#remember that stuffed toy you got on christmas

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#remember that stuffed toy you got on christmas #the one you took everywhere #the one you trusted your deepest secrets #your best friend #nowadays its found all worn out #old and abandoned #left somewhere inside the wardrobe or in some other kid's hands #and as you grow up you slowly begin to forget #how soft and warm it was to hug it #now you might look after warmth in someone else's embrace #or in a hot cup of coffee or in your favorite meal or in your favorite object #or perhaps #you've been wandering the past for too long #seeking comfort in these bittersweet memories #but it's never enough is it? #come and sit with me a while #leave the demon to his demons #rest your own soul #there's nothing else

[foxy-eva]

Cowboy Like Me

Summary: Spencer decides to fulfill a childhood dream

Author’s Note: This story is loosely based on the conversation Spencer and JJ have in S15E07 about parallel universes (a.k.a. Cowboy Spencer)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: none

Word count: 1.9k

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Toy departments have always been magical for me. I clearly remember walking through them wide-eyed as a little girl, entranced by all the colorful and sparkly objects calling to me. There was nothing more exciting than to find one of them perfectly wrapped on birthdays or Christmas, waiting for me to play with it. 

Even as an adult I couldn't hide my child-like wonder as I walked along the aisles. Spencer was clearly more focussed on my reactions than on whatever toy we could pick for his godson's birthday. When my eyes landed on a particular stuffed animal, a gasp fell from my lips. 

When I reached out to hold it in my hands, Spencer chuckled, "I don't think Michael is into sheep. He's more of a dinosaur kind of boy."

I took the plushie into my hands, inspecting it thoroughly. In an instant I was taken back to childhood days, playing peacefully with a very similar one. 

"She looks just like her," I whispered. 

Spencer wasn't sure what I was talking about when he asked, "Like who?" 

"Fluffy. A sheep plushie I had as a child. I loved her so much but unfortunately I lost her when we moved."

"Awe I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe we should give this one a new home?" Spencer suggested. 

I put the toy back on the shelf and shook my head. “No, that’s okay. I’m sure it’ll make a child very happy someday.” 

Taking my hand in his, Spencer walked me to a different section of the store to find the perfect present for Michael. 

Neither of us mentioned my little anecdote again and I almost forgot about it altogether. That was until I got home from work a few days later. Spencer was waiting for me on the couch with the small sheep plushie sitting beside him. A wide smile was painted all over his face when we locked eyes. 

“What’s this?” I snickered as I took the toy in my hands to inspect it. 

“Fluffy 2.0 – or whatever you want to name it,” he said. “I had to go back to get it. You seemed so happy when you found it, so I thought it’d be nice to have it as a little reminder of your childhood.”

I found my place beside him on the couch, pressing a brief kiss on his lips to thank him. The toy not only reminded me of days long gone, it also took me back to my first ever career aspiration. 

“There’s actually more to the story,” I confessed. 

He placed his arms around my waist to bring me closer while he encouraged me to tell him about it. “I would love to hear it.”

It had always been astounding to me that even after years of knowing someone, there were still parts of their lives we had no idea about. Sometimes it made me wonder if it was even possible to know everything about our loved ones. After Spencer had surprised me with stories about his past - most of them a lot less merry than what I was about to tell him - it was my turn to let him in on this unknown side of me. 

“The reason I got Fluffy in the first place was because I was obsessed with sheep. It was all I could ever talk about. You know how most little girls want to be a nurse or a teacher or even a princess? Well, I wanted to be a shepherdess. I dreamed of living in the countryside with my flock of sheep, doing nothing all day other than walk around and pet them.”

Spencer couldn’t hide the playful tone in his voice when he chuckled, “That’s adorable.” 

I pinched his stomach, whining, “Hey, don’t make fun of me!” 

He was quick to take my hand in his, softly kissing it before telling me, “I’m not! I swear. I genuinely think that this is really sweet. So, what happened to that dream?” 

I thought about my answer for a moment until I decided to tell him the truth. “I would like to say that I grew out of it but the truth is, I still think about it sometimes.” 

Spencer seemed genuinely surprised. “You do?”

“Not about becoming a full-time shepherdess – I know that’s unrealistic for me – but I sometimes imagine us living on a little farm with a bunch of animals. Some chicken, my little flock of sheep, maybe even some alpacas,” I explained. 

I expected him to be more surprised by my confession but instead he asked, “Can I let you in on a little secret too?” 

After I nodded, he told me, “I actually like to imagine that there is a parallel universe where I’m a cowboy.” 

“A cowboy?” I giggled. “I would have never guessed that.” 

“Yeah. Maybe in this alternate reality you’d be a shepherdess and we’d fall in love after meeting at the farmer’s market,” he cooed before placing a kiss into my hair. 

I really liked this fantasy he created, I could see those alternate versions of us living a rural life. 

“I’d love that for us. We could sell milk and wool together after joining our ranches. We’d be the hottest farmers in town. The cowboy and the shepherdess.” 

Spencer laughed out loud at my words before adding, “I’m sure you’d be the hottest farmer in the whole state.”

For the following weeks we kept talking about this fantasy, adding details and creating scenarios of what we'd do in this parallel universe. It became like a nighttime routine to us to let cowboy Spencer and his wife go on adventures together. It might seem silly to anyone else but those stories became very near and dear to our hearts. 

Never had I expected that even a fraction of our fantasy world could ever come true. That was until one sunny Saturday morning when Spencer told me he had a surprise for me. It was rare for him to be the one to drive but it was even rarer for him to not tell me where we'd be going. Despite my constant pleading to let me in on his secret, he kept his lips sealed. 

I didn't recognize the roads he was taking when we left the city but I did enjoy the landscape the further we got away. After a forty-five minute drive, he pulled into the driveway of a very small but unbelievably cute ranch. There was a beautiful house with a small stable and a garden waiting to grow vegetables in it. 

Before I could wonder what we would be doing here, I took my time to take everything in. When I turned my head, I found Spencer smiling at me, curious about my reaction. I got out of the car to take a few steps towards the front door of the house. 

"What are we doing here?"

I expected him to tell me we'd spend the day here to pet some sheep and cattle. That wasn't what he had planned though. 

He was hesitant to answer me at first but when he began to explain, he did it in his usual rambling manner. "I found this little ranch for sale at a really good price. It'll need some work before we could actually live here but Morgan already offered to help us. The stable is in good shape though."

His words didn't make sense to me. I stared at him with lips agape and eyes widened. I kept looking back and forth between him and the house. 

When I finally found my voice again, I squeaked, "What? Spencer, this is crazy!"

"It's an adventure," he corrected me.

Still unsure of what to think, I breathed, "I don't know what to say."

He took my hand and gently squeezed it. "How about yes? Think about it. We're still within driving distance to both our workplaces. It's small enough to be able to take care of everything after work and who knows, maybe someday we'll actually sell our own milk and wool at the farmer's market. Just like we talked about."

Although my head was trying to come up with so many reasons why this couldn’t be a good idea, my heart screamed at me to agree with him, so I sighed, "You are very good at making compelling arguments. How could I ever say no to that?" 

"Thank god,” he groaned in relief while pointing at the stable. “I already bought two sheep." 

With a firm grip around my hand, he led me to the door where I could hear the sheep he just mentioned. 

In complete disbelief of everything that was going on, I said, "You did what? We don't even own this place yet!" 

Spencer just shrugged and mumbled, "I mean…”

"Spencer!” I reprimanded him, “You can't make big decisions like that without me! What if I had said no?"

While opening the door to the stable for me to look at the two young sheep, he said, "It was worth the risk." 

My husband must have completely lost his mind and I loved him so much for that. I stepped closer to the little creatures, reaching out my hand to make contact with their soft wool. They were very curious to get to know me, making my heart melt when they began nuzzling their little snouts against my hands. 

Spencer glanced over my face, wondering, "Are you mad at me?"

A bright smile spread across my face when I found his eyes, explaining, "I can't be mad at you for doing something so sweet. Very irrational, but sweet."

“I know it’s not a whole flock yet but it’s a start. How do you want to name them?” 

I was mesmerized by the little lambs in front of me when I cooed, “They look like little clouds.” 

“We could call them Alto and Cirro. Like the types of clouds,” he suggested.

“That’s perfect.” 

We spent the rest of the day at our future home, figuring out what exactly we wanted to do with this place. It would take at least a couple of weeks until we could move here. Even though it was impractical to have to come here every day to take care of our sheep, I was still looking forward to finally make my childhood dream to be a shepherdess come true. 

When I came home from running errands the next day, it was my turn to surprise my husband. It didn’t come close to the grand gesture of buying a ranch, but I still knew he’d appreciate it. He was reading a book about farming when I approached him in the living room, hiding a foreign object behind my back. 

With one eyebrow raised he looked at me and chuckled, “What do you have there?”

I showed him the ridiculously large cowboy hat and he broke out in laughter. 

“I know we don’t have cattle nor horses yet but I still wanted you to feel like a cowboy,” I giggled. 

When he put the hat on, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man in front of me. He placed a soft kiss on my lips before thanking me.

“I love it. And I love you,” he said. “How about we get going to see Alto and Cirro?” 

“I would love nothing more, cowboy.” 

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[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 25

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"You know, instead of just laying there looking pretty, you could help me with all these clothes."

"Being this pretty is a really hard job, Val. And if I helped you, you would definitely end up telling me that I'm doing everything wrong and doing it all by yourself" Pedri shrugs.

"Idiot."

"Hey! I am injured, remember? There is no need to be violent. Poor Minnie" he says, cuddling the stuffed toy I've thrown at him.

"Yes, you are injured in the head."

"Love you too, Val" he says with a stupid smile. "Why do you still have these around your room, tho? Aren't they for kids?" he smirks.

"I work with kids and I'm dating one. I need them to understand you better" I reply, sticking out my tongue.

"This Minnie has seen better days. How old is she?"

"My aunt bought it for me when I was born."

"Really? She looks like… 50. And you know you aren't older than 25."

"You are such an idiot" I say, rolling my eyes. "If Minnie looks old that's because she never left my side. I slept with her, played with her…"

"Attacked people with her…"

"She was my favourite toy as a kid and has great sentimental value."

"Val, hey. Are you ok?" Pedri says, getting up from the bed. "What is it?"

"Nothing" I say, looking away.

"Then why are you crying? Val" he says, cupping my face and making me look at him. "What is it?"

"Nothing, I just… Talking about Minnie reminded me of my aunt, the one who got her for me as a baby. She… She passed away a few years ago."

"And here I was making stupid jokes. I'm so sorry, Val. You aren't wrong when you call me an idiot."

"You didn't know" I shrug. "And they aren't sad tears. At least not all of them. You've also reminded me of good times, like when she would play with me and mimic Minnie's voice. She was really good at it."

"Was she?"

"Yeah. Or that's the memory I have" I smile. "She was Marina's age when I was born, so she saw me as a little sister more than as a niece. She got me that Minnie because she always wanted to go to Disneyland Paris but never could because her siblings told her they were too old for it, and with me she had an excuse to do it."

"Did you go?" Pedri asks, wiping away one of my tears.

"No, we didn't manage to. When I was old enough to understand what was going on she was at uni and then she moved abroad. She would only come back for Christmas and the summer holidays, which aren't the best moments to go to a place like Disney. Then I got busy with my own life, she got sick, and… well" I shrug.

"Do you still want to go?"

"I would love to, but no one wants to go with me. Marc said it was just for kids" I scoff.

"Well, lucky you, you are dating a kid who has never been to Disneyland."

"Really?" 

"We didn't have the money when I was younger. And now that I have it, no one cares anymore" Pedri shrugs.

"But a place like Disney… People may recognise you."

"I'll wear a wig if necessary. Anything to make you smile again" he says, caressing my cheek.

"You seriously are the cutest human being I've ever met."

"I know" he smirks. "And because I am the cutest, I'm gonna stop distracting you with my beauty and go make us a snack."

"Thank you, Pedri."

"What for? The snack? Being pretty?"

"Idiot" I say, hitting his arm. "Just thank you."

"You're welcome, Val" he says, kissing my forehead and leaving my room while I just stare at him smiling like... an idiot. Turns out that I also am one. One madly in love.

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When do the kids go on holidays?

Why?

Just answer me, Val 🙄

Friday

Until?

We have the next week off

Perfect then

Perfect for what?

Going somewhere just you and I ☺️

What? And the international break?

I'm not going. 

They called me today and said they don't want to risk it because of my injury. 

I'm sorry 

It's just some friendlies, don't worry

But now I am free to take my girlfriend on holidays ☺️

Tenerife?

Cold

Are we going somewhere cold or I got it completely wrong?

Both

You aren't helping, Pedro 🙄

🇫🇷🗼🐁🎡🎢🎠🐁

The mouse isn't because of Ratatouille 😉

Wait… wait wait wait WAIT DISNEYLAND?

Are you in?

OF COURSE I AM IN!!!!!!

Did you scream? Are you jumping?

Yes and yes 😂

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"I am finally here. Can you believe it?"

"What I can't believe is your face right now" Pedri chuckles, closing the door of our hotel room behind him.

"What?"

"I think I have never seen you smile like that, Val. I love it."

"And I love you" I say, walking towards him and wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you very much. Thank you for this."

"Anything for you" he smiles.

"But you know… I think I should show you how much I love you and how thankful I am."

"What?"

"Yeah…" I say as I slowly move my hands from his neck to his chest.

"Val…" 

"Yes?" 

"What are you doing?" Pedri asks, his body tensing under my touch.

"Showing you how thankful I am" I reply with a teasing smile, my hands now moving under his clothes.

"Aren't you tired after all that traveling?"

"Nope. Are you?"

"A bit."

"Then let me do all the work. Arms up."

"What?" he laughs.

"I can't show you how thankful I am and how much I love you with all these clothes on. So arms up."

"Yes, ma'am" he chuckles.

"Good boy" I smile, getting rid of his sweatshirt and t-shirt all in one go. "Now shoes off, I'll take care of this" I say, untying his joggers.

"Done."

"Lay down on the bed."

"Ok" Pedri smirks while doing as I've told him. "You should be this bossy more often, Val. I like it. Now what?"

"Now get yourself comfortable and enjoy" I say before starting to take off my clothes.

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"I can't believe we just had sex on a Mickey Mouse bed" Pedri laughs.

"You chose the room, I didn't."

"I did" he laughs again. "It was really good sex, by the way. Some of the best we've had. You definitely showed me how much you love me."

"Glad to hear that."

"And you need to be in charge more often, Val. That was so hot."

"Yeah, umm… Should we order some room service or go out? I'm starving" I say, trying to change the topic of conversation and ignore the way my face is burning. I still don't know where everything I just did to him came from.

"Of course you are" he chuckles. "I could do with some fresh air, to be honest."

"Oh, great! We can wear the hats I got us."

"You what?"

"Yeah, look" I say, leaving the bed and opening my suitcase. "I got a cap with Mickey ears for you and one with Minnie ears for me. We can match, and this way you will be able to hide your face a bit better. Though you won't be able to put on your hood with the ears. I think."

"It's ok, don't worry. But are we a matching couple now? That's very cheesy, Val" Pedri says with a teasing smile.

"We are in Disneyland for the first time. We are gonna be cheesy and proper tourists."

"Ok" he laughs. "Should we try on the caps? Maybe take a picture? I want to remember this moment."

"Just be careful with the angle."

"I'm a pro, Val. There won't be any nipples involved."

"It better not" I warn him, getting in bed next to him. "Let me… there" I say, putting the cap on his head.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous."

"Liar. I always look gorgeous" he smirks.

"I beg to differ" I say, putting on mine. "Now let's take that photo so we can go grab something to eat."

"I think I don't like bossy Val anymore."

"What?" I laugh.

"If she isn't going to ride me until I forget my name, I don't like her."

"Shut up and take that photo, Pedro.”

"Yeah… I don't like her. And I'm taking the photo, relax. Don't need to look at me as if you were going to rip off my head."

"I'm too hungry for that."

"Lucky me" he laughs. "Say Disney!" 

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"Pedri, we are gonna be late for breakfast!"

"Just a minute!" he says from the bathroom.

"If when we go downstairs they've run out of everything I like, I'm murdering you. What are you doing?"

"These eyebrows don't look this perfect on their own, Valeria" he says while pointing at them and finally joining me in the room. "There is work behind them."

"All the work I don't put on mine" I chuckle. "Anyway, are you ready?"

"One last thing."

"Pedri!" I groan.

"We can't leave without her."

"Her? Who?"

"Her" he smiles, showing me what he was hiding in his suitcase.

"Is that… Is that my Minnie?"

"Her twin sister. If you had come with your aunt you would have brought her with you, right?"

"I would have, yes."

"Well, I thought that we should do the same. But then I worried you may lose her or get her dirty, and if anything happened to her you would be gutted and I could not bear seeing you like that. So I bought you another Minnie for you to carry around the same way you would have done as a kid, but without having to worry about what happens to her. Though if she survives, it would be a cute memory."

"No."

"What?" Pedri says with a confused look.

"It would not be a cute memory. It would be one of the best memories of my life. And you are the one who is cute. The cutest human being ever" I say before throwing myself at him and hugging him while crying like a baby.

"Aww, Val" he says while hugging me back, one of his hands moving up and down my back, trying to comfort me. But that gesture only makes me cry harder. Why is he so cute?

"I love you, Pedri" I manage to say.

"I love you too" he replies.

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"That was the best thing ever! So so so good! I kind of want to do it again."

"What?" Pedri says, looking at me as if I've grown another head.

"I was joking, don't worry" I laugh. "But it was so good! Much better than what I had seen online and… Pedri. Pedri, hey. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"You are so pale… Let's sit down" I say, grabbing his arm and walking him towards a bench.

"Yes, let's sit down while my stomach goes back to its usual place."

"Pedri, you should have told me you were scared of the Tower of Terror before we went in. Look at you, you are so white you could pass for a Real Madrid shirt."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes, Valeria" he says, giving me a murderous look. "And if I didn't say anything it was because I didn't know I was scared of it. I thought it would be one of those houses where people show up out of nowhere and scare you, not one where you are dropped into the void."

"Sorry" I say, moving my hand up and down his arm, trying to comfort him like he had done for me a few hours ago. "There actually is a place like that, we can go later."

"I'll think about it."

"Ok" I chuckle. "But I guess this means we aren't checking the Star Wars ride."

"Do they drop you somewhere?"

"It is a rollercoaster."

"I'll think about that too" Pedri says, closing his eyes and leaning back on the bench.

"Is your stomach still on your throat?" 

"I don't know where it is anymore, Val. I don't know if I have a stomach anymore, to be honest."

"Aww, Pedri. Will a cuddle make you feel better?"

"We can try" he says, trying really hard not to smile.

"Look at you. Even while dying you still are a cheeky little thing" I giggle.

"Always, my dear" he replies. "Always."

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[taavisplushies]

some of my childhood stuffed animals!!!

let’s go!!! nostalgia time!!!

first up we will look at all the webkinz (except for my frogs bc those ones are on a shelf)

there was this lil store in town that would sell webkinz for cheaper than meijers, so if i got good grades or something my mom would take me there and let me choose 2! but meijers always had a better selection so sometimes we would go there, but they were more expensive so i could only get 1.

lil kinz grey n white cat my beloved… i got her from my aunt for christmas one year :’) first ever webkinz, i was so excited!!

my mom hated the mohawk puppy because she thought mohawks were a sin

the signature clouded leopard introduced me to the animal and i was obsessed with them for a while!

the clydesdale horse is kinda special! my dad got it for me from ebay :) he normally never got me stuffed animals because he thinks they’re a waste of money. i also thought it was cool, because the internet was new to me, and i didn’t know you could buy stuff online!

not going into details about the traumatic event obviously but it’s kinda funny, because basically i had to pack a bag super quick and i spent forever deciding which plush to take with me lol (i think i was in shock or something, because i was not thinking clearly)

okay that was a lot of plushies… now i am tired… oof.

claw machine prize time!

i love claw machines, i would play them all the time! my favorite was this little one at little caesar’s in the next town over. the machine was really easy to win! i also remember walmart used to have a bunch of claw machines!

not going through the whole box, because most of them aren’t very interesting.

my first ever claw machine win is the little angry tiger! i was probably 4?? and it was at walmart. my dad moved the claw into position and i pressed the button :) i was so excited!!!!

the black and white bunny was a win from the little caesar’s i mentioned earlier. i loved it! the plush is super soft and good quality. normally claw machines have cheap toys so i was impressed!

the carrot farmer bunny is super cool! she originally had a straw hat, but the claw ripped it off :( i was never able to get it…. but that’s okay! also one of her legs is sewn on backwards. weird. but i still think she’s super cute!

next is miscellaneous plushies

i am even more tired now, so i’m not going through the entire box… sorry

these are mostly from garage sales! some of them were bought brand new though (and those ones were always so cool to me)!

i loved that chipmunk so much. i carried him with me around the house and i would sleep with him every night. i got him from the zoo on a field trip! i remember there was so many plushies, it was hard to choose just 1! unfortunately i did puke on him once, so my dad put him in the washer then dryer. when i saw him after he came out of the dryer i was so upset. he’s different! i hate change. i cried. he’s not soft anymore. i still loved him though, because it’s not his fault that his fur got messed up.

i don’t remember where the white dragon is from, but she’s so cool! i’ve heard it could be worth money but idk.

okay i’m done. super tired now. gonna sleep on the floor. goodnight <3

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[juyeonszn]

WHAT IS LOVE? — ELEVEN

PAIRING ₊˚⊹ lee juyeon x f!reader

SUMMARY ₊˚⊹ all is well in the business of matchmaking. except it’s actually not, because lee juyeon, the school’s star baseball player, has just come to you for help in obtaining the girl of his dreams. oh yeah! and he happens to be the guy you’ve had a crush on since your first year of university.

MORE ₊˚⊹ i remember when i was writing this i was like ..woah bc i didn’t expect it to be so angsty 😭 like idk what is up with me and the angst train lately

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ELEVEN — Just Like A Doughnut (2.04k)

The next few days pass by in a flash and before you know it, it’s Wednesday.

Part of you really missed the whole matchmaking thing and listening to people explain why they wanted you to set them up with whoever it was they wanted you to, after all, that was the whole reason you started the club. You’d been a hopeless romantic for as long as you could remember. There were times in your childhood where you had these elaborate meet-cute backstories for your stuffed animals. You’d even go as far as planning fleshed out weddings for the Barbie and Ken dolls your mom had gotten you for Christmas when you turned 8.

Throughout grade school, you had this big dream of being a wedding planner, too. You wanted to help people put together their best day ever— the day they’d recall for the rest of their lives. Helping women channel their inner child was the portion you were most excited for. It would be like letting yourself have the chance to give back to the little girl who threw extravagant celebrations of love for her inanimate toys.

But, alas, you had to grow up from that idea eventually. As you got closer to starting university, you knew there wasn’t much you could do as a wedding planner. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go. The pay was mediocre for such a stressful and demanding job, so why would you make yourself hate something you felt so passionately about when you could do something else that made you just as happy?

That was when you decided to study psychology. It was a basic enough major that you didn’t have to choose an exact career yet, but also generalized enough that narrowing it down wouldn’t be too hard when the time came. Getting to know how people’s minds worked was exciting. Then the idea for Love Loop saved you in a way. It brought together this new territory with that old passion of yours. That was why you’ve been trying to reconnect with the club so much recently. You didn’t want to forget your roots and become out of touch with your beginnings.

As you’re finishing up with your 2PM appointment, your phone begins to ring from its spot on your desk. A quick check of the caller ID lets you know that Minho was calling, which was a bit unusual for the time of day. Once your ‘client’ has left your little cubicle area, you plop back onto your rolling chair, spinning around as you accept the call from your friend.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I remember you saying you had a break between your last two appointments and I figured you hadn’t had lunch yet. Is it cool if I drop by and leave you some jajangmyeon? Seonghwa and I are leaving the restaurant now.” He says, and as if on cue, you hear Seonghwa’s voice in the background.

“That would be amazing actually! Thank you, Min. Is there by any chance enough for me to share with Kkura?” You slow your chair to a halt, nibbling the inside of your cheek.

“I think so. We ordered you a pretty big portion.”

“You’re a lifesaver really, I owe you one.” You sigh dramatically.

Minho laughs into the receiver. “I’ll hold you to it.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and then you’re strolling over to Sakura’s cubicle to inform her of the good news. This was just what you needed to power through that last appointment of the day, the mysterious and anonymous person who requested you specifically.

You had to admit, you were a little nervous. Of course, you understood that they probably wanted to protect their privacy just a bit longer before the entire club found out about them. However, you were also slightly afraid that this person was not interested in the club’s purpose at all and they just wanted to harass you. You could never be too sure or too careful! There’s a lot of weirdos out there.

But no matter what, you chose to stick by your mindset of giving people the benefit of the doubt. Even now, you felt like they just wanted to stay concealed a smidge more than the average Love Loop client. The ball of nerves in the pit of your stomach was the product of something else you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

It was like when you had a gut feeling about something. Except, you didn’t know what your stomach was trying to tell you. It felt foreboding in a way, almost like a warning— but not necessarily a bad one. Things were going to get interesting to say the least, that was one thing you could settle on.

Sakura and yourself had migrated back to your own space by the time Minho arrived with the food. He told you that Seonghwa had headed back to their apartment for his afternoon nap, which was why he wasn’t present. It was so Seonghwa-coded to leave the entire delivery to Minho.

“Thank you again for the food, Min!” You smile, watching as the brunette’s hand comes up to cup the back of his neck. He shrugs as if the action was no big deal, when in actuality the simple gesture made your day.

“Of course. Don’t sweat it,” Minho says, saluting to you with his index and middle fingers. “And don’t work too hard, okay? I’ll see you later.”

You wave to him as he exits your cubicle and seemingly heads to his shared apartment with Seonghwa. Without hesitation, you begin unpacking the takeout bag to eat with Sakura as quickly as possible, realizing you only had around 15 minutes before your last appointment arrived. You notice silence coming from your friend even after you’ve opened the container of jajangmyeon and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she giggles while simultaneously slurping up some of the noodles. “I just don’t think any of my friends would go out of their way to bring me lunch. Or even remember when I had a break in my day.”

“What are you insinuating, Kkura?”

“That’s up for your interpretation.” She answers through a mouthful of food. You decide to leave it as that and not pry any further, lest you gain a headache before your final client of the day. As much as you loved Sakura (especially because she was one of the few club members you actually hung out with), she could be a royal pain in the ass when she wanted to be. Therefore, leaving things unsaid was your best option.

The two of you tear through the jajangmyeon like a tornado through a farm, leaving hardly anything except a couple stray vegetables by the time 2:45 rolls around. The ravenette tips her imaginary hat in salutation to you as she returns to her own cubicle. (She more likely went to another one of the club members’ since they all had collectively agreed to spy on your appointment. They desperately wanted to find out who this anonymous client was.)

It was 2:47 when they finally arrived at the Love Loop headquarters, knocking on the wall of your cubicle to alert you of their presence. When you glance up from the sheet of paper you were preparing for notes during the appointment, you nearly fall out of your chair onto your ass.

Low and behold, standing at the entryway of your cubicle, is Lee Juyeon. It feels as if all the muscles in your face have gone slack and your jaw has dropped to the floor much like you almost did. He looks a bit nervous, running a hand through his hair as he waits for your invitation in. Your heart stutters in your chest at the sight.

It takes him clearing his throat for you to gather your bearings. “O-oh! Right, c-come in!”

He bows slightly before assuming the seat across from you at your desk. You can tell this is something completely out of his comfort zone, if the whole anonymous thing didn’t already give it away. And then as you begin writing his name at the top of the paper in front of you, the situation clicks in your brain.

Lee Juyeon wanted your help to get with someone.

And if that person was you, he obviously wouldn’t be here right now. So then the reality of it all hits you like a train of bricks— hard, fast, and painful. Just a few minutes ago, you were content with how your day was going. You enjoyed some good food with good company brought to you by one of your closest friends. You thought this would be a nice, uneventful day. But, it appears you jinxed your own fortune. It was silly of you to even think you stood a chance.

You swallow the lump of your throat and elicit yourself to speak up. “S-so, Juyeon—” God, that hurt to say. “What brings y-you in?”

Juyeon relaxes in his seat, pursing his lips. “To be 100% with you, I’m not too sure. There’s this whole stigma surrounding me that I could have any girl I wanted, right? Star pitcher for SNU, grades that aren’t the worst, every guy wants to be me and every girl wants me. Why am I here if that’s true?”

He could have any girl he wanted. He could have you in a second if he asked. So, why was he here?

“Um— I-I don’t know. Why do you think so?”

“I think it’s probably because I don’t feel worthy of her. I feel like she deserves better than someone like me. And I never know how to approach her without coming off as an entitled jerk either. I’ve just been admiring her from afar for a while and everything sort of boiled over when I realized we aren’t getting any younger, you know? I think it’s time I made my move.” Juyeon explains, twiddling his fingers in his lap.

Whoever this girl is, must be something special since he talks so highly of her, you conclude. Each syllable of each word chips at your heart, eventually driving a wedge right through those cracks and shattering it entirely. You write a summarized version of his confession down with a shaky hand, willing away the tears threatening to pour from your eyes. You see this as the opportunity to distract yourself for a second, to recalibrate your systems and get back on track before you crumble right in this chair.

When you started Love Loop, the possibility of having to assist your crush in asking out the girl of his dreams was never something you considered. In fact, you never thought about your crush at all during the process. The reason the club came to fruition was because of your desire to bring people together in the name of love.

Lee Juyeon’s case was no different. Sitting across from you, dishing all of his deepest secrets and most vulnerable feelings about the girl he liked, was not the Lee Juyeon you were in love with. He was a client requesting your aid in his quest for love of his own. Who were you to stand in the way of that? Besides, if Juyeon was happy, then so were you. And that was what mattered the most, didn’t it?

“Who’s the lucky lady?” You pluck up the courage to ask, not only because you needed that information, but because you were curious.

“Chou Tzuyu. I’m in love with Chou Tzuyu.” He replies following a beat, staring out of the window catty-corner from him.

Oh.

Even after bandaging your heart as quickly as possible and picking yourself up to hold your head high, he unintentionally found a way to pull it apart once more and knock you back down. Through trembling lips and a dull ache deep inside of you, you force a smile. “I can’t wait to get you and Tzuyu together.”

You were lying, but he didn’t have to know that. In fact, he didn’t have to know anything at all. As long as he was happy at the end of the day, right? It was the client who came first.

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Me and All My Heathens - Rhett Abbott

I do love all the incredible smut that’s been posted for this sexy cowboy 🤠

But I wanted some soft family man Rhett, and this popped into my head while working!

Summary: good ol’ Abbott family fun

Warnings: just mind melting fluff, maybe a mention or smidge of smut

His hand rests on your thigh, and his other hand is on the steering wheel. There's some love song playing softly, you can barely make out the lyrics over the soft snoring coming from the middle of the van.

You look over your shoulder for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes. Your two year old is sleeping, and your 11 month old is swatting at his toy with one hand with his other stuffed in his mouth.

“They’re fine,” Rhett grumbles, he squeezes your thigh playfully before moving his hand up to your stomach. His thumb rubs up and down against the fabric of your sweater dress.

“Just wanted to check on my boys,” you shoot him a look. “I don’t think they’ve ever been this relaxed in the car before.”

Rhett just hums, eyes focusing on the road ahead. You stifle a yawn, hand going to your seat adjuster. Your chair reclines back a bit and you adjust your hips to a comfortable position. From your new position, it’s easier to admire your husband.

His hair is ruffled from his hat. He’d taken it off before he began driving. Theres a layer of scruff on his face, and his lips are pursed in thought. Your hand reaches out to tuck some hair back out of his face.

He catches your hand in his and presses a quick kiss to your palm before releasing it. There’s a glint in his eye and you chuckle.

“What?” He questions gruffly, sounding very much like his father for a millisecond.

“I just realized I forgot to check on my big boy,” you tease, leaning across the console to kiss his cheek.

Rhett’s cheeks flush, he wants so desperately to turn his head and kiss you so passionately your socks will fall off, but he also knows there’s three extra lives in the car he’s responsible for now. Three years ago, he would’ve pulled the vehicle over and had you the way he wanted but it’s hard with two little ones in the back and your belly in the way.

He’s full on lost in thought, eyes glinting in a familiar way. He’s definitely thinking about that one time two years ago. He’s got a coy smile on his face, the kind he gets before he bends you over the nearest surface.

“Remember that one time?” Rhett smirks, being as vague as possible to elicit a reaction from you.

You rest your head on your chin. You’re pretending to think about his question, it’s impossible to know what time he’s talking about. “No, babes, I have no idea what time you’re thinking of.”

His blue eyes leave the road for the briefest second, sparkling wildly. The look reminds you of a younger Rhett, one that had just put a ring on your finger and wanted nothing more than you by his side. He’s interrupted before he can indulge you in the dalliance that occupies his mind.

“Dada? We dere yet?” Ryder inquires, the two year old’s eyes are fighting to stay open. He lets out a large yawn as you peak your head over your shoulder.

His voice startles his little brother, you can see Colt in the baby mirror. His hand is no longer in his mouth, eyes wide threatening crocodile tears.

“Almost there, buddy,” Rhett reassures just as he pulls off the road and down the Abbott driveway. The normally yellow driveway is covered in a layer of snow.

You smile as the house comes into view. Royal had hung Christmas lights recently, something he’d taken to doing once Amy came along.

You can see Perry standing on the porch, eagle eyes watching your van pull in slowly.

Rhett groans. “He’s going to give me shit about the van.”

You roll your eyes as he pulls to a stop in front of the house. “He’s your older brother, he gives you shit for everything.”

Rhett just scoffs, playfully annoyed as he puts the van in park. He’s quick to get his seat belt off and get around to your door.

Perry is just as quick, bounding down the steps and walking to the car with fervour only an uncle who hasn’t seen his nephews in days has.

The door behind yours is pulled open at the same time as yours. Rhett helps you out and on your feet as Perry unclips Ryder. You can hear the giggles from your oldest as his uncle tickles his belly.

“Getting so big buddy!” Perry laughs, placing the boy on his hip and walking him towards the porch.

Your husband places a hand on your lower back as he leads you behind Perry towards the house, you hesitate. Colt is still in his car seat, he’s whining and the sound breaks your heart.

“Can’t leave the baby in the car,” you say, turning back to go get him.

“I will get the baby. The gorgeous pregnant lady is going to get her cute little butt in the house where she’ll be comfortable.” Rhett reasons back, eyes intense as they stare you down. He means business and who are you to argue with him, he looks especially sexy when he bosses you around, but you'll wait until everyone else is asleep to tell him.

Perry hands you Ryder as he goes to assist his brother. “I’ll help you grab the bags.”

Ryder yawns as he leans his head against your shoulder. You rub a hand up his back as you open the front door.

“Nice mini van by the way,” Perry snarks as you slip into the warm house. You giggle to yourself, brothers.

You don’t hear Rhett’s reply as you walk into the warmth of the Abbott family home. Your in-laws are seated on the couch, a holiday movie playing quietly on the TV. Amy sits on a lounger beside them, looking the ever bored teenager she recently became.

She’s the first to notice you as you set Ryder down on the ground. The little Abbott boy runs past his grandparents and straight to the farm dog that is sleeping like it's dead in the corner.

Royal and Cecelia both lift themselves from the couch, they each embrace you. Cecelia presses a kiss to your forehead, cupping your belly lovingly.

"You are absolutely glowing!" She smiles, you can see the excitement behind her eyes. She loves having little Abbott's running around the ranch. "How are your parents? You had a nice visit?"

"They're doing well, they say hi. They sent us back with pie." You laugh pointing to the bag that Perry has appeared in the kitchen with.

Royal is quick to inspect the contents, and Cecelia follows him, shaking her head and mumbling something about his health. You chuckle watching the two, it amazes you how after all these years they are still those two kids that fell in love.

A yip from the dog draws your eyes to your oldest boy. Ryder is pulling his tail and it's clear the dog is unhappy.

"Ryder William Abbott, you leave that dog alone right now." You project sternly, eyes narrowing at the little boy.

His gaze drops as he releases the dog's tail and mopes over to you. Rhett is suddenly at your side, with no idea what's going on but ready to back you up at any moment. Ryder's lip juts out as he wraps his arms around your legs.

"Sworry, momma," his bright eyes shine up at you. This face makes him look just like his father and you melt a little inside.

Rhett, sensing your resolve crumbling with the look given to you by your oldest baby, steps in. He crouches to the ground and holds on to your son's shoulder.

"You don't like it when Colt hits you, do you?" Rhett questions, face deadly serious.

The whole house has gone quiet, the family in the kitchen pretending to keep themselves busy while definitely listening in.

Ryder nods, shifting back and forth on his feet. He looks at his father and then back to you, trying to win your empathy.

"We can't go around hurting other people or animals, buddy. It's not nice." Rhett lectures, it's hot when he goes into full-on dad mode.

Ryder nods, his dad lets him go and he runs off to play with some toys. Colt's little footsteps can be heard behind you, you turn to catch the little boy but he blasts right past you towards his older brother.

"Wow," Perry laughs, as he joins you and Rhett in the living room, beer in hand. "You've got a little handful there."

Both the Abbott parents chuckle deviously at that.

"Reminds me of you boys when you were that little," Royal says as he sits back down on the couch.

Rhett leads you to the other couch, letting you perch yourself there before he sits as well. He pulls your back against his body and you lean into him. His hand splays itself over your stomach, sending the baby within into a kicking fit.

"Uncle Rhett," Amy sings, her voice going up an octave. She wants something.

He looks up at her, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Yes?" He questions, not trying to let her hear his hesitation.

"Are we going to have our usual sleepover?" She inquires, shooting her dad a dirty look when he laughs out loud.

It was a tradition they'd started years ago when you and Rhett had first started dating. At the start of every school holiday, Rhett, Amy, Perry and yourself would camp out on the living room floor and watch movies. With the boys being so little last year, neither joined but you imagine that Ryder will throw a hissyfit if he's not allowed to join.

"Of course, kiddo." He smiles, his face lighting up genuinely. He loves that his teenage niece still wants to keep up their little traditions. "but aunt Y/N won't be joining us."

You can't even bring yourself to be sad about it. With the size of your stomach, there's no way that the living room floor would be comfortable. Not to mention how your back is sore in a normal bed, god forbid you sleep without your pregnancy pillow.

"That's fair," Amy replies, smiling happily.

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The Holiday Arrangement

Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings. Masterlists Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: Tensions boil over between Y/n and Andy when she proposes an unconventional arrangement Warnings: Angst

“Outside.”

From just his text, Y/n could tell that Andy was still mad at her. Over the past three days, she'd wasted hours at night thinking about how he'd misconstrued her words- and how it was, at least in part, her fault. She should have clarified that she thought it was good for Grace,

She should have gone with them to the Christmas village.

It wasn't like going with them had meant forgetting about being separated- even if part of her wished it did. She missed it sometimes; him, the life they had together, their family. The first three years after Grace had been born had probably been the best years of Y/n’s life; Andy was thrilled to be a father again, she was an excited first time mother and Grace was a bubbly baby then toddler- they were all so happy. It was hard to believe that things had fallen apart so quickly.

As Y/n descended the stairs, she shook off the pang of emotion that had proded at her chest; remembering what they were in comparison to what they’d become always hurt, but the holidays were making it worse somehow. It might have been because she’d grown used to the way things were or it could have been the fact that even things had started going sour a couple years before she’d filed for divorce, she and Andy had always sought a way to patch things up around Christmas time.

Maybe it was because she could see so clearly that Grace was unhappy.

Andy was just coming up the porch steps, Grace perched on his hip with her head laid on his right shoulder while her bag was hooked on the left one and her stuffed toy was held in his free hand, when Y/n pulled the front door open. "Hey," he mouthed with a tired smile, matching her soft one. "Sorry we're late," he whispered, moving past Y/n as she ushered them inside, shutting the cold out the minute he stepped off the mat.

"Its okay," still maintaining her faint soiree, Y/n relieved Andy of Grace's bag and stuffed toy, “Why don’t you go put her down, I’ll deal with this later.” He nodded, heading upstairs wordlessly.

Determined to iron things out between them, for their daughter's sake above all else, Y/n set Grace’s things down before moving to the kitchen to get a couple wine glasses out of the cupboard and then a bottle of wine out of the integrated refrigerator. She was just fitting the corkscrew to the top- or at least, trying to- when Andy came down again, pausing on the other side of the counter.

“Do you want me to….?” When she glanced up, pausing her clumsy struggle, he was gesturing to the bottle.

Y/n huffed a shaking chuckle, “Thank you.” Gnawing on her lower lip, she slid the bottle across the counter, watching intently as Andy twisted the device into the cork with barely any effort. “See,” she giggled dryly, “This is why I’ve been drinking shitty screw top wine.”

Andy grinned and slowly, Y/n could feel the tension between them melting away, “You could get one of those uh…” He thought on it for a moment as he handed over the bottle so Y/n could pour them each a glass, “The electric ones.”

Before responding, Y/n drew in a sip of her wine, humming contentedly as notes of smokey vanilla and cherry danced on her tongue, “I keep meaning to buy one,” she glanced down into her glass, not knowing how to tell him that she missed when he’d open wine bottles; it always meant that they were about to spend time together. “I just….I’ve got a million things to do-”

“Of course,” Andy nodded awkwardly, “I noticed-”

“I’m sorry-” They spoke in unison, words fumbling and leading to a moment of flustered apologies followed by Andy encouraging her to go first,  “Oh, I was just gonna apologize for Wednesday. I didn’t mean to….doesn’t matter.” She shook her head, deciding that there was no use in explaining that she hadn’t meant to hurt his or Grace’s feelings- she had and all she could do was tell him what she had meant and hope he believed her. “I didn’t say ‘no’ because of what’s going on between us,” she punctuated her words with another sip of wine, and Andy mirrored the gesture as he listened, “I just thought that if Gracey saw that she could have a good time with us separately then maybe she’d  be more open to the two Christmases thing. And I didn’t want to confuse her….but she’s five and I’m an idiot, so I guess I just hurt her instead.”

Across the counter, Andy sighed and when Y/n set her glass down, pressing her hands to the chilly surface, he rested one of his hands over hers, “You’re not an idiot,” he words prompted her to lift her head and match her shining gaze with his, “You’re a mother who’s trying to do the right thing,” he moistened his lips and gave her hand a squeeze, “I shouldn’t have accused you of being selfish when all you do is put her first. All you’ve ever done is put both of us first….even when I didn’t deserve it.”

Y/n glanced at their joined hands. She didn’t know how to respond to what he’d said, so she attempted to brush it off, “What were you gonna say?” When Andy furrowed his brows, she clarified, “Earlier, you noticed….”

“Oh-Oh!” He pulled his hand away and Y/n tired to pretend that the abrupt end in contact didn’t bother her, “I noticed that you didn’t get the lights hung, did your guy have to reschedule or something?” He questioned causally, taking a drag of red.

She’d almost forgotten that she’d lied about having someone to do it and with that realization came another; she’d forgotten to ask her friends if they had any recommendations. “No, no,” Y/n stuttered, feeling her cheeks go warm, “I um, I lied about that; I didn’t have anyone I just didn’t want it to be weird,” she cringed.

“Well, I offered, so,” he shrugged awkwardly and they paused and after a minute, he added suddenly, “I’ll come over tomorrow-”

“Oh, I don’t want you to go out of your way-”

“It wouldn’t be out of my way,” Andy shrugged again, that time with one shoulder, “Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be here. Its just lights, Y/n, and I’m happy to do it.”

Y/n hesitated as she studied everything he’d just said; for a moment, he reminded her of the man she’d married- not the one she’d divorced. “Thank you,” she smiled faintly. “Refill?” She offered, off the cuff.

Andy drained his glass and fished through his pockets for his keys, “I probably shouldn’t,” despite his refusal, Y/n thought she saw his expression fall a little, “Gotta drive,” he jingled his keys a little.

“I’ll walk you out,” she rounded the counter, taking her almost empty glass with her. In silence, they strolled towards the front door, and when they reached it, Y/n hesitantly reached for the knob and opened it. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will definitely see me tomorrow,” Andy reaffirmed, “Good night Y/n,” a hint of a smile graced his lips, brightening his tired features.

She freed one of her hands so she could reach out and affectionately grip his forearm, “Goodnight Andy.” Then, without thinking, possibly because the moment felt like one out of a happier time, Y/n leaned up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his cheek. 

But he turned- or maybe she’d estimated wrong.

Whatever the cause; before either of them could register it, their lips were pressed together and instead of moving to break their accidental kiss, Y/n lifted her hand to his face while Andy laid his on her hip. The thought of pulling away didn’t even come to mind until Andy moved to deepen the endearment- that was when Y/n stepped back with a gasp. “I am so sorry,” her hand, formerly on his cheek, flew to her lips though she swore she could still feel the roughness of his beard on her soft fingers. She’d missed that.

“My fault,” he pointed towards his own chest accusingly, “I shouldn’t have-”

“No, that was totally on me,” a nervous sound escaped her throat, “I was the one that-”

“No, that was totally on me,” a nervous sound escaped her throat, “I was the one that-”

“You know what?” He cut her off, “Doesn’t even matter, it was probably the wine,” or maybe it wasn’t, “And I gotta go,” he gestured towards the door.

“You should do that,” unwittingly, Y/n licked her lips, “Good night, again.”

Andy nodded briskly, stepping outside, under the glow of the yellow porch light, “Yeah, okay, ‘night,” he half waved before turning on his heel and retreating towards his car, parked near the sidewalk. With shaking breaths, Y/n waited until he’d started the car and pulled off before hastily shutting the door only to press her back firmly to the wooden surface. In one long swing, she finished off her wine only to bring her hand to her mouth once more.

She couldn’t believe she’d just done that.

She hadn’t realized how much she missed it. 

The next day.  Before heading towards the front door, Andy lingered in the security of his car for a handful of minutes longer. He had kissed his ex-wife- or maybe she had kissed him. The specifics didn’t matter. But it did matter that she’d pushed him away when, primarily on muscle memory, he’d moved to deepen the kiss. It had been such an instinctive gesture, and even though they hadn’t kissed in almost a year, being like that with her felt so natural.

He’d missed that. Andy missed his wife, everything they had together.

Fiddling with the bottom of the steering wheel, Andy mulled over his and Y/n’s kiss, and their failed marriage, for a moment more before deciding that it was time to get out of the car. As promised, he’d gotten to her place just after lunch that Sunday afternoon in anticipation of putting up the garland and lights on the roof and windows. It was something he’d been doing since their first Christmas together; she loved decorating and he loved seeing her happy.

Upon reaching the front door, Andy was about to tap the cool surface with his fist when it swung open abruptly. “Hey,” Y/n smiled tightly before inviting him inside.

“Hi,” Andy matched her forced grin and he could easily tell that the awkwardness from the previous night had yet to let up. Swallowing harshly, he rubbed his hand over the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his beard under his worn touch. After the flustered greeting, they lingered in the foyer, fumbling for things to say; it was clear that they were both still thinking about that kiss. Though, Andy wasn’t sure if they were thinking about it in the same way;

Did she regret it? Or did she miss him the way he missed her?

“So the lights,” he disturbed the tense silence, “Do you-”

“Daddy!” Grace’s small voice reached his ears minutes before she bent the corner and came barreling towards him. Andy made it to his knees just in time for her to crash into his chest, only for him to easily scoop her up.

“Hey there Bunny,” he chuckled brightly as he stood again, maintaining his hold on her as he did. “Missed you so much,” Andy peppered her small face with a series of kisses, prompting Grace to giggle loud and wildly.

“That tickles daddy!” She laughed, cupping his face in her tiny hands.

Burying his face in the side of her head, Andy squeezed her affectionately for a moment before rearing his head back a bit, “You smell like cinnamon, what’s my little Gracey up to?”

“We’re making a gingerbread house!” She explained excitedly, and out of the corner of his eye, he noted that Y/n had perked up. “Mommy and I made all the pieces ourselves,” Grace continued proudly. Before he could think to stop it, Andy’s smile faltered; Y/n had been trying to make that a tradition amongst the three of them since Grace turned three and for two years, she’d put it off because he was too busy with work. Now they were doing it without him.

Struggling to maintain his former mood, Andy powered through the strange mixture of guilt and disappointment that had settled in his chest. “That’s awesome, Bunny,” he beamed with feigned vigor, “I can’t wait to see it when you guys are done.” He sent Grace down, and she skipped off towards the kitchen to wait for her mother.

“You guys are making gingerbread houses,” Andy noted, returning his attention to Y/n, whose smile had also faded. 

“Yeah,” she hugged her arms, “You know it was something I’ve wanted to do.”

Andy nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I know,” he paused, trying to talk himself out of his next words, “I’m sorry I was such a jerk about it last year….and the year before-”

“Its okay,” Y/n waved dismissively, “I get it; Christmas isn’t your thing,” she shrugged.

“But it is yours,” Andy emphasized. She loved all of it; the decorating, the music, the snow, the movies and the baking. Sure, he’d gone through the motions, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he also wasn’t there for a lot; Grace’s first time seeing Santa Claus, all the times they’d baked cookies together and went shopping. He’d put work in front of them so many times.

“Its okay, promise,” Y/n reaffirmed, “Its over now.”

Over- done, finished, never to be revisited.

Yet another stint of silence was traded and finally, Andy remembered his original reason for being there; the lights and the garland. “I should get started,” he pointed towards the door with his thumb.

“Yeah, right,” Y/n smiled hesitantly, “Well, be careful, you know with the ladder and everything. And its probably slippery up there.”

Andy dismissed her concern with a casual wave, “Ah, I know my way around that roof,” he teased. He was about to say something else when Grace poked her head into the hallway, a smidge of frosting swiped onto her cheek as she excitedly asked if Y/n was coming back. “You should probably…..”

“Definitely,” Y/n laughed softly, starting to walk away, “Oh! The ladder’s where you left it in the garage and I put the lights in there too.  Yell if you need me,” she added before turning the corner and waving absently. Andy lingered there long enough to hear Y/n and Grace laughing in the kitchen, if he’d been a better husband, he would have been there too. 

Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat, Andy shook his head and moved over to the side door that led to the garage; if he’d been a better husband, a lot of things would have been different.

Somewhere between inviting Andy to stay for dinner then a movie and hot cocoa, and lounging on the sofa Grace cuddled between them as Polar Express played on the television, Y/n realized that, like their daughter, she longed for Christmas to be the way it was before. Accepting that her marriage was failing had been tough and their divorce had been heartbreaking, but being reminded of everything they used to be was like a turning blade buried in her chest. She missed everything that came with them being together- taking Grace to the Christmas village together, movie nights, building snowmen and watching Andy show Grace how put out milk and cookies on Christmas Eve night.

It was possible that she’d been missing that even before they’d separated.

The thought made Y/n’s face fall. With a sigh, she shook her head and carried on with tidying the kitchen, occasionally throwing an eye out towards the living room, where both Andy and Grace were caught between dozing off and trying to stay awake for the last thirty minutes of the movie. He was slouched into the corner of the sofa, a throw pillow wedged behind him, one leg sprawled out along the length of the couch while one arm laid draped on the tweed upholstered armrest while the other secured Grace’s small body to his broad, sweater clad chest. It had been nice, she thought, going through the day together without fighting with him, then having dinner together and finally sitting together to watch a movie. If only it could be like that again.

Then it hit her; maybe it could.

Maybe they could go back to some semblance of what they used to be, just for the holidays. The idea sparked a wildfire in her mind and suddenly, it seemed like the perfect solution to their predicament- she just needed to get Andy on board.

Prompted by the excitement of her idea, Y/n began cleaning up a little quicker, and when the movie was through, she caught Andy before he took Grace upstairs, after he graciously offered to get her ready for bed so Y/n could finish up in the kitchen, asking if they could talk before he left. Naturally, he’d obliged promising that it probably wouldn’t take long since Grace seemed all tuckered out.

With haste, Y/n made short work of loading their empty mugs into the dishwasher, along with the rest of dishes from dinner, put the leftovers away and stowed their gingerbread house.

She was just wiping down the counters when Andy returned, that time with a few wet spots on his sweater, presumably from wrangling Grace in and out of the bath, and then to and from the sink to brush her teeth. His eyes were tired and as he dragged himself towards the breakfast bar, so he could retire into a barstool. Upon sitting, he sighed softly and rubbed the area that connected his left shoulder to his neck

“You okay?” She frowned, setting the dish towel aside, “Did you mess up your shoulder again?” It was an old injury, he’d told her he’d gotten it during his short lived college football career, and ever so often, he’d do the wrong thing and aggravate it.

“No,” he winced, though trying his best to hide it, “Just a little stiff,” when she rounded the counter to stand behind him, Andy protested weakly, “You don’t have to-”

“Shh,” she cut him off with sternly, “Call it workman’s comp,” she joked quietly, placing her hands on the top of his shoulders so she could start kneading them soothingly. She’d probably done it a hundred times, sometimes just as a display of affection while he worked at the dining table, other times at night, before bed after he’d spent the day working outside. Every single time, it had felt natural, instinctive even- if the man she loved was in pain, then she was going to do something about it.

That night, it felt natural too, just like old times.

“That feels amazing,” Andy hummed with a gentle sigh, relaxing into her touch. “You know, I got one of those things, those…..massage pillow things- I hate it. Doesn’t do it like you,” he added softly.

“Well, I do know your body,” she commented with a brief laugh, only thinking of how inappropriate it sounded after the careless words had broken air, “That sounded…..wrong.”

Andy chuckled heartily, “Well, technically it isn’t, but I got what you meant,” he sighed again, speaking up after a couple minutes of silence that for once, in a damn long time, felt comfortable. “Maybe we-"

“Can I ask you-”

They both stopped and Andy huffed while Y/n gnawed on her lower lip, “We did it again.”

“Yeah,” she suspired heavily, “Not as in sync as we used to be,” she noted with halfhearted amusement, when really, the comment killed her a little inside. They used to be so in-tune with each other, now it was hard to believe that they’d once been married for seven years.

“What were you gonna ask me?” Andy turned slightly to regard her, and shaking her head, Y/n straightened his head by gently cupping his jaw and shifting his face, “Sorry,” he chortled quietly. In her mind. Y/n almost reprimanded herself for crossing a boundary like that, but quickly realized that it couldn’t have been worse than kissing him and offering to rub his shoulders. 

A shuddered breath vacated her bare lips and she attempted to remedy the abrupt onset of nerves. Just ask him. Hesitating for a moment more, Y/n finally relented. “I’ve been thinking……do you wanna…..do you miss the way things were?”

It took a while, but eventually, Andy probed, “What do you mean?”

“Like….Christmas, the way we did things before…..it went bad,” she cringed at her wording, wishing she’d said it differently.

Andy swallowed thickly, “Of course I miss it,” he admitted, almost below his breath, “Don’t you.”

Emitting a sound of acknowledgement, Y/n kept her profession just as low, “I didn’t think I did….but I do,” pausing, she used a minute to gather her courage and rearrange the way she wanted to vocalize her thoughts, “What if we just….went back to that for a while,” her hands, still rubbing into his broad shoulders, slowed down a little so she could properly gauge his reaction.

Even from behind, she could see that his brows were knitted and his lips were turned down in confused frown, “What do you mean?”

There wasn’t anything too definitive behind his words, and Y/n knew him well enough to know that that probably wasn’t a good thing. It meant he was trying to disconnect and think logically- and logic stated that what she was suggesting was unhealthy and maybe even a little selfish. “I mean…..we’d go back to how things were when we were good- mostly. We wouldn’t be together, obviously, but we’d hang out together- with Gracey, of course. You’d spend the holidays here-"

Shrugging off her touch, Andy stood, “You were the one that didn’t want to confuse her.” His jaw was set tightly and his gaze hardened with anger- or maybe it was hurt. “You don’t want to go to a fucking Christmas village with us last week, and now all of a sudden you want me to move back here. That’s pretty fucking confusing to me!” He whisper-yelled, clearly infuriated.

“Keep your voice down,” she gritted; the last thing she wanted was for them to wake Grace with their fight.

“I am not yelling,” he countered, “You just don’t like what I’m saying because you know its true,” he accused pointedly, and Y/n folded her arms and glanced away, towards the darkened window hung over the kitchen sink. 

Huffing she shook her head, “You know what? Yeah, its true,” she glanced back at him, eyes ablaze, and the only thing keep her from yelling was their daughter sleeping upstairs, “Its true and I’m selfish-”

“I never said you were selfish-”

“You implied it,” she countered, before he could finish.

Andy scoffed, scrunching his face and shaking his head, “No I did not. I said that you were confusing- which you are,” he licked his lips and scrubbed a hand along his beard, “One minute you want her to be okay with us being divorced the next you want me to move back in here so we can play house. Newsflash Y/n, I never wanted this life,” furiously, he jabbed himself in the chest.

“Yeah, well you didn’t want to admit that there was anything wrong with the one we had either,” clenching her jaw, Y/n dropped her hands, slapping one to the counter while letting the other fall to the side, “You just,” she shook her head, “Nothing is good enough for you; this is exactly what you wanted; the Andew fucking Barber way- paint on a smile and pretend it isn’t falling apart,” she threw her hands up dramatically.

“That’s not what I wanted; its some shitty consolation prize,” planting his hands on his hips, he turned away and retorted a bit further, “And for the record, nothing was wrong with us; I mean, I wasn’t the best but you weren’t really a picnic either. You were stubborn and pessimistic; you were so fucking mad all the time- everything I did was wrong."

Not even wanting to entertain the idea that she might have been wrong too, Y/n stepped towards the living room, putting a bit more space between them. “This from the man that begged me to not go through with the separation,” when the court had first granted them a legal separation, Andy had pleaded with her to reconsider- to him they weren't broken, just a little bend out of shape. Simultaneously though, he didn't want to change anything; Andy was staunchly against therapy and had only offered it towards the very end, though even then, it was just to placate her- it was his last ditch effort to slap duct tape on a sinking boat.

Placing her hand on her chest in what she’d hoped would be a self-soothing gesture, Y/n let out an exasperated breath and allowed her tone to settle with her next words, “Just forget about it,” she swallowed thickly, trying to no cry- the last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad and give in because she was crying. “Forget I asked, I’ll see you Wednesday.”

Nodding stiffly, he grabbed his coat from where it was draped over the back of the stool at the end of the counter, “Yeah,” he agreed, edge of anger still caught in his tone as he set off down the hallway, “Wednesday.”

Tagging: @patzammit @funfickgirl22 @talesofadragon @royalwritersoftheuniverses @what-is-your-plan-today

#chris evans #cevans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #the holiday arrangement

[gayassbish]

FIREWORKS IN THE SNOW WITH YOIMIYA! MODERN AU

From the CHRISTMAS event! Find it here! | 1.6k Words

Genre: Fluff

Reader: Gender Neutral

Synopsis: Celebrating your girlfriend's family's winter-tradition!

YOIMIYA recently remembered how there’s a special tradition in Naganohara family.

Whenever Yoimiya was a kid, her dad would light up these specially crafted fireworks- made especially for the winter times.

The were special in the sense that they could be visible even amongst the brightest, plummeting snow. As a child, Yoimiya loved seeing the white sky illuminate with the even brighter light of fireworks.

However, Yoimiya will admit it has been a while since she’s done that. Moving out of her parent’s home and the years getting busier with the trials and tribulations of adulthood has led to her no longer continuing that tradition. But, being with you has really taught her that it’s important to embrace your inner child and reminisce those memories.

So on the day forecasted of the first snow of the year, Yoimiya invites you over. It’s been several months since the two of you guys have been dating (after being friends for a while.) And Yoimiya decides what better way to celebrate than reimbursing an old tradition!

Hence, why here you are- walking up the driveway to Yoimiya’s house. But before you can even ring the door bell, she bursts the door open. “Oh my god! You’re finally here,” Yoimiya gives a quick peck to your check before pulling you by the hand. Running behind her through the halls of her house, she gives you a big smile and says “Come on! I got it all set up for us.” And before you can even register everything that happened you’re already in the backyard of her beautiful house.

You stand in the middle of it in awe. “It’s so… romantic.” You take in your surroundings and look toward Yoimiya who wears a proud smile. What were once orange maple trees, are now naked without their signature warm leaves; and a lit with golden Christmas lights. There’s a stuffed animal-filled tent, placed in what was once a flower garden of marigolds, that is facing the direction of the trees. But it is not without the big brown cardboard box in the middle of the yard filled with various of fireworks.

“I may have went a little over board.” Yoimiya says sheepishly while rubbing her neck, “But I really wanted to make this special… for us you know?” She looks back at you with a soft smile that you can’t help but return.

“It’s perfect.” You hold onto her neck and give her a quick peck. “Even better than I imagined!” You say cheerily and watch your girlfriend beam as she wraps her arms around your waist.

“Just wait till we get these bad boys in the sky!” Yoimiya says all giddy. “Oh, and I set a tent for us so we could wait till the snow comes out!” Yoimiya takes you by the hand to the her cozy tent.

Free from the chilly breeze you enter inside first and sit down on the blankets and pillows Yoimiya prepared for you. Yoimiya comes in and zips the tent up to keep the cold air out.

“This is so cute!” You hug onto a lion plushie and watch Yoimiya turn a faint red.

“Ha.. a little embarrassing to admit but I’ve had Leo since childhood.” Yoimiya flusters in her own memories of sleeping alongside her lion plushie, Leo.

“Aww and you even gave it a name! I think that’s even cuter!” You put down the soft toy and continue to ask about the various other plushies inside the tent.

While Yoimiya takes a trip down memory lane, you watch the tent get darker. Small little dots fall onto roof of the bright tent and Yoimiya pauses in her story to look at you.

“It’s snowing!” Said in synchronous excitement, Yoimiya quickly unzips the tent and you follow.

The light snow melts quickly into the palm of your hand. Yoimiya tries to catch a snowflake onto her tongue as you can’t help but giggle at her silliness and snap a selfie with her acting all goofy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever caught the first snow before! Is this a sign of good luck?” You ask as you watch Yoimiya fumble in the box of fireworks.

“Hmmm… I’m not sure to be honest. But whenever I’d shoot these babies into the sky, I’d make a wish!” Yoimiya holds up several different types of rockets- that make you question their legality- but with Yoimiya's assured smile, you can't help to think they are.

“Well, let’s get them into the sky!” You grab some of the fireworks from her to help her out and watch her light them one by one with a matchbox.

“Step back a bit.” Yoimiya protectively holds her arm out to push you back. As you both wait intensively for the first one to light up into the air.

“Okay ready? Three… two… one…” The crackling noises come to an end as the first of the fireworks goes into the sky, “Quick make a wish!” And the other fireworks follow up into the air and explode.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!* They pop into the air as you watch Yoimiya close her eyes and cross her fingers and you do the same, secretly wishing to come to do this again next year.

When you open your eyes again, you see a view that’s even more beautiful than you’d imagine from what Yoimiya described she saw as a kid. The fireworks light up the pale white sky with a hue of yellowish orange, and it almost looks like the stars are amongst the snow. It's breathtaking.

“Wow…” You gape in awe and Yoimiya chuckles.

“It’s pretty amazing, right?” Yoimiya turns to look at you as she takes in the beautiful view of the sky alongside you getting lost in your own world.

“Yeah…” You get lost into the view while Yoimiya lights up hand-held sparklers.

“Here, take ‘em!” Yoimiya hands you two sparklers and quickly runs to the back of her house. “Wait right there! I’m coming back.” And before you can even ask what’s she’s doing.. she’s off.

You take the time to enjoy the sparklers in your hands, watching them fizzle out and putting them alongside the rest of the used fireworks.

Yoimiya comes back with a blanket bundled up under her arm as she drapes it over your head.

“What’s this for?” You giggle, pushing the blanket, so it doesn’t block your view.

“You were so lost in the sky that you didn’t even notice you were shivering, silly!” Yoimiya grabs the ends of the sheets to wrap it around you securely. She tugs on the ends and nods to herself to make sure you look ‘warm’ enough to her. “This will do.” She smiles at you and sits down on the dead grass, patting the area beside her as you join her.

“Don’t you want to come in?” You open the blanket and offer for her to snuggle alongside but Yoimiya shakes her head.

“I’m good at this temperature, but can I lay my head on your lap?” She gets comfortable on your thighs- before you can even agree. Already using your legs as if it were her own personal pillow.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could yet.” You fake an offended pout and Yoimiya laughs, shifting more of her weight on your legs.

"Oho, am I no longer allowed too, hmm?" Yoimiya pesters you teasingly and you can't help but give in.

"I never said that! Just that you couldn't... yet." You mumble looking away, already admitting defeat, but Yoimiya can't help herself but to press on.

"Hmm? What was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" Yoimiya grins cockily.

You scoff, "Ugh you heard me!" You scowl down at her and Yoimiya laughs, putting her arms up in surrender.

"Alright, alright, you got me... I'll stop." Yoimiya laughs and looks at you semi-earnestly, "...for now anyways."

"Yoimiya!" You squeal and watch Yoimiya laugh. She just can't help herself to stop teasing you. Your reactions are much too adorable to her, so much so, that even when you guys were still friends harboring crushes for each other, Yoimiya really had to have immense self-control to stop herself from making you into a flustered mess whenever she got the chance to.

But if it wasn’t obvious enough, she's really happy you reciprocated her feelings. Being with you has allowed a sense of calmness in her colorful life. Your presence is always a soothing one to her, she'd say.

Which leads to where you are now. Yoimiya comfortable on your lap, watching your face peek out from the blankets and the snow still falling from above. She finds herself thinking that this is a sight she could get used too.

"Hey, Y/N?" Yoimiya interrupts your thoughts as you got lost in the view above, yet again.

You look down at her, "Yes, Yoimiya?" You ask jokingly, trying to lighten up her serious face.

"Thanks for doing this with me." Yoimiya says out of the blue, and before you can comment on her needless gratitude, she continues. "I've wanted to get back into recreating my old memories for nostalgia purposes but... I guess I sorta lost motivation, being so far away from home," Yoimiya reaches out for your hand inside the blanket and you clasp her hand back, tight.

"I wouldn't want to recreate or create new-old memories with anyone else." You gingerly look at her to which Yoimiya gives you a big smile- one that reachers her eyes.

"Why don't we do this again next year?" Yoimiya sits up to meet you eye level. "Would you like that-"

"I'd love it!" You cut her off, too excited at the sound of her words. "It can be our new-old tradition!"

Yoimiya laughs, "Yea, it will."

The night comes to a close with more laughs and snuggles, but you can't help but wonder if wishing on fireworks really does make a wish come true.

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A/N: I’M SO SORRRY THIS IS LATE... I don't like making excuses either so... yeaaa

#genshin fluff #genshin women x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin wlw #genshin headcanons #christmas event #yoimiya x reader #yoimiya #yoimiya naganohara #yoimiya genshin impact

[avislazuli]

Joy to the world

Story: Joy to the world (Tori’s Christmas 4*)

Notes:

Unproofread and done for training purposes using lots of dictionary

Imouto gimi = young sister (+respectful honorific)

Mimi-chan: Tori’s sister’s stuffed toy who Mika repared in Poison a la Mode scout

Writer:  Yuumasu

Season: Winter

Yuzuru: Young master, imoutogimi, the tree is ready.

Tori: Thank you, Yuzuru.

Now, decorate with your big brother, I brought some adorns I thought you would like

Look, this stuffed animal is similar to Mimi-chan, isn't it? I was surprised when I saw it in the city!

Kagehira-senpai put flowers and jewels in it for me. It was a long time ago, but it seems that he still remembers.

He still cherishes the drawing you gave him! He even asked "how is your sister doing~?"

...

...Hey, why have you been so quiet all this time?

Why are you avoiding my eyes...?

(...I already know the reason. It's my fault that she is like this.

Daddy and mommy won't come back home for Christmas because of their work. And not just that, I'm busy this year too, my schedule is full

I wanted to spend time together even if it's before Christmas, that's why I came back today.

I was going to decorate the tree with her and give her a present, so she could enjoy Christmas at least a little earlier.

But she got angry when she knew that we couldn't spend Christmas together.

She was having fun talking about what she wanted to do for Christmas until a while ago, of course she is angry...)

...Hey, I actually brought a present for you―

Wait, where are you going? Come back!

She is gone...

...

Yuzuru: Excuse me, young master. Are you okay?

Tori: Yuzuru… I ruined it. I’m not a good older brother…

Christmas is special for her. She is often at home, so it's a rare opportunity for her to be with her busy family.

I'm sad. I thought I could make my sister smile if I became an idol. But I ended up taking her smile away.

Yuzuru: Young master, don't make that face. If your face is clouded by those feelings, the whole mansion would be wrapped in sadness.  

If we keep like this, the memories of this Christmas will be bitter. Now that you're back, shouldn't you face up with her?

Tori: ...Yes, you’re right.

[After a while]

Tori: ...  

...Hey, open the door and come over here.

I brewed tea for you. 一Would you let me talk? It's okay if it's only the time until you finish drinking.

Thanks. I'm sorry for making you feel bad.

...Yes, I know. You're a kind girl, so you understand my circumstances.

But the Christmas schedule you were looking forwad to just disappeared, you can't simply accept it right away.

But it's because I'll be absent for Christmas that I came here today.

Only for now, your brother is only yours. I’ll spoil you for daddy and mommy too. I’ll do anything.

So please tell me, what do you want me to do?

...Branco? Oh, have you been watching the PV everyday?

Fufu, I’m glad to hear that. Can I tell everyone in Branco? I’m sure they’ll be glad too.

Huh? Why are you apologizing? ...Were you angry at yourself?

...You can't help feeling lonely, even though you understand the importance of my idol activities, and that bothers you一  

Well, I used to feel like that in the past too, so I understand your feelings.

I knew our parents were busy, but I kept wondering “why can’t daddy and mommy stay with me?”

I hated that part of me that couldn’t smile when I had to say goodbye.

Fufu, we are similar in many ways, aren’t we?

...Oh, right. You said you thought about the PV as a Christmas present, right?

Follow me, I want to show you something.

[An hour later]

Yuzuru: We’ve arrived. Please, watch your feet.

Tori: Yes. ...Hey, isn’t it cold? Are you okay?

Are you struggling to move? Yuzuru made you wear those winter clothes.

It’ll be bad if you get ill, so please bear it.

...That’s right, our parents would never bring you here because they’re worried about your health.

That’s why we must keep this as a secret. A secret only between us...

Here, take my hand, so you won’t fall down. Let’s go this way.

...Look, it can be seen from here.

What do you think? It’s more beautiful than when you see it through the screen, right?

Fufu, your eyes are sparkling with happiness. I’m also happy to have brought you here.

...Would you accept the present I couldn’t give you before? I hope you like it.

...Thank goodness. I wanted to see your smile, so I visited a lot of shops and did my best to choose.

Thank you for always being there to support me.

Merry Christmas, I love you...   ♪  

#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #tori himemiya #yuzuru fushimi

[thesoapgirl]

teddy

I named him “Teddy” because it felt right and I think I was 7 or so and I wasn’t very original. If I could go back, I would give him a cute name like Honeydew or Maple, but no, I went with Teddy because he felt like the quintessential “teddy bear.” Just, brown. Brown bead eyes, and a brown bow at his neck. I liked him because he was simple and he felt right. He didn’t feel like all of the other cheap stuffed animals I had gotten so far in life. I loved the satin feel of his paws, through which, I could feel the small beads that gave his hands and feet more weight than other stuffed toys. He was balanced, evenly stuffed, proportioned just right, and perfect in my eyes. I can’t tell you what else I got that Christmas morning or who even gifted him to me, but I can perfectly remember unwrapping him and holding him up, my living room light a backdrop for what I believed to be the most perfect stuffed bear. 

Later, I would tell people that I named him after the 26th president of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt, to make the naming seem more profound, like I had taken the time to actually think about the name. I wanted to show off my genius, how I knew the trivial fact of the origin of the name of “Teddy’s Bear.” When I was younger, I felt the need to prove myself, to show everyone how smart I was. But, really, I named him “Teddy” because that is what he looked like. He looked like the perfect teddy bear. 

Later, I would come to terms with the fact that not everything has to be perfect or profound or extraordinarily significant, and naming a stuffed brown bear with brown eyes and a brown bow, “Teddy” is perfectly okay and fine. Not everything has to have meaning. Not everything has to be special and unique. He is just a stuffed brown bear that I named Teddy because I was young and I had object recognition.

He has followed me my entire life. He has lived in many different places; in my bed when I was young and found comfort in safe and warm things that I could hug and talk to. He’s lived in closets when I was old enough to be embarrassed of the things I loved, and in boxes when it was time to move. He spent a whole year in a classroom, near my teaching desk, and now he spends time on my bookshelf or my couch or my desk because sometimes I like to pick him up for a second and put him down somewhere else.  

I have picked him up once again, just now, and I am looking at him more closely, 22 years later. He is still the perfect brown, although a little faded, with brown bead eyes, and a brown bow at his neck, the ends of which I have tucked into the main loop to hide the fact that I chewed on them when I was younger. It gives him a more sophisticated look; he has a bowtie now instead of a bow. We’ve both grown up. He seems lighter now, though, more fragile. 

For some reason, the texture of his fur is different, it has spread in some places, and faded in others, and for some reason the fur around his face now covers most of his brown eyes, making them seem closed. He looks tired, and I empathize with that. Me too, Teddy. I sniff him, and he smells like all things that live in closets and corners and boxes in the dark do. The satin on his paws has started to wear away, the fabric is thinning out, and for the first time, I look at the tag on his bottom, half of which seems to have fallen off as time has passed.

 Here is what I can tell you: the manufacturer is a company called KELLYTOY, located in Los Angeles. His stuffing is polyester and the little beads in his hands and feet are actually plastic pellets, and he was made in China. I can’t tell you what year he was made. I tried googling different combinations of “KELLYTOY” and “brown bear” and “2002,” but I didn’t find him, my Teddy, and that makes him feel more special somehow.

And, now, as I am holding him again, my chest tightens. We’ve both survived this long. He’s a little matted and faded, and well, so am I. I am looking at him again, and I am reminded of the magic I have always believed in. The magic that lives in between the letters of words. The magic that lives in the spaces between pages and kissing lips and deep breaths. The same magic that allows me to convince myself that this stuffed brown bear with brown eyes and a brown bowtie is proud of me. That he’s watched me this entire time, from the boxes and the shelves and couches and desks and he is glad that I am still here.

#tumblr writing workshop with betts #am i doing this right? #week 1: show & tell #show don't tell #thanks you made me cry

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Hashira Secret Santa

(Modern AU?? This is really silly btw, probably ooc for the sake of funnies)

Obanai

Obanai gets thoughtful gifts for Mitsuri only and is pissed that Shinobu wouldn’t help him rig the pulls to get Mitsuri for the 5th time in a row. He tries to get nice and good gifts for everyone (even Giyuu on occasion). He’s the type to get shopping done early when the weather starts to change just to be extra prepared.

He ended up getting Muichiro a pair of headphones that are also noise cancelling.

He took Mitsuri out to dinner anyway

Muichiro

Muichiro…. he remembered to show up today so everyone was fine with that. He didn’t really know what would be a good gift and consulted Tanjiro on it since he knew Kyojuro (slightly) better. Tanjiro suggested getting him a flame patterned ramen bowl.

Muichiro ended up getting him a full ceramic set and a little owl shaped keychain.

Kyojuro

Kyojuro is somehow a mess and very organized when it comes to secret Santa shopping. Every year he goes through hell planning gifts- forgetting about them and then remembering and scrambling to buy things. And it always works out?!

He was very excited this year because Tengen always gave him the best gifts and he knew that only something flashy could match the flashy Hashira. Not only that he wanted to get something for his wives as well.

This man, got the gaudiest (fuck ugly) pair of sneakers custom made for Tengen. A horrific yet cohesive mess of colors and rhinestones and Tengen LOVES IT. Tengen is crying and already modeling the shoes- he will them for the rest of the party.

Kyojuro got a nice tea set for Hina, a book collection for Makio (disguised as a shoebox, I like to think she likes trashy romance and is embarrassed about it), and a giant 7ft tall stuffed animal for Suma.

For the first time ever, all three of them considered Tengen proposing to Kyojuro.

Tengen

Like Obanai, Tengen is also super pissed Shinobu wouldn’t help him get Kyojuro again this year. He plans his shopping ahead of time for at least a month and buys everything all in one day. He wraps it all in one day too.

Tengen admires Gyomei’s strength and fortitude, so getting a gift that represents that was very important to him. It only makes sense that the God of Festivals would get the flashiest and best gifts for his colleagues. So it came as a surprise to everyone when Gyomei opened his box to find several cat toys. Gyomei immediately started crying because he thought no one remembered his two cats. Tengen also offered to come over and set up a scratching post for them.

Gyomei

Sanemi was a hard person to shop for, even for Gyomei who prided himself on knowing good gifts to get people. The whole ordeal was really stressing him out. Especially since, Sanemi didn’t want to participate in the first place. Gyomei toiled over this for a long time before deciding to do something.

Sanemi opened to his box to find, sweaters. Hand knitted sweaters. They weren’t perfect but you could tell they were made with effort. Gyomei also motioned towards him, a hot chocolate making set with decorative mugs. Sanemi just stood a little quiet, then turned and said thank you while putting on the white and blue sweater.

Sanemi

Speaking on not wanting to participate, Sanemi hated the fact that he had pulled Giyuu’s name! He yelled- no- DEMANDED Shinobu pull again.

Being the brother he is Sanemi actually gets his shopping done in a timely manner and doesn’t stress over the holidays. He won’t admit it but Christmas time is a beloved time to him.

So imagine the frustration of getting Giyuu a gift. FUCKING GIYUU! The most punchable, antisocial loser imaginable! He thought it was dumb but didn’t want to get shit from anyone for just giving him a mug or something. What a pain…

He had to go to the one person that could help him now. Tanjiro…

Giyuu opens the box to find a light blue knit scarf with an ocean wave pattern at the ends. On top were two braided hair ties, one was blue and white and the other was red, yellow and green. Before anyone could say anything, Giyuu softly thanked him and tied the second tie into his hair. For some reason, they both looked embarrassed.

Giyuu

Every year Giyuu buys 5 gifts, one of Urokodaki, one for Makomo, one for Sabito and recently, Tanjiro and Nezuko. He functioned just fine doing that. Never needing to stress because he always had an idea of what they would want. Giyuu was the only other person who didn’t want to participate in Secret Santa because he knew Shinobu wouldn’t allow him to pull her name.

Giyuu was silently stressing now because just idea of getting Obanai a gift seemed impossible. The two didn’t get along he was sure Obanai actually hated him. Scratch that he was 100% sure Obanai hated him. It was far too late for him to back out however, everyone had picked and no one would trade with him (he was too timid to ask anyway).

And like the Angel she is came in Mitsuri who offered helpful piece of advice. Here stands Obanai holding a free meal ticket at his favorite restaurant (it’s actually Mitsuri’s) because what’s a better present to him than being able to treat her. Giyuu also brought a tiny sweater for Kabarumaru that had gloves sewn on to look like he’s holding his own glove and a coiled snake ring.

Obanai muttered a half-hearted “Thank you,” and you could feel the tension in the air soften as Giyuu released all the unnecessary pressure from off his shoulders.

Shinobu and Mitsuri,

Somehow got each other for Secret Santa! Knowing this they both decided to get a present they could both enjoy on top of the individual gifts. Mitsuri gifted Shinobu some expensive perfumes while Shinobu gave Mitsuri some designer dresses. They both decided to reward themselves with a trip to a hot spring the following weekend after Christmas and spend New Years relaxing. The same relaxing hot springs Tengen and his wives would be attending that they also invited Kyojuro to! What a strange turn of luck?!

Makes you wonder why Obanai is glaring at Shinobu so hard…

#shitpost #shitposting #writing fanfics on Christmas #cringe- #kny #kny hashira #demon slayer hashira #demon slayer #obanai iguro #muichiro tokito #rengoku kyojuro #tengen uzui #makio uzui #hinatsuru uzui #suma uzui #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji #the hashira #kimetsu no yaiba

[kinfanfiction]

Bernard x Elf!Reader - Chapter 6 - Spinning Circles Around You

A/N: I am so sorry this chapter is short but it’s the last filler chapter so enjoy!  Also the gif below of him is so hot fr.

     Now there was 3 days until Christmas, and although nervous about the holiday’s approach considering his confession plans, Bernard was glad he didn’t have much else to worry about. He was caught up on work, and of course were always a few new papers each day, but it never took long for him to get through them, so he’d get them done in the morning and have the rest of the day to think about you. Today especially, since you’d invited him to come help around the workshop. 

     You had started to explain how to make candy canes to him when he stopped you and said, “I haven’t forgotten, Y/n. Don’t worry, I got this.” So you let him show you how he remembered it. Sure enough, he crafted candy canes with ease and set them with the other freshly made batches of candy. “One thing I did forget is how soothing the candy making process is.”

     “Right?” You agreed with a smile. The two of you quickly got through making multiple batches of candy canes, butterscotch, taffies, and many other candies, and you were glad to finally be working alongside Bernard like you had when the two of you first met. It was hard sometimes with your best friend being the head elf, of course you still saw him every day, but not as often as you once had. Bernard felt it was difficult too, especially since he spent so much time in his office working. As the two oldest elves working elves in the North Pole, it was lonely without each other, because you both found it hard to bond with the younger elves. The only other elf you felt you could call your friend was Judy, but even she was still a couple hundred years younger than the both of you. You guessed that’s why you’d always been so close to Bernard. You depended on each other because so many of the people you’d looked up to and worked alongside had retired. The Santa you knew originally was long gone, and your best friend was the only familiar face you had left, you’d grown up together. You could never possibly be separated, where else would you go, who else would you turn to if you did? You didn’t want to think of a scenario where you didn’t have Bernard in your life, and he didn’t want his life without you in it either.

     Once it was time to move back to the conveyor belt for toy making, you quickly began stuffing a toy dragon, and then Bernard sewed it up. Quickly you decided to stick with that pattern for every stuffed toy you made. You would stuff, he would sew. You repeated that process for a while, until, for the first time in a couple days, you were sent outside again. Bernard whispered, “I can get the elves to let us keep working inside if you’d like.” Curtis overheard his whispers as he walked by and sighed loudly in annoyance, though he decided not to say anything for the moment. 

     You heard Curtis sigh and immediately whispered back, “No, absolutely not. If they want me to work outside that’s perfectly fine. You don’t have to come with me if you’d rather stay here though.” You offered. 

     “I’m not working in here without you, where you go I go.” Bernard insisted, and so the two of you went outside. You were assigned with the task of feeding the reindeer, which you loved doing. You got a bucket of carrots and carefully fed them to half the reindeer, and Bernard fed the other half. He loved seeing how gentle you were with them. When that was over, you looked at the water fountain in the center of your small town, and saw younger elves skating on the frozen water around it. It reminded you of your plans with Bernard to go skating together. You nudged him so he’d see what you were seeing and he knew exactly what you were thinking.

     You had to work for the rest of the day, but you both knew that as soon as you clocked out, you were going skating together. Every year, when you’d finally  have time to ice skate, you would go to a frozen over pond on the far side of town that nobody visited anymore. You were the only two that remembered it as the pond everybody skated on when you were younger. You separated ways that afternoon so you good each go to your houses and grab your skates, and then you met up again at the pond. 

     “I love this place.” You said as the two of you began skating beside each other. “It’s peaceful, quiet, and full of fond memories.”

     “I’m glad the younger elves still haven’t found it yet.” Bernard admitted. “Every time I’m around them I just feel old.” He chuckled.

     “We are old, but at least we’re old together.”

     “That does make it better, doesn’t it?” He grinned softly at you, which he constantly found himself doing. 

     “There’s nothing more exciting than gliding along the ice in the bitter night air. It makes me feel alive.” You said as you began to skate a little ahead of him, starting to have a bit more fun by spinning and carving figure 8′s in the the thick sheet of ice below you. The two of you had become expert ice skaters in your time, how could you not be after all the years you’ve lived at the North Pole? 

     The two of you spun each other, danced around each other, and chased each other across the ice laughing like the young elves you once had been on that very same sheet. Eventually, the skating wore you out, so you collapsed on the ice. Bernard collapsed beside you and you both laid with your backs on the ice in silence. In that moment, there was so much he felt that he wanted to say. Though, he knew it wasn’t yet time for him to say most of it. So, instead of saying anything, he just quietly reached over and grabbed your hand. You smiled as you felt his hand begin to entangle with yours, and you instantly intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m glad we found each other.” You said after a moment of lying hand in hand. “I think you might be my platonic soulmate.”

     Bernard tried not to be hurt by the word “Platonic.” To have you consider him your soulmate in any way warmed his heart. “I think you might be my soulmate too.” He said quietly, dropping the word platonic in a subtle way of hinting his feelings for you, and you hadn’t noticed his hint as usual. He figured that was for the best. You continued to stare up into the clouds knowing no doubt it would snow again soon. In spite of the cold ice against your back, after a while of lying there in silence together, you began to feel tired. Your eyes grew heavy, and as Bernard looked over at you he noticed this. “I think it’s time to get you home.” He suggested, which woke you back up. You nodded and the two of you slowly got up and skated back to land. 

     You took off your skates and walked with him back to your house. You were thinking of how many days you’d gone through such a similar routine. You thought of all the old friends the two of you once had who moved on long before you. Left their lives in the workshop and moved to other secluded areas of the world where they could find what they truly wanted from life. “This town is so quiet.” You whispered to the elf beside you.

     “It always is this time of night.” He responded just as quiet. 

     “Do you ever get tired of having the same routine?” You asked. You had a habit of suddenly asking thoughtful questions or merely saying something thoughtful once it got to be this late. Bernard wasn’t sure how to answer this one right away.

     “..Do you?”

     “Sometimes. I never get tired of this part of it though.” You assured him, grabbing his hand. “We’re the oldest elves in the shop, do you think Santa would let us take some time off? Maybe we could visit somewhere warm. Somewhere where we can see the stars.”

     Bernard’s eyes and chest relaxed as he thought of traveling with you, and he squeezed your hand tighter. “I’d love that. I’m sure we’ve more than earned a break. Where would you like to go?” 

     “Maybe Mexico? It gets really warm there. It’s 80 degrees there this time of year.”

     “We’ll have to wear a thick layer of sunscreen. We are nowhere near acclimated for that kind of weather.” He said with a chuckle. You laughed too. 

     “Fair enough. So we’ll acclimate slowly. Start by going somewhere only a little warmer than here. Like Iceland!”

     “Iceland sounds promising.”

     “It’s 19 degrees there this time of year.”

     “That sounds more our speed. Still maybe a little warm, but I think it’s a good idea.”

     As you agreed on a trip to Iceland, you arrived at your door. 

     “We’ve never left the North Pole before, but once we do, I’m glad we’ll be together.”

     “Me too.” 

     As Bernard left your house, it began to snow.

#bernard the elf #bernard #bernard the elf x reader #bernard x reader #x reader #fem reader #y/n #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #chapter 6 #david krumholtz

[naradivision]

“Merry Christmas,

I wasn’t sure of the things you’d like, but I do know your division’s famous for its deer parks, I thought this might be something you can get behind. Have fun with this little guy.

— Makina Setsukura from Akihabara Division (did you know that? I dunno, maybe you do, maybe you don’t)”

Yuuya Kanata chuckled, shaking his head as he set the little notecard down. He lifted the lid to the present that was delivered to him.

Inside was a somewhat firm stuffed animal in the shape of a deer that was almost half the size of his upper body.

At long last when the reddish haired boy had returned to his home after relaying his Christmas presents to another division due to the ‘Secret Santa’ campaign, it seemed like his turn had come to receive some gift from his secret ‘Santa’ too.

Looking at the big deer plushie while softly chuckling, Yuuya picked up the fluffy stuffed animal from the box he found at his doorstep and took it inside his room.

“Here we go, newcomer. Why not befriend Mr. Greenie over there?”

The boy gently placed his stuffed animal gift beside the dinosaur plushie he received from his graduated senior last year, then he recalled his secret Santa’s name.

Makina Setsukura? Oh, that’s the gamer girl whom he and Hi-chan had sent some birthday presents to previous September. Nice to know that she still remembered him even if he didn’t really interact much with her in person. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she was one of those numerous streamers Takane had befriended online.

Takane was the name of his classmate who, in fact, had an alter online-sona known under the name ‘Aozora’ and was actually Makina’s upperclassman at the academy —Only if she knew his true identity. This low-energy friend of his was also happened to be the regular client of Kiyozaki-san as well since he still had some problems with his insomnia and excessive daytime sleepiness ongoing from past two years. 

But Yuuya was sure his friend didn’t know that one of his online fellows did turn out to be a resident at his therapist’s place too

—Pfft, internet and coincidence were definitely curious things, weren’t them? 

Suddenly, he felt the intense glare from somewhere behind his back.

“Phew. Is it just you, Ojou-chan?” 

Facing off his intensely staring kitten who was now hiding herself in the empty present box, Yuuya gave out a sigh of relief. He was never good with the spooky kind of stuff and that made him wonder how those two streamers could have fun playing some hair-raising horror games even in the middle of night.

“I’m afraid this unfortunately isn’t your new toy. I just got this from one of my friends out there. Uh, so, no scratch on this one please?”

“Meowwrrr.”

“Okay, okay. Aren’t you satisfied with the new toy I got for you last week? Fine, want me to add some more scratching posts to your house?”

“Meowwwrrrrr.”

“This isn’t it? Eh... Then what else can I do…”

Slightly tilting his head as if using his thought, he soon followed the direction of her stare and finally understood why his petite kitten was glared daggers at him.

“—Wait, are you looking at this thing? Hi-chan had made it for me and everyone in the team, so don’t worry, it can neither hurt you nor me.” 

He picked up one end of the weird-looking cat scarf on his neck and hurled it around in the air to show his petite roommate that this lifeless piece of cloth can’t be harmful to anyone.

The Siamese kitten looked at him in disbelief as she gave her final hiss while jumping out of the box. She cautiously stepped back, still eyeing his scarf like some kind of paranoid predator until she thought herself was far enough and ran away.

Even though she was always behaving like a little kid with him, somehow Yuuya felt like his Ojou-chan was a tad bit more understanding than normal cats. 

But, oh well, this funny thought might be nothing but his imagination anyway.

—Thank you for the gifts and Merry Christmas! 🎄

#hypmic oc #hypnosis microphone oc #nara division #miraitabi #yuuya kanata #secret santa #makina setsukura #minato-division03 #christmas 2023 #revealing one of very minor characters takane-kun lol #he doesn't have a serious role in my stories but well #if I feel like it then I might make a very mini profile of him later since he is one of Yuuya's besties at school

[whqtthedickens]

trans poem for a school thing

she lives in old photographs

in the name used by friends i haven’t seen in a long time in the stuffed toys in a box in the basement

in the colours on the wall of my room

in the label on the pencil-case i’ve had since year two

she lives in the lines on my face in the curve of my upper lip

in the blue of my eyes

in the curl of my hair

in the scars beneath my nose & above my left eyebrow

she lives in my reflection in the mirror

when i look up and am shocked to see my face does it belong to me yet ?

would she be sad i cut her hair ?

she lives in her name scribbled in books

in clothes (which always seemed to get lost anyway)

in folders in wall corners in boxes

i feel bad when i scratch it out

do they belong to me yet ?

am i desecrating her only grave ?

she lives only in our memories, now

in stories told by my grandparents at christmas remember when you got bucked off a horse ?

i wish i could tell her i’m not scared of them anymore

she lives in the stuffed dog we’ve had since we were two she lives in the birthday cards i’ve kept

she lives in my breath

she lives in my bones

she lives where i live

i hope she’s happy now

#poem #poetry #writing #poems #writblr #transmasc #trans #trans poem

[jjtheresidentbaby]

the whole bedroom headcanon prompt list for scott? 👀 idk whether to specify little,cg, or flip 😅 so do whatever feels natural for his character!

- @bebbie-bilinski

🌱Flip Scott Bedroom Headcanons 🌱 ➢ event masterlist

1. What kind of bed do they sleep in? What size is it?

- it’s a queen size, at first it was a full but the more times he had someone he was watching fall asleep in his bed, or someone watching him fall asleep in his bed, eventually Melissa decided he needed an upgrade. his bed frame isn’t special or anything but it’s decently comfortable to lean against when needed

2. How many pillows do they sleep with? What’s the color of their pillows?

- he has four normal pillows with gray pillow cases that match his comforter, but he also has around six throw pillows. half the time they end up on the floor but he’ll throw them back into his bed in the morning before leaving for the day so they’ll be there when he comes home this does not mean his bed looks made at all

3. How many blankets do they sleep with? What colors are they?

- he has his normal gray comforter that he sleeps with most night, but he keeps two throw blankets on the end of his bed and even more stored under it. he really has no preference on which he’ll use, it’s usually whatever one he grabs first when falling into bed as his bed is rarely made and if it is someone else did it

4. Where do they keep their clothes? How are their clothes organized?

- he has a dresser that’s kind-of organized, the only definite thing is that he has a specific drawer for his little clothes/gear and then a different one for the littles he watches that has their gear/clothes in it. the drawers change frequently because Scott’s always having to go clothes shopping, they get destroyed in fights a lot, and then he has to rearrange everything to fit nicely

5. What kind of light sources do they have? How many do they have? Why?

- he has a few light sources but most times he just keeps his curtains open and clicks on led strip lights that Melissa got him for Christmas one year. the fade setting where the colors switch slowly is Scott’s favorite when he’s regressed, he can get lost in staring up at his ceiling watching how they change from color to color. if he’s caring for someone he’ll let them decide what lights to use, whether it be the main light, his leds, some fairy lights, or just the light that comes in from the window, he just wants whoever he’s watching to be comfortable!

6. What colors are their bedroom walls?

- like in canon he has brown-ish yellow colored walls that haven’t changed since he was a kid

7. What does their bedroom look like? What kind of furniture do they have in there? How big is it?

- he has a decent bedroom size, it’d be pretty big if you were to include the bathroom attached to it. Scott likes to rearrange his room a lot but the one thing that never changes is his bed being in front of his window. it was in the corner while he was a kid but eventually he moved it to be in front of his window and now it’s a comfort, he likes that he can always come to see it unmoved. the rest of his furniture doesn’t hold the same importance so Scott’s always switching around the order of things, he gets restless if everything is exactly the same after big events

8. What kind of floor does their bedroom have? What color?

- he has light brown wood floors like in canon!

9. Do they have any toys? Do they sleep with any of them?

- he has a lot of toys in theory, as in there’s a lot of them in his house and in his room, but most of them are for the other littles of the pack. Scott has his own toys of course but they’re very select and he’s very protective of them. he has a blue dog that Rafael gave him when he was very young, Scott honestly doesn’t remember when he got it but Melissa tells him that he’s loved it from the first second he saw it. he also has a few stuffed animals he’s collected from trips to the zoo/aquarium, he never gets anything too big as he wants the option to put them somewhere safe like under his bed if he’s ever regressed and scared that something will come after them

10. Do they have any rugs? If so, what color are they?

- there’s three rugs in his room, two maroon colored ones and one under his bed

11. Are there any decorative elements to their bedroom? What are they? Why?

- he’s got a million things up on his walls: shelves filled with random trinkets from trips he’s been on, random items he’s acquired from the pack, helmets for his bike, posters on his walls, pictures of him and the pack, pictures of Melissa & Rafael, pictures of his old dog Roxy, he takes a lot of pictures and loves to print them out and arrange them across his walls. there’s also little stars scattered across the walls, some of them are painted on and have been there since Scott was a baby and others are stickers that randomly got slapped on there. he has a beaded curtain hanging on his bathroom door that matches the stars, it was a gift from Kira and is very entertaining when Scott’s regressed or to any little that’s in his room

12. What are some of the things they do in their bedroom?

- he’s running around a lot to fight against the supernatural creatures in town and then school on top of it all so his bedroom is a place for relaxation. he does his homework downstairs and tries to limit the serious conversations he has in his room as he doesn’t like to be stressed in it. he really enjoys playing video games or drawing when he’s regressed and able to find some time to himself in his room

13. Do they share their bedroom with anyone. If so, who?

- technically speaking no, but he does have a lot of sleepovers that may or may not be planned. and eventually Isaac & Theo start living in the house too and they might fall asleep in Scott’s room at some point, Theo more than Isaac as Scott acts as one of Theo’s primary caregivers. when Scott’s regressed himself he’ll sometimes ask Kira, Stiles, or Allison to stay over just to have someone else there

#jj headcanons #jj events #teen wolf agere #flip!scott mccall #scott mccall

[limbolandscapes]

Been A While.

Hey. How's it going. Been pretty busy these past months, which meant no activity on this page. But, I want that to change soon. I've been getting into the whole "liminal space" subject again, and it reminded me of this page on tumblr I made a while ago. That's just a bit of what I wanted to talk about. Something is on my mind recently. I don't have any pictures for interesting abandoned places or familiar locations you swore you have seen before, but this does have something to do with those. Abandoned malls. You have seen them, those eerie, empty places with nearly nobody. Quiet music echoes around the halls and the buzz of the yellow lights to accompany it. Somehow stores can still reside in those halls, even if the mall has around 100 visitors a day, with around 12 of those visitors actually purchasing goods from the shops, or expired candy from the rusted machines. Play places sit still collecting dust, carousels and other little rides become inoperable. Why am I bringing this up though? It's December of 2014. People are rushing to buy presents for loved ones, roads are filled up with cars sitting in traffic, going to different stores and restaurants with family and friends. People sit outside of popular thrift stores dressed in well built Santa costumes, ringing a bell and giving their merriest "Ho, Ho Ho!" waiting for people to slip a coin into a red bucket beside them. That is exactly what I saw, while my parents drove me and my sister to a local mall, that was exploding in popularity. It was very hard to find a parking spot, but eventually a lane was found where my parents rushed to pull into. I remember being so excited, just waiting to see what was in store, and what was in stores too. I was still building my Christmas list at the time, and I was taken there with my sister to get ideas. It was, to say the least, extravagant. The large halls were crowded with people talking to each other, navigating to shops to buy gifts for their families and friends. Candy and vending machines were nearly empty, with lines of kids my size waiting to try new bubblegum flavors, and new stuffed animals that they knew they couldn't get. So many red and green decorations were scattered throughout, from snowflakes, to streamers, to little icons with snowmen, Santa, elves, and other such family favorites on the walls. Charity organizations and stores had their sponsored signs across the walls and on pillars, with merry signs to attract customers and donors. Christmas songs would play through the speakers, though you could barely hear it through the footsteps and chattering of hundreds of people. I don't think a single person there wasn't smiling. Finally, my dad guided my into a gift shop. I couldn't get many ideas as half of the shelves were empty, because all of the popular toys were sold out. It seemed like a scene straight out of my favorite Christmas movie Jingle All The Way. I got to sit on Santa's lap and I excitedly told him exactly what I wanted - a huge marble run set. It was probably my dream toy, to make my own marble courses and show them off to my family. I would go through all of the shops finding gift ideas for myself and my family, taking notes on a little notepad I had brought with me. That, was probably the best memory of my life, that single day. I was so happy, travelling through the mall, and the rest of town. I was so young, and even the littlest thing would make me so happy. Good things dont last forever. (PART 1 OF 2) - Wyntre Woods 2023, posting on Limbo Landscapes

#liminal #nostalgia #weirdcore #dead malls