#A late birthday present for our favorite anxious boy

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Cozy

Just a short drabble inspired by this post from @sleepyvirgilprompts !

Summary:  Virgil refuses to sleep, so Roman comes up with a...creative solution. Logan is just Done with everyone (but also not at all surprised anymore).

Content Warnings: intentional sleep deprivation (for unstated reasons)

Word Count: 280

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“…sleep is just a construct.” Virgil grumbled, curling – somehow – further into himself on the couch as he flicked through Tumblr posts on his phone.

Roman sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the stubborn man in front of him. Before he could respond, Virgil spoke up again without looking up, “Don’t give me that look, Princey. You’re just as awake as I am.”

“That may be the case, but I simply ventured down for a glass of water – after having already slept through part of the night. You, on the other hand, are in the same spot you were five hours ago, and I am willing to bet you haven’t rested for a single minute of it.” Roman pointed an accusing finger towards Virgil. “You need to go to bed, my sleepless knightmare.”

“One, you have no evidence. Two, I am not moving.”

Roman stood in silence for a moment before a wicked grin crept slowly across his face. There was more than one way to solve this problem - he was creativity, after all. And Virgil wouldn’t even have to move a muscle.

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One hour later, Logan made his way downstairs to obtain his first coffee of the day but paused upon seeing Virgil laying horizontally across the couch – or rather, he paused upon seeing the mountain of blankets and smidge of eyeshadow under brown eyes peeking back out at him.

“You look rather cozy there, Virgil.”

“I can’t mo-” Virgil’s response was cut short by a yawn, and Logan simply raised his eyebrow. Virgil tried again, “I can’t move.”

Another pause.

“…but yes, it’s cozy, and I’m about five seconds away from conking out.”

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You and Me II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: After years at Hogwarts, your life would really begin and nothing could be better than to start this new phase with your official birthday party, but the next day does not turn out quite as expected.

Warnings: For those who haven't read the first part yet, Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this fic. The first wizard war was against another wizard but its consequences are still valid! Just pure fluff and an implied bit of smut.

Word Count: 3,0k

A/N: This is obviously the part two of You and Me, but it’s not necessarily related, so you can just read this one as a one shot but the first part gives you a lot of context for this, ok? ok then. (Happy really early Birthday Katie! I'd like to post this on your bday but I was too anxious for this. Hope you like it!)

Part I

04/27/1997

"You're really not well, how can a person be in this state when their birthday is so close? I've tried to understand and still can't", the brunette's bored voice made itself present in the room for the 4th time in the day and as I prepared my answer, she held up her hand and delivered her own hypothesis first. "You can't be sad that we're finishing seventh year, I swear for Merlin's sake, if that's the case, I'll...", the words slipped slowly from her mouth, as did the calmness remaining in her.  

"Even though anything you have to say sounds like a lot of fun, it's not the case. I really want to start my own life, have my own job and all that. I'm just thinking a lot lately, too many things have happened, we've all changed so much", I didn't bother to look at her, still focused on the ceiling painted like a blue summer sky and she didn't mind asking permission to lie next to me on the bed. 

"We had to grow up eventually, although some took too long, in fact, I can point out for sure that half the boys still act like kids", we both laughed until our bellies ached.

"Well, good for us then because Draco and Blaise are not on that list and don't even dare look at me like that, you know he's changed a lot", I heard her amused giggles and already imagined what was coming. 

"I wasn't even going to say anything this time, it's really impressive how you just stick up for him, I hope it's the same with me", I frowned and looked at her as if she was out of her mind, and there were chances she really was. "Since when do you need protection from someone?". 

"I never said I needed it, but it's nice to know I have it", she shrugged without looking me in the eye and I decided it would be better to change the subject, because nothing good ever comes out of a Pansy, who is unseasy in any sense. 

"So, about your...," she started. "Pansy, what do you…”, I said at the same time, but I just smiled and waited in silence for what she had to say. 

"I was going to ask about your parents, you're going to have to live with them in a month, so how are you feeling about that?", she just glanced at me. 

"That's been going through my mind, I have no idea what it's going to be like but it's going to be better than anything that's happened in the past, that's enough for now", I sighed. 

"You know you can come to my house, right? You can hide there", I agreed with a smile and we continued in a comfortable silence. 

04/29/1997

7:30 A.M.

 On the morning of my birthday, I woke up in the best possible way. The warmth emanating from Draco's body and the thick blanket kept me unfazed by the freezing wind coming in through the window. I didn't want to move and I didn't need to. 

I sighed satisfied with the position I was in, curled up under the blanket hugging the blond's bare torso, with no responsibility or obligation other than to enjoy my day. 

"Morning, love", his arms pressed me tighter against him, I could feel his calm breathing and somehow, I felt calmer too.

I left a few kisses on his bare skin and the goosebumps they caused on him made me break out into a little smile. "Good morning, love", I whispered leaning back against him.  

"Come here, let me give you a proper happy birthday", he gave my hair a quick pat and lifted my chin to look at him. 

 As soon as I crawled closer to him, his arms entwined around my waist and pulled me even closer. 

"Happy birthday my love", he left several little kisses on my face and neck before moving to my lips, but our moment was interrupted by a noise on the window.

 A gray owl incessantly beat its beak on the window pane, we looked at each other, neither of us wanted to get up, but it would be too cruel to leave the poor thing waiting there. 

"It's my birthday, I have the right to ask you to go", I gave a brief kiss on his lips before letting him go to the war field. 

 I stayed warm while he opened the window further so that the owl could get through, as well as the icy wind. 

He rushed back to my side in time to see me tear the seal off the letter I received. 

"It's from my parents, they are really working hard this year. I have to admit that", I told him as I scanned the paper. 

"At least they realized what a great daughter they have, she's a little mean but still great", I was too busy reading the letter to notice his cunning and more icy than usual hands pass around me.  

 I jumped out of bed as I felt the shock of our skin contact and he had the audacity to laugh, I had to control myself too much not to grab my wand. 

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are dead now", I climbed into bed with my pillow, ready to fight. 

20:00 P.M.

 A few hours later, I was getting ready for the party in the Slytherin common room, everyone was invited since after this stressful year, a party would be nice and I couldn't physically kick anyone out. 

I was barely concentrating in my makeup, Nala was running back and forth between my feet wanting attention and I couldn't give it to her or for the next few hours, no matter how much it broke my heart. 

"For Merlin's sake... Nala! Sit!", it saddened me to see that she obeyed but still wanted to come running to me, that deserved a good reward.

 I fed her one of her favorite cookies and petted her shiny fur before going back in front of the mirror. I checked several times to make sure I was ready. 

"See you later my love, mma will be back soon", I waved to her and went downstairs before I gave in. 

 There were already a lot of people when I arrived, the new song by The Weird Sisters was so loud that Pansy didn't hear me, even though I called out 2 times as she passed by on the other side of the room. 

As I made my way through, many friends stopped to congratulate me and also to chat a bit, by the time I realized what I was supposed to do, more than 10 minutes had passed. 

"Have you guys seen Pansy? I was looking for her", I said before turning my own glass of buttered beer over and leaving it in Tom's hand. "See you guys later", my eyes were glued on the blond guy standing in the corner and in less than a second, I was walking towards him. 

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!", I heard his indignant voice but ignored it along with all the other people, who tried to talk to me on my way to him. 

"You know, the delay is only elegant because it doesn't last more than 5 minutes", he was smiling even though he hated tardiness. 

"Maybe for most people, a queen is never late love, the others were too early. Especially when it's her birthday", I stopped in front of him. "You haven't given me my present yet, I'm waiting", I pointed to my own lips.  

 He chuckled and looked at me for a few seconds before he said  something, even with the lights flashing I could still see the twinkle in his eyes, which still reflected mine equally. 

"Are you asking this as a gift around too?", his smile widened as did mine, he took a step closer. 

"Does that mean you're not going to give it to me? I had high expectations for this one in particular", something in his gaze changed, I could clearly tell but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. 

"That particular one can wait, right now, I have my main gift", he took his hands off his back and in them was a green velvet median box with silver details. 

 I was almost breathless just admiring the package once it was in my hands. To top it off, a green silk bow and I had the impression that he had made it himself. 

When I opened it, my jaw dropped. A silver necklace with an emerald heart carefully displayed in the box. 

"Draco, you really didn't have to give me something expensive", he didn't answer me, instead took the necklace and helped me put it on. 

"It seemed like an appropriate gift, now that we will no longer be living by Slytherin rules, it’s a nice way to say goodbye", I didn't think twice before I kissed him. 

"I love you, I'll never get tired of saying that", I whispered between kisses. "You won't forget that, right?", I sighed as he brushed his lips across the skin of my neck. 

"I have no reason to forget love, I...", we were interrupted by a forced cough behind me. 

"Why don't you two just go into a room? No one has to see this scene", Blaise's unmistakable voice sounded and I felt my boyfriend giggle, not moving out of position. 

"You can go after your girlfriend instead of getting in our way, wouldn't that be a brilliant idea?", I didn't see what happened, but a nice answer wouldn't be."So where were we honey?", he raised his eyes to meet mine. 

"We better save that for the end of the party love, wasn't that your idea?", I pulled away from him and took his hand. "You have a whole party to enjoy." 

"I already regret that decision, thanks for reminding me", he mumbled that and a few other things I couldn't hear. 

07/01/1997

7:00 A.M.

"I still can't believe this is our last breakfast at Hogwarts", Astoria commented amidst the silence that had formed at our table. 

"I still can't believe it's really over, it seems like any minute now I'm going to wake up and be back in third year", Pansy added. 

"Well, I hope you'll make better decisions if you go back there tonight. No one forgot the hair Pan", my remark made everyone laugh for the first time in the day, a bit of pride grew inside me. 

"Just because Hogwarts is over doesn't mean we're going to split up. None of you have any right to be this down today", Theo said and I was forced to smile as was everyone else. 

"I was glad to be rid of you, at no point I was sad," Blaise muttered but we could all hear him and we all laughed once again. 

8:00 A.M. 

"What are you thinking?" he was with his eyes closed leaning against the train window, but I knew he wasn't asleep. 

"How familiar everything here is, the worn leather of the seat, the smell of candy in the hallway and of trees coming in through the window. Other things will be familiar 7 years from now, it's just weird to think about it," he continued in the same position but held out his hand to me. 

"That's true but I feel better knowing that we will continue to be each other's constant," I intertwined our fingers and we continued like that until we arrived.  

11:00 A.M. 

"It's time for the gifts, we prefer to give you personally. I believe you will like it", my mother said as soon as we sat down on the couch in our living room. 

 I smiled not knowing how to respond, since I usually got the same thing every year, money or more paint, and I was pretty sure they didn't choose in person. 

"Go ahead, open it. We decided to give two separate presents this year, the pink wrapping is mine and the purple one is your father's", the two boxes were right next to me on the couch, so why was I hesitating so much to pick them up? 

 A lot was going on in my head, they have changed a lot in the last year but why? I could be dreaming of the ideal day, but no dream was as vivid as this one.

I took a deep breath and opened the pink first, I expected to find anything but my stuffed bunny, he was washed and clean, different from how I remembered, but still the same. 

"I thought I lost or tore it a long time ago", I managed to say as I hugged him like one who finds an old friend, but he was beyond that. 

"He was really in a rough state, but I was able to fix him. It was in one of the boxes in the basement, remember how you got it?", I agreed again, a wave of memories washed over me. 

My parents had just arrived home from a business trip, it was the first time I had been alone at home without them. 

"Mommy, Daddy!", I ran down the stairs as fast as my little legs would allow and threw myself into my father's arms, not caring about his wet coat, which soon became even wetter. "You promi-promised that you would be back soon”. 

"Oh my love, something unexpected has happened. We were never going to leave you alone for so long," her hands wiped away my tears and took me in her lap. "So, for you never have to be alone again, we brought a little friend, he will always keep you company when we have to leave." 

That wasn't enough to calm me down but it made me curious enough to stop crying, I didn't have any friends before that. 

 I hurried to open the other package but there was only an empty picture frame with no photo inside. 

Before I could open my mouth to ask for an explanation, shapes began to appear from the black background. 

I recognized the picture, me still a baby in my mother's arms and my father behind her, hugging us both but as soon as I blinked, it was gone. 

Another picture formed in its place, I was older, about two or three years old, this one I had never seen. I was on my mother's lap holding a drawing that I had made and possibly looked terrible. 

More pictures appeared and disappeared but I didn't wait to see them all at that moment. 

"I loved these gifts...thank you Mom and Dad," I made a great effort to hold back the tears as I hugged them both. "They are the best presents I have ever gotten." 

23:00 P.M. 

"What are you two doing out there at this time of night?! Draco, have you been drinking now?", Narcisa gave us another stern look before opening the door and shoving us inside. 

 We walked in almost tripping over the living room rug, laughing at each other, to the point where tears formed in our eyes.  

"Shhhhhh, my dad must be working... uhhhhhh, he's not going to like this, u-um," his hand covered my mouth. 

I pushed his hand away from my face. “Me?Shut up? You're practically screaming you idiot!".

 "You two, I don't want another peep out of you. Come up quietly. Your father doesn't like to be interrupted," she whispered, but it was enough for us to agree without hesitation. 

"Yes, Captain, I mean, ma'am," he pulled me up the stairs before her patience ran out. 

07/02/1997

14:00 P.M. 

"What do you mean, you don't remember what happened?", the blond was clearly trying hard not to laugh and I sighed, still under the blanket. 

"I don't remember Draco, did your mother really not hate me? I can't believe we came here...", even though no one was watching me, I started to blush, or was it just the fever? There's no way to be sure now. 

"That could never happen, she made sure to request your favorite tea. Now get out of there before it gets cold", he tried to pull on my blanket but I used all the rest of my strength not to let him.  

"Noooo, out there that's too cold. Come here, it's too cold for you too", I took one of my hands from the comfortable warmth to pull him to me. "You didn't have to get up so early to get this", I whispered but soon after started coughing. 

"There must be a potion to help you, I'll just get it and then...", he was ready to get up from the bed but I didn't let go of his arm. 

"I just want you, please stay here? The elf will bring it anyway", before he could protest, I covered him with the blanket. "You're not well either, let's just lay down for now". 

 He opened his mouth to deny it again but all that came out was a sneeze, after this he just gave up and lied down too. We were both screwed but at least we were together, right? I tried to think positive.

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Harry Potter Masterlist

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Ghost of you Pt. 2 (Luke Patterson)

a/n: i pretty much set up the first one to have a part 2 so here it is! also sorry i haven’t posted in a while shawties, school just started and i’m taking 17 credits so i’ve been absolutely swamped. i’m going to try my best to post more often!

after julie receives a letter from a classmate concerning her new band mates, she immediately shares the message with them. Luke and the boys are forced to remember their lives before the accident and who they left behind.

y/l/n = your last name

part one

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Y/d/n wasn’t quite sure why she had to find Julie Molina to give her the note you had given her, but after seeing the way you reacted to her video the day before she wasn’t about to argue. The next day at school, she found Julie and fought through the few people that were crowding around her so that she could fulfill her mother’s request.

“Julie!” She shouts, making the girl stop in her tracks. “My mom wanted me to give this to you, said it was important.”

After she hands Julie the piece of parchment with her mother’s writing on it. The first time Julie read the letter she didn’t know what to think. Someone who knew and loved Luke, Reggie and Alex while they were alive was reaching out to thank her. How could she tell someone who experienced their death that they aren’t alive but they’re here, with us? She read the letter three times before even thinking about bringing it to the garage. Holding the letter in her shaky hands she opens her garage door to see the three boys hanging around the piano.

“Julie Julie Julie!” Reggie repeats himself, making his way over to the girl. “Thank god you’re here.”

Luke turns around with his songbook in hand, face full of promise.

“We just came up with this killer chorus, you’ve got to hear this. It mixes the bands already epic sound with your voice it’ll be perfect!” He starts to get the boys hyped up next to him before seeing the look on Julie’s face. “What’s wrong Julie? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Reggie immediately snorts a laugh earning an elbow to the rib from Alex. Julie just shakes her head and hands the note to Luke before holding her arms in front of her chest. Luke’s eyes scan over the paper, his mouth widening more and more with each word. Once he’s finished he hands the letter to Reggie without a word, who then hands it to Alex. Julie patiently waits for them to respond but the boys all take a seat on the couch in front of her, all their words being ripped from their vocabulary.

“Julie,” Alex finally speaks up. It seems like he’s struggling to even get a word out, his knuckles turning white in the fists he’s formed. “Where did you get this?”

“A girl from school handed it to me today, said her mom wrote it and that it was important.” Julie explains, still waiting for some sort of reaction out of the boys. All she received was a pale group of teenage boys in front of her, Luke especially so. He looks like he’s going to barf any minute. Reggie has his hand on Luke’s back in support but it doesn’t look like it’s much help. “Luke who is she?”

Luke doesn’t answer, just rises to his feet and begins to pace around the room. He briefly stops, looking like he’s about to say something but then continues to pace around the room. “It can’t be her, do you have a picture of her Julie? Anything?”

Julie frantically shakes her head but pulls out her phone to pull up your daughter’s Instagram. She scrolls until she finds a post she made for your birthday featuring current and old photos of you and turns the phone to Luke. His eyes go wide and he continues to pace around the room. Eventually Alex gets up and starts to talk to him to calm him down but Luke is still panicking. “I want to see her, I need to see her.”

“Luke who is she?”

“Y/n was Luke’s girlfriend, up until we died.” Reggie replies for him. “She was our friend too, she came to all of our shows, every rehearsal. I can’t believe we didn’t ask for her sooner. Oh god she was there that night, guys. She was probably the first person to find out we were dead.”

Luke’s brain is immediately flooded with the last time he saw your angel face. The night at The Orpheum. He remembers thinking how pretty you looked, well you always looked pretty, but especially that night. He remembers how you were tucked into his side up until the very last moment before they left for sound check and pre-show street dogs. His heart aches at the thought of your face when you got the news. How you must have clutched onto Bobby for dear life so you didn’t just hit the floor. 

Not only that, but he recalls one of his favorite memories with you. The guilt begins to rise in him as he thinks of one of the most important days in his young life, how that day revolves around you, and now that he’s somehow back on earth he’s yet to ask about you.

April 17, 1995

You’re sat in that dingy garage as the boys strum out melodies around you, hoping one will stick. Reggie, Alex and Bobby are already frustrated with the fact that they can’t seem to write a song as good as their first four. How are they supposed to make it big with only one demo? The three boys eventually become tired of the process, leaving you to listen to Luke persist on his guitar.

“Luke,” You call out with a yawn. You look over to your boyfriends face, eyebrows furrowed, you think of all the wrinkles that will form when he gets older from all the looks of frustration he makes. “Baby, it’s late.”

“I know, I know,” He replies, not bothering to look up from his song book. He suddenly flips back to a page filled with writing and sits back in his chair. “Want to hear something I’ve been working on? A little break from watching me stare at a blank page.”

A smile forms on your face as you nod your head. He begins a chord progression and you sit back and close your eyes. First things first, we start the scene in reverse... It doesn’t take you long to realize he’s writing about his mother. You’ve never pried him on his relationship with her, knowing it’s a touchy subject, but based on his departure from his childhood home you know it’s strained. The more you listen to the words, the sharper the pain in your chest becomes. Luke’s always been stubborn, you’ll be the first to point it out to him, but the way he’s able to say what he’s always meant to say in his songs never fails to amaze you. After your first big fight, he wrote a long beautiful song about how he was sorry, words that don’t come easily from his mouth. His love language is song. 

Once he finishes, you open your eyes and just gaze at him in awe. He raises his eyebrows as to signal for you to share your thoughts on the song, but you just make your way over to chair where he’s sitting. You take a seat on his knee with your arms wrapped around his neck. “Luke, that is a really beautiful song.”

“You really think?”

“Of course I do.” You reply, Moving one hand to cup his cheek. “I know you miss her. I’m sorry for the way you left things, but she’s your mom, Luke. She’ll always want you back in her life. I think you need to show her.”

He just shakes his head, dropping his eyes down from yours to his lap. He begins to fidget with his hands like he always does when he’s nervous. “I-I don’t know y/n. I don’t want to go back until we’ve made it big, you know? I want to prove to them that this is all worth it.”

You just smile at him. His eyes still won’t meet yours and his hands continue to move in his lap. You take your index finger and press it under his chin, gently forcing his eyes to meet yours. Your thumb softly runs back and forth over his cheek bone. He gets so anxious, especially when it comes to talking about his parents, but you always make that anxiety melt away.

“You don’t have to go now, Luke, I know how hard this is for you. I’m really proud of you for writing how you feel, even more so for sharing it with me. That’s a huge step.” You coo, trying your best to ease his nerves. “I’ll be here every step of the way. I will never, and I mean never, let you go through this alone.”

A look flashes over Luke’s face, one you’d never seen before.  A mix of both relief but more anxiety. His hands move from his lap and reach for yours. He never breaks his eye contact with you, his breath beginning to stagger. You cock your head to the side, shooting him a confused look, just before he clears his throat.

“Y/n, I love you.” He finally says, making your mouth hang open for a second before you begin to process what he’s said. “I know we haven’t said it yet and you don’t have to say it back but I need you to know I do. I couldn’t live this life without you and I love you.”

You’re quiet for a minute, not because you’re scared or angry, because you want to say it back but don’t want him to think you’re only saying it because he just did. You squeeze his hand thats intertwined with yours and give him a soft smile.

“Don’t think I’m only saying this because you just said it, alright?” You begin. He nods in response. “I love you, Luke. With every part of my heart, I love you. In every language I know, I love you.”

His once almost unnoticeable grin turns into his award winning, bright smile which only makes you smile more. He moves his hand from yours and brings it to your cheek. Slowly leaning into you, your lips eventually meet. This kiss feels different than all your others, it sounds cliche, but you feel safer in his arms here than you ever have. He eventually pulls away from you but rests his forehead against yours before repeating, “I love you, I love you, I love you....”

On and on for hours.

Present Day

“Luke did you hear anything we just said?” Reggie asks, waving a hang in his face. “Hello? Earth to Luke?”

He shakes his head before blinking a few times. His head hurts after remembering a moment like that. You have a daughter, you’re probably married now, he thinks. He’s happy you moved on, how could he expect you not to.

“Luke what do you want to do?” Alex asks, bringing him out of his thoughts once again. “She was your girlfriend, man. Your call.”

So many options come to his mind. You were an adult now, a grown woman with a life, with a child. Luke is just the ghost of a teenage boy. Julie could go on pretending they’re just holograms, nothing more, make it easier for you to continue moving on. Selfishly, all Luke wants is to see you, no matter how old you may be, he wants you to know he’s okay. He wants to be able to perform for you again, to hear all about your life without him. He knows full when we he sees you that you’ll be a different person now, but he doesn’t care.

“I want to see her.” He responds, finally done panicking. “I want her to see us.”

Alex gives him a cautious looks. While it was only fair that Luke gets to decide what to do in this situation, he can see how this could turn out pretty bad for all involved. Overwhelming you with the fact that your dead boyfriend now plays with a ghost band, giving Luke a look into the future he never got to have with you. While Reggie is all on board with seeing you again, missing his friend, Alex just can’t wrap his head around it.

But they listen to Luke. You were the closest to him, you meant the most to him, he gets to decide. Julie comes into school the next day and finds your daughter. She tells her that she’d love to talk to you about Sunset Curve and see anything you have saved from the 90s. She extends an invite to you to come over to her studio and talk about the boys. You’re nervous, understandably. You haven’t talked about them in so long, it hurting too much to even think about your friends, but this is for Julie too.

When you get to Julie’s house, you recognize everything. She moved into the studio. Their garage was once the place where you spent hours after school listening to all the songs the boys would come up with and watching movies after shows all snuggled together on Luke’s tiny couch. While your heart is pounding, you force yourself to enter, your box of Sunset Curve memorabilia in hand. You greet Julie, thanking her again for bringing the boys back to life in her music.

You didn’t know, well actually you couldn’t see, that the boys are there. They watch as you come in and take a seat on the couch where you made hundreds of memories with them. You look tired, they all see it. You don’t look much different than you did when you knew them, just like a seventeen year old you had that aged twenty five years. You’re wearing a ring, Luke comments on it and Alex and Reggie don’t say anything about it. You show Julie all your t shirts and polaroid pictures, explaining the story behind every single one. Alex and Reggie laugh when you get to the photo of the three of you. You’re in the middle, Reggie’s cheek is smushed against yours as Alex has his lips pressed to your other cheek. Yours and Reggie’s eyes are closed with the biggest, cheesiest smiles on your faces, the picture oozing pure joy. Alex and Reggie just look at each other and Alex places his hand on Reggie’s shoulder.

“This is one of my favorites,” You say referring to the photo. Holding it out for Julie to take. “They were the best, I wish you could’ve met them. Reggie was just the goofiest, most energetic person I think I’ll ever meet. If I was sad I always knew where to come, he could have me smiling in thirty seconds tops. And Alex, gosh my sweet Alex. He was like the backbone of that band. He knew exactly what to do and say whenever we had an issue, I went to him with my problems more times than I could count. I would give just about anything to hold them like this again.”

You pull out the next one which was of Luke. He had on a backwards hat with a huge piece cotton candy in front of his mouth, one eye closed as he was posing for a bite. Your first date. You went to a carnival together and you couldn’t pass up taking a photo of him with such a comically large food in his hands. You smile down at it, Luke is smiling too.

“Luke and I hated each other at first,” You tell Julie, but the boys lightly chuckle, remembering how you two would argue for hours on end before you realized you both liked each other. “I was friends with Alex first, Reggie not too long after I started hanging out with the band, but Luke was always so opposed to having me around. We would fight about the stupidest things. God, he was so stubborn but I think that’s what made him so strong willed, you know? There was nothing else he wanted in this world more than seeing Sunset Curve succeed. I think their success was partially due to the fact that Luke wouldn’t take no for an answer from anyone. We got over hating each other, I was actually dating him until, well you know.”

Your chest aches to think of seventeen year old you having your heart torn out of your chest and torn into a million pieces with Luke’s death. Luke can see the tears form in your eyes, wanting so badly to hold you and tell you that he’s okay. 

“Mrs. Y/l/n-” Julie begins but you cut her off.

“Please, call me Y/n.” You beg. “You’ve done a lot for me Julie, with your holograms and everything, I think I owe you more than forcing you to call me Mrs.”

Julie smiles, her hands beginning to shake as she’s about to reveal the truth to you. It felt so much easier when she had to show Flynn, but this is different. It feels like there is more riding on this moment than when she showed her best friend. “Right, Y/n. There’s something I need to tell you. They’re, well they’re not really holograms.”

“What are you saying Julie?”

“This was my Mom’s studio. She passed away a while ago and when I was cleaning it out I played a CD that she had and...” She stops herself, she doesn’t want to sound crazy or seem like she’s being insensitive. You were the one that lost them all those years ago, she wants to respect that. “Out of nowhere these three boys just showed up, said they died the night before but I found out they died twenty five years ago. You can’t see them but they’re here. You can’t see them but you can hear them when they play, but when we play together for some reason they become visible. I know it sounds crazy but look around, there’s nothing that to project them in here, let me show you.”

You’re speechless. Part of you thinks she may be messing with you, but the other parts of you are praying that you may be able to see them play again. You start to look around the room, wondering if she’s right, that they’re actually here. Luke can see the emotions running through your face as your breath begins to quicken. He reaches for your hand but forgets that you can’t see or feel him. Julie gets behind her piano and begins to play. It’s been so long since you’ve heard music in this studio. You brace yourself for whatever will come next, not even know if you can handle a joke like this.

Out of nowhere, three boys seem to appear out of thin air, instruments in hand. Your mouth drops open as you see the faces of the three boys you lost in 1995. They look so real, they smile at you while they sing but you shake your head, thinking this is just some kind of dream. You went to every one of their performances, have seen them play hundreds of times but never this song, this can’t be a recording. Julie reaches out for your hand to pull you closer to the boys. Luke’s eyes haven’t left your face, wondering what could possibly be going on in your head. Tears start to fall down your cheeks as you watch them play, something you begged for in the months following their passing. You walk closer to Alex as Julie stops singing but they don’t stop playing.

“Alex...” You trails off, not being able to comprehend what is happening.

“Hi Y/n,” He replies with a smile, catching you off guard. You gasp as you reach for his shoulder but your hand moves right through him. “No holograms here, we’re ghosts now. Pretty weird right.”

“I just, I don’t understand.” You stutter on your words. You turn your head toward Reggie. “Why can I see you now?”

“We don’t know either,” Reggie replied, shrugging his shoulder. You just want to hug him like you used to but after your experience of shoving your hand through Alex’s body you stay away. “It’s good to see you, Y/n, you’ve grown up.”

You smile, tears still pouring down your cheeks as Reggie smiles right back at you. You take a deep breathe before turning around to Luke who is still strumming on his electric guitar. You hold your arms close to your chest and let out a quiet sob when you see his face. 

“Hi Luke.”

“Hi Y/n,” He replies. He refrains from calling you any of his many pet names he had for you years ago, knowing too much time has passed for him to ever expect you to react well to one of them. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, hot shot.” You tell him, wiping a tear from your cheek. It feels odd, talking to the boy in front of you, unaged for twenty five years. “I missed all of you. You have no idea how hard it was to lose you.”

“I’m sorry,” Alex speaks up. “I’m sorry we left, you shouldn’t have had to go through that alone.”

Before you can respond, Reggie butts in to say, “You may not be able to always see us, but we’re here. We’ll always be here.”

“See you real soon, y/n.” Luke says as their music starts to fade out. The suddenly evaporate just as quickly as they appeared. You clutch at your chest, unsure of how to feel after this. You look over to Julie who has a sympathetic look on her face. 

“How did that — What just — Did you”

“I was confused too, I still am,” Julie stops you, noticing the distraught and twisted look of your face. “You’re welcome to come back any time you like, I’m sure they’d love to see you — oh, yep they just told you to come back.”

As you leave the garage that you spend most of your formative years in, your heart and your heart cannot stop racing. Seeing Alex, Reggie and Luke, frozen in time, exactly where you left them that night at The Orpheum was something you can’t fathom. It all feels too weird, they were too real. It all feels like you’re wrapped in a dream that you cannot wake up from, one that started the day you buried your boys. While Julie had just told you to come back, to see them whenever you wished, that idea didn’t stay long in your thoughts. He isn’t the Luke you could love now, he is a 17 year old trapped in limbo. While you aged, he stayed the same, he is someone you uncomfortably recognize. You were supposed to grow old with him, but he was left behind. You don’t return to the garage, it hurts too much to see them like that again, so close to you. However, you watch their sets, you see them finally play The Orpheum like they had dreamed of 25 years ago and smile, your heart filled with pride.

They see you in the crowd but they don’t make any attempt to reach you. They understand, they know how overwhelming it must be to watch you supposedly dead friends speaking to you, playing shows, just existing. It took you a long time to process their death, but as weird and uncomfortable as it was to see them again in their 17 year old bodies, it gave you the sense of closure were never able to receive in the past 25 years. Knowing they weren’t in pain, watching them fulfill their dreams, it all mended your heart a little more every time you say them trending on YouTube or on the local news. All you needed was to watch them from afar, the ghost of them, to finally be able to heal.

a/n pt.2: this was a lot harder to write than i imagined. i’m so used to writing ~love stories~ and i can’t just have a 40 year old woman smooching a 17 year old ghost so i did the best i could sorry yall

[atinydise]

Ateez reacting to their s/o being insecure during a pregnancy

❦ Genre: Fluff.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 2k2.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

Hongjoong heard you growl or roar, he couldn’t figure it out, in the bathroom. He stood up from his chair and joined you in the room, maybe you needed help. But when he saw that you were standing up well, he asked: “Is everything okay?” You turned around, to face him. “Does it look like I’m okay?” He stepped back. He tried to know if your hormones hit you or if he did something bad. Unexpectedly, you lifted your shirt to show your round belly. “Have you seen these stretches marks?” You asked him. Hongjoong raised a brow, “is it a big deal?” You fixed back your top and walked to the kitchen, still angry. Your fiancé stared at you, ignoring what to do or what to say. Your pregnancy was something uncontrollable for him. Sometimes, he could choose the right words and comfort you but other time, it was a complete failure.

Anyway, this time again he needed to give it a try. Hongjoong followed you and said: “Are you angry because of your hormones?” “No! I’m angry because my body changed a lot! Especially those stretches marks! It’s everywhere on my body.” You sniffled, ready to cry. Hongjoong passed his hands on your belly and kissed your cheek. “I’m pretty sure you can get rid of these marks. And because of your mental and physical strength, you are going to give us an amazing present.” You pouted, resting your hand in his, “are you still going to love me? Even if I look like a zebra?” He chuckled, “of course idiot.” “Promise!” You tend your little finger. “Promise babe.” He replied.

SEONGHWA

It was just a matter of time before you give birth to your daughter. You were buying the last items or outfits she would need to be comfy. Suddenly, something on the rocking-chair got your attention. “What is this babe?” Seonghwa smiled at you, “are you serious?” You stared dumbly at the strange gloves. “Babe, it’s the scratch mittens. Like that she won’t scratch her baby face.” He explained, playing with the imaginary baby fingers. “Ah... I see.” You simply said. Seonghwa was ready to welcome this baby but day by day, you started to doubt about your ability to become a good mom. You were ignoring so many things. Yesterday, you couldn’t even remember how to prepare a good and not too hot bib. You sat on the little seat in the corner of the room. “Y/N? Are you crying?” He asked, not sure. You nodded, hiding your face in your hands. “Are you hurt? Do you want to go at-“ “How did you learn to be such a good father?” You asked. “I forget or ignore so much things! I’m already a terrible mom!” You busted in tears. Seonghwa crouched down at your level. “I just do my best. And you know like 75% of ‘how to take care of a baby’. I just know the 25% left.” He rested his head on your laps. “There no perfect parents. We are just going to do our best for our little princess.” “Okay,” you sniffled. “I’ll do my best.” “You are already a really good mom. Thank you for taking care of our little angel so well.” He rubbed your face.

YUNHO

This documentary about being a single mom made you anxious. Everything was doing well with Yunho but no one knows what could happen tomorrow. Yunho noticed that you were a bit lost in your thoughts today. It wasn’t the first time since the beginning of your pregnancy. “Do you want to go out for a little walk?” He asked you. “Now? It’s pretty late?” You looked at the time on your phone. “But the weather is really good! Come on! When the baby will be here, we won’t do that before a long time!” He had a point, you thought. “Okay... but no more than 1 hour! I don’t want to be a single mom!” Yunho didn’t add anything but your comment made him curious. During your little walk, your fiancé noticed that you were holding his hand the whole time. But not like usual. It was tighter. “Are you okay sweetheart?” He finally asked. “Hum? Yes, why?” “You look... anxious or lost in your thoughts.” Yunho knew you to well. “It’s okay,” you smiled. “It’s just a stupid insecurity.” He stopped, pulling you closer to him by your hand. “Tell me. Don’t keep this for yourself.” You stared right at him. He was your fiancé and the future dad of your baby. But you didn’t want to worry him, so you just said: “You are not going to leave me, right?” You asked. “When the baby will be here... we are going to be a happy family huh?” Yunho was surprised but it made him soft in the same time. “I am not going anywhere babe. I will always be there for you and our little boy okay?” He kissed your knuckles. “Don’t ever think of leaving me okay?” You repeated. “I would never do that Y/N.” He smiled.

YEOSANG

You changed your position for the 36th time. With the size of your belly and now your breasts, you couldn’t find the perfect position to lay on. You were aware that your belly rounded a lot but your breasts, it’s another story. Pissed, you turned on the light stand and stood up to reach your mirror. You looked at your whole body. Your face was almost the same. The only thing which surprised you was your breast. It had a huge difference. All of your bras would end in the trash after this pregnancy. “Y/N? Why are you awake?” Asked Yeosang, sleepily. You turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are my breasts disgusting?” You asked, worried. Yeosang blinked few times. Were you really worrying about your body proportions at 2AM? “So? Should I take this long silence for a yes?” “Huh? Wait Y/N, this is non-sense.” He instantly gulped when he saw the look you gave him. “I mean, no- it’s not disgusting! Just different. But in a good way!” “Are you sure? I feel like it’s too much.” You claimed, cupping your breasts sadly. Your fiancé could almost get a blood running nose at the scene you showed him. “You are still pretty.” He looked away. “To be honest, pregnancy fits you well.” “Really?” You smiled widely. He nodded, “really, you are glowing?” You narrowed your eyebrows, “are you telling me this so you can go back to sleep? Or to comfort me?” He kissed your cheek before slipping back under the sheets. “Both. But for real. You are gorgeous. I’ll need to make you pregnant again. And sooner with your new breast size.” “Perv!” You throw your pillow on him.

SAN

You were at your 6 months of pregnancy. It was a new world for you. Your body was getting different, your hormones were playing with you too and sometimes on San too. You started to get used to your new body but the only thing you couldn’t deal with was your weight. You gained so much weight in only 6 months that you started to be insecure.   San was always saying that you looked more loveable now. But you could get a piece of lettuce in your teeth, he would say that you look cute. “A whale...” you whispered, looking at your profile. “Whale?” Repeated San, lifting his eyes off his phone. “Yes! For real! Look at me San!” You turned around. “This baby is driving me crazy.” You busted in tears. “Wow wow wow Y/N! Relax!” Claimed San. “Relax?” You grabbed a tissue on your nightstand. “Do you know how it feels to see your body, if I still can call it like that, changing like this?” You almost shouted. “I can’t even see my feet anymore.” “Y/N... your weight isn’t a big deal?” Said San calmly. “It’s just a matter of time.” “It’s only 6 months... how I will look at the end? You are going to leave me for a prettiest girl.” You sobbed. “Babe. I would never leave you. I love you when you are skinny, chubby or thick. Even when you have make-up on or not. I love all of your facade. And I love you more because you were strong enough to carry our baby.” He hugged you. “You couldn’t tell me that earlier? I would not cry like a baby!” You pinched his arm, sobbing. “It’s okay, like that I’ll get 2 crybabies.” He giggled. You scoffed, “I can’t wait.”

MINGI

Even if your doctor almost begged you to rest and stay on your bed till the end of your pregnancy. But you had so much things to do or to adjust before, to welcome this baby well. When Mingi came back from his practice, he would never imagine finding you cleaning all the cupboards on the kitchen. “Y/N? Are you crazy?” He yelled at you. “You should be on the bed right now.” “I know. But I was thirsty.” “Then why are you cleaning?” He ripped the sponge off your hand. “I saw a dirty spot and another one there, and there too, and-“ you pointed at all the cupboards. “Y/N. What is going on? I know that you go on this extreme cleaning phase when you are stressed.” “Yes, I’m insecure right now!” You explained. “What if we are not enough ready huh? Do you know how this baby can be happy?” You asked, almost crying. “What? Yes of course, he’s going to be happy.” He simply relied. “This baby is going to be the happiest baby in the world.” “You said that because you want me to rest.” You rolled your eyes. “No! I said that because you are already a good mom.” He rubbed the back of your head. “I know that he’s already the happiest. You told him uncountable of jokes and stories. I’m sure he’s laughing inside.” He pinched your cheeks playfully. “Or, he’s simply happy to be your son.” Seeing Mingi so happy made your emotional but you busted in tears there. “Thank you so much,” you whined, hugging your boyfriend tightly. “Hormones...” whispered Mingi a bit done.

WOOYOUNG

“Y/N? Are you ready? We are going to be late!” Yelled Wooyoung from the living-room. You entered the room, throwing your favorite dress on the couch. “I don’t go to the restaurant anymore.” You let him know. “What? Why? You know that San would be happy to see you at this birthday party!” “Then I’ll send him a text and apologize.” Wooyoung grabbed your dress. “Why do you want to stay at home?” “Because nothing fits me anymore!” You confessed. “My favorite outfit, my make-up! Even my shoes!” You pointed at your feet. “Do you know that feet could gain weight too?” You yelled before storming back to your bedroom. Wooyoung blinked, not understand why a sudden change. [“We are going to be late.”] He texted his friends. Your fiancé entered the bedroom slowly. Seeing you so sad made him feel ashamed. He needs to find something to comfort you. He sat on the bed, rubbing your arm. “Babe... do you want me to bring snacks and drinks?” You shook your head. “I need to lose weight. I can’t it eat.” “Y/N... I don’t know what you are going through because I am not a woman but... I know that you are a strong and smart girl.” He claimed. “Yes... your body is going to change a lot. You will need some time to get used to this change, but you will be and stay a really attractive girl. No matter what. Weight isn’t going to define how pretty you are.” He kissed your shoulders. You finally turned around, “when did you learned to be so mature?” You asked, wiping your tears. “Since I’m going to be a dad.” He winked. You smiled, holding his hand. “Okay mature boy. Let’s get ready for San’s birthday.”

JONGHO

“So, Y/N, when are you going to give us our little niece?” Asked Yunho, giving you a glass of orange water. “Hum... in 3 weeks. If this little girl wants to.” You giggled. “Are you prepared enough?” Made sure Seonghwa. “Huh... I guess?” You replied not really sure. “She’s going to do well,” added Hongjoong. “Are you going to give birth at home or at the hospital?” Asked Mingi. “Huh-“ “Hospital! What if something bad happens?” Stated Yunho. “Well okay... I need to go to the restroom okay?” You said, trying to leave as fast as possible. When you exited the living-room, you stood up against the wall trying to calm down your heartbeat an reduce the stress. Being pregnant made you feel insecure but the thought of giving birth was worse. What if you do something wrong? “Y/N? You are not with the boys?” Asked Jongho, pizzas in his hands. You just shook your head, still doubting about your abilities. “Do you think I’ll do great?” “Great? Do what?” He removed his shoes. “Giving birth. Do you think I will do great?” Jongho stayed speechless for few seconds. “You are one of the bravest women I know. You will do good for sure!” I could bet my career.” He pecked your lips lightly. “But what if something-“ you stated. “We can make a new world with “ifs” Y/N.” He smiled. “Don’t be afraid. I will be right there with you.” “Then okay...” you said, not fully reassured but convinced that you will go through this big step with your fiancé. “Let’s go eat! Pretty sure our baby is hungry too.” He rubbed your belly softly.

[scriptaed]

his side, her side | 12:02 a.m.

genre: angst/fluff/implied smut;

pairing: reader x jungkook;

length: 1.7k;

synopsis: a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be.

her side;

[12:02 A.M.] happy 420 birthday hahah

Casual yet thoughtful with a dash of humor—it’s the least embarrassing text you could muster. The clock had just struck twelve, marking the first hour of his birthday, and you had spent the past ten minutes crafting a text of four words that he would probably spend a mere three seconds skimming through. The thing is, if you were to be completely honest with yourself, two minutes is an underestimate of your total time wasted on this simple task; because truth is, you’ve been entranced by your daily reveries and nightly fantasies that were your dreams ever since your paths have intertwined for the first time on a project at work. 

Your history with him began much farther into the past than five months back, however. Aloof, cold, yet chic, Jungkook and his nicely kempt, side-swept hair had caught the eyes of every girl in your orientation group just two years prior. Perhaps it was your preference for exuberant boys or your avoidance of bad boy lookalikes, but Jungkook had left little to no impression on you during the first half of the year. Sometimes you wonder if he, too, had failed to notice you. 

Ironically, it was only when your second partner at work had pointed out the charming looks of the boy’s that you were reminded of his existence. 

“Hey, you know that guy from across our station?” she whispers under an impending fit of giggles. 

“Oh,” you pause for a moment to scavenge through a mental image of work, “you mean Jungkook?” 

“Yeah, you know him?” 

“Well, we’ve talked occasionally—” more interestingly, you’ve noticed his multiple failed attempts to befriend another man, Taehyung, who’s been pining for you in the past months… but you decide to keep that to yourself for the sake of Jungkook’s suave reputation “—but why?” 

 “Don’t you think he’s kind of cute?”

“Uh… I guess?” 

It wasn’t a lie. Really. Precisely half a year ago, the boy was just another one of your colleagues  with a slightly above average look. From meeting at orientation and occasionally bumping into each other in the coffee room, you had never paid much attention to him; but it’s almost as if your friend’s admiration had suddenly piqued a newfound interest in him… because the more you think about it, the more you’ve realized just how often you’ve crossed paths with this boy you’ve probably spoken to for less than a total of one minute. Now, you wonder: has he also come to recognize this oddity between you and him?

There was an undeniable connection, nonetheless. Between you and him, like two classmates sneaking peeks at the other, one knew of the other, despite the lack of effort to communicate. The opportunities to meet were endless, but neither made the leap to fully engage until the both of you recognized the other when you were partnered for a shared project just months prior—and ever since then, flutters of your heart has incorporated itself into your daily routine. His smirks at your dumb jokes, his primmed grin at your clumsiness, his divinely chiseled jawline, his subtle gestures of concern over your nightly walk home, and his hushed presentation of which his words were reserved for the occasional curt jokes and uncensored curses became his irressitable charm. 

Before you knew it, your friends would watch you awe over his looks of which you would claim to be his only redeeming quality. Before you knew it, your feelings grew by the second but your heart shunned the possibility out of a last resort to save an impending ache. 

He’s too good looking. Too many girls fawn over him. He has absolutely zero interest in you. He isn’t that great anyway. What does he have going for him other than that damn crooked grin of his? And his muscular build? And his overly explicit jokes that you never would have thought would come out of the mouth of a remote man like him? 

Why does fate seem to perpetually tie you down to a man like him, time after time? Perhaps it’s the hopeless romantic in you that’s speaking, but from orientation to bump-ins both inside and outside of work, you’ve started to succumb to the idea of a destiny in which fate would inevitably bring you two together. 

[3:04 a.m.] thank you! Lmao

You would soon awaken to the next morning after a night long of anxious anticipation. Your heart would panic in a frenzy at the mere heart he had sent you as a reaction to your message. 

3:04 A.M.

He must have been awake late into the night, probably playing his last round of Fortnite. You would probably tease him tomorrow over his obsession with computer games, as you always did, and he would probably laugh it off with a plea for you to stop your incessant teases.

...or, he was up with that one particular woman you had seen him chatting with at work. You were never the type to overly inspect punctuation use or time stamps—hell, you were never the one to chase in the first place—but why else would he be up so late on his birthday? The sighting of the two and their names that would pop up occasionally on your social media feed would always sting your chest—and ashamedly so. 

She’s beautiful. She’s popular. She probably got along well with Jungkook—something which you never seemed to be capable of, for your eyes would waver and your mind would blank whenever you were around him. Jungkook probably saw much more in her than you. Even though you two were the familiar ones. Even though you knew him first. Even though fate provided you endless opportunities to seize yet you would never come to do. 

This is why you deny this crush of yours with every ounce of your heart. This burning, unwarranted jealousy would be the bane of you. Your friends shall never hear of this pain nor of the butterflies in your stomach instigated by that boy’s simplest of gestures—he had replied to you with a heart, not to mention. 

It’s pathetic, but it’s enough for your foolish self; because even now, at this very moment as you lay in bed with your phone over your chest and your lips stuck in a wide grin, you relish in the ephemeral heights of cloud nine. 

Despite it all, you try to convince yourself: this would be nothing more than an infatuation, for something tells you your heart could not handle the truth of his whereabouts. 

-

his side;

[12:02 A.M.] happy 420 birthday hahah

He doesn’t realize it but an evident, crooked smile presses against his lips. She’s the first and only notification that lights up his phone screen. Aside from the distant lights of the cityscape dozens of floors below, her message illuminates his eyes amidst the darkness of the hotel room.

She’s the first to remember, he repeats to himself silently, the first to wish him well. 

“What are you looking at?”

With a simple click, he turns his phone off right as the bare chest of a woman spreads warmth against his back. She begins to press firm kisses down his neck and shoulders as her hands explored his hard abdomen along with the domains of what laid beneath the zippers to his pants. 

“Let me guess,” she muses at the lack of a response to her touches, a rare occasion for him, “is it Y/N?”

“Why do you care?” he says after a stagnant pause. 

“I don’t… unless you like her,” she watches him as he does her through the floor-length mirror. “What’s she doing texting you at midnight anyway? Something special today?” 

“Fuck if I know,” he mutters when she slips her hands underneath his waistbands.”

“Does she like you?”

The boy chuckles amusedly, “the hell? No. I’m nothing but deadweight to her for our project.”

“Did you meet her through this project?” 

“No. We’ve crossed paths multiple times before,” he recalls the shifty gaze of hers with a grin. “I don’t think she likes me.” 

“Oh? What’s there not to like?” she marvels at his muscular stature as her hands went to work. “What if she does like you, though?”

Jungkook nearly bursts into laughter—or at least the most of a laugh he could muster. The thought of Y/N’s admiration amuses him almost just as much as her peculiar actions, from her constantly flickering eyes that would avoid his gaze to the dozens of times he had easily spotted her in a crowd of many in locations that could never be by mere happenstance. 

“No,” he muses, “why would she?” 

With a meek smile and a cautious heart, she peers up to meet his eyes, “and do you… like her…?”

Like her? 

“No,” the grin from the joke before disappears from his lips, for his answer was uttered with sincerity. “Not that way. We’re barely friends…”

...at least to her.

The girl’s lips stretch from ear to ear in delight. Grabbing his phone and tossing it to the side with a newly found confidence, she turns him around to place a kiss to his lips. 

“Then why do you keep smiling at your phone like that?” 

“I am? Damn, the fuck’s wrong with me?” he quips with a lopsided grin. “Another round?” 

The girl squeals when he roughly pushes her toward the bed, the back of her knees hitting the edge as she topples onto the mattress in a fit of giggles. 

The boy doesn’t know it, but the girl takes notice of the knitted brows of his that told her his mind was elsewhere. He approaches her quicker than usual, his hands are rushed, and his lips are absentminded with the sole purpose of pursuing pleasure all in a fruitless attempt to bury his thoughts elsewhere. 

Why was he grinning? What did Y/N think of him? And what is it about her that amuses him so?

Through the remaining hours of dawn, from a room that towers over the city where he figures she must be indulging in her favorite mochi ice cream, he tries to convince himself: she would be nothing more than an infatuation, for something tells him his heart isn’t prepared for its own truth. 

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Three Hearts

Jared x Jensen x OFC Elle 2700 words of Valentine’s Day fluff in the Everything-verse that belongs to @there-must-be-a-lock​. Thanks for letting me play in your world again, friend!  Enough  Road Trip 

Valentine’s Day. 

Elle was torn. On one hand, it was a totally commercialized excuse for companies to sell chocolate, overpriced cards, and giant bears. At the same time, she liked flowers and sweet treats as much as the next person.

The nice thing about her boyfriends was that neither of them needed a day on the calendar to be romantic. The three of them celebrated together on special occasions -- birthdays, anniversaries -- but had just as much fun in the everydays, when there was nothing to celebrate but each other. 

Since moving in with them a little over a year ago, she had enjoyed their thoughtfulness and generosity for every special occasion. The two of them gave good gifts, and frankly, she felt almost spoiled. But her favorite presents were the ones they all enjoyed together -- vacations, spa days, gourmet meals. She hardly wanted anything for Valentine’s Day because they had left her nothing to want.

Buying gifts for them -- now, that was the hard part. She didn’t have their deep pockets. While she didn’t mind letting them pay for their lifestyle, she felt like they shouldn’t buy their own gifts. On top of that, this year, so many of the things they all enjoyed -- trips, concerts, fine dining -- were out of the question. 

Elle brought it up one weekend in late January, when they were enjoying a lazy Sunday brunch after a very enjoyable morning all together in Jensen’s bed. Each of them had their own private space, but more often than not, they ended up in one bedroom, especially on weekends. Jared had made each of them omelets to their liking while Jensen made espressos and Elle chopped fruit. 

Between bites of the delicious food, she asked casually, “So have you two given any thought to Valentine’s Day this year?” Both of her boyfriends looked at her wide-eyed, so she hurried on. “Not that I’m expecting you to get me anything! I mean, you’re always very generous. I just -- wondered.” 

Jared looked at Jensen as if he was asking for permission, and when Jensen nodded, he pulled out his phone. 

“So you know how we love watches?” 

“I’ve heard about it once or twice.” Elle nodded, her tone teasing. The two of them collected watches like some people collected cars. 

“There’s this new Rolex - Jay and I have been on the waitlist for a year. We should be getting them just in time to be our gift to each other. Look, isn’t this a beauty?” He turned the phone to show her while he continued to list for her the features of this particular timepiece. 

It looked to Elle very much like any other watch. What caught her eye was the price at the bottom: $30,000 and up. And they were buying a pair of them. The boys continued to chatter excitedly, voices overlapping, as she sat in stunned silence. 

$60,000. That was more than she made in a year. What could she possibly give that would compare to a gift like that?

“You okay, sweetheart?” Jensen’s voice cut through the buzz in her brain. 

“Oh, yeah.” She forced a laugh. “You know, you lose me with all this watch nerd talk.” 

“Don’t worry, that’s why I keep him around.” Jensen pointed a thumb at Jared, who leaned over and playfully nuzzled into his neck. Jensen turned, and the two of them kissed, and Elle wondered for the millionth time how she ever got so lucky. 

Jared stood up first, and kissed her, carrying her plate with his to the sink. Jensen followed, and brought her a kiss along with a top off for her coffee. When they left the room, she stayed at the table, savoring her coffee with a smile on her face. 

Hot, romantic, and thoughtful. How did she get so lucky to end up with both of these wonderful men?

Then the thought crowded back into her brain: what could she get them for Valentine’s Day?

*** Elle loved shopping online, normally. She enjoyed hunting around for the best deals on things. Usually, Jared was her Amazon shopping partner. But not for this. She browsed what felt like every list on the internet looking for the perfect Valentine’s Day gift. Most things were either too cheap or too expensive -- or they already had them. 

There was the additional problem that a lot of cute, romantic gifts were clearly aimed at a two-person couple -- not a lot out there for two boyfriends. She did find some cute cards on Etsy, but she was still at a loss for gifts. 

Finally she gave up and flicked over to Instagram. She was scrolling through her usual content -- friends, artists, food blogs -- when an ad caught her eye: Dead Sled Leather Co. The photo showed a watch with a beautiful leather band, paired with an embossed wallet. She clicked. 

Custom belts, wallets, key chains - all of the goods were beautifully crafted. She got more and more excited as she scrolled until finally she found it: the Gentleman’s Valet Tray. “Need a place to put your watch? This handsome leather valet tray…” That was all she needed to read. She could even get a custom design on the bottom! And it was in her price range. 

Her heart sank when she clicked to the order form. “Orders shipping about four weeks out.” That was too late. Well, what did she have to lose? She called the number on the site. 

The man who picked up the phone spoke in a slow Kentucky drawl, and she could just about picture chewing tobacco in his mouth. All of her words came out in a rush: how this was the perfect gift for her boyfriends, how she just needed a pair of them in time for Valentine’s Day, and could he help her?

Boyfriends. She definitely hadn’t meant to let that slip. She waited, breathlessly. 

The line was silent for a moment and then he spoke. There would be a rush work fee, and she would have to pay for express shipping, but he could do it. Now what design did she want for her lucky fellas? 

Elle decided to keep it simple -- three hearts entwined, stamped in the leather. She picked a deep red brown for Jared, and a honey tan for Jensen. The man didn’t question any of it, just promised to have them ready and shipped to her in time. 

Her heart was light when she hung up. It wasn’t an expensive gift, but it was special. Thoughtful, perfect for them. And her Texas boys would appreciate the leather craftsmanship. Excited, she clicked onto one of her favorite clothing websites to pick out some lingerie. 

*** It was the day before Valentine’s Day, and the gifts still hadn’t arrived. They had been completed -- the maker had sent photos -- and mailed as ordered, but there was some kind of delay with the post office.

All the other things she had ordered were already there -- some quality bourbon, cards, and of course, her lingerie. She had put so much hope into having the perfect gift, and as the afternoon wore on, she grew increasingly anxious. 

The boys had gone out together to pick up orders at the grocery as well as the wine store. When they returned, they found Elle pacing the kitchen, nervously picking at a dish towel. 

“Whoa,” Jared spoke first. “What’s wrong?” 

She shook her head. 

“C’mere.” Jensen pulled out a chair at the breakfast table for her. The boys sat down on either side of her. “Something’s going on. Why don’t you let us know what it is?”

“It’s stupid,” she protested, but they knew her too well to believe that. She looked from one to the other -- from Jensen’s candy apple green eyes to Jared’s kaleidoscope hazel gaze. Both of them were radiating so much trust, so much love. Finally she took a deep breath and let it all out. 

“I’ve been so worried about what to get you two for Valentine’s Day. You have everything you could ever need, and you’re getting each other these beautiful watches, and I couldn’t afford one if I wanted to, and I just feel kinda useless and --” 

Jensen held up one broad hand. “Sweetheart, we get the watches because we like them. And, okay, they’re kind of an investment piece. But we don’t expect you to get us anything like that?”

Jared chimed in. “The best things you’ve given us haven’t cost much at all. Like when you got me the sweets of the world subscription box? Or the coffee of the month for Jay? You give gifts that have a lot of thought, a lot of heart. The price tag isn’t what matters.”

“More than that,” Jensen picked up the thought seamlessly. “It isn’t even the gifts that matter. We’re both so fuckin’ lucky, every day, to just have you.” He looked at Jared, and they both nodded. “We love the things you give us, because we love you.”

“Even if you never gave us a damn thing, you’re the best gift we could ever have.” Jared’s face was so earnest, his brow furrowed and his eyes wide, Elle couldn’t help but smile.

“I feel so lucky to have you, both of you.” She looked back and forth between the two of them. 

Jensen reached across the table to brush her cheek with outstretched fingers, and she leaned into his touch. Jared, always the more physically demonstrative one, sprang up and swooped her into a hug. He squeezed her tight, rocking her back and forth until they were both laughing. Jensen stood up and walked over with a fond smile on his face. Jared drew him in with one long arm so they were all together in one loving embrace. 

Elle lifted her face to first one, then the other, for a kiss. This was where she belonged, with these two men who made her feel wanted and cherished and loved. Gifts and holidays faded from her mind in their arms. With them she felt safe, secure, forgetting about everything but being with them.  

*** “Shh, don’t wake her up.” 

Jared’s decidedly un-quiet whisper woke Elle the next morning.

“What are we supposed to do with breakfast in bed if we don’t wake her up?” She heard Jensen respond. 

She sat up and opened her eyes just in time to see both men squeeze through her bedroom door. She should have been used to it by now, the way they insisted on sharing the same space, the way they moved in sync. It still made her smile. 

Jensen was carrying coffee and a maple bacon donut. Jared was balancing a tray with eggs and bacon, mmm, so much bacon. She ran a hand through her hair delightedly, ruffling the short pink strands. 

“Breakfast in bed? How does a girl get so lucky. Thank you!” She looked from one to the other eagerly. “I only see food for one. Aren’t you joining me?” 

It took no convincing for them to go grab their own food and coffee. 

The three of them were still on the bed, laughing and talking and trading breakfast-flavored kisses when the doorbell rang. At the same time, Elle’s phone chimed with a notification. She shoved her cup at Jensen and leaped out of bed, pausing only to grab a robe, before she hurried to the front door. 

It was the mailman, delivering her gifts for the boys. She was so happy that she did a little dance in her pajamas, right there in the entryway. That’s where the boys found her, hugging a priority mail box. 

She was so excited, it was all they could do to convince her to wait until after dinner, but they promised her it would be worth it. 

��But it’s so long until dinner! What will I do between now and then?” she teased.

“Oh, I have some ideas to fill the time.” Jared looked at her, the wolfish look in his eyes at odds with his dimples, and she giggled. 

Jensen snapped his fingers before starting up the stairs. “Bring her, man.” 

Next thing Elle knew, she was scooped up in strong arms and being carried upstairs towards the bedrooms.

***

Jared and Jensen did know how to make time pass in a very enjoyable way, Elle thought, hours later, as she dressed on shaky legs. They had all showered together, but the boys were ready more quickly.

Jensen had picked out a slinky knit dress for her -- comfortable and sexy -- as well as a pair of heels. She took her cue from the outfit, adding jewelry and taking time for some sparkly eye makeup. 

She made her way downstairs, carrying her wrapped gifts, and saw light in the formal dining room. She walked in slowly to find the room awash in candlelight. 

The table was set with their finest dishes and laden with food. A vase of deep red roses sat in the center. Behind it, boxes and bags of her favorite chocolates -- hazelnut and caramel -- were stacked in a glittery pile. 

The boys both stood up, one on either side of the table. She took both their hands and let them lead her to her seat between them. 

The food was amazing, course after course delivered from their favorite restaurant: french onion soup and salads, crab cakes and shrimp cocktail, followed by perfectly cooked steaks with loaded potatoes and veggies sides. Neither of them let her lift a finger to so much as pour a drink. 

They lingered over dinner, talking and laughing, sharing food and kisses. When they were finally done, the boys cleared away the plates. When they returned, Jared was carrying champagne and three flutes, while Jensen had a cheesecake topped with strawberries and chocolate. 

Elle’s eyes widened. “That looks amazing, but I’m too full to eat another bite. Can we exchange gifts first?” 

Jared and Jensen went first, handing one another identical boxes. They all knew what was inside, but that didn’t stop them from opening the watches with delight. Jensen got his on first, and then rounded the table to kiss Jared just as soon as he finished with the clasp. 

Elle looked on, beaming. It was something they shared, and they deserved it. Now that they had talked it out, she didn’t feel inferior for not buying luxury gifts. Plus, she knew her presents would be a perfect compliment. She grinned as she handed them the parcels she had carefully wrapped. They tore into the paper eagerly. 

Jensen looked up first, a question in his eyes. 

“It’s a valet tray. It sits on your dresser so you have a place to put your watch.” 

He threw back his head and laughed, that full laugh she loved so much. “Of course! It’s perfect, love, thank you.”

Jared was still tracing the three hearts on the bottom when he looked up and grinned. “Yes, thank you.” Then he turned his gaze towards Jensen. “Three hearts, Jay, did you see?” 

Jensen nodded before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silky drawstring bag. He shook it into his palm and then held it out. 

Elle drew in a sharp breath as she reached for it. She saw that it was a puzzle ring.

“Three bands in one, just like us,” Jensen said softly. 

“And you can fidget with it. We know how you love your fidget rings,” Jared added. “But look.” He took the ring back and turned it so she could see inside the band. Stamped inside -- three interlinked hearts. 

Elle looked from one to the other. Jensen’s hand closed over Jared’s as they slipped the ring onto her index finger. It fit like it belonged there. She looked from one handsome face to the other, and her eyes welled up as she whispered, “How did I get so lucky?”

They kissed her one at a time, and then together, until she was breathless and laughing. 

“How did we ever get so lucky?” Jensen echoed.

“You’re the best gift we’ve ever had, and all we could ever want,” Jared said. 

“All? Even with that cheesecake sitting there?” she teased. 

“Well, now that you mention it--” 

Long after they had eaten their fill of cheesecake, they were still trading sticky sweet kisses, laughing and lingering around the table, three hearts in love. 

***

AN: Dead Sled Leather is a real company founded by a local artist who does amazing work. I don’t know if he chews tobacco and I don’t know how he feels about polyamory, but he makes beautiful leather goods.  Thanks to @mskathywriteswords​ for working with my feverish brain to get this into some kind of readable shape, as well as pointing out some of the really cute poly gifts there are on Etsy! You’re the best.  Thanks again @there-must-be-a-lock​ for letting me have fun with these three, and taking a last-minute submission to your Three(k)some Challenge! 

SPN First Last and Always: @boondoctorwho @dawnie1988 @deanwanddamons @defenderrosetyler @divadinag @emoryhemsworth @fookinghelljensensthighs @idreamofplaid @kalesrebellion @kickingitwithkirk @maddiepants @magssteenkamp @onethirstyunicorn   @the-chocolate-moose  @there-must-be-a-lock @tloveswriting

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Survey #425

“evolution repressed by our backwards contest  /  breeding our torrential demise as we come to this edge”

Serious question, peanut butter or nutella? I think Nutella is a godsend, but I use peanut butter waaaaay more often. We don't even really buy Nutella because I will destroy the jar. Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Baked. What is your oldest sibling’s middle name? Kathryn. I think. Do you like breadsticks? I just like bread, man. What are your favorite things to spend money on? Tattoos, uuuuugggghhhhh <3 Which would you rather have a new puppy or kitten? Neither, really. Most puppies drive me insane (even though they're cute as everliving fuck), and I don't want another cat. Mom actually talked about getting another, but I really just want my one boy. Roman would get SO jealous, anyway. I enjoy just having my baby. How old will you be on your next birthday? 26. Yikes. Do you ever feel self-conscious when you eat around other people? As "the fat one," I can be sometimes. I would say though that more often than not, it's sort of whatever to me because I'm a human that has to eat. When you opened your eyes this morning, what were your first thoughts? I thought I slept way later than I actually did. What is one thing in the room you’re in that reminds you of somebody? My stuffed meerkat Rebel. Jason got it for me for my first birthday that we were together. Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? Never again. I was once able to think "agree to disagree," but sometimes by doing so, you're siding with evil by not enforcing what is more than just a belief. It should come with being a human. Also given my own sexuality, it would be a slap in the face to me. Would you ever want to be a supermodel, or date one? Hell no. I'd date one though, if they were modest about their position. Honestly, have you ever made fun of somebody so bad they cried? Wow, no. Honestly, would you rather be complimented on your looks or intelligence? Quite frankly, nowadays, my appearance. I need it. My self-confidence is so far below "shit." Have you ever purchased a pregnancy test, for yourself or otherwise? Nope. You can get one thing, anything, for free right now. What do you pick? Why? Hm. I know I talk about it a lot, but it would still probably be a 40 gallon terrarium for Venus. She needs - and deserves - it. Honestly, have you ever danced naked? NOOOOOOOO. What was the first illegal thing that you did? Did you get caught? Downloaded music. My mom eventually found out, but didn't care much. What is the home page on the computer you’re on? Google. Do you like to write poetry? I do, but I haven't done it in a while. :/ Are your ears pierced? Yes. If so, were they pierced with a piercing gun, or with a sterile needle? Piercing gun. Which, by the way, do not do. There are many more risks with a piercing gun versus a needle by a professional. Do you wear makeup regularly? I never do. Did you eat cereal for breakfast today? No. I've been on a bagel kick lately. When was the last time you tripped over something? Last night, actually. The rug in the living room was slightly turned up, and I tripped in the dark. I didn't actually fall, thankfully. Any obsessive-compulsive tendencies? I'm diagnosed with OCD. I experience more ruminations and intrusive thoughts more than obsessive behaviors, though. Who was the last person you yelled at? Probably Mom. Why did you yell at them? I don't remember. Favorite type of apple? I like pink lady apples. I really enjoy any, so long as they're crisp. Ever seen live horse racing? No. To be totally honest, I don't really like the concept of it. Motivating a horse to run by hurting it doesn't exactly seem moral... How about live greyhound racing? No. What’s one thing, besides the obvious, that you couldn’t live without? The Internet, haha. Have you ever touched a giraffe? No. What does your mom call you? Britt. What stresses you out the most in life? I really don't think I could pick a top one. There are so many. Do you play any PC games? What is your favorite? Yeah. Y'all probably know WoW is my favorite. If you were pregnant, how would you tell the father? Well, that would depend on the circumstances. Did we want a baby? Was it a bad surprise, a happy surprise? I can't answer this with just one idea. What’s the hardest level you can play on Guitar Hero? I used to be able to slam out Expert easily with only very few songs I had to play on Hard, but now it's been YEARS. I've played less than once in a blue moon, and my skill's definitely faded some. It really depends on the song. What ever happened with you and your first boyfriend? He couldn't handle my depression anymore. What’s your favorite country song? "When The Stars Go Blue" by Tim McGraw, probably. What is the worst thing a former boyfriend/girlfriend has done to you? Fail to communicate what he was feeling with me and then make a dashing break for it very, very abruptly after three and a half years. It put me past a state of shock, but trauma with how no less than obsessed I was with him. What were you for Halloween last year? I didn't dress up. :/ I wish I had the money and motivation alike to. Are you feeling guilty for something? I always will. Are you usually quiet or loud? Quiet. How many hours do you spend on the computer a day? Like... uh... all of them, oof. What is the show that you watched when you were little, and you still do? Meerkat Manor. Do your siblings text you? Not really. Do you want a small or big wedding? Small. Have you ever searched for your own house on Google Earth? Not the house I currently live in, but I have before. Who is your ex dating/talking to? I don't know. Ever kissed someone who smokes? No. Does it take a lot for someone to annoy you? Frankly, no. Do you own your own computer? This laptop, anyway. Did you ever have to share a room with one of your siblings? Yes, with my younger sister as a kid and pre-teen. What noises in the room you’re in, do you hear at the moment? I hear the video I'm watching, as well as my fan. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes. What’s the biggest upcoming event for you? Nothing. Not like that's a surprise. What do you typically order from Wendy’s? Son of the Baconator. @_@ Have you ever been given a lapdance by an actual stripper? No. Those are so awkward to me. What do you love most about yourself? I don't know these days. Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? No. What are you doing right now? This survey and re-watching John Wolfe play Outlast 2. What’s bothering you right now? I'm immensely nervous about tomorrow. I have my first (and I pray the fuck to God not only) session with my new personal trainer then, and I'm terrified by how my body and my mental fortitude is going to react. Y'all have no fucking idea JUST how out of shape I am, and the muscles in my legs seem basically non-existent by now. I have to do something about my health, though, and I'm determined to make this shit work. More than determined. I know the first day is going to be hard, but I need to do this more than I can explain. What was the last thing you drank? ... What great fucking timing, I have a can of Mountain Dew, lol... That's another thing that needs to change. I've gotta stop the emotional and boredom-eating and chill the fuck out with soda. Be honest, do you like people in general? Quite frankly, no. There are plenty of people I love and think are amazing, of course, but I think I lean towards humanity being too shitty to like "in general." Do you want your tongue pierced? I miss my snake eyes. :/ That was suuuuch a cute piercing. I just had to take it out for the safety of my teeth. I kept accidentally clamping down on one of the balls when eating, and it would cause tiny fractures. Do you change your phone background a lot? No. Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something? No. Have you ever been strip searched? No. Do you have a funny last name? Does anyone make fun of it? It's not funny-sounding, no, I just think it's too manly for me to enjoy as part of my name. Ever have a drug overdose? What did you OD on exactly? Yes. Oddly enough, I don't remember what I OD'd on now... You'd think I would, given how extreme the situation was. It was some cold medicine. Do you get sick of people who call themselves bipolar all the time? I absolutely do. It's extremely insensitive to people like myself who legitimately suffer - and I do mean "suffer" - from the disorder. Describe your day so far in three words: Dull. Lazy. Anxious. What was the most stressful project you had so far/while in school? Probably my senior project and the presentation I had to do for it. I taught about the fallacies and misconceptions of snakes, and I made a PowerPoint and some drawings to color and crosswords for the special ed children. I was so, so very nervous, but I got through it fine and the kids seemed to enjoy it. I actually still have the recording. Choose one- Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: MILKY WAY. FUCK I love those. Have you ever stepped in dog poop? UGH yes. What was the last thing you spent money on? My niece's birthday present. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Yeah. Is there a guy that knows a lot about you? I almost said "yes," but then I realized he doesn't know me at all anymore. I've changed so much, hopefully mostly for the better. He hasn't "known" me in many years. Is there someone you just can’t imagine your life without? It's terrifying to imagine my life without Mom; Sara, too. Do you prefer Starbucks coffee or small cafe coffee? I prefer no coffee. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah. Do you enjoy being outdoors? If it's cool outside and I have somewhere to sit that's not the ground, yes. Do people tell you that you have an accent? Sometimes. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? They're pretty, but I don't support their usage by this point in my life. They're a fire hazard, triggering to some vets with PTSD, and beyond terrifying for animals. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? I get most heated about child molestation. You do not fucking touch a child like that. I don't even write any of my bajillion evil guys committing it in RP because I just can't stomach it. Even when my little sister (a children's social worker) is telling Mom about some stuff she sees at work, I have to not be present, 'cuz that shit isn't rare. It's nauseating. Is there anyone you would take a bullet for? A good number of people, honestly. Do you enjoy tanning? Hell no, I avoid the sun and heat at like all costs. Are you a virgin? This is going to sound weird, but I actually don't know, but I lean towards no. Who’s your celebrity crush? mARK EDWARD FISCHFUCK Did or do you get good grades in English class? I was always excellent in English. What part of your body are you self-conscious about? My stomach. But I'm self-conscious about everything else, too. Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? No. Everyone knows I can't cook worth a damn. Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Truly close, no. Unless you include pets, actually. Then a few. :/ Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yep. When was the last time you got a shot? Earlier this year for Covid. Get your fucking vaccine, btw. :^)

[tinytigerrrr]

11 for 11 may 🙏, 15, 21, 23, 25, 28, 31, 38, 45, 48 😉 & 49!

11 for 11 may, my god bless you my friend!! <3 And Also THANKS FOR THE ASKS!! <33 Sorry it took so long I really wanted to take my time hehe c: 11. Describe your ideal day. I think my ideal day is sleeping in late, what for me is normal, around 12pm. Then I wake up, eat a good breakfast, sit with my cat on my lap for smtn like an hour. And then I go outside, bcs the sun is shining. I meet my friends and we go picknick somewhere in the sun beneath a few little trees. I buy smtn to drink somewhere because its very hot and ofc I forgot my drink. Its so refreshing and I feel so alive and the world is so beautifull. Me and my friends, we laugh a lot and just enjoy the good weather, the nice day and the little foods. And than at the evening we bbq or eat smtn else nice, and have a good evening. We sit outside for a while, feeling the summer evening becoming cooler. We watch as the stars come out and think to ourselves if we ever looked up at the same stars together in another life. And then when it’s really late, I go back home, feeling the cool breeze against my skin while I ride my electric bike. At home everyone is asleep so I walk in very softly and there I see my cat sleeping in the chair so I walk to her and bent over giving her a gentle kiss on her little head. She makes mmrrr sound and I tell her I love her and that I had an amazing day. After that I give her some food and I go to bed. Maybe take a showe bcs it was so hot today. And then I lay in my bed, tired but very fufilled after such a wonderfull day. Storing the happy memories in my head thinking how blessed I am with my life. As I fall asleep I feel gratefull for today and all the beautiful things that brought it.  Yeah, I think thats mu ideal day. Friends, good weather, sunshine, little food, laughter, love, my cat lucy, summer - yeah smtn like that c: 15. What is your favorite compliment to recieve? I like all kind of compliments. Im a sucked for compliments. I know I do a good job most of the time, but there’s just smtn in me that really likes the validation? I know I don’t need it. But it just makes my soul shine like: Ohmygawd thank you so much this makes me so happy D:. But If I had to think, I think I like the compliment saying I have a good energy or vibe the most. Bcs its so pure and real and not everyone can sense/say that. And you’re energy is not smtn you can fake or make more beautiful. So its such a sincere compliment, that I think thats my favorite compliment to recieve c: 21. Tell us about your music taste. Bro, this is a long one HAHAHA. But I will keep it short: ‘Diverse.’ I think that describes my music taste the best. Because I listen to A LOT of different things. Just what I feel like or in what mood I am. And one thing I also like a lot is when a song makes me feel ‘free’. As if im totally cut off from the world. Thats a really nice feeling music can give you. And ofc songs that make me feel things. Bcs often then I can use it as inspiration. So yeah, thats abt my music taste haha c: Also! I like it when songs have a deeper meaning. Idk why, but thats just megical c: 23. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a kid? OH I already answered this one so I will just copy and paste it here! c: ‘’ YES! I HAD. AND I STILL HAVE IT! I dont sleep with it anymore but it has a honorable place among my other stuffed animals. It is a cow, that is formed like a teddy bear so its more cartroony instead of animal like, her name is Koetjeboe and you could play a musicbox song of A Small World from Disneyland. It was my favarite soung and whenever I felt anxious as I child I would play it and it would sooth my soul and fill me with happyness. Aaah good times c: I also had a cat, named, Poes, she is very very very soft, well was, nowadays she aint HAHA she looked like my cat when I was younger, Sjimmie, I loved the plush. Mom bought it for me in England in the Harry Potter castle. It was amazing c: So, I kinda had two, but Koetjeboe the cow is rly my birth stuffed animal haha c:’’ 25. What dream trip would you take with your wife? Honestly, anywhere with her would be a dream. And if she has somewhere wehere she really wants to go, I would just go with that c: Seeing someone you love happy is such a gift so I totally wouldn’t mind going anywhere. That is also because I have so many places I want to go, and almost every place interests me. I can’t think of a country or city or place I am not interested in visiting. I always loved to travel, and still do, so anything would be good c: But if she’s like: Hey what do you want badly? I would probably say somewhere with a beach. I love the sea and I love the beach. So that would be a thing I would love too hahaha. But yeah, anything rly, and the beach c: 28. What makes you smile? Oh boi, what doesn’t?! HAHA. A lot of things make me smile tbh bcs I get happyness out of almost everything. I can remember that I was crying and felt sad, and even then I smiled because it was such a special experience haha. But if I had to say some things I would say; My cat Lucy, cant help but smile whenever I see her, my friends, you super included <3, sunshine, good food, baby animals and honestly just life in general c: 31. How do you show your love? Again, how don’t I? I learned at a very young age to show love in different ways. Bcs I wanted to be a good person. And one of those things is showing love. So I do it with words, saying I really love someone or giving them compliments, thats a big one for me haha. I also like to really support my friends through words. Just supporting them for whoever they are! I also like to give things. It can go from small presents to food to many or big presents on their birthday. Also I like to help people, to give them advice or agai support them any way I can. I also show it through physical contact, as in hugs ans such. And I even sometimes lean toward just really cuddling up to someone HAHAHA But I don’t do that tbh, bcs at the same time it makes me feel uncomfy, but at the same time im like: Ohmygawd I love yo uso much just lemme huddle up against you to share my love with you and ahfgs. So amny ways HAHAHA some more difficult for me and others really easy. Like presents or food, hit me up, imma get you some nice flowers or some sweets or a book you really like bcs I love yu!

38. Who do you admire? Myself *smirk* HAHHA no kiddin. I admire my friends. Because those people have been through hell, or still going through hell, and still decide to be genuine good persons. I’ve seen from upclose what they have to deal with. And they still give so much love tot he world and people and want to help. Its really a blessing to have people like that around me. And I thank the heavens for that. So I would say my friends. Yes. (pls know you are in this picture too. Hello, going through hell still being super good person, ok.) 45. Do you have tattoos or want any? Yes, I have one underneath my feet. HAHA oke jokes, sorry HAHA. No I don’t have any. And I would like one yes. Im not sure what I want tho. I am always thinking of a tiger. Or a lotus flower. Or a little symbol on the inside of my left wrist. That last one I smtn I’ve had for years. I dont know why but I would really like that. A small thing on that place. But what that is gonna be, I have NO idea. OH and I want a smilie face underneath my big toe! Thats just one for fun, but I would rly like it haha.

48. Did you know you’re actually a gift tot he world, for real? IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE *SOB* Thank yo uso much frend!! It means so much to me to hear that I just can’t. My gosh. When I see yu imma hug ya big time. SOB 49. What’s your favorite memory? Ooh this is a hard one. Mostly because I have many good memories and also because Im actually pretty bad at remembering things HAHHA thats two opposites I know xD But uuh, oke I thought about it, but im so sorry i cant think of one RIP. But if I had to choose I would choose smtn that made me smile. That made me really happy. So one with Lucy, many with Lucy, or one with my friends, many with my friends, with my mom, traveling, and so fort. There are a lot and I wish i could show them all to you. Sadly I can’t. BUT We can make our own favorite memories. So lets do that, okay? <3

[sweets-r-cool]

ackdkdk 👉🏻👈🏻 so i know you did something similar to this request w bakugo and uraraka, but maybe it could be about his SO finding them in a position and misinterprets(??) it and it’s just angsty, but ends with fluff? make it as angsty if possible i wanna hurt myself 😎✨🧚🏻‍♀️🌈 thank you in advance!!

A/n: Thank you for requesting <3 I hope this is angsty enough for you, enjoy

Katsuki wasn’t one to care for anyone or anything but being number one. You were completely aware of that, until you started dating him, of course.

Despite the fact the explosive blonde wasn’t exactly openly affectionate, he had his own ways of showing he cared for you. There wasn’t a time you could name he was late on any dates or other events you’d invited him to, which was why when he failed to get you a present for your birthday it came as a surprise.

Katsuki was on top of things like that normally, yet he’d forgotten.

You had long forgiven him for that though, seeing as it wasn’t that big of a deal, and he spent your birthday with you, that was enough.

Just being with him was enough.

That was why you couldn’t help but wonder why he was avoiding you. It had been almost a week since you’d noticed the change in his attitude. Each day as the week progressed he spent less time with you and when he did you could see hidden in his expression there was something he wasn’t telling you.

As the anniversary of when you two started dating began to roll around, you got worried. Did he forget?

It felt like maybe that was the best of the possible outcomes. You didn’t want to think that maybe, just maybe he’d regretted ever dating you. And Katsuki may have been mean at times but he wouldn’t stoop so low as to cheat on you. You knew that.

So why did people whisper so much around you?

Just as Katsuki seemed to grow almost more distant everyday, the whispers of the eyes that followed you in the hallways of UA grew louder, sending a feeling to your gut that made you anxious and nauseous.

You couldn’t help but feel bad knowing Katsuki wouldn’t cheat and still feeling like he might be at the same time. At times, you could see just how much better he was than you and how much better the others in your class were.

Now it was two days before your anniversary. The feelings inside you that were bottled up were near exploding, and as soon as the bell rang signalling the end of the school day, you went to find Ochaco.

She always let you rant to her, and was overall one of the people you were closest with aside from Katsuki. You turned the hallway to see the back of your boyfriend, Katsuki. You raised your hand and opened your mouth to call out to him, but before you could, you stopped yourself.

There Uraraka was with him, pressed up against the wall with one of her wrists pinned by Katsuki. Whatever they were talking about fell to deaf ears as a wave of heat and the coldness rushed over you.

“K-katsuki...” your small voice almost didn’t reach him, but you turned away from him before you even got to see his face.

“Y/n-” you didn’t stay to hear the end of it.

The tears ran down your face faster than you ran off the campus.

You really weren’t good enough for him, but apparently, your own friend was. He couldn’t even tell you he didn’t love you anymore before moving on.

Your throat burned at the feeling of running out of breath while sobbing, but that didn’t stop you. Katsuki grabbing your wrist did. 

You turned back around ripping your wrist from his grip, “NO!” you sobbed out. “Just go! You love her, don’t you?! Fucking asshole.” 

“Y/n-”

“Stop! I don’t care! If I’m not good enough for you just leave!” you fell to the ground roughly, successfully scraping your knees. The tears blocked your vision but you didn’t bother to wipe the never ending stream, opting to just keep your gaze down.

You could sense Bakugo crouching down in front of you to your level. “Y/n-” You looked the opposite way of where he was, “You Dumbass, just look at me.”

Still ignoring his commands, Bakugo grabbed your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look at him-

To look at... your favorite flowers...?

You didn’t remember telling him what they were, you didn’t see the point.

“I-” you began, but Katsuki cut you off with a kiss. Wiping your tears away as he pulled away and cupped your cheeks.

“I know, that’s why I went and asked Round Face,” the crimson eyed boy explained, it wasn’t long before your already red face came to match his eyes after you realized your mistake.

“Oh...” you muttered, embarrassed, “but isn’t our anniversary tomorrow?”

“It is, but I was planning on getting you early surprises,” well, now you were just embarrassed, “I even got the extras to help but I knew they don’t know when to shut up so I threatened them.”

Well, now you just felt bad because that explained a hell of a lot.

“I guess I really am a Dumbass,” you trailed off.

“Yeah,” he said, you looked at him as he stood up, silently holding a hand out for you. He looked away in an attempt to hide the light blush on his cheeks, “Don’t go sayin’ shit like you aren’t good enough, that’s just stupid and you’ll sound like Shitty Hair, dealing with one of his is one too many.” 

You laughed, “Alright.” 

[illshowyourhurricanes]

Mississippi Delta Magic

Here’s another filled request, and it’s about our traveling music man with a heart of gold, soul of fire, and fingers of a true virtuoso-- none other than Ryan Brenner. And what a life he has to write about! This was requested by the lovely @witchygagirl​ as follows: 

This one is actually unrelated to A Familiar Face or my other related one-shots, so it’s a stand-alone piece! Thank you for reading, as always, and enjoy!

Image prompt 11: Ryan Brenner x reader

Rating: PG for fluff and more fluff, with a side of fluff. 

Word count: 1879

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Special thanks to @something-tofightfor​ for beta reading!

“I went to the depot, looked up at the stars. Cried, some train don’t come, there’ll be some walkin’ done.”

When Ryan strummed his guitar, it was magic. The music floated through the air in D and A minor, an arpeggio of time that was broken down and descended. If you closed your eyes, you were sitting outside in Mississippi on a balmy summer night, dewy grass dampening your skirt as you watched fireflies blink out of time while you drank homemade moonshine. It was 1931 and Prohibition was in full swing, but your daddy didn’t care and neither did his backwoods friends. 

Ryan’s smooth-as-silk voice and long fingers dancing and picking guitar strings was your backdrop, and you’d always find your eyes fluttering shut during that one particular song, fully invested in your daydream. A small smile would tug at the corners of your lips, and Ryan knew why. You’d told him about your little fantasy late one night after too much Bayou Teche. You’d gotten it shipped to chill inside the refrigerator until Ryan arrived, and by the time he was gone, each of you had halved the beer until all you had left was empty,  brown glass bottles. 

The Geeshie Wiley tune was one of Ryan’s standards when he was off busking between hopping freight trains to his next destination. He played covers mostly, and most people seemed to recognize Last Kind Words, even with a male voice singing the lyrics.  You’d heard him play it dozens of times, whether out on the street surrounded by a small audience or the comfort of your front porch steps. No matter how many times, you were always transported back in time. 

It had been a humid, cloudy night in May, spring melting into summer as you sat next to Ryan on your old wooden porch swing, hung by rusted wooden chains. Your eyes were heavy; you were drowsy and instead of Ryan’s guitar in his lap, it was a small black book and a old, chewed up PaperMate pen— no frills, clear plastic showing an ink cartridge that was two-thirds used up, cap off and stuck on the pen’s end. 

Your eyes had drifted shut, your head resting on Ryan’s right shoulder. Almost asleep, you felt Ryan’s weight shift and the swing beneath you sway out of time. Eyelids popping open, you lifted your head as Ryan sat back upright, a scrap of sheet music pinned between his thumb and long, tattooed index finger. You saw that the paper was singed at the edges and just a partial page— less than half, the ink beginning to fade. Always learning about Ryan, you smiled softly as he tucked it back between two blank pages of his book. 

“I didn’t know you could read sheet music,” you spoke, Ryan’s head turning to look at you. 

“A little… sorry I woke you up, Y/N.” The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile as he looked at you with those eyes a few shades darker than chestnut. Reaching up, he softly brushed wayward hair behind your ear. 

Drowsy eyes meeting his own, you shook your head. “I didn’t realize I fell asleep… what’s the song?”

Ryan closed his book, capped his pen, and the swing tilted as he set his notebook on the stained wooden planks of the porch. When he was upright again, he shifted in order to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you closer. You breathed in deeply, always trying to memorize his scent-- the organic smell of the outdoors, tinged with soap from his shower. He kissed the crown of your head before answering.

“ ‘S one that you know,” he spoke softly, in a low voice. The music of night-- the chirping of crickets, croaking of frogs, screeching of owls and rustles of leaves under the tiny feet of rodents all went unnoticed when he spoke. It was no matter that his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’d be bold enough to say it’s even a favorite… might be a favorite of mine if I was forced to pick.” 

You thought for a moment, a small furrow settling in your brow. “That’s pretty general, Brenner. You sing Happy Birthday, and it would be my favorite.” 

Ryan only responded with a chuckle; he was really playing this game. With a slight squeeze of your shoulder, he finally spoke, but only to set one ground rule: “Only yes or no questions, Y/N.”

The smile he’d put on your face grew into a grin; there was an infinite list of things you loved about Ryan Brenner, and his moments of playfulness were high up there. They accompanied your love for his introspective nature, the fearless lifestyle he lived with a streak of adventure, how his overgrown hair tended to fall over his forehead in the same spot, how his voice transported you to another time… another time.

“Last Kind Words,” you guessed, putting just enough distance between the two of you to look up at his face and gauge a reaction. Ryan’s lips quirked, and his brow raised slightly in appreciation. 

“I didn’t know you read sheet music,” he joked lightly, punctuating the recycling of your words with a wink. 

It was the littlest of things that still uncaged the butterflies in your stomach, the familiar fluttering of their painted wings flickering in your abdomen. All it took was an unconscious hum, or a quick meeting of your eyes with his… a wink to make you feel like you could fly.

“Do I win a performance?” Catching his eyes with yours, you knew he would see the ‘I love you’ there without words. Ryan was in tune with everything he was presented, attentive and never distracted. You paused, the look in your eyes changing from one of pride and internal laughter to a slight curiousness. 

“You know the song,” you thought aloud, obviously introspective, “What’s a little scrap of its sheet music for? Burned at the ends, at that.”

Ryan hummed, and for one beat of time, you saw a faraway nostalgia in his eyes. “Somthin’ I’ve been carryin’ with me since I left Virginia.” Ryan never referred to home as anything other than Virginia. “Used to be a full sheet, too.” 

You knew that there was a significance; a story. How much Ryan would reveal was the only mystery, and something you’d grown to appreciate. He expressed closeness and intimacy in his own, unique ways that you had learned to understand. And Ryan continued. 

“When I was… let’s say, younger than ten, my grampa found me hidin’ in the garage strummin’ on his guitar. I was already figurin’ I was  gettin’ the belt, but he just came an’ he sat down. ‘You don’t learn chords, boy, you don’t bother touchin’ it, ya hear?’ Later that night, he gave me this sheet, just part of the song, didn’t say nothin’.” He’d averted his eyes, found a thread in his jeans to pick at. “An’ when I was older, I started learnin’ chords.” 

The nightsong began to get louder, you thought, as Ryan finished his story. Male crickets were getting more desperate for mates; so were the frogs; nocturnal predators were getting anxious for their prey. 

“I’d hopped a train, got past the point of anyone findin’ me and it was the dead of winter. I was makin’ a fire, or tryin’, but the wind was howlin’, I was throwin’ things in the tin I was usin’ to keep that fire goin’ an’ I grabbed that along with a bunch’a stuff that didn’t matter. That’s the rest of the story.”

Finally, Ryan abandoned that loose thread from his denim jeans. Head still ducked, he lifted his gaze to meet yours. You offered him a shadow of a smile, searching his warm brown eyes. 

Then, you took his hand, and with both of yours, turned it around. You surveyed his palm calloused from hopping trains, fingertips rough from guitar strings. You traced the lines of his palm— first the head line, located in the center, then his life line, and finally his heart line. Glancing up at him, your eyes landed on his lips, the small and almost undetectable smile of wonder crooking the corners of his mouth upward. His smile was contagious. 

Turning his palm over to look at the back of his hand, you redirected your attention to his long fingers— tattooed horizontal lines just below his top knuckles, vertical ones inked between the bottom two. You brushed the pad of your thumb over  the length of his index finger before lifting his hand to your lips and gently peppering tiny kisses over each of his fingertips.

In response, he gently took his hand back to use his index finger in lifting your chin. Everything I’ll ever need, he thought to himself in absolute certainty. She’s everything. Ryan drank in the color of your eyes, the slight slope of your nose, the shape and curve of your mouth. His eyes lingered there for a moment, and he used his finger to lift your chin higher. 

Without hesitation, his mouth was on yours, passion and tenderness combined in the way your lips met. Ryan coaxed your mouth open with his tongue and a small, satisfied noise tumbled from your mouth into his, your heart rate skyrocketing. When he pulled back to catch his breath, he kissed the tip of your nose and then your temple, feeling the slight, rhythmic beating of your heart against his lips. 

“We should go inside,” he suggested with a slight nod to the door. Tongue darting out to wet his lips, he gave your shoulders one last squeeze before sliding his arm from around your shoulders. “I have a craving, Y/N.” Your eyes widened in anticipation as Ryan paused, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. “For a root beer float.”

Laughter spilled from your mouth, Ryan following suit with chuckling of his own. “Ryan Brenner.” You attempted saying his name in a firm tone, but failed. “You’ll get that root beer float, but not without payment first. You owe me a song for being such a damn good guesser, if I remember correctly.” It was your turn to smirk back at him, raising your eyebrows in faux haughtiness. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied readily, nodding as he did so. “Guitar’s inside.” 

You stood from the swing and held out your hand. Ryan stood too, black notebook holding a memory in one hand,  and in sliding his fingers between yours, love held in the other. The two of you made the few steps to the door as you sang lines of the song he’d be trading for ice cream. 

“The Mississippi River, you know it’s deep and wide. I can stand right here, see my babe from the other side.” 

Your voice didn’t transport you to the riverbank in the way his did, but you knew Ryan would guide you in your journey through space and time just as soon as he held his guitar in his lap and slid on his fingerpick. As always, you were ready, imagining the flickering of fireflies reflecting off the river, anticipating the antiseptic taste of unlawful moonshine, and waiting for the magic to begin.

[iatasbcl]

You Were Born

Pairing: Deviant!Connor x Reader

Summary: It’s Connor’s birthday and the two of you take a trip down memory lane.

A/N: I didn’t feel motivated enough to write on the 15th so here is a late birthday fic for my boy!! Prepare yourself for some tooth-rooting fluff and shitty references, Enjoy!

W.C: 2K? I think

Monday, August 15, 2039

The first thing Connor noticed was how abnormal the silence surrounding the Andersson household was. His home wasn’t one known for quietness nor peacefulness, it disconcerted him how he couldn’t even hear Sumo’s familiar barking that he heard every time he came back from work. The lights were out too.

The atmosphere sent him spiraling into the worst possibilities, was everyone attacked? Were you hurt?

The thoughts terrified him, but he moved towards the door nonetheless, he knocked once, twice, thrice. He touched the doorknob and it turned with ease, the door let out long creaks as he tried his best to look in the dark, he, unfortunately, was not equipped with night-vision optical units.

Something was wrong, something was wrong, something was wrong —

“Surprise!”

As soon as the word hit him, the lights were on and his eyes immediately adjusted. The inner decor was covered with birthday decorations, a big ‘HAPPY ACTIVATIᵛᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵈᵃʸ’ sign hung between the living room and the kitchen. It was your font; you probably didn’t take the size of the banner into account.

Most of the people he knew were there; Hank, Sumo, Nines, his friends from Jericho, and even Gavin. And you, who was smiling at him with the adorable smile he loved so much.

You closed in on him and pulled him into a tight hug, your lips pecked his cheek and you whispered, “Happy birthday.” Into his ear.

—

The party wasn’t over the top, as most of the people here were exhausted from another tiring Monday.

“It was ____’s idea.” Said Hank with some blue whipped cream covering his mustache, “They managed to gather everyone today, took a whole lot of convincing bring that rat-man.” Connor now knew that was Gavin’s nickname.

He appreciated it, you gathered everyone he loved in one room for him on a weekday, nonetheless. You and Hank made him cake shaped like a cartoonish robot with blue frosting, it was a bit messy, but it looked perfect to him. He appreciated the sentiment behind it even though he couldn’t taste it.

—

“Then I yelled ‘Fuck da police’” Said a weirdly drunk Gavin, Connor wondered where he got enough booze to become this intoxicated. He locked everything away for Hank’s sake.

“Detective, you work for the police.” Was Nines’ coolly response.

“Yeah… Fuck ‘em.”

“Nice,” You interjected, taking a sip of your drink “So, you’re saying where you were 15 you stole a car, crashed it, stole another car and yelled ‘fuck da police’ in the face of the office that was arresting you?”

“Yeah… it was awesome” He slurred.

“I feel like I should be surprised but I’m not.” You nodded to yourself.

—

“Hey, Markus?” Connor noticed the alcohol in your body slightly increased as you swayed next to him, “Is it true? Is Warren an android?”

Markus blinked at your sudden question; Connor gave him an apologetic smile.

“I can’t confirm nor deny that.” He chuckled.

“That’s a yes, Gavin you own me 20 dollars.” You ran to where the said man was.

—

Everyone had left as it got late, Nines accompanied Gavin to his home, Markus and the rest of Jericho went to the airport to catch their flight and a rather tired Hank retreated to his room.

It was just the two of you know, he did what you advised him to do if you slipped and drank too much. He made you coffee and gave you water, it didn’t take that long for you to begin to sober up.

“I am dating a one-year-old.” You muttered to yourself, sobering you liked questioning your life choices.

“I am technically designed to be in my late twenties or early thirties.” He corrected and you groaned, “Yeah, yeah.”

For the first time in the last hours, it was quiet. But this felt pleasant.

“Do you… wanna open your presents?”

Presents were a common part of birthday parties, given in celebration of the person’s birthday. He did receive gifts and cards from the attendees that he was curious to see.

And so, he did. He and you sat next to each other on the comfy couch and began to open the gifts.

The first one was a physical copy of the book ‘I, Robot’ by Isaac Asimov. He was surprised to see it was from Gavin, of all people. “Aw, he really loves that book,” you said, “Do you think you noticed you reading a lot in the precinct?”

Reading was another hobby he picked up, he enjoyed how relaxing it was.

The second one was from Nines, it was a mug with a Saint Bernard on it, it looked just liked Sumo. He smiled; he was going to use it for his thirium.

You were smiling too, like you felt happy for how loved he felt right now.

The third one was from Markus; it was a portrait of him. His Art always managed to take Connor’s breath away. “Damn, we gotta hang that over the fireplace.”

North gave him a custom-made knife; Josh wrote a birthday card that thanked him for his help with their cause and Simon gifted him a little cactus.

Hank’s gift would’ve knocked the air out of his lungs if he had to breath. Most wouldn’t call it a spectacular gift, but it meant a lot to Connor. It was an antique coin, similar to his dear one he lost a while ago. He flicked it into his other hand, testing the waters as they say. He knew how Hank found his habit irritating and yet he got him a new coin, a beautiful one too.

“Okay, show off. C’mon open mine.” You ushered and he noticed how you started to look anxious, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course, just open the thing.” You pushed the wrapped box towards him, and he nodded.

It was a scrapbook, made of polaroid pictures of him and the people around you. The first page was from the first time you met, the Carlos Ortiz crime scene. He remembered how Hank scolded you for taking a picture of this piece of shit instead of working. You did not care at all.

Friday, November 5, 2038

-Welcome to the team, Mr. the android sent by cyberlife

The next page included a picture of him and Hank in the car while you drove to Kamski’s place, he remembered it being rather… dull. You didn’t talk much nor did Hank.

Tuesday, November 9, 2038

-Going to visit Mr. I live in the mountains while the whole world burns, this should be great. Also, Connor is listening to heavy metal lol

He did mean it when he said he would like to listen to music, heavy metal has been one of his favorite genres ever since. His grin only grew wider when he saw the next picture. It was taken in Hank’s house, a shot of the TV displayed him standing behind Markus and the thousands of androids in front of them.

Friday, November 12, 2038

-This dork literally joined a revolution and won… what a power move

also hank is tearing up but he threatened to break my camera if I took a photo ):

“Hank cried?” He asked and you immediately nodded, “I told you he’s a softie… he was happy you were alright.” Right, he was almost killed beforehand by his ‘evil twin’ as you said, it made sense for him to worry.

He flipped the page and a wave of happier memories hit him. Things were still hectic since the revolution ‘ended’. Many evacuated the city despite the peaceful approach that Markus took, their fear was irrational yet understandable. This meant most of the resident of Detroit were androids.

It wasn’t bad but the evacuation only meant many humans still refused to acknowledge the fact that androids were alive and in time would be their equals in the eyes of law. It lowered his spirit a bit.

Hank wasn’t having it, at all. He decided to take out the old Christmas decorations he had and invited you over to help decorate the house. It wasn’t even December, yet you rushed here.

This one was of Hank scolding him and his counterpart while they tried to put the star on the tree.

Monday, November 29, 2038

-Life is great, Connor and Nines just tried to put Sumo on the amazing (decorated by me) Christmas tree

Androids really are superior to us

He chuckled at your comment and continued. The photo was of him in a ‘casual’ suit that hank gave him. It was your first date since you asked him out. You were going to watch movies at your place.

Tuesday, February 14, 2039

-Taking this one because Connor looks nervous… and cute.

You snickered, “Do you remember how nervous you were? It was so adorable.” He shook his head, “Yes, my stress level was a bit high. You failed to mention the date would be in your apartment and not out before I borrowed this from Hank. I didn’t want him to feel bad about it and I ended up looking overdressed.”

You chuckled, again. “Well, you still looked perfect.” Your loved complimenting him and it always made his face heat up, he bit his lip and proceeded.

The next one was of him standing in Hank’s bathroom with his LED gone for the first time since his activation, it took a lot of courage to be able to let go of what he was made for, be it that little spinning device. You and Hank were with him every step of the way.

Sunday, April 3, 2039 -My boy is accepting himself

He teared up a bit, the support he got from you and the others was heart-warming, to say the least. He held your hand and gave it a quick peck.

The following one featured a hug between him and Hank. He had received gifts from both Connor and Nines, the former gave him a card with a heartfelt message while the latter gave him one that simply said, ‘You are an efficient parental figure.’ It was impressive since it came from Nines, who still struggled with his lack of a social program.

Saturday, June 19, 2039

-Father’s Day with our fav grumpy old man.

After that was him in shorts and a tank top from last month. He stood next to Sumo with a box of fireworks in his hands. He didn’t participate with the celebration since he wanted to make sure Sumo would be okay, you stayed with him.

Monday, July 4, 2039

-Happy 4th of July! Connor, your legs were made for these shorts- god bless Cyberlife.

That night did end up being… Interesting because of his choice in clothing. He did end up wearing them a bit more since then.

He flipped the page and realized the rest of them were empty. “I didn’t realize this was why you insisted on taking pictures of me with your polaroid camera.” You shrugged.

“It wasn’t in the beginning but… I wanted to capture those moments you know? Keep them with us forever.” You moved closer and snuggled with him, “You can fill it up if you want. I know you can see any memory you want anytime but… I guess this is just a sappy way of doing it.”

“No,” he interjected, “I appreciate your gift and the meaning behind it. I also wish to have many more pleasant memories with you and those around us.” You hummed with a smile then yawned. You put your head against his shoulder and soon drifted off.

He noticed your Camera on the table next to him, how convenient. He slowly reached for it and used it to take a picture of the two of you. You looked breath-taking to him, with your peaceful face and soft snoring.

Something about this felt… right. He felt like he finally belonged. Like he found his place, his family, his love. This was ‘it’ as some would say.

Monday, August 15, 2039 -I am happy.

[pbandjesse]

Jess is here!!! I am so happy she got here safe and sound. And she came so much earlier then usual so we have already had basically an entire day together. Its great. I feel so good about it. 

Today really has been excellent. I slept pretty well last night. It took me forever to actually fall asleep but once I was I slept really good. I woke up around 8 because Jess was texting me she got to the bus station okay. And soon she was on her way here for real. She said it was so empty and only a couple people where even on the bus. Neat. Lots of space to breath. I lounged a bit. But eventually I got up and got myself dressed. I look a bit bundled and silly in my picture but I felt really cute today. Very soft. I didnt love my makeup as much as yesterday but that was okay. 

I had a nice morning. James made scones and they were sightly dry but really delicious. Orange and cranberry. The best. I worked on some of my tarot drawings and it was just really nice. He was anxious about being late to get Jess because we had to make a couple stops before going to the bus station. So he made us leave over an hour early. Such a silly boy. But it was all fine. I wasnt worried. As we left we ran into Mr Will and we gave him a scone and our old vacuum. No more need to take it to goodwill, poor Mr Will has been cleaning the halls with a broom. We hope this makes things easier on him. It was a beautiful day out. 

First stop we made was to go to the post office. Mail a furby and get my passport application. We are going to the passport event next saturday so it will be good to have the form all filled out and ready to go. James wanted me to come in because every time he ships a furby they scold him for the size of the package. It needs to be bigger. But she didnt scold me at all. HAH! I win. I will make an effort to make the paper portion larger so they can fit the labels on like they need to.We took a long drive and stopped for gas. And then we were at the bus station. 

And Jess was soon there too!! I was so happy to see her. And we had such a nice day. First we were all starving so we went to Red Emmas for lunch. For was excellent because its always excellent. Something me and Jess always do is split food. So we got a salad and a burger and cut them both in half and it was great. Its one of my favorite ways to eat and me and her do it very well. 

We all went back to the apartment to make a pit stop and drop off James. And Jess gave me an early birthday present. She got us matching sweatshirts that were going to wear tomorrow and Im so excited because I had shown her these sweatshirts a while ago and made a joke about how we could match but I didnt buy them and then she did!! I am so pleased. What a nice gift. 

Me and her headed out and went to Amazing Glaze to paint pottery. It was so nice. It took a while for Jess to pick what she wanted to paint. But I knew what I was getting right away. My plan was to paint 2 rectangle plates to look like playing cards. I really wanted it to look like blue china and Jess helped me pick the best color to do that. She ended up picking a really pretty tray and doing this beautiful series of moon phases with faces. Its going to look so nice when its fired. We were there for a few hours drawing and painting. This was for sure my most draw heavy one. Not that I havent done a lot of drawing ones but this one took a lot of reference images and was very hard!! But Im really excited to see how they come out. 

We left there and headed back home. I had a lot of trouble parking. But that was fine. Jess helped me. We had nachos as a snack. And watched some dumb videos. And soon it was time to get ready to go to dinner with James family. We got to their house and it was like Christmas part 4 because there were Christmas cookies and gifts and it was nice! I got a glass bottle of coke with my name on it! Spelled right even! And Margot gave me a really neat necklace that has a mini embroidery hoop on it. Its really cute and so thoughtful!

We all headed over the restaurant and it was very busy. The parking lot included. Which is also a really weird shape. And James accidentally scraped a car. And of course the owners saw it and he got all flustered because he couldnt find our insurance card. I had to be very level headed and find it and calm him down. James ended up knowing them and its going to be fine. They gave him hugs even.  

But the food was really good and I had a really fun time talking to Jess and James and a little to his sister. The food was just excellent though and I had such a nice time. We tried so many things and it was all so well made. Expensive and well made. It was a really nice and I had a really goof time. But we were all getting tired. 

So we got home and got changed. And me and Jess stretched and did some yoga and now were playing Animal Crossing together. Its really nice to have someone to play next to. We are figuring out how to share money in the game to try to level her up! Well see how that goes. Its supposed to snow tomorrow. Well see how that goes. We are supposed to have a thrifting day and then go ice skating. So I hope that isnt derailed much. But no matter what Im just going to be happy she is here. I hope you all have a really nice night. Stay warm.

[samsonet]

I can find my way home without you (the rightful king remix)

Leon always gives Chairman Rose what he wants.

Sometimes he has no fricking idea what that is, though.

Title from In the Heights' "Blackout."

~

Leon is ten when they meet for the first time.

Rose sees talent in this nobody kid from a nowhere town. Rose puts a hand on his shoulder, pats it seven times. Rose endorses him for the gym challenge.

Leon is sure that it is his own incredible talent that drew Rose’s attention, but he hears the gossip same as everyone. Rose likes playing philanthropist. Rose likes acting the fairy godfather to people in poverty. This airheaded purple-haired boy is just another in a long line of charity cases. There’s nothing special about him.

But they’re wrong, in Leon’s case. He really is that special, and he’s strong enough to prove it.

When he wins the Champion Cup, Leon waves to the chairman and takes some pride in the smile on Rose’s face.

*

When Leon is twelve, Rose gives him a present: a cape, dark velvet, the same color as the blouses Oleana wears. It’s trimmed with Wooloo wool, and the smell reminds him of Postwick and Hop.

Leon slings it over his scrawny shoulders and nearly stumbles under the weight. “I don’t know if I can wear this.”

But Rose only smiles. “You’ll grow into it.”

He doesn’t know what Rose is thinking.

He wears the cape to his next press event. Some reporters call it tacky, but the fandom eats it up. They call him King Leon and talk like he’s got the entire region in the palm of his hand. It’s a good feeling. Leon lets himself enjoy it.

(Later, he jokes about putting sponsor logos on the back of the cape. Then he goes and does it, because nobody can stop him.)

*

“Happy birthday,” Rose says. “You’re thirteen now, yes?”

Leon is not thirteen anymore, but he doesn’t know how to correct it without accidentally insulting the chairman.

Luckily for them both, Oleana knows everything. She murmurs: “He turned fourteen, sir.”

That makes Rose smile, his eyes shining. “Wonderful! Fourteen is a good number. Seven times two. It’s good luck. This will be a good year.”

Leon doesn’t understand Rose’s thing about sevens, but if it makes him feel better, that’s fine.

“Hammerlocke will be introducing their new gym leader next Tuesday. I would like you to be there to meet him. Can you find your way without me?”

“Definitely!”

(It turns out he can’t. He ends up calling Rose for help, and Oleana sends a taxi.)

*

By the time Leon turns sixteen, his legend as the “unbeatable champion” seems firmly written in Galar’s history.

He wins the champion cup -- again -- and Rose shakes his hand in front of the cameras.

“Where’d your challenger for this year go?” Leon asks, barely moving his lips. This is something he doesn’t want the press to overhear. (Probably should’ve waited, then, and asked later. Oh well.) “The kid you endorsed. I didn’t see her.”

“Oh, the girl?” (Surely Rose remembers her name, right?) “She went home after losing. I’d like it if you could train with her sometime, actually. She still does have a bright future, even if she won’t replace my favorite champion.”

I’m your only champion, Leon thinks.

Then, feeling a bit petty: and I won’t be so easily replaced.

“Anything for you.”

“Can you find your way to the Pokémon Center later tonight?”

“Of course.”

(A Macro Cosmos employee finds him later and has to bring him there personally.)

*

Contrary to the internet rumor mill, Leon does have a father. Dad is out of the region frequently, but he exists. He loves Leon and Hop. He’s a good dad.

It’s Leon’s seventeenth birthday, and he invites his father to the league party.

“Chairman Rose, this is my father. Dad, this is Chairman Rose.”

The men examine each other. What they’re looking for, Leon doesn’t know. (Should he suggest a battle? That’s always a good way to get to know someone. But then, Leon is always thinking about battling, and he knows some people find it annoying—)

His father blinks first, offering his hand to shake. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for my son.”

“He’s talented. All I did was clear the way.”

*

When Leon turns eighteen, Rose invites him to his private rooms in the Rose Tower.

The suite is glamorous, of course.The couch in the living room is immeasurably comfortable, probably immeasurably expensive, too. There are seven lights on the ceiling, shining blue like a foggy morning. Leon examines the pictures on the walls. Eight individual shots of the gym leaders. Himself, back when he was the newly-crowned child champion. Oleana. An older woman who is probably Rose’s mother. Two of Rose’s former endorsees.

The last one, Leon has no clue about. It shows a child with fluffy white hair. She -- he? -- is smiling, but not at the camera. No, that smile is aimed at the tiny pink Pokemon in their arms.

“He’s cute, isn’t he?”

Rose appears out of nowhere. He’s still in his suit, but he’s taken off the jacket and loosened the tie.

(Suddenly, the collar of the champion uniform feels a bit tight.)

Rose stands beside him, looking at the picture. “That’s Bede. He’s my ward, now; in a few years, I will be endorsing him for the challenge. He’s talented.”

“More talented than me?”

That earns him a laugh. “You don’t have to worry about him right now. Let’s talk about you. I have plans for you, you know. Even now.”

And, damn, if that doesn’t sound like something from an adult movie.

Leon has been wondering if this would ever happen. He’s an energetic teenager, and Rose is very attractive and does seem to be fond of him. They’re close, right? Rose has met his parents. Rose has held his baby brother. Rose isn’t going to hurt him.

He can’t figure out what Rose is thinking.

Whatever the chairman asks, Leon will do. It’s the least he can do to repay the debt, and if he doesn’t think too hard, the anxiety is almost the same as excitement —

Rose reaches up, pats Leon’s shoulder seven times. “Have you ever heard of the Darkest Day?”

Everything freezes.

All of a sudden, Leon realizes three things:

First, that he’s been taller than Rose for some time now.

Second, that for all the calm, steel-specialist persona, Rose is an incredibly anxious person.

Third, that they’re not actually going to have sex.

He’s not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed.

“I think I’ve heard that story,” he says. “The Fairy King, the Hero of Many Battles, right?”

“Yes. The ancient Hero fought the monster and saved Galar. You know I have been assisting Professor Magnolia with her research, yes? Well, I have come to a surprising conclusion.”

“Oh, yeah?” All Leon knows about Magnolia’s research is that Dynamaxing makes Pokemon bigger and the crowd loves to see a Charizard the size of a building. The more academic side has always bored him. (Sorry, Sonia.)

Rose walks to the window and pushes open the curtains. It’s dark outside. Below them, Galar shines like a jewel. “Do you know how much energy it takes to power a stadium, Leon?”

Bold of him to assume Leon knows anything, really.

But Rose doesn’t wait for an answer. “One thousand, five hundred megawatts. That’s enough electricity to power ten thousand homes. Heating, cooling, all the devices and appliances. And we use it for simple entertainment.”

Entertainment that Leon has dedicated his life to. “Are you getting tired of the league?”

“What? No, of course not. But lately it’s made me think… our energy supply isn’t infinite. In a thousand years, we won’t have any more resources. The day will come that Galar will go dark, forever. It gets closer every day, every minute. I confess I lie awake at night thinking about it.”

Rose raps his knuckles against the windowpane, knock knock knock knock knock knock knock.

“But I have a plan.”

“I’m all ears,” Leon says. If talking helps the chairman feel better about a disaster that will happen long after they’re both dead, so be it. He turns back to the pictures on the wall. (Piers’ looks more glam rock than his usual punk; did Rose specifically seek out this one to fit an aesthetic?)

“I intend to resurrect the Pokémon that brought about the Darkest Day and befriend it so it will provide for Galar’s future.”

“That sounds like a good plan.”

There’s a short silence. Then Rose says, “Champion, did you hear me?”

Mentally, Leon backtracks. Wait a second. That does not sound like a good plan. “You’re going to resurrect the thing that nearly destroyed Galar?”

“Yes. That is the surprising conclusion I mentioned earlier: that the Pokémon could be a source of infinite energy. I am still figuring out how to awaken it, but when I do, I will need a champion to fight for me and capture it. Can you do that, Leon?”

Leon studies him. Notes the fearful note in his eyes, the way his shoulders are tensed, and even the way he curls and uncurls his fingers.

“Of course I can. I’m your unbeatable champion, after all.”

And that was fine.

But then —

*

Leon is twenty-one when Rose decides to bring about the Darkest Day.

Leon told him to wait one more day, just one. He hopes Rose tried to wait, that the timing was only because he couldn’t bear to hold back any longer.

But he never knows what Rose is thinking.

(Of course, after the match it turns out there’s a new champion. Did Rose suspect that would happen? Or was he too worried about the far future to care about the near?)

Rose calls for help, and his champion rushes to answer.

They stare at each other. It only takes a moment, but it’s a moment too long while Eternatus rages above.

“I’m glad you came to help me,” Rose says.

I didn’t come for you. I’m here for Hammerlocke. I’m here for Galar.

“I don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Leon replies.

“Can you find your way up without me?”

“Don’t mock me, Rose.”

(Going up he has no problems. Going down is another story.

Hop and Gloria are the ones who help him get back, afterwards. He doesn’t remember it, but apparently they half-supported, half-carried him into the lift. Those two. Always sharing their burdens.)

Leon will realize, later, that that’s the last time he actually saw Rose.

*

Gloria develops a habit of bouncing on one foot, then the other. One bounce, two bounce. One bounce, two bounce.

“Why do you hop like that?” Leon asks. “One champion to another.”

She blinks, like she’s never really thought about it. “Oh… I have to. Twice on each foot makes four. Four is good luck!”

“Good luck, huh?”

Leon touches his Dynamax band. It’s warm around his wrist.

He taps a finger against it, seven times.

[kokichi-and-co-imagine-blog]

oh can modokuma do a thing where kirumi throws ryoma a urprise birthday party and he just gets so happy because of all that love from people

“Why yes I can! Those kids better save me some cake too!”

It was a late night in the Ultimate Academy, one so quiet and peaceful, it made one want nothing more than to head off to dreamland…

Instead, here they were, crammed tightly into the lab of the Ultimate Maid, Kirumi Toujo, who had called for a sudden meeting.

“Now that we are all present, I would like to bring up the topic for this sudden meeting.” Before she could continue, a hand rose in the air, Gonta’s hand.

“Um, Kirumi, Gonta no mean to interrupt, but Ryoma is not here!” Rambles went through the room at the realization of the missing man, until Kirumi raised her hand, silencing everyone in the room.

:I am aware that Ryoma is missing. I didn’t invite him to this meeting because he is the subject of our meeting.” Kirumi waited for the wave of confusion to pass once again before continuing. “For those of you who have been paying attention to your ElectroIDs, Ryoma’s birthday will be in a few days. Because of this, I have decided to hold him a birthday party. While this is a task I could accomplish myself, I believe it will mean more to him if everyone pitched into it in some way. Now, do I have anyone who isn’t willing to participate?”

Despite the kind way the words were phrased, it was clear from the way Kirumi looked into the audience that she wasn’t willing to let anyone sit out. Everyone excitedly (or in some cases, disappointedly) left the room, ready to get some sleep for a long day ahead.

—–

It was agreed upon later than everyone would be split into four groups: gifts, food, decorations, and the most important group of all…

The distractions.

It was rather difficult choosing them, as some of the students would’ve been better suited to the role, but were more of use in another group. However, if all else failed, Gonta could just hold Ryoma in place as Rantaro and Kiibo just tied him up. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen though. As for the group in charge of gifts… Kirumi really didn’t want to look at what Miu was holding.

“Ha, check it out fuckers! I bet that little bitch would shit himself dry if he saw this bad boy! Oh, what if I gave it the texture of a tennis ball! Bwahaha!”

Kirumi would be lying if she said this group was great. She actually put this group together specifically so she could control the damage to the best of her abilities. Himiko was rather easy to deal with, she fell asleep taping up a preselected present about ten minutes ago. Miu was… Well, Miu. The worsts ones… Those were easily Kokichi and Monokuma.

“Haha, hey, Kirumi! Not that I mind, but why is Monokuma helping? I figured you’d try to keep him as uninvolved in the party as humanly possible!”

“Upupu~ She just understands how big of an asset I truly am? I mean, what type of party doesn’t have a cute animal? A despairingly bad one, that’s for sure!” The two laughed away as they wrapped presents, Kirumi moving on to the next group to monitor their progress.

In all honesty, the only reason Kirumi asked Monokuma to help is because she knew he would try and mess up the party if she didn’t.

NOBODY was going to ruin Ryoma’s party.

—–

“Nyahaha! Atua says that these decorations need more blood!”

“For the last time Angie… If I happen to catch even a single trace of blood, I will not hesitate to lock you in your room and feed you only Atua’s second favorite meal.”

Aside from Angie, Team Decor was going rather smoothly. The biggest problem (asides from the blood of course) was Tenko badgering Kaito for being a “Degenerate Male,” and Tsumugi trying to make the decorations based off various shows she liked. It only took a swift reminder to them all to remind them that this party was for Ryoma before they quickly got back to work.

Luckily, Team Food was the same. The biggest concern Kirumi had of Korekiyo, as he was a bit… On the abnormal side. Surprisingly, the worst that happened is Shuichi and him just chatted about various customs from around the world as they worked on snacks. Meanwhile, Kaede and Maki were assigned to the cake. Kaede was… Not the best. Maki on the other hand…

That girl knew her way around frosting.

Kirumi could honestly feel her heart skip a beat at Maki’s skill with frosting, it almost put her’s to same for crying out loud!

This feeling… It must be envy.

Kirumi decided to limit Maki’s tasks in the kitchen from that day forward. No one in this school was going to be a better caretaker than her.

—-

Finally, it was almost time for the party.

Everyone was scrambling up to the last minute, making sure everything was perfect for Ryoma’s party, whether it was setting up decorations, food, or doing last-minute inspections on the gift bags to make sure Miu didn’t sneak anything in.

Despite her efforts to hide it, it was clear as day that Kirumi was anxious, fiddling with a walky-talky in her hands. She wasn’t sure why, as she’d held many birthday parties before. Perhaps it was because with those, she had worked with professionals, not an assortment of her peers. Before she could dwell on it much longer, the walky-talky she was holding on to went off. Rantaro’s voice came through the speaker.

“Kirumi! Ryoma’s heading over there right now!” A chill went down her spine, it was too early, there will still things to do! Realizing there was no time for them, Kirumi went into business mode.

“EVERYONE, FIND A PLACE TO HIDE, KAITO, GET THE LIGHTS, KOKICHI, IF YOU TRY TO PULL SOME PRANK I WILL PUT YOUR PANTA ON THE TOP SHELF AND LOCK IT SO GONTA CAN’T GET IT FOR YOU!”

Within merely a second, the room was pitch black, and not a soul could be heard. Kirumi took her place under the table, obscured by the tablecloth. A minute passed, then two, the door to the gym soon opening. Multiple pairs of footsteps made their way in, making Kirumi ready the signal…

“SURPRI-se?”

Everyone jumped out early, only to see the Monokubs. It was really awkward, Monosuke piercing the silence.

“Um… So what’s going on here?” Another pair of footsteps followed behind them, a gruff voice playing out.

“Hmph, I could ask the same thing.”

Ryoma walked in, Team Distraction following shortly behind.

The surprise was ruined.

Those stupid bears just HAD to show up, and everyone couldn’t wait for the signal.

Kirumi felt tears prick at her eyes, knowing that the party she had worked so hard on was ruined at the very last minute.

“Hey, it’s Ryoma!”

“SURPRISE!”

Despite the fact that it failed, everyone continued on, rushing over to Ryoma in excitement… With the exception of some of course, who opted to watch from the sidelines. Shuichi seemed to look around in confusion however.

“Um, guys, where’s Kirumi?”

The cheers stopped as everyone started looking throughout the gym for Kirumi. She stayed silent, not wanting to be found. It wasn’t quiet enough apparently, as Maki quickly found her.

“Hey, what are you still doing down there?”

“Oh, well… I happened to find a spot, so I decided to clean it.”

“… With an invisible rag?”

Knowing she wouldn’t be able to cover for that, Kirumi reluctantly crawled out, trying her best to hide her true feelings. Maki looked to the side for a second, before speaking again.

“You should thank her Ryoma, Kirumi was the one who set this whole thing up after all.”

He walked up to her, and Kirumi could feel the dread setting in…

“You know, you shouldn’t have gone through so much effort for someone like me… I appreciate it though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a party this grand in the past.”

As soon as Ryoma finished, everyone went wild.

… Except Kirumi, who found a chair and let her body turn to jelly from relief. In the distance, someone yelled something about presents, everyone wanting Ryoma to see what he got. Kirumi decided to stay seated, until she heard a deafening silence, followed by wicked cackling.

“I TOLD YOU MOTHERFUCKERS I’D GIVE IT A TENNIS BALL TEXTURE!”

Miu learned how fast Kirumi could run on that day.

[klarinette49]

12 Years of a Crawley Christmas

Merry Christmas, Karine!!! Thanks so much for all your effort in putting this together and for your constant and amazing friendship! I’m thrilled to be giving you your secret santa gift! Enjoy twelve drabbles of MM Christmases.

All is Calm, All is Bright

1921

The bedroom was still dark when Mary woke, shadows from the bit of light streaming in from the covered window dancing around. The bedroom was so cold, she realized, pulling the blankets tighter around her. No wonder it was cold; Matthew was not in bed. It wasn’t entirely unusual for her to wake up without Matthew by her side— he had to leave early for work many days, and he was an early riser anyway— but it was certainly unusual on Christmas morning.

“It’s Christmas morning!” she said softly, to no one in particular. A little thrill coursed her as it had when she was a child.  Of course, Christmas now was not nearly as exciting as it was when she was young, but the small thrill remained. And now she had a child to share it with.

And, of course, a husband, if he could be bothered to show up that morning.

` Fortunately, Mary didn’t have to wait too long before she found out where her husband was, for he very quietly opened the door and tried to tiptoe in before noticing that she was awake. In his arms, he held their three-month-old son. “You’re up!” he said, a note of surprise lingering in his tone.

“Well if I wasn’t already, I would be up by now since he’s bound to start crying soon,” Mary said, looking at her son as Matthew sat down on the bed. She couldn’t resist taking him from his father’s arms though. “Here, Georgie,” she cooed, in a voice that even struck herself as unlike her. But becoming a mother had changed her, at least in her interactions with her family. It had softened her somewhat. She was still the same Mary Crawley, but her priorities were different now. “And why do we have the pleasure of our son in here this morning?” she asked, her tone pointed at the abnormality of routine.

“Because it’s Christmas!” Matthew exclaimed, as if that were all the answer in the world.

For Matthew, it probably was. Mary had discovered in the first holiday season of their marriage that Matthew loved Christmas, perhaps beyond what was reasonable. His plans for decoration and celebration had been elaborate, he would hum Christmas carols under his breath (or even sing them when he thought he was alone), and Mary was certain he’d been out to the village at least five times and York twice to get Christmas presents. This year, his eagerness consumed him even more. Christmas was more than enough of an excuse to do something out of the ordinary. And spending more time with his son was always an appealing thought.

Mary thought this a rather simple excuse, but laughed. “Really?”

Matthew rolled his eyes and leaned over Mary’s arms to look at his son. “Yes it is, and we’re going to make George’s first Christmas wonderful.”

“You realize he’s not even three months old, he won’t remember any of this.”

“But we will. And soon enough he’ll be grown enough to be all excitable and he’ll be the one waking us up on Christmas morning, dragging us downstairs to open presents. But for this year, it’s all peaceful.”

Mary smiles softly. “Is anyone up yet?”

“I doubt it,” Matthew says. “It’s only half past seven, and no one in this house ever gets up before nine it seems. Even on Christmas.” He got off the bed and walked over to the windows, pulling the curtain open. There was no snow, unsurprisingly but disappointingly, simply rain. But the light streamed into their bedroom, the rising sun illuminating everything.

“I think it will be many years before we have a peaceful Christmas morning like this again,” Mary said. George wiggled in agreement.

“Well, then let’s enjoy it,” Matthew said, putting his hand on his son’s head. “George’s first Christmas,“ he said, shaking his head. “Really, it’s enough of a gift that we have him.”

“Oh good, I’m glad you say that,” Mary replied, trying to hide a devious smile. “I’m glad to know you won’t be disappointed when there’s no gifts from me for you.”

Matthew looked at her in shock for a second, but realized that the look on her face was one of mockery. “That is a cruel trick to play, Lady Mary,” he said, trying to hold back laughter.

“I couldn’t resist pulling that one,” Mary said. “But you’re right, we do have a gift in this little one. And we’ll have that for many years to come.”

Matthew kissed George’s head and then Mary’s. “Happy Christmas, to my two favorite people in the world.”

“Happy Christmas.”

—–

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

1922

Everyone had told her to rest. And how could she protest? Of course she couldn’t, she was just barely two weeks from her due date, her stomach protruded much farther than it ever had with George, and she felt tired, so she must have looked it. It was unfortunate, though, that she couldn’t refuse. Not with Matthew looking at her like that, not with how Clarkson had told her to take it easy to prevent a premature birth.

Now the worry of a premature birth was fading; this baby was taking its time.

Mary had briefly imagined giving birth on Christmas, how dramatic it would be, how both anxious and excited Matthew would be. She had suggested the idea of a holiday birthday to Matthew, who said he wouldn’t mind as long as the baby was healthy. But the prospect of a Christmas birthday for this one was diminishing by the minute, as baby stayed stubbornly put, only moving to kick once in a while.

Mary climbed up on the bed, her back aching. How she hated to miss the festivities! She had made it through the giving of presents and the luncheon, but had to concede to resting before dinner. But now she simply felt lonely and exhausted, with an aching back and tired feet. She lay down on the bed, and barely had closed her eyes before the door opened.

“Wan mama!” George shouted, toddling in ahead of his father.

“Rest, you said,” Mary murmured, giving him a side-eye.

“George missed you,” Matthew explained sheepishly. “And so did I.  And we figured you’d want some company. But not for too long, since George has to go down for a nap too. But George wanted to read a story before sleeping, so we decided to come read it in here.”

Mary laughed. “Alright, but you get to do the reading. Maybe I’ll get to take a nap too, wouldn’t that be nice George?” she asked her son, as Matthew lifted him up onto the bed.

“Now George, what story are we going to read?” Matthew asked, holding out a few books for George to pick from.

“Dat!” George giggled, pointing to the book in the middle.

Matthew laughed. “We read that one last night! But alright, we can read it again.” He got onto the bed and took George into his lap, holding the book out in front of him. “Twas the night before Christmas, and all though the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,” he read softly, occasionally stopping to point out pictures to George or to let George babble about something.

Mary found herself relaxing listening to his smooth voice glide over the words on the page, and she closed her eyes, her hands placed over her stomach where the baby kept its routine of occasional kicking up. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she heard Matthew read quietly, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night,” but she noticed George was asleep in Matthew’s arms.

“You’d best take him back to the nursery,” Mary whispered, smiling at her sleeping son.

“Yes, I think I’d better. How is the little one today?”

Mary moved his hand to rest on her stomach. “Moving, some. I don’t think he’s ready yet.”

“Well I hope that she comes at the right time, then. Not too early or too late.”

“Frankly, I’d rather be done with the pregnancy and have our little gift to look forward to. Another squalling baby for a few years, but he’ll be precious nonetheless,” Mary said, her words pragmatic but her tone sentimental.

“Yes, she will,” Matthew replied. “And it really doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl, not to me anyway. I hope you know it never mattered, despite the whole necessity of an heir. I wouldn’t care if we had a household full of girls or full of boys, I would love them just the same.”

“Of course we would.” Mary laced her fingers with his and smiled. “Of course, I enjoy being right also, but any healthy child is the child we’re meant to have.”

Matthew pulled George closer, relived that he was still sleeping. “I’m sorry you’re missing out on things, although there’s not a whole lot going on right now. And soon enough everyone will be dressing for dinner. Of course, if you don’t feel up to it…”

“Of course I’m going to Christmas dinner,” Mary replied stubbornly. “Baby or no baby, I”m not missing out on Christmas dinner. Now, go put George to bed and let me get some rest, and dinner will come before we know it.”

Matthew kissed the top of Mary’s head and slid out of bed. “Of course, darling.”

As he left, under her breath, Mary murmured, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

—–

With Glowing Hearts

1925

“Are we sure we want to do this?” Mary asked, right before they entered the drawing room to open gifts with the family. “Perhaps we should put it off for a few days and let everyone focus on Christmas.”

Matthew shook his head. “Don’t you think they’ll all find it a lovely Christmas present?”

“Probably, but maybe now isn’t the right time, and to tell you the truth, I might like to keep it a secret for a few more days, so that no one is fussing over me.”

“They shouldn’t so much, you’ve done this twice before.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Let me remind you that you said that when you’re fussing over me in a few months completely unreasonably.”

Matthew had the good grace to at least look somewhat sheepish.

“Anyway, shouldn’t we tell the children first?” Mary asked. “They might not totally understand- George might, at least, but I think it’s important that they know first since they’re the ones getting a sibling.”

“Very well, we’ll tell the children before their nap time and then announce it at dinner tonight, how does that sound?

“I’d rather…”

Matthew sighed. “Tell me Mary, when will we be able to get all the family together like this again? Either we’d have to contrive something or we’d have to tell everyone separately. And I’m sure you’d like Sybil to know at the same time as everyone else, and they’re leaving two days from now. This is your best opportunity.”

“You are right about that, it’s just…”

“What?”

Mary bit her lip. “I’m just nervous about what they’ll think. About another pregnancy. You know it’s uncommon for aristocratic couples to have so many children in quick succession…”

“I think people are already aware that we love each other very much, there’s no need to feel ashamed of that.”

Mary smiled. “I suppose, I’m just… taken by surprise with this one.”

“I know we weren’t planning for it to happen now, but it has happened and I’m delighted that it has. The timing is never perfect and yet it always works out to be perfect.”

That afternoon, Mary and Matthew came into the nursery before the children’s naps. It wasn’t entirely unusual; Matthew liked to read a story before nap time to the children if he was home, and Mary often came to tuck them in, although less frequently than for bedtime. They asked the nanny to leave and sat down next to the children.

“George, Violet,” Matthew said solemnly, to his three year old son and his daughter just weeks away from turning two, “We have some very important news for you.”

“Okay,” George said.

“You’re going to get a new little brother or sister,” Mary said seriously. “George, do you remember when Violet was little and couldn’t play with you yet?”

George scrunched up his face and shook his head. “No.”

“Well, the new brother or sister will be too little to play for some time, but not forever, and then they’ll be lots of fun to play with. And,” Mary said, leaning down quietly and deviously, “since you’re bigger you can tell them what to do.”

“Wow,” George responded, his eyes wide. Maybe he understood, maybe he didn’t, but his response was amusing.

“So Mama might be very tired,” said Matthew, “and her stomach might get big, but that’s because there’s a baby growing in there. And when summer comes, you’ll have your new baby brother or sister. Is that a nice Christmas present?”

“Yes!” George said, clapping his hands. Violet followed suit.

“Good. Now let’s get you down for your naps,” Mary said, picking Violet up off the ground and setting her in her crib.

That evening, during Christmas dinner, to Matthew’s nod, Mary hesitantly stood. “Well… Matthew and I… we realized that we have one more Christmas present to share with you. We’re expecting a child, who should be born in June.”

A flurry of congratulations followed, despite the surprise that lingered on the faces of some attending the dinner. Mary realized, as everyone shared their excitement, that she too was very excited. And this baby growing inside her was somehow… different. But a wonderful kind of different.

Her heart was glowing with joy for the blessing that was the child inside her.

A few months later she would discover that the child was indeed children- the difference that she felt so clearly was that she was pregnant with twins.

—–

Let Nothing You Dismay

1926

Two days before Christmas, George had come down with a fever. “Must have been from one of the village boys he was playing with,” Nanny commented. George seemed to think little of his illness; he was simply disappointed that he was instructed to stay in bed and was missing out on the Christmas festivities. 

On Christmas Eve, Violet woke up feverish. Mary had hoped George would fight off his sickness before Christmas and that everyone else would avoid it, but to no avail. George was delighted to have Violet stuck in the nursery with him; he had been lonely with all of the others relegated to the other room.

Unsurprisingly, that afternoon, the twins became ill. Lily started coughing incessantly, while Beth’s rosy cheeks blushed bright red, indicating that the six-month-old girls had not escaped the virus attacking the Crawley children.

This was certainly not what Matthew and Mary had planned for this Christmas.

“Why now of all times? It’s so cruel, for a child to be sick on Christmas,” Matthew said, as they were beginning to prepare themselves to go to church for Christmas Eve. “I don’t want to leave them alone tonight.”

“They won’t be alone,” Mary said. “But I agree, it is rather sad that this should happen now. We should make an appearance tonight, I think.”

Matthew pressed his lips together into what was quickly becoming a pout. “I just don’t want to leave them. Especially with the twins ill, it must be overwhelming for Nanny. And I don’t want George and Violet to feel abandoned, since they would be coming with us.”

“They’ll hardly remember it,” Mary protested, although her argument and her passion was weak.

“George is pretty sharp, he at least remembers much more than you would think.”

Mary sighed. “Oh, all right, we’ll stay back tonight. I’ll ring for Anna and tell her we’re staying with the children.”

Matthew didn’t even bother to change into any sort of evening clothes before heading to the nursery to see his children. 

“Papa!” George exclaimed when he entered the nursery. “Nanny said you were going to church tonight, and we’d be asleep when you came back.”

“Well, your Mama and I decided it was more important to come here and spend Christmas Eve with you. So Mama is going to come in here soon.”

“What are we gonna do?” Violet asked, sitting up and gripping the side of her bed.

Matthew went over to the twins’s cribs and picked Lily, who was wide awake and sniffling dramatically, up. “Whatever you would like. We can read books or sing songs, anything like that. I know it’s sad to be sick on Christmas so we want to make this nice for you.”

“Will we still get to open presents? Even if we’re sick?” George asked.

Matthew laughed. “Of course, but that’s for tomorrow.”

“But we get to open one the day before!” George protested, his bright blue eyes wide.

“I’ll check with your mother on that, but perhaps since this is not a fun situation, she might be a little more merciful and let you open one tonight. But only if you promise to be good and sleep a long time tonight.”

“Okay!” George said, and Violet nodded her firm agreement.

“I’m going to go find your Mama, alright? Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Matthew said, Lily still nestled in his arms.

He ran into Mary right outside the door. “How are they?” Mary asked.

“Well enough, I think. They wanted to open a present tonight, I think we should let them.”

Mary sighed. “They would want to. But I suppose that’s fair.”

“I think tonight will be nice. At least we’re making the best of an unfortunate situation.”

“And they’re trying to get as much as they can out of it,” Mary said with a laugh. “I suppose they deserve it, in this case.”

Matthew grinned and kissed the top of Lily’s head, disregarding the prospect of spreading germs. “They do.”

—–

A Beautiful Sight, We’re Happy Tonight

1927

“Is that everything?” George asked, crawling underneath the Christmas tree in the hall to check for more gifts. He had insisted on handing out everything, and had taken on his task eagerly. 

“I think so,” Mary said, trying to contain a laugh at the pout on his face. “What, did a very spoiled little boy not get enough Christmas presents?”

“I got lots,” George said, sheepishly.

“So did I!” Violet added, hugging her beautifully appointed new doll that was nearly the size of herself.

“I just wanted to give people more presents!” George protested. “And now I have to wait a whole year to do it. That’s a long time!”

Matthew ruffled George’s hair and picked up a large piece of wrapping paper off the floor. “As it happens, George, there’s one more thing, although I couldn’t fit it under the tree,” he said. “How about you and Violet go get your coats on, and come back downstairs.”

Mary gave Matthew a side-eyed glance. “What is this about, exactly?” 

“You’ll see,” he replied. “Will the girls be alright without their coats? We shouldn’t be out there too long.”

Mary picked up Beth, who had been happily fascinated with a new teddy bear she had received that morning. “They should be. But really, what is all this about?”

“You’ll see,” he said.

“Should we come out too?” Robert asked, from his vantage point seated comfortably on a sofa.

“If you’d like to. It might help to keep more eyes on the twins, especially…” he looked around the room suspiciously, “especially since I don’t know where Lily is…”

Mary sighed. “Not again.”

“She slips away so easily, I’m not sure how she does it!” Matthew shouted, but he immediately started to search for her. It only took a few minutes for him to find her waiting at the base of the stairs, looking poised to climb up them. “There you are! Don’t run off!” he chided, picking her up. “George, Violet?” he yelled up the stairs.

George’s blond head appeared around the landing. “I’m coming!” he yelled back.

Violet skidded around the corner. “Me too!” They both hurried down the stairs. Violet quickly calmed herself and stood quietly by Matthew, but George ran all the way to Mary and began tugging on her arm.

“I want to see what it is!” he said. “Let’s go!”

Mary sighed but glanced back at Matthew. “Well, lead the way!”

Matthew balanced Lily on his hip and took Violet’s hand as they walked out the front door. “Now we’re going to have to wait a minute, so can you be patient?” he asked, his question mostly directed at George and Violet.

“Yes,” George replied seriously.

“Oh good because…” Matthew looked up with mock seriousness. “Who is coming down the drive? I don’t think anyone was supposed to be here for dinner this early.”

George and Violet squinted into the distance excitedly, and even Mary looked invested into what his surprise would be.

“I don’t recognize that car,” Robert offered, as the car came closer.

Mary’s eyes widened. “Matthew, what is going on…”

The car coming down the drive was rather long and large, and was a sleek, shiny blue. Mary could not see anyone in it, only the chauffeur driving it.

“You didn’t!” she said in surprise.

Matthew grinned. “This is for our family. See, since we’ve had a couple new additions recently, the cars here were quickly becoming too small. This one will seat all of us, with or without a chauffeur. So that we can all travel, together. And there’s no reason you couldn’t learn to drive it, either. So now we have a way to be together, just us.”

Mary’s eyes widened. She had not been expecting this.

“Car?” Lily asked, pointing to it.

“Yes darling, it’s a car for us.”

Mary’s mouth was slightly agape. “How much did you…”

“Never mind all that, I’ve got lots of stories to tell you later about how I had to try so hard to keep it a secret. But don’t you see Mary, this is our independence as a family!” His bright eyes were pleading with desperate hope that she would enjoy this.

“It is,” Mary said softly. “It’s a beautiful car. You know it makes me nervous when you drive…”

“I’ve gotten much more careful,” Matthew interjected.

“And I’m sure you will be when our children are in the car,” Mary said, trying not to roll her eyes.

Matthew nodded profusely. “Of course.”

“I think I would like to learn to drive it. But not from you. You know I love you, but you would drive me crazy teaching me how to drive,” Mary said.

“I think you may be right about that,” Matthew replied, laughing.

“Excellent. Well, I don’t think today’s the right day to go for an outing, but why don’t we go out tomorrow?”

Matthew took the few steps closer to Mary to kiss her deeply. “That sounds perfect.”

—–

The Silent Stars Go By

1931

It was a cold, but beautifully clear Christmas Eve, and as Matthew and Mary stepped out of the church with their children in tow, month-old baby William nestled in Mary’s arms, a palpable sense of joy surrounded them. The service had been lovely, Beth and Lily especially awed by the candlelight as the tones of ‘Silent Night’ echoed through the church. All the children were bounding with energy; Mary, however, was not.

“I think William’s begging to be fed again,” she murmured to Matthew. “He might not make it the walk home before breaking down.”

They had walked to the church; the evening was too lovely to squander, Matthew had said (and Mary suspected he wasn’t really comfortable with driving as the roads had been icy all day- not that she minded, as she wasn’t particularly comfortable with it either) and so they had all walked. But now the walk home seemed so terribly long, especially with a squalling one-month-old.

“Maybe you should get in the car with Robert and Cora,” Matthew suggested. “I’ll take the children and we can walk.”

Mary looked reluctant but William was beginning to whimper, so she nodded. “Alright. But don’t delay, or I’ll start to worry.”

Matthew kissed her cheek. “Don’t, we’ll be home soon.” He waved her off into the car and turned to the children. “Alright, are you all ready to go home?”

George immediately started running up the path that would eventually lead to the Abbey. “The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner we get to open presents!”

Lily and Beth looked at George with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Yes, it’ll make the time feel faster,” Violet said. She strode next to her father, trying to look as distinguished as possible. She really had turned out to be very much like Mary, but wise beyond her years.

“Let’s get home!” Lily said, running ahead to be next to George.

Beth, however, was dawdling, looking around at the night sky. “Papa!” she said, tugging on his sleeve. “Look, stars!”

Matthew stopped and looked up at the sky. “Yes, you can see the stars very well tonight!”

The other children stopped to look up as well. “Wow,” Lily said breathlessly. “So pretty.”

Matthew got down on one knee, putting a hand behind Beth’s back and pointing up to the sky with the other. “Look to the right of that tree. Do you see that really bright star right next to it?”

“I see it!” Lily exclaimed.

“Look at the stars next to it. Can you see the shape of a woman, spread out and lying down?”

The children squinted very intently at the sky. “Is she upside down?” Violet asked. “I think I see it.”

“I don’t,” Lily said.

“Well, sometimes constellations look nothing like what they’re supposed to look like. But that’s supposed to be Andromeda.”

“Who’s that?” Beth asked.

Matthew laughed. “Someday, your mother and I will have to tell you the story of Andromeda and Perseus, I think. Speaking of Perseus, if you look to the right of that constellation, the constellation next to it is called Perseus. It hardly looks like anything at all, I think, but Perseus is supposed to save Andromeda from the sea monster.”

“How do you know all this, Papa?” George asked.

Matthew stopped and pressed his lips together tightly. He had learned from a fellow soldier during the war, a young man who had been in university studying astronomy, but who had dropped out to serve. Private Thomson. Thomson had died of a bullet wound after suffering for hours with no medical transport arriving. With his last gasping words he remarked on how glad he was, if he had to die, to die under the stars.

Matthew swallowed and shook his head. “I learned all this from a friend. We spent a lot of time watching the stars together. Now come on, we’d better get home.”

“We should watch more stars,” Violet said.

“I still don’t think they look anything like what you say they look like,” George moaned.

Matthew laughed. “Yes, the names are rather a stretch. Now, remind me when we get back, your mother and I are going to tell you the story of Andromeda and Perseus.”

—–

Heedless of the Wind and Weather

1934

The wind had been blowing all of Christmas Day, as snow swirled about the house. Isobel had come up that morning, before the snow had really started falling, and was looking out the window, her lips pressed together.

“I’m not sure I want anyone to drive me home tonight,” she said.

“Of course you could stay overnight,” Robert offered. “There would be no problem with that, I’ll just ask Mrs. Hughes to make up a room.”

The lights flickered above them as another gust of wind pummeled the house.

Isobel returned to looking out the window. Despite the blizzard-like conditions, George, Violet, Lily, and Beth were all out in the snow, spinning around and throwing snowballs at each other. She looked to her daughter-in-law as Mary approached, three-year-old William on her hip. “You’re letting them play in this?”

“Matthew could hardly resist their begging. It’s been so long since it snowed, and… it looked like this when we got engaged, and of course he’s very sentimental about that sort of think.”

William tugged on his mother’s necklace as he looked at his siblings playing outside. “I wanna play,” he begged.

“It’s too cold out there for you,” Mary responded, moving the little boy’s hands off of her jewlery. “I’d rather they not be out there, personally, but Matthew caved.”

Isobel laughed. “Well, they should come in soon so they can all take hot baths before they change for dinner.”

Mary smiled. “I really should tell them that, shouldn’t I?” She put William down and strode to the front door, looking out. “Matthew!” she called. “They really should come in now.”

She could barely see anything through the blustery snow, but Matthew approached the front door and put his arm around her waist. “Yes, we’ll call them in in a minute. But isn’t this lovely?”

“It’s a little much, frankly,” Mary said.

“Oh, but doesn’t it remind you of the night we got engaged? When you made me kneel in the snow?”

Mary rolled her eyes. “Well, I had too many proposals that were a simple proposition and not really all that romantic. I wanted the real thing done right.”

Matthew turned toward her, putting his hands on her hips. “And I did it right, didn’t I?”

“Of course you did.”

To her surprise, he picked her up and spun her around, just as they had done years earlier, ebulliently full of joy.

When he put her down, she was breathless but grinning. “It really was quite romantic,” she admitted.

“It was perfect.”

“And this is slightly less romantic snow, and the children need to come in and take hot baths before dinner starts,” Mary said, snapping out of her dreamy eyed state.

Matthew laughed. “Of course they do. But that can wait another minute, because I need to do this.”

He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

—–

We All Will Be Together

1936

It was an odd feeling for Christmas, to say the least. Something- or someone- was definitely lacking, and the joy that had permeated Christmases past. Robert had passed away that October, a death which was very hard on everyone, but Mary especially had felt it. While she loved her husband and couldn’t have been more proud of how he had adjusted to his new role, it felt odd to see him doing what her father used to do, and some days her heart simply ached for the loss of her dear father.

The Christmas season, especially, had been difficult. She looked toward her father’s usual chair, espying to see him laugh as they played ‘the game’, but her heart ached to see him gone. The children had been upset at his passing, of course, but they still managed to find joy on Christmas Day. Mary, however, struggled.

That night, as she prepared herself for bed, she found herself fighting unexpected tears. Anna had left, and she was alone, sitting at the vanity, crying more than she had the night that he passed.

Matthew didn’t bother to knock when he came in; he had given that up long ago. So Mary was entirely unprepared when he entered the room and found her, red eyed and weeping. “Mary,” he whispered, rushing over to her. “What’s wrong?”

Mary sniffled and looked up to him. “I don’t know, I think it just… hit me tonight that Papa is gone. He was just always so happy at this time of year, he brought so much joy to the season and …I just especially noticed the loss today.”

Matthew rubbed her back softly. “It’s alright to feel that way. I remember the first Christmas after my father died, I barely wanted to come out of my room. I couldn’t stand the idea of him not being there, because he would always wake us up by singing Christmas carols throughout the house and… I didn’t want to wake up on Christmas morning any other way. That first year was very hard. And sometimes, you’ll still acutely feel that loss. The pain won’t ever completely go away, but it’ll dull, and you can take comfort in knowing that he was so loved and he loved you so much.”

Mary took a deep breath and nodded. “I suppose it’s not the happiest of Christmases.”

“No, and no one expected it to be. But there is joy to be found.”

—–

As We Dream By The Fire

1938

The evening was beginning to wind down; after rounds of charades and other games (all very competitive) and the singing of carol upon carol, Mary put William to bed and came back downstairs to the library, expecting that everyone else would have gone up to get ready for bed.

To her surprise, everyone was seated in the library, gathered around a roaring fire. Lily was spread out on the run between the sofas, engrossed in a book she had received as a present, while Beth was reading her own new book nestled in a corner of a sofa next to Matthew. George and Violet were playing a card game together, their quiet laughter occasionally breaking through the silence.

“You all look cozy,” Mary said as she made herself known, taking a seat next to Matthew.

“It’s been such a lovely day,” Matthew said.

“It really has,” Beth said, looking up from her book.

Lily rolled over onto her back, folding her arms behind her head. “You know, the worst thing about Christmas evening is that it means we have to wait an entire year for next Christmas.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be so special if it came more than once a year,“ Violet said.

“Yeah, but this time is just so perfect, you know? After today, everything goes back to normal. We’ll all go back to school, back to being busy, back to barely spending any time together… sometimes I just wish we could live like this forever.”

Matthew smiled. “I agree Lily, we should appreciate all this. Especially this year, since it’s our last before George heads off to university. We’ve got a big year ahead.”

“Can we go do something tomorrow?” Lily asked.

Violet rolled her eyes. “Have you not had enough excitement today?”

“No, I just want to continue this feeling,” Lily said. “I think we should take a drive somewhere tomorrow, all of us.”

Mary and Matthew looked at each other. “That sounds like a lovely idea,” Mary said.

“Thanks for making Christmas so wonderful,” Beth said softly from her corner. “I think it’s my favorite holiday.”

Violet gave an uncharacteristic smile. “I think so too.”

“I’m glad you do, because it’s my favorite holiday by far,” Matthew said.

“He used to be ridiculous about it,” Mary said. “He’s calmed down now… a little bit.”

Matthew laughed. “Well, when I only get to do it once a year, isn’t it reasonable to be a little excited?”

“Now you have to wait until next year!” George said.

“I can’t wait!” Lily said.

“Well, let’s focus on this and make it a happy Christmas.” Mary wrapped her hand in Matthew’s, resting their entwined fingers on his knee.

“A very happy Christmas to us all.”

—–

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

1939

Their next Christmas was far from what they had expected.

That September, war had begun. George had immediately joined up, to no one’s surprise and everyone’s both pride and disappointment. Matthew was recruited by the army to do diplomatic work in the War Office in London because of his legal training and position. The togetherness they had so craved was now in far more jeopardy than it had ever been, and this year, they weren’t all together for Christmas.

Matthew had managed to come home, which was a blessing in itself as he wasn’t sure that he could get off of work to come home. He hated being away from his family, but he would not let them come up to London as he feared it was a target for Germans.

But he was home for Christmas, and trying to be as spirited as usual, although to see another war so similar to the one he had fought in was difficult. And it couldn’t be the same, not with George so far away fighting in France. George had been there almost every Christmas of his and Mary’s married lives, and not having him there felt empty. The other children felt the absence too; they had literally never known a Christmas without their older brother.

That Christmas Eve was relatively dreary; they had a nice meal together, but everyone danced around the topic of the war and the empty seat at the table that was so conspicuous. Nobody felt much like participating in any normal traditions; they played a few cards games but spirits were low.

“Nothing feels right,” Lily moaned, throwing down her cards after another round was finished. “Without George to beat mercilessly, it’s much less fun.”

Matthew frowned. “I know, it’s strange. But hopefully the war will be over soon.”

“Over by Christmas?” Mary mutter bitterly.

Matthew pressed his lips together, looking down. “Yes, that’s what they said about the last one. And that one went on for far too long. And I wish this didn’t have to happen, but there is a greater evil we’re fighting here and…”

“Can we not…” Beth interjected. “Could we please not talk about the war?”

“I agree, it’s consumed everything far too much,” Mary said. She paused for a second suddenly, as if she was listening intently. 

“Mama?” Violet asked.

Mary stood up. “I think someone is at the door.”

Matthew followed her out of the library and into the hall. “Who would be coming here at this time of night?”

Mary shrugged and reached to open the door. When she did, she stood speechless.

Time seemed to stand still.

“My God,” she whispered finally, upon seeing the bright face in front of her.

Matthew, too, was hardly registering it, his mouth agape at the surprise in front of him.

The children came running in behind them, confused as to what was going on, when they saw who was there.

“George!!!” shouted William, immediately running toward his big brother to give him a hug. “You’re home!!”

“But… how?” Mary asked, taking him into her arms, still in total shock.

“They told me a couple days ago they were giving me Christmas leave, and that was hardly enough time to get a message home so I figured I’d give you a little surprise. I hope it was pleasant?”

Matthew stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his son. “The most wonderful surprise.”

—–

The Weary World Rejoices

1943

For the first time in years, Downton Abbey was a full house for Christmas.

George was home for this Christmas— perhaps not for the happiest of reasons as he was recovering from a gunshot wound to his shoulder— but at least he was home. All the doctors said he would make a full recovery eventually and for that his parents were very thankful; glad he would recover but also glad to have him home for a time, for the months that he would be out of danger.

Matthew too had managed to get Christmas off, and he eagerly traveled home from London. He had grown very tired of London, of the fear in the streets and the warlike atmosphere the city itself had taken on. Coming home to the country was an escape, a much needed one.

Violet was lucky enough to get off of her job as an ambulance driver in London for Christmas as well— it may have helped that she was the daughter of an earl and that she generally refused her paltry salary— but in any case, she was grateful, and she and Matthew took the same train home, together.

When the train pulled into the station, both of them were asleep, exhausted from the work they had been doing. They only were woken up by the shouts of familiar voices outside the train car. Matthew woke up and glanced outside to see his wife and his four other children on the platform, yelling and pointing at the train car. “Violet, we’re here,” he said, trying to wake her softly but sounding rather frantic at the same time. “And we’ve got quite the reception committee!”

As they stepped down onto the platform, it was almost as if they were mobbed by family, so excited was everyone to be reunited. It had been so long since they all had been together, and everyone was so tired of the war, but so glad to have family.

“We missed you,” Mary whispered into Matthew’s ear as she embraced him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. But today we have reason for joy.”

—–

May Your Days Be Merry and Bright

1946

Lily had set up her record player and was playing Christmas music, and the tones flowed through the house making everything cheerful. It was certainly much more cheerful than the last few Christmases had been; the war was over and new faces showed up in the Christmas celebrations. Violet was married to Andrew, a doctor she had met while she was driving ambulances during the war, and they seemed very happy. And George had brought home his girlfriend, Amelia, and they seemed very serious about their relationship. The celebration was much less formal than it had been in years past; music played as everyone gathered in the hall, drinking and full of merriment.

Matthew got up and stood in front of the Christmas tree, a glass of champagne in hand. “It’s been quite a year, hasn’t it? A year of peace for all of us. And I’d just like to say how delighted I am that everyone is here, that we’re spending Christmas together. I love Christmas, as my children tease me about often, and it thrills me to celebrate it with them. I’m so proud of all of them. Violet, my dear girl, not entirely mine anymore, but I suppose you never were. You’ve grown into an incredible woman and it makes me so glad to see you so happy. William, you’ve excelled so much in your education, and it makes me very glad to see that. Beth, you as well. If you had told me twenty years ago that my daughter would be studying at Oxford, I would have been pleasantly surprised, but now it is not such a surprise at all, because of how incredibly clever you are. Lily, your mother and I will miss you as you go to travel the world next month, but I know it will be an incredible experience, and we’re so proud of you for taking this leap. And George, what can I say? I’m so glad you made it through the hell that war is and came out a better man for it. And I…”

“Before you say anything, Papa,” George interrupted, “I have an announcement that may affect what you say about me in your speech. I proposed to Amelia last night, and she accepted me.”

The hall burst out into cheers and congratulations, and George and Amelia stood close to each other, blushing (George probably more than Amelia). 

“Congratulations, my dear boy,” Matthew said. “I’m so grateful for all the joy we’ve experienced through the years, and what a lovely Christmas announcement to make.”

George grinned. “I’d like to propose a toast. To many more happy Christmases!”

“To many more happy Christmases!” rang out the reply.

[acindra]

Sooo I’m gonna ramble about my ideas for coming up fics under the cut.

kingjoethecat- I love your michael with touch issues, I would love a fic that focused only on it, maybe it all boiling over and yelling at his friends? It would have to end in a happy note thou ~

Anon- I wish you would write a fic where jeremy comforts michael !

I’m gonna combine these two prompts into one fic. I think it’ll probably be about sensory overload in addition to the touch thing. I’m not sure if it’s going to be exactly like my touch thing where I can feel it if people touch me and it leaves behind a ghost feeling until I wipe it off or if it’s just gonna be that Michael doesn’t like people touching his bare skin. Possibly going to include my texture thing. No real solid ideas on it beyond that, yet. 

thisisnotveryspecial- 42.“I’m only here to establish an alibi.”

This is gonna be put into We Only Want To Have A Good Time but I’m not sure the situation it’s gonna be used in yet. My general idea for the fic so far is the next chapter involves them joining Christine and Rich in setting up their campsite/booth for the Relay for Life. “I don’t know how I feel about doing manual labor on our first date.” They’re gonna have problems setting up the tent/canopy because Jeremy is the only tall person there but luckily Jake shows up with a cooler full of drinks and height. 

The next chapter will involve the beginning ceremony for the event which will probably be glossed over because I don’t actually remember too much of it. Everyone in the squad will show up and they’ll do an initial lap or something to scope out some of the other booths. The booth they’re running is for the theatre club and they’re gonna do improv sketches for money, dramatic readings of bad literature (like my immortal or something), as well as selling fake-flower crowns that Brooke and Jenna helped Christine make the day before. Since they didn’t finish making all of them and people are buying them, people will be delegated to make some more in the camping tent so there’ll be some of that eventually.

The next chapter will involve actually going to booths and buying things as well as shenanigans probably. Like. One of the clubs has a ‘jail’ you can spend a dollar to get someone put in and then in order to get them out again you have to spend 5 dollars. The MC for the event will also hold like a soccer game in the middle of the field and like dancing stuff. There’s probably going to be a dress up contest.

anon-  Hello, do you still take prompts? If yes, then its not usual lovey dovey boyfs prompt. I was thinking that in this fandom is needed a fic where Michael has s crush on Jeremy and confesses it in 7th or 8th grade and Jeremy gently rejects him and Michael gets over the crush and they stay best friends and maybe way later they got curious and date each other when they are in college.

thisisnotveryspecial- 48.“You make me want things I can’t have.” 

anon- 42: “ I need a hug. ” and 43: “ You’re special to me. ”

These all will probably be combined. The fic (which I’m currently writing) is loosely based on the first prompt but I don’t think I’m gonna make Michael get over his crush. It’s going to be called Our Loneliness Will Keep Us Warm probably. Basically it starts off with Jeremy buying The Hoodie for Michael’s birthday the summer before they start freshman year. He buys patches of stuff he thinks Michael will enjoy and then gives it to him hoping it’ll be ok. Michael, of course, loves it and is overcome with emotion. Jeremy’s like ‘only the best for my best friend’ and Michael admits that he thinks he’s gay. Jeremy is like that’s cool it’s not like you have a crush on me. And Michael tries to hide it but fails and Jeremy’s just like. OH. UM. OK. But also sorry I don’t think I like you like that. Michael shrugs it off and is all I know, this is a me-problem, don’t worry about it.

Fast forward to year 3 of uni and they live together in an apartment. They’re all still friends with the squip squad but everyone has moved away probably. I’ll probably touch on Christine dumping Jeremy because she’s aro just so I can show that Jeremy still makes jokes about Michael having a crush on him (not in a cruel way but in a ‘i acknowledge this really awkward thing happened and it’s totally fine, we made it through it and are still hella close bffs) as well as the squip stuff but, at least on that front, i’ll try to not make it angsty.

Anyways so Michael has a late class that prevents him from going to clubs on tuesdays but he insists Jeremy goes to the GSA (gay-straight alliance) without him (Michael still participates in the club events for the GSA he just can’t go to the proper meetings) and IDK I might make Rich go to their school too so Jeremy has someone to go with cuz I don’t think he’d go by himself. Anyways, one of the students does a presentation on sexuality, romanticism, and gender identity which gets Jeremy thinking about his own identity. He texts Michael asking if he’s going to come to the Starbucks hangout after the club meeting (which is what we used to do after GSA at my uni) but Michael says he’s gonna head home because he didn’t get a chance to eat between classes. He comes back to the apartment with a drink for Michael and finds Michael finishing his dinner. He hands over the drink and pops the question ‘how did you know you liked boys?’ which has Michael doing a spittake. They discuss the presentation (Michael’s like Christine gave a very similar presentation when she came out as aro why are you questioning things now and Jeremy admits he hadn’t really been paying attention because he was upset over being dumped or something), specifically about romantic attraction and sexual attraction and how they’re two separate things. Michael admits that he knew he was gay because one day he was over and Jeremy was ranting about something and he really wanted to kiss him. And then he started noticing other boys. And wanting to do stuff with boys. But not girls. 

They settle down with their laptops to do homework or whatever  and Jeremy thinks about his relationship with Michael. He ends up googling things like ‘how do best friends act around each other’ and ‘signs of a crush’ and ‘am i gay?’. He gets increasingly concerned and anxious and Michael notices and is like what’s going on. Jeremy’s like uhhhh I think I’m bi. Or at least biromantic. Maybe. I’ve never really wanted to kiss people I just really want to hang with them? And then he stumblingly explains that he wants relationshippy things like holding hands (which he does with Michael) and cuddling (which he also does with Michael) and going on dates (they don’t go on dates, but they DO do a lot of things one-on-one). Michael is like well you haven’t had a lot of experience with kissing either. There was Brooke and Christine (and Chloe, Jeremy shudders) and that unnamed girl from the party last year. Plus not everyone likes kissing so it’s hard to tell. Jeremy’s getting this sinking feeling in his stomach that he has a crush on Michael which quickly switches to a fluttery feeling because Michael is, still, his favorite person and totally awesome.

Jeremy is like “I have an idea!” Michael is like “No.” because he sees that glint in Jeremy’s eyes and it’s never a good thing. Jeremy convinces him to hear him out and is like “Ok, so you’re a boy.” “I don’t like where this is going.” Jeremy suggests they kiss, for various reasons and Michael is reluctant but also hey he still has a crush on him this is his chance. They kiss for a while and then Jeremy is like sooo I’m definitely biromantic. Um. I might be bisexual? 

At this point it could go one of two ways, smut or not smut. I’ve only vaguely developed the smut idea cuz I wanted to be sure I could fit it in if I was going to write it. So Jeremy continues- But I’ve never really been in contact with anyone else’s dick before. To be fair I’ve never come in contact with anyone else’s genitals in general so I don’t even know if I’m sexually attracted to girls but that’s not the point. The point is right now we’re both here and you have a dick so. Then awkward handjobs. Michael makes an offhanded remark about how it’s funny Jeremy is his first time having sex; he had often dreamt about it but never thought it would happen because Jeremy was straight and haha see I told you you wouldn’t die a virgin. And then Jeremy realizes he just had sex with Michael and starts reeling but Michael calms him down. And then Michael awkwardly makes the ‘this doesn’t have to mean anything’ speech and Jeremy’s quietly like ‘but i want it to mean something?’

And that’s as far as I got with that idea.

anon-145: “ Go back to bed.”

I’ll probably put this into my possible vent fic about being mixed race raised american and not being in touch with your heritage which I kinda touched on here. I only have a vague idea about Michael’s cousin coming to visit and then shunning him because he doesn’t know any Filipino or Ecuadorian culture or maybe Christine talks about her Chinese heritage one day and starts asking Michael about his to try and be friends with him.