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The One Who Believes Chapter 5

Bernard (The Santa Clause) x Reader

Summary: [Reader] stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago - around the same time she stopped believing in Santa. What happens when she's finally given a reason to believe in both.

<Chapter 4 Chapter 6>

The streets of Maple Ridge were quiet as I made my way to work. My mind was heavy with the previous day’s errands—the burgundy ribbon, the ornament, the journal in the bookstore—it was all too strange to ignore.

Snow crunched under my boots, and the air was crisp enough to sting my cheeks. I adjusted my scarf and tried to focus on the twinkling holiday lights lining Main Street. They usually brought me comfort, but this morning, I felt like I was teetering on the edge of something unknown.

The bell above the door jingled as I entered the bookstore, the familiar scent of old paper and coffee wrapping around me like a warm hug.

Mr. Lou, the owner, looked up from behind the counter as I walked in. His eyes twinkled, as they often did, and his usual warm smile was in place. “Ah, there you are, [Reader]. Glad you made it. It’s been a quiet morning, but I have a feeling things will pick up soon.”

I nodded, trying to shake off the unease that had been clinging to me all day. The ornaments, the ribbon, and Mrs. Dorothy’s words—everything felt like a tangled web I was just starting to untangle.

“I brought the new stock,” I said, placing a bag of books on the counter. “Holiday-themed novels. We should see a rush soon.”

Mr. Lou glanced at the bag and then back at me, his smile widening. “I have a feeling you’re not just here for the books today, though, are you?”

I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he glanced toward the window, where the soft afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds. For a brief moment, his expression turned distant, as if he was looking for something—or someone.

“Ah, there he is,” Mr. Lou said quietly. “I think it’s time you meet him.”

Before I could ask who he was talking about, the door opened again, the bell ringing cheerfully as a man walked in. He was tall, with a friendly air about him, dressed in a long coat that billowed slightly as he moved. He had a full beard and twinkling eyes, and there was something oddly comforting about his presence, as though he belonged here—or maybe in another time.

But as he stepped into the bookstore, my heart skipped a beat. Behind him was another figure—a man I didn’t recognize, but who somehow seemed strangely familiar. His eyes were sharp and filled with an urgent sort of knowing, his presence commanding, yet somehow warm.

“Ah, Scott,” Mr. Lou greeted the first man, a man whose presence filled the room like a familiar song. “You’re just in time. This is [Reader], the one I mentioned.”

Scott’s gaze shifted to me, and for a moment, I froze. His eyes held a quiet knowing, like he saw something in me that I couldn’t quite grasp. He smiled, and something about the smile felt familiar, as though I’d seen it before in a dream—or maybe in a memory I couldn’t place.

“You must be [Reader],” he said, his voice deep and gentle. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

I shook his hand, unsure of what to say. Something in my chest fluttered, like the first hint of recognition. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come.

The man, standing just behind Scott, observed us closely, his gaze steady but tinged with something I couldn’t quite place—concern? Urgency? He cleared his throat and stepped forward.

“This is Bernard,” Mr. Lou added, gesturing to the man who had been standing quietly by. “He's here to help too.”

Bernard nodded at me and smiled but said nothing, his eyes scanning the room briefly before returning to Scott. It was the kind of smile that seemed to promise that no matter how tough things got, it was going to be okay. I felt a pull toward him, like a part of the puzzle I hadn’t yet understood.

Scott chuckled lightly, breaking the silence. “Bernard’s a man of few words. But trust me, you’ll need him in the days to come.”

Bernard gave a small, reluctant smile. “It’s complicated,” he said, his voice low. “But we're here for you. All of us are.”

Confused, I looked between the two men. “What do you mean? Why are you here?”

Scott stepped closer, his gaze never leaving mine. “I think you’ve been noticing things lately—small things that feel too significant to ignore. Burgundy. Ornaments. A pull toward certain objects. Maybe even a feeling that you’re on the edge of something important.”

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. “How do you—?”

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice soft but certain. "And I think you’ve been chosen to help bring something back that’s been lost.”

I glanced at Bernard, whose eyes now softened with a knowing that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “Chosen for what? I’m just… I don’t understand.”

Scott smiled knowingly, as though he expected this reaction. “Sometimes, things are bigger than us. And sometimes, the universe gives us a nudge, a push in the right direction. Mrs. Dorothy, the ornaments, the books—it’s all connected. And you’re a part of it.”

Bernard finally spoke, his voice serious. “It’s true. Christmas is in trouble. And only you can fix it.”

I felt a surge of confusion. “Fix it? How? What am I supposed to do with all of this?”

Scott’s expression softened. “It’s not about the ornaments or the ribbons. It’s about you, and what you represent. You have the heart of Christmas, [Reader]. You’ve always had it. And now, the world needs that heart more than ever. And it might be worth mentioning that I'm Santa - and Bernard is my head elf.”

I stepped back, still trying to process everything they were telling me, not sure if I believed it anyway. The pieces of this strange puzzle were finally beginning to fit together, but it felt like the weight of it was too much to bear.

“You’re saying this is all… meant to be?” I asked, my voice small.

Scott nodded. “Exactly. And you’re not alone in this. Bernard, Charlie, and I—we’re here to help guide you, but the magic is in your hands now. You just need to trust.”

I swallowed hard, a mix of disbelief and something else—something warm—filling me. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” Bernard said gently, his eyes locking with mine. “You’ve got the strength inside of you. Just trust the process.”

For the first time all day, I felt a flicker of certainty, though the path ahead was still shrouded in mystery. I was standing on the edge of something monumental, but somehow, with these strange and comforting people around me, it felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be. Maybe believing in Santa again wouldn't be so bad anyway.

“Alright,” I said, more to myself than to anyone else. “I’m in.”

Scott’s smile grew wider, his approval clear. Bernard nodded silently, his gaze never leaving me.

“Good,” Scott said, his tone serious but warm. “We have much to do. And you’re just beginning to see how it all fits together.”

And for the first time all day, I felt like I was finally getting the answers I’d been searching for—even if the full story was still unfolding. But even as the mystery deepened, I knew one thing for sure—this wasn’t just about saving Christmas. It was about something far more important. Something I hadn't fully understood yet—Bernard’s eyes, soft with a knowing smile, gave me the smallest hint.

It wasn’t just the holiday that needed saving. It was us.

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The One Who Believes Chapter 4

Bernard (The Santa Clause) x Reader

Summary: [Reader] stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago - around the same time she stopped believing in Santa. What happens when she's finally given a reason to believe in both.

<Chapter 3 Chapter 5>

The change in the air from the North Pole was sudden, but the warmth of urgency burned in Bernard's chest as he held onto Charlie's hand. The magic of their transport swirled around them like a burst of sparkling stardust, and before they knew it, they found themselves standing on the front porch of the Miller family home. As soon as Bernard and Charlie stop on the Millers doorstep, Curtis contacts Bernard via magic with information on how to save Christmas. "It’s her, Bernard," Curtis had said, his voice steady yet heavy with importance. "The one with the ornaments—the burgundy ones. She’s the key to restoring everything. She has the heart and the belief that will reignite Christmas." Curtis explained that the magic had been guiding her, little by little, but only she could unlock its full potential. “Who Curtis-?”, but the magic line had already gone dead. This worried Bernard, the North Pole magic was beginning to be affected too. The familiar scene of the small town outside the North Pole filled Bernard with a sense of surreal calm—here, amidst the distant trees and twinkling holiday lights, lay their answer. It was where Santa’s magic had taken root, where families had once gathered to spread the spirit of the season. But the Christmas magic was weakening, and apparently only one person could fix it.

Bernard turned to Charlie, who stood beside him, a worried crease furrowing his brow. “Stay close,” Bernard urged, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. “We can’t risk anyone else learning the full extent of what’s happening until we figure this out.”

Charlie nodded, pulling his coat tighter as they made their way into the Miller's house.

Scott—Santa—was seated at the kitchen table, a warm mug of cocoa in hand. The glow of the Christmas tree lights reflected off his red sweater, and for a moment, he looked every bit the jolly figure he was known to be. But Bernard could see the subtle signs of weariness in Scott’s eyes. "Scott, we need to talk," Bernard said, his voice grave as he pulled up a chair across from the man who had, until now, always seemed like a symbol of untouchable magic.

Scott raised an eyebrow, setting down his mug. "What's going on, Bernard? Why are you here?"

Charlie, standing off to the side, glanced between the two, clearly sensing the tension in the room. Bernard could feel his heart pounding as he relayed everything Curtis had told him. "The disturbances—it's bigger than just the magic waning. We've found out that the only one who can restore Christmas, the one who can fix everything, is…well where not sure” Scott’s brow furrowed, clearly trying to understand the gravity of the situation. “What do you mean, ‘not sure’? You’ve always had the answers, Bernard. You’re telling me Christmas is in trouble, and you don’t know who can fix it?”

Bernard swallowed, his mind racing. He had known something important was unfolding, but the full scope of it was still elusive. "'We know she’s important, Scott,” Bernard continued, his voice growing more urgent. “It’s the one with the burgundy ornaments—the color, the magic, the objects… they’re all tied to her. Curtis confirmed it. But we don’t fully understand why she’s the one. She’s been chosen, but only she can unlock the power.”

Scott’s face softened, the corners of his mouth turning down as he absorbed Bernard’s words. “The burgundy ornaments… You’re telling me this person’s been following some kind of sign, and now she’s the only one who can save Christmas? I don’t like the sound of this. It’s… it’s almost too much for one person.”

Bernard nodded, feeling the weight of the burden. "I thought the same thing, Scott. But it's all we have. The magic that’s been leading her—those signs, they’re real. They’re the threads tying everything together. If she believes, if she understands it, she’ll be the one to save us. To save Christmas.”

Scott leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant as he processed the information. He was a man who had seen miracles in his time, but this was different. This wasn’t a usual holiday issue. The whole season seemed to be crumbling.

"And where is she now?" Scott finally asked, his voice steady, but there was a hint of worry hidden beneath it.

Bernard paused, unsure how to proceed. “That’s the problem. I’m almost sure she doesn’t know the full extent of what’s happening. She’s been pulled toward these signs—the ornaments, the book, the colors—but she doesn’t know she’s the key. And worse, she doesn’t know what’s at stake.” Charlie, who had been quietly listening, stepped forward. “So, we need to tell her. We need to make her understand. But… how do we do that? And how to we find her?” Scott thought for a moment before he sat up a little straighter as if he suddenly had an idea. “I might know who she is…I've been in contact with Lou…he’s been telling me about this girl that works at his shop.” Lou was the Santa before Scott - the Santa he knocked off a roof.

Bernard glanced at Scott, who still looked deep in thought, and then at Charlie, his young face filled with uncertainty. “…if anyone would know it would be someone who was Santa before. But we have to be careful. If she doesn’t believe in the magic, if she’s not ready to accept it, it might not work. The magic of Christmas is built on belief, and if she’s too afraid, too skeptical—"

“Then it all fades away,” Scott finished, his voice barely above a whisper. “I understand. If we don’t reach her in time, we lose everything.”

Bernard nodded grimly, running a hand through his hair. The weight of the task ahead was heavier than he had ever imagined.

“We need to find her,” Scott said, his tone resolute. “We need to help her see the truth. She has to be the one to restore the spirit of Christmas.”

A long silence filled the room as they all absorbed the enormity of what was happening. Time was running out, and the future of Christmas rested in the hands of someone who had no idea how pivotal she was.

Bernard nodded, a small, unspoken connection forming between them. The journey ahead was not just about saving Christmas; it was about finding something even more important—something he hadn’t quite realized yet.

“We’ll find her,” Bernard finally said, standing up and looking to Scott for confirmation. “Together, we’ll guide her. We have no other choice.”

Scott’s eyes softened as he stood too, placing a hand on Bernard��s shoulder. "We’ll do everything we can, Bernard. The magic has to be restored, and we’ll help her see the truth."

Bernard nodded, and with one final, silent exchange, they made their way out of the Miller home, heading into the cold winter day. The stakes were higher than ever, and the clock was ticking. They hoped they could find her, and even more so hoped she would believe them. Only she could save Christmas—and Bernard could already feel that, somehow, she was the one who would save him, too.

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The One Who Believes Chapter 3

Bernard (The Santa Clause) x Reader

Summary: [Reader] stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago - around the same time she stopped believing in Santa. What happens when she's finally given a reason to believe in both.

<Chapter 2 Chapter 4>

When I awoke the next morning, Mrs. Dorothy’s words still rang in my ears. But after a few minutes of lying in bed, I realized I had too much to do to just stay there and wonder what she meant. Still, her words—His favorite color is burgundy—kept echoing in my mind. No matter how hard I tried to push it aside, it lingered like a puzzle piece that refused to fit. Ever since I’d gotten home from the bookstore, I couldn’t shake the odd sense that something was happening—something I didn’t fully understand. But I had no time to dwell on that right now. I dragged myself out of bed with a grunt and got ready for the day. I brushed my teeth, showered, and got dressed. As I finished getting ready, I grabbed my To-Do List and skimmed over it to make sure everything was written down.

Pick up groceries Pick up dry cleaning Bring new books to store Visit antique store

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled over me since Mrs. Dorothy's cryptic comment. Today was busy enough to distract me, I hoped. The list in front of me was fairly straightforward. I grabbed my coat, my purse, and headed out the door, feeling the cold air bite at my cheeks as I stepped outside. My first stop was the grocery store, which, thankfully, wasn’t too far. I made my way through the aisles, mentally ticking off items as I placed them in my cart: eggs, milk, some fresh vegetables, and, of course, ingredients for holiday cookies. I lingered in the baking aisle, debating between chocolate chips and peppermint extract, when a flash of burgundy caught my eye. It was a deep red ribbon, sitting right there on the shelf, nestled among a row of other holiday decorations. I paused, staring at it for a moment, feeling an odd pull toward it. I shook my head. It's just a color, I told myself. I’m being ridiculous. I grabbed the ribbon and tossed it into the cart, then continued with my shopping, but Mrs. Dorothy's words returned to haunt me. His favorite color is burgundy. After checking out, I made my way to the dry cleaner’s. I was surprised when I walked in to find the place nearly empty. The owner, an older gentleman named Mr. Thompson, smiled warmly as I handed him my bag of clothes. “Got some special occasion plans, eh?” he asked, noticing my Christmas sweater. I chuckled. “Nothing too special. Just getting ready for the holidays.” I glanced around the store, and once again, something caught my attention. In the corner of the room, there was an antique-looking chair with a burgundy cushion. It was simple, yet elegant, with fine detailing on the wood. I had never noticed it before, and I certainly hadn’t expected to see anything so striking in a dry cleaner’s. “That's a new addition, isn’t it?” I asked, trying to push down the strange feeling in my chest. Mr. Thompson nodded, his eyes twinkling. “Yeah, it just came in. I thought it’d make the place feel a little more festive.” I smiled, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the universe was trying to tell me something. Burgundy. Again. It was starting to feel less like a coincidence and more like a sign. After picking up my dry cleaning, I decided to follow through with my list and head to the bookstore. As I stepped inside, the familiar smell of old paper and fresh coffee wrapped around me like a warm hug. Mr. Lou was behind the counter, sorting through a pile of new stock. He looked up and smiled when he saw me. “Ah, [Reader], just in time! Mrs. Dorothy said you were coming by with some new books today.” I placed the stack of books down on the counter, then glanced around. The bookstore was cozy, with its little nooks and crannies. But something felt different today—like I was on the cusp of something, as if I were standing just outside of a door that was about to open. “I brought the latest Christmas novels. The holiday rush should keep us busy this week,” I said, trying to focus on the task at hand. As I turned to arrange the books on a nearby shelf, I froze. On the table next to the window, there was an old, leather-bound book—its cover a deep, rich burgundy. I couldn’t help myself. I reached for it, brushing my fingers across the smooth surface, and I immediately felt a strange warmth spread through me. My heart skipped a beat.

"What's this?" I muttered to myself, as I opened the book. The pages inside were filled with handwritten notes and sketches, like some kind of journal or diary. The title was in faded gold lettering, but I couldn't make it out. Just then, I heard Mrs. Dorothy’s voice, soft but clear, in the back of my mind: His favorite color is burgundy. A shiver ran down my spine, and I quickly closed the book. What was going on? “Is something wrong, dear?” Mr. Lou asked, noticing the way I hesitated with the book in my hand. “No, nothing’s wrong. Just… thought I recognized something,” I said, placing the book back down gently. I felt unsettled, but I brushed it off, deciding to focus on the rest of the day. I finished stocking the books and made my way out of the store, my mind still whirling with the strange events of the day. Next, I went to the antique store—my final stop. The little shop was filled with dusty treasures, and the faint scent of lavender and old wood lingered in the air. I roamed through the aisles, eyeing vintage trinkets and furniture. And then, tucked away in the back corner of the store, I saw it. I wandered deeper into the antique store, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of aged wood and lavender that seemed to seep from the very walls. The soft creak of the floorboards under my feet only added to the atmosphere of timelessness. My mind was still spinning from the strange series of events, but I pushed it aside, focusing instead on the little treasures scattered throughout the shop. The rows of shelves were filled with vintage trinkets, old paintings, and delicate china. I paused at a display of antique clocks, their tick-tocking filling the air with a steady rhythm, before my gaze shifted to something more familiar. At the far end of the store, tucked away on a high shelf, I spotted a small glass ornament. I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat. There, in the dim light, hanging delicately on a gold string, was a small ornament. It was made of glass, shaped like a delicate ball, and it was painted in a deep, velvety burgundy. A faint swirl of gold and silver leaf traced over its surface, giving it an ethereal glow.

I slowly walked over, my fingers trembling as I reached up to gently pull the ornament from its place on the shelf. It felt almost warm to the touch, as if it had been waiting for me to find it. Holding it in my hands, I marveled at the intricate details of the glasswork. The gold and silver swirls seemed to shimmer in the low light, and I felt an overwhelming sense of recognition, like this ornament had been a part of my life for far longer than I could remember. "Ah, you've found it," came a voice from behind me. I jumped, startled, and turned to find the shopkeeper standing just a few feet away, her silver hair glinting in the soft light. "How did you…?" I began, but she simply smiled, her eyes twinkling with an almost knowing glint. "That ornament has been here for a long time. But I knew it would find its way to the right person eventually." Her voice was soft but laden with meaning. "Some things are meant to be passed on. Some things are meant to be found." I stood there, clutching the ornament, unsure of what to say. Mrs. Dorothy's words echoed in my mind, and a strange feeling of destiny began to settle in the pit of my stomach. The shopkeeper continued, her voice gentle. "There’s more to that ornament than just its color. It’s part of a set. A set that’s been separated for many years." I blinked, confused. "A set? What do you mean?" "The set has a story," the shopkeeper said, her voice now carrying a hint of mystery. "But it’s not just about the ornaments. It's about something more. Someone who has been waiting for you." I felt the ground shift beneath me, as if the room itself was tilting toward an unknown truth. I looked down at the two ornaments in my hands, now reunited. Burgundy. The color. The message. It was no longer just a coincidence. This was a sign—a puzzle, finally coming together. "Do you know who this is for?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The shopkeeper smiled knowingly. "You will know when the time is right. Just hold onto the ornaments. When the moment comes, you’ll understand." I felt the weight of her words, as if they were a key to something much larger, something I had yet to discover. But one thing was certain: these ornaments, and the color burgundy, were no longer just a simple detail—they were the beginning of something much bigger.

I carefully placed the second ornament in my bag and paid the shopkeeper, my hands still shaking with the overwhelming sense that I was on the brink of uncovering something important.

As I walked out of the store, the cold winter air hit me, but it didn’t matter. I was no longer just going through the motions of a normal day. The universe was speaking to me, and it was up to me to listen. As I stepped outside the antique shop, the cold air felt sharper than before, biting at my cheeks and nose. My mind raced, the strange pull of destiny still lingering in the back of my thoughts. What was all of this leading to? I glanced down into my bag and something caught my eye. A small book. I took it out. It was The Best Christmas Pageant Ever. I must have accidentally taken it with me instead of leaving it at the bookstore. I sighed. I glanced at my watch. It was getting late. My next stop was the bookstore, and then I could finally head home for a much-needed rest. When I arrived, the soft jingle of the doorbell echoed in the quiet space as I entered. The bookstore smelled like coffee and old pages, a familiar comfort. Mr. Lou was behind the counter, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Ah, [Reader], what are you doing back already? How's your day been?" "It's been… interesting." I set the book down next to the others. My eyes caught the little journal from earlier again. “That book,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “It’s been waiting for the right person. Sometimes, the right books find you when you need them most.” “You know, that's not the first time I've heard that today.” “I’ve never seen it before,” I said, looking up at Mr. Lou. “Is it new stock?” He shook his head, a twinkle in his eye. “No, it’s been here for a while. You just haven’t noticed it yet.” I hesitated, still feeling the pull of the book. "It… feels familiar somehow." Mr. Lou’s smile grew a little wider. “Books often have a way of doing that, don’t they?” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I could feel my curiosity growing. “I—” Before I could finish, Mr. Lou leaned in closer, lowering his voice. “You know, there’s a man who might be able to help you understand all this. He’s been around for a long time, helping people just like you.” “Who?” I asked, almost breathlessly. Mr. Lou's eyes flickered toward the window, where a figure in a long coat was walking past. The man’s face was obscured by the dark evening light, but there was something unmistakably familiar about his presence. “His name is Scott Calvin,” Mr. Lou said, his tone serious. “He’s someone who can help you make sense of the things you’re starting to notice. I’d suggest you seek him out. He’s accessible in town right now, visiting family. You know the Millers?” I did; I used to babysit Charlie. I blinked, startled by the sudden turn in the conversation. “Scott Calvin?” The name echoed in my mind, but I had no idea how they could help me. Mr. Lou nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “Trust me. If you’re meant to meet him, you will. And when you do, you’ll understand everything. The color, the ornaments, the book… they’re all connected.” I didn’t know what to say. I stared at Mr. Lou for a moment, then at the book in my hands. Something inside me told me that this wasn’t just some bizarre coincidence. With a shaky breath, I nodded and left the bookstore. The chill of the night air hit me once more, but this time, I didn’t feel as lost. I felt… guided. It was as if something—someone—was leading me toward a deeper understanding.

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Part 3 of “The One Who Believes” out tomorrow!!

Sorry it’s taking a little longer, finals are kicking my butt.

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The One Who Believes Chapter 2

Bernard (The Santa Clause) x Reader

Summary: [Reader] stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago - around the same time she stopped believing in Santa. What happens when she's finally given a reason to believe in both.

<Chapter 1 Chapter 3>

Bernard always knew there was someone out there meant for him. It wasn't just an innate feeling he had - where he was from everyone had one. Every elf at the North Pole had a soulmate whether they knew them or not. Typically an elf found their soulmate after a couple hundred years, sometimes even less. However, that had not been the case for Bernard.

Every elf is gifted an ornament from Santa at birth with only one other being the exact same. The elf who was gifted the complementing ornament is said to be your soulmate. Some elves become skeptical at the ornaments ability to matchmake, however, after finding their soulmate it is always realized that the ornament was right. Every elf that has ever been matchmade has been given the perfect match. Bernard’s ornament was shaped like a delicate snowflake, the six points made of slender, twisting silver vines that curl inward, adorned with tiny flowers in soft pastel hues—pale pinks, blues, and lavenders. At the center of the snowflake, a single iridescent pearl rests, glowing with a soft, inner light, as though capturing the essence of winter’s quiet magic. He often found himself staring at the ornament during the rare moments he could relax in his office. The ornament hung safely on a small tree that was sitting on his desk. Right now he sat, his fingers running along the ornament, wondering who could possibly have the matching copy. During his first couple hundred years, he anxiously waited to find his other half, however, the older he got and the more responsibilities he took on the farther the thought got pushed back. When he finally had time to think during his hectic schedule he wondered why he hasn't found his soulmate yet? Where could they possibly be? He’d been waiting over a thousand years. It seemed that everyone he knew had found their match, leaving him behind wondering what happened. Perhaps there was a mistake? Perhaps, for the first time ever, wherever these ornaments came from had made a mistake? You see Santa doesn’t make the ornaments, he simply delivers them. No one besides Santa knows where they come from, and for the most part no one cares. The longer he waits the longer he comes to the conclusion that he just doesn't have a soulmate. Or maybe something happened to them? Perhaps they don't want anything to do with him? He huffs to himself. Confusion and frustration both float through his mind before suddenly a loud crash echoes through the workshop. Bang! Bernard jumps out of his trance and his chair and rushes through the door of his office. He whips around, trying to find the source of the crash. The air was thick with a flurry of snowflakes swirling through the cold winter air. The once cheerful hum of toy-making machinery has ground to a halt, replaced by a sharp, jarring sound. In the middle of the workshop, Santa's sleigh crashed into the side of a wooden shelf lined with colorful toy blocks and stuffed animals. The sleigh, slightly tilted, its runners caught on a pile of dislodged toys, with small clouds of snow puffing from its wheels.

Bernard rushes down the stairs to both ask what happened and attempt to help fix everything. Elves were scattered around, some helping each other up, others frantically gathering the broken pieces of toys, or trying to reassemble parts of the sleigh. One of the reindeer, Comet, clearly shaken, stands nearby with its harness slightly askew, pawing at the ground in distress. Chunks of gingerbread walls broke off, and a giant, sparkling tree ornament lies cracked in the corner, its glittering contents spilling out. A small group of elves is already at work, using their tools and magic to fix the damage as quickly as possible. Bernard runs to the scene of the crash to find none other than Charlie, Santa’s son, sitting in the driver seat. “Charlie! What happened?! Are you alright?” Bernard all but yells, with only one week until Christmas this was worse than a disaster, however worry for the now teenaged boy also overtakes him. He helps him out of the crash while yelling instructions to other elves before whisking Charlie off to the infirmary. “I'm fine, Bernard. I’m sorry about the sleigh but I had too,” Charlie answers. His face was becoming red with the cold Bernard realized as they reached the infirmary. There was one huge problem with Charlie being at the North Pole at that time. Santa wasn't there. He had taken the sleigh back to the Miller’s to visit Charlie. “Charlie-” he turned to the infirmary elf, “please get him some appropriate clothes” the elf nodded as Bernard turned back to Charlie. “How did you get here?” Charlie looks at Bernard and says “The sleigh.” “Well obviously. Where's Santa?” “My house.” Bernard sighs. “Why are you here, Charlie?” Charlie takes a deep breath, looking out the window of the infirmary as though gathering his thoughts. Bernard can see the hesitation in his eyes, but also a determination that makes him worry even more. Finally, Charlie speaks, his voice soft but steady. "I… I didn’t want to worry anyone, but something’s happening at home. The Christmas spirit—it’s fading," Charlie says, his brow furrowed with concern. "People aren’t excited about Christmas like they used to be. Dad said things felt… off. The magic wasn’t there. It was like the holiday wasn’t even real for them anymore." "You mean… the Christmas spirit is weakening?" Bernard asks. "That’s why you came all the way here—to the North Pole?" Charlie nods, his expression serious. "Yes. I’ve never seen anything like it before. People are distracted, too busy, or don’t even care about the holiday anymore. It feels like… like Christmas isn’t special to them. And without it, Santa can’t bring the magic. So I thought… Maybe we could do something.”

Bernard sighed with a deep sense of worry setting into his heart. His mind raced, but his heart remained heavy. He had spent centuries at the North Pole, seeing the ups and downs of Christmas magic, but never anything like this. The Christmas spirit was the lifeblood of everything—without it, the North Pole itself could wither, and the holiday would lose its warmth. What Charlie was saying wasn’t just about a few distracted families—it was about the very foundation of Christmas. Who knows what will happen if the spirit of Christmas dies out. But what could he do about it? He didn't know. But with only a week until Christmas he knew he couldn't just sit back and hope Santa could solve this problem alone. "Charlie," Bernard said quietly, the weight of the situation settling over him, "you're right. Without the Christmas spirit, everything could start to unravel. Santa’s magic… it’s more than just reindeer and sleighs. It’s the belief that Christmas can bring joy, hope, and love to the world. Without that belief, we’re all in trouble." Charlie bit his lip, clearly trying to understand. "So… what do we do?" Bernard paused, his fingers tapping gently on the chair as he thought. He had always prided himself on having answers, but right now, the only thing he knew for sure was that they couldn’t waste any more time. “I don't know, but we will find out.” A moment of silence passed between them. The urgency was clear, but so was the resolve in both their hearts. This wasn’t just a problem for Santa to fix. It was everyone’s responsibility—elves, reindeer, even the people outside the North Pole. Bernard could feel it in his bones: if they didn’t act quickly, the magic might slip away forever. "Alright," Charlie said, standing a little taller. "So what do we do first?" “We go find Santa.” Bernard told Charlie to follow him as he went to find Curtis, the keeper of the books, he was probably in the library. As they reached the library, Bernard could see Curtis hunched over a stack of books. "Curtis!" Bernard called, his voice sharp with urgency. Curtis looked up from his book, blinking a few times to clear the fog of his deep concentration. “Bernard! Charlie,” he greeted, but the warmth of his usual tone was tempered by the gravity of the situation. "What’s going on? I can feel the disturbance too—the magic is… unstable." "We need to find Santa," Bernard said, walking quickly up to Curtis, with Charlie close behind. "Something’s happened outside the North Pole, and the Christmas spirit is weakening. I’m leaving you in charge, please don’t let things go into chaos.” Curtis looks at him annoyed but responds, “You got it.” “Thanks.” He turned back to Charlie. “Okay, I'm going to use magic to transport us back to the Millers. Give me your hand.” Only seconds after Charlie gave Bernard his hand they disappeared on their way to the Millers, leaving only a puff of sparkles behind.

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The One Who Believes Chapter 1

Bernard (The Santa Clause) x Reader

Summary: [Reader] stopped believing in soulmates a long time ago - around the same time she stopped believing in Santa. What happens when she's finally given a reason to believe in both.

Chapter 2 >

Ever since I was a little girl, I believed there was someone out there for me. Someone who would love me for me, for every strange aspect of my personality, every hobby I loved and every experience I’ve had. When I was a little girl this idea was striking, it was a tangible thing that I fully believed would happen. I stayed up late as a toddler as my mother told me stories of how one day I’d find the one for me. As a young girl I played with my dolls and teddy bears and all the time thought of who out there could possibly be the one for me, what were they doing at that very moment? As a teenager I forced myself to focus on my schoolwork, however, somewhere in the back of my mind I still dreamed of my person. My One. My soulmate.

Now as a young adult it's become more apparent than ever that that's just not how it works. There's not a single person out there waiting for me, a person who has been crafted perfectly for me and me for them. Realistically I’d find someone that makes me happy that I can build my life with, someone I can marry and have children with. But the idea of a soulmate had become so utterly ridiculous to me that I almost cringed at my teenage self. But still. Sometimes, in the dark of the night, when everything was quiet and I could finally think to myself, I find myself wishing it were true. Wishing that there was some truth to my childish dreams. Wishing that my mother had meant something more when she told me of the love I'd one day find.

Christmas was coming up. I looked up at the date displayed on my computer - December 18th - one week until Christmas. I always felt bittersweet during the holidays, like something was missing. As of recently I blame this feeling on my mothers passing a few years ago. I still think of the last thing she said to me. “Believe [Reader]…the one is out there…you just have to believe.” Suddenly the sound of the bell atop the store door startled me out of my daydream. I worked in a bookshop. I can’t really put a name to my job though. As the only employee I stocked the shelves, checked out customers, worked the finances, and as of late cleaned the snowy footprints away from the door as people walked in from the frigid outside. I worked for the kindest old man and woman, who weirdly enough sort of reminded me of Santa and Mrs. Claus. The old man - Mr. Lou - was a big man with a long white beard and round glasses. The women - Mrs. Dorothy - was a kind old woman who wore exclusively ankle length dresses and always brought me homemade cookies when she came in. In fact, it was her who had just walked in. “Hello Mrs. Dorothy!” I called to her with a smile. She smiled back and adjusted the tray in her arms to give me a hug. “Hello Dear, how are you today?” I always loved Mrs. Dorothy, I never knew my grandmother but having her in my life made me feel like I had the most loving grandmother in the world. “I’m doing good Mrs. Dorothy, just got the last of the Christmas books stocked and I finally got that light changed,” I say pointing to the seemingly always broken lightbulb. “Oh thank you dear, Lou’s been meaning to do that but his back has just been killing him these days.” “Oh no, is he okay? Did something happen?” “Oh dear you’ll never believe it!” Mrs. Dorothy turned from the shelves she had been looking at and faced me with an amused look in her eyes. “He fell off a roof!” “He what!? Oh my goodness, is he okay?” I frantically ask her. “Oh yes dear, he's fine. It did put him out of his second job but he found a replacement pretty fast.” “Okay... that's good. Please let me know if there is anything I could possibly do to help.” I didn't even know Mr. Lou had a second job. “Oh dear thank you. You are so sweet, but you have already done so much for us the past 7 years. I mean, you've been working here since you were 16!” “Mrs. Dorothy, you know I love working here, and I love you two also. I would be happy to help in any way I possibly could.” She answered me with a smile and a cookie from the tray she was holding. She set the tray down and we held small talk for about an hour as more customers came in and out. Eventually closing time came and I started cleaning up the small messes here and there. Me and Mrs. Dorothy walked toward the door still talking, as we walked outside, harsh gusts of cold wind hit us. I wrapped my scarf tighter around me but Mrs. Dorothy hardly seemed fazed. In the seven years I’d known her the cold had never bothered her. “Well bye Mrs. Dorothy, I’ll see you tomorrow. Please remember my offer.” “Of course dear and for all your kindness let me tell you something, something I think you’ll find very helpful in the near future: His favorite color is burgundy.” “Wha-” but before I could question her extremely strange comment she whips around on her feet and walks in the opposite direction, toward her home. “You’ll understand when you need to, dear!” she calls, and just like that I was alone on the sidewalk in front of the old bookstore.

The walk home from work felt different than usual. The air held a sense of suspense, the feeling you get when you know something is going to happen but you don't know when, how, or why? Once home, I tried to shake off the odd feeling I had. I fixed some mac and cheese for dinner and watched a Christmas movie while eating. I took a long shower and crawled into bed still feeling uneasy. What had Mrs. Dorothy meant? Who's favorite color was burgundy? Why did I need to know it? How did she know I would need it? And most importantly, why was I starting to believe her? I fell asleep with more questions forming in my head than I had answers.

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Christmas Masterlist

The Santa Clause

Bernard - The One Who Believes

Arthur Christmas

Miracle on 34th Street

The Grinch

The Christmas Chronicles

The Holiday

The Princess Switch

The Knight Before Christmas

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Spooky Lovers

Stu Macher x Reader

Summary: Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season.

Warnings: Prob ooc but i've stopped caring as long as it's cute.

Fandom: Scream

With the leaves finally turning shades of red and brown in Woodsboro most people had concluded that it was officially fall, and it was. 

October 3rd.

Or as [reader name] liked to think of it, the one year anniversary of meeting their best friends; Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.

When they first showed up to the small town in California they didn’t expect to become friends with the terrible two; Stu’s crazy energy and Billy’s cynical energy didn’t attract them at first. However, slowly but surely the constant nagging from Stu to hang out had finally broken them down and they went out to watch a rerun of The Exorcist together. That night had changed the way [Reader Name] saw BIlly and Stu, still they were crazy and cynical, but lovable too and they’ve been friends ever since. 

They even stayed together when [Reader Name] walked in Stu’s bedroom just to find the two changing out of bloody black cloaks - white masks discarded next to them on the floor.

Now [Reader Name] sat in their room trying to focus on a reading assignment for their English class with Stu trying to get their attention by playing with the hem of their shirt. 

“[Nameeee] I’m bored. Pay attention to meee.” Stu whined. In response [Reader Name] simply sighed and continued reading trying to ignore the dramatic boy sitting next to them. It gets increasingly harder as he starts to poke their side repeatedly while saying their name.

Frustrated, they stand up from their chair and flop down on their bed, face first, before looking back to Stu to chew him out. But when they looked back at him they couldn’t find it in them to yell at him, not when he looked at them like a lost puppy. I mean how is it possible that he is so cute he is literally a cold blooded murderer! 

Frustrated again, this time by their own feelings for their best friend, they let their head fall down against the mattress and close their eyes.

“Hey hey hey. What's wrong?” Stu jumped up on the mattress next to them and layed down too. His hands swept across the fuzzy material of the blanket as he waited for an answer and when he got none he resigned to just laying next to them, scanning their room. When October had hit a few days ago they both went out and bought a bunch of Halloween decorations for their houses. Of course Stu went for the scary and gruesome decor and while [Reader Name] did the same for their outside decor they chose to decorate their room in cute cheesy decor.

They switched out their blankets for ones with pumpkins and ghosts on them, put fake spider webs in the corners of their room, and they even put up little Jason Voorhees and Michael Myers masks up on one of their walls.

Had anyone else put up this cutesy decor up Stu would have made fun of them for it and told them to get something scary, but not [reader name]. Everything they did was perfect in his eyes and he’d do anything for them, hell, if they told him to throw away all his scary stuff he’d do it. Luckily though, they’d never tell him to do that. Even when they walked in on him and Billy right after they had murdered someone they just sat down on his bed and said they were going to take a nap! That was part of the reason he liked them so much, they accepted every fucked up part of him even though they probably shouldn’t.

Laying here next to them Stu watched as their chest went up and down with each breath, their lashes touched their cheeks and their lips parted slightly as they slowly started to fall asleep.

God! He was down bad.

Little did he know so were they.

[Reader Name] felt themselves slowly start to fall asleep when they felt the bed dip down next to them, they didn’t bother to open their eyes as Stu had finally shut up when he realized they were falling asleep. After a few minutes they opened their eyes to find Stu also half asleep with his eyes closed.

He looked so pretty. He’s wearing his signature tan sweater and instead of having his head on the pillow he had his head cradled in his arms. His cheeks were tinged with red due to the cold of the bedroom - the last thought they had was that they would have to turn the heater on later before they felt themselves fall asleep.

-

As they opened their eyes the first thing they noticed was the softness surrounding them. Opening their eyes they see a black blanket with little ghosts on it layed on top of them and Stu. Not only that but Stu’s arms had found themselves wrapped around their waist and their back pressed against his front. They didn’t mind though, it wasn’t the first time and they certainly hoped it wasn’t the last.

Only, although [Name] didn’t realize it, Stu wasn’t asleep anymore.

“[Name…]”

They were about to answer him when he continued talking.

“I-I know you’re asleep, but there is no way I can say this to you while you're awake yet,” he laughed, “you are literally the most perfect person I know. You're so kind, and pretty, and you accept me even though you definitely shouldn’t and I…love you.”

Hearing that last part caused [Name] to gasp, which in turn caused Stu to sit up suddenly and back away, almost falling off the bed in the process.

“[N-name] I..uhh…can’t think of an excuse.” When they turned to face him they saw that the slightly red on his cheeks made by the cold was now all over his face due to his embarrassment. They sat up and turned toward him - the weight of his words coming down on them suddenly.

“It’s ok. You don’t need an excuse. I-It’s ok.” Their voice was soft and sweet, almost causing Stu to melt in a puddle right there. He really did melt when they reached out their hands and grabbed him.

“I am not one hundred percent sure why I didn’t tell you this before, maybe it was because I was nervous you wouldn’t feel the same but now that I know, I have to tell you. I love you too.”

“No way. Are you serious!” Stu yells and jumps up from the bed, smiling. 

“Yes!” they yelled, smiling too. Suddenly he stopped bouncing around and jumped on the bed, wrapping his arms around them.

“God! Wait till I tell Billy we're dating. He told me I didn’t have a chance.”

“Dating?”

“Yeah..is that ok?” He asked, his smile faltering.

 They thought for a second before saying, “Yeah that’s perfect.”

They both laid back down, talking into the night for hours, neither able to stop smiling for more than a few seconds, both completely in love.

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Flowers

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Summary: Giving Bo the flowers you picked.

Warnings: Slasher doing non-slasher things, Prob super ooc but its cute so idc.

Fandom: House of Wax

The sun beamed down onto the beautiful yellow flowers that adorned the sides of Louisiana roads. Next to the roads and woods, small yellow flowers were sprinkled out in the grass, around long untouched trucks, and around the porch of the Sinclair family.

 The once dirty and rickety porch, now newly built and decorated, was surrounded in large patches of flowers. Some people may see them as weeds, but to others they bring beauty into a dull world. 

 Bo Sinclair wakes up to an empty bed one spring morning, the sun shining in his eyes the only reason he awoke. His hand immediately reached out to the other side of the bed, only to be met with the still warm - but empty-sheets. He squinted open his eyes and sat up with a groan. 

 The missing person, who had slipped out of Bo’s grip just a few minutes prior to slip on their slippers and robe, sipped on their coffee out on the porch. Enjoying the feeling of the early morning sun and the sound of the birds chirping, their eyes suddenly fell on a large patch of flowers next the steps of the porch.

 A smile grew on their face as they took in the newly sprouted plants all around them. Their smile only grew as an idea came to them.

 Bo slipped out of bed and set out to find the previous occupant of the other side of his bed. The  smell of freshly made coffee hit him as he made his way to the kitchen, bringing a faint smile to his face.

 He grabbed a cup out of the cuppert and poured himself a cup of black coffee. His head perked up when he heard something moving outside, noticing that the door he locked the night before was now unlocked.

 He creeped up to the door, on edge until he saw the scene before him.

 The grass under their feet was cool in the morning shade as they picked a small bundle of flowers, excitement buzzing through them at the thought of their plan. The sound of the house door opening caused them to spring up and hide the bundle behind their back.

 “Hey baby, whatcha doin down there?” 

 “Nothing.” They replied not realizing he had seen them already. “Go back to bed. I’ve got a surprise for ya.”

 Bo smiled and said nothing as he hurriedly made his way back to their bedroom.

 [Reader] hurried into the kitchen and pulled open the junk drawer, looking for a small piece of ribbon they remember seeing there a few days ago. Finally, they found the red ribbon and wrapped it around the bundle of flowers, giggling as they tied it into a bow.

 They ran upstairs, excited to see Bo’s reaction to their gift, reaching their bedroom door they spoke.

 “Bo, baby. Ready for your gift?” 

 He could hear the smile on their face causing him to smile too. “Yes darlin.”

 The door opened revealing [Reader] holding their hands behind their back. 

 “Close your eyes.” Bo scoffed but did as he was told. 

 Bo felt his hands being grabbed and pulled up, his fingers wrapping around something. He let his fingers dance around the small plant stems before opening his eyes.

 As he opens his eyes the first thing he looks into is the eyes of his partner. Their eyes were filled with excitement and soon his were too as he saw the beautiful yellow flowers wrapped together with a bow. Later, he thought, he was going to put these in a cup and keep them alive for as long as he could.

 “They're beautiful, Darlin. Thank you.” 

 [Reader] saw the rare excitement in Bo’s eyes as he looked over the flowers in his hands and knew this was definitely not going to be the last time they picked flowers for him.

 Bo pulled them into his arms, a warm feeling running through his veins as he hugged them, both completely and utterly in love.

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ive been getting into twd show only recently (many deaths have been spoiled for me so i might as well) and i love glenn sm and i NEED a gn! reader watching glenn falling in love with maggie, hurt no comfort and maybe MAYBE glenn realizing y/n liked him but they've either moved on from relationships completely/they left the group for some reason(mayhaps theyve been bitten and want to protect the group ? up to you)

ive had this floating in my brain for a while and thought i might as well request. sorry if thisbis poorly explained im exhausted atm 💀

much love ! /p

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Death

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: The Green Farm was a miracle to the whole group. Except for one person.

Warnings: Angst but ends in fluff, Cussing, Unreciprocated feelings from Glenn, Anxiety. Daryl romance. Does not follow the script.

Fandom: The Walking Dead

The beating in my chest as I held onto Daryl, racing down a dirt road on his motorcycle, just kept getting louder and louder. 

 Hearing Carl had been shot while I was searching for Carol's missing daughter, Sophia, certainly wasn't a happy way to end my day. There was still no sign of Sophia, she had been missing for a few hours now. I wanted to try and comfort Carol but before I could we had gotten word of Carl's current state.

The sun was setting as Daryl turned into a farm, followed by the rest of the group. I hopped off of the bike as soon as it stopped, rushing towards the house. It was old, the white paint chipping but homey especially for these days.

 As I and a couple others made it to the porch the front door opened swiftly, revealing an older gentleman and a young lady behind him.

 “Hello, you must be Rick's group.”, the older man stated. “I’m Hershel, I own this farm. This is Maggie, if you hadn't had the chance for introductions while she was collecting the boy's mother.” ‘Maggie’ raised her hand slightly in greeting.

 I decided to speak up, I needed some questions answered before my anxiety got the better of me. 

 “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but is Carl alright? What happened?” The man, Hershel, sighed and nodded. He gestured for Maggie to go back inside as he stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind him.  

 “The boy, Carl, he was shot by my farm hand, Otis.-” Daryl interrupted him.

“YOUR farm hand did THIS! How can we trust you when it's your man who did it!” Daryl Dixon, ever the man to not know when to shut his mouth.

 But Hershel just continued after giving Daryl a pointed look. Dale had to stop Daryl from erupting again.

 “The bullet has shattered inside of him. I will need to perform surgery in order to remove all of the shards.” He paused and looked behind him, at the door. “There is a problem though.”

 I inwardly groaned. For a moment my anxiety was relived knowing that Carl was still alive, however now it was all rushing back. 

 “We do not have the equipment to perform the surgery. Otis and your friend Shane have volunteered to go to a nearby hospital to obtain the equipment, the place has been overrun but it's all we can do.”  

 Fuck.

 I couldn't listen anymore, my heartbeat was simultaneously beating in my ears and not at all, my hands were clammy and my face felt hot. I can’t breathe. I-I can’t- 

 I looked through the group for one certain person. My closest friend in the group, Glenn. When I first arrived in the group Glenn was the first to take a liking to me, he convinced Shane that he should let me join. We reminisced on our lives together and talked about what we would have done had this whole thing hadn't happened.

 Finally, I found his face, my vision seemed to be tunneling even though the vision range had not changed. I didn't even care about what Hershel was saying anymore. I didn't care about the people in my way. I just had to get to Glenn.

 I pushed through the crowd. I could faintly hear Hershel calling me but I ignored it. I could feel my body giving out. I saw Glenn walking towards me with his hands outstretched, as soon as I made it to him I felt my body drop and I lost consciousness.

-

I heard birds chirping outside before the sun's light hit my eyes. Even from behind my eyes lids I could tell the light was bright, the time was probably around noon. Under my hands, I could feel the soft touch of a blanket, and under my head a pillow. Blinking my eyes open slowly I saw a yellow-stained ceiling, turning my head I let my eyes search for my friends. I thought the room was empty at first until my eyes were drawn to slight movement in the corner. Daryl stood leaning against the wall.

I wish my heart didn't sink when I realized Glenn wasn't there.

“Ya really scared us ya know” Daryl walked towards the bed. I suddenly felt incredibly guilty, with Sophie missing and Carl getting shot and now me fainting, I knew the group had gone through too much lately. Not to mention the walkers.

“How's Carl?” I asked as soon as I found my voice. Daryl scoffed.

“He's gonna be fine, Shane ‘n that farmhand are out looking for supplies. Are you ok?” I signed.

“I'm fine I just panicked.” I almost asked about Glenn but I stopped myself.

It didn't seem to matter though because Daryl answered my question anyway, “Glenn's talking to that Maggie girl, he just left.” 

Oh.

“Oh ok.” I settled into the blanket and looked toward the window by the bed. I shouldn't feel this way about Glenn, I knew that. He only saw me as a friend maybe even a sister. When I first came to this group he was the one who convinced everyone I could stay. He let me stay in his tent until I found my own, he even shared his food with me if he thought I was still hungry.

He became my best friend.

“Why aren't you out looking for Sophia?” That made him scoff too, he sat down next the bed.

“Maybe because the only person I give a rats-ass about passed out for no reason and wouldn't wake up for hours.”

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed.

“Hey, be careful.” He grabbed my arm as I stumbled and helped me rebalance myself. Before he let go I took his hand and forced him to look at me.

“Thank you for staying with me. I don't know what I would have done if I had woken up alone."

For a second he stayed quiet before replying with, “No problem.” as he walked with me out of the room.

-

For weeks I've watched Glenn grow away from me. I know he didn't mean to, but for weeks I've seen so much change in my little group.

First, Carl seemed to be recovering from his wound. The surgery was a success although the Greene family lost Otis in the process.

I helped Daryl in his search for Sophia, every day from daybreak to sundown we searched the woods for Carol's little girl but we never found anything. Me and Daryl became closer than ever during this time.

“So how was your life before all of this shit?” I looked at him startled at the question. No one ever talked about the past, at least not anymore. Dodging a large snake next to my foot, I answered.

“It was ok. Nothing too exciting, I had a job and some friends I hung out with but not much worth noting.” 

“I'm sure everything about you is worth noting.” I looked at him startled once again but he continued walking like he didn't say anything.

As the days continued I felt myself becoming less heartbroken over the fact that Glenn spent most of his time with Maggie. At first, I couldn't stand to see them together. And even though I'm not thrilled that they seem to be a match made in heaven, I'm starting to think maybe my match was never Glenn, to begin with.

As my feelings for Glenn dissipated my heart grew for none other than Daryl Dixon. However, it seemed as the history was repeating itself. Harboring feelings for a friend didn't go too well the first time and I can't afford to lose Daryl, so I kept them quiet waiting for the day he would eventually fall in love with someone other than me.

-

Sophias gone.

She had been gone this whole time, trapped in a walker right next to us in the Greene barn. I watched in horror as Rick shot her and suddenly I felt sick. I watched as Carol lost it and the whole group fell into mourning. I was going to puke.

I left, I left as fast as I could. I wasn't thinking. I couldn't stop thinking about the girl I considered to be a niece who had been a fucking walker this whole time. She was dead. Carol had lost her daughter. How can one exist in a world like this? 

I started to run. I didn't stop running. I ran straight into the woods not caring about the stinging I felt as sticks scraped against my arms and legs. And I kept running with tears in my eyes until I found the river. The river where we found Sophia's doll. This was probably where she had died.

I collapsed onto my knees. I screamed and cried and I thought about how Carol must be feeling so much worse. I didn't think about anything other than that poor girl. The fear she must have felt and the god-awful death that befell upon her. She didn't deserve that. No one does.

So I screamed and cried until my throat hurt and I couldn't physically cry anymore. I knew the walkers were coming, every little noise I made put me in more danger but I just didn't care.

And I didn't care for so long until I heard the disgusting gurgle of the horrible creatures that had taken Carol's daughter away. Made her one of them.

But still, I didn't move. I sat and I knew what was going to happen and I stayed there. I stayed still until I heard the whistle of an arrow through wind. I heard the sound of flesh being penetrated and a collapsing body. I felt someone grab me, shake me, and yell but I didn't comprehend them, instead, my gaze stayed on the sand below my fingers.

So they picked me up and carried me back to the farm and still I didn't speak.

-

I sat on the bed, the same bed from weeks ago, with Daryl kneeling in front of me. As he looked at me neither of us said a word only staring holes into each other.

After a few minutes, the door opened to reveal Glenn standing on the other side. He didn't say anything but as we looked at each other, we knew. He knew how I felt and I knew how he felt and we both knew it was going to be ok between us. We would always be good friends. As he closed the door, Daryl spoke.

“I-Why? Why would you do that? I don't think you understand how much I was worried, I searched for you for hours. I felt like I was looking for Sophia all over again, and right after we found her like that…” He looked down and grabbed both of my arms almost as if making sure I wouldn't do it again.

“I- I don't know. I feel like the world is gone. Everyone is dying and there's nothing to stop it. I wasn't thinking but I didn't care. I didn't care what happened to me. I didn't care if I…died.” I was crying again, sobbing as I realized Daryl had a couple of tears running down his cheeks too.

Without warning he engulfed me in his arms and rocked me. I cried for so long and I think he may have too, though I didn't mention it.

“I … care about you so much.” He started, “So much it hurts sometimes. I've never felt like this before and if I'm being honest I wish I didn't. I wish I didn't because it's new and that fuckin scares me. But I can't be without you. Please don't ever do that again. Just talk to me.” His voice cracked making me hurt even more. “Please.”

I could only nod as we stayed together, never letting go. It might not be okay today and it might not be ok ever again but only then in that room sitting on that bed, it felt like it was ok.

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Bee’s Masterlist

Last Updated - 10/14/23

Supernatural 

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Fire and Fear -  Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help. (Angst)

Castiel

Gabriel

Rowena Mcleod

Crowley

Benny

Andy

Multiple

Criminal Minds 

Aaron Hotchner

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Multiple

Harry Potter

Young Sirius Black 

Young Remus Lupin 

Young James Potter 

Cedric Diggory 

Hermione Granger 

Neville Longbottom 

Luna Lovegood 

Draco Malfoy 

Harry Potter 

Fred Weasley 

George Weasley 

Ron Weasley 

Oliver Wood

Multiple

Confessions Of Love - Small stories about you confessing your love for HP characters. (Fluff)

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Death - The Greene Family farm was a miracle to everyone. Except for one person.(Angst)

Glenn Rhee

Multiple

Pirates Of The Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Multiple

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon 

Violet Harmon 

Kit Walker 

Lana Winters 

Cordelia Foxx 

Kyle Spencer 

Misty Day 

Zoe Benson 

Blushing Butterflies -Zoe and the reader have massive crushes on each other, only Zoe doesn’t realize it because of the readers calm nature. (Fluff)

Jimmy Darling 

James March 

Elizabeth 

Multiple

The Hobbit/LOTR

Thorin Oakenshield 

Kili Durin 

Fili Durin 

Bofur 

Bombur 

Bifur 

Dwalin 

Balin 

Oin 

Gloin 

Ori 

Dori 

Nori 

Bilbo Baggins 

Samwise Gamgee 

Frodo 

Merry 

Elrond 

Legolas Greenleaf 

Tauriel 

Multiple

HOO Books!Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson 

Grover Underwood 

Annabeth Chase 

Hazel Levesque

Jason Grace 

Leo Valdez 

Piper McLean 

Frank Zhang 

Multiple

Marvel

Tony Stark 

Steve Rogers 

Bucky Barnes 

Wanda Maximoff 

Pietro Maximoff 

Thor 

Loki 

Jack Thompson 

Peggy Carter

Daniel Sousa

Howard Stark

Natasha Romanoff 

Clint Barton 

Sam Wilson 

Bruce Banner 

Peter Parker 

Multiple

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington 

Eddie Munson 

Robin Buckley 

Nancy Wheeler 

Jonathan Byers 

Argyle 

Multiple

Horror

Paul 

David 

Dwayne 

Marko 

Michael Emerson 

Michael Myers

Bo Sinclair 

Flowers -  Giving Bo the flowers you picked. (Fluff)

Vincent Sinclair 

Lester Sinclair 

Bubba Sawyer 

Disabled S/0 - Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane. (Fluff)

Nubbins Sawyer 

Choptop Sawyer 

Thomas Hewitt 

Norman Bates

Billy Loomis 

Stu Macher 

Spooky Lovers - Just two people confessing their love during the spooky season (Fluff)

Randy Meeks 

Tatum Riley 

Brahms Heelshire

Billy Lenz

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Multiple

Meetings - Meeting all the Lost Boys (Fluff)

Grease (Retired From Requests)

Danny Zuko

Kenickie

Putzie

Fear - Putzie has a nightmare and Danny gets worried. Platonic or Romantic; your choice.(Fluff)

Fever - Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.(Fluff)

Date? - Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.(Fluff)

The Sting In His Heart 1/2 - Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, what's going to happen to those bullies? (Angst)

Blurb - (Fluff)

Doody

Sunny

Multiple

F.r.i.e.n.d.s.

Joey Tribbiani

The One With 7 Friends - What if there were seven friends, instead of six. And what if Joey finally found his match.

Chandler Bing

Ross Geller

Monica Geller

Rachel Green

Phoebe Buffay

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Hey if you’re still active I’d love a putzie x fem reader! Love your work :)

Are You Sure?

Putzie x Reader

Summary: Blurb about Putzie.

Warnings: None

Fandom: Grease

“Are you sure you love me?”

I looked over at Putzie to see a cheeky grin on his face while he tried not to giggle. I told him I loved him for the first time that morning and he had been milking it dry, not that I minded. I decided to humor him. “Of course I’m sure,” I said looking back down at my project. I knew he was still watching me. I could feel his eyes on me. It was quiet for a few moments as I put the last details on my science presentation before I suddenly felt a heavy weight on top of me. “Get off of me. You’re too heavy.” He feigned a gasp. “I knew it. You don't love me.” He fell back dramatically on the bed before breaking into a fit of giggles. His giggle made me giggle until we were full on laughing together as I made my way to the bed where he wrapped his arms around my waist. As he calmed down he put his head in my neck. “You do really love me right? Cause I love you more than anything.” I took his head in my hands and looked him in the eye. “Of course.”

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Hey I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do hcs of bubba sawyer with a disabled s/o who uses a cane if not that is okay!! Have a good rest of your day/night 🫶🫶

Disabled S/O

Bubba Sawyer x Reader

Summary: Bubba Sawyer with a S/O who uses a cane.

Warnings: None

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre

* I don’t use a cane myself but I know for a fact that no matter why you use it Bubba is just very happy that he has you.

* I honestly don’t think you being disabled would affect Bubba that much, he’s just glad you’re here.

* He’s gonna ask how you became disabled or if you were born with the disability by babbling and pointing but stops completely if you express discomfort.

* When you first meet he think you’re injured but once he realizes you use a cane because a disability he calms down because there nothing he can do about it.

* If you ever get pain because of this he does all he can with meds he finds, warm baths and massages.

* If his brothers ever give you a hard time he shuts it down immediately, that’s not happening.

* If you feel insecure about using a cane he will make sure you realize that it’s ok. You’re amazing and you just happening to have to have a cane does not change that.

* Just all in all Bubba loves you with a cane or without, he’s just happy he has you.

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Could you write where Dean comforts Sam after a terrifying nightmare about Jess? Let it be around episode of 1, 2, 3 or 4?

Fire and Fear

Word count: 476

Summary: Sam has awful nightmares about Jess and Dean is there to help.

Warnings: Spoilers but for like episode one.

Fandom: Supernatural

No No No please not her!

That’s what Sam was thinking only the night before as his brother dragged him out of his burning dormitory. His girlfriends blood was still dripped on his face as he replayed what he saw.

Jessica, bloodied, stuck to the ceiling by some demonic force before she was set ablaze. The same demon that killed his mother . Sam didn’t want to leave. Dean had pushed him out of the burning building.

He never wanted her to find out how he was, now she’s never going to have the chance.

No! why? It’s me it’s my fault it had to be.

He didn’t want to sleep, no when he got into the car with his brother sleep was the last thing on his mind. But as the sun rose and they showed no signs of stopping Sam slowly feel asleep, resting his head on his fist.

He saw darkness at first, no noise and sight anywhere. Suddenly the space in front of him warped and the image of Jessica formed. Her dress charred her face still held an expression of terror and her skin bloody.

She spoke, she spoke one word that tore Sam apart completely.

“Why?” The word was not spoken sadly nor was it spoken genuinely, her voice held malicious. Malice Sam felt he deserved.

Suddenly they were back in the dorm room with the fire licking the walls and Jessica on the ceiling. Only this time his brother was no where in sight. He screamed. Sam screamed as loud as could for it to stop for the demon to spare Jess, take him instead even. To leave them alone.

But it didn’t help. But he yelled and yelled and until the flames consumed the floors, the dressers , the beds and finally him.

Sam jolted up, drenched in sweat and still completely terrified. Dean held onto his shoulder trying to help him while staying on the road.

“Sam! What’s wrong are you alright? Damn.” He swerved suddenly and parked on the side of the highway.

Dean wasn’t sure what to say how to make his brother feel better when he quite literally just watched his girlfriend get murdered by the same thing that murdered their mother.

“Sammy…”

“Dean I don’t want to talk about it, it was just a nightmare.”

“A nightmare about Jess.” Sam sighed.

“Look man I know there’s nothing that will make you feel better. I’m not going to try to make you feel better. Just if you want to talk talk to me. I’m here I’m your brother.”

Sam nodded, “ Thank you, Dean. That means a lot.”

They rode in silence for the rest of the trip, well silence besides one of Deans five records playing on full blast.

But that silence meant everything to Sam, he knew that no matter how horrible it got he could always rely on his brother.

And that meant the world to both of them.

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Hiya, could you please write where the t-birds help Putzie ask Fem!reader out for a date?

Date?

Putzie X Reader

Summary: Putzie gets help from his friends to ask out his crush.

Warnings: nothing

Fandom: Grease

Loud pounding footsteps echoed throughout the house, a few dogs in neighboring residences barked at the commotion. Heavy breathing left the perpetrator as he almost tripped down the stairs gasping and then quickly recovered, continuing into the kitchen. He had one hand working his shoe into his foot while the other grabbed for the cereal, which was regretfully in the top cabinet. A loud slam echoed through the home as the boy got frustrated, opting to skip out on breakfast in favor of making it to school on time.

Typically, Putzie wouldn’t be making such a big deal out of running late, he’d normally even sit down for a quiet breakfast before leaving. But today was different.

The night before, all of his friends and him had conspired on the phone which earned him a good yelling from his mom for being up so late.

For months there had been one distraction in Putzies life. One thing that could pull him out of the deepest fantasies while also being the star of them. There was only one person Putzie thought about every day and every minute of every day and every second of every minute.

[Full Name].

Putzie had had crushes before. Had infatuations and even one person he thought could be the one. But no one made him feel like [Name] did. No one else made him sad when he woke up because they weren’t next to him, then happy because he would see them in school for a few minutes. No one else made him feel jealous or nauseated or…love.

So when the rest of his friends offered to help him confess to them he asked them how, and when he found out how, he asked when.

Now here he was rushing out of his house and down the sidewalk because, of course, this would be the day his alarm stopped working.

Just in time, Putzie raced up to the front of the school, the rest of the T-Birds waiting for him. Almost like fate, [Name] rounded the corner into the school yard right after.

“Looks like someone else is late too.” Doody said, gesturing towards them.

“Like fate” Danny smirked.

“Shut up.” Putzie muttered, admiring the way [Name] had still taken the time to get themselves together even while running late, he felt self conscious.

Putzie looked around wildly, preparing for the eventual confession later that day- wait.

Putzie panicked as the boys started calling [Name] telling them to come over. That wasn’t what they planned, what were they doing?

“This wasn’t in the plan?” Putzie whispered to Sonny. Sonny smirked up at him saying,

“I know.”

[Name] walked towards their friends despite already being late. They weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to miss P-no the gang. They shook their head trying to chase off those thoughts before they even finished.

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time they had to stop thoughts like those about Putzie.

“Hey [Name],” Danny started, smiling suspiciously making [Name] slow their pace a little, “hurry up! Putz needs to tell you something!”

Really conspicuous, Danny. Putzie sighed audibly.

As [Name] started to rush over to figure out what Putz needed to say the rest of the gang started inching farther away, being about 10 feet away by the time [Name] made it to Putz. They knew the two needed privacy in this moment.

“What’s wrong Putz? You look anxious.” They put a hand up to his arm waiting a few seconds for rejection before gripping it. Their own anxiety grew as Putzie seemed to be sorting out his words. What could he be thinking? Suddenly an awful thought crossed [Names] mind, did he know about their crush on him? What he about to reject them? Tell them he only wanted to be friends? Or worse, that they could no longer be friends-

“I love you.”

Silence fell heavy around them. Neither of them could hear the sounds of the world around them, the ringing in their own ears to loud. Shock surrounded them both but for very different reasons.

Putzie shocked at what he just heard and [Name] at what they just said.

Putzie managed a “w-wait” before [Name] rushed out excuses for what they just confessed. Rambling on and on for what felt like forever before Putzie stopped them.

“Hey hey hey. [Name]. I’m just going to say this upfront. I love you too,” [Name] felt their breath hitch as Putzie let out a sigh of relief. “I know there’s still so much more to say but right know we’re late to class.” They laughed.

[Name] took a deep breath and decided to take another risk before they parted ways, “Would you go on a date with me tonight?”

Putz laughed, a real belly laugh, and said while lacing his fingers with theirs “ You’re just talking all my lines, huh? Of course we’re going on a date tonight.” They both sighed and basked in silence for a few minutes before a screech broke their bubble.

“That’s second period bell, we should probably go.” They parted their hands slowly walking to class with the rest of the boys following behind, smiling.

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The Sting in his Heart

Fandom: Grease

Word Count: 1,400

Summary:  Putzie’s been bullied his entire life, it’s been getting worse and worse with every school year. But now that he has four overprotective friends on his side, whats going to happen to those bullies?

Warnings: Cussing, Violence  

(2/2) I thought I posted this and just saw that I posted this to my drafts, Im crying right now.

     “What the fuck!” 

 Putzie whipped his head to look behind him upon hearing his best friend yell out in surprise. Danny stood in front of the rest of the t-birds all of them starring in shock, anger radiating between all of them.

 Putzie held his hand against his cheek, pain and heat spreading through his face as well as embarrassment. He never wanted his friends to know this was happening; he didn't know how they would react. He would never say it out loud but his biggest fear was that none of his friends would care, that maybe when they found out that they wouldn't do anything. No matter how much he told himself that was ridiculous he couldn’t help his anxieties. 

 “Putz…” 

 He didn't say anything, he didn't look at the group of boys behind him. He stood in the same spot. Holding his face looking down in shame. 

 “Doody, get him away from here.” He heard Danny speak before he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm, he flinched.  

 “Come on Putz,” he said, pulling him slightly. Putzie followed while not looking up from his feet they walked past the group of boys, Doody led him into the school’s nursing office.

     Danny turned back to the boy, ‘Robert’, and stalked towards him. He stupidly hadn't thought it would be a good idea to run by now, still standing alone in the middle of an evergrowing semi circle behind him. Sonny and Kenickie followed next to Danny as they all walked to him.

 The faces of the crowd were not of surprise, they all knew this day would come eventually, but rather horror. Knowing how close the group was and how much they all cared for each other, they knew this fight could only end bloody but still no one made an effort to stop it. 

 Danny spoke first.

 “W-Why the fuck- “ His voice shook with anger, “-did you think you could lay a hand on him, on any of us, and get away with it? What made you THAT was OK!” 

 By now it was clear that Robert understood just how much trouble he put himself into, but still he stood there with a scared braindead look on his face. 

 Kenickie made the first move. He stepped forward swiftly and swung his fist the contact making this awful cracking sound. Robert stumbled back and was quickly pushed to the ground by Kenickie and punched again in the same place.

 The other boys stayed back for now seeing as there was only one Robert.

 Robert got his bearings for a moment and pushed Kenickie off of him swinging, he managed to get a hit right in his jaw. 

 Now the boys were both on the ground hitting each other over and over, almost seeming to unintentionally take turns doing so. The crowd that was previously behind Robert started cheering not paeticly for either one of them but more so for their sick sense of satisfaction in seeing the two boys fight. 

 The two T-Birds left waiting to intervene if things started to get too bad, particularly for their friend. 

 As things started to get worse and worse with more blood and even torn clothes Robert's friends seem to have realized that they would have to help him. One of them stalked towards Sonny and another towards Danny ready to fight but before they could start anything they both got a right hook to their jaw. This started a whole fiasco of punching and blood with yelling that got louder and louder. So loud a few people were surprised no teachers had come out to see what was happening yet, or why there were so many students skipping class.

 Almost as if that thought had manifested, not long after Danny and Sonny had started to fight the other boys a group of teachers, including the principal of the school, walked out to see what was happening. 

 A few of them broke up the fight taking a few minutes to do so as the boys didn't want to stop. Robert and his friends were worse off, blood flowing from many places on them and their clothes torn up in many places. The nurse told them she wouldn't be surprised if at least one of them had a broken bone. 

 Danny, Sonny and Kenickie also had blood trickling from a few places and their clothes were ruffled up. Still they were significantly less beat up than the other group. 

 With the arrival of the teachers most of the crowd had snuck off, back to class leaving the group of boys and teachers alone with a few stragglers who would be getting detention for skipping class. 

 “What is going on? What has gotten into you boys?” the principal, Mr. Higgins,asks.

 Roberts' group of friends started firing off excuses while the other stayed silent the time being.

 “Wait-W- STOP TALKING!”  Higgins shouted, clearly fed up with the three boys yelling over one another. The rest of the teachers had gone back to their respective classrooms to resume class, leaving him alone with all the boys.  

 “Now I don’t know all of what happened here, but clearly you all had a pretty serious fight. What we are going to do is send you all to the nurses office and wait for your parents to get here. I don't want either of you groups to speak too one another until you get into my office. Now go. And no more fighting!”

     Putzie had been in the nurse's office with Doody for the past fifteen minutes, he felt awful. Not just because of the swelling bruise on his cheek but because of the fact that he knew the others were out there fighting right now and getting hurt because of him. He didn't want that he never wanted them to get hurt because of him. 

 After 15 minutes of silence, Doody finally spoke up.

 “Hey umm, Putz, how long has this been going on?” He sat next to him in one of the chairs leaning down on his thighs and looking at Putzie.

 He was reluctant to answer at first knowing that none of them were going to be very happy, but after a while he realized that nine of them were very happy now. But none were angry at him but angry at the people who were doing this to him.

 “Well since the beginning of school really but it never got physical until around third grade maybe.” He was still looking down.

 Doody grabbed his arm “Listen to me, you didn't deserve that. None of it. Why didn't you tell anyone, any of us?”

 The door opened roughly and 6 boys came tumbling through it. Putzie almost stood up when he saw Robert but Robert and his friend just glared at him before walking into the separate room. The rest of his friends coming to sit in the chairs next to him.

 He saw the confusion in their eyes so he continued, telling them about his insecurities and why he never told them what was going on. How he thought they would make fun of him or even how he just didn't want them getting hurt because of him. 

 They all sat in silence while they listened to him vent and finally open up about how he felt.

 “Putz,” Danny started, “We need you to know that we could never be angry at you for being harassed, especially for no reason other than their sick entertainment.”

 Kenickie added, “And we’d never make fun of you for it either we’d beat the fuck out of who ever did it. We would never tease you for this.”

 Sonny, 'Don't worry about us getting hurt, it's completely worth it anyways they got it worse in the end.” They chuckled a bit at that, knowing it was true.

 Doody ended with “Never be afraid to tell if something like this happens again, we are all like family we never want you in pain.”

 After their little speech the nurse came out to inspect them before sending them to the main office, where most of the parents were waiting with scowls.

 But none of them regretted what they did because now they knew that Putzie would never hold something like that again. And Putzie knew that he had a family behind him to help him whenever he needed.

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I just read the grease fanfic, it’s amazing! Could you write where Danny and Sandy takes care of Putzie who is not feeling well. Like he has a fever, he’s shriving?

Yes I can! And I'm sorry for the wait, my classes just started back up. The only time I have free is night time. In fact, its 2:22 am rn. Anyways enjoy!

Fever

Summary: Putzie is extremely sick and after trying to tough it out he seeks help from Danny and Sandy.

Warnings: Cussing, Fever. Puking

Fandom: Grease

 “Sandy-yyy” Danny called from his living room couch.

 “Yes-ssss~” She called back in a singsong voice. Danny’s parents were out again leaving the house free for date night. He held up the tv remote when she poked her head from the doorway,”The programs about to start.”

 Sandy shook her head and hurried back into the kitchen waiting for the popcorn to pop on the stove, grabbing two cups and filling them up with soda.

 Pop! Pop! Pop! Ding!

“Popcorns done! Just give me a few seconds to get a bowl.”

 Danny didn't answer, already watching the program, something about a ghost and a bracelet, he wasn't sure. While Sandy was bustling around in the kitchen getting miffed that Danny wasn't helping her, the phone hanging on the wall next to her rang. 

 She sighed and hoped it wasn't his parents. “Hello?”

“Hey San.” There was a lot of coughing.

 “Putz?”

-

 When Putzie woke up this morning he knew something was wrong, the ich in his throat told him all he needed to know. He didn't expect the feeling to get any worse, that is, until he sat up in bed swinging his legs over the mattress and was hit with the most excruciating head pain he had ever felt. 

 Stumbling, Putzie quickly grabbed his nightstand and sat back down the lamp shaking from the sudden movement.

 Damn, he thought. This isn't how I wanted to spend my saturday.

 The pain in his head did not subside at all, only seemed to be getting worse. His eyes started to almost vibrate from the pain and suddenly he felt an awful feeling come over him. He stood up and ran to the bathroom trying to ignore the pain it caused him, and emptied his dinner into the toilet.

 Great, my throat, my head and now my stomach. What's next?

 Putzie tried ignoring the pain as much as he could, slowly dragging himself to the sink to brush his teeth. He didn't even try to shower that morning or even brush his hair. He continued to drag himself to the kitchen but the thought of eating anything made him feel nauseous all over again, instead getting a glass of water. He filled it up as much as he could so he wouldn't have to get up again soon.

 His parents were gone, at work as usual. 

 What kind of house doesn't have tylenol?

 He sighed and forced himself to sit on the couch wrapped in a thick blanket, even though his skin was burning to the touch. 

 For a few hours he slept through the effects of his illness until-

 Ring! Ring! Ring!

 The damned phone rang.

 Puztie thought of ignoring it but he knew he couldn't incase is was his parents checking in. As soon as he opened his eyes he felt the awful chills running in his bones seemilying going though every organ in his body. His skin felt boiling and his mouth felt full of cotton, even his eyes were crusted over a bit. 

 While walking over to the phone every step sent pain through his entire body. Finally he made it, answering the phone and sitting on the floor in an attempt to soothe some pain.

 “Hey man? Putz, what's up? You ditched our plans for the movie.” Oh shit.

 “Doody man I’m sorry I forgot. I woke up sick this morning. I feel like someone is running a knife through my insides.” His best friend talking directly into his ear definitely wasn't helping his head pain. 

 “Damn, that sounds awful. Do you need anything?” The sound Putzie made as an answer told him no. “Well look i'm going to be busy helping my old man later but if you need anything call Danny. He’s free tonight.”

 “Alright, thanks. Bye.”

 “Bye,drink water!”

 Putzie hadn't realized just how bad his condition had gotten until he reached up to put the phone on the remover, closing his eyes in the process, losing consciousness right after. His head bobbed down to his shoulder while his back stayed pressed against the wall. 

 When Putzie woke up again he swore he could have been in Hell. His insides are cold, the kind of cold that makes you filled with anxiety, his skin burning and pressed against the cold floor making him twitch in pain. His throat felt closed up and he couldn't see clearly out of his eyes. Now he was no doctor but he was pretty sure this wasn't a stomach bug.

 He tried pulling himself off the ground barely making it, trying not to succumb to the pain coursing through his body he found his full glass of water and downed it. With his throat feeling a little better he went back to the phone not sitting down this time. It rang for a few seconds before being answered.

 “Hello?”

 He wanted to tell her what was wrong but he only managed to get out “Hey San.” before breaking into a coughing fit that made his stomach feel like it exploded. 

 “Putz?”

-

 By the time Danny and Sandy had gotten to Putzies house he was already wrapped back into his blanket and half asleep on the couch. 

 The two had let themselves into his house packing a bag of supplies they thought may help, Danny locked the door behind him while Sandy went to find Putzie.

 “Oh my goodness!”

Danny rushed into the living room after hearing Sandys outburst, before he could ask what was wrong he saw for himself. Putzie was about 3 shades paler than usual except for his cheeks which were about 3 shades redder. An empty glass sat next to him on the floor.

 “Hey man, Putz.” He gently shook him awake. Putzie opened his eyes, groaning about the light being too bright. 

 “Hey Sandys getting some stuff ready, we’ll get you back to normal in no time.”

 Just in time, Sandy walked in with a new glass of water and two Tylenol pills. After handing him both she pulled a damp rag from her elbow crease and laid it onto his head. The rag was cool with water.

 “Bless you, you angel.” Putzie said with a grin.

 “Look at you, already getting your humor back.” Sandy said smiling. 

 For a moment there was silence. Danny sat in a chair next to the couch and Sandy sat on the love seat.

 “So what were you guys doing before this?” Putzie asked.

 “Just a movie date, nothing important.” Sandy answered. 

 “Oh I didn't mean to interpret, Doody said you were free.” He felt sort of guilty now.

 Danny spoke, “Don’t be like that. Your health is more important. Now get comfortable and we’ll watch something together.” 

 It took about 5 minutes before Putzie was out like a light, Danny got up to sit next to Sandy.

 “Well guess we're having our movie date here.” He said making Sandy giggle.