#do I post on Christmas or is that annoying for everyone spending time with family?

[jmflowers]

got swayed by some suggestions while losing my mind over exams and now I've got 3500 words of whim comfort fic incoming for y'all

genuine: what time period do you like to receive your holiday gifts?

[futbol16]

Not In Front Of Me!  • Alexia Putellas

Took me a while but I’m finally here with another forgotten birthday angst! Hope you enjoy!

Request: This idea would be amazing: Reader is Mapi’s younger sister and Alexia’s gf and it's her bday and all of the girls seem to have forgotten. Neither Alexia or her sister manage to cheer her up when she comes into the facility and match sadder than ever. Alexia and Mapi had absolutely no idea what was going on and were kind of getting annoyed with Y/N throughout the day and tearing Y/N down even more, which she thought wasn’t possible. Until a journalist asks them in a post match interview what they did for Y/N’s birthday and the whole team is left speechless. They can’t get a hold of Y/N as she disappeared right after the game. They eventually find her after the whole team, especially her two favorite people were sick with worry at her favorite spot on the beach, alone, cold and in tears. You can take the angst level to another dimension

Word count: 2,4k

This was your day, your 25th birthday and to say you were looking forward to today would be an understatement. A week ago you had made plans with Ingrid and Frido to go out for coffee before the match and later that day you’d celebrate with your teammates. 

You loved celebrating birthdays with your Barca teammates because it felt like a big family. Everyone had their roles, the responsible ones; Irene and Sandra, the ones more excited about the cake than the celebrations; Mapi, Caro, Marta and Alexia, and the rest were the silly children going crazy. You’d all dance around to the loud music like there was no tomorrow.

There’s a skip in your steps as you arrive in the lounge room looking for the two Scandinavians. It’s not hard to spot them towering over some of the others and you approach them with a wide smile as you put your arms around each of their waists. 

“Ready for that coffee date?” they laugh at your excited face as they pull you along and out of the facility and to the coffee shop. You spend the next hour or so with them talking about the Christmas break and sometimes bringing up a memory from your early Barca days. Conversation flows so smoothly that you don’t even realize they haven’t wished you a happy birthday until you’re glancing down at your phone and see the date. It wasn’t like they had to congratulate you on your birthday the second they’d see you but the two of them were usually the firsts to do so.

“We better get going or we’ll be late for the bus” you nod at Frido’s words and the three of you hurry back to the rest of your teammates.

You quickly grab your training bag and shove it into the bottom of the bus before walking over to your girlfriend and placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Hola mi amor” you greet her cheerfully which she doesn’t seem to reciprocate

“Where were you? The three of you could’ve missed the bus or made us late to the stadium Y/N” she lightly scolds you and you frown at her.

“We just had coffee, we made sure to get back in time” she exhales lowly before turning to the bus.

“Come on then cariño”

As you walk the stairs of the bus you find your usual seat next to your sister, it had been an unspoken rule the two of you followed. You’d always sit next to each other before matches no matter what, you could’ve had an argument the day before but sitting together was a must. It was like a pre match superstition. You plop down in the seat next to Mapi who turns to you with a raised eyebrow as you get comfortable. You sit in silence for a while knowing that she was getting in the zone but you grow tired of it quickly.

“Hey Mapi?”

“Hmm?”

“Are we gonna go home for Christmas?” 

“Yeah” she answers shortly as she turns back to look out the window, hinting that she wouldn’t like to talk. But like any younger sibling you’d push her just a little more.

“Are you bringing Ingrid with us?” she turns back to you as she answers

“Sí, that’s okay, right?”

“Of course, I love Ingrid!” she nods at you with a slight smile playing on her lips, but she’s also trying to focus on the match ahead of you all and you’re not helping her one bit.

“You know what day it is?” you continue as she stays quiet “It’s weird a year has already passed, I’m-” 

“Go annoy someone else Y/n, I don’t have the patience for you right now!” she snaps at you and you stare at her with your mouth slightly parted as you get cut off. She rarely ever talked to you like that.

“Go!” she snaps again with an expectant look. You blink back your tears as you move out of your seat and look for an open seat closest to you. You sit in the empty seat next to Ana-Maria and the blonde gives you a sympathetic look.

“Happy birthday” she whispers into your ear as she pulls you into her side, you had always been close to her, even after her relationship with your sister ended. To know that your sister’s ex remembered your birthday but not your sister was like a knife to your heart.

“Thank you” you sniffle as you lean your head on her shoulder.

“What’s up with you?” your sister asks as you walk into the stadium, the frown having not left your face. You shrug at her.

“You feeling sick or something?”

“I’m fine María” you tell her as you push past her.

“Sure” she grumbles under her breath as she moves to her own locker.

As you make your way into the tunnel you feel a tug on your arm and you’re pulled into a stronger body.

“Happy birthday baby León” the Atlético Madrid goalkeeper greets you and you smile into her embrace.

“Thanks Lola” you’re about to say something else but you’re cut off by the shout of your captain.

“Y/N! Your own team!” you give her a look but she doesn’t budge and so with an apologetic look you move away from Lola and back in line.

“I was just saying hi to her” you mutter from your place behind Alexia.

“I know, but you can do that after the match, okay amor?” she tells you with a quick discreet kiss to your forehead before the two teams start their walk out of the tunnel.

You go into halftime leading 2-1 and five minutes into the second half you’re scoring Barcelona’s third goal. However, that doesn’t mean Alexia lets your mistakes slide as you accidentally give the ball away to the opposition for the second time in a row. She pulls you aside as the ball goes out.

“I don’t care what’s going on, I want you to be here and focusing on the match” are the harsh words that come out of her mouth. You know this is the captain's side of her, the captain that can’t make exceptions for anyone, not even for her girlfriend. Despite many beliefs, the midfielder was the softest person with you behind closed doors, but she was an ambitious player, much like most of you and so that side of her rarely was shown on the pitch. Which is exactly why you know you shouldn’t let her words get to you but with everything that’s been going on today you can’t help but take it to heart. Your best friends have forgotten about your birthday and your girlfriend is angry with you.

The match eventually comes to an end after a long 96 minutes and you’re happy to have your name on the scoreboard twice as Barcelona win 6-1. You’re pulled into the brunette’s side as Alexia puts an arm around your shoulders, a joyful look on her face.

“Good game, you played well, querida!” she tells you enthusiastically but you keep looking forward.

“Mhmm” you hum out as you shrug her arm off and gently move away from her. The midfielder stops in her steps with a frown as she watches you get pulled away by Lola, a smile making its way onto your face. You were always great friends with the goalkeeper, that was not why she was confused but rather at your bad mood. How could you be feeling sad after winning a match? She’s about to walk after you but Irene interrupts her and pulls her away for a post match interview where some of her other girls are already waiting.

“Congratulations on the win! Celebrations are big tonight at Barca after an amazing victory over Atlético Madrid and Y/N León’s birthday is today too!” Alexia, Mapi, Irene and Patri’s faces fall in sync. They’ve totally forgotten about that. Irene and Patri exchange looks while Alexia stares ahead with wide eyes, utterly disappointed in herself. Your sister looks behind the three of them in panic as she searches for your form. You had been talking with Lola only moments ago, where were you now?

“Anything special you’re doing for the birthday girl?” the interviewer speaks eagerly as she moves the microphone over to them.

“Erm-”

“I can’t find her” Mapi whispers so only the captain can hear next to her.

“Excuse us please, lo siento, we gotta fix something” your girlfriend rushes out as she hands back the mic and all four of them take off at the same time, the rest of the team following them to the locker room like a herd of sheep. 

“Y/N! Mi amor!” Alexia yells out as they enter only to find your locker empty.

“Where is she?!” your sister speaks in a panicked tone as she puts her hand in her hair.

“What happened?”

“What’s going on?”

Mariona and Sandra ask what everyone else wants to know and the four of them turn to the rest of the team to explain but someone beats them to it.

“You all forgot her birthday” 

“Like you didn’t!” Mapi points an accusatory finger at the other blonde, who despite the disappointed look she’s sporting stays calm.

“I didn’t” Ana lets them know.

“Fuck!” Mapi whispers under her breath. “Ale do you know where she went? Come on Ale, you know everything about her!”

The brunette thinks for a second before nodding. It doesn’t take the team long to arrive back to their own training facility where they decide they’d split up to cover more ground, everyone going in pairs to where they thought they’d most likely find you. Alexia and your sister stay back as the others disperse and Mapi looks over at the brunette.

“You know where she is don’t you?” she asks with a knowing look, grinning when the other nods back at her. Despite the situation they were in right now, your sister knew Alexia and you were made for each other. She was it for you and you were it for Alexia.

Without another word the two of them take off to the direction of the beach closest to your shared apartment with your girlfriend. Upon arriving they notice a form sitting at one of the larger rocks, supposedly you, leant back on said rock. 

They approach you slowly, taking notice of the training bag by your feet and the Barcelona kit still on you. You’re shivering slightly, the thin hoodie on you not protecting you from the chill air of the evening.

You’re startled as someone sits next to you, you know it’s Mapi but you don’t bother to acknowledge her presence as you keep your gaze fixated onto the water. Your view is soon blocked by Alexia as she sits on your other side, your sister and girlfriend sandwiching you between them. 

Alexia’s heart breaks at the sight of your tear stained face and she reaches out to wipe them away but you pull out of her hold. She feels her own eyes well up as she retracts her hand.

“Come on hermana, don’t be like that” your sister pleads but you shut her up with a glare. 

“I don’t wanna talk right now” you huff out, though them leaving you alone right now was impossible to ask, not with the state you were in. 

“I was really worried when you just left amor, I didn’t know if something could’ve happened to you while you were out alone”

“I’m not a baby” you mutter to Alexia

“I know, I know, but I’m always going to worry about you” she tells you sincerely and you nod at her words, though still not looking at either of them.

“How can I make this right  pequeña?” your sister tugs at the sleeve of your hoodie gently.

“You forgot my birthday, both of you, all of you” you speak in despair. “I know it’s stupid that I still get excited about it but-”

“It’s not stupid” both of them cut you off and you stay quiet at that.

“I always look forward to seeing your excited face on your birthday”

This is when Alexia tries again and she slowly reaches out to grab your hand, but you surprise her as you lean into her body, pulling your sister with you until you end up in a heap of tangled limbs. 

“Lo siento mucho mi amor”

“Yo también” your sister adds and a small smile makes its way onto your face.

“Fine, but you owe me a cake” you point to the defender who nods eagerly before you turn to look up at your girlfriend. “And you’ve got other ways to make up for this” the brunette catches onto the suggestive tone in your voice and she grins at you as she leans down to kiss you.

“Ew! I did not need to know that!” your sister jokingly gags and you push her away with a laugh of your own.

The three of you settle into a comfortable silence until you notice a group of people making their way onto the beach. Mapi tugs the two of you up and you stand on your feet with Alexia’s hand gripped in your own as you watch confusedly.

“Feliz cumpleaños bebé León!” your teammates scream as they get to you and a wide smile pulls at your lips as you notice the cake in their hands.

“Well you were quick with that one” you mutter to your sister who only winks back at you.

The twenty-three of you sit on the beach as you celebrate your birthday together, apologies thrown in the air along with further ‘Happy Birthday’s and the smile on your lips never leaves your face.

They might have forgotten your birthday, but they still managed to make the most out of today for you and you couldn’t be happier to have such a great group of friends. 

“Te amo Ale”

“Te amo mucho mi amor” she tells you fondly as she kisses you and the two of you smile into the kiss as the girls cheer you on.

“Not in front of me Y/N!”

“What? I have to watch you and Ingrid kiss all the time too!”

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you're tired of your relatives asking you if you're still single every Christmas. on the spur of the moment, you lie that your have boyfriend. luckily, your best friend sweeps in like your knight in shining armor to save the day pairing: jin x reader genre: romcom with a lil angst, best friends to fake dating to lovers warnings: nosy annoying relatives, lying, fake dating trope, one bed mentioned, some crying, insecurities, confessions, kissing, it is quite mild tbh author's note: the title is super lame but hey, Jin likes dad jokes so here we go 🤷 also i intended to post this for his bday but didn't have enough time to finish it word count: 2.4k

Christmas is the loneliest time of the year for you. Even though you spend it with your relatives, they always make a point of asking whether you are still single. Spoiler alert: you are. It's gotten annoying that they don't appreciate you for your academic and personal achievements and they are only interested in your relationship status. You are so tired of the recurring question which is why you dread Christmas so much. A few weeks before it, you get a call from your parents.

"You're coming home for the holidays, right?"

"Of course, mom," you respond, rolling your eyes.

"So…have you found a special someone?"

There it is. Again. Ugh.

"If I hear this one more time…" you sigh.

"Got it," your mom chuckles condescendingly, which frustrates you to no end.

You don't know what spirit possesses you to do what you do next but the words are out of your mouth before you can think twice about it.

"I actually have a boyfriend but maybe if you weren't nagging me about it every Christmas, I would have told you earlier."

"You do?" your mom exclaims, surprise evident in her voice."Well, isn't that wonderful! You should bring him, introduce him into the family."

"He's really busy, mom, I don't think he'll make it," you keep lying, trying to get out of the situation you'd brought upon yourself.

"Nonsense, no one works on Christmas. I expect to see the happy couple soon. And no excuses!"

Before you could argue, your mom hangs up. Great. Now you have two weeks to magically find a boyfriend to bring home for the holidays.

You are sitting on your best friend's couch, playing games with him.

"Damn, you're so good at this!" you shout in fake annoyance at being defeated but you are actually happy for him. You know how much Jin loves winning.

"What can I say? I was born this way," he smirks confidently and puts the console on the table.

"Humble, as always," you tease him, nudging his shoulder.

"So, do you have any plans for Christmas?"

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Why? I thought you loved Christmas movies and decorations and all things Christmas-related," Jin tells you and you are beyond touched to have someone who knows you that well and remembers such details.

"I do, but…I got myself in a bit of a predicament."

"Do share," he turns to the side so that he can face you.

"Well, you know how my relatives always ask whether I'm still single? And they're especially persistent around the holidays."

"I know," he laughs. "You've only complained about it like a hundred times."

"Sorry," you grimace at your own predisposition to torment your best friend everytime something goes wrong in your life. "So, um…this year I told my mom I have a boyfriend."

"And I learn about this now?" Jin puts a hand on his heart, expressing disappointment that you'd kept such a big secret from him.

"What? No, I don't have a boyfriend. I lied to my mom and now she expects me to bring a guy to meet the family."

"Oh, shit," he now understands why you're not looking forward to Christmas.

"Yep. I'm such a mess. Everyone will be so mad at me when I come home alone. Again. Kill me now."

"Well…you don't have to be alone."

"Huh?"

"Hear me out. What if I pretend to be your boyfriend? Just for the holidays. Then, your relatives would get off your back."

"Jin…I can't ask this of you."

"Good thing you're not asking. I came up with this brilliant idea myself. If it bothers you, you can tell them we broke up some time next year. Don't you want one Christmas of your relatives not repeating the same old annoying question?"

"I do want it, more than anything. But I would hate to inconvenience you…"

"Come on, it will be fun! My parents are spending this Christmas in Australia, drinking cocktails and soaking in the sun. It's not like I have anything special planned. It would be delightful to spend it with my best friend," Jin keeps talking and you are almost convinced.

"What about your best friend's super messy family?" you try to change his mind.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll charm the pants off them."

You are not worried about how your relatives will immediatelly fall in love with Jin. You are concerned that it will be you being charmed…

You are revising every small detail while Jin is driving his car to your grandparents' place.

"When did we start dating?" you ask him.

"Three months ago. We naturally realized that we are great friends and would make an even greater couple," he responds without hesitation. "How did I ask you out?"

"You told me I am the best thing that happened to you and I would make you the happiest man in the world if I went on a date with you," you reply naturally. "What was our first date like?"

"We went to watch a movie together, after that we had dinner at a lovely restaurant and I walked you to your apartment where I kissed you in front of the doorstep."

"The roses! You forgot to mention the roses!" you cry out, almost panicking. This has to be perfect or your snoopy relatives might suspect something.

"I was supposed to bring roses to your grandparents? I thought the wine would be enough," Jin mumbles in confusion.

"No, for the first date details! We agreed that you'd mention the roses. What if…what if they ask and we mess something up and…"

"Darling, relax. We've got this. We've been best friends for seven years. We know each other well enough to handle anything."

You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he calls you darling. Damnit. When he'd suggested pretending, you hadn't thought about the fact that it wouldn't be pretending on your part.

"Do you trust me?" Jin asks.

"Unequivocally," you assure him. It is yourself you don't trust.

Once he parks the car, you are immediately greeted by a bunch of your relatives.

"Come, come! It is lovely to meet you," your mom welcomes Jin.

"Mom, this is my best friend," you say by force of habit and then correct yourself, "and now my boyfriend, Jin."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Jin shakes her hand politely.

"Pfft, call me by my name," your mom says and introduces herself.

Quickly enough, your poor bestie is hounded by your grandparents, your aunt, your cousin and her kids. It's a lot of excitement considering you'd just arrived and you are already looking forward to going to bed. You love your relatives but sometimes they can be…a lot.

Jin, however, seems to be thriving. He talks to your mom about cooking, to your grandparents about fishing and politics, to your aunt and cousin about acting and singing. Even the kids seem to love him, as he takes the time to play hide and seek with them. He also promises to build a snowman with them when it is warmer tomorrow. You have no reason to worry and yet, seeing him naturally fit in with them on their first meeting…when you have felt like an outsider your whole life, is enough to bring tears to your eyes. You excuse yourself from the table, saying you need to use the bathroom.

Not expecting anyone to notice your absence, you cry quietly in your room, feeling as if you have never been good enough and your relatives were always disappointed in you. You hear a soft knock on the door, which takes you by surprise.

"You alright, love?" Jin asks.

You let him in and he wraps you up in one of his warm hugs that have the magical ability to make you stop crying.

"What's wrong? I thought it was going well," he whispers, not wanting anyone to overhear.

"It's going splendidly," you agree. "It's just that…they love you more than they do me."

"That can't be true, you're the most precious granddaughter, niece and cousin anyone could possibly have."

You sniffle and look up at him.

"You only say that 'cause I'm your best friend," you try to make light out of the situation.

"Girlfriend," he corrects you with a wink.

"Right," you chuckle through the tears.

"Come on. Let's not give them the opportunity to discuss us behind our backs," Jin jokes and you decide to return to the table. He gives you the strength needed to face them again.

The Christmas holidays go by smoothly and in the blink of an eye. The days are filled with laughter, hot chocolate, yummy meals, wholesome Christmas movies, cozy socks and snowball fights with your cousin's kids. This might be the best Christmas you've ever had. You wonder if it's Jin's presence that made it so special and heartwarming. During the family dinners, he is the life of the party, always knowing the right thing to say to each and every one of your relatives. And when the two of you are alone, cuddled up in your room, he is your rock. You know you can count on him and tell him everything that has bothered you. And you know that he would understand you and comfort you like nobody else could.

Which is why it hurts so much when he is now driving you both back to the city. The pretense is over. You would no longer have an excuse to hold his hand or sleep in the same bed as him or kiss his cheek so openly. He is back to being your best friend. And perhaps that's the way it should be. You couldn't risk your friendship by doing something stupid like confessing your undying love for him. No, that would certainly be a terrible idea. Perhaps more terrible than having him as a fake boyfriend for the holidays.

"What's on your mind?" Jin asks.

"Hm?"

"I can see the gears turning in your head. Something is bothering you."

"Hey, aren't you supposed to look at the road instead of the gears in my head?" you tease him.

"I can multitask. Come on, just tell me."

"It's nothing. I just found myself wishing the Christmas holidays could last longer. I really had an amazing time, which doesn't usually happen around my relatives."

"Glad I could be of service," Jin smirks proudly, making you laugh. You would never grow tired of his casually confident nature.

Silence ensues for a couple of minutes and you are back to worrying and thinking about your unresolved feelings for your best friend. When suddenly, he interrupts your thought process with an unexpected suggestion.

"How about we have a second Christmas?"

"A second Christmas?" you repeat in confusion.

"My place. Just the two of us. We'll do all the things we didn't have the chance to do at your grandparents' house."

"Such as?" you inquire, wondering what you've missed.

"We'll play games and I'll make you my famous roast beef. We'll have midnight snacks and watch anime with no one judging us. We'll bake Christmas cookies together and we could even go ice-skating."

"That…sounds lovely. I'm in," you immediately agree, excited to have a second Christmas with Jin. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle will happen.

The next day, you arrive at his place and are amazed to find how magically decorated it is.

"Ta-da! Welcome to your own personal winter wonderland."

"My goodness, Jin, it looks incredible! How did you achieve all this so quickly and all by yourself? You must be exhausted."

"Nah, it was my pleasure. And besides, seeing the smile on your face is the best Christmas present I could hope for," he responds.

"Merry second Christmas to you, too," you grin and give him a hug. It feels so natural and like you were meant to end up right there.

As promised, the two of you get to do all the things you couldn't at your grandparents'. You watch the spiciest animes with zero shame, you eat ramen at 1am and you play violent games that would make your relatives gasp in horror. It is genuinely the most incredible Christmas. Even more incredible than the time you spent with your family.

But all good things inevitably come to an end. Tomorrow, it is time for both you and Jin to go back to work. And with that, the magical holidays will be over. You don't want them to be. You wish you could stay in this bubble forever, with Jin's arms wrapped around you.

"I should probably head home. You have to wake up early tomorrow."

"Or…you could stay. We can share the bed," Jin suggests and you can swear you hear a hopeful hint in his voice.

"Jin…we're no longer surrounded by my nosy relatives. You don't have to pretend it's okay with you to have me intruding on your personal space."

"Who said I was pretending?" he whispers and you probably shouldn't but you allow yourself to dream. There is no way he feels the same…or is there?

"Don't…don't say stuff like that if you don't mean it," you mumble, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

"I'm tired of hiding it, sweetheart," he sighs and presses his hand against your cheek. "I only offered the whole fake dating thing because I was hoping you would finally get the hint and realize how important you are to me. But in case it wasn't obvious enough, let me spell it out for you. I. Am. Crazy. About. You."

You blink in shock.

"Pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming. You…like me back?"

"How about I do something better?" Jin smiles softly and leans in to kiss you. It is slow and sweet, just as how you'd imagined it hundreds of times. No, scratch that. It is so much better. He makes you feel so special and loved. You wish you had confessed earlier. You have been missing out on so many Christmas kisses.

"Look up," Jin says gently once he finally breaks the kiss.

You do as he asks and you realize that you have somehow ended up under a mistletoe decoration he must have put up and you haven't noticed before.

"Aww, man, did you only kiss me because of that mistletoe?"

"Let me take you to my room and prove you otherwise," Jin vows, grabs your hand and urges you to follow his lead.

Christmas is truly the most wonderful time of the year.

The End

[persage]

My Best Gift - S. HARRINGTON

I wanted to post it on Christmas - yes, it's a silly fluffy Christmas story- but it was a busy time and now here we are a little late but I still hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Steve is resigned to spend Christmas alone. He certainly doesn't imagine that Robin has planned a surprise for him, much less seeing someone he honestly believed he would never see again and that he misses more than he cares to admit.

Words Count: 3.5 k

Tags: none, just some Fluff I needed on Christmas time. It's silly but I promise it's cute

Steve Harrington is ready to spend a serene and peaceful Christmas, just him, his father's good whiskey and a good action movie. A calm evening, for the first time in a long time without family dramas, parents in quarrels, embarrassing silences or equally embarrassing reproaches. Also without Nancy and her family, but Steve prefers not to think about it. With them he spent the first happy Christmas with a family of his entire life, then he just lost them. Being alone on Christmas day is not sad and it is not pathetic and he has no intention of indulging in excessive thinking, he will enjoy the peace like a grown man.

Like a Harrington.

After wishing Dustin and Rob and everyone else happy holidays, reassuring an unspecified number of people that "No, I won't be alone", giving Robin and the kids his presents, now Steve clutches the remote in his hands and think back to Joyce Byers' unexpected invitation and the way in which for a moment, just one, he has risked calling her mom. He feels pathetic now.

Dinner time approaches, but he has no desire to start cooking, so he shrugs, concentrating on the colorful images that pass before him on TV. He takes a gulp of warm alcohol down his throat, which burns like pure fire and he is about to light a cigarette when the doorbell rings and for a moment he lets himself be taken by the stupid fantasy that it could be his parents, that they have come home  to surprise him and he runs towards the door without even realizing it, like a child who hopes to be able to see Santa. His heart sinks into an abyss, a dark place that he didn't even know he owned, when opening the door he finds nothing but darkness and silence waiting for him. He wants to cry to be honest, like a stupid little boy.

But before he can slam the door as hard as he is able, Robin's face peeks out. He doesn't have the chance to say anything because a pair of arms tighten around his neck and he immediately catches a scent that he knows well and calms him down. "Dingus!" Robin exclaimes happily, pulling away.

"Rob? What are you doing here? I thought... "

"Did you really think we'd let you celebrate Christmas alone?"

He raises his eyebrows in defiance, spreading his arms to make room for a series of all too familiar heads and faces and this time Steve has to use all his strength not to be moved and start crying for real, because his real family is here and for the first time he is not alone."Merry Christmas Steve"  Nancy says, making her way with Jonathan,  a turkey in her hands. She places a kiss on Steve's cheek standing up on her toes and Jonathan squeezes his shoulder and after all that has happened this is enough for him to know that everything is okay, that they are friends, that they can be together without embarrassment or resentment.

"I'll put this in the kitchen" she shouts, smiling at him. Steve lets his gaze slide over Robin, her open jacket, her red sweater and a Christmas hat identical to Max's one, who wears it with a much less happy expression than Buckley. Envelopes of every shape and color protrude from her feet.

"What are you waiting? Will you let us in?" Dustin asks, in a fake annoyed tone, actually smiling to the point that Steve fears his cheeks might come off.

"And your families?" He asks shyly, still fearful that now they might leave again. They enter the house one by one, greeting him, some with a nod, some with a hug. "They'll understand" Max replies, trying not to show satisfaction in seeing Steve so excited.

"You don't get rid of us, man." Lucas continues, bypassing him and entering the house, where Nancy is already beginning to dictate orders. One by one Dustin, Robin, Max and Lucas, even Will, Mike (who would rather be anywhere else) and El file past him. He can't deny it, this is a surprise, more like a Christmas miracle... And for a moment he feels different, lighter, more carefree. Steve Harrington feels happy. He is not used to that feeling during Cristhmas. He looks down at the ground and shakes his head, unable, however, to stop smiling. When he thinks that parade of his people is over and that there are no more intruders to let into the house, he gently pushes the door with a wave of his arm, and turns towards the living room. Before he hears the door close, however, he senses someone coughing lightly, and a voice comes clear and distinct.

"You won't let me in?"

Steve's eyes widen, because he's sure he knows who this voice belongs to and up until now he's been sure he won't be hearing it again any time soon. His breath catches in his chest. In a second he turns back towards the entrance, where the toe of a black shoes block the door from closing.

"Y/n?" He mumbles before meeting your face again. He hurries to open the door all the way back and immediately freezes to the spot. In front of him, wrapped in a black coat,  hair scattered around your face and eyes brighter than the stars exactly as he remembered them, you star at him with a faintly hinted smile on your face.

"Oh my god y/n" his voice shakes  more than he wants to, so he fakes a  a cough, while Robin looks at him knowingly and a sly smile. You star at him for a few more moments, just a fraction of a second, before dropping the envelope and purse on the floor and throwing yourself into his arms. After all it's been a while since you last saw him, before your parents forced you to leave Hawkins and move.

Hardest experience of your life.

You still remember the day of departure, passing in front of your friends' houses, you have flooded your clothes with tears and thought about everything you left behind and the things you never had the courage to say and do. And all these things are now here, in front of you and they are looking at you with the biggest eyes in the world.

Incredulous.

Because Steve Harrington has always been your biggest regret and your only desire.

"Steve." You sigh against his skin, so happy to finally be here that you almost shiver. When Robin Buckley has called you to ask you to join her in Hawkins, she really thought you couldn't do it, given the short time in which she had organized the surprise for Steve. "You'll be his Christmas present!" And you had thought of a joke and you had anxiety until you had Robin in front of you and she smiled and embraced you happily, as if your presence could really be a gift. Yet here you are, with the boy you thought you hated so much as a child, only to discover that you felt everything for him except hate, that never really felt anything but love.

"What... What are you doing here? You should... Be on the other side of the world. I haven't seen you in..." He strokes your hair lightly, then he grabs your face in his big hands and squeezes it tightly to check if you are real. "One Year and Three Months Stevie" And after saying that he squeezes it a little tighter, because he probably just realizes right now how much time has actually passed. You are one of the things Steve tries not to think about, filed away in a corner of his heart where your absence can't hurt him. You wrote to each other in the beginning, even quite often, but then it just became too difficult. He moves away a little, just enough to look you in the eye, and none of you try to hide the surprise and the smiles. Somewhere deep down there are  regret and the fear too.

"You are... Changed." he says, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You've gotten slightly taller and your cheeks have taken on color and are fuller than the last time he saw you, when the upside-down chores were slowly draining you. You seem healthier, calmer and happier, safer than you will ever be here. With him.

"You too Harrington look...Grown up. A man"

He doesn't answer and you continue. "I guess being a hero makes you grow up fast" You burst into a nervous laugh and look down at the toes of your boots.

"Sorry, it's just that... I'm nervous" He shakes his head.

"Don't be y/n, this is still your home." You observe him, the words get caught on your tongue, stumble and never come out right.

I love you. I miss you. I wished I was here.

And instead all you can say is "I know things have happened...Bad. Difficult. I.." Steve closes his eyes, trying to erase the images of StarCourt, of the Russians, of Billy. Hopper. You have lost so many things but honestly he is happy about it. When he opens them you're watching him worried, his fingers reach your cheek again, gently brushing it

"Yes but I'm glad you weren't there. I prefer to know you're safe"

You smile, softly, placing your hand on his still firm on your skin. You're about to reply that you wish you were here just to keep him safe but Dustin's voice cuts you off.

"Lovebirds, would you do us the favor of coming here?" Stepping back, he coughs lightly as a blush spreads across his cheeks. "Come on, before someone destroys my house." He leans in towards you, reaching out to close the door behind you, and for a tiny instant, you were numb by the scent of him. The moment soon vanishes as he takes you by the hand and leads you to the room where all the voices come from.

"Steve, you haven't even decorated the tree!"

Nancy says shocked. When her eyes lock on your clasped hands, she just smiles at you sweetly.

"It's not like I exactly expected to spend Christmas like this." He tries to justify himself, earning a series of insults and "You're terrible!" from the rest of the company. "As if you mind," Dustin teases. "I'm the one who minds being here actually" Mike mutters slyly.

An hour later Steve is leaning over the dining table, a glass of white wine in his hands and watches as Lucas and Will attempt to scramble over each other to position the three topper. Robin and Jonathan burst into laugh after noticing they brought the same kind of decorations. You and El are trying in every way to whiten the tips of the tree to simulate snow. Right now, while looking at his friends, Steve again perceives this feeling: pure joy. It's has nothing to do with food, gifts or Christmas lights.

It is more a warmth,  something that objects can't bring people. He feels it again, this damned wonderful overwhelming happiness, when, having puffed and abandoned the hard work you've been doing, you look up at him and smile at him from across the hall.

You are here.

You're here, for real and Steve already feels the pain of having to let you go again. But you're here and he can hold you,  kiss your hair, talk to you. It's the best gift ever. He still remembers so distinctly the moment he met you, you were just a little thing, so small you looked like a doll running around the garden of his house and rolling with him among the flowers that his mother cared for more than her own son and Steve hated to death. He remembers your little hand hanging a drawing of the two of you on his bedroom wall. He rembers you throwing your head back and laughing by the sea when Tommy and Carol dragged you for a weekend away from the city routine and then you hiding your tears at Barbara Holland's funeral, trying to be strong and breaking down anyway, shattered in front of an empty coffin, devoured by guilt. There is no memory of his childhood or adolescence that does not involve you, or that he cannot be traced back to you. Even after your departure in every memory you are, a distant thought. Now that you're here everything seems to be back exactly as before. And even if he doesn't even know what heaven is, Steve Harrington feels very close to it. The dinner is not as perfect as Robin planned it, but no less exciting. As she studies her best friend sitting next to you, she still can't believe she haa managed to bring you home. You laugh with Nance and Jonathan. Dustin, Will and the boys are chatting across the table. Robin feels like a little girl waiting for her presents and always leaving a plate of cookies and a glass of milk by the fireplace.

In the imperfection of her life and the difficulties that her family has to face, she has managed to do something great for Steve and this is the most precious gift in the world. If everything they've been through has brought them here, Robin is ready to face it all again. There is nothing  she could want more then her dingus being in peace. You wake up abruptly, still upside down from the jet leg, in the living room, lit only by the tree surrounded by colored lights.

You must have collapsed just a few hours ago, curled up on Steve's couch - specifically next to him, surrounded by his perfume - and now you see your friends curled up in their sleeping bags scattered around the room, each too tired to even notice they're asleep on the floor. Shifting the blanket someone must have wrapped you in after you fell asleep, you decide to use it to cover Max, lying on the other side of the sofa clutching one of the large pillows to her chest, her hand left dangling down to where Lucas promptly reached out to squeeze it . With all the delicacy of which you are capable, you place your feet on the floor and try to get around the various sleeping bags scattered along the room. Luckily, you manage to make it to the kitchen without waking anyone – not that they could have woken up anyway – but noticing a light on.

Before you can even think anything, your eyes met the figure of Steve who has his back at you, wrapped in a burgundy sweatshirt and wearing a pair of shorts. You've missed seeing him so calm, so relaxed. You just missed him to tell the truth, more than you expected.

"What are you doing up?" You ask in a low voice, leaning an arm against the counter and waiting for him to turn around.When he does, he runs a hand through his messy hair and smiles at you.

"I can't sleep" he explains to you, placing a cup on the counter. You catch the movement and narrow your eyes. "By chance is that...?"

"You caught me." He raises his hands in surrender.

"Hot chocolate. Oh, God... You shouldn't have done it without me it's pur thing Steve!" You scold him, silently approaching and trying to suppress a grin. Chocolate has always been their ritual during the endless study afternoons, spent doing everything but study.

"I am sorry... "

"Now, my dear Harrington, I shall be forced to take serious measures."

You threaten. Before he can do anything, you've gotten very close and managed to grab onto his hips. You begin to tickle him when he tries to move, but you're faster and let your hands slide under the sweatshirt, on the abdomen and Steve is shaken by a series of irrepressible laughter. "I give up, I give up!" He almost screams, grabbing your wrists and finally managing to stop you.

"What do you have to say in your defense?" You lift your chin to him, closer than you've ever been all evening, and your smile fades as you notice Steve's eyes roaming over your lips tracing them with his gaze. Just do it. Please . But don't speak, in fact your breath catches in your chest. Everything is exactly like in the good old days.

Immediately he releases your wrists.

"Steve" You mumble confused by whatever is going on, this is enough to bring him back from the trance he seems to have fallen into. Steve turns and leans towards the top right locker where he keeps his cups, with his back to you. "A cup of hot chocolate on the way." He mutters, you try to suppress the sigh you feel growing in the center of her chest. "I missed you, you know?" You confess with a half smile, going to sit on the opposite counter, continuing to observe his back. It's nothing new, you know what there is between you, affection, Devotion but sometimes it's feels like it could be so much more it actually hurts.

"I would have liked to keep in touch, to contact you more often..." He starts.

" I know it. It looked wrong. ridiculous. I get it, really." you interrupt him. He still won't look at you. "I'm glad you're okay." You continue."I'm glad you're okay too. Thank God you are safe. I would die if everything ever happens to you Steve." Only now  he turns around, hitting you with the intensity of his gaze "I missed you too. You don't know how much, princess" As soon as you hear that nickname, that stupid nickname he gave you years and years ago, your heart skips a beat. And you blame the memories, you blame Christmas and the distance, for what you do afterwards. While Steve walks up to you carrying the hot cup, it's easy to take it out of his hand and place it behind you. It's easy to grab hold of his fingers that you know as your own and bring him close, just as it's easy to stare at him from below without letting go. The easiest thing, however, is to close your eyes. Close your eyes and wait, as you have done since you were twelve, when you finally understood that there is no person in the world more similar to you, more suited to you than stupid Steve Harrington. And that's why, in the end, you fell in love with him hard.

The long-awaited kiss reaches you,  the only light that remains is the sensation of this moment, imperfect as it has always been between you two, but nothing less than exceptional. You sense the initial awkwardness, which, of course, has nothing to do with inexperience– Steve seems born to kiss ypu and make it seem like the simplest thing in the whole universe. It's an embarrassment that says "you've been my best friend since before I even remotely looked like a girl, but now you want me and I want you and here we are" and likewise you feel it fade, giving way to an ease you haven't felt with anyone else.

The romantic side of your mind suggests it's because he knows you better than any other guy.

Steve, who has leaned over your legs stretching his neck towards your face as if a natural thing, moves his left hand towards his side, and only now  you suddenly realize you want him closer, you need him. Therefore you surround his waist with your legs and cling to the collar of his sweatshirt, devouring his mouth in a need that has been ignited since he held you in his arms in front of the door. Despite the desire, however, you are  this is Steve you are kissing now and you must know what the hell it means to him before doing something you could regret. In the same moment in which Steve starts to move away slightly, you do it  too and finally open your eyes.

"I wish I hadn't waited a year to be able to do it." He whispers softly, letting the fingers of his right hand get lost behind your neck, in your soft hair. And it's enough for you, for him and for everything you've never said.

For now, that's enough.

"You've always been slow Harrington"you scold him, trying with all your strength not to smile at him, "Give me a good reason to stay Steve" He leans down once more to kiss you.This time, you both smile.

This time you will never leave.

[lemonykoo]

last minute christmas gift - diluc

Pairing: Boyfriend!Diluc x Reader

Genre: Fluff! Female reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: Diluc has to work Christmas day and you’re bound and determined to visit him to spend the holiday with him. Only, the winery staff seems to be doing everything they can to prevent you from leaving and your boyfriend actually wasn’t at work this whole time…? Merry Christmas/happy holidays everyone!! (sorry for any typos i wrote this kinda quickly so i could post it on christmas day hehe)

You could hear soft footsteps approach you as you fished through your jewelry box in search of the perfect pair of earrings to match your outfit. “Oh y/n, where might you be going?” Adelinde’s gentle voice cut through the air and you saw her standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom you were staying in for the holidays. Diluc had invited you stay a few nights at the winery to celebrate Christmas with him and the staff. You wouldn’t be able to visit your family this Christmas, and vice versa since they were so far away in Fontaine, so you accepted your boyfriend’s invitation gladly. You arrived the day before Christmas Eve and you would be leaving tomorrow morning, though you would probably be back the next day since you two spent so much time together.

“I was going to go visit Diluc while he’s working,” you answered, softly cursing as the back of an earring stabbed your finger. “Oh, these would be perfect,” you thought as you grabbed them.

“Oh?” Adelinde’s eyes widened slightly before she smiled kindly. “Y/n, it’s so cold outside, though, are you sure? He’ll be back later.”

It was unfortunate that Diluc had to work today – on Christmas, no less. You understood that it gave Charles the chance to go home and see his family, but still it was upsetting for you so hear last minute that you would barely spend any time with your lover on such a special occasion. That’s why you thought you could go visit him while he was at work, so you could make the most of the holiday. Sure, you spent almost every day with the man, but on Christmas? This was special! “But it’s Christmas, Adelinde. It’ll just be another gift to him today.”

The head maid sighed. “I know, y/n,” she said as she watched you gather your coat and push past her to leave the room. “But do you think he’d be very happy with you if you walked all the way there in the freezing cold?”

A soft smile came across your features as you imagined him gently scolding you. He wouldn’t be mad, of course, but he cared for your safety and he wouldn’t be too thrilled if he heard you had done something like that. “No,” you answered. “But I don’t care. It’s the thought that counts.”

Adelinde bit her lip. Her main job today was to make sure you didn’t leave the winery and here you were, dressed up in your cutest attire to venture out into the snowy afternoon. Luckily, Elzer was there to help.

“Y/n, his shift will end before you know it and then you’ll have him all to yourself the rest of the night,” the butler interrupted, moving a bit to block you from the doorway. “There’s no sense in risking your health. I went out earlier and I nearly slipped and broke my back.”

It seemed like everyone was against you today, despite it being such a joyful holiday. A visible pout appeared on your face as you turned your direction away from leaving and to the couch in front of the fireplace. You admit, you were being a bit silly acting this way since you would be seeing him later in the night, but you really didn’t understand why he had to work Christmas. Instead, he could be here, enjoying the lovely desserts Adelinde had made with you. If anything, you were starting to get a bit annoyed. Here you were, already dressed up pretty, wearing your new perfume gifted to you by the special man in question earlier in the morning, not able to go out as you had planned. You were so frustrated that you felt a tear surface but you blinked it back. It was silly to cry over this. There was no need to act this way over such a small matter.

An hour and a half had passed, and you noticed that none of the staff were in the room with you. They had been idly lurking around, preventing you from trying to leave once more but after Adelinde had given you a slice of pie and a blanket so you could lounge on the couch, it seemed they had assumed that you had given up your endeavors. Their mistake, because you had never take your shoes off and seeing that your opportunity was open, you quickly sprung up, grabbing your coat and quietly slipping out of the winery’s front door.

It was cold, bitterly cold. The wind nipped you as you pulled your coat tightly to you and there was a thin sheet of ice on the ground outside the door. You felt your nose and cheeks turning red already, so that just meant you had to be faster in your travels. You turned to make your escape only to run right smack dab into someone else. If you didn’t know any better, you would have assumed it was Adelinde and begged for forgiveness, but the figure was much too tall to be her.

“Trying to run away from here already, hm?” Diluc chuckled, planting a small kiss on the top of your head while he wrapped you in a hug. “I can tell you’ve already been using the gift I got you.” Before you could say anything, the winery owner was guiding you back inside, which you were thankful for since you were already freezing. You made a mental note that you probably wouldn’t last two seconds in Dragonspine.

Upon entering the winery once more, you were expecting to see the staff giving you dirty looks for making your escape. Instead, they were all giving you warm-hearted smiles. You think that worried you more. “I wanted to come see you while you were at work since it’s Christmas,” you said, looking up at Diluc. His eyes seemed to be glowing, giving him a very cheery and bright appearance. You noticed he kept the small braid you had done earlier, pulling it into the high ponytail he had his hair in.

“I appreciate the thought, my dear,” he responded, guiding you back to the couch you had just come from. Unknown to you, he looked at the winery staff members, which was a message to leave the room while he sat you down in front of the fire, to which they all obeyed immediately. The plate from your pie from earlier was gone now. “About that, y/n, I wasn’t at Angel’s Share.”

You blinked as you watched him give you a sorrowful expression. His cheeks were flushed from the cold outside, but he was warm to the touch. Maybe that’s why the staff was trying to keep you from leaving. “H-huh? What do you mean?”

“Well,” he started, looking over to the crackling fire, “there was a gift I really wanted you to have and today was the only day I could get it. And this was the most important gift I wanted you to receive, so I couldn’t pass it up. I’m sorry for lying to you, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise for you.”

Your brows were furrowed as you felt him grab your hand and give it a little squeeze. “It’s okay, love, but you didn’t need to lie to me.” You shifted a bit closer to him and you could smell his cologne waft in the air around you. The moment felt tender and warm.

“I hope you can forgive me for that,” he said, almost bashful. “That’s not the point, though, dear.” He cleared his throat and took your other hand, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on your knuckles. “I know this might be a bit sudden since we haven’t really talked about it, but I thought that this was the right moment. We’ve been together for almost four years now-”

“Are you breaking up with me?” You asked suddenly, interrupting him since you felt like maybe this conversation wasn’t going to end in the way you wanted it to. Your mouth worked faster than your brain this time, and you pressed a hand to your mouth out of shock.

Diluc’s eyes widened, and he blinked as his posture seemed to tense up before relaxing once more. “N-no,” he stammered before reaching into the coat he wore and pulling out the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. The diamonds in the golden ring caught the light from the fire just perfectly, making them glow like snowflakes in the winter sun. “I’m proposing to you.”

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes as you stared at the ring in disbelief. Diluc was right, this was a bit sudden, but you always imagined proposals were sudden and not always expected. Time seemed to slow down as your brain tried to form a coherent thought, but ultimately you were left speechless. Well, except for the eager “yes!” you exclaimed before grabbing him in a tight hug.

[thelaughingmerman]

I would love to hear your LCA headcanons!

Hi! I wasn't ignoring this ask I'm so sorry I 10000 percent just plain forgot it was in here (I think I opened it first on my phone while out and about and said "Oh fun!! I will answer this at home!" And that was when I forgot.)

I had a couple posts but I can't find them because I don't know what tagging is. Here are some things I do remember. Under a readmore because I wrote too much, spaced them all out with bullet marks:

-Freya is a lesbian, but not currently seeing anyone. She works A LOT. And spends a lot more time at the Station than she really needs to (though she's not Duke levels of bad). She's very dedicated to and loves her job, but it's a very stressful position. It's tiring a lot but she wouldn't give it up for the world.

-Clemmons is bi and lives with his partner. Like most everyone at the station, he works a 24 on, 48* off shift. He spends a lot of time exploring the city on off time. He's great with directions, and people person who usually remembers little details about friends and family they may have mentioned once in passing. This (coupled with his tendency to excel when given a task he's good at) made him the perfect candidate to tackle Freya's unique form of firefighting (it’s part of the reason she chose him for her team, and why she started sending him to get her wild list of firefighting supplies). While sort of bad at managing his own anxiety, he's really good at helping others manage theirs. He likes video games a lot too!

-Bob is questioning his gender and sexuality. He didn't know there were so many labels and now he's very confused. He doesn't have to figure it out right away. While he works the 24/48 schedule as well, he's most likely to give extra hours where necessary. Spends a chunk of his off days at the gym. Loves dogs and would like a dog of his own but with that schedule he knows it wouldn't be fare to the dog even with a sitter.

-Carol is a single mom. Her ex doesn't stay in touch and it's just fine for them really. As of last Christmas their family has grown by 2 (Guinea Pigs). Both Carol and Maddie really consider Mayor Fleck like family to them. Fleck isn't good with words on that sort of thing but he is very fond of them, yes. Fleck is a practical man, and this extends to gifts. The Christmas following the events of 'Small Carol' he gave Maddie her own 'special mayor pen' with her name on it. She loves it and keeps it safe in the box it came in when she's not using it.

-Frankie had a gallery show for his art once! He invited Duke, mostly so he could see his first collaboration piece, a self portrait with tire tracks across it. (Frankie Lupelli and Duke DeTain, Self Portrait with Tire Tracks, Mixed Media Acrylics on Canvas with LEGO Brand Tire)

-Big Betty is very close with her family. She has two young nieces (9 and 6) who she often babysits. Sometimes Hank will come hang out with her and her nieces too. They let the girls paint their nails and do their makeup and hair. The pair also actually go get their nails done together sometimes. Frankie has joined them on occasion. Vinnie came once but he complained.

-Hacksaw is gender-neutral and has no preference of pronouns.

-Wheelie is a gay trans man (and would really like to be called Wheelie like for the love of god why aren't we using this man's name, that's not a headcanon I'm just annoyed).

-Billy's cat (from Billy the Bug, we never see this cat again but Anne says he can keep it I have to assume this thing is still in the house) LOVES Mark. Mark has yet to fully come around but he has been caught once or twice patting the cat's head (like one small, barely even making contact) when it jumps onto the arm rest of his chair. Sanitizer used immediately after, but hey, baby steps.

This got wordy I'm so sorry I'll stop there for now.

I haven't researched what it's like elsewhere but here in America a lot of stations do a 24 on- 48 off schedule. Where teams work a full 24 hour day, then have two days off. I've made this the case for LCA as well?

[dr4kenlvr]

dating chifuyu matsuno

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x gn!reader

genre: fluff

request: omg dating chifuyu pls<3

shout out to chifuyu, gotta be one of the bestest boys in tokyo revengers!!

being chifuyu's partner has got to be one of the best things someone could accomplish in their life LMAO

chifuyu firmly believes that a relationship should contain mutual trust and love, and he is so incredibly happy that he's found someone who cares for him as much as he does them

(remember when he was bitching about not being able to spend time on christmas eve looking for a partner??? YEAH THAT)

when you first start dating i feel like he'd really want you to meet his friends, just cause that way you can get to know them and you could all hang out together

it'd be easier for him too since baji's ass is always around him, and he doesn't want to neglect anybody

he'd fall in love even more with you when he sees that you get along nicely with them all

it makes his heart so full to see his friends and partner hanging out, that sometimes his ass is left behind

"yo chifuyu, y/n is more fun to hang out with than you!" - smiley, probably

chifuyu: :o

often, chifuyu likes to take you all over the city when you're free

he'd offer to take you out whenever you're free to spend extra time with you!

your family find him incredibly sweet and trustworthy as well, so he has no problem winning over their hearts <3

he promises them that he'll return you back at a reasonable time and safely!

around the city, he'll take you to get some food, buy your favourite drinks, and maybe even feed the ducks at the nearby pond

he just loves seeing the smile light up your face when you're having fun, it honestly makes his entire day

one place he really likes to go is the book store where he can look for and buy new manga with you, he'll offer to pay for your books too if you want any

now, since he's apart of toman, he completely acknowledges the dangers that come with being a gang member

he'll put his whole effort into making sure that you are safe

if you insist you can handle yourself (he finds that super attractive btw), he'll ease up a little but is still on your ass with "be careful" or "call or text me if you need me okay!!"

he is ALWAYS talking about you to takemitchi (he finds it really cute tbh)

"takemitchi look look! they're so cute" - chifuyu when you post a new photo online

he's a total fanboy of your shit too, if you like to play an instrument or you like to collect figurines, whatever it is!

chifuyu is ON HIS SHIT to support you !! chifuyu number one y/n supporter !!!

his friends find it funny too, they sometimes ask about you and how you're doing, and chifuyu has all the latest updates

smiley and pah tease him relentlessly, don't matter if you're around or not

he gets pretty blushy but is rather flaunt about having a partner

chifuyu's got this habit of drumming his fingers on your thigh or hand whenever you sit with him

if you're on his lap, he'll rest his hands on your legs and just- pat pat pat

just random patterns, or to a beat of a song that's stuck in his head

if it makes you uncomfortable or annoyed at all, he'll stop for sure, he's not one to push you into anything you wouldn't want to do

you guys like to share music with one another too! so if you recommend him an artist, he'll def check them out and vis versa!

you two have a shared playlist where you just compile a bunch of your favourite songs together and listen <3

yup i 11/10 recommend everyone a chifuyu matsuno

[tibby]

will u share more ab the decor around the jigsquad house w amanda, adam and lawrence?

oh happily!!!

they live in some like, victorian style home painted a shade of green that could be mistaken for an office space in a neighbourhood full of them. this is the best visual reference i could find for how i picture it in my minds eye:

amanda built a ramp that they placed over the stairs so it's easier for lawrence on a daily basis

lawrence gets primary say over the interior decor because he technically pays the most in terms of mortgage/bills. which isn't to say adam and amanda don't contribute, because they do, but lawrence IS a surgeon who comes from a wealthy family. so it's only fair that he pays the most, and therefore it's only fair that he fills the place with weird statues and nice pieces of art and intricately carved wooden furniture and silk pillows. and also his clock that we see in the first movie.

however. adam and amanda DO also live there so they DO get somewhat of a say. which is why the house's overall decor has the vibe of "trust fund baby going through an emo phase."

adam and amanda kept sticking posters of bands and movies that lawrence has never heard of to the walls and he decided that it was ruining the aesthetic so he had them framed and now adam's crumbled old nine inch nails poster is hanging in an expensive frame next to some painting that lawrence paid an obscene amount of money for.

the kitchen is...surprisingly very domestic and homey. whether or not the weed and shrooms that adam and amanda are growing on the windowsill adds to that or detracts from it is a matter of personal opinion. but yeah! the fridge is covered in photos of the family and drawings by diana and bills and a grocery list that has everything from gourmet cheeses written in lawrence's unreadable doctor's handwriting, kerosene in amanda's chicken scratch, and pop tarts (FROSTED!!!!) in adam's surprisingly beautiful cursive. they have one of those bread/flour/sugar/rice/coffee/etc ceramic container sets and they are ALWAYS filled with the appropriate things. erratic collection of mugs including: one that 4 year old diana painted for lawrence for father's day, the one adam had made that just has a photo of his cat (bastard) on it, the world's worst serial killer mug that amanda got mark for christmas (he tried to bring it into work one time ""ironically"" and strahm nearly had an aneurysm). shelf absolutely stuffed with cookbooks and a homemade spice rack on the wall and a coat hanger with a bunch of embarrassing aprons (they intentionally bought pink ones with heart shaped pockets or cringe ones like KISS THE COOK because mark does a lot of the cooking and they love to see mark "built like a brick shithouse" hoffman in the most ridiculous aprons they could find). sometimes they work on smaller traps on the kitchen table but for the most part that is done in the basement.

murder basement is dark and gloomy and adam hates being in there because well. it's where they make murder traps. so he tried to liven things up in the most intentionally annoying way possible by putting like, fairy lights and lava lamps and beanbags everywhere. it's tacky and they all hate it but if lounging around on a beanbag is the only way for adam to spend more than five minutes there then so be it. the lock on the basement door is all rusted and they tell everyone that "oh we can't get it open haha we just don't use the basement" which is a horrible cover story but it works so. who am i to judge. the basement is also where they store their holiday decorations so there's stuff like a christmas tree and a dancing skeleton figure amongst their tools designed to maim and/or kill. they're kind of weird.

i think amanda isn't used to being allowed to have and keep things so she's a bit of a hoarder. i said this in my mandy hcs post but she's a big reader and doesn't ever throw out any of her books, which range from big hardcovers to tacky romance paperbacks that are falling apart. the bookshelf is full so there's random piles of them all over the house and she WILL somehow know if one is missing and there WILL be bloodshed.

erratic shared vinyl collection? erratic shared vinyl collection. erratic shared cd collection? erratic shared cd collection. erratic shared dvd collection? erratic shared dvd collection.

lawrence got full control over decorating his and adam's bedroom, which adam didn't really care about because they just use it to sleep and have sex. his only request was that he could hang up a bunch of photos of them (many with diana) and lawrence happily agreed. anyway. it's all a nice wooden bedframe and matching drawers and bedside tables and like, silk sheets and an incredibly expensive mattress. they have a little ensuite and the light is ALWAYS on in there because adam can't handle full darkness anymore, let alone in bathrooms. it's kind of boring but like. whatever. let the murder gays be boring in their love nest.

amanda's room is more all over the place, there's barely an inch of free wall space because again, a little bit of hoarder tendencies. she's got postcards and photos and ripped pages from books and magazines stuck up everywhere. lots of reds and purples with the upholstery and the curtains and whatnot. she's got a little desk that's absolutely covered in sketches and trap plans and poems and letters because she's always working on something. adam is forbidden from smoking in his and lawrence's room (tbh lawrence keeps trying to get them to stop smoking in the house but they don't listen) so he usually smokes with mandy in her room.

adam's cat bastard as her own room. bastard does not usually sleep in her room in her fancy pet bed, because cats are like that. bastard is banned from sleeping in adam and lawrence's room after she ate a bird (that was still alive during) on their nice silk sheets. there are dead things in bastard's room and more toys than any cat could ever have. nobody is allowed in there except bastard or adam unless they want to lose an arm.

the other spare room is for diana, and it is constantly changing because she is a growing girl and her interests are constantly shifting. it is on the top floor of the house and has a giant window that looks out into the backyard.

ik the backyard isn't really decor but they do have a very nice large one and adam has a vegetable patch that he tends to religiously. adam's green thumb is a shock to everyone given that he once tried to serve them pasta boiled in gatorade. but. he loves his vegetables and his fruits and his flowers so love is love. they also have a hammock and a back porch with rocking chairs on it.

[lycorisketch]

Here to talk about Security Breach. Lots of people have been complaining about stuff, so I wanna give my thoughts.

Please read entire post before commenting

First off, I'm only halfway through the game, so no, I have no experienced everything in the game personally, but I've seen every ending, multiple playthroughs, and many other analysis posts.

Also I'm sorry for the large post, but this all has made me upset and I wanna talk about it.

(Also everyone is entitled to their own opinions, but still, please read)

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So to start, to the people complaining about bugs and the game being unplayable, etc.

I have experienced 3 bugs in total so far, only one of which actually hurt my gameplay, but it was minor and was easily gotten past. It was a bug that gave me the camera layout for an area too early, as it first required you to beat a mission. Because of this, I was unable to properly track the animatronics on the cameras. I died three times, but managed to survive the last as I found a way to do it without the cameras. Overall, not a huge problem and was easily gotten past with a bit of thinking.

Bugs do not mean a game is unplayable. Multiple players have gotten through the game completely, even with some minor bugs. Yes, there will be AI problems with collision and such, but that is how game programming works. So to those of you complaining about the AI being stuck on a door, I suggest you think about how hard it was for developers to even program the AI to track you through a diverse location in the first place.

Some other bugs to note are ones that can stunt gameplay completely. Such as a bug that causes the 3am recharge station to be inaccesible. I have also heard of bugs that have crashed the game on consoles or pc, but games will always have those problems. Even in popular games such as World of Warcraft, which has had thousands of players and development experience over the years, still runs into this type of bug.

I understand it is frustrating and annoying, but Steel Wool has already spoken and said they are working to fix these types of bugs and to optimize the game. You have to understand this will take time. Steel Wool is an indie company who has already had a lot of pressure on them since they began to make this game, and with the delay last year it only worsened for them. Not to mention we are nearing Christmas and these developers and such deserve time to spend with their families. Not listening to people bash the game they have spent 2+ years on.

So to those of you who have spent time complaining about the "gamebreaking" and "annoying" bugs that you yourself may not have even faced, please take this all into consideration. The game should not have been delayed again. Not only because its a function and fun game as is, but also because had it been delayed, you all would have thrown a fit. The game had been delayed 18 hours and people were in outrage because of it. Imagine what would've happened if it had been delayed longer to fix every bug in the game (which by the way isn't even statistically possible given most bugs are found until a large playerbase has played the game and found the bugs as each bug has a slim chance of occuring and would most likely not present during play-testing). No game has been released perfect, so bugs will continue to be found for quite some time.

I will say, if you haven't played the game for yourself, please do not come after me because you watched someone encounter bugs. Bugs will occur, and sometimes the bugs you see in videos were forced by the players (intentional or not). You yourself have no played the game and cannot say whether it is unplayable or not. I respect those who watch gameplay videos or don't have the ability to buy or play the game, hut understand theres a difference between seeing someone play, and actually playing.

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Now onto another topic of complaints. The story. I've seen many posts bashing the game for a lackluster story that doesn't make sense to players or that there is little to no story at all.

I argue against this. Obviously.

As a long time fan of the franchise I have heavily enjoyed this game and its story. The game doesn't force the plot in your face like many other games might. It allows a gameplay experience in which you can choose to either a. pay attention and dig for more info or b. play the game and give only minor or no concern to any plot.

No, you do not have to have read every single book or watched every single Game Theory video to understand this franchise. From day 1, this franchise has prided itself on gameplay first, story second. But to those of us in the community who have actively dug for the story and followed it, this game makes sense.

To find the story you have to get different collectibles, messages, and find references throughout the game. From the old posters of Fazbears Family Diner, the inclusion of certain animatronics, to even as far as design choices, this game has a concrete place in the FNAF story.

The problem is that a shocking small amount of players actually look and acknowledge certain aspects.

There are 6 different endings, with 1 being locked being a hard mode. This itself is not shocking as many story elements have been locked behind a more difficult area of gameplay (ie. Sister Location Ennard fight ending, UCN 50/20 mode, even as far as to include the different minigames present in Fnaf 2 and Fnaf 3). Many players could play 1 ending and call it quits. But I've noticed a lot of people complaining they simply don't make sense or are too happy cheery to be right. And that is a key problem. Some endings are meant to be 'gag' endings that make no sense, while others are heavily linked to the story itself. Sadly, it seems few people have realized this and have taken everything at face-value. And yes, I understand not every player can do the hard mode (I can't even do it myself), but that's why we are meant to work as a community and figure stuff out together.

Some story elements are also locked behind secret areas only accessible at end-game. But if you are to truly look at these areas and their contents, you'll find a lot of story that many have complained was left out (ie. Vanessa backstory).

To those of you complaining about things being removed that were shown in trailers, or accusing Steel Wool of changing the story midway through development, please think. Some aspects from trailers aren't in the game yes, but thats not odd for a game. Some dialogue only serves purpose to engage people into playing the game (ie. Male voice [presumably Afton] at the start of one trailer speaking over the Vanny mask). This dialogue seems to serve only as an engagement tool and to give us as players an idea on the characters. I don't see a way this dialogue would have fit in any capacity no matter if they had changed something or not. It is simply not spoken in a way that could smoothly implemented into gameplay without disrupting the flow.

To those saying Vanessa was supposed to be sweet and caring because of dialogue presenting in one trailer. No. She was never set up to be a character that we as Gregory would trust. The dialogue in which she speaks of 'getting out together' and that the animatronics 'will never stop hunting you' serves only as an engagement and story tool. Vanessa is shown as a character we do not trust, even in the trailer, so those lines serve only for us to link to the story (which I believe I have figured out for the most part).

I will also note, to anyone complaining about a lack of Afton or Vanny presence, the main antagonist in the story is never fully present all the time. Even throughout the other games, we onyl saw Ennard at the end of Sister Location, and heck, we didn't even see Afton for the entirity of the first two games (unless you count the minigames). The Fnaf franchise has always kept secondary antagonists in more light than the primary antagonists, allowing them to pull the strings without being seen.

The FNAF franchise has never outright given its story to players and has always been about picking out the real truth from red herrings, as well as the clues in the game itself. It is a complex puzzle that requires time and effort to put together.

(P.S. To anyone claiming that Fnaf VR and forward are non-canon and should be treated as a separate entity because Steel Wool 'ruined' the story. Kindly leave this community. Steel Wool is an indie company who has poured their hearts into these games, working alongside Scott for it all. So everything you see has been approved by Scott as part of the story.)

So no, the game is not terrible from a gameplay perspective, and no, the game is not lacking in story.

For anyone struggling with the story in Security Breach, whether you have seen the secret stuff or not, feel free to message me. I can discuss how I believe it all fits together, just give me time to respond.

Sincerely,

A Fnaf fan who has been here since the start and is tired of people bashing this game

[coureirsix]

that last post made me insane so here is what I have for latinxchesters: john winchester, still the whitest man alive, went down to mexico city on a holiday and as a result encountered the loveliest woman at a bus stop. yes ma’m this is maria esther castillo, she has dark eyes, dark hair and john is the palest motherfucker alive next to her. john stays a while. a long while after that. when she gets pregnant with dean he makes the move completely down there. maria doesn’t wanna leave mx and he doesn’t think she should have to. john gets a job as a mechanic down there, learns a better broken spanish and maria, who already had a solid grasp on her english because that’s what they do in technical schools in mx, keeps her job as a secretary to some big business. dean is born and he’s named dean because mary had a friend who dated another white man named dean and she loved the name. mary’s father’s name is still samuel, so that fit for sam when he was born. 

john and maria got married in this BIG catholic celebration under god and everybody in the fucking barrio, novela style wedding because john researched what a good mexican marriage was and he found a bunch of novels and novelas on tv.

dean grew up watching el barrio sesamo and topo gigio all while still listening to led zeppelin and metallica. his mom would make him atole when it got cold and when he got stick one time, she tried using vicks but dean got fucking bronchitis so she’s sworn off of it. after that when dean got sick she’d make him sopita. 

dean grew up with a few christmases, a few posadas where he got to hit the pinata and he was the baby passed around several pairs of arms who were ready to call him cute and adorable and their güerito because as we know he was blonde as a baby. then sam was born and dean never made it to the next posada. 

dean was taught to pray the angel de la guardia every night before he went to bed and john catches him and sam in the act one day, both of them little and praying together and he drunkenly tells them they don’t need to do that shit anymore. it’s the first time dean feels the culture clash, but he’s a child so to him it feels more like embarrassment. john talks to them about maria in the same way. she becomes a saint in the metaphorical way and in the way sam grows up praying the ave maria before he goes to bed whenever he feels he’s done something wrong.

dean and sam's first language is spanish and remains as such because it’s the language mary spoke to dean and the language he taught sam. when john takes them back to the states dean KEEPS the language because it’s what he uses to communicate with sam and as he gets older and he realizes he’s not home anymore, he doesn’t have his mom anymore, the language is really all he has left. so it’s a ten year old dean winchester, hair dark, eyes a dark shade of hazel green, tan skin going, “esquenoentiendesquesamsesientemal--” and john just. snaps at dean to speak to him in english because dean speaks too quickly and john can’t keep up. it’s when john begins dumping them at tio bobby’s house. 

dean, in his mostly still broken english, because he doesn’t go to schoooooool, goes up to bobby and says, “i can have... eh,” and he can’t remember the english word for juice and bobby gives this little brown kid a smile and goes, “whatcha need kiddo? agua? soda? jugo?” because bobby knows SOME spanish and dean’s eyes light up and he goes, “si! tantito jugo.”

and bobby notes how this is. overly important to dean as he gets a little older and comes to know him more so when dean is like. maybe 6 or 7 he takes dean into the kitchen, lifts him up in his arms and points to a pot and goes, “como se llama?” and dean gives him this silly look and goes, “olla.” and bobby picks up a fork and goes, “esto?” and dean goes, “tenedor.” and it becomes a game for them, it helps bobby’s spanish and it lets dean keep the language. sam joins in on the game when he’s old enough to. bobby asks about mexico and dean tells him what he remembers. he likes talking about the posadas because everyone was extra nice to him and gave him tonnes of food. 

one day john dumps them at bobby’s for christmas and bobby has bought, a whole chicken and mashed potatoes, some pie, and some frozen tamales for them and its the happiest day dean spends that year. dean tries to explain champurrado to bobby but he ends up just making chocolate milk for them. 

by the time they’re old enough to start school they still dont know much english and have to go through the process of showing up at a school with the name Winchester and have the white kids laugh at them because they don’t know english. dean gets by because theyre never there for long, he looks the way he does and all the girls think he’s so exotic and sam gets bullied relentlessly and he ends up screaming spanish obscenities at a bunch of kids more often than not. that is, until they get shacked up in a place like new york, or los angeles or houston. where sam gets approached by a ragtag bunch of kids browner than he is who know less english than he does. dean picks up english a little better than sam, and both of them eventually grow to be fluent but it never is the fluidity of a native speaker u know, they both have accents when they speak. 

so when stanford comes along sam is as usual ready to get the fuck out of there because the MACHISMO on john winchester doesnt change but dean buys into it even further. i wont go into the details of abuse when latinx but it’s nasty and even more complicated than it already is. dean and sam don’t get into fist fights. ever. because you just don’t do that when you’re family. and so when john tries to shove sam back and sam fights back that’s dean’s breaking point and he lets sam go. dean doesn’t necessarily agree with john but there are lines you don’t cross. dean still feels abandoned, he still feels resentment, but sam crossed a line. it takes him a while to unlearn that. 

and down the road, when sam gets slammed onto the ground that fateful night and dean looks down at him with the shit eating grin the first thing sam says to dean, annoyed, angry that his older brother is here is, “no mames.”  and its the first thing sam has said in spanish in like, the entire time he’s been at stanford. 

[mcheang]

Volpina vs Old Lady

Anybody recognize her? 😂

After a disappointing vacation to Africa, Nana decided to visit Paris instead. There were less bad kitties there.

Plagg suddenly sneezed. Adrien felt a chill down his spine and raised the aircon temperature.

Nana liked Paris. The culture and friendly Parisians were charming, she was even getting addicted to the goodies at the Dupain-Cheng patisserie. She decided to visit there every day to try a new treat.

Marinette was such a darling girl that she even gave Nana a homemade Christmas present for being such a regular customer.

The only thing annoying Nana were the frequent akumas and that bad black kitty.

Not that the akumas ever attacked her. They just disrupted her holiday itinerary. And she is not impressed by a flirty kitty distracting a serious heroine.

One day, nearing Christmas, Nana had just neared the patisserie to give Marinette one of her handmade scarves. They both love to bond about the joys of knitting. When she saw a girl in ugly orange play a flute, before suddenly turning into Marinette, but with an evil smile.

Ugh. Another akuma. But this one trying to frame Marinette? Unacceptable.

As Volpina started wrecking the bakery (the real Marinette was outside giving gifts to the homeless and orphanages), Nana suddenly came in and said, “Bad akuma!”

To Volpina’s surprise, the little old lady whacked her in the head with a surprisingly heavy purse, breaking her illusion in a puff of orange smoke.

Nana: framing a sweet girl on Christmas Eve? Unforgivable! Take that! And that!

Basically Nana gives Volpina a major beat down.

Tom: Nana, stop, she’s just a girl!

Nana: she’s an akuma with a magical suit.

Tom: true...but still...

Nana: she framed your daughter

Tom: she’s not worth it

Nana: she still deserves a good smack. In my day, we would have used a cane.

I think a cane would be preferable to her purse...

Volpina: Hawkmoth, help!

The akuma left Lila alone. Nana had to stop now. But Lila was still bruised without a miraculous cure.

Lila: what is wrong with you? How could you hurt me?

Nana: how could you frame Marinette? Such a sweet girl, giving gifts to the poor.

Lila: she’s a bully

Nana: ha! As if! I know bullies, and Marinette is definitely not one. You seem like the type.

Lila: I am not! I help Prince Ali with his charities.

Nana: never heard of him. But if you yourself claim to be innocent, why the desire for revenge, huh?

Lila: it was Hawkmoth!

Nana: he only persuades you to do what you already want to do!

Lila: no, I-

Nana smacked Lila on the face again. “And that’s for still trying to frame Marinette on Christmas Eve!”

Lila burst into tears and ran away, terrified of the old lady. It’s not like she can turn people on an elderly lady...especially when they also seem either awed or petrified of her.

Hawkmoth felt Volpina’s pain and wondered what would happen if he akumatized the old lady...maybe another day...he called back his akuma.

Nathalie looked up when Gabriel left his lair. “No new akuma? What happened to Miss Rossi’s petty jealous tantrum?”

Gabriel: she got beat up by an old lady

Nathalie: I wish I could have seen it

Gabriel: I’m pretty sure I saw a customer filming it.

Nathalie: do you think Lila’s resulting embarrassment will be worth an akuma?

Gabriel:...you just want to watch her get beat up again, don’t you?

Nathalie: I’m the one who has to spend more time with her at photoshoots. The brat is insufferable and exhausting. And she never shuts up! If she’s not bragging, she’s whining.

Gabriel: mmm....consider it an extra Christmas present then.

True to form, the video of Nana beating up Volpina before calling out Lila for wanting to frame Marinette got a million hits within ten minutes. Lila’s accusations about Marinette being a bully are in direct contrast to her public actions giving free presents and food. Nana’s remark about how Hawkmoth only encouraged her inner desires also struck home. Lila wanted to hurt Marinette. If she were really a victim, she would want justice/revenge and truth, not framework. That’s not how previous bullied-victims-turned-akumas had done. Stoneheart and Evillustrator sought revenge, not framing. Lady Wifi and Silencer sought truth.

Confronted by all the negative comments, Lila is transformed back into Volpina to frame Nana as a wacko old lady.

She returns to the patisserie with her new disguise and wrecks the shop, insulting Marinette’s family in the process.

Marinette correctly suspects this is a vengeful Volpina rather than the real Nana, who mentioned she would be on a museum tour.

Nana learns of the imposter and asks her fellow tour groupées to help clear her name. They all post her true whereabouts and declare her innocence.

Chat Noir is alarmed at this and runs to the museum to protect Nana because obviously Volpina will be after her.

To everyone’s surprise, Nana is not welcoming towards the hero offering her a lift to safety. Instead he is the next one to receive a purse in the face.

Nana: bad kitty! Didn’t your parents teach you to treat your elders with respect? Learn to ask for permission before carrying me around like a bride across the city! And you think an old lady can’t take care of herself? Give us more credit! Don’t assume we are all fragile and vulnerable. I can take care of myself!

Ladybug arrives.

Ladybug: Nana! Oh, I’m so glad you’re alright. Um...why are you hitting Chat Noir with a ruler?

Nana: this bad kitty needs to learn manners.

Ladybug: Chat, say you’re sorry. But Nana, we can’t ask you to fight in this battle for us. It’s our job to take care of you. Which is a shame because you are really good at kicking akuma butt.

Nana patted Ladybug’s cheek. “Such a sweet girl. Don’t worry. I can check out the gift store and hide in there. But that faker will probably find me there. Why not use me as bait?”

Rena shows up. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Rena plays her flute and transforms into Nana.

Nana hummed, eyeing her doppleganger. “Not bad.”

Volpina does show up, intent on proving she can take on an old lady. Come on, she has agility, she should have some strength too.

Only Nana turns out to be an angry Rena.

When Lila is deakumatized, both Rena and Nana tear into her for lying and framing an old lady. And yes, the matter is clear that Lila and Ladybug are not best friends at all.

There are videos of this, of course. And some commenters join the cause to unravel Lila’s outrageous lies, helpfully told by their classmates.

It is enough to gather the attention of the embassy. Mrs Rossi is ashamed of her daughter and agrees to send her back home because clearly she will be very negative in this city for a while now.

Not that home is any better since her videos have gone viral all around the world.

Lila is sentenced to homeschooling where she is safe. But to prevent her from learning of her own infamy, all electronics are confiscated. Lila herself knows any dreams of fame and riches are now dashed unless she wants to turn to crime.

She will have to undergo a major physical transformation and get a new name if she wants to re-enter society....after she is cleared by her psychiatrist that is...

Back in Paris, Chat wonders why the old lady seems to hate him. Then he finds a news article about her beating up a lion.

Plagg: she hates cats in general. Lucky us.

[kokichixreaderthings]

Kokichi and his s/o during Christmas??

Kokichi and his s/o during Christmas! <3

yes!! posting this when christmas day is a few hours away for me!!💚❤️i hope everyone who celebrates has a wonderful christmas!!!✨✨✨

christmas is kinda fun for kokichi!

his favorite part is how over the top he can be with it!!

like for example, he really likes the whole extravagant part of decorating

he’s the supreme leader after all!!

there’s no way he could just hang up just a few decorations at D.I.C.E. headquarters

no, the whole place is fully decorated

like fully, fully decorated

mistletoe at every single doorway, lights on every wall, christmas trees in every room, a life sized rudolph the reindeer-

and he did it all himself too! as the supreme leader of D.I.C.E. he appoints it as his responsibility

when he shows you, its pretty surprising that there was so much effort put in

“sooooo, my beloved, what do you think?” 

he has such a huge grin on his face, he’s so proud of his own excessive decorating-

it’s so cute, make sure to compliment him!!

he’d never genuinely tell you that he actually wants compliments though

and if you want him to decorate your room too, he’ll totally do it!

“of course y/n! buuuut you’ll have to pay me a preeettty big price...lots and lots of cuddles, okay? nishishi!”

and he’s also definitely the type to play christmas music wayyyyyy too early

just to annoy people!

like it turns september 1 and he starts playing music because...

“heyyyy i’m just getting ready for the christmas season!! i need tons of time to prepare for the preparation of the season!”

that’s your boyfriend, the one that starts celebrating christmas in september :)

also as mentioned, he likes putting mistletoes in a lot of places....

he really hopes you’ll end up under one of them with him

like yeaaa he can kiss you at any time he wants because you two are dating but...

it’s wayy more fun under a mistletoe!!

he loves having an excuse to kiss you and he loves teasing you too!

“nishishi! i guess we have to kiss now! it’s the law to kiss under a mistletoe y’know?”

it’s usually just quick kisses but sometimes if you two are alone, the kisses are longer and more passionate

“i..really do love kissing you, beloved. and that’s not a lie.”

and on Christmas day, he hangs a mistletoe over you two as soon as he sees you!

“ooh, looks like you gotta kiss me again!”

and he wants you to be with D.I.C.E. during Christmas!

D.I.C.E. means a lot to him and you mean a lot to him so of course he wants you to come!

“pweety pwease spend Christmas with me? it’ll be sooooo fun!!”

but if you have to visit your family and stuff, he’s okay with that, he just wants to see you eventually!

…it doesn’t mean he won’t be texting you constantly over exaggerating how much he misses you

“*y/n christmas isn’t fun without youuu!!! :( :(*”

and of course, if you have any issues with your family he’ll be texting you the whole time and telling you how wonderful you you are!!

“*y/n you’re wayyyyy better than your loser family!!! you’re the supreme leader’s significant other !! and you’re sooooo beautiful tooo!!!!! 💜💜💜💜*”

and when you finally show up to D.I.C.E.’s celebration he’s so excited to see you!!

he can’t lie about the way his eyes light up when you walk in

“y/n!!!! i missed you so much!!! i almost died without you y’know?”

and as soon you show up, you’re basically treated as his king/queen (whichever you prefer) !

D.I.C.E.’s celebrations are pretty big, with loud music and games and stuff like that!

but if you have an issue with so much intensity, he’d definitely tone it down for when you came

he wants you to be comfortable and have this be a good christmas for you!!

and other than him getting into the whole holiday spirit and being a little annoying with it he really likes being soft with you as well

holiday seasons are times to be meaningful and stuff...

when D.I.C.E. isn’t looking, he kisses your cheek and holds your hand and just does sappy stuff like that

he wants to be soft and sappy with you without anyone watching <3

like with presents! 

he doesn’t want to give you a heartfelt gift in front of people!

not even D.I.C.E.!

so he waits until you two are alone and cuddling

which btw his cuddles with you when the whole day is over are the best

he’s tired from all the festivities and being so loud and extra all the time, so he just softly lays with you and plays with your hair

he trusts you at this point so he’s okay with being soft and vulnerable a bit

lots of soft kisses and stuff

as for what present he gets you…

it depends on what you like!

he really will spend a lot of time on it and look for what you might want

and he doesn’t just get you one present, he gets you a lot!

he also probably gets you some sort of sappy couple thing where you two can match shirts or something

you just mean a lot to him and you make him really happy, he wants you to know that!!

“*mwah* merry christmas, my beloved!”

he just really loves you a lot and he’s happy to spend the Christmas season with you💜

thank you so so much for reading!! always remember kokichi ouma loves you!!!!!!💜💜💜💜💜

[ktheist]

girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,��� you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

[jostystyles]

ghostyjosty’s 2.2k writing challenge!

wow! thank you so much for 2.2k! it’s been such a wild ride and i’m so grateful for each and everyone of you! instead of a usual sleepover, I decided to celebrate this time around with a writing challenge! as much as i love writing, i love reading fic just as much. and what better way to kick off the holiday season with a holiday theme?

fic masterlist

rules:

pick up to 2 prompts/and or scenarios. i’m limiting these to 2 writers per prompt, so pick your favorites and make sure to check what’s taken! after that, write whatever your heart desires. canon, au, whatever you please!

send me an ask with what prompts you’d like, and who you’re writing for.

when your fic is done, tag me so I can add it to the master post!

there’s no word limit, write as much as you can! just be sure to mark it properly to avoid longposting.

i’m including holiday themed prompts, but by no means do you have to stay within that! you can stick with a regular theme if you wish.

tag your fics properly with warnings/triggers/tags etc

fics will be due on january 1st, 2022! I understand how busy this time is between finals and holidays so send them in before this date when you can!

fandoms:

nhl:

this is pretty much open to any player, im always looking for new people to read for. obviously, no players with controversy surroundings are allowed. if you request someone i have an issue with ill message you and ask you to change it!

outer banks:

jj maybank

john b routledge

pope heyward

sarah cameron

rafe cameron

kiara carrera

topper thornton

rudy pankow

drew starkey

prompts:

all from @creativepromptsforwriting

cold hands in warm hands

@jarmorie & nolan patrick

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

@princessphilly & jamie oleksiak

grabbing hand to show them something

holding hands while skating

@rosesvioletshardy & tyson jost

@sebbyaho & sebastian aho

smiling while kissing

@/fallinallincurls & mat barzal

passionate kisses

jaw kisses

"Is it ok if I kiss you?" "I would like that very much."

@sorryjustafangirl & bowen byram

“I've never thought I could fall in love with someone like you." “Because I'm a man?" “No, because I never liked your dog."

"I knew I would love kissing you, but it this was..." "Even better than the dream?" "Yes."

one gives the other a kiss on the cheek and the other one suddenly turns their head

“However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

@fallinallincurls & nathan mackinnon

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”

@mattyanonwrites & cale makar

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship, but I just had to tell you.”

@/mattyanonwrites & cale makar

@tangercrosbyschultzfan25887 & chase elliot

scenarios:

also from @creativepromptsforwriting

Later they would say it was love at first sight, but both knew it was a long road they had to take to get here.

@tonyspep & jt compher

It was so typical. She couldn’t just go through life hating everyone. No, she had to fall in love with the most annoying guy, 10 things I hate about you style.

@/tonyspep @ erik johnson

It’s nice to see my whole family again but it would be even better if everyone stopped asking me if I’m in a relationship with my friend I brought with me.

@jackydrury & andrei svechnikov

@laurenairay & miro heiskanen

It’s still three weeks till Christmas but you’re already annoying me with your ugly sweaters, the bright lights and the songs you’re always humming. So please go away - but leave the cookies!

@calgarycanuck & tyson jost

You’re not a Christian and never celebrated the holidays, so I take you home with me to show you how I love to do Christmas.

@ilyasorokinn & elias petterson

We want to get a Christmas tree together but we have very different opinions on how the perfect Christmas tree looks.

We’re telling our children about our catastrophic first Christmas together.

@/tangercrosbyschultzfan25887 & kris letang

@teelagurl558 & jj maybank

It's the morning after a wild New Year's Eve party and there are quite a few regrets.

@starshine-hockey-girl & tyler seguin

5 times Person A woke up without Person B and one time they woke up together.

@nugnthopkns & ryan graves

5 times Person A thought they were in a relationship with Person B and one time Person B finally catches on that their own pining is definitely not unrequited.

5 times they told each other they would hate them and one time they finally told each other the truth.

@lam-ila & matthew tkachuck

Person A needs a partner for an upcoming event and it’s a spur of the moment decision, but they ask their friend with benefits to go with them.

@glitterandpankow & rudy pankow

@/teelagurl558 & jj maybank

Person A is leading Person B on a wild scavenger hunt to all the places that mean something to them. At the end they propose.

@/rosesvioletshardy & tyson jost

After spending Hanukkah with the parents and then Christmas with the in-laws is a lot of fun and full of love, but it’s also nice to finally have some alone time as a couple.

@/princessphilly & josh anderson

💚❤️

[machhapuchchhre]

This is gonna be a long post, but it's a kind of internal check up as I have been feeling really confused about what happened the past 6 months.

I have made an appointment with a therapist for the 18th of July. In ten days. I liked her voice on the phone. I really can't wait to see her.

I notice that I'm being really anxious in my relationship with N at the moment. Anxious, sad and lonely. I get angry at him all the time, I miss him like crazy, I'm scared that he will grow tired of me and leave me.

I am being really impatient with people at work. I get annoyed more easily, I get defensive right away.

I am far less frustrated that I used to about climbing and being outside. But i miss walking. Simply walking without crutches. And I can't wait to go on long hikes on my own. I'm not a very social person at the moment, and all I want to do is go hiking away from human beings.

I miss my Mom. Some days the pain is unbearable. Sometimes N says does something that triggers my sadness or loneliness feeling and all I can do is cry for hours on the kitchen floor. I feel really fragile, and really unsteady.

I also noticed that I have a really distorted notion of time. I realized I have been with N for 7 months now, and I can't seem to remember what happened to us during this already long time. We met in December, I was moving in my new flat. I hurt my should during the move. He was climbing and ice climbing a lot at the time. I gave a few yoga classes in my living room during the winter. I went climbing in the sun in Montdauphin quite a lot, and started ice climbing too. We would see each other every nights for a month. We organized a day to help my Mom get the cabin with all my friends. I spent Christmas Eve with N's family and it was lovely. Then my Mom got worse and went back home. I spent New Year Eve with N, we went climbing with his friends, it felt perfect. We got Covid. I went back to work for a few weeks. He went away for his rope access training for a month, but we managed to see each other for two nights in the middle of it. I went back home to be with my Mom in the middle of February. It's kind of a blur. I took yoga classes, I went gym bouldering. A. was here. N spent 10 days with me as well and he gave me so much strength. We went shopping, I would take a yoga class and he would wait for me so we could have lunch together afterwards. We was worried about finding work with his new diploma. Then he went back home for ten days for ice climbing and I went absolutely insane on my own waiting for my mother to pass. He came back and he was with me at the hospital when she died. He was with me when I called the guy who would take her body. He sat with me under the rain after that. He was with me when I organized the funeral, when I chose her clothes, my clothes, when I wrote my speech and chose the pictures and the music. He was there every step of the way. He carried me put of the room after I nearly collapsed on the coffin at the end of the ceremony. He made me love that night to help me stop crying. He took me to the gym and coached me with C the day after. We went home three days later and I got really sick. But he went climbing once, and then he had to work a lot until the end of May. But we managed to escape for five days climbing in a spot we didn't know and it felt magical. We went to his Grand mother birthday, we went on easy walk around his house. I climbed at the gym with friends à lot, and outside. Started feeling stronger than ever bouldering. Then I went to Fontainebleau and I got injured. Went to the hospital. To C's parents in Grenoble. Back to the hospital. Back home. Pain, exhaustion, loneliness, frustration, medical appointments for weeks. Started training on the Beastmaker. Was really dependent on my friends, Dad and N for everything. Had an awful time beginning of June. Was awful with everyone around. Especially with N who was really upset about it. He was spending all his time here with me but we couldn't really enjoy it. U felt really disconnected from him i started physiotherapy. Then we had a day just the two of us, just for me. I spent an evening with an old friend I hadn't seen in years. Went on a gentle hike last week. I was able to drive this week for the first time. Last week end we had a really lovely time with N, and even though he pissed me off all week not giving me news, I noticed he tries to make some effort to plan things better and make me feel included. I would like more, but maybe I can compromise. I gave my first class on Wednesday, didn't go too bad but I was not satisfied. But it felt hard on my ankle.

Yesterday night i had a lovely massage by my friend L, and even though it's super expensive it was really worth it.

I am still beyond sad. But I'm standing. N and I we are learning to communicate a bit more. I think I understand a bit better his thought and feeling process. I am noticing when something triggers my anxiety and my grief, so I try to protect myself better.

It's such a long journey. And it's really hard. Sometimes I realize I need people to acknowledge my struggle and my victories more. N does it sometimes but I need more.

Because when I look back, I'm proud of what I have accomplished these past weeks. But everything still feels fragile.

[lozzypoz321]

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in so long!!! But I am quite surprised that my current 200 followers (wow) haven’t unfollowed by now but this is my 200 celebration fic even though I’m a bit late- also I’m sorry if this sucks I just haven’t written in ages! Please bare with me! Kindly proofread by @canadianhufflepuffavenger 💗

Warnings: angst, past break up

Your real dad

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Steve tightened his grip around your draw-string bag that he had convinced you to part ways with, as you, him and your mother made your way into the tower. He was dreading the reunion with Bucky after not seeing the team for about 2 weeks. You were practically bouncing on your feet to see your real dad. While Steve was there watching you treat your dad like a hero but not even spare him a glance.

Your family relationship was complicated yet simple at the same time: you hated your mom but tolerated her, loved your dad with all your heart, hated your stepdad as much as he tried, treated Peter like your brother and Thor exactly like your uncle.

Why did you hate your stepdad so much?

Well, first of all, he pretended like he was your real dad and tried to do all of the things with you that you and Bucky did together. Second, he always stole all your moms attention and made you feel like you were alone (whether he meant it or not)

The elevator door dinged, indicating that the three of you had reached your floor where currently Bucky, Thor, Tony, Natasha and Sam were hanging out, waiting for your “family”. The others were in the kitchen, trying to get a sneak taste of the food that had been ordered.

“Dad!” You yelled and raced up to the super soldier, he broke out into a grin and picked you up off the ground to invade you into a bone-breakinghug. “Hiya doll face.”

You grinned back at him and got down from his arms briefly to run across the room to retrieve your drawstring back so you could show your dad your new spiderman action figure that had been bought by your cousin Peter.

“Look! Look!”

He smirked slightly at your excited demeanour as you held up the toy as high as you could while jumping up and down for him to see. Once he’d figured out who the character was, you had already gone running off to see what Wanda and Vision had baked in one of the many kitchens.

“Hey Buck” Steve acknowledged as friendly as he could, it wasn’t that the two ‘friends’ hated each other, but there was definitely some tension in the room as the two sat parallel. Tony cleared his throat and mentioned something about having a cough as he quickly left the room.

“I better see where he got off to” Natasha and your mother said at exactly the same time, not wanting to experience what they thought was about to go down.

“Hi Steve” the older soldier greeted back, not sure what the intentions of the conversation were exactly. In the tower, the history between both soldiers and your mother was known but not really spoke of- Bucky dated your mother for quite a while (almost four entire years), and got her pregnant with you, but- as everybody was sure to know- all good things must come to an end- and the two broke up on good terms. That was before Steve Rogers himself got involved at a certain billionaire’s party when they realized they were (and this is in your mother's words) “meant for each other.”

“I’m erm, here to speak to you about something.” As if the awkwardness present in the room was no longer enough before, by now it was almost too much. Thor and Sam took the most obvious hint and left the room in search of something else to occupy their time.

“Well, you’re free to speak-“ Bucky was interrupted by the loud sound of laughing from behind the wooden door and almost instantly after a hushing sound. The two men had completely different reactions to this, Steve was utmostly confused, both eyebrows scrunching together, while Bucky’s face held a small smile. He knew exactly who was trying to eavesdrop and it just proved how much Steve did not know his stepdaughter from the fact he didn’t immediately know. “(Y/N),” he called out, the humour evident in his voice, “Parker, we know you're out there.”

“Awww, Peter you gave our secret identities up!”

By now Steve had caught on to the two of you and laughed lightly, trying to cover up the fact that his only chance to ask Bucky his question alone, was interrupted.

The wooden door creaked open, revealing Peter, dressed up in his spiderman suit for dramatic effect and you with a bandana on, which you thought made you look like a ninja and you held your action figure tightly in your left hand.

“(Y/N), you know it’s rude to eavesdrop” Steve scolded you, trying to be firm. You ignored him and shrugged your shoulders before going to follow the scent of Chinese food.

“Doll,” your dad stopped you “don’t ignore people, you know not to do that” he stood up from his spot on the sofa and began to also make his way to the kitchen, you right beside him muttering a small “okay dad.”

Steve tried not to let his heart sink as his best friend walked away. He would just have to try and get Bucky alone at another point in the night. If he didn’t get an answer, then he would have no use for the small box that was sitting in his trouser pocket.

“Bonjour,” Clint greeted the two of you as you both arrived for food, the island set up with enough plastic plates for everyone (Tony couldn’t be bothered with hiring people to wash normal, expensive ones multiple times a day)

Your mother smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen, but she was immediately confused when you didn’t smile back. The reason you had not, is because you had a feeling you knew exactly what question your stepdad had for Bucky and did not at all like the sound of it.

“Fries?” Bruce offered, tilting the box of food towards you. You nodded gratefully and grabbed a handful. The conversations at the table were mixed; Thor ranting passionately about the food at his home planet, Tony mumbling something about not even being hungry anyway (you thought he was just being salty since he didn’t get his Shawarma), Bucky and Sam having a silent argument across the table, and Peter was busy singing Christmas songs in his best Santa Claus voice.

“Have a holly jolly Christmas, and in case you didn’t seeeee” Natasha rolled her eyes dramatically at the teenager making everyone laugh.

“Hey don’t get annoyed at me! Everyone loves Christmas!”

You used to love Christmas before your parents separated and you weren’t allowed to spend the holiday with your dad.

“I don’t like Christmas,” your dad shrugged half mindedly while taking a sip of his soda. Peter looked at him like he had two heads and exclaimed in shock, “that impossible!”

“It ain’t kid,” Bucky chuckled while your mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably, realizing the reasoning.

While you worked your way through the pile of noodles, Thor’s incessant ranting came to an end, and the teenager had seemingly run out of songs, the group of superheroes decided to hang out in the living room and watch a movie before you, Steve and your mother had to go home.

“Which one?” Nat asked the room while holding up two movies, the nightmare before Christmas and the corpse bride. Both Halloween movies, neither particularly scary.

“How could one have a nightmare on the day before Christmas? Surely that is against the rules of the Holiday Christmas, that is based on happiness?” Thor asked, earning a quizzical look from you. “Stop tryna act like Shakespeare big man” Tony laughed while grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it all into his mouth.

Steve ignored the billionaire, and while no one seemed to be paying attention he directed his attention to Bucky, swallowing nervously. “Hey Buck, can I speak to you for a sec outside?”

Confusion spread over the soldier’s face for a split second before complying and getting up from the couch with Steve as discreetly as possible as to not raise suspicion from the rest of the team and you.

“What’s up?” He asked once they’d reached the hallway outside, he didn’t know what was up with the younger man but he could easily tell that he’d been acting nervous around himself and your mom.

“Um, I have a question, you don’t have to say yes or no or anything-“

“Your ranting.”

He stopped and thought for a second, wondering how to put it. “I know it’s been complicated recently, and I know this might make it worse with all your history with (Y/M/N) and (Y/N) but I really do love both of them and since (Y/M/N)’s parents passed a while ago, there’s no one to really ask for their blessing so I guess I’m here to ask you, can I have your blessing to propose to (Y/M/N)?”

Bucky stood emotionless for a second, not knowing how to react. He wasn’t sure whether to be happy for Steve and support him or to be angry. He had both reasonable attributes for each option but was cut short when he heard the sound of a door banging against its hinges on the floor above.

Both of your dad’s eyebrows scrunched together, who was that? Everyone in the tower knew not to do it because Tony despised it, and everyone with a brain knew that when Tony got annoyed, bad things happened.

Then almost instantly after the door entering the living room revealing an awkward Loki “I’m sorry to interrupt this conversation but your daughter slash stepdaughter, just ran upstairs in tears so if you could quickly wrap this little moment up, it would be greatly appreciated”

Bucky’s heart stopped, why were you crying?

He and Steve completely forgot about their previous conversation and quickly headed upstairs, nearly running Peter over in the process coming from the toilet. But just as they reached the door where you normally stayed when you came for sleepovers, Bucky stopped and put a finger to his lips.

“I think I should go in.” Instead of arguing, and saying that it would be good ‘bonding time’ to get you to like him, Steve silently agreed and let your dad go in.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he gently closed the door behind himself, instantly catching sight of you sat on the carpeted floor, furiously wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he took ahold of both of your wrists and set them down on your lap, “why’re you crying doll?”

Tears continued to stream unapologetically down your cheeks, you didn’t know how to tell him. That you had snuck out of the living room to see where the two had gone and then eavesdropped into their conversation, and once hearing your stepdad (who you did not like at all) was going to become a permanent part of your life, ran off crying.

“I don’t wanna talk about it” you shook your head, making him sigh. “Please tell me, I wanna know why. You trust me right (Y/N)?”

The simple nod was all he needed, yet his heart still ached. Seeing his only daughter in tears and didn’t trust him enough to tell him why? It was heartbreaking for him. “I don’t want him to marry mom,” you quietly admitted, “the only reason I’m still allowed to see you is because she thinks I still need a father figure, so now he’s gonna be here forever I won’t be- I won’t be able to see you anymore.”

He sighed deeply, trying to find a way to comfort you. “You will, I promise. I’ll always be apart of your life doll. No one can ever take you away from me because you're my daughter and I love you so so much, m’kay?”

You sniffled and wiped the final tears from your cheeks. “Okay.”

Before you could both get up and return downstairs to finish the movie, Bucky stopped you and lifted you up to whisper something to you.

Once he had finished you pulled back and nodded hesitantly, realizing that you should put your grudge behind you and face a fear.

Your dad and you returned outside, Steve waiting patiently while resting on the wall, gently smiling at you to make sure you were okay.

“Go on doll,” Bucky quietly urged, making you take a deep breath and just go for it.

“I give you my blessing to marry mom.” Steve’s heart skipped multiple beats as his brain tried to process what you had said. You’d finally accepted him into your life?

He broke out into a grin, trying to form words to thank you without seeming like this meant the absolute world to him. “Thank you (Y/N). I appreciate it so much.”

Bucky was proud of you for taking a leap and letting Steve into your life when you were scared. He realized at that moment that even if you did have a dad and a stepdad at the same time, he’d fulfilled his role already.

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