#one day im gonna make some snowmen ONE DAY

[not-alien-girl-v]

Hello! Could I request a tate langdon x trans male reader? (Sorry for requesting tate I know you get him alot)

note: you know what you are right i do get tate a lot but the tumblr girlies have been eating him up lately so this one goes out to the transmascs and/or tate lovers. also writing this on my phone and my fat ass thumbs are not doing all that work of clicking shift so this will be all lowercase. anyway i’m writing this sleep deprived at midnight so i am going to wake up tomorrow morning and forget i wrote this most likely

warning: language probably idk i write my warnings before i write the fic and i just predict what the fuck im going to add in idk i should stop

the dead of winter makes things feel quiet. you barely hear your mom in the kitchen though you are just in the room over. it’s not snowing outside, it doesn’t do that in la, like, ever, but it would be nice maybe once.

you feel the vibration of your phone. you’re sitting on the couch and it’s in the back pocket of your jeans and you don’t want to stand up to fish it out so you flop yourself sideways and grab it. you have three notifications, and in your mind, you make a mental ranking of their importance.

3. bereal went off, though it happened hours ago and you don’t bother to take the picture because who cares

2. about 46 minutes ago, your friend texted your other friend in the group chat, talking about some concert tonight for people you’ve never even heard of before

1. your boyfriend, tate, texted about the same concert, but in this case, offering to take you with him to the show

not to play favorites, but a night out alone with your boyfriend sounds like more fun than a night with your freaky little friends. sure, they were a barrel of monkeys… in their own way, but you’d much prefer a long night in working at a puzzle with them than a raging concert.

‘?’ Tate texts again. You opened his text and he saw the read receipt but you’ve just been sitting there contemplating the meaning of life for minutes now.

‘maybe’ you reply and renter your deep thought once more. it would be fun, you’d have a good time and he’d be happy… but you have been wearing your binder for at the very least 10 hours now, and you had plans to take it off in a little bit (granted you were procrastinating) and that was something you didn’t want to deny yourself.

they say you’re not supposed to exercise in a binder, but that’s never stopped you. back in high school, you had PE 3rd period, and it’s not like you were just gonna go through the trouble of taking it off for a one hour block every single day and then put it back on once the class is over.

that’s the same now, though you don’t have a PE class, you are an avid mosher in the pit and you don’t want to be boobs flying everywhere. you don’t even want boobs at all, but top surgery is expensive, and your insurance only covers testosterone shots so you make do with what you can.

‘maybe?’ he texts back and he didn’t include it in the text, but you can feel a :( radiating from his end of the line.

‘tummy kinda hurts idk’ another thing, he doesn’t know you’re trans. it’s no big deal, truly, you know he’d be super supportive and respectful if you came out and nothing would change between the two of you but that doesn’t take away any of your fear of telling him. this relationship has been going on for 6 months now, and it seems like the longer you wait to say something, the more awkward it will be once you do.

‘:(‘ he texts and you frown a little as well in real life, and you put your phone on the table and walk into the kitchen. your mom is baking those little sugar cookies from target with the snowmen on them and you swear if you got close enough, you could eat an entire tray full of them.

but you’ve already spoiled your dinner enough with the potato chips you now realize you’ve abandoned in the living room and walk back to your room.

your bedroom is small yet well decorated, giving it a cozy aura, even more when you light a peppermint candle. you finally remove your binder and it feels like a breath of fresh air for the first time today. twisting your arms around, you stretch out and then put on a tank top and bundle up in your bed because it’s so damn cold out.

you put your headphones over your ears and play some random song off a playlist tate made for you and all is well in the world until you think you hear your mom screeching your name from the kitchen. of course, the second you pause the music and rip of the headphones, it’s dead silence once more, so you put them back on. there’s the noise again. if she’s really trying to contact you, she can just text you rather than test out her echolocation skills.

a moment later, she does text you.

‘someone at the door go get it’

as polite as ever, you have no choice but obey and slump to the front door, unhappy that your unwinding time has been interrupted by some rando at the door. when you open the door (albeit, grumpily), it’s not a rando, but it is in fact your boyfriend.

“tate! what are you doing here?” you don’t mean to sound so unhappy about his presence, it just comes out like that and of course you notice how quickly his eyes trail downwards on your body. you follow them too, until they land on your uncaged boobs. shit. “oh, um.”

“aren’t you going to invite me in?” he doesn’t say anything you thought he would and for that, you hold the door open for him and step aside to let him in.

“so, what are you doing here?” you ask again since he didn’t respond the first time.

“you said your stomach hurt, and mine kinda hurt too, so i thought i could come over and we could be in pain together. what do you think?” the whole time he’s been making his way to your bedroom, though he hadn’t been in your house very many times, he knew where he was going. he kicks off his shoes at the base and launches himself onto your duvet.

“you’re so thoughtful,” you crawl in next to him and hook one leg between his own, immediately experiencing the glory of his body heat.

“i tend to think so.” there’s that silence again. sometimes peaceful, sometimes deafening, because you know there’s something left unsaid. so you open your mouth again.

“um, so, about the boobs thing,” you start and pause to swallow, realizing you must look like a nervous character on tv right now.

“it’s okay.”

“it is?” you don’t dare lift your head to look him in the eye.

“of course. it doesn’t matter to me. you’re still hot,” he pokes you in the side and you chuckle at him.

“stop it, you silly goose,” you joke back and you can feel the physical cringe his body does.

“and i love you no matter what,” it’s quiet, but you hear it, muffled by your cringe minecraft bedspread. you love him too.

#ahs #tate langdon #evan peters fanfiction #american horror story #evan peters x reader #tate langdon x reader #evan peters #evan peters x you #fanfic #fluff #transmasc #trans rights

[saffronwritings]

Songbird A Self-Indulgent Self-Insert Trickster Fanfiction

Part Thirteen: Playdate Word Count: 5.9k Content Warning: gore, violence, language , substance use, alcohol use, drug use A/N: welcome to chaos that is my brain. no idea how im gonna continue this one but here we go~

Songbird Masterlist

You had an extensive list of killers that you had befriended, each new killer that entered the fog was a new challenge for you. You weren’t expecting to befriend the Onryo, or as you and Steve lovingly called her: The Oreo, on the first day she entered the fog. Although it was very short lived because you honestly think you had just confused her. The next encounter did not go as smoothly as the first.

Wesker was another one in which took a bit of time befriending; the last thing you expected was when Wesker had joined in you and your friends' antics in the snowmen the Entity put in for the holidays. An excited squeal had left your lips as you had high fived Wesker inside of the decoy snowman. You had run back to the campfire exclaiming to Quentin what you had done, and looking over to see Chris Redfield’s jaw drop.

Another killer that was on and off with being your friend was the Pig. There were matches that she was a total sweetheart and let you and your friends boop the snoot. (A small game that you and the survivors had come up with after you had befriended her the first time.) On the opposite end though… When Amanda was in a foul mood, she was not in the mood to play games unless it involved your death.

You were dropped off at Coldwind Farms with your fellow survivors and you had gained your consciousness making eye contact with Jake. He sneered at you and made for the opposite direction. Rolling your eyes, you decided to head into one of the killer shacks on the map. You started cleansing a totem and notice David sneak into the shack and start working on the generator. 

You hopped onto the generator as well after making sure the totem was broken to bits. “Any idea on who the killer is?” You asked after getting into the groove of getting the generator working again. “It’s Pig, saw one of her cages on the other side of the shack.” He answered after sparking two wires together and pulled one of the cranks in quick succession. As if speaking her name was enough to summon her, you heard her pig like roar before swinging at David. 

Thankfully, David sprinted out of the shack before hand and vaulted over the window. Leaving you to be face to face with Amanda. You quickly dropped your tool box and lowered yourself to the ground. The first way you attempt to befriend the killer. This however, did not seem to appease the killer in the slightest. She swung her blade at you and managed to land itself deep in your arm. 

You let out a hiss and ran towards one of the exits, quickly slamming the pallet lined up at the exit way. You didnt mean to hit Amanda with it but you heard her surprised squeak and knew you were in for it. Even when Amanda was not in the mood to be friends, she never placed a bear-trap helmet on your head. You felt your blood run cold and you immediately broke out into a sprint.

“Shit shit shit shit” was all you could think and all you cold exclaim as you wove your way through the cornfield. You knew she was not going down without a fight, and she was hot on your trail. “AMANDA WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS!” You shouted as you vaulted another window leading into the pig pens. There was no answer from the angered killer except her ragged breaths as she kept her eyes on you. 

The problem you encountered a lot was that you were good at befriending killers; not running them. You were not nearly as good as Feng or Nea when it came to running the killers around the map. Its like they got some twisted pleasure when they got a rise out of the killer enough to tunnel them a whole match. And with not running the killers as often as they did, you didnt know the maps very well.

You had run into a dead end and quickly tried to climb over the pig pen fencing when Amanda grabbed you up like a cat. She tossed you hard onto the ground before putting the trap-like device onto your head. “There is no talking. Just suffering.” Amanda whispered into your ear before picking you back up and stringing you onto a hook. 

x x x 

That wasn't the only time that things had gone a bit weird in your trials. A few matches later, you found yourself on Leery's Map, the broken down hospital that was notoriously the Doctor's home map. Preparing for the worst, in this case; preparing for the doctor, you headed towards the center of the map. Getting the gen done in the main operating room was the biggest priority because if it's one of the last ones there was no way in hell the killer was going to let you finish it.

They will camp the shit out of that generator.

You started the gruesome process of pulling levers and turning knobs in order to get the gen working again. You barely got one of the gears turning before you felt your heart rate pick up - alerting you that the killer is on the way. “For fucks sake, can’t these killers leave me alone for once.” You groaned as you hopped off the generator and snuck up the stairs to your immediate right. 

You heard a loud nooting come speeding through the room and stop dead at the generator. The Blight had whipped out his cane and smashed it against the gen. You held your breath until he turned directly towards where you were trying to hide. You whispered out a curse and attempted to sneak down the other side, but you heard his screeching again and you knew to run. 

“Grandpa! Fancy meeting you here!” You shouted as you started putting foot to pavement. There was no response from him besides gurgling and the occasional screeching as he injected himself with zoom juice. You had found one of your favorite loops since finding out about it from Leon and prepared yourself to piss off the Blight.

As soon as he charged at you, you threw the pallet down and stunned the killer instantly. You baited him with starting to run in the other direction, which he fell for and started to follow you. A smirk grew across your face as you spun around and ran over to the pallet. 

This little game of back and forth went on for a little bit until the Blight finally broke the pallet in frustration. Another curse left your lips as you hightailed out of there and onto the next loop. This went on for what felt like ever. The repeating cycle, only making the Blight even more angry with everything you were doing. It wasnt until the last gen popped and he got a lucky hit on you and you went down instantly.

Hex: No One Escapes Death…

One of the cheapest tricks in the book for the killers. You could do an amazing job as youre running the killer, but if you happen to ignore a small detail as the totems, it could be the end of your run. “What a load of bullshit.” You groaned as you attempted to try and force yourself up. However, it was too late because he had picked you up and strung you on the hook. He hit you multiple times while dangling from the hook. “Awwww, Grandpa is big mad at me. Poor thing.” You cooed and he hit you with his weapon again.

“You’re going to regret that old man.” You whispered, hearing the exit gate open. “I’m not scared of you little girl.” He said back to you with a grimmace. Camping too? Wow. You noticed one of the other survivors start their way over and you knew you couldnt sacrifice all their hard work for you.

So you attempted to throw yourself off the hook to no avail. The entity’s claws came with a vengeance to try and end you. “GET OUT. ILL TAKE THE L HERE, DONT RISK IT.” You shouted, in hopes your team members wouldnt fall for his NOED trap of baiting. It seemed to work as quickly after the Entity’s tendrils pierced your abdomen and sending you up into the sky…

A frustrated yell escaped your lips as you found yourself in yet another match, it was relentless lately. “You alright kiddo?” Bill had asked as he made his way over to me. You had rubbed your temples and shook your head. “Can I happen to bug you for another pack of your smokes, Bill?” He gave you a weird look, as if disapproving, but you were ready to call him a hypocrite until he handed you a pack. “You can find them typically in chests in the killer shacks as a future reference.” He said before hobbling over to the nearest gen.

You inspected your surroundings and noticed you were on one of the MacMillan Estate maps. You shoved the cigarettes in your pocket and got to work on the gen with Bill. You and Bill probably had half of the generator done before you had noticed the TV sitting a few meters away from you two. “Fuck its the Oreo.” You muttered. 

Oreos had a tendency to not like the survivors; in fact you think they get a deeper satisfaction from killing you than any other killer in the roster. Well, besides from Bubba that is. “The what now?” Bill asked, but before you could clarify your eyes had noticed the killer crawling through the television you had just noticed. “Run.” You said before getting the Onyro’s attention. “Common Sadako, its time for your walk-”

You couldnt finish your little quip before she shoved her energy at you in full force, knocking you out of breath. A cough forced itself out of your diaphragm and you attempted to vault over the nearest window but she had been surprisingly fast this time. She yanked you just like the pig had done a few matches prior like you weight nothing at all. “You know we could be good friends, if you let me help-” You started to say before she essentially threw you as hard as she could onto the hook. For some reason, it felt like all the killers recently were all hella aggressive for whatever reason.

Maybe the entity was mad at you after all. 

“Or not.” You muttered after you let out a long scream from the pain. You were tempted to yeet yourself off the hook but you felt a twinge of pain from the last match's attempts. “What do you think you’re doing up there?” Leon quipped as he snuck his way over to you. “Oh you know, I thought I’d hang around.” You smirked as he groaned and unhooked you.

You let out a sharp inhale as the pain coursed through you more than usual. “You look rough buddy.” Leon said as he pulled out his medkit. “Do you say that to all the ladies to make them swoon?” You asked him as he poured out a salve onto one of the gauze pads from his medkit. “Only to you.” He quickly replied which made you quickly look up at him. 

Before you could say anything else you felt the terror radius closing in on the two of you. He took your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction that the terror radius was coming from. He dug something out from his pocket and he had chucked it behind us. When there was a decent amount of distance between the killer and the two of you Leon had thrown the two of you into a locker.

The killer's radius had circled around the locker you two were squished into and had disappeared. A relieved sigh left both of your lips when you both knew you were safe for the time being. “I think we’re in the clear for now.” You said and looked over to Leon and caught his gaze. He was staring so intently at you that you felt your heart-rate pick back up. “I think the killer’s on her way back.” You squeaked out.

Leons eyes kept flicking back and forth between your lips and back to your eyes. “Leon?” You softly asked, before he cupped your and closed the distance between the two of you. You froze, feeling your heart pound harder in your chest. Leon had quickly pulled away and his eyes were wide. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinki-” He had started to say before you had grabbed his RPD vest and crashed your lips onto his again. 

You weren’t sure what possessed you to do this. However, with all the matches that had been going on, this was honestly such a breath of fresh air. Leon was shocked at first that you had pulled him back into said kiss. However it took him a moment of being stiff to threading his hand through your hair as if he’d been waiting for this moment for so long.

His lips were slightly chapped, which was to be expected when you were all fighting for your lives constantly. It was almost as if he couldn’t get enough of you, his other hand trying to pull you closer to him. My dove… Rang through your head and instantly pulled you to your senses. You quickly pulled away from Leon and stared wide eyed at him. 

What had you just done?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” You said before getting out of the locker. You almost wanted to cry; how could you do that? After everything that had happened with Ji-woon, how could you be hiding in a locker smooching on the rookie cop? You held your hand over your mouth as you tried to regain yourself. “Saff, over here.” Bill said through a sucked breath of pain. 

You rushed over to him and started to work on healing him. Surprisingly you healed him up in no-time and got back to working on the generator with him again. Your thoughts were racing a million miles an hour as you were unsure what to do. If you told Ji-woon what happened, he would make Leon’s life a living hell. (As if it wasn’t already) And you weren’t sure how he would react to that information.

You also valued honesty, and didnt want to lie to the man who just shorty ago felt vulnerable enough to admit he loved you. Anger coursed through your veins at your own actions. You got the generator with Bill running again before long and the exit gates were powered. A sigh of relief that the match was coming to an end.

Of course, Sadako had other plans. She had teleported once again next to the two of you. As if waiting for a golden opportunity to strike. What was with the killers lately with their end game tactics? “Go, I’ll take the chase.” Bill valiantly said. It was very on brand for Bill to try and sacrifice himself for the team.

“And let you have all the fun? I don’t think so.” You laughed knowing you’d get a groan response from the seasoned veteran. Bill had taken a protection hit and made a run towards the killer shack. Sadako had seemed to be on his trail, and yet when you were pulling the lever on the exit gate you felt the terror radius pick up near you. “I must be a killer magnet today huh Entity?” You stifled a laugh, and knew you were going to go down here.

“Sadako! Fancy meeting you here.” You attempted with your best killer charming aura. The exit gate was probably 98% done when she had made her way to you. “Don’t talk to me as if we’re friends.” Her voice came out just as glitchy as her movements were. “Awww, don’t break my heart here. You’ll make me cry.” You said, standing your ground. You were tired of running, tired of the chase. You just wanted to be done.

“Thats the point.” She said, hitting you with her force of energy. “Then get on with it.” You said, accepting your fate. The Onryo once again hit you with her energy force and knocked you straight onto the ground. “You know, Ji-woon won’t be happy to hear about your little locker session with the cop.” She said in a mocking tone. You felt a chill go through your body.

How did she know? 

“That's okay, it's only fair you get your pay back.” She hummed as he used her telekentic energy to pick you up. A confused look spread across your face and almost making your heart break at that sentence alone. What did Sadako mean by that? “This is why we shouldn’t intermingle. If you go looking for pain, you’ll always, always find it.” That was the last thing she said before once again throwing you onto the hook.

Your body ached like it had never ached before. You were onslaught by multiple killers with bad attitudes back to back. The entity must have put you in at least ten trials by the time you had made it back to the campfire. You walked over in a daze to one of the logs and slumped onto it. “Saff?” Quentin had questioned before sitting down next to you.

“Hi Quent.” You mumbled, staring blankly into the fire. “You’re looking really rough friend, are you okay?” He asked as he sat down next to you. “I’m exhausted.” You muttered, looking at your tired friend who had nothing but concern written on his face. “I just… need to rest..” You had slumped onto his shoulder and fell asleep so fast. 

You don’t know how long you were out for, it felt like a moments time before you felt yourself being roughly hauled over someone’s shoulder and being carried away from the campfire. You stirred a bit in the sudden movements and your vision finally cleared from the tired blur and noticed the campfire getting further away from you. Quentin was walking next to whoever was carrying you although he looked extremely nervous to do so.

You looked down and noticed a varsity jacket with some torn up jeans and knew instantly who was carrying you. “Frank I swear to god if you don’t put me down I will punch you in the balls.” You warned very cautiously and that had gained a laugh from the killer. He instantly put you down and continued his walk. You fell into step with Quentin who had just shrugged and followed Frank out to Ormand. 

Susie ran up to you with an excited squeal and crushed you in a hug. “I’m so glad you came! We wanted to throw a party and knew you had to come!” Susie exclaimed, looping her arm through yours and directed you inside of the abandoned ski resort. You had to explain to Susie that kidnapping you was not the ideal way to find yourself at a Legion hosted party and she apologized. 

She was honestly more surprised at your attitude towards Frank, considering the last time you saw him he had tricked you with Danny. You grimmaced at the thought and shook your head. You were tired of the grudges and the ill feelings towards everyone. You wanted to start fresh and wanted no bad blood with anyone; including Danny. 

“Well, we did invite him to this party, but he was brooding about something so we decided to leave him be.” She explained when you had looked around. However, you were surprised to see Kate, Meg, Dwight, Nea, and Steve there already mingling in the longue of the ski resort. David was behind the bar serving up drinks to the other survivors. 

“Ji-Woon also declined, we told him you were going to be here but he said he had some things to take care of.” She continued, making your heart sink. Sadako’s voice echoed through your head about pay-back. What did she mean by that? A scowl had rested itself on your face and Susie picked up on the mood change immediately. 

“We won’t worry about that tonight though!” She cheered, dragging you into the party that was in full swing. All the members of the legion were present, all masks removed to let the other survivors know they were safe. Amanda was also there, but keeping mainly to herself. Susie had bounded over to the bar to grab drinks for the two of you. 

Joey had passed you a blunt which you gladly accepted. You took in a long drag before passing it over to Dwight. You locked eyes with Steve and a smile crept on your face. He came bounding over to you and wrapped you up in a hug. He messed up Quentin’s beanie and plopped down between the two of you. “Its been a while since the three hooligans got up to some tom-foolery!” He laughed and took a swig of his drink. 

You nodded your head and smiled at him. You were exhausted from all the back to back trials but you also wanted to have fun with your friends. Although it was weird that the Legion considered themselves your friends. Frank came over with Julie and sat down on the couch adjacent to you and your friends. “Good to see you, Saff!” Julie said, smile widening as she looked at you. 

“Likewise! It’s been a while.” You answered, taking the cup out of Steve’s hand before taking a swig yourself. You cringed immediately at the contents in his cup. “Are you insane and drinking Tito’s straight?” You coughed out immediately, handing the drink back over to him. A dangerous smile spread across Steve’s face and he just winked at you as he chugged down the rest of the contents.

The party that the legion had assembled had gathered and the shenanigans had began. There was silly party games that usually only appeared at childrens parties. There was even a pinyatta in the shape of a flashlight that Frank had a blast beating the shit out of.

You couldn’t remember how many drinks you had in your system by the time the entourage of survivors and killers were sitting in a circle with an empty beer bottle sitting idly in the middle. Joey was the first one to spin the bottle and it landed straight onto Nea. “Truth or dare.” Joey challenged her with a wicked smile spreading across his lips.

“Dare, obviously.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes with an obvious smile on her face. Everyone was in very good spirits; Dwight was actually actively socializing, Kate was playing her guitar lightly enough that it wasn’t cutting over anyone’s conversation, and Quentin was actually partaking in the activities as well. He had a beer in his hand and occasionally took the blunt that was passed around to take a hit or two.

Your head was in the clouds and you felt like the world was yours. The fog and the impending doom that was the eternal hell was no match for the friendships you had built here. You had no idea how much time had actually passed since you had entered the eternal nightmare, but with the friends you made and the fun you had during your matches couldn’t be beat.

Meg had nudged your shoulder as you had dazed out while listening to Kate’s guitar and the background mingling. You noticed that the bottle had landed on you and silently cursed. “Alright Saff, truth or dare.” David said, pulling your hazed attention towards him. “Would i truly be my crackhead ass self if I didn’t pick dare?” You smiled at him, and he smiled back at you. “Spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on.” He challenged you.

For a moment, you hesitated. You thought of Ji-woon and how hurt he would be. Your thoughts flashed to the moment in the locker with Leon and more hurt twinged in your chest. Then, Sadako’s words sunk in. “If you do, I’ll tell you some tea.” He continued, adding fuel to the fire without even knowing. However, when you met his eyes you almost knew it was about Ji-Woon.

Without hesitating further, you spun the bottle in the middle of the group. You watched the bottle intensely as it spun and spun. You felt all the color drain from your face as you noticed who it had landed on. “Well come on, don’t be a baby.” He said with an evil smirk on his face.

You felt your heart-rate pick up immediately and almost wanted to spit in his direction instead. However, you weren’t going to be the only survivor not to follow through on their dare. You stood up and walked over to Frank who was smiling. Both of you didn’t want to do this. Frank hated you more than any other survivor in the line-up. 

“Hey there, trouble.” He greeted you as you finally closed the distance between the two of you. “You’re the one who’s trouble.” You countered, swallowing hard as you realized what you had to do. You took a deep breath as you lazily draped your hands over his shoulders. You had connected your hands together at the base of his neck and pulled him into your lips.

It wasn’t the worst thing you could think of doing. His lips were a bit chapped, his snake bites cold on your skin. He had returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. He had swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you had pulled away immediately. You glared at Frank who was only smiling deviously at you. 

You rushed over to Susie and pulled her into a kiss. She let out a surprised squeak and when you pulled away, her face was flushed red. You had smiled at her, mouthing a sorry before you ducked over to Julie. A wide and mischievous smile had crossed her lips as you approached her.

Julie seemed to catch onto what you were doing, and she grabbed both sides of your face and pulled your lips to hers. It was your turn to let out a surprised squeak before she pulled away and then gave a small little forehead kiss. You smiled back at her and ran over to Joey who was trying to escape your tangent.

“Uh uh, no way you’re escaping this Joey.” You smiled as you grabbed onto his hoodie. He groaned and faced towards you with a smile. He was playing around with you, as he had forever. He was the last of the legion you had befriended, which was surprising to everyone. You had befriended Frank and Julie way before you had even saw Joey in a match.

Every single time you were placed in a match with him, he was always in such a fowl mood. It wasn’t until much later that he had recognized you as Susie’s friend in a match and actually allowed you to befriend him. In his defense, he didn’t personally care about the survivors. He only cared about his friends. It wasn’t until you started to come along with Steve and the rest that he started to care. 

Only because his friends also started to care about you guys.

You had pecked him on the cheek and that in itself had elicited a blush to appear on his cheeks. “To the killer that took me the absolute longest to befriend.” You giggled, alcohol still churning through your system. He had kissed your cheek back, earning another squeak. “To the survivor who has been the biggest pain in the ass for all of us.” He mused back and went back to behind the bar. Since David was playing party games, Joey had taken his turn as bar tender. 

You had plopped on the ground next to Steve and Quentin who were staring at you with shock. “It was a dare.” You shrugged your shoulders and they shrugged along with you. You didn’t want to worry about the semantics when Ji-woon had outright refused to be here. Especially when he had known you were going to be there as well.

You guys had played a few more rounds of spin the bottle truth or dare before the area was cleaned out to make a makeshift dancefloor. You were significantly drunk by the time you had ended up on the dancefloor. You were singing and shouting lyrics to songs you had knew and partying harder to the ones you didn’t know.

Kate, Susie, Nea, and you had all been dancing in a circle. All too drunk to care about what was going on around you. It wasn’t until you were pulled aside by a dark figure that you had sobered up a bit. “Danny?” You asked and his smile was your only answer. “Seems like you’re having a blast, sweetheart.” He mumbled as he brought his solo cup up to his lips.

“I was until you interrupted me.” You smiled at him, trying to not feel as awkward as the tension hanging in the air. “I wanted to apologize. For everything. I didn’t mean to hurt our friendship.” He admitted, chugging the rest of the contents in the solo cup. He winced a bit at the after bite of the alcohol and handed the cup over to Joey, who had filled it up in record time.

“I shouldn’t have played into the Entity’s games. It was wrong and I shouldn’t have tricked you. I was worried that Ji-woon swooped in and was going to cause harm. I wanted to see what he would do in the situation. Think of it as a test for him rather than you.” He continued, swirling the drink around in his cup. He hadn’t looked up at you. Guilt was written all over his face. 

“You showed up tonight, I’m glad.” You said, nudging his shoulder with your own. He looked over at you surprised at first, but then a look a adoration spread across his face. He wrapped you up in his arms and let out a laugh. “Oh how I’ve missed my favorite chaos gremlin.” He said and you gladly returned the hug.

“You are an asshole though.” You admitted, making him laugh out a hearty laugh. “Oh, we both knew that, darling.” He rolled his eyes and pushed you back into the frey of the party. 

Frank had approached Danny with dark eyes, both of them knowing something that the other didn’t want to say. “David already promised her the information. The last thing we needed was you to tell her and her to not believe it.” Frank said, staring out into the crowd where you were dancing with Julie and Susie. “Steve will probably try to kill him again.” 

#the trickster x read #trickster x reader #trickster dbd #dbd selfinsert #dbd x reader #dbd fanfic #dead by daylight #ji woon hak x reader #ji woon hak #ji woon x reader

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

fun with sn0wmen 0u0

Sollux, pointing: what’2 thii2 2nowman?

Aradia: hes a pale0nt0l0gist

Aradia: hes l00king f0r cretace0us sn0w din0saurs!

Sollux: why doe2 he look 2o 2ad?

Aradia: he realized that sn0w d0esnt f0ssilize it just melts

Sollux: your 2nowmen lead tragiic liive2.

Aradia: well theyre n0t very bright

#source: calvin and hobbes #do they have snow on alternia? im thinking probably not #‘anyway if you dont make a ton of freaky snowmen when its snowing are you even living’ #i say from my tropical country where it doesnt snow at all :/ #one day im gonna make some snowmen ONE DAY #<<-- TROPICAL COU- DO YOU WANNA SWITCH??????? #COME HERE. COME TAKE MY HOUSE 20 MINUTES AWAY FROM A GREAT LAKE #fucking. half the years ive been alive its snowed at least once BEFORE HALLOWEEN #HOW DO YOU DO THAT !!? OHIO #not even a MONTH ago it was SUMMER!??! #i have to deal with the fucking POLAR VORTEX every february. BITCH!!? #who would want to live in a place that gets a phenomenon called a POLAR VORTEX #when that shit happens temps drop down to like NEGATIVE FORTY #AND THAT NUMBER IS THE SAME IN BOTH CELSIUS AND FAHRENHEIT #fucking ZERO KELVIN in february JESUS CHRIST. fucking weather is turning solid matter into the fucking BOSE EINSTEIN CONDENSATE #why am i here. i should be in costa rica. give me costa rica #make some snowmen up here for me in winter hell op . give one sunglasses im outta here #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #submission #gallowscalibr8tor #mod dave

[strawberry-jammers]

child reader (Pt.4)

tommy x child!reader || whys he here??

someone comes to the tundra to fight the blade (also some cute fluff)

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4 pt5

masterlist

this took so long lmao, part 5 coming soon

This story will diverge from the cannon. Since i cant remember it well im just gonna do my own thing.

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The three of them, techno tommy and little (y/n), lived together peacefully for a bit. Techno and tommy would occasionally spar and commit minor terrorism, while (y/n) got to play with tommy and uncle techno. 

(y/n) has grown a bit sense they had arrived there, being a happy kid like they should be.

On calm nights, techno would read to the little kid, stories of gods who ruled over the lands. Stories of himself in his times of adventure. They enjoyed all his stories, for they held a sort of unreachable curiosity that they loved oh so much.

“Im not reading you a story.” techno says. Sitting in his usual arm chair. He had come back from the nether not long before, just wanting to rest after a long day of fighting withers. He didnt expect the kid to want to hang out with him. “Pwease uncle tech!” they said. He shook his head. “I said no.” (y/n) huffed, getting off the arm of the chair, walking to the pile of books that stood in the coroner of the room. 

They looked through it, trying to find the one they wanted. Once they did, they let out a happy ‘aha!’ and stumbled to the grumpy piglin, book in hand. “This one this one! Pleaaaase!!” they said. Showing techno the book. He examined it, realizing that it was the story about himself that philza had given to him as a joke gift. His eyes widened. ‘Why would the brat wanna read about me?’ he pondered. He just sighed, gently grabbing the book from the small hands it was being held in. “Fine, fine, I'll read you the story.” 

(y/n) smiled, climbing up to sit on the piglins lap, wanting to try and read the book along with him. He huffed, not really agreeing to them sitting on him. None the less he opened the book, reading the unfinished tale to the child sitting before him.

“Once centuries ago, there was a young lad cursed to hear ungodly voices…”

Those were nights (y/n) enjoyed the most. They couldn't read, but having techno read to them was much better than reading a book all alone.

On most days Tommy would play with (y/n) outside. Neither of them got bored of the snow, being used to the sunny weather that was logstedshire. It was a nice change of pace that (y/n) enjoyed. 

The two of them usually had snow ball fights, or tried to build towers and mini houses out of the snow. Tommy would build them snowmen, ones that looked like the people they knew. Others were sometimes ones they hadn't seen before, that Tommy would tell stories of when they would go to bed.

“Papa look!” tommy turned to his kid, who was happily standing next to a snow version of himself. It was small and barely looked like himself, but he easily recognized it. He came up to the small child, picking them up happily. “That's me!? It's amazing little (f/i)! You did so well!!” he said, ruffling the young ones hair. They giggled at the action. 

“Wanna see mine?” (y/n) nodded. He walked over to the snowman he had built, showing them to his kid.

They looked familiar, (y/n) thought. These were the people in the storys (y/n) was told, the man with words of wisdom and guitar playing skills that calmed every citizen, who had tragically died in their last battle. The boy who was by papas side, who loved bees and everyone he knew. The young baker who had a kind heart and a smile that could put anyone at ease. Jack manifold.

Tommy spemnt a very long time creating this, purely so he could show (y/n) his old friends at least once. “Whos that one??” (y/n) asked, pointing to the the fox looking one, standing tall next to the leader, wilbur. “That's fundy. He didn't do much in the war, but he was an amazing fighter, and also a furry.`` Tommy replied, setting the child down. They ran up to the snowman. “Furry furry furry!!” they chanted, making the young boy laugh. “Yes furry!”

Most days now were spent with all three of them playing games inside till the late hours. After (y/n) had gotten sick from being outside so much, Tommy decided to just stay inside the warm cabin. They would bug techno alot, but he enjoyed the company some days. It was better than staying inside alone with an enderman who didn't really like him.

Today however, was different. For they had an unexpecting visitor who was very friendly. 

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Techno was making breakfast, as usual. He had learned that if he didnt, neither of the innits would eat till dinner when their bodys couldn't handle it anymore. It wasn't good for a young baby like that. Not that techno cared tho.

He was putting the dirty pots and pans in the sink, knowing he'd try and force Tommy to do it later. He started to put the food onto plates when he heard shouting coming from outside. "TECHNOBLADE GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!!" 

Techno stops for a second. No one could possibly have the balls to fight him, let alone twice. Technoblade put the stuff in his hands down, walking over to the window to try and see who was out there. As he thought, it was none other than Quackity trying to pick a fight with him once more. 

"I CAN SEE YOU PIGMAN! COME OUT HERE AND GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!!!" The duck man was actually prepared this time, with enchanted netherite armor and an axe to go with it. It seemed he upped his game sense last time. 

Techno chuckled, going upstairs to grab his things real fast. There's no way someone can try and beat technoblade like that. He came back down to see Quackity opening his door. "Heh!? Why are you inside my house!?" Quackity stood there, axe gripped tightly. Techno reached the floor, grabbing his sword. "Why can't I be in your house techno? Hiding something?" 

Ah shit he's onto us

Kill him

Haha he looks funny

Techno shook his head. "Just thought you'd play fair duck man. That's what you government people love to try and do." Quackity stepped forward. "Why would I play fair with the man whos supposed to be dead? This has been a long time coming," Quackity readied his axe, "get ready blade, cause i'm finally killing you." Techno readied his sword as well. "I'd like to see you try." 

Just as they said this, someone came up from the floorboards. "*yawn* techno are you done with breakfast yet- HOLY FUCK QUACKITY!?" a tired Tommy says, holding a nearly sleeping (y/n). The two men turn to Tommy, seeing him and his child. "Oh? So this is what you were hiding. Haven't seen you sense the exile!" Quackity says, getting closer. Tommy got up from the ladder, shrinking behind technoblade, trying to protect his kid. 

"What are you doing here big q?" Tommy says, hiding his kid. “I could ask you the same thing. What's that you've got there? Technos kid or something?” 

“Well no-” “quackity leave them alone.” techno cuts off tommy, moving more so in front of him. He cant let the baby die, he knows phil would pumble him if he does. “This is between you and me quackity. Leave them alone.” quackity shook his head, pointing his axe at tommy. “Anyone alined with you is an enemy of mine. Even if he's an old friend.” quackity lunged at techno, who blocked the attack swiftly. Quackity tried to get around the man, so he could grab the child from tommys arms. (y/n) was now awake however, and they weren't very happy.

“Papa?” they ask, realizing there was an axe lunging towards them. Quackity got around the blade, and was already trying to get to them. Tommy noticed the axe coming their way, completely ready to take the hit for his kid. 

Techno blocked the attack however. “Tommy get them to safety! I can handle this.” tommy nodded, running as quackity and techno dueld. Wuackity tried to run after tommy, but techno blocked him. “Not interesting enough for you q?” he smirks, swinging his sword at the duck man. Quackity blocks, scolding. “You're really full of yourself aren't you?”

Tommy ran outside, running to the only place he knew big q wouldn't find them, (y/n)s old hut. He ran and ran for so long, it had reached past mid day when he reached the small home he had made so many months prier. He sighed, closing the door behind him. (y/n) had long since woken up, and was very agitated. They had not eaten yet and it's been hours. “Shit shit sorry (y/n).'' Tommy says, laying the child in their old bed. He looked around the old home for anything he had left behind. He found some stuff, but he still had to go out to get food. 

When he was done, he quickly fed the crying child. “I'm sorry kiddo, I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think quackity would wanna harm you. Sh shhh im sorry.” he picks up the crying child, kinda like how they first met. A crying (y/n) and a terrified tommy. 

“Pappa- '' Tommy cuts them off, shushing them. “Just rest, Just rest…” the kid nodded, calming down slightly.

The two of them stayed like that till the sun rose the next day.

The next day Tommy got a message on his communicator by techno. Apparently quackity had won the fight, having threatened to chase after them and kill them. Techno begrudgingly went to get executed a second time. Thankfully he lived however, thanks to ranboo and tubbo stopping it. The two of them were currently at the blades house. 

Tommy didnt wanna deal with seeing tubbo, but he knew he couldn't stay out here for more than an hour. He sighed. “Hey (y/n), how would you like it if you might get to meet new friends?” (y/n) looked at him, smiling. “Yeah new friends!!” he smiled, picking up the excited child. “Let's go back to uncle technos!” “uncle techy!!!” Tommy and (y/n) laughed. Tommy got ready and left for the tundra.

Hopefully tubbo wouldn't be there when he got there.

#tommyinnit x child reader #tommyinnit x reader #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #technoblade #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #x reader #child reader

[mrpenguinpants]

Childe: First Kiss HCs

I tend to make things gender neutral by not putting in pronouns and just using “you” but you can definitely read this as female^^ But I completely agree, I love this boy so much. He’s my favourite character to play (im so sorry razor) until Xiao comes out. I literally have a genshin team named “waiting for xiao” and it’s just Childe and Zhongli haha. 

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Today’s appreciation post goes to childes-starconch. Fitting that this is a Childe fic but ty for your support^^ I always notice you pop up as soon as I post a fic and I really enjoy seeing you. Hopefully you read this since tumblr won’t let me tag people, for whatever reason I don’t know anymore, but just saying hey, I see you 💕💕

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I’m just gonna piggy back off my last Childe fic. I’m sorry. 

Semi Part 1:  Fiance HCs [honestly, one of my favourites haha] 

Xiao Ver:  First Kiss HCs

Venti & Kaeya: Mistletoe HCs

Venti, Xingqiu, and Razor: Kissing HCs

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji​  @mikeysbike​ @unionwitch​ @musekala​ @twistedsunnshiii​ @stanzastic​ @akaasea​ @xoneaboveallx​ @adoring-ghost​ @asheseiler​ @childelover​@youaskedfurret​ @snowy224 

@youaskedfurret​ @diaxfeliz​ @wintergreen-aix​ @dandelily​ @thegayrubberducky​ @lovelykittycatmeow​ @yuunoagivesmelife​  @dokidokisama @simpygrimoire @minakohasmanyhusbandos​ @strwbrry-lia    @tigerpriestess 

For some reason I can’t @ certain people. I’m talking to tumblr about it. 

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Childe: First Kiss HCs

Childe was never one to shy away from affection, be it holding your hand in his or wrapping an arm around you, he was always happy to be close to you. He was always a bit territorial which lead to some embarrassing situations for you but it was from a good place in his heart. But when it came to public kisses, he preferred to keep it between you two. It felt too private of a moment that he didn’t want to broadcast to the rest of the Fatui, especially to the other Harbingers. That is to say, if he actually kissed you in the first place. For all the two braincells Childe had, one was fighting and the other was protecting his loved ones, just imagining kissing you was too much for him and he needed to go find some poor recruit and beat his inner problems out. The Fatui recruitment process would always dwindled down during his inner turmoil sessions that Scaramouche himself, had to throw his goddamn hat at Tartaglia, and yell at him to hurry up and fix his problem. It was clogging up the air. 

When he tried to think about it, it shouldn’t be this hard to simply lean in for a kiss. But it was his first and while Childe might run into whatever danger or prospect of a fight without a second thought, he didn’t want to ruin it. What if he accidently bonked his forehead with yours? He should remove his mask then right? Just in case? He’s only given forehead and cheek kisses to his younger siblings so it should be the same right? Yeah he could do this, this was just another battle for Tartaglia to conquer! 

But whenever he would see you or you would both sit and bask in each other’s presences. He couldn’t bring himself to initiate something or heck, even looking at your face made him a bit hot under the collar in sub-zero temperatures. He can almost hear Scaramouche and Signora laughing maniacally at him behind their hands. He’s the youngest of the Harbingers, he should get a “get out of jail for free” card that all youngest children have whenever they get into trouble. But in this case it’s murder. He quickly slaps his cheeks to get his mind off fighting for one second which startles you beside him. 

The first time you’ve seen Childe shy was when he first confessed to you, stuttering that he liked you and just really badly wanted to hold your hand without using the frost of Sneznaya as an excuse. You flushed pink but nodded that you returned his feeling and slipped your hand in his. Whatever shyness Childe had was quickly wiped off his face and he cheered and brought you in for an eskimo kiss. Rubbing your nose with his as he laughed in joy, the tips of his ears and cheeks still coloured pink. You always hold that memory dear to your heart because not only was it the start of your relationship, it was the first time you felt you were staring at Ajax. Not Childe. Not Tartaglia. Just Ajax. 

But now, you’re not to sure what to call this. Lately he seemed to be out of it, always staring off into space or frowning at some poor poor snowmen that did not deserve that much pressure.  Was being a harbinger starting to take it’s toll on him? Did something terrible happen to his family or was the Tsaritsa being too hard on him? You were beginning to get concerned because you’ve never seen this much mental turmoil in him. This never really happened before and he usually bounced back pretty fast. Would it be better if you left him be and he sorted it out himself? Would it be better if you asked? 

Childe is startled out of his thoughts of possible committed murder because he’s too scared to ask his own partner if kissing was something they could do, when he felt your hand slowly nudge his. No matter how many times he holds your hand, you’re always warm. It could be snow storming outside and the only heater he would need would be you. He offers a small but warm smile as he laces his fingers with yours. He remembers when you first started going out he was so scared about boundaries and what was okay. Brushing your fingers together and overall, not doing a good job at saying he wanted to hold hands that even he cringes slightly at his younger self - even though it wasn’t that long ago and he’s doing it again just with kisses - but now he borderline clings to you like some overgrown animal. Scaramouche’s words, not his. 

It’s still evening in Snezhnaya and the Tsaritsa herself seems to be taking a vacation because there’s only a light snow falling down between the two of you. You’re both sitting outside his house while his family is inside, warm and having fun playing games. He breathes in, closes his eyes, and let’s the world fade away just a second. He slowly brings his other hand to cup your cheek, his hands are always numb and the tiny pin pricks are dancing on his fingers again before they fade away too, and guides you towards him so he can place a small kiss on your fore head. Then tilts your face to the side so he can kiss your cheek. Brings his nose near yours to nuzzle against. Then hesitates when his lips hover above yours. 

“Ajax is there something bothering you?” you ask softly, you’re so close to each other that all you can see is him. The small puffs of breathe you both take bounce off each other’s face before evaporating into the air. You never really took the time to appreciate Ajax’s bright blue eyes. His pupil from this distance seems to be slitted too. 

“Hm? Ah no, of course not. Where did you get that idea?” he tries to laugh it off and tries to move back before you quickly bring your hand to the back of his head and nudge him forward so he stays in place. It wasn’t like him to run away from something, it was really starting to bother you what could get Ajax of all people to retreat from something. 

“You know if there’s anything that’s bothering you, you can talk to me right?” you asked as you brought both your hands to cup his face as you softly rubbed circles just under his ear. He closed his eyes and hmmed happily at your actions and nuzzled further into your hand before turning his head inward to kiss your palm. Before relaxing and parting his eyelids half way as he seemed to be back in concentration mode. Before awkwardly saying what was troubling him these past few days. 

“So wait, you mean to tell me that this entire time I was worried about you. How out of it you were and how many fights you’ve been getting into. Was because you wanted a kiss?” you asked dumfounded as he pouted but nodded. You sighed but bonked your foreheads together softly, “You’re such an idiot....C’mere.” 

“Wha-” 

You grab the scarf on his harbinger uniform and tug him forward as your lips slot over his. You kiss him hard and for a few seconds as Ajax just stares at you as his brain tries to catch up, before his eyes seem to dilate and he kisses you back just as hard. All his past worries are quickly thrown out the window as slowly pushes you on your back, cushioned by the soft snow, as he basks in the feeling. It’s a bit sloppy given this is both your first kisses but that’s what adds to the charm. You both have to separate at some point for oxygen but Childe looks like he’s ready to dive in again. 

“One more,” he pants as he goes in for another but you quickly place your hand in the way so he ends up kissing your palm. He whines but you chuckle at him, place a small kiss on the back of your palm of where his lips would be, and push him off you. You’re both still outside his families home and you aren’t in the mood to be caught in this kind of position. Especially not in front of his younger siblings. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and looks at you, trying to make his eyes bigger and look like a kicked puppy. You sigh as you give a small pet on his head, running your fingers through your hair. What a troublesome partner you’ve gotten. 

“Alright, one more.” 

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My entire taglist was just made for the  “Enemies” to “Lovers” post and I still haven’t started hehe. Trust me, it’s coming. I’ve got requests for it and we’re slowly getting there. The entire time I’m writing this I’m just thinking “honey..no, that’s not how this works.” God you’re so dumb. I hate you. You’re my favourite character. Pour one out for Xiao, I was going to make this a crack fic too but ended up making it somewhat serious. 

So yeah, xiao is a cat and childe is a fox. In other news, water is wet. But I did actually google fox behaviors just for this shitpost. ALRIGHT TIME TO SPIN THE WHEEL OF “WILL TUMBLR BE NICE TO ME?” OR DO I NEED TO DOUBLE REPOST AGAIN. 

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin childe #genshin impact childe #genshin childe x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #childe x reader #childe x traveler #childe x lumine #childe x aether #childe headcanons #childe imagines #childe #genshin childe headcanon #genshin tartaglia #genshin tartagalia

[fantasydaydreamers]

so i never found a post about rules for you and if i accidentally break a rule then sorry but im pulling an all nighter soon and i really need some bnha fuel, whether it be nsfw or fluff- female reader if possible, im fine with most characters but i do specifically like a few which are bakugo, kurogiri, twice, kirishima, iida, all might and aizawa so 😌 do as many as you want, please and thank you

...So you've definitely already pulled your all nighter...I'm so sorry😭

Since it is the holiday season 😌 how about some scenarios based off of Christmas songs~?

Words: 1,837

Warnings: None

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Bakugou

"If I break my leg I swear to God-" You meant to sound threatening, but the shakiness in your voice gave it away. Bakugou watches you lace up your ice skates, rolling his eyes as he held out his hand to help you up.

"You're not going to fall, dumbass. Hold on to me and you'll be fine." Confident as ever, you glanced at him as his face flushed pink even though it was freezing inside the ice skating rink.

It was almost Christmas and Bakugou took you out to do something festive. Because of his quirk, Bakugou had an internship overseas in the tropics and you came along for support, but also since Christmas was soon. It was different not seeing any snow, but Bakugou had a plan to make it seem like home.

Which is why, as soon as he dragged you here, you knew he must've known how to already ice skate and that left you to suffer. On the bright side, you could spend time with him, but the downside?

You definitely would've preferred being at the beach.

Wobbling to your feet, you hold onto Bakugou's hand for dear life as he helps you walk to the opening to the rink, smirking. "You're like a newborn fawn."

Scowling, you couldn't even bother to retort with all your attention on trying not to fall. What amazed you the most was that Bakugou had been walking backward this whole time, smoothly. Because of that, he steps onto the ice first gliding slightly.

You stop right at the edge and glance up at him in question. Rolling his eyes again, Bakugou gently tugs you forward and as soon as you step on the ice, your foot slides all the way forward and you know your about to fall on your back.

Firm hands grip you tightly as you try to steady yourself, Bakugou snorting out laughs as he glides behind you. His arms wrap around your waist and his warm breath brushes your ear making you shiver for a different reason.

"Push off with your right foot and I'll push too. Then push off with your left. Alternate your legs and I'll hold you upright."

Nodding your head, you do what he says.

"If we were at the beach right now, we wouldn't have to do this." You mumble out, getting the hang of the rhythm.

Bakugou snorts again and pulls you tighter against him. "Not bad, (Y/n). Keep it up and maybe there will be some presents under the tree this year."

"Does Santa visit penthouse suites at hotels?"

"Haha. Now you're definitely on the naughty list, dumbass."

Before you knew it, Bakugou had loosened his grip around your waist and you realized just how well you were doing. "Hey look! I'm-"

Before you could express your excitement, you felt yourself falling backward and Bakugou couldn't catch you in time as you both landed in a pile on the hardened ice.

It was quiet for a second before giggles escaped your throat as you rolled off Bakugou. Looking over at him, he was staring up at the ceiling a little dazed. Leaning over, you peck his lips gently and watch as his eyes come back into focus. He grins and props himself up on his arms, moving in to kiss you again.

"Merry Christmas, (Y/n)"

"Take me to the ice-skating rink downtown

Even though it's 100 degrees, gotta get out,

Ain't no ice or no chills, no snowmen to build, most of our friends at the beach,

But my baby's in town and we're gonna do some winter things."

→ Winter Things❄️- Ariana Grande

Iida

(Y'all pls😭 the song I chose-)

Iida fussed around the Christmas tree, trying to make it look picture perfect as you flipped through his Christmas playlist, yawning at all the repetitive songs on there.

"Really babe? I understand all these songs are classics but don't you get tired of hearing the same thing over and over again?" Furrowing your eyebrows, you exit out of his playlist and open YouTube.

"(Y/n), I could use some help over here..." Comes his strained voice making you look over. Although he ignores your comment completely, it's clear to see why. Iida had managed to tie his hands around his back, tangled in lights, with a ribbon draped over his shoulders haphazardly.

He looked all too appealing sitting all tied up with his pleading eyes asking you for help. Smirking devilishly, you type in the Christmas song you had been looking for this whole time.

Putting the phone down, you strut over to Iida with a smirk on your face and his eyes widened in disbelief. The minute you dropped your ass low to the ground, you couldn't hold in your laughter as you then crawled towards him, arching your back as you did.

With his glasses disarray and mouth open, you crawl on his lap, reaching behind him to undo the lights while still humming the words. At a loss for words, Iida is immobile as you roll your hips over his lap, purposely leaning over his shoulder to see what you're doing, pressing yourself against him.

The lights fall free from Iida's wrists, but he doesn't move as you wrap your arms around his neck, brushing your lips against his teasingly.

He gulps as the song ends, closing his mouth. Smiling innocently at him, you peck his lips whispering softly, "Merry Christmas, Iida."

Later on, after he recovered from his initial shock, he lectured you on the importance of electrical safety and how he was in a hazardous situation.

"Santa I've been naughty but I swear I can be nice,

I'll throw it back baby for a stocking full of ice,

Diamonds, Rubies, Sapphires too,

Gimme that Gucci bag and let's see what I can do."

→ MERRY LiTMAS🔥- Mahogany Lox

Aizawa

Snow fluttered beautifully outside the window you and Aizawa were looking out of. The two of you were curled up together on a lounge chair, a weighted blanket keeping the chills away as the fireplace crackled off to the side. Both of you sat in comfortable silence, occasionally drinking hot cocoa and overall enjoying the peacefulness around you two.

The lights from the Christmas tree glowed softly, being the only other light source besides the fireplace and you sighed contently, curling further into Aizawa's side. His arm under the blanket curled around your waist and held you close as a light thump made its way between your bodies on top of the blanket.

Smiling, you reach from under the blanket, cold air coating your arm as you petted Aizawa's cat. The cat being Aizawa's because it was more attached to him than anything you've ever seen. The cat purred softly and you felt Aizawa kiss your forehead.

Humming softly, you tilt your head up and catch his eyes as he was staring down at you. Smiling, you tilt your chin, silently asking for a kiss to which he responded. Aizawa pecks your lips a few times and you savor the taste of chocolate on his lips, peeking your tongue out slightly to lick them.

A low growl escapes from his lips and you smile. "Don't even think about ruining this sweet moment, kitten. We have all the time in the world to do things like that. Right now I just want you to enjoy this peacefulness with me."

Snorting a laugh, you turn away and pick the cat up to cuddle him close to your face. "Awh, did you hear that kitten? Daddy Aizawa is thinking naughty."

Aizawa's grip tightened on your waist and you hide your smile behind the cat, turning to look at him fully, the cat staring at him too before meowing loudly.

Aizawa cracks a grin and leans down to kiss the cat and you release your hold on him, watching as the cat snuggles between to two of you. Aizawa watches too and you lean over to kiss him again.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy Aizawa."

"...(Y/n)."

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,

Jack Frost nipping at your nose,

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,

And folks dressed up like Eskimos."

→ The Christmas Song🎄- Nat King Cole

All Might

It all started as a charity event.

Toshinori was offered to dress up as Santa, in his All Might form. In all honesty, you got a kick out of seeing him with a fake white beard on and glasses. The whole idea of a "buff" Santa was hot in general, but knowing it was your man, made it even hotter.

The number of kids who showed up just to see him was unbelievable and although Toshinori wouldn't be moving around much, just sitting, you worried that he wouldn't be able to hold his form for long. It wasn't hard to tell it was him and some kids had to of known it was really All Might, hell, even some of the parents came to him. It was hard not too jealous at watching the other women sit on his laps and twirl the fake beard around their fingers.

Toshinori didn't seem effected by it and you knew you could trust him. But, nonetheless, working as one of "Santa's elves," you ended up seeing everything that happened. It was an all-day job and the line of people never seemed to shrink.

It wasn't until late in the evening you finally seemed to catch your breath and Toshinori ho-ho-hoed at the last child. The person running the charity event hurried to close everything up and you heard Toshinori let out the biggest sigh. Since you were concerned all day, you ran over to him instantly. "Are you okay?"

He smiled tiredly up at you and let out another ho-ho. "Well, what a lovely young lady! What would you like for Christmas?"

Confused, you watch as Toshinori pats his lap, motioning you to sit. Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you look around and see everyone else tearing down the decoration, too engrossed in their own world. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?"

Looking back, you saw the playful glint in his eyes and sighed before reluctantly sitting on his thigh. Wrapping your arms around his neck you raise your eyebrow in question and pretend to think of what you want.

"You."

Toshinori's eyes widened and he smirked, leaning closer to you. "Have you been a good girl this year?"

"Have I?" You whisper, everything around you two fading into nothing. It was only you and Toshinori at that moment, your head being filled with naughty ideas.

"I guess we'll just have to see about that later." He murmured, kissing your lips lightly before tugging his fake beard down. "Okay, I really need to change back now."

Scrambling off him, Toshinori changes back and you help clean everything up, excited to get home.

"Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing,

A ring, I don't mean on the phone,

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight"

→ Santa Baby🎅-Eartha Kitt

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #Bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #iida x reader #iida tenya #shoto aizawa #aizawa x reader #all might #all might x reader #yagi toshinori

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. // @xviperinae

Oh boy. Buckle in hens, we’re in for a long ride. if you thought i wasn’t going to go all out you were strongly misled. under a read more bc..... there is a lot.

Jacks & Viper

⭐️ There is VERY little that Jacks wouldn’t do for Viper. It’s been so long since he’s felt any form of connection from another person that Jacks probably clings a little too tightly to that.

⭐️ Whiskey has taken on a secret meaning between them for ‘i’m sorry’. After a fight or if the other is reopening an old wound in themselves a bottle of whiskey is soon bought to the scene. It’s not that they can’t verbalise those two words to each other but they’re both stubborn and sometimes ‘i’m sorry’ is easier to hear when it’s not said out loud.

⭐️  Jacks WOULD hide a body/cover up a crime scene for Viper. But he would also probably vomit...a lot. And pass out. And honestly at some point you’ve just got to admit that whilst the THOUGHT is there practically speaking he would just be a god damn liability.

⭐️ Because of the scarring(or rather the implications of the scars) Jacks doesn’t like holding hands. That being said Viper is the one person he will reach across and give her hand a gentle squeeze sometimes. It’s never a long touch and only on the rare occasions he feels its needed but it IS there. She’s also the one person he wouldn’t flinch his own hand away from if she reached for his.

⭐️ Jacks doesn’t realise Viper’s crush on him but if he did oh hens my heart is weak because he would be so SOFT and capable of more gentleness than he knows. it would mean so much to Jacks to let Viper know that even though he can’t return her affections in that particular way he LOVES her, completely and unconditionally. man, i get real emotional over this every time we talk about it but jUST. he loves her so much ok so v much and like a lil gentle hand squeeze when he realises and a ‘i get it. it’s gonna be tough to find someone prettier than me’ but also a ‘but god, look at you, you’re beautiful and you’re gonna find someone so much better’

Estela & Viper

⭐️ Every year for Christmas Estela goes ENTIRELY over board on decorations. Everything has to match a particular colour theme and each ornament has to reflect the light in a CERTAIN way. It is a complete ordeal that extends throughout the December months. Despite this Viper is allowed ONE decoration on the holy shrine for a tree and undoubtedly it’s like a miniature Tennessee whiskey bottle or something that she just knows Estela is going to hate. And Estela just accepts it. Because. GOD. If this isn’t the woman she loves.

⭐️ One year Viper bought Alejandro a Christmas jumper. but like, a real weird knitted turtle neck type deal with snowmen and robins on it and Estela found it the most hilarious thing she’d seen all year and every year on Christmas eve they put it this solemn 100 pound Doberman.

⭐️ Following from that with other doggy head canons, Viper is the only person Alejandro relaxes around beyond Estela. It took a fair amount of time before the guard dog realised Viper was the OPPOSITE of a threat. But now on quiet evenings he’ll even rest his giant head on her lap.

⭐️ Estela feels TREMENDOUS guilt over her feelings for Viper. Knowing that her selfishness is putting Viper’s life and health in jeopardy leaves a permanently bitter taste in her mouth.

( perhaps that’s why it’s so unfair that Vipers kisses taste so sweet. )

⭐️ Estela’s love for Viper is subtle but also entirely obvious if you know where to look. It’s in the slight shifts of movements that follow Viper’s, aware of the others motions without having to look. Or the way her gaze lingers a little too long, always captivated, hooked on whatever Viper is doing.

⭐️ cliché but Estela steals Vipers clothes...... a lot.

⭐️ Viper is the only person who can make Estela blush. And this was going to be a stand alone point because let’s face it, we love to see it. But also Viper is the only person who can make Estela snort with laughter or cry in an argument or leave her jaw aching from smiling. Viper is the only person who makes Estela act human.

Mila & Viper

⭐️ Mila finds herself drawn towards Viper’s aura whilst also being disconcerted by it. She finds it entirely difficult to get an accurate read on just who Viper is from energy alone. At some point I feel as though Mila would abandon her ‘sight’ and trust Viper for how she presents herself. Although the collateral fall out from that if Mila ever did discover Viper’s occupation would be... uh oh.

⭐️ Still kind of relating onto that point !! (my bad. it’s just a v interesting dynamic ok !!) Mila is very black and white on morality. She would/will/does trust Viper implicitly and entirely naively as an older sister figure in her life and someone she could admire and depend upon. And that black and white stance would be entirely challenged and crumbled upon realising that whilst she is safe with Viper that doesn’t mean everyone else is safe around Viper either.

⭐️ I like to think that maybe Mila’s seen little flashes of Viper in the corner of some of her visions. A strand of hair or a familiar gait. Little flickers that wouldn’t quite add up unless she knew that Viper had been at the heart of some of those deaths.

⭐️ Softer head canon to end on but Mila defo still has that umbrella. It’s one of her favourites now. Nobody tell her where Viper got it from, I mean it - NO one.

Lex & Martin

⭐️ Yeets these two in here because i am weak. but martin got to meet lex in such a rarely vulnerable state that already there is a very fragile flammable bridge of trust between them. Martin got to see lex as an actual KID. A scared little boy that wanted his mum or his dad or anyone at all. and don’t get me wrong, a huge amount of trust comes from the fact that Martin is (beautiful n lovely n too pure) gentle and just happens to be there at the right time but ALSO he sounds like the kid’s home and he sounds like safety n im gonna cry now ty

⭐️ Lex lashes out A LOT at martin before he really gets to know him. his dad always taught him that doctors were bad news and he feels exposed that the first time they met he was so vulnerable.  but martin just?? responds with honesty and gentleness always and lex ??? needs that. and in a matter of months the kid looks up to him and wants to be more like him. 

⭐️ lex absolutely wouldn't know how to express love especially when it borders on parental so he just leaves the weirdest gifts for martin. the WEIRDEST. a tube of fruit pastels. a dying house plant. a funky looking bone that he found the other day. the gifts make little to no sense but the fundamental binding feature is that NONE are stolen. he saves up scraps and pennies to make martin proud rather than steal something on the side. 

⭐️ i know we talked about this over discord but my fave unofficial headcanon is that if/when lex ever finds out that Martin isn’t technically Scottish his brain would just ??? implode. the singular brain cell would just ... frazzle. would pretend to understand but the inside of his brain would just be (  X  )

#;;xviperinae #praying that this readmore works bc i will weep if it hasnt #ok but it is shocking and tragic bc i couldve kept going. c'mon jamie u gotta find your chill here #(Jacks&Viper;; Im fine being a person because I got to meet you.) #(Estela&Viper;; So tell me why my Gods look like you.) #;;lex;headcanons #;;mila;headcanons #;;estela;headcanons #;;jacks;headcanons

[horansqueen]

BabyGirl 12.0

NOTES:

♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts okay more like 15 parts? lol ♥ 3.4k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ still sort of fluffy lmao i hope it’s not too bad? Half the next chapter will be about their couple too. gotta mend things dont you think? Only 3 chapters left of this omg it went by so fast i swear! ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.

♥ PART 1  // PART 2 // PART 3  // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7 // PART 8 // PART 9 // PART 10 // PART 11

                         12.0 UNEXPECTED KISSES & LOVE SONGS

HIM

When my cellphone rang on the next morning, I groaned, mad at myself for not turning the sound off. I searched for it on my bedside table without much success and finally opened my eyes even if it was the thing I wanted the least in the world at that moment. I sighed and found my pants on the floor, searching for my pockets and grabbing my phone before answering it with an other sigh.

"Morning mate!"

Louis' cheerful voice made me frown and groan low in the phone and my nose raised up. I didn't know what time it was but the sun was peeking through the curtains hanging over my window. I sighed again and licked my lips.

"What do you want, Tommo?"

He laughed, probably hearing the annoyance in my voice, and I lied back down in bed, feeling my girlfriend move closer immediately and cuddling my side. It toned down my irritation quickly and I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed again.

"I tried calling your girl but she probably muted her phone." he explained. "She always does that, it's so annoying."

I could almost hear him frown in the phone and it made me smile as i kept my eyes closed. I didn't even budge when he called her 'my girl' and to be honest, even if we hadn't told Louis we were together now, I knew he could sense it. It was useless to hide it from him or pretend she was not laying right next to me.

"Just a sec." I let out with a low whimper, forcing my eyes to flutter open and turn to my girlfriend, half-asleep next to me. "Babe," I whispered. "Louis wants to talk to you."

With a moan of protest, she moved her arm up and I chuckled, placing the phone in her hand and waiting until her fingers gripped it to let it go. I brought my hand to her side and let my fingertips brush gently on her skin, making goosebumps appear. If I wanted to be honest, I would love to wake up next to her naked body every single morning for the rest of my life.

"Mm, hello?"

After a few seconds, her eyes opened slowly and she moved the phone to free her mouth, letting her lips run on my jaw and down my neck.

"Yes, Lou, that would still be very amazing of you." she let out before chuckling. "Maybe, yes. Okay, we'll be ready. Yea, at Niall's. Bye."

Without hanging up, she put the phone away on the bed and wrapped her now free arm around me as one of her legs moved over mine. Her dry lips pressed against mine and it made me smile. She hid her face in my neck and I enjoyed the feeling of her nose rubbing against my skin.

"Louis is picking up Chelsea in about an hour." she mumbled, making me frown. "I forgot, but he did tell me a few weeks ago that he wanted to spend a day with her and Freddie, probably ice skating, building snowmen and sledding at the park."

I was torn between being happy that I could spend a whole day relaxing with my girlfriend, and the fact that my best friend was going to spend the day with my daughter. I was trying to remember that Chelsea was my kid and that soon enough, she'll find out and that I'll be able to spend most of my days with her, but I couldn't help the jealousy spreading inside of me. Louis had the chance to be a part of my daughter's life since she was born and I didn't. No matter how juvenile it sounded, it was fucking unfair.

"We could have gone with them." I proposed in a whisper as she whimpered and pushed herself closer to me.

"Louis takes the kids once a month and I do the same. We trade, so we both have a day off."

I rolled my eyes with a grin and shook my head slightly, amused.

"Louis doesn't even have his son every day." I pointed out, now completely awake.

"I know." she agreed without an explanation. "We should use today to relax. Stay in bed naked, watch tv, listen to music, anything we can do from this bed."

I laughed and pushed her on her back, making her groan again, but it's only when I moved on top of her that her eyes opened. My lips curled into a smirk as she looked at me through her eyelashes, sending me a soft smile.

"Like, sex?" I let out with a laugh, pressing my whole body down on hers and making her laugh.

"Mmhm, like sex." she repeated, bringing her hands to my hair and slipping her fingers in it.

I bent closer, my lips pressing on the corner of hers, making sure we don't kiss too deeply because of morning breath, and I finally let my mouth travel down her neck. She whimpered and it did something to me, something I couldn't explain. Her fingertips brushed down my back until the small of it and it made me press myself against her harder.

"You're turning me on." she admitted, her hand finally reaching my ass and bringing a bigger smile on my lips. "You always do."

"I want you again." I just added, feeling myself getting more excited as her hands traveled on me. "Last night was amazing."

"It was g-"

We both jumped when we heard Chelsea from the hall, most likely running around. It sounded like a herd of elephants was speeding in our direction and it made my heart skip a beat at the thought of being caught.

"Fuck." I cursed in a whisper, getting off of my girlfriend and grabbing the sheets to spread them over us just in time to see the door open wide.

It almost knocked on the wall and we both watched Chelsea  dance quickly our way, letting her upper body fall in the side of the bed. As if it was nothing, my girlfriend sat up, her body still covered with the sheets I just shielded her with.

"How did you sleep?"

"Good! When is uncle Louis coming?"

My eyebrows raised up in surprise. It was a miracle she remembered since even her mother forgot about it but she just kept talking.

"Because I'm supposed to see Freddie today! Did he say what we were gonna do? Did he say what time he was gonna pick me up? Where are we going? Will aunt Eleanor be there?"

Her mother chuckled and shook her head, placing a lock of Chelsea's messy hair behind her ear before letting her fingers brush on her cheek.

"He'll be there soon enough." she just answered, ignoring the other questions asked. "Why don't we prepare breakfast?"

Chelsea's smile fell and her facial expression turned into a guilty one. I was about to ask her about it but my girlfriend was quicker.

"Love, what did you do?"

It took a few seconds to get her answer. Her eyes kept moving from her mother to me and back to her mother until she let out a very short groan.

"You were sleeping and i was hungry and I saw cereals and I was very very hungry."

I held a laugh at the fact that she mentioned twice how hungry she was and licked my lips, clearing my throat.

"Did you make a mess, Chels?"

Her nose raised up and I immediately shut my eyes tight. I hated messes but I knew I had to get used to it somehow.  I didn't know everything it implied to have a kid but I knew it wouldn't be easy. That being said, when I opened my eyes again and met Chelsea's adorable puppy eyes, I felt my heart melt. I wouldn't want it any other way.

"Give us a few minutes sweetheart, will you?" I asked gently. "We'll meet you in the kitchen."

"Where you're gonna help us clean your mess, okay?"

I turned slightly to look at my girlfriend and my lips curled in a soft way. I loved the way she was raising our daughter. I loved how she treated her like the kid she was but was also not scared to give her responsibilities. I loved how sweet yet firm she was and how much love she gave at all times. This is what I wanted to be for Chelsea, a loving and understanding father who would give her good values and make her aware that she could be anyone and do anything. I just wanted her to know how special she was.

Chelsea grimaced but nodded and turned around to go back to the hall. My girlfriend got up quickly to close the door behind her and walked back to me. I stared at her naked form with a low moan and when she straddled me, my arms quickly wrapped around her waist.

"That's what you meant by 'getting caught' yesterday?" I asked with a chuckle. "That was close."

"Could have been worse." she pointed out with a smirk. "We could have been right in the middle of it."

She bent down again and kissed my jaw before getting off me slowly. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back close to me.

"We were about to do something remember?"

She laughed and grabbed my shirt that was laying on the floor before putting it on.

"Nooo, don't get dressed!" I added with a dash of despair in my voice.

She sent me a smile and I stared at her as she found her panties and put them back on too while I remained naked in bed.

"Put some clothes on." she just answered. "We'll prepare Chelsea for her day with Louis, okay? One hour tops, and then i'm all yours."

I groaned but she kissed my forehead and left the room. When she was out of sight, I sighed low and forced myself to get up and put a shirt and sweatpants on. I made a short stop to the bathroom and when I joined them in the kitchen, I noticed my girlfriend on all four, cleaning the milk-covered floor. I would normally wince at the mess but the sight was too good.

"That's exactly what I imagined except in the bedroom."

She looked up at me and her facial expression made me burst into laughter.

"Funny, Horan." she expressed, making me grimace at the nickname. "Could you go grab the bags from yesterday? We can use some of Chelsea's new clothes for today, since we don't have time to go back home for some clean ones."

I nodded quickly and turned around, walking to the living room to grab the bags as I heard the rest of their conversation.

"Yes! I want to wear that dress uncle Niall bought for me!"

Her enthusiasm made me chuckle and I shook my head slightly.

"Not a dress today, darling." my girlfriend argued. "It'll be better with warm pants, you'll probably spend all day outside."

"Really?"

This time, I laughed at how excited she seemed and I walked back with the bags, leaning against the door frame to look at the two persons I loved the most in the entire universe. Looking at them brought something intense inside me and I realized suddenly that it was happiness. I was happier than I had been in so long and for once in my life, it felt like everything was falling into place. It felt like everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.

HER

When the doorbell rang, I forgot I was still half naked and swung the door open. My eyes met Louis', who was carrying Freddie in his arms, and I held my breath when his eyes dropped down. I waited until he looked back up in my eyes with a smirk to take a step back.

"Hot damn, what is happening here?"

"Get in, Louis, it's cold outside." I let out, moving my head a few times.

"That's because you're almost naked, love." he joked, stepping in and closing the door behind him. "Where's my favorite princess?"

Chelsea suddenly appeared, followed by Niall who had already put her coat, scarf and beanie on. She rushed to put her boots on too and when Louis asked her if she was ready to go, she turned to me, and then put her attention back on Niall, taking a few steps inside and wrapping her arms around him. I held my breath, knowing I should say something about her walking inside with her dirty boots but Niall crouched down and hugged her without making any comment.

"I hope you have an amazing day, Chels." he just said, kissing her cheek lightly.

It took him by surprised when she pecked his lips and I smiled more as I hugged her tight. When the door finally closed behind them, I walked to the kitchen and came back with paper towels to wipe the wet spots on the floor.

"She's just really affectionate." I pointed out, bringing my hand to Niall's jaw when he turned to me, his hands in his pockets.

"No, it's okay, I just didn't expect it."

I chuckled and got on my tiptoe, kissing his lips softly.

"Did you expect that?" I asked with a smirk.

He laughed and his arms slithered around my waist, making me twirl slightly before making me walk backwards until his room. I let out a short scream, followed by a chuckle when he pushed me on the bed. I lied down on my back and he joined me, laying next to me, on his side, maintaining his head with his hand.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked in a low tone. "You pick."

I turned my head to look at him and licked my lips. I enjoyed the proximity of our bodies and that's what I wanted all day.

"I want to hear your album."

His smile fell slightly and his eyebrows raised up in surprise. I stayed motionless, waiting for what he was going to say, and I just hoped it wouldn't hurt him to find out that I hadn't listened to it yet.

"Okay, I mean, why not."

We stared at each other and I licked my lips as my heart throbbed all over my body. I had wanted to listen to it a million times, at least, but every time, I ended up thinking that it would probably make me cry and bring a bunch of questions inside my head... questions i'd never get answers for.

He extended his arm to reach for his phone on the bed, exactly where I left it, and I stared at he opened spotify. I tried to take a glimpse at his playlist but he quickly clicked on the 'search' button before chuckling as he typed his own name. I held my breath when I saw his face on the cover of the album like I had done every single time I had seen it. His eyes were so blue it made my heart jump in my chest.

He pushed on the random option and I heard music come out of the speakers of the tv. I tried to listen to all the lyrics and I closed my eyes, holding my hands on my stomach. After the first song was over, I felt his fingers slip on one of my hands and opened my eyes, turning my face to look at him again. I swallowed as my whole body was on fire.

"I'm sorry. I just need to ask you." I let out in a whisper before inhaling deeply and frowning slightly. "Is one of the songs... about me?"

I felt extremely stupid and conceited for asking but I had to know. I was aware that Niall had had other girlfriends, other love stories, other heartbreaks, but a part of me knew that if I had listened to his album before seeing him again, I would have wondered if he had ever written about me. I felt so ridiculous I almost expected him to laugh at me but he didn't. He simply grabbed his phone again and clicked on a specific song. The music started and my heart jumped again, bringing inside me a nauseous sensation but I realized it was just a mix of stress and fear.

I wanted to close my eyes to really feel everything but instead, I kept my gaze dived into his as we stared at each other. I focused on the lyrics and felt myself tear up at some of the words.

'Why's it only you i'm thinking of?'

'And tell me there are things that you regret, 'cuz if i'm being honest I ain't over you yet'

'I forget you're not here when I close my eyes, do you still think of me sometimes?'

I felt myself tear up because I remembered going through these exact emotions and it took me so long to stop crying at night, to stop feeling lonely, to stop feeling empty. It took me so long to be myself again, and somehow I was not even sure I was completely myself again. At least, until now.

'Don't it feel fucked up we're not in love?'

Hearing these words brought a rush to my brain and quickly, I moved my hand behind his head to bring him closer to me. His lips crushed against mine but he quickly brought his hand on my waist, turning me his way and pulling me closer. I could feel all my emotions and thoughts mixing up inside me as he deepened the kiss. His hand slipped under my shirt and he pressed his warm palm on my back as I tugged at his hair softly. The song ended and our kiss broke at the exact same time. I stayed close, my lips still touching lightly his, but I opened my eyes and he did the same.

"It's a beautiful song." I admitted very low. "If it matters, I felt the same way. Breaking up with you fucked me up in ways I can't explain."

He backed away slightly and his eyes roamed quickly on my face. He looked amazing with his parted wet lips, his messy hair and his glossy eyes, and I suddenly felt extremely lucky to be there with him. Things could have turned out bad but I was laying down with him, a ring on my finger, and I just realized that the way he loves me is most likely as deep, real and strong as the way I love him.

"I wrote many songs about you."

His hand reached for my cheek and his fingertips brushed slowly on my skin. I wished I was in his head to find out exactly what he was thinking about but I just swallowed hard, scared I was going to cry again.

"And I will write many, many, many more songs about you." he added, a soft smile drawing itself on his lips. "And about Chelsea."

I smiled back at him and rubbed my nose gently against his.

"I can't wait to hear them."

He waited a few seconds and then brought up his phone again, hitting 'play' on the next song before bringing his attention back on me. Music filled the room again and I chuckled low.

"Is that a sex song?"

"Jesus christ, woman, don't you ever listen to the radio?"

I burst into laughter, throwing my head back slightly before shaking it.

"No! Only spotify!"

He laughed again and this time, he rolled on top of me. I spread my legs slightly to give him space and looked up at him, my eyebrows raised.

"What are you doing?" I asked innocently, sending him a smirk.

"I've always wanted to have sex on this song." he joked. "Besides, I started something I couldn't finish this morning."

"Having sex on your own song?" I laughed some more. "Does the sound of your own voice turn you on, Nee?"

He brought his face closer, pressing his smile against mine. and sliding his hand on my arm until he could intertwine my fingers with his.

"No, but you do."

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[turtle-steverogers]

Snow Day

skeet skeet on the yeet Emelia and Andrew are back i love these kids

warnings: none

ship: ralbert

editing: no its kinda eh

Race and Albert laid tangled together under their warm blankets, watching quietly as snow fell in sheets outside the window.  It was 9 am on a Tuesday, really they should be up by now, doing something productive.  But Andrew and Emelia had the day off of school and Race wasn’t needed for work due to the weather, so they couldn’t seem to find the motivation to get up.  

Albert tucked his chin further into Race’s neck, humming softly, “It’s really coming down out there,” He mumbled.

Race shifted so that Albert was laying across his chest instead and sighed, “Yeah, s’gonna be fun to shovel up.”

“Aye, we’ll make a game of it,” Albert said, lightly, “Have the kids help us.  They’re six, that’s old enough to impart child labor onto, right?”

Race laughed, “Oh, for sure,” he paused when the sound of footsteps rumbled outside their door, “Speak of the devils.”

Their bedroom door burst open and Andrew and Emelia ran in, bounding onto the bed, “It’s snoooowing!” Both children shouted, jumping up and down and effectively breaking Albert and Race apart.

“It sure is, kiddos,” Race said, sitting up and reaching out to pull Emelia onto the bed in between him and Albert.  

Albert snatched Andrew out of the air, mid-jump, and placed him on his lap, “You excited to have the day off?”

Andrew and Emelia nodded vigorously, grinning widely, revealing matching missing teeth.

“Can we build snowmen and drink hot cocoa and oh! Ride our sleds?” Emelia asked, enthusiastically.

“Absolutely, bug,” Race said, brushing some of her tangled hair out of her eyes, “But first, you two have to help Daddy and I shovel.”

Emelia and Andrew pouted, but surprisingly didn’t argue, “Okay, Papa,” Andrew said, crawling off of Albert’s lap and sitting cross legged next to Emelia, “But can you make pancakes for breakfast?”

Race and Albert exchanged glances, making a silent agreement.  Albert smiled, already swinging his legs out of bed, “I think that can be arranged.  Go with Daddy to get into your snow clothes first, though.”

Thirty minutes later, all four of them were fed and geared up, trudging out of the garage with shovels in hand.  Emelia and Andrew were each holding colorful sand shovels they had bought the Summer previous when they went to the beach, and although they weren’t the most sufficient for shoveling snow, they worked.  Albert and Race were planning on doing the brunt of the work, anyway.

“Andrew, you go start helping Papa at the end of the driveway, me and Em will work up here,” Albert said, already beginning to shovel snow off the pavement.  Andrew nodded, hoisting his shovel over his shoulder to mirror Race.  Race smirked at his son and the two of them trotted to the end of the driveway and began shoveling.

Twenty minutes passed with no noise other than the sound of shovels scraping ice.  Race reached up to wipe some cold sweat off his forehead, feeling slightly spent.  He always forgot how much work shoveling snow was.  He stood up straighter, feeling his back crack from being slouched over so long, and watched as Andrew diligently shoveled small amounts of snow onto the grass.  

“You’re being a trouper, bud,” He praised, earning a smile from Andrew.

“I know!  I’m doing good, just like you,” Andrew piped back and Race grinned fondly at him.

“You sure are, dude, almost earned your hot-” He was cut off by snow hitting him in the back of the neck.  He resisted the urge to curse as he stumbled forward from the impact and whipped around to see Albert, holding another snowball.  He looked entirely too proud of himself and Emelia was doubled over giggling next to him.

“Oh, you are in for it,” Race warned him, reached down to pick up a handful of snow.  He balled it up haphazardly and chucked it, hard, at Albert, who dodged it easily.

“That the best you got?” He challenged.

Race glared at him, “Andrew,” he said, not breaking eye contact with his husband, who was resisting the urge to laugh.

“What?” Andrew asked, looking between him and Albert innocently.

“Give me your shovel,” Andrew held the bright orange shovel out for him, which Race took wordlessly.  He bent down, making a show of picking up a large amount of snow.

Albert furrowed his eyebrows, watching in confusion as Race strolled closer to him.  His eyes widened as Race lifted the shovel behind him and he only had a moment to shield his head as Race launched the snow at him.  

Albert staggered backwards, shaking snow furiously out of his hair.  He lost balance, falling unceremoniously into the snow and Race laughed, Emelia and Andrew joining in.

“Daddy,” Emelia shrieked, “Papa got you good!”

“Mhmm, but now Papa’s in trouble,” Albert said, pushing himself onto his knees and lunging forward at Race, tackling him down into the snow.  Race let out a shout of surprise and he reached out blindly to grab a small handful of snow, shoving it into Albert’s eyes.

Albert wiped the snow away hastily and scrambled off of Race, picking up Emelia and running behind one of the snow mounds they had made, yelling, “Snowball fight!”

Race grabbed Andrew, pulling him behind one of their mounds.  They quickly produced a small pile of snowballs and ran out, making a beeline toward where Albert and Emelia were sheltered.

The four of them launched snowballs at the other team, until Andrew shouted, “Every man for himself!”

Snow was flying everywhere, dissolving into powder and seeping through jackets.  They all fought until they were panting and laughing on the ground.  

“Snow angels!” Emelia exclaimed, waving her arms and legs to create a lopsided angel.  She stood to look at her work, “Look Daddy, Papa, look!”

Race and Albert lifted their heads from their places in the snow, “Looks awesome, darling.” Albert complimented.

“Papa,” Andrew whined, laying himself dramatically across Race’s stomach, “I’m cold!”

“Alright, man, let’s get you in,” Race said, wrapping his arms around his son and standing up, tossing Andrew over his shoulder.  

Andrew laughed flailing his arms about wildly, “Daddy,” he yelped, reaching out for Albert, “Save me!”

“I gotcha, slugger,” Albert said, plucking him off of Race’s shoulder and propping him on his hip.

Emelia ran over to Race, raising her arms in question.  Race picked her up, “Ready for hot cocoa, love?”

“Yeah!” She twisted around to look at her twin, “Andrew it’s hot cocoa time!”

Andrew cheered, as Albert put him down on the welcome mat inside the house.

“Papa’s gonna help you guys outta your wet clothes and into some cozy ones, while I make the hot cocoa, okay?”

“Okay!”

Race assisted the two of them in changing back into their pajamas, then sent them up to Albert while he threw their snow clothes into the dryer so that they could be used again later.  When he got to the living room, he discovered Albert, Andrew, and Emelia already cuddled on the couch, sipping from mugs while they watched the beginning of The Polar Express.  There was a mug waiting for him on the coffee table and he picked it up, settling next to Albert on the cushions.  

He tucked his legs under him, sipping his hot cocoa as he nestled into Albert’s side, “Thanks for the cocoa, babe.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh, and by the way,” Race whispered so Andrew and Emelia couldn’t hear, “I totally won that snowball fight.”

Albert let out an offended squawk, “You did not!”

“I did, too.”

-

they’re still literal children i stg

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[incorrect-ego-quotes]

It's December 1st. Whose screaming Christmas carols, whose baking Christmas treats, whose decorating, who doesn't care, whose putting up mistletoe everywhere, whose shopping for presents every second, who forgot presents, who purposely didn't get presents and whose constantly asking for a puppy? (Sorry this so long, I just kept getting ideas!)

IM SORRY THIS IS DAYS LATE BUT I L O V E CHRISTMAS I HAVE TO DO THIS ONE. ALSO FORGIVE ME THIS IS /LONG AS FUCK/--the ipliersthe jim twins are as excited as, well, a kid on christmas morning. wearing santa hats, candy canes in their mouths, they even decorated their mic in red and green ribbon. the two practically shrieking out christmas songs -- much to everyone's annoyance "CHESTNUTS ROASTING ON AN OPEN FIRE--""jesus christ," dark snaps, "can you two knock it off?! it's only the first--""WOULD YOU LIKE A MORE MODERN SONG OF JOY." jim twin #1 asks, holding up a worn book of christmas carols -- the same one they've had since they were 4. passed on from dear old Mother Jim."no! this season is so grossly happy and joyful -- leave me to work--""I, DONT WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS." jim twin #2 starts off as dark covers his ears. why did they have to be the loudest egos? why cant they see how shitty of a holiday christmas is?!"THERE IS JUST ONE THING I NEED, DONT CARE ABOUT--"dark gets an idea and smirks. knowing one way he can get them to leave him alone. "santa isn't real."the two twins share an offended and angry look, mouths open, did he just?!"christmas was a pagan festival of gifts before being appropriated by romans based on the Odin myth."the jim twins cringe, holding their dear caroling book closer -- he...he has to be lying!"who is the god of war and death."the jim twins turn away offended as all hell. jim twin #1 throwing a candy cane in dark's face and hissing. "SHUN THE NONBELIEVER, JIM.""SHUN."they then run off to go do whatever christmas activity next -- dark hoping they won't take this caroling /publicly/.******ed edgar and silver shepherd are cooking in the kitchen. ed is a surprisingly good cook -- especially around the holidays. just ask anyone who's been to his thanksgiving or christmas dinners. silver only tagged along because he was tired of dark being a joy sucker out of the season."now," ed chuckles, "we're gon' need about a store's worth of flour.""...what?! wh--ed, why do we need a store's worth.""uh, /excuse you, youngin'/," ed points at his pink and white apron. almost annoyed, "this apron calls me chef in charge 'round here. you follow, don't question.""ed. first of all, that's wilford's apron. second of all, we probably only need one bag at most for gingerbread cookies. why would we need a--""listen. i'm only making one gingerbread man fo' everybody 'round here -- i take home the rest.""how...much exactly is the rest?""350."silver shepherd sighs, taking off his mask and gloves. ed still smiling away as if his idea was normal. well, no arguing with a stubborn man like ed. he grabs his car keys from the table as ed follows him, "your limit is 50 dollars for the ingredients." he mumbles. "i knew you'd come 'round!" ed wraps an arm around silver, "we're gon' have so much fun with these lil old cookies! i even have a homemade sugar icing recipe! i'll even make a lil cape fo' yours!" he silently doubted it but hey, its a hell of a lot better than spending his free time with an angry and annoyed dark. ******bim tugged the host along, holding onto the sleeve of his trenchcoat gently as he lead him into the meeting room. the tall green christmas tree standing proudly in the corner. decorations of red and green and gold littered the meeting room's table. the smell of pine hits the host before anything -- taking him back to his own cabin in the woods long ago. the trees covering him away from the world as he...the host shook his head. he hated those memories. he hated those dark times. he hated it all."wilford put us in charge of the tree this year," bim smiled to himself, "i know its a challenge with erm...""i'm blind?""yeah, that." bim sighs, grabbing the box of lights and unrolling them gently, handing the ball to the host, who held it with a strange look on his face."w-what's poking me?""lights, silly!" bim giggles. the sound making the host blush and laugh along. any time bim was happy, he was happy. "now, i'm gonna loop around the tree. you just follow along, yeah? tell me if ya get dizzy and we can slow down.""the host nods, holding the bundle of lights close to his chest. ready for the decorations -- reminding him of his most favorite time of year."bim shakes his head and laughs, "you can't ever turn that off, can you?""the host cannot."the two start off steady and slow. the host following bim's footsteps. he could hear the jim twins playing 'i'll be home for christmas' in the next room over -- their office space. "those two can never get tired of christmas, i swear.""the host reminds bim that it's worse for him since his own office is right next door to the twins."bim giggles, "well, hope ya like christmas as much as them." it's when bim giggles does the host wish he had his sight back. what'd he give to see his smile (although, according to dark, it looks like his -- he doubt it. bim was handsome, charming, while his smile held back pain he swallowed down.)in those small moments of thinking and wishing, the host stays in place. the lights tangling as bim gets wrapped up with the host, groaning as the tree falls gently against them. the two tied chest to chest, bim's hands resting on the host's hips. "um..." bim laughs nervously, blushing away, "hostie, bud, we're tangled.""i...is that you against me?""yeah...i'll -- i'll get us out!!"the music drowns out bim's struggles as he pulls at the lights. the host's thoughts screaming at him -- tell him!! now's your chance!! confess!!"i love...i love--""hmm?" bim perks up, "sorry, wasn't listening, what do you love?""t...this song!! i, i love it, it's my favorite christmas song."he stops and hears bim laugh again, humming along, "its a good song."the host goes along with the lie, singing along as bim rests his head on the host's shoulder to get around to the lights behind him. "if only in my dreams."yeah, only in his dreams -- bim had matthias, what did he have? nothing but his dreams of what could be with the two of them. at least, for a moment, he had the courage to change that. maybe that's what he'll ask for this year; courage. ******dark crossed his arms and continued to work in his office. he could smell cookies baking, he could hear christmas songs being sung, and he could see holly being hung in the halls. how stupid -- the other egos should be /working!/ do they think they can take over mark's channel with all this fooling around?! he slams the laptop he'd been using shut and stares out his window. even the fuckin' /city/ was covered in red and green, fake reindeer and sleighs all around, snowmen (who bought fake snow to LA?!) waving in the cold breeze. he face palms himself. a headache coming on. he hated winter, he hated christmas, he hated everything about the holidays.it...brought back memories he didn't want to dwell on. memories of christmas morning...in a mansion of some sort. fuzzy memories of a woman, a man, and that damned mark -- all enjoying...hot chocolate with marshmallows. opening gifts like.../a family/."heeeeey darkidoo," wilford bursts into his office. the jim twins still throwing (sharpened to a point) candy canes at dark's door. "what do you want, wil?""geez," he shuts the door, dark's back turned towards him, "what's up with the jims? ya do something?""other than not engaging them in their childish behavior -- not, i did nothing." he sighs, "did you finish the weekly schedule for this month's programming on Markiplier TV?""gimmie another day--""damnit, wil! stop -- just stop! stop with this foolish nonsense, this holly jolly bullshit! i hate this season and i hate the way it makes everyone--" he stops as he hears wilford set down something on his desk and wrap an arm behind him. hugging him. "dark," he sighs, "just...take it easy, okay? it's december -- at least be happy the year's almost over, and be happy you still got us. hell, be happy some egos are working like doc and google." he smiles, "just...be happy we're all still here to celebrate the season. and nobody's gone."there's silence as dark hangs his head low. "i'll leave you alone for a while. i gotta confiscate the candy canes from the jims. i'll see you at home, dark."he squeezes around dark once more and moves to leave, stopping before he opens the door, "oh! i...i found that while looking for the christmas tree in the storage back home. i...i have a feeling it's yours. broke it in for ya!" he laughs as he leaves. dark turns around to see a black mug with a cursive 'D' on it. an intense emotion of...nostalgia rushing over him despite not remembering the mug. he stares out the window again as he holds the hot mug to him. he looks down to see hot chocolate and marshmallows. he smiles and sips the hot drink. this season isn't so bad after all with people like wilford in his life.--the septiceyesthis...was going to be the best surprise, marvin thought to himself. thanks to a new trick he'd learned -- he successfully figured out how to move the mistletoe to wherever he wanted, as if he had hung them everywhere. he was sure it'd be a laugh to see everyone's reactions. making anti kiss the pizza delivery guy, making dr. schneeplestein kiss whatever old patient he was seeing, maybe making robbie kiss his reflection. it'd be hilarious nonetheless. marvin, the marvelous magician, shall wow and dazzle his fellow egos!!he hid behind the couch in the lobby of their headquarters, where they hold their meetings, and waited.and waitedand waited/and waited/.growing tired as nobody walked by, had they found out about his plan? did nobody just need to come this way?he saw jackieboy man walk by and perked up, using his wand to move the mistletoe closer under him, rushing out the door to call him back as he left."j-jackie!! hey...oh shit," he looked up as he noticed he was directly under the mistletoe.jackieboy raised an eyebrow before looking up. "aha, you want to meet me here?" he smirks, catching marvin's chin in his fingers, flipping down his mask and red hoodie, soft green hair cascading down his face. a blush crossing marvin's cheek."just us two? alone here, the christmas decorations and lights lighting up your face so softly...""um, i mean--""here? under..." jackieboy looks up. suggestive. marvin not knowing if it was humanly possible to blush anymore."jackie...""THE MISTLEFOE?!""wha--" he ducked as jackieboy tackled him, wrestling him to the floor as chase and anti walked by. anti shouting as chase winced."get the magic nerd!! get the magic nerd!!" anti shouts"THE HELL IS A MISTLEFOE?!" marvin yells as he taps out with his wand from jackieboy man's headlock. ripping away his cat mask."pssh, the mistlefoe!! put two people under that," jackieboy points to the mistletoe, "and have 'em duke it out, fight and stuff. you dont know about the best winter tradition?""erm...its actually meant for the two to--" chase is cut off as marvin uses his wand to seal his lips shut, chase giving him the middle finger and pointing to his lips.marvin used his magic to burn the magic mistletoe attached to the doorframe. cringing as jackieboy man helped him up. helping him walk to dr. schneep's office"better luck next year, magic boy!!""....i hate working here," marvin coughs as he waits for the doctor. this, was going to be a very long winter. ******the doctor clocks out early, waving goodbye to the other egos....at 10 am, after working for 45 minutes."dude, ya can't just up and leave!! we need help with decorating!! and baking the cookies!!" jackieman boy yells as chase nearly stumbles carrying in the tree. "i must!!" the doctor yells, "chase, you are in charge until i get back at...well, just know you're all working late tonight!"chase gives a thumbs up, pointing at anti as he walks by, already directing them all.the drive to the mall isn't too long, he runs towards the opening, still in his doctor uniform. this time of year was perfect for his giving heart. already having a mile long list of gift ideas for every one of the egos in his pocket, his credit card with his savings from all his paychecks since last year loaded onto it -- no price limit for anyone!! and he finally healed from his injuries after black friday and cyber monday!! (hey, those internet shoppers are no joke)he practically skips into the mall with glee at the decorations. giant christmas gift boxes, fake snow, even a 'winter wonderland' with a fake santa -- wait...was that his patient bobby dressed up? bobby with the bad smoking habit?"i hope he cleaned up for the kiddies," schneep says to himself as he rushes into the first store -- a new camera for chase on the top of his list!!he gets everyone everything -- new knife collection for anti!! a new tux for marvin!! every single marvel movie for jackieboy man!! stuffed animals and candy for robbie!! a top hat for dapper jack!!and that's just for the first day of december, he plans to do this all until christmas eve, already having different wrapping for each ego's gift. until he sees it. his own personal wish. the 35 book set of medical mysteries -- all in order, and all for him.until another hand touches the set too. dr. iplier staring at him from the other side of the shelf. downright glaring. "henrik.""edward."the two stare back in spite -- no, schneep /needed this/. he worked too damn long this year to be bested by some quack doctor ego."aha," schneep laughs, obviously fake, "what are you doing here?""shopping for christmas. i was just looking at this book set i wanted for myself."fuck. schneep tugs on the set. dr. iplier's hand not going away. "oh, really?" he smiles coldly, "so. was. i."dr. iplier tugs, schneep tugs, the two turning into a tug of war before schneep pulls him against the wooden shelf in the bookstore, yelling as they fight it out. the early morning shoppers crowding around them, recording as schneep hold dr. iplier in a headlock. "THOSE BOOKS ARE MINE, YOU PRICK.""OVER MY DEAD BODY, QUACK.""OH THAT CAN BE ARRANGED, BITCH.""TRY ME, YOU ASSHOLE."schneep pulls out the scalpel he keeps in his pocket. the two fighting more, knocking displays over and taking it outside to the winter wonderland exhibit. children running and screaming as they crash into santa's sleigh. finally -- they're broken apart by santa (bobby). schneep grabbing his items from the bookstore and rushing out the mall. not wanting to deal with police or security. wiping away tears as he drives back. thankfully -- good old smoking santa (bobby), his faithful patient, was head of security at the mall. "its christmas," he later told schneep on the phone (and dr. iplier), "just...stay outta the mall for a good two days and i'll pretend not a single thing happened"schneep wiped away tears as he layer learned -- hey, the bookstore had tons of copies of the book set they were fighting over, that was just a display!he, however blushes as chase, anti, and robbie crowd around chase's phone. the video from his fight going viral online. "doc!! you're trending under #ThoseBooksAreMine!! that's awesome as hell, you'll be a meme!!" chase praises. schneep shakes his head. nursing the black eye he has. he knows it'll be worth it when he sees their laughing and happy faces on christmas day.because he knows damn well, marvin would forget presents and anti would die before he got presents for anyone else.******"a puppy!!" chase smiles as he walks into their ego headquarters with anti. heavy coats and scarves on. a smaller dog being walked by a young boy trotting on. "ew." anti drinks the starbucks chase bought him, "dogs are gross--"chase gasps, "i...am offended on behalf of all dogs, dude!!" "what? its a dirty animal that tracks mud and barely listens.""sure you're not describing yourself, dude?" chase jokes as anti rolls his eyes. "how could you want a little disgusting creature like that?""they're cute, they're playful, they cuddle up to ya when its cold, they bark!!" chase goes on and on, sitting down in the meeting room as they wait for the others, "they keep ya company, they nip at ya when they're hungry, they...they love you unconditionally...they...won't be taken away from ya," he stops, sniffling. tears forming in his eyes, memories of christmases long gone hitting him. seeing his son and daughter excitedly wake up him and stacey to open gifts. going ice skating. baking cookies.shit."...chase?"chase shakes his head and wipes a tear, "sorry, bro. i...i'm just caught up in my feelings. this time of year and, missing my kids."anti looks down into his coffee cup. damn, chase has been through a lot. he's the only ego who keeps it together -- not like him who just...glitches out at emotions. "...it's fine." anti grumbles under his scarf, "i'm sure this christmas will be...okay.""really?" "...yeah, really. even with that stacey keeping the kids, this christmas will be worthwhile. i mean, we got...decorating and shit to do today. that'll take your mind off it, right?""y-yeah, and the kids are suppose to call after school...and, and stacey's letting me come to their christmas play!! you're right, for once, anti!!" chase smiles and hugs him, anti awkwardly patting back. "okay...hug's been too long, don't push it chase.""sorry."...everyone had called chase a dumbass to give a copy of his apartment keys to anti. everyone had doubted anti would show any spirit in the season. everyone had doubted chase would get anything he really wanted for christmas, even schneeplestein.anti snuck into chase's apartment that christmas eve. chase down for the night in his bedroom. a small 4 foot christmas tree decorated in lights and ordainments in the corner of his living room. a letter from his kids (that anti skimmed through) on the table. "let's prove all those dicks back at hq wrong," he whispers to the bundle in his arms. setting it under the tree. it'd been absolute hell to get anyone to allow him to take home chase's gift. grunting as he sat on the couch and nodded off into sleep. the dalmatian puppy slept too, a red collar around it's neck, tail wagging in its sleep as it was thankful for anti for getting him out of the cold shelter. excited to meet his new master in the cold christmas morning.

[seekingtrainers-tv]

Winter Event

The lights are looking pretty bright this time around, Undella Bay! Candied and colorful and all wrapped around the Christmas tree — it’s finally time for the holidays!

Hello everyone! Frosty feels, and my God, it is cold! But don’t worry, holiday cheer abounds all around, and we have some icy Events waiting for you! Once again, this Event comes in two parts — the Thread Event, and Secret Santa! The details for each are listed down below! So put on your overcoats and get ready for snowballs! Let’s take a look at what Santa’s bringing to town!

[ THREAD EVENT ]

What could be better for bringing in the holiday cheer than spending time together? Take a look below to see what awkward, fun, festive scenarios would smoosh your Muses into a weird situation this holiday season!

[ RULES ]

Signups for the Winter Thread Event will start on Sunday, December 3rd and end on Sunday, December 10th at 11:59PM.

All messages for participation in the Thread Event will be sent to the Hub’s inbox.

Please be sure to put which three prompts you’d like to do most, and we’ll try to prioritize your thread based on your choices!

Prompts will be posted on Monday, December 11th as to who’s paired with who.

Participation will then start on Monday, December 11th and will end on Monday, December 25th. 

Participation counts as you write your thread; if both you and your thread partner manage to reply to your thread ( one starts, and another replies ), you then both automatically become eligible for prize! See [ Prizes ] below for details.

Please be sure to tag it as “ubr event,” or have some indication that it’s intended for the event for it to count!

You’re certainly free to continue your thread for as long as you’d like! If it’s a great thread you have, keep it going! But participation for the chance to win your prize will only be for the two weeks above.

[ THREAD PROMPTS ]

Baby It’s Cold Outside scenario: Our Muses meet for a drink of your choice, but a giant snow storm hits. Your Muse convinces mine to stay the night, for safety reasons, of course.

Your Muse was walking in the snow by my house and my Muse was aiming to hit the tree behind you with a snowball but I just nailed you in the face. Would you like to come in for some hot cocoa?

My Muse slipped on ice outside and your Muse ran over and tried to help but we both ended up slipping too so now we’re both kinda just laying on the ground.

Your Muse learns to make traditional food from my Muses region to help them feel less homesick.

Decorating Wars: Our Muses try to outdo each other with glitter and fancy wrapping.

Our Muses compete to make the best gingerbread house.

Ugly Sweater contest? Sign me up!

Our Muses build snowmen together.

You need two people to ride the sleigh ride, and our Muses are the only two without a partner.

Our Muses sign up to be Mall Elves but the Santa never shows. One of us has to take the spot as Santa; who volunteers?

Your Muse gets their tongue stuck on a cold pole, mine has to figure out how to get yours unstuck.

[ SECRET SANTA ]

Speaking of Santa, it looks like the Santa this year is gonna be you all! For the Secret Santa event, the rules are as follows:

[ RULES ]

Signups for the Secret Santa Event will also start on Sunday, December 3rd and end on Sunday, December 10th at 11:59PM.

However, all messages for participation in the Secret Santa Event will be sent to Gabby & Ty’s inbox, not Undella Bay’s.

On Monday, December 11th, we will randomly select who will be the Secret Santa of who.

Gabby & Ty will then IM your character as to who they’ve been assigned to.

This means your character will be the Secret Santa, and have to give the person we assign you a gift.

Once you have decided your gift, you will either send an ask to Gabby & Ty, or Submit a post ( if you have a picture example or some supplement for your gift ) to them.

Gabby & Ty will then submit this same ask and gift you had sent to your receiver, from Monday, December 18th, at the earliest, to Wednesday, December 20th, at the latest. This gives you roughly ten days to decide on a gift for your receiver!

To the receivers of the Secret Santa gifts — with your Muse’s reaction to the Secret Santa gift ask you’ve received, you then have the option to guess who your Secret Santa might be! 

If your Muse happens to guess correctly, they become eligible for a prize! See [ Prizes ] below for details.

On Christmas Day, December 25th, we’ll post a full list as to whose Secret Santa was whose, as well as who guessed correctly!

[ PRIZES ]

For the Winter Thead Event, if both you and your thread partner manage to reply to your thread ( one starts, and another replies ), you then both automatically become eligible for a regular Pokemon Egg!

For the Secret Santa Event, if your Muse happens to guess who their Secret Santa was correctly, they become eligible for a shiny Pokemon Egg! A game of certainty for a lesser prize, versus a game of chance for something big!

On Christmas Day, we’ll post a full list as to who will receive a regular Egg from the Winter Thread Event, and who will receive a shiny Egg for guessing their Secret Santa correctly.

Eligible participants will receive their Egg on Christmas Day, and they’ll need a week to hatch! On New Year’s Day, we will post a follow-up post as to what your Egg hatched into! A new Pokemon for a New Year!

Please be aware that if you’ve participated in both the Winter Thread Event, and the Secret Santa, and have guessed your Secret Santa correctly, you will only receive the one shiny Egg.

The Pokemon you will receive will be a random, Level 1 Pokemon of following types: Ice, Fairy, and Normal.

#events

[calvinlepesh]

Purpose? Purpose.

My life was perfect til that day. I didn't even have a clue of how good off I was. Disrespectful, ungrateful, angry, but truly, sad. "From the beginning of my time or from the realization of the universe?" Very bold question I ask myself currently. How do I want to convey my knowledge? How do I want people to percieve what i will tell them? How will I word my stories and thoughts in a way that is too hard for normal people to understand? Can I? From the beginning it is! Now, Born Valentines day 1999 was chubby cheeked enthusiastically loved and cherished Lepesh. Born in Minnesota cold. Raised in Minnesota cold. Lepesh knew hot summer fun, running through the sprinklers, water balloon fights, Football, Basketball, Ice cream trucks, Chalk on the side walk/driveway, Biking with neighbors around our nitche. Biking by myself to the gasstation for candy. Waking up in the middle of the night to play video games in the basement, Getting caught waking up in the middle of the night to play video games in the basement. Lepesh knew winter fun. Snowboarding, Snowfuckingshoeing, Sleding, Snow tubing, Snowball fights, Huge snowmen, Snow forts along the cul-de-sac snowwall created by the huge cool snow plow! Wow! I thought to myself  mouth wide open with a smile, as the large plow on the front of the truck bursted through large mountainous snow mounds with ease. Creating wonderous mounds of snow in every frontyard across the neighborhood. Building snow forts and then having a war with snow balls. The point is my childhood was filled with fucking joy and happiness. It rocked man and Im super happy that it happened. I couldn't imagine this shit happening to me before.. Well before it happened. Its 2008. Its december as I sit on the couch with my brother and my parents..... well wait here theres a little more first. February 14th 2008 Im nine years old today. Im in Mr.Larsons fourth grade class. I enjoy creative writing, recess and lunch. although I didn't write much. I really love football and sports around this time. I decided to be a cowboys football fan when my dad said I could choose cause hes too nice to force me into being a Vikings fan. My parents especially my mom but definitely my dad aswell. Let us choose what we wanted. Which I disagree with now and will certainly not allow my childeren to decide what is right. Although Im sure I will at some point definitely not in elementary what the fuck?! Anyways. Decieded to be a cowboys fan cause my dad hates them and loves the Vikings. Which I now love today. Anyways. Im in the car with my whole immediate family driving. I ask where we're going or what we're doing. While heading west in the car my dad tells me we're going to Wisconsin and we're gonna stay the night at a hotel. The entire car ride their my dad is messing with me and im furious. Im certain today if I was in the passenger seat during the exchanges between my father and I I'd be laughing my ass off. But almost at the same time sad and angry of how ungrateful and disrespectful I probably was to my father. Idk maybe I just pouted, which I did alot lol.. anyways We finally arrive after probably an hour or so drive west, not infact in the direction of Wisconsin to a large farm in eastern Minnesota. 'There's nothing here' I thought to myself. It wasn't a desolate farm but damn near close. Large housing for live stock aswell as people. My father then reveals that im going to be getting my own dog for my birthday. I immediately light with excitement and smiles. Joy pulsing in my heart. Ive always wanted a dOG' i think to myself as I turn to my brother with excitement. I can only imagine how wide and big my smile and cheeks were to this day. Entering into the large barn with my family. Me, my brother, mother , and father all enter the barn to the amazement of dogs and insulation lol. From the outside it almost looks like a overly large stereotypical red barn, however the inside has another side to the story. Carpeted floors off to the left held the petting area with already free roaming dogs. while the right side of the room looked as if they did paper work and forms and whatnot. Going right wasn't even a thought in my head. LEFT. Headed for the dogs im stopped by my mom who is greeted by the worker/farmer. Im not even listening to her. I want a fucking dog. Moments go and my patience already thin is thinner. It takes alot for me to blow up even as a child. The problem was the things building up my 'meter of rage' as a child shouldn't have been. Anyway. Finally I head over to the dogs climbing the little fence even a little small for me already tall for my age. Immediately I spot an adorable smaller black dog. I kneel down to sit with it and attempt to hold it. Only to kneel right into a huge carpet puddle newly accompanied by its main ingredient dog piss. Nice. As i tell my mom she just laughs and tells me to be careful. Its what I did worst and least often. Unfortunately that was one of my biggest issues. After looking for awhile. I now realize my dad was probably ready to leave after 10-15 minutes definitely longer than that but Understandable nonetheless. After probably 35-45 minutes of trying to find a dog that didnt shed and was actually good looking. My mom had been carrying this one dog in paticular for a decent amount of time. Asleep in her arms as if a child beautifully sleeps my savior..... The car ride home Hank held the dog the entire time. Almost sinisterly which him being an older brother. acceptable, however frowned upon. Uncharacteristically careful I am as I hold my new dog. Smile from cheek to cheek and thats a long distance lol. Still carefully holding her i slowly bring her and a blanket along with hank to the basement. Where I lay out the fluffy green blanket and set Katy ever so gentely down. Standing next to my brother stareing almost in a daze like trance. We have a dog!' We were so happy. Hank and Lep happy? Together? very rare nowadays. I would certainly come to forget of such times even now almost a foriegn concept of us being so happy together. Now back to the OG storayyy............ Holding katy close weilding her support almost as a weapon to defend myself from such an awful thing. Its happening' I feel it' i just know' its happening' We are able to create our own reality because we (humans) designed a very primitive (in comparison to the universe) way to communicate how we feel. Speech. Speech is very important. Its our first amendment here in the US. say whatever u want. Pretty much. our speech is primitive because it doesn't describe things that we are uncertain of. We have to choose in our speech whether to Have no Idea Agree disagree yes no. Now of course there are exceptions to that. But not to normal people. Normal people can't understand this. If you are reading this right now and are lost for words but think you're 'awake' so to speak. just listen. This is a huge secret to life. Huge. It may change ur life over night. The best part about it is you get to decide. Ask yourself. Am I going to be open minded to what this man has to say? Ask yourself do I want whatever he says to be true in my life?... Just so I can touch as many people as possible and help the (working class which im apart of} hear me out. You may think im fucking crazy or that idk what life even is either and you're right I don't but all you have to do IS ACCEPT THAT WHATEVER IS/WILL/HAS EVER HAPPENED, Happened because you decided it was going to happen. Before you were even born. Before anybody way born. The best part about it. Is that it is unpredictable and it is fueled and directed DIRECTLY from our speech. Whatever you speak out loud for example say I said and I have. I want to fucking die. and I meant it. I really mean it. If you don't mean what you say then learn to do that before anything. Before u start this really take the time to realize ur worth not as a person but as you. Cause you created everything in your world. The best part you created it that way cause thats the way it turns out best for you. I hope atleast. Think about it. You get through everything. most things people kill themselves over. You're trying to make yourself strong for some reason possibly? or maybe catching myself up to everyone else cause I had such a nice and spoiled childhood? Past karma current karma. Thats what gets me. Theres no way a god created this world. But i could've created this world. Maybe im evil just like the world a little bit deep down. I am. Definitely a little evil. Its apart of my soul. Its apart of everyones soul in my world maybe not as much on some people and Ill never know why that is and I don't need to cause, I trust my judgement. It may be wrong sometimes but im still alive today for some reason that I decieded. thats the beauty of myself I truly never know what im gonna do each day specifically. Ill know if im gonna be tired or up for another 5 hours. Cause I will be and Ill feel it. Ill know when i need to fucking pee. But I never know what mindset is right or true for me. partially cause i have shitty short term memory and bad hearing and vision and a bad liver. im 19 lol. Anyway. Basically the secret is speak what you want and mean it everyday. You'll know if you dont want it as badly some days. you might even miss a day. All you're trying to do for yourself by doing this is getting yourself into a routine where you put those '(vibes) or Speech and words/ Communication. Communicate with your universe. Speak how you feel. Speak what you want. Speak how you're going to get it. Even if you're thinking theres no fucking way thatll happen. Theres no fucking way im ever going to pass through college. theres no fucking way id be able to get through law school. I can't be a chef I've hardly cooked. are my common misfires. Misfires however very common after the first few days to weeks will disapate if you PUSH ON! Just like you always have! This is what you were waiting to find. You created the world it is today for yourself today to see this and reconize for yourself today. That you're doing this wrong. Since starting my program I live with partial contentment as a human being. However I personally keep myself open to negative thoughts and wishes periodically to balance my life. However as for most of u assume this is rather stupid but selfless nonetheless. The reason I hold dark as I hold light is because this is what I decieded and this was meant to happen. The decision made by the creator of my universe which is me to write this to you and share what I have learned to help better your lifes for the benefit of them I do not know what I or they gain from this because it is beyond my comprehension aswell as yours. It could be for something of the lines of in 200 years cause I told you these secrets and my experiences and helped you better your life over time and you benefitted and you passed onto your childeren. that no your family lives on in the future 200 years from now. and they're good people. maybe not all. But if taught correctly and this isnt a cureall for everybody. But it significantly helps better improve overall mood and life tolerance in your life. It doesn't work immediately. It isn't gonna take it easy on you just cause you know now. In fact. If you are not open minded currently do not read because this idea sent and recieved and read and processed by a closed mind. Blocks the process from ever having the ability for your mind to hear and read properly as an openminded individual would.

[seekingtrainers-tv]

Winter Event

Hello everyone! Frosty feels, from your favorite Interviewers! It’s getting dark out at only 5PM, holiday cheer abounds all around, and we have some icy Events waiting for you! 

Just like last year, this Event comes in two parts — the Thread Event, and Secret Santa! The details for each are listed down below! So put on your overcoats and get ready for snowballs! Let’s take a look at what Santa’s bringing to town!

[ THREAD EVENT ]

What could be better for bringing in the holiday cheer than spending time together? Take a look below to see what awkward, fun, festive scenarios would smoosh your Muses into a weird situation this holiday season!

[ RULES ]

Signups for the Winter Thread Event will start on Sunday, December 2nd, and end on Sunday, December 9th at 11:59PM.

All messages for participation in the Thread Event will be sent to the Hub’s inbox.

Please be sure to put which three prompts you’d like to do most, and we’ll try to prioritize your thread based on your choices!

Prompts will be posted on Monday, December 10th as to who’s paired with who.

Participation will then start on Monday, December 10th, and will end on Sunday, December 25th. 

Participation counts as you write your thread; if both you and your thread partner manage to reply to your thread ( one starts, and another replies ), you then both automatically become eligible for prize! See [ Prizes ] below for details.

Please be sure to tag it as “ubr event,” or have some indication that it’s intended for the event for it to count!

You’re certainly free to continue your thread for as long as you’d like! If it’s a great thread you have, keep it going! But participation for the chance to win your prize will only be for the two weeks above.

[ THREAD PROMPTS ]

Baby It’s Cold Outside scenario: Our Muses meet for a drink of your choice, but a giant snow storm hits. Your Muse convinces mine to stay the night, for safety reasons, of course.

Your Muse was walking in the snow by my house and my Muse was aiming to hit the tree behind you with a snowball but I just nailed you in the face. Would you like to come in for some hot cocoa?

My Muse slipped on ice outside and your Muse ran over and tried to help but we both ended up slipping too so now we’re both kinda just laying on the ground.

Your Muse learns to make traditional food from my Muses region to help them feel less homesick.

Decorating Wars: Our Muses try to outdo each other with glitter and fancy wrapping.

Our Muses compete to make the best gingerbread house.

Ugly Sweater contest? Sign me up!

Our Muses build snowmen together.

You need two people to ride the sleigh ride, and our Muses are the only two without a partner.

Our Muses sign up to be Mall Elves but the Santa never shows. One of us has to take the spot as Santa; who volunteers?

Your Muse gets their tongue stuck on a cold pole, mine has to figure out how to get yours unstuck.

[ SECRET SANTA ]

Speaking of Santa, it looks like the Santa this year is gonna be you all! For the Secret Santa event, the rules are as follows:

[ RULES ]

Signups for the Secret Santa Event will also start on Sunday, December 2nd, and end on Sunday, December 9th at 11:59PM.

All messages can be sent to our inbox.

On Monday, December 10th, we will randomly select who will be the Secret Santa of who.

Gabby & Ty will then IM your character as to who they’ve been assigned to.

This means your character will be the Secret Santa, and have to give the person we assign you a gift.

Once you have decided your gift, you can send an ask to Gabby & Ty with a description of your gift to your recipient.

Gabby & Ty will then submit this same ask and gift you had sent to your recipient, from Monday, December 17th, at the earliest, to Wednesday, December 19th, at the latest. This gives you roughly ten days to decide on a gift for your recipient!

To the recipients of the Secret Santa gifts — with your Muse’s reaction to the Secret Santa gift ask you’ve received, you then have the option to guess who your Secret Santa might be! 

If your Muse happens to guess correctly, they become eligible for a prize! See [ Prizes ] below for details.

On Christmas Day, December 25th, we’ll post a full list as to whose Secret Santa was whose, as well as who guessed correctly!

[ PRIZES ]

For the Winter Thead Event, if both you and your thread partner manage to reply to your thread ( one starts, and another replies ), you then both automatically become eligible for a regular Pokemon Egg!

For the Secret Santa Event, if your Muse happens to guess who their Secret Santa was correctly, they become eligible for a shiny Pokemon Egg! A game of certainty for a lesser prize, versus a game of chance for something big!

On Christmas Day, we’ll post a full list as to who will receive a regular Egg from the Winter Thread Event, and who will receive a shiny Egg for guessing their Secret Santa correctly.

Eligible participants will receive their Egg on Christmas Day, and they’ll need a week to hatch! On New Year’s Day, we will post a follow-up post as to what your Egg hatched into! A new Pokemon for a New Year!

Please be aware that if you’ve participated in both the Winter Thread Event, and the Secret Santa, and have guessed your Secret Santa correctly, you will only receive the one shiny Egg.

The Pokemon you will receive will be a random, Level 1 Pokemon of following types: Ice, Fairy, Steel, and Normal.

And as per your beachy Mods, keep in mind that during this Event, anything counts as activity, including answering asks for your Secret Santa guesses, and your Winter thread replies!

So show off your cheer and give us all you got! We’ll be keeping an eye out for you!

🎤 Gabby & Ty, signing off!

#events