighbour for the next few days was like.

Hoseok flashed a friendly smile. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve got my car here, so if you don’t mind, we can get to the cabin together? Let me help you with those bags." He effortlessly grabbed two of your heavy bags, leaving you with just one.

“Thank you,” you said, following after him and settling into the warmth of his car. Helping him load your luggage on the car, Hoseok immediately ran off inside the car, immediately cranking the heat on. You couldn’t help but laugh as he gestured for you to come in quickly.

“Not a fan of the cold, I presume?” you asked.

“Brrrr,” he shivered, rubbing his palms together and blowing at them. “I love the aesthetics of cold weather, but absolutely hate the feeling of cold.” Starting the car, he slowly drove out of the parking lot, suddenly grinning to himself. “By the way, Y/N? You haven’t asked me for any proof of who I am,” he hesitated, looking over to you cautiously as if to detect any signs of panic.

You froze at his words, realising his perspective: you had just trusted an absolute stranger and gotten in the car. “Should I be worried, though?” You tried to play it off casually.

“I would suggest being worried, and not being relieved until you were sure I was the right person to approach you,” he said, lips pursed and hands tense on the steering wheel. “I could be really dangerous.”

For some reason, that stunned you, and yet, it made you burst out into laughter.

Hoseok looked at you confused. “What?”

Gasping for breath, you could barely stop your laughter enough to calm Hoseok’s concerned face. “Mrs. Woodson is a family friend, Hoseok. She’d already told me about you, and how you’ve been here for a few weeks at the cabin. I did recognise you a few seconds after you spoke to me.” You grinned. “It would have been concerning if I did blindly trust you and get in the car, though.”

Hseok dramatically breathed out, as if a huge tension had been lifted off of his chest. “Well, at least you knew who I was. Imagine if you didn’t know anyone or anything in this town and got all lost? I would feel terrible.”

You settled into your seat, humming in agreement with him. “I do know this town well enough, though. I have lived here for long enough to know these streets, even if they’re more colourful now than then.”

Hoseok smiled. “Ahh, so you lived here too.”

You turned to him in surprise. “You, too?”

He nodded. “I lived here for some years when I was younger. I don’t have very strong memories of this place here - I moved away with my dad after my parents divorced, you see - and came here only sometimes to visit my mom while she still lived here. And when all my family moved from here, I didn’t really have a reason to come back here as much.” He smiled softly. “But then, I just felt like I wanted to be here this year, alone, yes, but in a place I first started enjoying the holidays.”

You hummed in agreement, understanding the sentiment.

He pointed to the houses you were crossing outside, all cheerfully decorated in lights and decor. ‘I used to rank the houses by their decor every year, and then go to the house I ranked first to tell them that they won,” he said, making you both laugh. “I wonder if the owners are still the same people.”

“I would hope so, too,” you said. “‘My family and I had loads of friends we lost touch with. It would be nice to meet some of them.”

The road to the cabin was a long one, you knew, and yet, you weren’t as bothered about travelling a long distance as you thought you would be. Hoseok’s company and your childhood nostalgia got the best of you, keeping the conversation in good spirits as you made your way to the cabin.

As you climbed the steps up to the Woodson's cabin, Hoseok spoke up, "By the way, if you ever need anything or have any trouble, feel free to knock on my door. We're practically neighbours for the next few days." He knocked at his door jokingly, before showing you into your cabin.

You nodded in gratitude, feeling a sense of warmth in both the gesture and the offer.

The Woodson's cabin was a rustic haven nestled amidst a picturesque snowy landscape. Its exterior, adorned with a glistening layer of snow, exuded a quaint charm that perfectly complemented the festive spirit of the holidays. A trail of footprints led to the wooden porch, where a wreath of pine cones and twinkling lights welcomed visitors.

Upon entering, the warm aroma of burning pine logs greeted you, emanating from a grand fireplace that stood as the heart of the cozy abode. The crackling flames cast dancing shadows on the log walls, revealing a collection of Wooderson family mementoes – framed photographs capturing moments of laughter, family gatherings, and snowy adventures. The memories were frozen in time, a testament to the cabin's rich history and the cherished moments shared by generations past.

The living area featured plush, oversized chairs and a well-worn sofa, adorned with festive throw blankets that beckoned you to sink in and relish the comfort. The windows, framed by heavy curtains, offered panoramic views of the snow-covered landscape, while the soft glow of fairy lights added a touch of enchantment.

In the corner of the cabin, a towering Christmas tree stood adorned with an array of ornaments, casting a festive hue that bathed the room in a warm and inviting light. A quaint dining table, draped with a red-and-green checkered tablecloth, held the remnants of a shared meal, as the remnants of peppermint hot cocoa lingered in the air.

Upon entering, the warm aroma of burning pine logs greeted you, emanating from a grand fireplace that stood as the heart of the cosy abode. The crackling flames cast dancing shadows on the log walls, revealing a collection of Wooderson family mementoes – framed photographs capturing moments of laughter, family gatherings, and snowy adventures. You could spot your family and more familiar faces in the frames: the memories were frozen in time, a testament to the cabin's rich history and the cherished moments shared by generations past.

The living area featured plush, oversized chairs and a well-worn sofa adorned with festive throw blankets that beckoned you to sink in and relish the comfort. The windows, framed by heavy curtains, offered panoramic views of the snow-covered landscape, while the soft glow of fairy lights added a touch of enchantment.

In the corner of the cabin, a towering Christmas tree stood adorned with an array of ornaments, casting a festive hue that bathed the room in a warm and inviting light. A quaint dining table, draped with a red-and-green checkered tablecloth adorned the center of the cabin as the fragrance of toasted peppermint lingered in the air.

Hoseok bashfully scratched his head. “I may or may not have used your stove to make myself some Christmassy drinks.”

You grinned. “Was it something with peppermint?”

“How did you know?” Hoseok asked, nodding in agreement as he stacked the washed and dried mug back in the cabinet. “I’ve always loved a good old mint flavoured drink, and ‘tis the season for peppermint, isn’t it?”

Seeing your vigorous agreement, Hoseok offered to whip up a drink for you while you settled your belongings in the cabin.

“I’ll start the fireplace,” Hoseok called after you, busying away in the hall while you made your way to the bedroom.

It felt like ages since you had sat by yourself, giving yourself time to do nothing.

After you had moved away from your hometown, your life had been consumed with racing against the clock. With all your hardwork, you had been successful in your education, your career, and you had a place that you called your own. And yet, there were barely moments where you got to enjoy the time you so rightfully deserved to give yourself. Running around to prove yourself had only made you deprive yourself of your own time, seldom finding it in your busy hubbub.

And now, as you overlooked the snow-laden mountains, with the town distantly coloured in a warm hue, you felt your shoulders melt into a more carefree, comfortable posture. You deserved this, you thought to yourself. It was more than worth it to come here, all alone, and enjoy one vacation in solidarity. You deserved the time all to yourself.

And plus, Hoseok’s here for company, you added, feeling more and more resolute in your decision to take a break from the festive season.

“This tastes really good, and I say that as someone who barely drinks coffee,” you hummed, hands wrapping around the warm mug that Hoseok handed to you.

He occupied the other end of the sofa, matching mug in his hands, crossing his legs comfortably. “That’s mainly because of the peppermint, Y/N. It adds a sense of uniqueness to the otherwise common coffee and elevates it.” You giggled at his narration as he indicated to his mug as if pitching a billion-dollar idea.

“I noticed you like peppermints a lot,” you said, sipping away at the drink. “I like them too, but it is rare to find a fellow lover.”

“Oh, I love them!” Hoseok beamed eagerly. “Peppermint mochas are probably my favourite thing to make over the holidays. It is the only time of the year where it tastes just right and fits in, you know?”

“My family used to make peppermint-infused hot chocolate,” you grinned. “It used to taste amazing.”

As the crackling fire painted a warm ambience across the cabin, a subtle wave of nostalgia washed over you. The flickering flames seemed to dance in sync with the memories of holidays long gone, reminding you of the lively chaos that filled your childhood home during this time of year.

Hoseok, sensing a shift in your demeanour, looked at you with understanding eyes. "Something on your mind, Y/N?" he asked, the glow from the fireplace casting a gentle warmth on his features.

You hesitated for a moment before responding, "It's just that... well, I miss my family. The holidays were always about being together; this year, being here alone feels different. I mean, it's wonderful to be back in this town, but the absence of their laughter and the familiar holiday chaos is hard to ignore."

Hoseok nodded empathetically, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I get that. Family has a way of making this time of year special. Maybe we can bring a little bit of that magic here. What's something your family always did during the holidays?"

As you shared tales of your family's traditions, Hoseok listened attentively. You don’t know when you two had started shifted closer, but soon enough, you and Hoseok were slapping each other on the arms while laughing away at old, embarrassing childhood stories.

“I can’t believe you would do that!” you laughed, wiping a tear away from your eyes. Hoseok chuckled at your state.

“Well, its at least better than when my family paraded me as baby Jesus on Halloween - my neighbour’s kid actually thought I was him,” he added, making you laugh even more.

Outside, you could see the snow settling up higher and higher, and soon you and Hoseok decided to bid goodbye for the night. While walking him out, you chatted about more anecdotes from your time in this town - and you found yourself thinking, this vacation isn’t off to a bad start at all.

Just before saying your goodbyes, Hoseok's eyes caught something above the door – a delicate mistletoe, adorned with tiny white berries, hung there as if placed by some unseen holiday fairy. A mischievous glint sparkled in Hoseok's eyes as he gently pointed upward.

"Well, look what we have here," he remarked with a playful grin, drawing your attention to the festive foliage above.

Your gaze followed his, and a soft gasp escaped your lips as you realized the implication. The air seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension, and a warm flush crept up your cheeks. Hoseok, with a charming smile, took a step closer, the glow of the cabin's lights framing his silhouette against the snowy backdrop.

"Tradition dictates that if two people find themselves beneath mistletoe, they share a kiss," Hoseok said, his voice low and filled with a playful warmth. “Unless they both don’t consent, of course.”

You hesitated, before responding. “I’m single, so - unless you don’t want to -”

Before you could fully complete your words, Hoseok leaned in, closing the gap between you. Time seemed to slow as his lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss, capturing the essence of the winter night and the enchantment that hung in the air. The snowflakes continued their silent descent around you, adding a touch of whimsy to the unexpected yet welcomed moment.

As his lips parted from yours, you could feel the frosty snow take away his warmth, and you oddly wanted nothing more to pull him back and kiss him.

But he was already walking away, promising to see you the next day. “See you tomorrow, beautiful."

The mistletoe kiss had cast a spell, and the days that followed became a tapestry woven with the threads of shared laughter and newfound connection. The town, now dressed in the shimmering aftermath of Christmas, beckoned the two of you to explore its post-celebration charm.

In the heart of the town, where the streets turned into a canvas painted with the hues of festive lights, you couldn't help but marvel at the lively holiday market. "It's like walking into a snow globe," you mused, the twinkling lights reflecting in her eyes.

Hoseok grinned, the glow of the lights accentuating the warmth in his eyes. "A magical snow globe where every shop is a treasure trove waiting to be discovered."

The vendors, like holiday artisans, showcased their creations with pride. Hoseok found himself drawn to a quaint bakery where the scent of peppermint-infused pastries lingered in the air. "I can almost taste the nostalgia in these," he remarked, savoring a bite of a holiday treat.

You chuckled, a melody that harmonized with the festive ambience. "Nostalgia is the secret ingredient that makes everything here taste like a piece of childhood."

As you both strolled through the town square, the ice-skating rink unfolded like a winter dreamscape. People of all ages took advantage of the icy wonderland, gliding and playing around on the ice. "Care to join me?" Hoseok extended his hand, the invitation echoing your kiss from a few nights ago.

You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. “As long as you don’t make me fall,” you remarked, making him laugh.

Evenings were a journey through the luminous streets, where each step resonated with shared stories and whispered dreams. The glow of holiday lights reflected in his eyes as they approached midnight. Hoseok, holding Y/N close, whispered against the backdrop of fireworks, "Here's to new beginnings."

It was almost as if the post-Christmas festivities had turned the town into a living storybook, with Hoseok and you as its protagonists. The holiday magic lingered in the air, blending seamlessly with the enchanting connection that unfolded like the turning pages of a heartwarming tale.

A chilly onslaught broke the rather pleasant dream you were having. Groggily, you woke up, wrapping the blanket around you strongly to block out the sudden rush of iciness. The fireplace weakly flickered, and you could hear the howling winds outside as a storm built up.

Not knowing what to do, you decided your best option was probably to try to revive the fireplace and whip up something warm for yourself. You poked at the fire, but it seemed like it wouldn’t revive at all. As the firewood dwindled and the flames grew weaker, the bitter cold of the snowstorm seeped into the cabin, chilling the air and turning every breath into a visible mist. Despite your best efforts, the fire refused to revive, leaving you shivering and desperate for warmth.

“I did come here to be alone, but this is not what I envisioned,” you laughed to yourself, hugging your blanket tighter.

Your phone was not getting any network, so you hoped that Hoseok would somehow be awake at 2 AM. Bundling yourself up to the best of your abilities, you set out to his side of the cabin, knocking at his door as loudly as you could.

A few minutes later, a rather disgruntled Hoseok appeared at the door. “Is everything okay?” he rasped, hair awry and clothes haphazardly pulled on.

“I think my heating is broken, and the fire isn’t reviving, either.” You explained.

“Ahh.” Hoseok welcomed you in his cabin - a near mirror image of your one - and let you settle up on the couch while he volunteered to check on your heating system.

While Hoseok busied himself outside, you noticed how tidy Hoseok had kept the cabin. There were more photos here - though you could only recognise a few faces - and a few more albums, stacked on the table next to the fireplace. Curiosity getting the better of you, you decided to peruse through one of them, immediately finding pictures of people from your neighbourhood celebrating Christmas together. On some pages, you could find your own parents smiling back at you, with your siblings holding hands with the other kids from the neighbourhood and singing carols captured in a faded photo.

To your surprise, you stumbled upon a faded photograph of two young kids, clutching a bag of peppermints, wearing matching grins.

Hoseok stepped in at that time, and yet, in your shock, you could barely register any of the words he was saying.

"Hoseok, is this...?" you began, showing him the picture.

He glanced over and chuckled. "Yeah, that's me, and my neighbour’s kid. We used to be quite the troublemakers when our families spent holidays here together."

You smiled. “Do you know where this kid is now?”

“No,” he said, sadly. “I wish I did, though. We used to be best friends when we were younger, literally joined at the hip, but didn’t really stay in touch after I left. I sometimes do wonder about her.”

You held the picture up to your face, making Hoseok face you. “Don’t you think something about us looks similar?”

Hoseok frowned, judging the faded Kodak with your beaming face. “You do have the same eyes, now that you say it. She had very pretty eyes.”

“Do you not remember her name?” You asked.

“We would call each other with nicknames,” Hoseok said, dusting the snow off his hair. “I used to call her Bunny, and she used to call me-”

“Hobi,” you completed, eyes gleaming.

Hoseok looked stunned. “Yeah, that’s what she called me. How did you know that?”

You laughed at his oblivion. “Because I am Bunny, silly.”

“Wha-oh?” Hoseok exclaimed, bracing himself as you rushed to hug your childhood best friend. “Are you serious?”

“I am,” you convinced him, finding it just as hard to believe as him. I mean, you don’t come to a cabin on the outskirts of the town looking for solitude only to bump into your childhood best friend again, do you?

Hoseok pulled away from you, gripping your shoulders and letting his eyes take in every part of you - as if he were meeting you for the first time again. “I can’t believe it is you.”

“Me neither,” you said, as you kissed his cheek. “It has been far too long, Hobi.”

Hoseok's astonishment lingered in the air as you both navigated the surprising reunion. The faded photograph, a relic of childhood mischief, lay forgotten on the table, replaced by the incredulous exchange between Bunny and Hobi after years of separation.

The cabin, with its walls echoing with the laughter of yesteryears, seemed to encase the timeless connection that had just resurfaced. Hoseok's eyes remained fixed on you, his disbelief slowly giving way to the realization that the Bunny he once knew was standing right in front of him.

As the shock settled, you couldn't help but laugh at the sheer serendipity of the moment. "I never imagined I'd find Bunny and Hobi reunited in a cabin on the outskirts of town," you remarked, a playful gleam in your eyes.

Hoseok joined in your laughter, the familiarity of shared memories weaving a comforting thread between you. "It's like a plot from a nostalgic movie," he added, shaking his head in amazement.

The two of you, now seated on the sofa, exchanged stories of the years that had passed, bridging the gap between then and now. The cabin, a silent witness to the unravelling narrative, seemed to cradle the essence of your rekindled friendship.

As the night wore on, and the snowstorm outside intensified, the cosy cabin transformed into a haven against the wintry tempest. Hoseok, ever thoughtful, stoked the fireplace, the flames casting a warm glow on the shared stories and laughter.

The sofa, now an island in the sea of nostalgia, beckoned both of you to its comforting embrace. The flickering flames, the snowstorm outside, and the whispers of shared memories paved the way for an unspoken understanding.

"You know," Hoseok began, his tone gentle, "it feels like we never really left those days behind. Just picked up where we left off."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of belonging that transcended time. "It's like we're continuing a story that got interrupted."

As the night deepened, the warmth of the cabin and the shared connection became a refuge from the cold. The sofa, once a witness to the nostalgia of the past, now cradled the reunion of Bunny and Hobi.

Hoseok, looking at you with a softness in his eyes, spoke words that resonated with the atmosphere of the cabin. "I'm glad you found your way back, Bunny."

You leaned in, your shoulders brushing against each other, and whispered, "Me too, Hobi. Me too."

The flickering flames painted a dance on the log walls, casting shadows that seemed to waltz in rhythm with your shared laughter. The coziness of the cabin, the gentle snowstorm outside, and the rekindled friendship all merged into a symphony of comfort.

In the hushed moments that followed, the realization dawned that sleep was claiming its territory. The sofa, now transformed into a shared haven, invited both of you to surrender to its embrace.

"You know, Hobi," you said, your voice a sleepy murmur, "I never thought I'd find such warmth in the midst of a snowstorm."

Hoseok chuckled, the sound a gentle melody. "Maybe the storm outside brought us the warmth we didn't know we needed."

And so, amidst the crackling fire and the distant howl of the snowstorm, you and Hoseok snuggled closer, finding solace in the shared warmth. The flickering flames painted a canvas of comfort, casting a soft glow on your intertwined fingers.

And then, as if the universe had orchestrated the moment, your gaze met Hoseok's, and in that shared glance, a silent understanding bloomed. With a tenderness that mirrored the nostalgia of rediscovery, your lips met in a gentle kiss, sealing the night with a promise of new beginnings. The flickering flames seemed to dance in celebration, casting a warm glow on the cabin, now a witness to your reunion.

As sleep began to weave its tranquil spell, Hoseok whispered, "I’m so glad I met you again, Bunny."

You smiled, the words a gentle echo in the cozy cabin. "I’m so grateful, Hobi."

While your previous year left much to be forgotten, it seemed that this year had begun with the embrace of an unexpected reunion, the flickering flames and the snowstorm outside bearing witness to the rekindling of a friendship that time had only strengthened. In the arms of the cabin, beneath the quilt of shared memories, you and Hoseok surrendered to the tranquility of the night, finding peace in the warmth of each other's presence.

If you made it till here, thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed the fic - i would love to hear from you about it! love, hazel <3

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thefrontofmymind · 11 months

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Might As Well 4; Watch Him As He Finds Us

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You’d always loved Christmas growing up. Coming down the stairs to see the three small piles of presents under the tree, Christmas lunch donned in paper crowns at your grandparents’ house with all of your cousins, and the one year–when Luke was just getting old enough to comprehend Christmas–when your stepdad dressed up like Santa Claus and delivered you all your presents, himself. But nothing could top this year.

Taking the train down to Cardiff with Chris on the twenty-third of December, you were completely elated. You’d brought up the idea of spending Christmas with your dad in early November, your mum and stepdad didn’t mind it and your dad was almost just as happy as you were. Chris was…not as merry as you were.

He hadn’t so much as smiled in your presence since ‘the incident’. The incident that ceased all contact between you and the four boys you thought were your friends. You tried not to dwell on it, it wasn’t all you to blame. You couldn’t help but think more and more about what Matty said. You tried not to let it get to you, but here you were–thinking about how great it’d be to be in Wales so you could keep an eye on Dylan. Maybe you could meet some of his friends, his family, and you could just spend time together without worry. For once.

It was rainy in Cardiff, very rainy indeed. You and Chris had to sprint–as best you could while carrying a week's worth of luggage–to your dad’s car. You two raced for the front seat in the rain, though you didn’t mind when Chris got there first, it made it all feel so normal. Sibling arguments with a mediating dad, just like you’d hoped.

It was strange having to adjust to new traditions–Christmas Eve dinner with your dad’s co-workers and their families, going to the little holiday fair down the street at the local park, a Christmas dinner of the biggest roast goose you’d ever seen–but you liked it. It made the holiday just all the more special, it was different because you were different.

You were even more grateful on Christmas Eve when your dad allowed you to invite Dylan over for dinner. You were glad you could spend time with him. Especially now.

The three of you quietly crept into your house. It was late–early hours of the morning–and you didn’t want to wake the entire house.

You slipped off your boots at the door and hung up your coat on its resident hook. Chris went straight up the stairs to his room with loud footsteps, he was still mad. He gave you an earful in the car; “what were you thinking?” and “why?”. If you were honest, it was just pure anger, rage. You tried to walk away, get away from him, but he just wouldn’t relent. You just tried to ignore Chris as best you could.

“Okay…well,” Dylan started. “Goodnight, I guess.”

Dylan tiptoed to the living room. Your mum had set him up on the sofa for the two nights he was staying over. Your mind kept racing about what Matty said to you, you didn’t want him to be right. You grabbed Dylan’s arm before he could walk too far. He turned to look at you, confused. You smiled.

“Come up with me,” you whispered.

It hurt. A lot. But Dylan seemed to like it. He was a gentleman though, he had a condom in his wallet prepared. As he left your room and crept to his “bed” on the sofa, you couldn’t help but think of Matty–he had no idea what he was saying, you could almost laugh at how wrong he was. It was real. He did like you.

He drove to your dad’s house, and brought a box of festive chocolates. He was a gentleman to your dad and his coworkers, and answered all the questions they had for him perfectly. He even stayed late to help the three of you to tidy up afterwards.

You walked him to his car when he was leaving. You leaned into his window as he was about to drive off, until almost like a lightbulb turned on in his head.

“I forgot, I have your present,” he said, turning to lean into the backseat with a strain.

“We said no presents!” You protested, earning a tut from him as he returned to face you with a small box in green wrapping. You opened it, peering inside. It was a small usb drive.

“It’s a playlist!” He said, excitedly.

“Thank you!” You answered, giving him a chaste kiss. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“I wanted to! It’s better than all that screamo crap you have to listen to,” he said with a laugh. A stab jumped through your heart but you tried to ignore it. “Just some recommendations for you.”

You smiled as he pulled out of the drive, and waved when he drove away. There was something almost like…relief as you slipped into bed that night and you knew you wouldn’t be plagued by Dylan for the night.

You felt horribly guilty. You liked Dylan. Why were you feeling like this? It had to just be a passing phase. You’d get through it to the other side and you would be happy. You had to be.

With January, came a lot of dark, winter-y days. And you loved to get cosy with a warm cuppa and a good movie. If you could live in your pyjamas all day, you would. So when the opportunity presented itself on a particularly gloomy Thursday that you were lucky enough to have off, you took it.

You didn’t take your eyes off your small television that was sitting on your dresser all morning. All of your favourite movies had been in rotation, you were in the zone.

As you were standing near your door to change the DVD, you heard a knock. You assumed it was your Mum letting you know she was home from work early, or Chris with some kind of query, as he was home for the day too.

But as you opened your door, you were met with a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and a scruffy head of dark hair. Matty.

You’d not spoken to him since the party over a month prior. You tried not to think about it too much, it only made you regret what you did even more.

“Hi…” crept out of your mouth.

“Hi,” he laughed. “Chris let me in.”

You nodded. Obviously, you wouldn’t have a key.

“I just…” He hesitated. “I wanted to say that I’m sorry about what I said. It was out of line, shouldn’t have gone there.”

“Thanks…” You answered. “I shouldn’t have pushed you into the lake…”

“Yeah you’re right.” You both laughed. “Was fucking freezing. Thought my nipples were gonna fall off.”

“Oh god! I’m so sorry!”

“I deserved it…”

You took a step towards him. And hugged him. You could hear him gasp before he wrapped his arms around you.

It felt…comfortable. Your heights fit perfectly together, your arms were the perfect length to extend around his waist without any fumbling. He smelled like cigarettes, a smell you’d grown to love, equating it with memories of gigs with the guys.

After a final, quick squeeze, he let go. You felt cold.

“Are you…Do you wanna watch some movies? I have Scarface?” You asked. “If you’re not busy…”

Matty smiled. “Yeah! Yeah…”

He happily trotted into your room and took your wheely chair that was sitting neatly in front of your desk. You found the case among your bookshelf of DVDs and put it into the player. You got back into bed, comfy with your duvet and mountain of pillows.

“Oh! I forgot something!” He said as the opening credits began. You were worried he forgot he had somewhere to be. He pulled a small handheld camera out of his hoodie’s pocket. “We–the guys and me–have been filming all little bits of like our gigs, and just like messing around and stuff. Like with the video, you put in all the candid bits? We’ve been getting a little collection.”

“To make another video?”

“One day, maybe…Or when we’re all famous and that we can make a documentary or somethin’”

“When you’re famous?” You laughed.

“Of course! Only a matter of time darlin’! And you’ll be there with us! Our videographer!”

“If you say so…” You joked. “Now pipe down and watch!”

And just like that, things felt like they were back to normal. You went back to going to all of the band’s gigs–now sans Missy, you didn’t want to ask–though now you’d join them in their usual debrief in the shed, nights of just fucking about and wasting time. And you couldn’t be happier.

Matty had become your number one confidante. He was the first person you’d tell, well, anything to. Your schoolwork, your dad, new music you’d been listening to, and of course your favourite films. The one thing that was a no-go was relationships. You didn’t want to tempt fate, and neither did Matty, it seemed. Anytime your conversations even veered close to the topic, you both were sure to steer away as quickly as possible, so as to not have another lake incident.

“Hey,” you said, climbing into the passenger seat of the van. Matty had become somewhat of a chauffeur to you, driving you to and from gigs, hangouts, and anything in between–the only form of payment required was a hand when setting up and packing away all their equipment before and after gigs. You got comfortable in the seat and buckled up. Matty didn’t reverse out of your drive right away. You were confused. “So Ross’ then?”

“Well,” Matty smirked. “Was wondering if you wanted to…y’know…get a little loose first? They all can wait.”

You knew what that meant. Over the couple weeks since your reconciliation, Matty had supplied you with a lot of weed. He enjoyed it; he liked taking care of you, and thought you were funny when you were stoned. Occasionally, you’d spend nights just in his van–with the heating turned up as high as it’d go to combat the winter chill outside–chain smoking cigarettes intercut with a joint, or a few–your tolerance was quickly building.

“Well if you’re offering…” You jokingly batted your eyelids at him, he laughed and began the drive to the little park down the street–your usual parking space was empty and he pulled right in.

He paused for a second. The cogs were turning, he did look genuinely worried for just a split second while you were watching him.

“I-um…” He began. His fingers were drumming against the steering wheel with anxiety. “I…have something else if you want to try it?”

You raised your eyebrows, urging him to go on.

“I don’t do it a lot…” He pulled a small ziplock baggie out of his jacket pocket. White powder. The first emotion that hit you was intrigue.

“It’s coke?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll try it.”

“Really?” He asked, still with one hand drumming on the steering wheel. “You don’t have to…I’m not tryna pressure you or anything.”

“No, I'd like to try it!” You answered, jumping with enthusiasm and turning more to face him.

“Right, well, um…” He gently opened the bag. “How about you just have a little to start with? Just on your gums.”

You could tell he was tentative. Worried, even. You took the initiative and dipped your middle finger into the bag, before rubbing it on your gums, just like you’d seen in the movies.

Your vision felt like it widened, your lungs felt bigger. You couldn’t help but look around at your surroundings, as if they were in a new light. You heard a sniff from beside you, you turned and saw Matty, baggie in one hand and his house key in the other.

“You doing alright there?” He asked.

“Yeah! Yeah, great!” You felt giddy. You understood why all those movies go on and on about cocaine now.

You spent a couple minutes adjusting to everything again. You eventually calmed down enough to think coherently again.

“Can I do a key like you?” You asked while Matty was just fiddling with the radio.

He let out a chuckle. “If you want.”

You took the bag out of the centre console and Matty handed you his key. You delicately scooped a small pile of the dust onto the key.

“And I just…” You mimed snorting it.

“Yep. Just don’t forget to breathe after…” He said. “And it’ll taste kinda funny and you might get a bit of a numb throat.”

“Okay…” You whispered, mostly for yourself.

And you did it. Matty was right, it tasted like what you could only imagine as burnt plastic. Your body immediately felt hot, and–again–you felt like your field of vision just about doubled. In a word, it was euphoric.

“Good?” He asked.

“Great.”

“On to Ross’ then?” He began to put the car key in the ignition.

“No!” You yelled, he jumped. “No, I can’t…I can’t have the guys see me like this.”

You knew Chris would be there, you couldn’t take a chance that he’d know what you’d done.

“Yeah?” You nodded, receiving a sigh from Matty. “Shall we just sit here for a while?”

“Please.”

And so you did sit. And you chatted about everything under the sun. But there was one topic that was out of bounds, but you were itching to talk about it–you didn’t know why.

“So what happened with Missy?”

Matty gave you a cautioned look, a look that read ‘you know we shouldn’t talk about this’, but you kept his eye contact, eventually winning the battle.

“We just…got tired of each other…” He answered. “It wasn't going anywhere, anyway.”

“So you want something that would go somewhere?”

“Yeah, I think so…” He said, breaking eye contact to play with the end of the zipper of his jacket. “Missy was just…a distraction.”

You nodded, you caught him watching you from the corner of his eye.

“What about you and Dylan?” He asked. “Assume you saw him when you went down for Christmas.”

“Yeah! He-uh-made me a playlist for Christmas even though we said ‘no gifts’...It was sweet.”

“More than I’ve ever done for a girl.”

It was sweet. It was sweet. You kept trying to tell yourself it was a nice gesture, and to disregard what he said about your music taste. It was chock full of classical, orchestral pieces–that were nice, but you couldn’t live off of it.

“I…” You started, rethinking your next thought after it was already part-way out of your mouth. “Me and Dylan…we…slept together.”

The silence between you had never been so loud. Matty was gripping the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles were as white as anything.

“You fucked?”

“Yeah.”

“When you were there for Christmas.”

“No…before that.”

“The party?”

“Yeah.”

“For fuck’s sake!” Matty yelled, not particularly at you but just generally. “You’re so…” He silenced himself, shaking his head.

“So I think it’s fair to say he’s not getting it from anyone else.” You knew it was wrong to poke the bear, but in your defence, you weren’t totally in control of yourself.

Matty sighed. “You just don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

“That the people around you have feelings! Your actions have consequences!”

“What the fuck does that mean?” You were just as loud as he was now–loud.

“What would make you think I would want to hear about you and Dylan fucking?”

Because you had something to prove to Matty. You didn’t say anything.

“Do you not think it’d kill me to hear that?”

“Why would it kill you?” You asked.

“Fuck! Because I wish it was me! Do you not see that I have genuine feelings for you?”

You were at a loss for words. But it looked like Matty wasn’t done talking any time soon.

“I was going to tell you when you came back from Wales for the summer! I didn’t realise how much I’d miss you! And then you had to go and get a perfect boyfriend and be so happy without me!”

Oh. He’s jealous.

“I tried to distract myself with Missy but it just wasn’t you. And I’m trying to be supportive, I promise, but I can’t help but think that Welsh prick is just out to hurt you and I don’t want that for you!”

“It’s not your responsibility to worry about me,” you said in a calm, even voice.

“Well I’d like it to be!”

Between all the information that had entered your head in such a short time, along with your comedown, it felt like your brain was shattering.

“I can’t do this right now.” You could feel the tears begin to well up, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Matty for fear they’d all fall. “Just drive me home.”

He did. And you said a quick ‘bye’ before running up to your bedroom–bypassing your mum and step dad, confused about why you were home so early. You collapsed onto your bed and you just cried. It could’ve been a couple of minutes or even hours–you couldn’t tell. You cried for so long you had a headache, and your entire face and neck was covered in a sheen of a multitude of bodily fluids.

You’d never felt this kind of…loss? Your heart felt so, so empty.

When you finally began to recover–slightly–you looked at the time. Two o’clock in the morning. You quietly crept to the kitchen and made yourself a cup of tea and a small bowl of Frosties. The only way you could describe your state of mind was as if you were watching yourself from three feet above your actual eyeline. And when you moved your head it felt like your brain would stay still–trying to play catch-up but instead being smashed into every side of your skull.

You were so out of it, you didn’t hear a car pull up outside, and then your drunk brother trudging through the entryway and curiously looking for the reason the big light in the kitchen was on.

“What happened to you? Where were you?” He asked, slurring through half of the words.

“Didn’t Matty tell you?”

“Nah, he just got all quiet and weird–what happened?”

“We…got into a fight.” You saw Chris rolled his eyes–he was trying to be covert, but that was hardly possible in his state. “Don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Without another word, you walked past him, up the stairs, and to the safe haven of your bedroom–that was now tainted with the memory of Matty’s apology, soured now knowing that it was all just for show.

It felt like you were stuck in a vicious little game played by whoever was in charge up there. You just tried to avoid Matty at all costs, if you knew he was coming over to hang out with Chris, you’d go on a walk, you stopped going to gigs, you even deleted him off your contact list–not like he had much to say to you, nor you to him.

But still, his presence persisted. For Chris’ 21st birthday, he decided he was going to have a get together and invite practically everybody he knew–including Matty.

You thought about it all a lot leading up to it–probably a bit too much than necessary–and you decided the best course of action was, well, no action. You decided to hole up in your bedroom until the crowd dispersed. You asked Chris if he had a problem with it;

“Do what you need to,” he told you with a hug.

And so you did. You heard the music and the laughter and the speeches going on downstairs, while you sat in your room and worked on your schoolwork. The whole ordeal put a lump in your throat. He was there, downstairs, talking to your mum and pretending everything was okay. You tried to call Dylan but he wasn’t picking up–you weren’t shocked, he told you he didn’t like talking on the phone but sometimes you wished he would budge just a little, especially in your current state.

You desperately needed a smoke, but you couldn’t go downstairs and sneak a fag all the while praying your mum or Vern wouldn’t catch you like you normally did. Should you do it? You had no other option. You quietly crept onto the landing and to the window–closing your bedroom door as gently as you could–opening it and climbing onto a small flat section of the roof of the house. Your secret little hangout, barely four feet across and three feet back. You leaned against the sill of the open window, lighting a cigarette between your lips and relishing in the calm that followed it.

It was cold outside, but in your most comfortable pyjamas and fuzzy slippers, it was bearable. There was almost no wind and the night was just still.

You jumped as a pair of hands grabbed your waist through the window. You thought for sure you’d been caught, finally your mum and Vern would know that you smoked. You turned your head almost instinctively–after a small, scared squeak–but you were met with a head of dark, curly hair. For a split second you thought you’d take your chances with jumping off the roof and running into the night.

“Sorry! Sorry! Was looking for the bathroom and I…saw you,” he said.

“That door there.” You pointed inside.

“You alright there?”

You rolled your eyes so far, it actually gave you a brief headache. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

He didn’t answer right away, instead climbing through the window and assuming the same position as you–leaning against the sill and looking out into the night. You shuffled over a little to give him some comfortable room, he deserved to at least feel like he wouldn’t fall off the roof.

“I don’t think…I could ever be apart from you for very long. You just have this magnetism, you know?”

You shook your head. “I can’t be friends with someone who doesn’t think of me the right way.”

“So be more.”

You scoffed.

“I’m serious!”

“I can’t do that!”

“Look…” Matty turned to face you–as best he could. “Your work is…amazing. And I’ll kick myself when you get all famous doing what you’re doing and we–the band–aren’t a part of that with you. Please just give us that much–if not for me, for the rest of the guys.”

You thought for a moment. You’d never had as much inspiration as you did when it came to Drive Like I Do. Listening to their songs, you came up with a treatment for a video for every single song of theirs.

“I can’t be your friend.” You heard Matty sigh. “But I don’t want to stop making videos for you all.”

“Like some kind of professional partnership?”

“If you want to call it that.”

“And could you come to gigs? We all miss having our biggest cheerleader there.”

“I’ll see.”

You heard cheering through the window downstairs. Matty laughed. “Okay…okay…”

You didn’t quite know what to say.

“I guess this is like saying goodbye to a friend?”

“I guess…” You answered.

“Can I…” He started.

“What?”

“Sorry…can I get a ‘goodbye hug’? God that sounded cheesy.”

You laughed and put an arm around his shoulder, leaning into him. He returned the favour. You both sat there for a few minutes. It all felt kind of sad. Like when you meet a kid at the park and instantly make friends, only have to bid farewells when their parents decide it's time for them to head home, never to play together again. He smelled like weed, a scent you’d been missing a great deal.

You pulled away, put out the end of your cigarette on the brick wall and climbed back into the warm house.

Your door was open. You thought for a second. I definitely closed it, so anyone that came up would think I was in my room. You hesitantly stepped inside.

“Baby!” Dylan said excitedly, casually lounging in your bed, practically sinking into the pile of pillows and blankets you had.

“Wh-what?” You stuttered.

“Chris texted me telling me you were feeling too great, thought I could come cheer you up a little.”

You gave him a quick peck. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You both settled on your bed, you decided it was best to forego your work for the night, you’d much rather cuddle with Dylan and watch all the movies you love that he’s never seen.

“How’s…the band?” He asked, breaking the concentration you had on the current film on–Silence Of The Lambs.

“They’re good…I’ve been busy with school so I haven’t been hanging out with them that much lately.”

“Well it’s not like you haven’t seen them at all?”

You didn’t know what he was trying to get at. “Not in a while, been working on my portfolio.”

“Well you’re lying!” His voice raised just a little, anxiety crept down your spine. “I saw you out there all loved up to Matt!”

You scoffed. “It’s not like that, we’re friends!”

“If you say so,” he answered.

“I-I don’t…Nothing would ever go on with me and Matty.”

He sat up, and looked you right in the eyes. “Promise me.”

“I promise, I would never do anything with Matty, I only want you.”

“Good.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty x reader #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fanfiction

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So I don't have anyone to talk about my CoD OCs. I have two, Sunny a 5'5" trans man and a former Combat medic and his best friend and partner in crime Vamp a 6'3" recon specialist. Sunny got his nickname because his Unit called him their little ball of sunshine. Vamp claims he got his nickname because of his inhuman proficiency with a knife and would be covered in blood more often then not after a successful mission. in reality it's because of incident involving a late night cranberry drink run gone bad in which some new guys startled him covering him in red juice making him looking a bit monstrous. every holiday/birthday Sunny gifts him novelty juice packs that look like blood bags, because how else do you feed the vampire? a major side effect that it has started the rumor that Vamp is an actual vampire and Sunny is his handler in company's they've worked with in the past. is it that good or bad? who knows, it makes them memorable at least.

Sunny left the military due to his father getting ill and his mother needed someone to help run the florist shop and given that his sibling's jobs are "actual life long careers", according to his mom, he finishes out the end of his contract and goes home accepting his fate. However Vamp one day shows up to the shop and is like, "hey b!tch! Guess who's gone into the private sector and wants to take your ass with them?" Basically kidnaps him because Sunny deserves to do be doing something he wants to do not what his family expects of him. So they kind of bounce between company to company mostly doing temp work.

Over time they've added new skills to their resumes like Sunny gets good at undercover work using his florist background to send hidden messages. Vamp learns coding and gains a particular knack at making EMPs with limited resources.on the field Sunny is confident and can command a room and is unusually strong being able to carry people two or three times his weight off the battle field. out of the field he is a stuttering shy mess who gets embarrassed easily. even then he always makes sure to greet everyone with a smile even when he's freaking out.

Vamp on the field is cold and calculating. he moves fast and prefers close combat in the dark. off the field he's light hearted, cracking jokes, and giving shit to people he considers close especially Sunny. Vamp is also a bit of a nerd but don't call him that he takes great offense to that.

I'd like to think that Sunny's friendly demeanor and much smaller size would make him at least approachable to Moose, but I'm pretty sure Moose would also come off as intimidating to the shorter man, especially if he finds out that moose is one of the favorite children in shadow company without knowing why, if Sunny has learned anything from jumping from company to company is that you don't mess with the favorite. not that he'd want to mess with Moose he just wouldn't want to risk miscommunication, something he sadly excels at when out of the field.

I think if Moose met Vamp on the battlefield he'd stay away from the man, but if Sunny and Vamp got hired on as temp contractors to shadow company. Vamp would try and talk to him especially since he always wants to learn from any of the tech specialist's in each company they work with. Sorry this ran rather long.

- 🌻 🦇

Moose has had some bad experiences with mercenaries who are temporarily brought into Shadow Company’s ranks so he tries to keep his distance. Whether or not he comes around depends on what the other Shadows have to say about them.

Moose is normally very work oriented on the field (and usually very far away from active combat). Graves places him somewhere with a team of Shadows and Moose won’t move unless Graves tells him to. But, if possible, Graves won’t have Moose on the field at all and he would be support from a much safer and controlled location.

Off the field and not during a mission, if Vamp approaches him to ask him about tech, Moose may agree to show him some things depending on what the other Shadows have said about him. Same goes for Sunny on whether Moose approaches him or lets himself be approached.

The whole vampire rumor would definitely take off in Shadow Company considering they love shit like that, and next thing you know Vamp is being addressed as “Count Fang” in a email. Moose didn’t actually mean to send it with that name and now he’s dying because he’s embarrassed and partially terrified of what Vamp would do. All the other Shadows are laughing their asses off and Moose is just losing his mind over how he addressed the guy who is very good at stabbing.

#🌻🦇#shadow company oc #cod oc #shadow company moose #shadow company #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble #cod oc: vamp #cod oc: sunny

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AITA for making my daughter quit her music?

I (F43), full time SAHM, have a daughter (F16), let's name ner K. I've recently divorced and remarried to an amazing man who is K's step-dad (M45) and adopted his sons (M20 and M12, but not really relevant since it's not about them). This all happened three years ago. I have full custody and my ex-husband has visitation rights but haven't used them at all. He doesn't even show up to K's birthdays or holidays, the best we can expect from him is a card or a letter.

Me and my husband are trying to provide the best environment we can for K but she's resisting any change. No matter how much time passes since the divorce she dislikes my husband and her step-siblings (the youngest adores her and really looks up to her, I can't fathom why since the best she does for him is ignore him. No help with homework or anything). I'm honestly dumbfounded at how persistent she is at making the entire family feel awkward and ashamed around her, at some point we had to stop inviting her to family dinners because she would just eat silently and glare at us. Me and K used to have a normal relationship before the divorce but it has plummeted since.

Here's the thing: K still absolutely adores her deadbeat dad. They were always closer than me and her but my ex was still pretty distant because of his job, which I was okay with before this whole situation. K's dad is a musician and K was always slightly into music because if it, but after I remarried she plunged very deeply and very suddenly into it. She took a part-time job to pay for her violin tuition (my husband offered to but she refused, saying she doesn't to be indebted to him and "they're not even related", which hurt us a lot) and joined a youth orchestra and plans to enroll in a music college. She spends so much time on music she doesn't even have any friends, or at least not that I know of. My husband was upset about it as he wants her to find a normal job in the future and doesn't think she has the right attitude for arts at all. I wouldn't minded that at all (even though she's obviously not cut out for that and never had any music talent like her father did, I must admit) if not for her attitude and the fact that she does it to impress her father.

She doesn't seem to enjoy music at all and always comes home stressed and on the edge, never invites any of us to her performances but keeps bugging my ex about it. He's even written me to stop her from writing him again, which is the most contact I've had from him in years. She obviously thinks that if she manages to impress him my ex will take her back and be a better dad to her. I don't care why he's so indifferent about her when they used to be close and why she wants to be back with him so badly when she has a perfectly good family here and I don't really care to find out.

Recently she joined another music group on top of her already existing lessons and youth orchestra rehearsals and it's been seriously affecting her academic performance, to the point of skipping school, so I decided to put my foot down and said that it's either she quits it and learns to manage her schedule or she'll never see her instrument again. An argument happened during which she accused me that I never cared about her (not true) and that she never asked for this new living situation (true, but as she is still a child at this point it wouldn't be for her to decide, plus her father gave up his rights anyway) and that I care more about my husband and step sons than about her (I don't know what gave her the impression since I always try to spend time with the family, it's HER that chooses not to participate in anything because she's not interested. She can't complain about it if her step-brothers try to accept his new family and she's refusing to and it's entirely her fault). She said that music makes her happy and I said that it obviously doesn't because she's only stressing out about it and never seems to actually enjoy her practice time or performances, to which she blew up and said I don't get it what it means to be an artist, which is almost word to word what my ex has said to me a long time ago.

That really upset me because I don't get why she'd spend so much of her life on music just to win one person over when with her intellect and attitude K could have done so much more and enter a prestigious university but I was content with letting K do whatever she wants as long as it doesn't bother my husband, but her slacking off and having worse grades started to affect our family's reputation (my husband's company in pretty well known so it's important to maintain good image) and it bothers him now and K being responsible obviously wasn't happening, so I took her violin away and forbid her to going anywhere after school until she apologised.

She got really quiet and seemed to listen but today after school she still wasn't home and when I called her teachers they told me she's been dismissed as regularly. She's a smart girl so I'm sure she's fine and just pouting somewhere. I don't think I'm in the wrong but one of my acquaintances said I could have handled the situation better and the whole thing about her biological father and hating my husband seems suspicious, but I think it was teens being moody. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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Cap. 1

Part 2

Masterlist

The days passed and like they promised every day she was immersed in a new place, a new food, a new adventure.

“So you're having fun, right?” Esteban asked for the third time in that phone call.

“You're driving me crazy.” She answers, her brother smiles, just like Valentina, both of them are aware of the hard time all this marriage thing is for her and being honest a part of them were relieved when she said, quote. “The last thing I want is spending my Christmas hearing wedding topics every day.”

“Ok, ok, sorry, I just want you to have a nice holiday.” Estaban is for nature the responsible one, beside Vale who is… well, messier. “Hey, I gotta go, say hi, to Caro and her family, ok? Vale will call you tomorrow.”

“Esteban, relax, ok? I’m fine.” He breathed out before saying goodbye for the last time.

___ hang out the phone and keep looking at the lock screen, a picture of the three when they were kids, she sitting between them while they hugged her, their mouths covered in chocolate.

“Guess what?” Caro takes off for the path of a sad memory, she enters her room with a bowl of chips.

“Clue.” __ answers putting her phone aside. “Film.” Or it is a simple one or a hard one. She looks at her with narrow eyes making Caro laughs.

“Place.” She gives her another one.

“We are going to a cinema?” Her voice loses volume in each word, Caro denies and smiles.

“Wrong.” It’s the hard one. Caro hit her legs like they were a tambourine. “Mar will take you to the shooting tomorrow.” __ open her eyes and then process the information.

“Take me?”

Caro nodded and ate a chip. “I have to go to the university for some papers that I need and I don't know how long I have to stay, so instead of a boring day at school, Mar will take you to an exciting one.” __ had no words in her brain.

“And no, it’s not trouble, she takes me from time to time too, so all you have to do is go and have fun.” Caro covered __ mouth before she said anything and put play to the movie.

Said and done, Caro leaves early to go to the school and __ waits for Mar.

“Ready?” Mar asks, checking inside of her bag. “I guess.” Mar looks at her and sees a nervousness in her eyes. “__ it’s going to be fun, don’t worry. The actors are down filming and we will be up in a room hearing and monitoring the sound effects.” She smiles at her. “Besides, they are just regular people.”

“With more money and fame.” __ finishes her sentence, but Mar puts her arm around her shoulders and walks to the door.

Holy shit, that’s the only thought that came to __’s mind every 2 seconds. The place is insane, people coming and going, big trucks parking outside, wires all over the place and big machines in every corner; Mar walks next to her saying hi to almost everyone, unconsciously she holds her breath until they reach the famous up room.

“See? Normal people.” Mar scoffs seeing her take her breath out.

“Mar ready, at 5.” A man appears in the frame door, covered in wires.

“Oh, hi, you must be __” He extends his hand.

“I’m Antonio, main engineer.” She smiles and shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’ll leave, relax and enjoy the day.” Before she answered he was already gone.

“Wow.” Mar laughs and pushes a chair so she can sit. “Sit and see my magic work.”

Like she said, the days passed by and it was very entertaining. She could hear and see everything, she laughed with the people's funny mistakes and saw the both sides, the big blue screen behind the actors and the screen where the magic already happened.

By the time the lunch time ended, __ had won some people's sympathy, and stole glances from the other tables that surrounded where she was sitting.

“How does Caro say your mother named you? Well, you and your siblings.” Mar and __ are walking to the up room. Mar knew very well that strange “magic” of __, she was one of the victims many years ago.

“Oh! I remember, The Hamelin’s!” Mar giggles. “Very accurate if you ask me.”

__ and her siblings are well known for the charm they cause in people, that’s why Lucia put the nickname to three siblings of the Hamelin’s. Esteban has a strong presence, and with a kind nature it isn’t weird everyone found in him a nice and lovely friend, and life time partner when the moment was the right one; Valentina, on the contrary has a hard personality, leaving you with only two options: you love her or you hate her, and like their siblings say, you don’t want to get in her bad side, she can be really funny with the right people and a pain in the ass at the same time, but always falling in love so quickly, she lives under the statement of feeling every emotion so deeply even when the word “commitment” terrifies her. __ wasn’t the middle point like everyone would expect, she didn’t have the strong presence of her brother or the funny personality of her sister, she never realized the influence she had in other people’s lives, in a bad or a good way, but she is stubborn just like her father and has a strong mind. However, she is not affectionate with love topics.

It isn’t the fact she hates it or anything like that, she just decided from a really young age she wouldn’t waste energy in such an unstable feeling. Her siblings, in uncountable times, heard about the fact a guy caught her attention but after a few months or even weeks they’d stop hearing about him. Of course, those shiny eyes and that redness in her face that love used to cause wasn’t seen for any of them.

At the end of the day, when they left the filming site not only the goodbyes were for Mar, this time, a few of them were for __ too.

“It was impressive.” Mar takes a cookie from the table. She told her family about the Hamelin’s effect.

“Told you, now picture that effect in the school, even girls from upper grades talked to her.” Caro came out of the kitchen with coffee for everyone. “And she was…” She fakes a shiver, making everyone laugh.

The next morning started with a video call from Valentina. “All I’m saying is at least you should call her more frequently.” She insists that calling her mother one time every two days isn’t enough.

“Vale…” __ rolls her eyes causing the anger of her sister.

“Listen __, just call her one time everyday ok? Don’t put more stress on her.” Thankfully someone requires her attention, making the end call abruptly.

She rubs her forehead trying to calm her mind before going down for breakfast. It’s been one and a half weeks here and she easily gets used to the routine of Mendieta’s.

“Mom!” The whiny voice tone of Caro prepares for a complaint. “It’s not a question Carolina, it’s an order.” Her mother practically ended the conversation.

“It’s early for you to start to complain.” __ jokes joining them in the kitchen and hugging Caro by the shoulders.

“You are on this ship with me.” Her complaint is because her mother told her she must pick Mar from work at least for two weeks. Her car enters maintenance and leaving her to come alone late at night hasn’t been a choice for their parents; that implied any plan she had in mind past 9 pm must be delayed at least for two weeks.

“It doesn’t bother me at all.” __ gets a pinch on her cheek for the answer.

“FINE! Let the nightmare begin.” Caro exclaims, picking the plates from the shelf and walking to the dinner room, Mrs. Mendieta winks at __.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #fic #the society of snow #enzo vogrincic fanfic #latam

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cao-the-dreamer · 9 months

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@artsy-hobbitses Here is he, the boy, the gremlin, the feral critter, I named... Cliffjumper!

If Ben and Claude decided to swap their clothes, nobody would notice the difference… until Claude starts spouting Cajun insults and charging through the enemy lines with a gun three times his size. Claude is often defined by his urge to fight, his stubbornness, his daredevil personality, and his habit of literally jumping off cliffs (giving numerous heart attacks to his teammates), hence the nickname “Cliffjumper”.

Hanley/Hot Rod: Yeah, you’re definitely related. Claude/Cliff & Ben/Bee: Cause we look like each other? Hanley: *raises an eyebrow since he saw Ben knee someone in the balls and Claude bite someone else’s nose* Sure. That.

Having grown up in an all female household, he finds it pretty normal to wear skirts (and they’re waaaaay more comfortable and practical). During his calmer moments, he likes to settle down and mend his clothes (often torn because of his running and climbing), just like his grannies taught him. People meeting him for the first time often mistake him for a girl, which he absolutely adores and he decides to see how long before they actually realize on their own; it took a whole week for the rebellion to notice and he finds it hilarious (he could simply tell them but… nah).

He’s also a very good bait.

Starscream: What the hell are you wearing. Cliffjumper, with a very frilly, glittery, neon-colored dress: It’s my ass-kicking outfit, BITCH *effectively acts as a distraction, drawing fire away from the rest of the troops*

Although he pretends to be annoyed when people mistake him for Bee, he will go feral if anyone threatens his half-brother and, over time, starts to view him as the sibling he never had.

(He also definitely encourages Bee to release his inner gremlin)

More of his story below!

Jean Claude Frugé, or simply Claude for his friends and family, was born of a Cajun mother — as for his sperm donor, he is an “holiday souvenir”, and the one thing he shares with Benjamin/Bumblebee, making them half-brothers.

When his mother, Lucienne, discovered she was pregnant, she dropped her dream studies so she could keep the baby. To this day, Claude still feels like he wasted his mother’s life, and tries to “make it up” for her, no matter how much she told him it was unnecessary.

Claude was raised between the bayou, the rice fields and the farms of Louisiana by an army of aunts, grandmothers, grandaunts, and great-grandmothers. He learned English at school and French at home. At a young age, he was already a wild child and spent his free time running through the swamp and fishing all by himself, so he could bring food to his maman. Imagine an eight-year-old absolutely caked with mud, his clothes dripping swamp water and holding out a fish that’s half his size, while grinning despite the face covered in dirt. Lucienne couldn’t be mad at him when he looked so proud of himself, and the grannies encouraged this behavior by showing him the best fishing spots.

The town folks got quickly used to the child walking barefoot through the bayou, but it didn’t stop the whispers about Lucienne’s broken dreams; she had lost the opportunity to get out of here and study in a renowned university/city, which was a pity in their eyes.

The whispers were quiet, but Claude heard them nonetheless.

He didn’t know if his penchant from fighting came from the hurt these whispers caused, or from the paternal genes, but his fists and sharp teeth ostracized him from the other children. Although he belonged in the bayou, he didn’t belong with the people living here. At least he had his family and their gentle love.

But sometimes love wasn’t enough.

Thus he began to leave more and more frequently, going deeper in the bayou, learning how to avoid quicksands and recognize alligators in the water, spending time with the birds and climbing trees until he was so high he felt he could touch the sky.

Sometimes, he wondered if his family’s life would have been easier in the city; he thought he would probably be less lonely with a nuclear, intact family, and he cursed his faceless sperm donor for “running away”. The spite prompted him to look for any information about his progenitor.

He was surprised to discover his progenitor had made a family in one of the big cities, and quite disgusted he was a cop. He was unable to know how to feel about the existence of a brother, and decided to drop the research.

He didn’t want to shatter the peace of this family; they seemed happy like that.

He had never been so wrong in his entire life.

As time passed and unrest began to grow through the United States, the Frugé family took on an activist side; the house became a safe haven for protesters who needed to hide from the police, and the older women wrote down their testimonies, which they then hid in the walls.

They told Claude how powerful memories could be.

When the Clampdown started and more people hit the road, Claude used his knowledge of the bayou to guide refugees through and to Mexico, stopping at his house so the Frugé women could feed and clothe the Cold Constructs, Beast Men and other refugees. More testimonies filled the walls.

One night, as he was guiding three Cold Constructs who had fled from Texas, they made a remark about his uncanny resemblance with one of their previous helpers. He would have brushed the words aside were it not for them mentioning the other one’s name.

His half-brother’s name was the last thing he expected to hear.

Knowing he was risking his life for a stranger, he nonetheless decided to look for Benjamin/Bumblebee, with whom he shared a fight. At only 19, he joined the rebellion created by Omar Parvez (Optimus Prime), Jace Zayden (Jazz) and Preston Wan (Prowl); while it was a good outlet for his chaotic energy and thirst for danger, his true reason was still Bumblebee, but he didn’t dare approach him, fearing the anger shimmering within him would scare Ben away, like it has scared so many children before.

But at some point he had to stop running away.

Time only will tell whether or not the revelation of the lineage between Bumblebee and Cliffjumper will bring pain, as both boys have their demons and misconceptions about each other, but there is no denying a tentative bond is starting to grow.

(Bonus: His color palette)

#tttb #the ties that bind #artsy hobbitses #transformers #humanformers #my art

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achy-boo · 6 months

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Delano Bloodstone

Name: Delano Bloodstone

Romaji: Bloodstone Delano

Quote#1: "Why try to be good or evil? Staying neutral is the best decision.."

Quote#2: "Halloween..Now that is the only holiday I wish would last longer.."

V/A: Jack Skellington from Nightmare before Christmas(English) + Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitsuji(Black Butler) {Adult}, Ryuu from Akagami no Shirayuki-hime(Japanese; Snow White with the Red Hair) + Shippo from InuYasha(Japanese)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Questioning right now

Age: 20

Birthday: October 31st at 3 am

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Eye color: lilac purple

Hair Color: pale-ish purple

Height: 5'10

Weight: 120 lbs

Race: Human??

Homeland: Scalding Sands

Family: Unknown mother, father and two brothers. Jamil Viper(Cousin)

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: He is in RSA

School Year:3rd year

Class: 3-B

Student Number: No.31

Occupation: A babysitter and waiter (Never told anyone)

Club: In NRC, he is a part of the tea club with Sapphire Lake Dorm

Best Subject: Flying and History

Favorite Color: Lilac, red, black and grey

Favorite Food: He likes cheesecake(or anything sweet)

Least Favorite Food: Raw octopus

Likes: Teasing Jamil, quietness, reading, observing people, daydreaming, school, Yuuken(sometimes), being quiet and mysterious, Idia(the Introverts), children and animals

Dislikes: Getting to unwelcome trouble, chaos, drama, Kalim(which he later grew to fond of), Sebek due to his yelling, Che'nya's pranks, Riddle's rules, Crowley, The rivalry between NRC and RSA, being forced to speak, Najma's teasing

Hobbies: Visiting Jamil, dancing, singing, baking, avoiding the trouble from NRC and RSA

Talents: sense lies and trouble from afar, taking to animals, stealthy walking, training with knives and any other weapons

Nicknames: Del(Neige), Halloween Boy(Che'nya), Prince Halloween or just Prince(The girls of Sapphire Lake Dorm)

Other Nicknames: Delly(Jamil), Mysterious boy(Malleus), Le prince d'Halloween(Rook)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Normal; He has long lilac hair that reaches his lower back, he has pale-ish purple eyes and light brown skin, he has these markings on his face which he never had any clue how or why they are here. He wears the normal RSA uniform but it's more Halloweenish theme due to his seasonal UM. On Halloween, his eyes are black and orange, his lilac hair turns black with orange-black ends, his hair now reaches near his bum, he wears a suit that is black, orange and grey.

Personality: Delano is quiet yet calm. He has a few words to speak and he is the silent Halloween boy in RSA. Due to the fall out between him and his mother, he had no contact with her and one of his siblings but does not mean he will not be protective of his friends and his family. He is very friendly though he had a hard time speaking. On Halloween however, he is more...abnormal. He speaks in riddles, crypts words or even in a polite tone that makes people more uneasy around him. He is more expressive with his emotions and even talks more but not too talkative. He is still protective and fiercely loyal and willing to help people to safety on Halloween.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

- Halloween Dance is his primary UM

-On Halloween: he has a seasonal UM called The Pumpkin King’s Ball or Jack Skellington's Halloween Party

-He was called a demon child by his mother due to his time of birth.

-He was supposed to go to NRC by his mother but his father change it to RSA at the last minute.

-He visits Jamil and Najma when he had the time

-His favorite holiday is of course Halloween

-His entire appearance and personality changes on Halloween

-He might be the only RSA student who had two in three things.

-As a child, he refused to speak to anyone thus result of him getting bullied for it

-His normal voice is soft yet husky but in Halloween though, its deep and seductive

-He has a pet ghost wolf named Hollow

-Normal; He has a hair pin of a smiling skull but on Halloween; His hairpin is a smiling pumpkin in a bow at the lower part of his hair

-He hates Azul and certain NRC students the moment he step his foot on NRC

#Delano Bloodstone #rsa oc #Cousin of Jamil and Najma Viper #TWST of Theater #A new puppet has been obtained~!

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koneko-pi · 11 months

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Potion Pandemonium

The strangest things can bring people together.

Mean to be a series, idk how long. This is just a self-endulgent, chaotic filled story that may get a spicy ending, we'll see where it goes. I usually like to include my moots in these kinda things, so if you wanna be a little easter egg in here lemme know, but if it's weird, then ignore me...

Summary: Someone slips a special potion into the drinks at a large party and Briar is left to deal with it.

Part one.

Violin and piano played elegant tunes in a ballroom, to set the mood. With ceilings up high, held up by pillars, decorated in roses brought in by the Roselie family. Floating lanterns drifted overhead, casting warm glows down upon tables decorated in gold silverware, clear glasses and a variety of drinks or food. People dressed in ball gowns and suits milled about or danced with one another across an open space.

It was an elegant and sophisticated party to say the least, with the majority of the attendees being nobility. Anyone who wasn't was a magic knight that had been extended an invitation simply because of their occupation. Normally most of them didn't show, not wanting to be watched or judged by those in a higher class. But Nozel couldn't help but notice how many more commoners seemed to be here compared to last year.

He watched a few of the green mantis linger around the wine glass tower, talking quietly to each other as if trying to egg one another on. A couple of black bulls were also attempting to flirt with girls who obviously didn't want it, or were trying to control another friend from stealing more food than was necessary.

And yes. It did cause them to get quite a few stares from the nobility who actively tried to avoid them… He wasn't sure why they bothered to be there. No… that was wrong, he could think of one very simple reason, and it was the free food.

He sighed heavily, wondering why he himself bothered to attend. The party was meant to be a kind of… get together for the holiday: Three-Leaf-day. A day where one would give a gift to another who may have brought faith, hope or love into your life. A holiday for couples. So naturally most nobles attended in hopes of mingling with one another to find a life partner.

Something Nozel rarely ever thought about.

Sure, it was a necessity pushed upon him by family members. He was head of the Silva house after his father retired early with the death of his mother, and so it would be his responsibility to make sure the bloodline of Silva continued. His siblings could find favor with someone and have their own spawn, but it wouldn't be the same. After all, Mimosa and her brother were certainly not held to the same standard as either he or Fuegoleon, despite being cousins. They were a branch family. So him finding a wife was far more important in the eyes of their older family members, and other nobles, than say…. Solid or Noelle.

His own father had recently been pushing for it after unsavory rumors about him had been spreading around. He clicked his tongue in irritation at the memory of Solara having to come all the way to his office just to tease him over it. Sometimes he wondered what Fuegoleon saw in that woman. But she made him happy… so he wasn't about to complain too much, not unless she made visits like that regularly. He wondered for a moment if the pair of them were actually here.

"Are you going to be standing here off to the side the entire night?" A deeper, gravely tone came from Nozel's left and he had to take a deep inhale to mentally prepare himself for this encounter.

Nozel uncrossed his arms and turned to the man speaking to him. He was pale, with blue eyes that seemed to lack any form of emotion, sunken in cheeks and long hair that was white from old age. "Hello, Father." He greeted him with a small bow.

"You didn't answer my question." Lord Silva huffed in disapproval.

It had been a long time since Nozel had actually gotten along with his father. He had never really seen much of him to begin with in his adolescence, he was much more attached to his mother. But after she had passed away the gap between him and his children had only grown, leading to any of their meetings becoming unwelcome or uncomfortable. Nebra and Solid didn't even want much to do with him now.

"I'm not one for parties." Nozel responded dryly.

"How else will you meet a woman?" The man narrowed his eyes on his son. "You spend all your time in your office working. This is the only time you get out and even then it's when I force you."

Nozel did not want to deal with this right now. His father always had a way of bringing about a headache in him, especially with this specific conversation topic.

"There's actually someone I want to introduce to you."

Ah, the throbbing intensified.

Nozel watched the man gesture to a young black haired woman in a blue dress. She came walking up to them with all the grace a young noble girl should have, with chin held high and elegant movements. She grabbed her dress and gave a curtsy.

"Anna Lockheed." She greeted them. "It is a pleasure."

Nozel wasn't sure how to respond. He was too busy focusing on the ever intensifying pain at the base of his skull.

"She's the eldest daughter of lord Lockheed." His father added. "A large supporter of the Aquadeer. His other children have joined the squad but she has been looking to settle down."

"Ah."

His father glared at the obvious disinterest he was giving them. But Anna seemed undeterred. "I do apologize for this Lord Silva." She smiled kindly at him. "I know how inconvenient these kinds of moments can be within families, but even so I would still enjoy spending the evening with you, getting to know you."

Nozel clenched his jaw as he debated his next course of action. Surely he could accept this offer and be forced to waste his evening at a party he didn't want to attend with a girl he didn't care for. But his father would be placated. Or, he could do what he really wanted to do, which was tell his father to buzz off and that he wasn't looking to get married anytime soon. No matter how polite a young lady may pretend to be.

Luckily though it seemed the second option was more within his sight as he recognized obnoxiously long chestnut colored hair over by the wine tower. Any excuse to get away from this uncomfortable situation was good enough for him.

"Sorry but something seems to have come up." Nozel bowed to the young lady, now wide eyed with surprise, before swiftly turning around and making his way over to the table.

"Nozel-!"

"I didn't think you would be attending such a party." He asked the young woman, mostly to drown out the sound of his fathers angry cry.

Briar Rose turned to him. He had expected her to be even a little bit surprised he had bothered to acknowledge her presence there but she seemed rather relaxed. Maybe even a little tired.

"Ah well… When you live in Julius Basement you tend to get invited to nice things." Her tone held a hint of bitterness to it. When Nozel glanced around them he saw a few nobles quickly turn away from watching them, mostly other women suddenly hiding behind their fans or starting a sudden conversation with their partners. It was obvious to him that she had already been the target of others ragging on her presence in the party, but unlike some of the bulls who could let harsh words slide, like water off a duck's back, she was getting miffed. And likely had moved over to this table to drown her sorrows, even if just a little bit.

"You didn't have to come." He noted as he reached for a glass flute full of dark red fluid.

"I am well aware." The brunette glanced over her shoulder into the crowd of lingering nobles. "But not showing up would make us look worse than they already assume."

She must have been referring to her "squad". The group of researchers not often given credit for the advances and efforts they put into not only protecting the kingdom, but pushing its creative boundaries. Nozel came to develop an odd respect for them over the last few months working with Briar. The kingdom really wouldn't have as many useful magic tools as they did were it not for their hard work.

"What about you?" She asked as she turned to look at him. "You don't strike me as a ball kind of man."

He felt like he should have been offended, but honestly it was true. "My family demanded I attend."

"Oohh..?" She didn't smile, but the small squint of her eyes was enough for Nozel to see she was amused. "And how do you like it so far, have you gotten to dance with a lovely lady?"

Nozel let out a scoff and looked away in disapproval. Which was enough of an answer to prompt a small chuckle from the woman. "A shame." She sighed. "You look a little dashing today."

His head whipped back to her, stunned that she had given him a compliment. Normally the two were like a couple of cats ready to start a fight. Perhaps they had finally gotten comfortable with one another?

Or she was waiting for her next chance to push one of his buttons.

He couldn't help but glance down to his own outfit though. A blue and gold vest over a white top with puffy sleeves. His usual high collar and the silva emblem clasped his top buttons together. He wasn't super dressed up… perhaps she just liked things simple.

She however seemed less so, her dress was floor length and was decorated in white, gold and purple. It seemed foreign based on its design. She had her signature matching earmuffs on as well.

"Well…" He wasn't really sure how to take her compliment. Instead he brought his glass to his lips to take a drink, but as soon as the fluid entered his mouth he began sputtering and coughing.

"Nozel?" Briar's eyes went wide with surprise as he struggled to breath for a moment. She quickly took the glass from him and moved to pat his back a few times.

The man swallowed what he could of the liquid in his mouth then controlled his coughing. "I'm okay-" he held a hand up to her. "I'm okay…"

"What was that about?" Briar asked, her face now changing to utter confusion. "That came out of nowhere."

"I was just shocked by the drink." Nozel took several clean inhales of air to make sure his windpipe was clear.

"This?" Briar lifted the glass and looked it over. It looked like wine to her.

"It's sweet, it caught me off guard..."

She raised an eyebrow at him before she took a sip of his glass.

He gave her a look of mild disgust to share the same glass as him, but he was glad his reaction wasn't too far fetched as she managed to swallow one mouthful before she recoiled away. "My god it's like liquid sugar!"

Nozel turned to the table and all of the other glasses. He picked up another and gave it a quick sniff, his nose being assaulted by the same sickeningly sweet scent. "What is this?"

"I thought it was supposed to be wine." Briar's tongue swiped across her lips as she also looked irritated, which was surprising. The woman consumed copious amounts of sugary treats daily, so what was it about this drink that had even her in a state of disgust?

They glanced around at the others, and while no one but them was currently drinking, there were plenty of unfinished glasses across tables.

"Whoever picked out this drink clearly made a mistake." Rather than leave the unfinished glass Briar turned to a potted plant nearby and dumped the rest of the drink into its dirt. Leaving the now empty glass on the table. "What now? I was kind of looking forward to a drink."

Honestly, so was Nozel. He could still feel his fathers burning gaze on the back of his head and a glass of wine would have been nice to dull his senses.

"Want to see if the kitchen is nearby?" Nozel glanced at Briar as she already had turned to walk away. "I mean unless you'd rather dance or something?"

"No." He responded quickly. At least this way he would be out of the crowd. "Please, lead the way."

Finding the kitchen had not been hard at all. Asking a servant for directions and flashing Nozel's status was all the pair needed to get proper directions. So now with a new Wine bottle in hand and a few clean glasses they walked down a hallway looking for a place to settle and drink peacefully.

The hallway was as nice as the ballroom had been. A crimson carpeted floor with wooden walls and a carefully carved baseboard. A couple of paintings hung on the walls of important individuals but neither mage really cared to stop and look.

"Rosé wine?" Briar read the label in a curious tone. She was more distracted by the bottle in her hand than anything.

"The Roselie are famous for that wine." Nozel told her as he watched her closely.

"Charlotte's family makes wine?"

"You don't know?" They turned down the quiet hallway, not really sure of their destination at this point. "It's how they got their status. They own almost all the vineyards in the Noble realm."

"I see…" the brunette held the wine glasses out to Nozel, who took them, and then began trying to pray the cork out with her fingers.

"Don't be a savage…" he sighed and held his free hand up, liquid metal coming to form a corkscrew in his palm.

"Oh." She stared at it before smiling and taking it. "Thank you~"

"...You're welcome…"

With swift stab, twist and pull Briar had the bottle freed to let the aroma of bitter wine overtake them. "Oh now that smells much better than the other wine."

"Aren't you a little impatient?" Nozel criticized her despite holding both glasses out, which she filled.

"Well if the Roselie family provided all the drinks tonight I want to see if this is any better than that liquid heart attack in the ballroom." The woman took her glass and clinked it against his before taking a drink. "Oh, and it is." Much better, how wine should properly taste.

And while Nozel wanted to take a proper drink of good wine himself, he found himself distracted by her glass. More specifically, the lipstick print she had left behind on it. She didn't usually wear makeup…

His eyes flicked up to her face, still reading the bottle's information, and he saw she was decorated subtly with makeup. A bit of eyeshadow that was just a few shades darker than her eye color. A swipe of eyeliner, dusting of blush and the soft pink color of her lipstick, now smudged slightly from her drink…

"Hey Nozel-" she turned to him suddenly and it wasn't till then he realized he had been leaning towards her. Their noses almost touching as she stood there mildly shocked to find him up in her face. "Uh…"

But he didn't move to back away, his mind felt anxious over what he was doing, it was abnormal for him. 'Was she always this pretty, or smelled this nice?' Was it perfume? It smelled just like a flower garden…

His body refused to move, if anything he leaned in a little more.

And she didn't stop him…

Whomp-

Crash-

The pair jolted apart, eyes wide and faces flushed as they both turned to look at a door. Whatever atmosphere between them had broken immediately after hearing something break beyond the walls.

"What was that?" Briar asked, and she wasn't quite sure if she was referring to their moment or the sounds they had just heard.

Nozel took the opportunity to separate himself from her, now feeling in his right mind, and advanced on the door. His hand quickly closed on the doorknob and forced it open.

There was the sound of bickering women in a small study but as soon as Nozel made his presence known they silenced themselves.

"Charlotte?" Briar peaked in behind Nozel, her breath across his neck sent an odd shiver down his spine and he quickly side stepped so she could have room in the wide doorway.

The bickering women in question were Charlotte Roselie, dressed elegantly in a blue gown with flower embroidery, and a black bull Briar recognized as Cybil. A purple haired woman in a form-fitted black and gold dress. They both looked furious for whatever reason, their shoulders heaving from what must have been an intense argument. Between them was a flower vase, utterly shattered with flowers all over the floor and water soaking into the carpet. An end table was not too far either, knocked over from whatever spat they must have been having.

"...what is going on?" Nozel asked, he slowly moved to put his wine glass down on a nearby cabinet.

"None of your business." Charlotte snapped at him with a nasty tone, much to his surprise. He always knew she was aggressive towards men, but she always held respect towards her fellow captains at the very least.

Suddenly being talked down to by her made his blood boil. "Well it seems to have gotten out of control." He nodded towards the broken vase.

"I said it's none of your business!" She raised her voice even louder, this time throwing mana into it.

"You dare…" The Silva's lips pulled back into an angry snarl as he too began to raise his Magic.

"Okay!" Briar quickly slipped between the two of them, hands up to deter either side form stepping any closer or starting a fight. "No need to act like Animals…"

"Oh why not?" Cybil giggles from her place off to the side. "It's all Charlotte's good for isn't it?"

"What did you say!?" The blonde turned back onto her previous enemy, eyes blazing with blue fury.

The other woman laughed. "Did you not hear me this whole time? All your good for are fighting, running and screaming. It's no wonder why Yami will never notice you."

"Oh my god-" Briar's eyes went wide.

"What did you say!?" Charlotte practically shrieked.

"You treat him like crap!" Cybil shouted back at her.

"What do you know!?"

Cybil took a step over the broken glass to jab at the noble woman's chest. "You call him names, be little his manhood and scream and run just at the sight of him sometimes!"

"I'm just SHY!"

"I CALL IT BEING RUDE!"

Suddenly both women were at each other's throats, grabbing at one another's hair and clawing at dresses, all while screaming and hurling insults at each other. It was jarring for both of the others to watch, Charlotte was NEVER this petty.

"WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU?!" Briar quickly jumped into their fight, grabbing one and yanking the other away with enough force to toss Cybil onto the couch.

"Don't TOUCH ME!" Charlotte howled as she suddenly struck Briar across the face.

The woman was so stunned by the sudden action she didn't have time to react to the net of Silver that suddenly snatched up, wrapped around and pinned the Blue Rose to the wall.

"NOZEL-!" Charlotte seethed and writhed in her prison.

Briar whipped around to look at Nozel, who looked livid. His eyes wide and ablaze with fury as he had a hand up to control his magic. "Don't you touch her." He hissed through grit teeth.

"Serves you right!" Cybil howled as she got up and tossed pillows at the trapped Rose.

"Hey!" Briar snapped a hand towards the other mage and vines grew from the couch to grab and hold her down into it. "Enough of that, you're not teenagers! Nozel!"

She turned back to her companion who seemed to only be getting angrier as he was shouting at Charlotte. Was even he loosing his mind!?

"NOZEL!"

Briar grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to look at her. Wide eyed and stunned, Nozel froze on the spot. All his attention now on her. He heaved to catch his breath but was slowly calming down.

Briar waited, ignoring the still bickering women behind her when she noticed something. Her hands came up to cup his face and, whether Nozel realized it or not, he leaned right into her touch. She used her thumbs to pull down on his lower eyelids as she glanced between both his eyes, his lavender irises now shimmered with flecks of pink and red.

"What on earth…" she gasped softly at the sight. It was both alluring, creating some feeling deep in her, like she was magnetized to him, and also frightening because something was going on.

"Briar…"

The way he said her name sent a chill up her spine, and not in the scary way. She suddenly jabbed him hard in the side to knock him back to himself. The man kneeled over in pain before the brunette swiftly moved to Charlotte.

The Captain almost bit her before she managed to grab hold of her head to check her eyes too. Blue with pink and red, but a lot more of it.

"Unhand me!" The rose snapped as she jerked her head away.

Briar knew she wouldn't have to check the last woman to know she was probably afflicted too. She quickly scanned the room before her eyes settled on a wine glass, the other one broken next to it. She lunged across the room to snatch it up and took a sniff.

Disgustingly sweet.

"What were you talking about?" She spun back around to the women.

"What?" Charlotte snapped.

"Your conversation! How did this fight happen?" Briar pointed between the fighting women with the glass.

"What is going on…" Nozel groaned, looking angry now that some of his senses were returning to him.

"You!" Briar pointed at Cybil who squeaked. "What were you discussing?"

"W-we were talking about Yami…"

"Okay??"

"And how I didn't think Charlotte was a good match for him…"

"Oh and you're any better?!" Charlotte called angrily.

"Better than you!"

The pair were once again hurling insults at one another.

"They both like Yami…" Briar thought out loud as the gears started turning in her brain. She was really scared of the conclusion she was coming to.

"Nozel, watch them!" Briar pointed at him as she put the glass down and rushed for the door.

"What is happening!?" He called after her.

"I'll be back, it's urgent!" She was already rushing down the hall, back towards the ballroom.

As she hurried through the decorated archway she didn't see too much of a difference yet. People were still idly chatting and dancing, though the crowds appear to have thinned out quite a bit….

"Where is it…" she looked around, ignoring the odd looks she was getting from others as she pushed through crowds to make it back to the wine table, its surface now covered in even more half empty glasses. But she cared less about that at the moment and more about…

Her hands grabbed hold of a large flower pot. Her wide eyes staring in disbelief at it. The once white roses were now blooming a brilliant shade of shimmering pink.

"Damn it!" She cursed and spun around to look at the people all going about their business behind her.

"Love potion…"

#black clover #black clover oc #nozel silva #black clover fanart #nozel x oc #oc: briar rose #black clover anime #black clover art #black clover fanfic #black clover fic

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charlieconwayy · 5 months

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Please talk about Macaulay and Paris's relationship

this made my night better because this is my favorite topic

the important thing to note prior to getting into anything, is that mack's paternal instincts have always been a major part of who he is. natasha lyonne called him "the patriarch to his beautiful siblings" (fuck you kit) just last week. the major reason that mack took back his finances was so he could give his mother the money to keep her apartment and help raise the kids. when the apartment burned down (eye roll), mack and his then wife took in the kids. obviously the major reason mack has been even more reclusive than normal in recent years is bc of the birth of his children. it has always been his dream to be a good father and have a happy family.

mack's relationship with mj is obviously a crucial part of the backstory. he has described their friendship of not being necessarily a father/son one, but one of two equals. what is incredibly important about that distinction is that for mack, having a father only meant manipulation and abuse. mj treating him like an equal and giving him a safe space to be a child was a major refuge for mack, especially when he was being treated and being told he was nothing but a cash cow. obviously, as mack has said, mj resonated with mack's super stardom and controlling father. it was largely the reason their friendship began, and while we don't know a ton of details about their relationship after like 1992, it is evident how important it remained to mj until the end and how important it remains to mack today.

mack was made prince and paris's godfather when he was 17-18, while an elderly liz taylor was made the godmother. of all the people in mj's life, siblings, family, friends, etc, mack was entrusted with this honor, which says SO much about mj's view of him and trust in him (we don't know much about his relationship with prince, as prince largely strays away from the spotlight). in his auto biographical parody book (that's rly not a parody and is just a comedic retelling), prince and paris are mentioned in the dedications (on the list of people he hates, joe jackson is listed which always makes me smile) and he tells a story about hanging out at toy stores late at night w a pop star and his children. there's video footage of mack at one of their birthday parties and obviously the famous photo of the three of them watching michael on stage.

we know that after the '05 running into each other in the bathroom during the trial, mack and mj didn't see each other again, but remained in touch with the occasional phone call. mack has praised mj for his dedication to his children during that time, and attended his funeral in '09.

obviously, mack is known for being reclusive and once she got her modeling contract, paris became a very public and open figure. over those years, we got glimpses into their relationship. they have matching tattoos (mack's only tattoo) of spoons, which is an inside joke that they have. paris has spent holidays with mack, particularly one thanksgiving spent in paris with him and brenda. one of the most notable moments was paris introducing her then-girlfriend cara to mack and brenda.

when asked about paris in his interview with marc maron, mack stated: "i am close with paris. i'm going to warn you now, i'm very protective of her, so just look out. i am a very open book when it comes to things, but with her, she is beloved by me."

while paris often posts about mack, mack never does the same about paris. even when speaking ab mj, he doesn't mention paris sans this one time. i believe the reason for this is because mack knew how mj tried to shield his children from the vulturous media, and wants to respect that. i also think a major component to why mack is the perfect godparent for paris is that mj did everything he could to protect mack, and mack wants to extend the same to paris.

paris is constantly critized for not talking about her father enough, and she should be allowed to keep their relationship private if she so chooses. something that is so important to remember is that mj passed when paris was a very little girl. perhaps this is why she finds solace in mack - he got to grow up with mj, while she was never given that luxury.

seeing her attend his walk of fame ceremony was incredibly emotional and touching. i was surprised that she came bc mack is so intensely private about their relationship, but their love and support for each other (always attending events for the other privately is a mainstay for them) is so evident and i know it meant so much to him to have her there.

as paris put it at the ceremony, it's more than a friendship, it's family.

#thank u for sending this i love them so much #macaulay culkin #paris jackson

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seginbeats · 1 year

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✩ The Benassi Household ✩

Giacomo’s immediate family consists of his mother, father and himself. His parents never bothered having any other children, due to his mother’s struggles with fertility. Giacomo’s father wanted a family of four; the mother specifically wanted to try for a girl so that a potential daughter would grow up with a protective older brother.

If one were to ask either of them, Mr. and Mrs. Benassi think that they are great parents!

Massimo Benassi comes from a family of proud butchers. They have run a butcher shop in Mesagoza for the past three generations; Massimo is a butcher like his father, and his grandfather, and intended on raising Giacomo to take on the family business. He did not come from much money, but has managed to accumulate a generous enough savings to take care of his family.

Massimo considers himself a fair father; he believes in a firm, conservative moral foundation and rearing boys to become strong men.

Giada Benassi (her maiden name is Rainaldi)’s family is the dictionary definition of ‘the women make the rules in the house.’ She is the oldest of five siblings, and is very outspoken. Giada’s family consists of many different professions, but she herself works for an insurance firm that sells policies to various Pokémon taxi services throughout Paldea. Giada was a stay-at-home mother until Giacomo turned 10.

Giada is a helicopter mother through and through. She has, on more than one occasion, slapped Giacomo as punishment for poor language and bad choices. She thinks nothing of it, that was normal behavior in her home growing up. Her husband believes that Giacomo is ‘overreacting’ and ‘acting like a little boy’ when he complains of a ‘small pop on the mouth’ from his mother.

Family reunions are very loud and very rowdy; both sides of Giacomo’s family are extremely social and make a point of gathering for every holiday. His cousins on his mother’s side are all extremely competitive when it comes to Pokémon battling; Giacomo has spent a lot of time battling back and fourth with his younger cousins; he is the ‘cool cousin’ on that side.

Giacomo’s cousins on his father’s side of the family are more critical of their ‘little cousin’. They are nit-picky over the way that Giacomo dresses, and dismiss his ambitions of a music career as a ‘phase’ that will not amount to anything.

Neither Massimo or Giada are very supportive of Giacomo’s desire to become a professional DJ. To them, it is not a real job, and does not guarantee an income. Massimo, in particular, thinks that Giacomo is foolish for not carrying on the family tradition. Giada, in turn, worries that her son will get caught up with problematic people in the music scene, and make poor decisions due to his lack of impulse control.

Speaking of impulse control, Massimo and Giada do not grasp that their son has ADHD. To them, Giacomo is just ‘lazy’ and ‘unruly’, and needs more ‘structure’ and ‘regulations’ in his daily life so that he does not fail. Giada, especially, clashes with Giacomo because of his ADHD. She, unknowingly, has the same tendencies, and so they both lack patience with one another. Shouting matches between Giada and Giacomo are very common, and either end with Giada punishing Giacomo, or Massimo intervening and demanding that he respect his mother.

The clashing only got worse when Giacomo hit puberty. He had been an extremely gifted child, but spiraled into “burnout” when he was not given the proper mental stimulation in school. He grew bored of his studies very quickly, and his grades suffered.

At the end of the day, Giada always has a firm excuse as to why she is so controlling and strict with Giacomo: she is worried about her son becoming “like his Uncle Luca.”

Giada’s younger brother, Luca, is currently in prison. He was arrested for stealing vehicles and transporting stolen Pokémon for Team Rocket as a grunt when he was in his early 20’s. The arrest eventually led to Luca being caught for other devious crimes; he has been in prison since before Giacomo was born.

Giacomo is unaware of why his uncle is in prison, he is just told over and over that Uncle Luca was locked up for ‘screwing up too much’. Uncle Luca is always brought up whenever Giacomo gets in trouble at school, with friends, or with the general public.

Unfortunately, when Giacomo dropped out of Naranja Academy and formed Team Star alongside his friends, his parents kicked him out. They refuse to support his decisions, emotionally and financially, and will not welcome him into the home unless he adheres to extremely strict, controlling rules.

Giacomo’s opinion on his parents?

Despite his upbringing, Giacomo doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary with the way he was raised. He assumes that arguing and clashing with parents is pretty normal, and is always surprised to find out when his peers don’t have the same relationship with their mother and father. He wishes that his mom and dad were supportive of his dreams, and misses them, but refuses to go home and apologize out of pride. He worries that going home would result in the termination of any freedom he still has.

Giacomo especially wishes that he could bond with his father, but, Massimo is largely uninterested in Giacomo’s music. Massimo has expressed that if his son “played an actual instrument, and didn’t click buttons on a computer”, that he would be more understanding of his artistic dreams.

Giacomo does not talk about his family much, and when asked about them, he sort of just shrugs and dismisses it and goes “yeah they’re just the way they are.” He definitely believes that “people have it worse” and that he’s fortunate that his parents are still together to begin with.

#☆ ‹ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ › headcanon #Family Dysfunction TW #( Giacomo lore drop )

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vinbee631 · 1 year

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Welcome to the Family

day 3!! thank you guys for all the support on the last two works, it really means a lot! (and keeps me motivated to actually do these lol)

listen this doesn't completely fit the prompt but it's too late not it's already here :)

i used the day four (winter) prompt today, so day 3 will be tomorrow actually!!

enjoy! <3

Roman’s family was absolutely massive. Roman himself had a twin and four other siblings, and that wasn’t even taking into account his parents’ siblings and niblings.

So, family reunions were entirely chaotic.

Roman loved it, the loud, exuberant voices of relatives seeing each other for the first time in a year or two, kids excitedly weaning through his feet and playing little games that could keep anyone entertained, and his Abuela, the head of the house, gathering everyone together like a flock of sheep that moved at the speed of a hurricane.

This year, however, he was a bit more worried about the chaos. Not worried for himself! No, he always knew he was going to have a fantastic time!

This year, he was bringing Logan along.

Logan’s family was tiny, just his mother and grandfather had been available to celebrate holidays, birthdays, and other accomplishments.

Roman thought that sounded incredibly boring, but Logan’s small family made him happy.

Except, after Logan had made it through college and received his degree, he’d decided to come out to his little family, thinking that, after all the time they’d spent, just the three of them, they would be nothing but supportive.

He was very wrong about that.

It had been a year since they had last spoken, and this was about to be Logan’s first Christmas ever, completely alone.

Not if Roman had anything to say about it.

Of course, he gave Logan the option to decline, but after seeing how excited Roman was about the opportunity for his family to meet one of his closest friends, it was almost impossible for him to say no.

Roman knew that if at any point Logan felt uncomfortable or unsure, he could simply leave, and there wouldn’t be any problems. He just… he really wanted things to go fantastically! And he was going to make sure he did everything in his power to make it so.

Logan was only coming for the last day of a week-long event. His entire family would drive, or fly, to his grandmother’s house, some staying there, some scattered in other relatives’ houses or in hotels.

The week leading up to the holiday itself was packed full of family activities, chaotic dinners spread out at a comically long table, and so much love Roman’s heart was full to the brim and it stayed that way for about a month after he left.

He wouldn’t trade these holidays for anything.

When he told Gram, the head of the whole shebang, about his plans to bring a friend, she was ecstatic. It had been a few years since any more grandchildren had come along (although one of Roman’s aunts was expecting). They were due for another new face at the table.

He’d gotten quite a few excited texts when he announced the news to the rest of his family.

(And a few teasing ones asking about a potential boyfriend, but he was used to brushing those off that this point.)

It was a good thing he’d texted them, too, because he’d almost forgotten about the all important gift exchange. He hadn’t been planning on making Logan participate, but once he heard about it, his friend practically refused to not join in.

“It would be a bit awkward if I were the only one there with no gift. Besides, I can’t say I’ve ever participated in one before, other than the normal Christmas presents I gave to my family, so I suppose this will be a fun new experience,” Logan had reasoned.

Once Roman found out it was his first gift exchange? Yeah no, he wasn’t getting out of it.

Soon, but not fast enough, winter break finally arrived. Roman and Logan drove up to Georgia together a week before Christmas. Logan didn’t have to participate in anything other than the celebration the day of, but it gave him a chance to explore the area (and it saved the boys some gas money if they were to travel separately).

Roman really hoped everything was going to work out.

…

Although, in hindsight, maybe he shouldn’t have given Logan the aux cord.

It was not Logan’s first road trip, fortunately. Roman would have been insufferable the whole way if it was. Their friend group had driven down to California one year to visit some of Janus’ family and sightsee.

Logan had sat in the back for that trip, but he had still been goaded into many road trip “traditions,” most of which were only slightly annoying.

He hadn’t gotten the chance to handle the music, but now that he had the chance, he could tell Roman was regretting his choice.

“Does it have to be podcasts?” Roman groaned, only half an hour into their four-hour drive.

“You were the one who put me in control here, and you never said it had to be music. You only instructed that I not ‘pick something cringey,’ and I believe I’ve accomplished that.”

Roman just groaned again, ignoring Logan’s gentle and unnecessary reminder to keep his eyes on the road. “But I’m the one that has to drive us there! If I fall asleep at the wheel from sheer boredom, you are completely to blame!”

“If you think this is boring, I can’t imagine what monstrosities of music you are going to subject me to on the way home.” Logan shook his head, trying to keep the teasing smirk off his face.

“Oh, whatever. I suppose I’ll live. It better not be podcasts the whole time, though. I know you do actually like music. I’ve seen your playlists.”

“Oh, whatever,” Logan mocked, “the music will come when I feel like it.”

“Never let anyone convince you you’re not just as childish as I am,” Roman huffed, reaching over to flick Logan on the arm.

“Keep both your hands on the wheel!” Logan complained, but he was smiling, so Roman considered that a win.

Despite so readily agreeing to come with him, Logan had been genuinely upset about the holiday season. Roman knew just how much his mother and grandfather had meant to him, and they threw their relationship away with him very quickly.

It made him sick to think about it, and he couldn’t even imagine how it made Logan felt.

Now, it served as a reminder that he really needed to make things perfect. Logan was likely already in a bit of a sour mood, and the whole reason he was going was to avoid that. If his family made things worse, Roman would never forgive himself.

“So, is there anything you’re planning on doing other than spending time with me?” Roman questioned, getting antsy in the silence, even with the podcast droning on silently in the background.

“And your family,” Logan tacked on, “but yes, I suppose there are a few things in the area I would enjoy checking out this week. Although, I haven’t thought to put together any sort of itinerary. I figured your family would also have plans I may want to join you for.”

“You know, you don’t have to spend the entire week with my family. I know I invited you to spend time with them, and me, but this is also about you. They can be… well I mean, there are a ton of us. I understand if it’s too overwhelming to throw yourself into at first.”

“Roman, really, I’ll be alright. I’m sure it’s going to be… different than most of my other experiences with family, but I’m prepared for it. You don’t have to worry.”

“Well, I’m going to anyway,” Roman huffed, but the two exchanged a smile, and he was already starting to feel a bit better about this thing.

“Now, keep your eyes on the road!”

…

The rest of the week passed in an incredibly joyful (and incredibly chaotic) haze. Logan and Roman had booked a hotel room about five minutes out from Roman’s grandma, but that really didn’t matter much. They spent basically the whole day, every day, out doing something.

One day it was aquariums, yes, plural! The next, Roman’s uncles were inviting them to wine tastings and restaurants, and whatever else.

Roman had been consistently worried that something was going to overwhelm Logan, but everytime he checked in with him, he was so unashamedly happy.

Roman was more than a little proud his plan was working.

After a crazy long week, and yet far too soon, the very last day came along. Roman spent almost the entire day running around with the kids and keeping them entertained. While he would have enjoyed the company, he was ecstatic to find Logan had stuck behind with his Gram to help with cooking.

And getting to see his face when Logan actually got to eat all the food they made?

Yeah, this was maybe the best Christmas ever.

And then, as soon as dinner was over, a flurry of movement rose from the table as the enitre family, Logan included, huddled into the living room for the gift exchange.

When Logan made his way in, he was pleased to find Roman had saved him a seat. He smiled gratefully, settling down onto one of the couches to see what was going on.

He caught the tail end of a growing argument between the sea of kids. Seriously, Roman had a ton of niblings. How did he keep track of all of them? Logan admired him for it.

Oh, right, screaming kids. That was still going on. They were all crowded around the tree, some holding presents, some simply jumping up and down and waiting for the main event to get started.

“No, no, no! It was your turn last year!”

“But I’ve never gotten a turn! You’re big, you’ve already had two!!”

“You’re not even holding your present! That’s Auntie Gabby’s!”

“What if we let our new guest have the first turn this time?” The children all went silent simultaneously (good going, Gram), one of them rushing over and selecting a gift to place in Logan’s lap. “That one says you!” They exclaimed with a bright smile.

Logan accepted the parcel gratefully, although the stares that accompanied it were not as pleasant. Roman gently squeezed his shoulder in that comforting way of his.

Before he moved to open the thing, he suddenly realized he still had no idea what was going on. Was he even supposed to open this?

One of the older kids, sensing his overwhelming conclusion, took pity on him and caught everyone’s attention so they could explain. Or re-explain, for everyone else.

“So! As everyone here knows, except our special guest-” the kid (Bristol! Logan suddenly remembered) sent a wink in his direction- “for the past couple of years, as the family has gotten bigger and bigger, the yearly gift exchange has gotten… a bit complicated.

“Instead of giving people normal gifts, because of this problem, we decided to have a little… I guess it’s kind of a competition, to see who could get someone the goofiest gift they can find! Ro, I figured you would have told him about this, since we added him to the gift pool and everything!”

Roman shrugged helplessly. “I forgot he wouldn’t know what was going on! I did make him actually buy his present, though, so I hope you picked something good, Logie,” he teased lightly.

“Considering the person Gram picked for me was you, I think I got something perfect,” he shot back, smirking a bit at the betrayed expression Roman shot his grandma.

“Oh, so when I ask to be his gift exchange it’s a no, but him having me is perfectly fine?” Gram laughed, boisterous and loud in a way that reminded Logan so clearly of his friend. “Oh come on, let an old woman have her fun. I was perhaps cutting Logan a bit of a break since this is his first-ever Christmas with the Rey-os Incarnate family. But you’re used to this, you’ll live.”

Roman huffed, folding himself back into his chair. “Fine. I’ll bet my gift’s cooler than yours, though. Also, that was not your best pun.”

“Alright, enough, enough! I wanna see Lo-Lo open his present!” Elliot cut in, the little one practically bouncing in excitement along with his cousins.

“I don’t know why I let you convince them to call me that,” Logan grumbled, but he did comply and opened up his present.

The wrapping paper revealed a flimsy, clothing box, which Logan folded open to find a large, chunky sweater. Like, obnoxiously chunky.

“I didn’t have very much time to make it, so there might be a few loose ends. But, everyone in the family has to have one,” Gram explained with a smile. She made this for him??

Logan stared at the item in his lap, the sweater hiding his legs completely. It was fairly simple, a plain sweater with a large letter “L” on the front.

But it was his. And she’d made it for him.

“I- I was under the impression these were supposed to be comedic gifts.” Logan realized, quite mortifyingly, that the thing had nearly reduced him to tears.

“Oh, trust me, it normally is. Everyone here’s got one, and some of them are quite the creations. But, I suppose it does seem a bit more sentimental to you. I hope I’ll get to make you some even weirder ones in the future, honey.”

Logan, by some miracle, kept his composure enough to keep his cheeks dry through the entire hug Gram gave him. “Welcome to the family, Logan.”

Okay, that wasn’t fair. Now he was crying.

Suddenly, he was enveloped in warmth as the entire family tried to cram themselves together for a massive group hug. They didn’t all fit but the thought, the effort they provided for someone that they hadn’t even met until this morning, touched Logan’s heart completely.

He understood now why Roman had been so worried. He’d wanted everything to go perfectly because he didn’t want Logan to miss out on this, this incredible outpouring of love and acceptance, something he realized he’d never really had in this amount before.

As much as he had teased Roman for his mother-henning earlier, there was no amount of thanks he could provide that would make up for the experience Roman had given him.

He got a pretty comfy sweater out of it, too.

aaaand that's it! can you tell i'm a sucker for logan angst and hurt/comfort lmaoo, i promise i will make one more roman centered too, I just have a hard time writing him and i had very little time to write today <3

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