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i wrote the most heartbreaking John Wick fic the other day, but i need to edit it still and it's so long so idek if i should post it but i think it's soooo good like i made myself cry

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Bernard the Elf - Gift ⊕

one-shot - platonic ⊕

warnings: none!

word count: 886

note: merry christmas! enjoy this little ramble about my seasonal "hear me out"

Bernard has been Head Elf since… well, a long time. For such a hardworking, successful, and stressed elf, he decided to take on a second, summer job. It was just for a month; he would train elves for Santa’s Workshop. During this month, he was not just Head Elf, but also a Drill Seargent.

During his third year of being a Drill Seargent, he had a different Cadet. She was his age, but she had never invested in Santa’s workshop. She spent most her time in baking, but once she reached 1400, she decided she wanted a change. The young elf went by the name of Rose. She was, well, rosy. With pink sparkly cheeks, always in pastel outfits, and wavy blonde hair that was always braided nicely. She always seemed anxious, but she was a hard worker. Despite her graduating with flying colors, and her great skills, she was still very nervous around Bernard. She still even called him ‘sir’. Since her training, she flew through the ranks. Growing to become head of Sleigh Navigation, and now, most everything to do with the sleigh.

“Ah, there you are,” Bernard said, walking into the offices. “Come with me, I need your help on the gift weight limits this year.”

She jumped up nervously, some papers falling onto the floor. “Y- yes sir!”

His mouth formed a small, smile-like line, and he gave her a curt nod. “Alright… follow me.”

She knelt down to grab the files, shoving a pen behind her ear, and scurrying after him. Bernard led the way to his office, walking with a slight limp. She assumed it was from when he checked in on the Reindeer training, Chet was a bit of a handful. He opened the door, holding it open for her. He was never one to let a girl elf walk through a door without holding it open. He was a gentleman- gentle-elf? Whatever it is, he is a good dude.

He leaned against the door, looking at her up and down once before pushing off to stand upright. “Alright, it’s nothing too drastic this year, but I need a bit of confirmation.” He explained as he approached her.

She took notes as he spoke, not looking at him as she wrote, doing her best to keep up. She slowly sat down in the chair beside his desk as she scribbled his words. “Okay sir.”

He looked down at her as he stepped towards her, peering over her shoulder to examine her work. He let out a small hum as he glanced at the documents on his desk.

“These look right so far.” Was his only response, grabbing the back of her chair for balance as he leaned down to look at a document she was holding.

“You need to sign these ones,” she said, holding them up for him to grab. He took them, pulling the pen out from behind her ear to sign them.

“Y’know…” he said after a while, his voice oddly quiet. “You’ve done pretty well for yourself.”

“Hm?” She craned her neck to attempt to look up at him.

He finished signing the papers, dropping them and the pen back into her lap. He sat down in the chair beside hers. “Your work’s been good, you’ve come a long way since I trained you, I mean, hell, you’ve worked your way up into an office.”

She cleared her throat, sitting up. “I- I guess so, I mean, Joy moved into wrapping so it just worked out, I-“

Bernard let out a small chuckle, interrupting her with a low voice. “Still modest. Even as a Cadet. You could never take your accomplishments as your own.”

“Well, I’m not your Cadet any longer, I graduated.”

“And yet you still call me ‘Sir’.” He retorted, now standing straight up beside her chair. One of his hands came down on your shoulder. “It’s just a title anyways, I’ll always remember you as my Cadet.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” she said as she quietly as she put the papers back in a folder.

“You know I’m proud of you.”

That line made her hands still. She let out a breath. “Thank you, Sir.”

“It’s Bernard, Rose. You can call me Bernard.”

He moved to kneel in front of her. She looked at him very confused, opening her mouth to oppose, but she was quickly cut off.

“I give all my best Cadet’s a gift, and I think it’s time you got yours.”

She watched with wide, curious eyes as he pulled out a small, slightly old, velvet box from his pocket. She took it from his offering hands, opening it to find an old, silver pocket watch. It had pretty engravings around the covers edge but was clearly kind of old.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“I know it’s a tad rusty but… it’s durable. For you, Cadet.” He stood, patting her head.

“Thank you…” she whispered, brushing her thumb over it. “That’s so kind…”

He shrugged, walking over to turn his Christmas lights on, “Yeah I know I-“

He was interrupted by the feeling of her body pressed against him and her arms wrapping around her waist. She kissed his cheek a few times. “You’re so sweet Bernard.”

He sighed, giving into the hug and patting her back awkwardly. “You’re welcome, Rose.”

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i want a part two or a whole fic of this scenario

Toys

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Bernard the Elf x Reader

Fandom: The Santa Clause

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,004

Main Masterlist: Here

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Summary: A simple mistake leads to a welcome change.

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“No, no, no, no, no! This is all wrong. Who approved this?” On the floor today, was a very upset head elf. The jingles in every step were starting to get on everyone’s nerves because he would not stop pacing.

“Talk to the head elf of the design department, boss.”

With three weeks left till the big day, Santa’s workshop was over run. There were so many things that needed to go right in order for the night to go smoothly. And it just seemed that everything was going horribly. Bears were not as fuzzy, dolls were missing shoes, and to top it off, the signature music box for this year was decorated in shades of green rather than purple.

“Well, I am off to go speak with that elf.” Bernard was feeling the stress of every elf in the building, and then some. Mumbling and muttering to himself, the elf was starting to feel the weight of the entire North Pole on his shoulders. He would not be getting adequate rest until after Santa takes off in his sleigh on the 25th. The head elf stomped his way to the office of the lead design elf. It was not until he barged in that he remembered just who had recently taken up the position last Christmas.

“Oh, hi Bernard.” She looked up from her paperwork to see the dark haired elf stop dead in his tracks. His lips were pulled taught in an awkward smile, and his hands fiddled with themselves.

“Hi.” Bernard squeaked, cursing himself for letting his emotions get the better of him. But there was just something about her. Maybe it was the fact that her ears blushed with that perfect rosy shade. Or that the sparkles on her cheeks seemed to be a beacon of light no matter how dim her environment. It could be that her hair cascaded down her back in a beautiful waterfall that was kept out of her face with the most adorable ribbon that Bernard had ever seen. He was vaguely aware of the fact that she was talking to him, or at least trying to.

“Something I can do for you?” She turned fully away from her paperwork to give him her full attention. The male elf tried to speak several times, but just ended up looking like a fish out of water with his mouth gaping open then closed. He went to leave the room, but stopped his hand on the knob and turned around again. Taking a deep breath, Bernard found his voice.

“The music boxes.” That was all he could get out, before his air got trapped in his lungs as he saw the sparkles on her cheeks.

“What about them?” It was clear that she was not as affected as he was being the vicinity of the other. Or maybe she was just better at functioning, while his IQ was automatically slashed in half.

“They’re green instead of purple. Who approved that?” Bernard tried to sound stern but it only came out breathy the longer he was there.

“Oh, Santa did. I thought we might get more of them out the workshop if we did green rather than purple. And we did. We’ve gotten so many asks for them by the children.” Her hands were clasped in front of her as she leaned on the desk.

“Why wasn’t I told?” Again, he tried to sound and look stern with his hands on his hips.

“We sent the notification to you. It may have gotten lost in all that paperwork that you also have. I mean, I have a lot being head of a department. Can’t imagine what it’s like being the head elf of everyone.” She teased, laughing lightly at the thought. Bernard thought that his legs were going to give out when he heard that sound but he remained strong.

“What about the teddy bears? They’re not super fuzzy right now.” He countered, hoping to find something to make his trip in here justified. Bernard would never admit that just seeing her was worth the effort.

“We’re waiting on that new extra soft, hypoallergenic fur that is being made. Once they do, which it should be done today, those bears will be nice and fuzzy.” Propping her chin on her hand, Bernard was trying not to kid himself in believing she was looking at him the same way he looked at her. But as he opened his mouth to counter her, she beat him to it. “Yes, they will be done in time for Christmas.”

“What about the dolls not having shoes?” Once more, he tried to be the head elf, but he was weak to whatever magic she had casted upon him.

“Now that I will definitely have to come down on to the floor to check out. That’s an odd thing to be missing.” Feeling satisfied that the trip was not wasted in a professional sense, Bernard spared one more look at the elf in front of him. With an awkward wave, and shy smile, he turned to leave.

“Bernard!” She called, making the elf turn around faster than he would ever care to admit.

“You know, I could use a mid day cocoa. Maybe a certain someone would like to accompany me on my walk around the workshop? Just to make sure everything is going smoothly while I check in with the elves.” Tidying up her desk a little bit, she slipped from her chair and made her way to the door where Bernard waited.

“Well, um…” he started , looking down at her, ”would you like to join me for a cocoa and a walk?” Bernard asked shyly, holding his arm out. His body relaxed when she happily wrapped her arm around his.

“I’d love to.” And with that, the two elves with tons of responsibilities walked arm in arm with a cocoa each in hand. No decided to call attention to it; they were just happy Bernard finally got the courage to ask her.

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the way you drew ted is so cute he’s just a little guy back there

Little guy in his little outfit

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Cleaning out my camera roll

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I LOVE MOUSTACHE JAKE

10.21.24

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Joe Velasco – Casual ☾

one-shot - angst ☾

warnings: none really. just like... sad?

word count: 632

note: i am BACK to writing guys. I've really missed it. and I've started doing multi fandom :p

He was not supposed to fall in love with her. That was his first mistake.

Well, it was his second mistake.

His first mistake was giving her a chance in the first place. The second mistake sort of just followed.

“What’s this?” she asked as she walked back over to where he was standing. He had decided to treat her to a trip to the State Fair. He knew she adored the shitty food and the glowing rides and the sheer number of cows they had in those barns.

“This? Oh, it’s nothing.” He shoved it in her hand, the hand that wasn’t holding an ice cream. It was a bright, ugly, small stuffed cow, that had big eyes and mini horns. She held it up, examining the thing.

“Did you… win me a prize?”

He just huffed and shrugged, not looking at her. Her face lit up, and she immediately wrapped her arms around him, some of the ice cream getting on his jacket.

“Oh thank you Joey!” she giggled happily.

That was 4 months ago. Today, she was alone. Her apartment had lost power, again, and so she was sitting on her couch, shivering. Even her cat was shaking, the small orange fuzz ball under her hoodie as it tried to warm itself up. She hated losing power in New York winters.

“It’s okay Jerry,” she mumbles, petting the poor cat. “We will get power back soon. I know you’re cold baby…”

Joe used to come over every time her power went out. He would bring firewood and blankets, wrapping them up and holding her close, warming her up till she fell asleep. He would rub her arms, put socks on her, hold her hands. It was the sweetest thing. That was a moment of the past now.

Their 10-month anniversary was something she was so excited for. Sure, their relationship started out as a fling, something casual, but it eventually grew into more. She really did love him. She knew he was not great at regulating his feelings, so she did not expect him to say it back. He simply just gave her little gifts and such to show his care and appreciation. She still appreciated him. She would give him a kiss on the cheek as he left, and whispered she loved him, and he walked out of the door with a tinge of pink on his ears.

However, on this pretty September evening, he was late. Sometimes he was called out for work things, being a cop wasn’t easy. But it’s been 20 minutes since he was supposed to arrive.

“Joe, please hurry, I really don’t want to be late.” She told his voicemail. She sat on the edge, watching for his motorbike. She had taken a lot of time getting ready. She had on a beautiful brown dress, some simple heels, and a small gift for him in her lap.

He never showed up.

She waited all night.

She woke up at about 2am from falling over from her sleeping positing on the windowsill.

“Joe? Did you get called into work?” she asked his voicemail.

He never called back 2 months later. She knew he was alive, because she saw him walking out of the precinct with his friend Muncy. So he just ghosted her. It hurt more than she wanted to admit.

She should’ve known better.

1:34am

was I really not enough for you?

1:35am

you could’ve at least called

1:42am

I’m sorry

He got all her texts. He read them all. Listened to every voicemail. He was a coward. He was stupid. He should have never done what he did. He regretted everything.

The only thing he didn’t regret, was falling in love with her in the first place.

But it's too late now.

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Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

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"my bitch pose is nasty"

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i saw greta van fleet exactly one year ago. i’m mourning.

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SHUT THE FUCK UP BECAUSE SAMUEL FRANCIS KISZKA PLAYING THE ORGAN THAT WAS PLAYED IN THE 25TH ANNIVERSARY OF PHANTOM OF THE OPERA LIVE AT ROYAL ALBERT HALL DOESNT MEAN MUCH TO SOME BUT IT MEANS A LOT TO ME!

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*intro to age of machine plays*

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missing my wives today

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bitches be like “look at my babygirl” and its a grown man from a rock band (im bitches)

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Late night Pinterest attacks

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i want one

my baby's sweet as can be

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this is my favorite picture of josh kiszka thank you have a good day