#it's a little embarrassing albeit endearing to actually read back on all of my younger unfiltered thoughts though

[payasitas]

took 30pts of psychic damage today in visiting my old online stomping grounds

[craptsukii]

genshin boys and terms of endearment they'd use

a/n: this is my first time writing headcanons and ngl i found them quite difficult to format :( i’m liking this style for now, but things might change later on teehee anyway, lemon cake update next week, i promise!

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let’s get something out of the way first

diluc is not a jerk

sure, he might have tsundere tendencies but he’s definitely not as cold as people make him seem

in my opinion anyway

i like to call him a classy, but also a very private, softie

i can totally see him as someone who’d use terms such as darling, love, doll

a major factor here is the time and place

in public, he tries to seem more indifferent and will most likely refer to you by your name

however, in a more private setting, he has no inhibitions and actually prefers using nicknames!

I feel like diluc would want to really reassure their partner he truly cares about them, but in a direct yet indirect way

and calling you sweet things seems to get the message across.

listen to this while reading!

If only time could pass faster. Who knew waiting could be such an agonising activity? Such a simple but repetitive thing. Waiting for your cake to finish baking, waiting for the morning to arrive and even waiting for your lover to come home turned out to be much more of a challenge. It wasn’t unusual for Diluc to spend hours on end at Angel’s Share, but it was rather odd of him to break his promises.

A sad smile took over your features, remembering last night. Remembering his words, so sweet and benign, promising to dedicate you all of him and his time. His crimson red eyes, full of love and admiration for the person he held so dearly to his heart. His voice, so demure and nothing but a soft whisper, as if raising it would ruin the moment. The moment he shared with you in a little dark corner of Mondstadt, away from curious eyes and sharp ears. The moment he so desperately wanted to hold onto. Yet, the darknight hero was nowhere to be found.

By the time he finally arrived, your eyes were already closing. It was a gloved hand that pulled you out of your somnolent state. Yet again those same red eyes were looking into yours with the same devotion, if not stronger than the night he made his promise.

“Forgive me, love,” he pleaded in a shushed tone, “Kaeya came in and started causing a commotion and I couldn’t just leave.” he continued, his thumb brushing over your cheek delicately.

Too tired to say anything, you placed your hand over his, silently asking him to join you in bed. You had all the time in the world to discuss tomorrow... Hopefully. After discarding his black coat on one of the chairs and taking off his shoes, Diluc plopped in your shared bed, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. Soon his arms were around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. His smell reminded you of grapes and it completely enveloped you as you nestled into him.

“If only I could turn back time…” Diluc murmured to himself, kissing the top of your head. “Nothing will come in between us and our time together tomorrow. I promise you, darling.”

Turns out that, in the end, he does keep his promises.

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listen to this while reading!

my very polite baby

like sure, he’s straightforward

but he be treating everyone with respect

you might be wondering why that matters

well that's because i think xiao would see it as a little rude to not refer to someone important to him by their name

names play a major part in xiao’s past

with rex lapis re-naming him after taking him under his wing and such

so, in my opinion, xiao finds calling out your name way more meaningful than nicknames

although if he were to use one it would probably be dear

it’s short and he can still address you as “dear (name)”

it does sound quite formal at times though

Moments like this were rare. Usually, sleep doesn’t concern your lover in the slightest, as it rarely comes to him. Although you couldn’t help but admit how much you loved it when he did come and sleep. Cuddled up next to you was the vigilant yaksha, the well known protector of Liyue. And dare you say, it was truly a divine sight. In the wash of the morning light, his face took the appearance of an old photograph, so nostalgic, so at peace. Slowly, one of your hands brushed past his face, placing the few rebel aquamarine strands that were cascading down his cheek behind his ear. For a moment, you find yourself in perfect silence, Xiao’s soft breaths being the only sounds that could be discerned. Without realising, you started softly rubbing his back, your heart leaping at the content purr that followed shortly after.

It was almost impossible to put into words the joy this brought you. Although it was such a simple, mundane thing, seeing Xiao so at ease was by far your favourite memory with him. The more you studied his features the more your sight fell upon his lips. The sudden urge to kiss him overwhelmed you, wanting nothing more than to cherish and show your lover the affection he deserves.

If only the sudden chirping of birds didn’t scare you, barely a few inches away from his face.

Curse those birds and their awful timing! And so, you backed away, laughing to yourself in self-consciousness, thankful that no one was aware of your little mishap.

Or so you thought.

You felt your face get warmer the moment you saw Xiao looking at you, drowsiness still coating his eyes. Yet again, for another short moment, no sound could be heard.

“____ my dear” he said, his voice deep and hoarse, snaking his arms around you as he brought you closer to him, “if you won’t do it, I will.” it was then the flush across his cheeks became apparent to you. Shame you didn’t have time to savour it, his lips immediately finding yours in a sweet, dream like kiss.

Moments like this were truly worth treasuring.

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in contrast with xiao, childe loves calling you cute nicknames

in fact, he barely uses your name!

sometimes he likes to tease you and pretend he forgot your actual name

of course that’s not true,he could never do such a thing

I can totally see him use pet names such as comrade, girlie, cutie, shawty, sweetness, princess/prince, baby

ok i know shawty is kind of random, but i think he’d use kind of ironically?

I think he’d also use big sister/brother just to tease you, even if you’re younger than him

he heard teucer refer to you as such one time and it honestly melted his heart a little bit

as a side note, seeing his siblings get along you makes him genuinely happy.

listen to this while reading!

Spring was such a beautiful time. Especially in Liyue. Especially on a date with the one and only Childe, eleventh of the Fatui harbingers. For someone with such a fearsome title and reputation, it wowed you to no end just how charming, just plain adorable, Tartaglia can be. Albeit, it was only your second date, it was expected of him to at least try to be nice.

And on time.

As you waited, under that beautiful sky, a hue so gentle between cloud and baby blue, you watched each bird upon wing. It was one of those spring days with a kiss of coldness that somehow heightened the warm rays of the sun. You paused to admire the flowers, to sense their aromas, to be in the moment with their transient beauty.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” asked Childe from behind you, a shy, perhaps slightly embarrassed, smile painted on his lips. “Sorry I’m late, I really overestimated my juniors’ capabilities and I had to step in.” he continued, gingerly taking hold of your hand, kissing the back of it.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his gentlemanly antics, although you enjoyed them nonetheless. “Don’t worry about it, you’re here now.” you reassured him, as you took a hold of his hand, already leading him towards nowhere in particular.

Another thing you liked about him. Things were so casual, so easy-going. One might call this date nothing but a hangout, but not every date has to be a luxurious five star dinner or a fancy show. Sometimes just a simple walk along the Liyue port was enough. Enough for you to get to know Childe, enough for you to like him even more.

Suddenly, Tartaglia was in front of you, his hands lightly taking hold of your face.

“Hold on cutie, there’s something on your face,” he answered your silent question, seeing as you looked a little confused. The next thing you knew, his lips descended upon yours. It was a sudden but very much welcomed kiss. A kiss that unfortunately ended just as abruptly, “it was me.”

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favourite peepaw

also prefers using your name rather than nicknames

but he’s not completely against them

he finds them quite nice actually

and he actually enjoys being referred by one!

like imagine going for a stroll with him and all of a sudden you go "darling, look!"

he'd look so content oh my lord

in my opinion anyway

he’d usually call you honey, my beloved or even my one and only!

you could be doing the simplest of things like reading with him under a tree

and he'd go "you're my one and only love"

no, he isn’t aware of how cheesy it sounds.

listen to this while reading!

Who knew the God of contracts could be such a romantic? Usually, Zhongli wasn’t a big fan of fancy, elaborate dates. He’d usually say something along the lines that “spending time with you was enough for him to feel like the richest man in the world”, which he technically was even without your presence. But, quite frankly, it was because he lacked the funds to do so that he didn’t pamper you every moment of the day.

So when you found yourself face to face with an array of different foods, meticulously prepared and arranged on a soft picnic blanket, you couldn’t help but wonder —

“Why the sudden change?” you asked, sitting down on the plush cover, to which Zhongli only chuckled.

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” he replied in a teasing tone, flopping next to you.

“Oh, you are more than welcome to do so,” you winked, pouring some tea for both of you. It smelled like chamomile, “I was just trying to say it’s a nice change.” you continued, taking a few sips of your tea.

Zhongli only hummed, content with your response. Sometimes, sitting in silence, all while eating delicious brunch foods and drinking sweet tea, was much more enjoyable than small talk.

And so, you spend the rest of the day with your lover, basking in the sunshine and each other’s company. In his embrace, there was something so right, something that felt right, smelt right. You let your body sag, your muscle become loose. In that embrace you felt your worries loose their keen sting and your optimism raise its head from the dirt.

“You’re so beautiful, my beloved,” he whispered, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

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avid user of nicknames

partially because he finds them cute

and partially because he loves teasing you

he’d use them in public and try to get a reaction out of you

like let’s say all of a sudden kaeya is back hugging you, pampering your neck with kisses

saying something like “what’s wrong, baby?”

he’d also use hot stuff, sweet cheeks, gorgeous, handsome, cutie pie, treasure

sometimes they’re really sweet, other times they’re really silly

side note, i feel like this one got a little out of hand sorry yall i lowkey can’t take kaeya seriously

listen to this while reading!

There was something so heavenly about a kiss in the rain, a tender moment that just wouldn’t wait. It was that burst of love that is expressed, not caring if the water soaked through to chill the skin. You felt yourself gasping for air as Kaeya’s lips left yours, doe like eyes searching for his. Behind that brilliant shade of blue sparkled a glacial attraction. So complex and mysterious, it was magnetic. It made you want him even more.

Upon seeing your dazed state Kaeya smiled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. His hands found yours. “Let’s get you of here before you catch a cold.” he said, leading you down the streets of Mondstadt. It was the middle of August, and you got caught in nothing more than a summer rain. You weren’t even cold, but alas you let it slide, enjoying seeing Kaeya worry about you, even if it wasn’t as serious as he made it seem.

There is something about a rain-washed pathway that invites playful feet, that says each new step will be rewarded with a splash. And soon, you found yourself splashing around, making the most out of this accidental rain shower.

The moment you finally reached your home, Kaeya wasted no time, his arms already wrapped around you in a tight embrace. Yet again, a gasp escaped your mouth, Kaeya’s cold lips leaving goosebumps behind each carefully placed kiss on your neck.

“You know what’s the best way to get warmed up, treasure?” he asked, his hands ghosting over your hips.

You shook your head softly, awaiting his answer.

“A good old dance party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around as he started humming a cheerful. “Nothing gets the blood going like a little movement!” it was obvious he found great pleasure in seeing your more than confused, if not disappointed, expression. Still, he paid you no mind and continued dancing with you all while singing a cheery melody.

It was quite save to assume there was never a boring moment with this man.

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my favourite elevator boy

doesn’t love nicknames but doesn’t hate them either

i see him as an action speak louder than words guy

and although he’s aware that, as his partner, you know that

he still feels sorry for not being as vocal as other people when it comes to talking about his emotions??

so cute terms like these are a simple way he can show his appreciation for you

for some reason, i think he would really like using diminutives??

he’d call you things like little star

or baby or lovebug

i think it really matches his vibe ngl

listen to this while reading!

The breeze blew warm announcing the coming of summer's hottest days. The aroma of the tall grasses were an intoxicating perfume and the starry night above was a painting more sublime than any man could create. The clarity above became reflected in your mind.

Being with Albedo meant putting up with the unholy amount of hours he’d spend on whatever research he’d be conducting at the time. And luckily for you, his next big discovery involved the stars. On the black sky above you, there were a multitude of stars and there were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years.

As you enjoyed your little midnight snack, your gaze fell upon the chief alchemist. His eyes were fixated on the landscape above him, utterly fascinated by the world’s mystic beauty. Seeing him so consumed by his studies made your heart feel warm. It was adorable to see him like this.

Your sudden yawn made both you look at each other. Albedo’s gaze was filled with compassion, and perhaps a little remorse for making you come with him so late in the night just to stare blankly at the sky.

But you knew this wasn’t such a trivial thing.

You pet the spot next to you, silently asking him to sit down with you, to which he immediately obliged. As his head found its place on your shoulder a little sad smile made its appearance on his face.

“Sorry for making you come here with me, baby.” he said, his hand drawing patterns along your thigh. “I know this isn’t your idea of quality time.”

“Any time spent with you is quality time, silly.” you giggled, kissing the top of his head. “And besides, who doesn’t enjoy a little bit of stargazing?”

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ok now for venti

i feel like with him the tone he uses is very important??

i mean this also applies to the rest of the guys

but for venti even more so

he could simply refer to you by your name and it would still feel all special and bubbly

nonetheless, he loves using pet names!

i mean as a bard, he can come up with poems and such on a whim ( flashback to the signora moment :) )

so his nicknames for you always have a certain meaning or funny story behind them

oh, you love pumpkins or had an unfortunate accident involving one? now he calls you pumpkin all the time

he’d also call you things like sunshine because to him you bring so much joy and you warm his heart just like the sun.

with that being said, good luck to those pulling for him! <3

listen to this while reading!

“There you go! You’re really good at this!” Venti complimented you, observing in great detail the way your fingers touched the strings of his lyre.

Judging by the curious stares and even odd looks you’d get from time to time, that wasn’t really the case. What was supposed to be a simple walk around the city turned out to be a full concert. Although Venti couldn’t find it in his heart to tell you, who asked him so eagerly just a few moments ago if he could teach how to play a song, just how… Poor was your attempt.

A relieved sigh could be heard the moment your fingers left the strings, although Venti’s reassuring smile never left his face. “Don’t let a few strangers discourage you! Even the greatest geniuses had to start somewhere!”

“Are you saying I’m a genius?” you asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow, laughing at his flustered face.

“Let’s not go that far…” he murmured, winking cheekily.

“And here I was, thinking I could wow you with my insane musical skills…” you whined sarcastically, handing him his lyre as you continued your stroll. It was then Venti stopped in his tracks. Upon his face, shock was written all over, his expression soon turning sympathetic. For a moment, he left you alone, diving into the crowd of people, only to return to you with a single cecilia flower. Its fragrance was sweet and fresh and its color a perfect white. Shortly after, he gently placed it behind your ear, smiling to himself while looking at you.

“You don’t need fancy tricks to win over what you already have,” Venti said, kissing your cheek lightly. A cheerful tune could be heard across the street, Venti’s soft melody attracting a lot of attention, “I’m all yours, sunshine.” he said loud enough for more than a few people to hear.

He has such a way with words, doesn’t he?

[sanderssidesfanfiction]

If There’s a Place I Could Be - Chapter Fifty

If There’s a Place I Could Be Tag

December 26th, 1991

Emile smiled, albeit a little sadly, when he saw his younger cousins playing with some of his toys that he had started to outgrow and lose interest in. “It was very generous of you to give them your toys, Emile,” his mother said.

“I figured they could get more use out of them than I could,” Emile said. “And I’m a little sad to give them away, but they’ll be enjoyed more by my cousins, anyway.”

His mother shook her head. “Still, most kids your age don’t share that easily. I’m proud of you.”

Emile ducked his head in mild embarrassment, but looked up at his mom after a moment and grinned. “Thanks, Mom.”

  December 13th, 2001

It was Theo’s senior year, and as such, he had decided to invite everyone over to his and his friends’ house for a proper Christmas party the day that finals had ended. He was giving his e-mail out to anybody who would take it, saying that he wanted to keep in contact and he didn’t want to risk missing people over the course of the spring semester. Emile found it incredibly endearing, and Remy was just poking fun at Theo as he went around, passing out his e-mail and collecting the others’. Theo was laughing at it, though, so Emile suspected he didn’t mind.

“So, how did Thanksgiving go?” Clara asked, flopping down next to Emile on the couch. “You never actually told us what it was like, bringing your boyfriend back home to meet the family.”

“It was okay,” Emile said. “Remy and I were in the metaphorical closet around my grandfather, though. He doesn’t know and I don’t want him to know, not yet. I want to see if he can be more understanding before I drop that bombshell on him.”

Clara winced. “Ouch. He’s one of those ‘fire and brimstone’ types?”

“Not usually,” Emile said. “But on this particular topic...he just...doesn’t understand.”

Clara sighed, shaking her head. “Most people that old don’t. Which is sad, and discouraging.”

“Tell me about it,” Emile laughed hollowly. “One day, there will be people who understand of all ages, but so far, I have yet to meet someone who survived the eighties who’s that old, and therefore I haven’t met anyone in favor of the LGBT community that age, either.”

Clara leaned her head back into the couch. “How telling is it that we only ever expect other people in the community to understand?”

Emile blew out a breath. “I imagine more telling than we’d like,” he said, turning to look at Clara with a sad smile. “At least there are people in the community who understand, though.”

Clara nodded. “And most colleges are accepting in general, these days.”

Remy walked over with his arms crossed. “You two aren’t smiling,” he accused.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Rem, I wasn’t aware we had to smile all the time in order to please you,” Emile said with an eye-roll.

“Not what I meant,” Remy said. “You guys seem sad. What’s up?”

“My grandfather,” Emile sighed.

“Stressing over Christmas again?” Remy asked. “I thought we both had plans in place for if the cat got out of the bag.”

“We do. I’m stressing over the fact that we need those plans in the first place,” Emile said.

“Oh,” Remy said softly, sitting on Emile’s other side. “Yeah, that is a bit of a bummer.”

“No kidding?” Emile asked, looking over at Remy with a tired expression.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, mio amore,” Remy said, putting his hand on Emile’s shoulder.

“I know that,” Emile said, putting his hand over Remy’s. “It just hurts in the meantime.”

“Could be worse, you could have had my parents and your grandfather to contend with,” Remy laughed.

Emile considered that. The nosiness of Remy’s mother, mixed with the snide comments his grandfather made, that would not end well. “Someone would probably wind up dead,” Emile said.

Remy laughed. “Oh, yeah. And now, because I cut off my parents, we don’t have to bury any corpses.”

Emile snorted. “Some silver lining,” he said, running a hand down his face. “I don’t want to hide being with you, Remy. I’m super proud to call you my boyfriend. It sucks that we can’t tell anyone outside my parents because we can’t trust them to keep quiet over the course of Christmas.”

Remy took Emile’s hand and when Emile looked over to Remy, he was surprised to find Remy grinning like the cat who got the cream. “What?” Emile asked.

“I’ve never heard you say you’re proud to be with me, before,” Remy said. “And, like, I know that you love me, but the fact that you’re proud of that...I don’t know. It’s...nice.”

“And gay,” Clara piped up.

Emile and Remy laughed. “You better believe it, Clara!” Remy exclaimed. “I’m gay for this man and he’s gay for me back and the entire world deserves to know!”

“Okay, okay,” Emile said, holding up his free hand. “I’ll try to not be so down. I know it’s a time to celebrate, especially considering that most of us won’t be seeing each other for the better part of a month.”

“Yeah, c’mon, Emile, we have some last minute partying to do,” Remy teased.

Emile rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m not here for the partying so much as I’m here for conversation. I’m boring, I know, but I just like to talk with people.”

Remy rolled his eyes and pushed Emile to his feet. “Yeah? Well, Theo’s just about ready to break out the white elephant gifts, so you’d better grab something to drink now or risk losing a prime seat near the presents.”

“I’m not thirsty, though,” Emile said, frowning.

“But I know you, love, and you will be within the hour. Grab a bottle of water or something, I don’t care. But grab something so I don’t have to hear you complain,” Remy said with a smirk.

“Fine,” Emile said, and as soon as he moved Remy snatched up his spot next to Clara. “You’re a traitor, you realize,” he casually mentioned as he walked away.

“Hey, my lap can be a pretty cosy place to sit!” Remy called after him.

Emile flushed red in embarrassment and grabbed a bottle of water quickly, before electing to sit on the armrest of the couch Remy and Clara were now occupying, resolutely not looking Remy in the eyes. Theo came over with the stack of presents, and everyone sat in a circle as he set them up and grabbed a hat full of paper numbers. “Let’s get started, everyone,” Theo said. “Pick a paper, and get your order number!”

He went around the room and everyone grabbed a number, and he took the last slip remaining in the hat. “What’d you get?” Remy asked.

“Ten,” Emile said.

Remy laughed. “Lucky. I have three.”

Emile winced in sympathy. “Only two presents to steal,” he said. “You’d probably have better luck opening a present.”

“Yeah,” Remy sighed. “Ah, well. Such is the luck of the draw. And this could still be fun.”

“Yeah, if you got a super popular present you might wind up getting to steal later in the game,” Emile said.

The game started with a girl that Emile didn’t know the name of opening a present and laughing at what was inside. Apparently, it was a small statue of a literal white elephant.

Xavier went next, and he opted to open a present, which was a calendar filled with Garfield comics. “Oh, that’s a nice one,” Emile laughed.

“Garfield isn’t exactly the epitome of comics, but a calendar is nice,” Remy agreed. He hummed. “Eh, screw it, I’ll open one.”

He grabbed a tall, thin box and opened it, before laughing hysterically. He let the last of the wrapping paper fall and revealed a lava lamp. “What?! No way!” Theo exclaimed. “Who found a lava lamp for fifteen bucks?!”

“You’d be surprised,” another senior boy said with a smirk. “Thrift shops are wonderful places. Oh, and I tested it before I brought it, and it still works.”

Remy laughed. “Man, I always wanted one of these as a kid,” he said. “My parents never let me have one.”

The game continued, and a girl stole the white elephant statue, so the first girl stole Remy’s lava lamp, and Remy reluctantly opened another present. He sniffed a laugh at the tiny bottle which featured a tinier ship.

“Sick, man!” Theo exclaimed, immediately stealing it for his turn.

Remy stole back the lava lamp with a grin and the girl opened another present, a pack of number two pencils with a note that read: For next semester’s finals. Everyone groaned at the reminder, except for Remy, who giggled maniacally.

They continued the game until it was Emile’s turn, and he decided he wasn’t going to steal the lava lamp from Remy, much as he might like to. Remy had stolen it back every chance he got and everyone knew that he was not going home without it, so they backed off him. He instead picked up a lumpy present that everyone had been ignoring, and he opened it, laughing at the stuffed dog that was inside. “Aw, this is adorable!” he cooed.

Remy had a conflicted expression on his face as the game moved on to player number eleven. Emile quietly asked, “You okay?”

“That’s...” Remy swallowed. “That’s the exact style of stuffed animal that my stuffed dog Bones was,” he whispered.

“Oh,” Emile said, looking down at the dog in his hands with a new sort of respect.

Player number twelve stole the elephant, the Garfield comic calendar was stolen, and the next to last gift was opened: a book filled with random trivia facts that was calling itself The Ultimate Toilet Entertainer, for some reason Emile couldn’t fathom.

Finally, the first girl got her chance to steal something, and she grabbed the white elephant statue with a shrug. “I kinda like it, it’s cute,” she defended.

The person it was stolen from sighed. “Well, I don’t really like anything else here, so I guess I’m opening the last present.”

And when they did, they saw what Emile had brought to the white elephant, which was an old VCR tape that had to be from the early nineties, featuring Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. “Oh, that’s not bad, actually,” they said, and Emile grinned.

The party continued somewhat after that, but slowly people had to leave to get packed for the winter break. When Emile and Remy said goodbye to their friends and got to Emile’s car, Emile looked at the stuffed dog he was still holding, spying some initials on the tag. Some very familiar initials. “Hey, Rem,” he said.

“Yeah?” Remy asked.

“Do you know what happened? After Toby rescued Bones from your parents?” Emile asked.

“He let me play with Bones in his room for a while, but eventually either our parents found out or a family friend’s kid found him, because he disappeared and neither Toby nor I could find him,” Remy sighed. “Why?”

“Well, this dog has a little tag on it,” Emile said, inspecting it closely. “And it has initials on it.”

“My parents would label toys sometimes once I was around to make it clear whose stuff was whose,” Remy said. “But why’s that important?”

“Well, the initials are RSP,” Emile said. “And I’ve never seen your parents handwriting, but that seems like a hell of a coincidence.”

“What? No way,” Remy said. They got inside the car and Emile passed the dog over to Remy. Remy’s eyes widened looking at the tag. “What...? That’s...that’s my mom’s handwriting...Oh, my God. I knew that one of the people at the party knew my family, because we had talked briefly and they mentioned in passing that my last name sounded familiar and we figured out that’s where we had heard about each other, and she had a younger sister who had been obsessed with stuffed animals for a while, but...” he took a closer look at the dog’s ear. “That’s where I got paint on the fur that never came out. It’s the same dog. Oh my God!”

Emile offered Remy a smile. “You should keep him.”

Remy looked up at Emile with wide eyes. “You mean that? I don’t want to take your gift from the white elephant, do you want the lava lamp in return?”

“No, Remy, it’s okay,” Emile said, starting the drive home. “You can keep both things. I really don’t mind.”

Remy was quietly crying at this news, and Emile didn’t mention it. He didn’t fail to notice that night, however, when Remy was setting up the lava lamp in his room, Bones was sitting on his bed’s pillow. And when Emile checked on Remy before he went to bed himself, he saw Remy snuggled up to Bones in his sleep, the lava lamp emitting a soft blue glow with green lava making shapes in it.

Emile shook his head softly and went to bed himself. Maybe he was obsessed with something as childish as cartoons, but Remy never got the chance to naturally grow out of his childhood. It was sad to think about, but Emile was glad Remy could live out his childhood dreams now that he was here.

[pinesconessecrets]

Secret Santa 2018- Christmas Eve

((Secret Santa to lazyunproductiveme.tumblr.com Who asked for either Librarian au, confessing under the Mistletoe, or dorks sleeping together. I decided to do a combination of the two. Was going to do all three, but I like what I have so far. I hope you like your secret Santa gift. If not, just tell me how I can make it better.))

((Enjoy! And Happy Yuletide!!!))

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The bells above the door jingled, and a blast of cold air came rushing in from the outside. A young man slipped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him. In the sudden warmth of the library, the man unwrapped his scarf and pulled off his tan bomber cap, freeing his messy brown curls. Stuffing the hat and scarf in his backpack, he unzipped his puffy vest and took another step inside. Towers and towers of books surrounded him on all sides; Dipper took a deep inhale, taking in the scent of old leaflets and even a slight cinnamon undertone.

Even since he’d moved here, Dipper found himself drawn to this homey library, tucked away in town. They had all kinds of books he could want. A section just for science fiction; favorites like Ender’s Game, A Wrinkle in Time, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and of course, Star Wars. Large, dusty tomes far in the back, recollecting all of ancient history. Classic literature, Gothic horror, whimsical fantasy. And most importantly, It’s own mystery section, ranging from murder mystery, to cryptic legends and findings. It was Dipper’s favorite place in the whole library.

Well, almost favorite.

The only place better than the mystery section, was the front desk, where a certain handsome Librarian worked.

A man in his late 20’s, the man wore a simple white button up, brown slacks, and (currently) dark green suspenders over his button up. Dipper upon entering, saw the man sitting at his front desk, flicking through a well loved copy of The Great Gatsby. Of course, when the little bell rung, he momentarily stopped and looked up, meeting eyes with the young adventurer. He gave Dipper a nervous smile, and mumbled a very timid, “Good tidings, Mr. Pines. Book hunting again, are we?”

Dipper felt his own face flush several shades of vermilion. He reached back into his backpack and pulled out three books, all finished and ready to be returned. He stepped up towards the counter and passed the handsome man his books, trying not to shiver when the man’s elegant fingers briefly brushed against his in the trade off. Glancing down at the laminated nameplate on the desk, the name read Wirt Fischer. Even his name was debonair. “I just finished another great set, and I couldn’t wait to come back for more.”

Couldn’t wait to come back and see your face!

“I’m surprised someone is as passionate about reading as I am. I thought I was the only crazy one, keeping a bookstore open on Christmas Eve. I didn’t expect someone equally crazy would want to check out books on Christmas Eve.” Wirt put his head in his hand, smirking.

Dipper shrugged, wondering if the librarian could hear his heart jackhammering in his chest. “What can I say, there’s thousand of books to read, and I only have a limited time on this earth. I gotta retain as much knowledge as I possibly can.” He shuffled towards the mystery section, as expected.

Wirt watched him, clearly amused, “Typical. Off to the mystery section, I see. I’d figure you’d at least check out a book tied with the holidays. You know, a little festive reading?”

Dipper snapped his fingers at the other, internally regretting such a cheesy action seconds after it was too late. Attempting to salvage some dignity, he quickly turned on his heel and disappeared into the aisles of literature. He did not catch, nor hear, Wirt’s breathy chuckle. And he completely missed the look of endearment in the librarian’s eyes.

Wirt returned to his copy of The Great Gatsby. He knew it took Dipper a while to decide what to check out, even if they were books checked out thousands of times before by said adventurer. Wirt knew not to bother him on his hunt, though he hoped the young man would make a reappearance soon, as he quite enjoyed Dipper’s eccentric company.

Not to mention a rugged build that Wirt also didn’t mind admiring.

He waited and waited, forcing himself not to glance at his wrist watch. That would only make time move slower. No, no, he kept his eyes on the page, though after what felt like hours, he came to the realization that he had reread the same paragraph more than once. With a sigh, he closed his book, thoughts preoccupied.

Blissfully, Dipper returned, a new stack of books under his arm. He marched up to the counter, looking more confident than when he left and dropped the books in front of Wirt.

Curious, because he was always a bit snobby about what his patrons checked out, he subtly glanced at the titles of each book. “Yetis: The Arctic cousins of Bigfoot? The Christmas Heist of 1943? Table for one: True story of the Donner Party? And…Krampus, the Anti Claus.” Wirt glanced back at Dipper, one eyebrow raised skeptically.

Dipper grinned cheekily back at him, “You said check out something festive!”

Wirt rolled his eyes, but grinned affectionately, “Not exactly what I had in mind. Was thinking more along the lines of Charles Dickens, Chris Van Allsburg, O. Henry–heck, even Dr. Seuss would have worked.”

“What can I say, I live to exceed your expectations.”

Wirt’s cheeks turned a soft rosy hue, and Dipper realizing how that sounded, felt his own face heat up in embarrassment. “So, um, these books should be fine,” he mumbled.

Wirt nodded, swallowing the nervous lump quickly forming in his throat. Taking the books, he scanned each of them, signed them off, and then passed them back to Dipper.

As Dipper was putting them away, he kept going back and forth on whether or not he should continue talking. In fact, there was something on his mind, something he’d been meaning to say since he first entered. The trouble was actually gathering the confidence to ask the handsome man in front of him.

Fighting monsters, solving mysteries, and vanquishing demonic forces was nothing.

Talking to cute people was the real nightmare.

“Anything else I can help you with today, Mr. Pines.”

“You can just call me Dipper. I think I’ve been around enough times that we’re on a first name basis…I mean, of course, unless you don’t want to–”

“No, no! That’s…that’s perfectly fine, Mr. Pin–Um, Dipper. I think that’s a reasonable assessment.” Wirt nervously fiddled with the cover of his book, trying not to seem overly eager at being on first name basis with the adventurer.

“Great!–I mean, that’s good! Wonderful! Um, anyway, I um…there’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you, if that’s okay?” Oh dear god, he was flubbing, and badly.

“Of course, what can I do for you today?” Ugh, that sounded so robotic and work professional! Wirt tried not to openly cringe, his fingers nervously drumming on the cover of his book. When Dipper looked down, distracted by his drumming, he slammed his palm flat on his book to stop himself.

“Well, I was just wondering…do you have any plans for Christmas Eve?”

Wirt shook his head, “Not really. I’ll be working till five tonight–don’t want to be open too late– then I’ll close up, and head for home. Maybe pick up some take out for me and my brother on the way home? But other than that, nothing big planned. May I inquire why?”

He inquired, not asked. Dipper liked someone with a large vocabulary…oh god, he’d been single for too long, moving on. Fighting the hot blush off his face, Dipper continued, albeit with less enthusiasm, “Well, I was wondering. My family is having a little Christmas Eve get together, and it’s nothing big, but there will be food and good company, and I just, if you don’t have anything, maybe you’d like–if you’re interested–if it’s not too forward–” Dipper’s words stuttered off.

Wirt, thankfully, put him out of his misery, “Are you asking me to come? Is this the new way of asking people out? Are you asking me out?”

Dipper wanted to spontaneously combust on the spot, “M-maybe. It doesn’t have to be a date, just a simple hang out. It’s the holidays, holidays are nice to share with people.”

Wirt nodded in agreement, but he also seemed conflicted, “I wholeheartedly agree. Which is why I must politely decline.”

Dipper tried not to appear too disappointed, “Oh yes, alright. I’m sorry for bothering you about this–”

But Wirt was not finished, and quickly retreaded, “Oh please don’t think it’s anything against you. I would be more than happy to tag along. But like I said earlier, I’m spending Eve with my younger brother, and if I went with you, then he’d be all alone.”

The puzzle pieces were finally starting to fall into place. “OH! OHHH! Well of course he’s invited too.”

Wirt looked surprised, “Really? You’d let him come as well? You don’t even know him?”

Dipper nodded, relief washing over him now that he’d figured out the real reason for Wirt’s refusal. “Oh absolutely! The more the merrier. My wacky twin is hosting the party, and she loves meeting new faces, and making new friends. If you’re worried about your brother being alone, then there’s no need to fret, because of course he’s invited by extension. Both of your can come and enjoy yourself!”

Wirt pondered it for a moment. On one hand, it was a huge risk going to someone’s party, especially one you barely knew. Dipper, while being extremely cute to look at, was by all intents and purposes, a complete stranger. Who knew if he was actually who he said he was. Dipper could be an insane sociopath, and this party was just a guise to kidnap Wirt to do awful things to him! …Okay, maybe that was a stretch, he had to lay off the murder mystery section.

On the other hand, Wirt wasn’t getting many handsome suitors chatting him up or inviting him on outings. He didn’t meet many people who came into the library close to his age, and even if so, showing any desire towards him. Or have that desire be mutual. And he was definitely mutually attracted to this strange guy. Had been since he first saw him in his plaid button up, mud caked jeans, and bomber hat. Had been since Dipper had first awkwardly smiled back at him, then turned cherry red and disappeared into one of the aisles, muttering to himself. He was a nervous ball of energy: Exactly Wirt’s type.

Melting under Dipper’s charm–and to be perfectly candid, he wanted to come more than anything–he relented, “Then I’d be honored if you had us. Just send us the address and we’ll arrive around seven.”

Then in a stroke of confidence, he grabbed Dipper’s wrist, tender but firm, picked up his sharpie, uncapped it with his teeth, and neatly scrawled his number across Dipper’s skin. Satisfied, he released Dipper and recapped his marker. “I’ll see you tonight, then.”

Dipper stared wide eyed at the number on his wrist, desperately trying to remain calm, when inside every nerve was humming vibrantly. “Yes, s-see you tonight!”

And with that, Dipper bolted for the door, waving back behind him. Once outside, and down the large cement steps, Dipper let out a loud whoop and holler, his spirits soaring. He almost skipped for home. He didn’t of course, but the sentiment was there. Tis the season.

Back inside, Wirt let out a hearty giggle, and danced awkwardly in his seat. Until he realized what he was doing, to which he calmed himself once more. Still, the one thing he could not tame, was the large, childlike grin on his face.

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Dipper walked back and forth, stopped to stare at the front door, then resumed his circle trailing.

“Dipper you’ve been at the door for almost 40 minutes. What are you waiting for?” Mabel walked by, stopping to stare at her brother, incredulously.

Dipper stopped and turned to her, “Sorry. I just, I’m wondering if Wirt will actually show up.” Dipper looked down at his feet, shuffling nervously from foot to foot. He once more glanced at the door.

“That cute librarian you’ve been talking nonstop about?” Mabel placed her hand on her hips, smirking.

Dipper nodded, keeping his head down so Mabel wouldn’t tease him about the red flush on his cheeks, “Yeah, I invited him, and he said he was coming. Ugh, but what if he was just humoring me? What if he was never planning to come at all? Oh god, he probably thinks I’m a creep! I can’t even come back to that library again; he’ll probably call the cops on me as soon as he–”

“Dipper!” Mabel rushed forward, slapping her hands on his shoulders. Dipper’s rambling came to a halt. Mabel continued, “You’re freaking out. Calm down bro bro! He’s probably just running late. Or he had to do something first. There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he’s not here yet. And hey, if he did decide to leave you high and dry, well he was an asshole to begin with and not worth your time!”

Despite her best efforts, Dipper groaned at the prospect that he had been stood up.

Mabel rolled her eyes, “Listen bro bro, you’ve seen me go through all my awful boy crushes, and now I’m here to help you through all your awful boy crushes!” She patted him none too lightly on the shoulder.

“Ouch!…but thanks, Mabel. I can always count on you.” He reached over to give his sister an appreciative hug.

Ding Dong!

The moment the buzzer sounded, Dipper pushed past Mabel at a lightning speed, nearly sending her toppling.

“UGH! THANKS A LOT!” She yelled at him as he rushed for the door.

He mouthed an apology, took a second to collect himself, and then opened the door to the mist of two men in the middle of a heated discussion.

“Now be on your best behavior, because we’re guest and I–”

“–I know! I know! I’m not a baby anymore Wirt–”

“–Well you’re certainly acting like on–”

“Ugh, you’re so high strung, it’s annoying! Is it because of your dat–”

“–GREG, Shuuuuu–”

“—No, you shuuuuuush–”

The two came to a dead halt upon noticing the twins staring at them in the doorway.

Wirt straightened up, while the teen slumped a little lower, both of them clearly embarrassed. “Um, good to see you again Mr. Pine–Um, errr, Dipper, I mean. Good to see you again, Dipper.”

“Nice to see you again, Wirt.” He hoped he wasn’t swooning. Judging by Mabel’s not so subtle eyebrow wiggle, he figured he was definitely swooning.

Wirt turned to Mabel next, offering her his hand, “And I assume you must be Dipper’s twin sister, the host of this celebration. I would like to thank you for offering your home to us and Greg during the holidays. I hope we’re not interrupting anything important!”

Greg added, “Home? More like a mansion, you must be loaded!” He gazed up at the manor with eyes the size of dinner plates. Wirt smacked him on the head. “Ow! Hey!”

Mabel chuckled at the brother’s antics; reminded of her own sibling quarreling. She waved Wirt’s earlier comment away, “I’m glad to have you two. And no trouble at all. It’s family and friends, so don’t think you’ve intruded on anything. Me and Pacifica love having guests. Well, I do, but Paz is coming around quickly.  Also, pleasure to meet you, my name is Mabel Pines, the more beautiful and majestic of the twins!”

Dipper glared, but she pointedly ignored him.

Stepping back inside, she waved them in. Greg quickly ran inside, wanting to get a full glimpse of the place. Wirt once more apologized for their intrusion before stepping inside as well. Mabel glanced once more at Dipper, took the hint, and turned to Greg, “First of all, love your sweater. It’s cute–could use a little more pizazz, but I approve. Secondly, let me give you a tour of the place, you seem like you’d be very interested in touching all the silverware.”

Greg laughed, “I would like to see how a rich bitch lives,”

“Greg! Language!” Wirt snapped.

Greg replied by sticking his tongue out. Turning back to Mabel, who had looped her arm through his, replied, “Please show me the way, Miss Majestic Mabel. I’m Greg Campbell, Wirt’s ‘moody’ little brother!”

As they were leaving towards the dining room, the two young men heard Mabel reply, “Who wasn’t moody when they were your age?”

Now left to their own devices, Dipper and Wirt stood in the foyer, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Sometimes Dipper would look at Wirt when he thought the other wasn’t look, and sometimes Wirt looked at Dipper when he thought the other wasn’t looking. This usually ended with them both looking at each other, and becoming more flustered.

“I’m…I’m glad you could make it,” Dipper coughed into his fist. God could he be anymore pathetically inept?

Wirt nodded, “Glad you invited us. Greg might not seem like it, but he was excited to come. He’s a sweet kid, and while he’s driving me nuts with his teenage rebellion, I can’t be too mad at him. I was a moody little shit–even worse, at his age.”

Dipper chuckled; he could listen to this librarian talk for hours. “No, no worries. I get it, we all were like that at one point. I’m just glad he has a cool older brother like you to help him through that awkward time.” Suddenly, a new thought entered his head, one that made his mood dampen. “I noticed that you didn’t mention your parents, are they not around or…” Dipper asked, treading lightly.

Wirt didn’t seem fazed by this questioning, “Oh no. My parents are just a two hour drive from here. Greg lives with me because there’s a liberal arts school nearby that Greg got into for his photography work. We’re actually going early tomorrow to visit them to celebrate Christmas, so don’t worry, they’re still very much alive. And as for that cool brother comment, I sadly have to refute such claims.”

Dipper internally sighed, glad to know he hadn’t brought up anything depressing. Changing tactics to something lighter, Dipper winked, “I don’t know, I think there’s merit. You look very cool to me.”

Wirt went as bright red as the stuffed Rudolph’s nose that was chilling in the foyer. “Well, thank you. It’s nice of you to think that. How are those books coming? I doubt you’ve started any, but I’d still thought I asked.”

“To be honest, I actually half way through one of the books,” Dipper said, a little too smuggly.

Wirt was, at least, impressed, “Really?”

“Yeah, probably would have finished it all if Mabel didn’t drag me into the kitchen to help her with the cooking.”

Wirt seemed even more impressed by this, “You cook?”

Dipper laughed, “Hardly. I can grill things up on the stove, but my sister is the amazing chef around here. Well, of course she’s the chef, this is her house. Well her’s and Paz’s, mostly Paz’s. Pacifica was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She’s cool though, like her a lot better now than when she was a spoiled rich kid. –I’m getting off topic, what were we talking about?”

“Cooking?”

“Yes cooking! But yeah. Most of the food in the kitchen was made by Mabel and Paz. I did help with the ham though, so not completely useless. What about you, do you cook?”

“I do. I make dinner for my brother all the time. I’m not five star, but I feed us every day, and he doesn’t complain, so that should say something.”

“I’d love to try it sometime.” Oh that was a little too forward!

Wirt smirked, “Sure, I’d love to have you over sometime. Consider it a second date, if this first one goes well.”

DATE! HE SAID DATE! DIPPER HAD A SHOT!

Dipper tried not to squeak when he spoke again, “Um, how bout I show you around, we can meet some of my friends and family.” He put his hand against Wirt’s back, gently guiding him into the living room. He tried not to think about it too much. He was just, being a helpful tour guide, that was all. Nothing weird about it. Wirt’s movements also seemed a little stiff after he did that, but Dipper pretended it was just because he was in an unfamiliar area. Yep, sounds good enough.

When he chanced a glance at Wirt’s face, Wirt didn’t seem displeased by Dipper’s touch, just uncertain. Dipper hoped that was a good sign, and not a bad one.

Upon entering, Two old men where lounging on the couch, fighting over the remote. A woman with fall red hair sat on the couch opposite them, face in her phone. Occasionally she looked at the two men and rolled her eyes, back to her phone. Next to her was a Latino man and woman in their late 30s chatting with each other. The man stopped and looked at the two young men as they entered. “Oh hey there dude! And um…other dude!” Soos tipped his hat to them.

“Hey Soos. Melody, Wendy, Grunkle Stan, and Great Uncle Ford. This is Wirt, I invited him to join us for the evening, hope that’s okay.”

Grunkle Stan glanced behind him, “That your boyfriend you keep blabbering about.”

Dipper sputtered. Wendy looked up and failed to mask her snicker. Great Uncle Ford smacked his twin upside the head, chiding him, “Stanley, what did we talk about!”

“Oh hush up, poindexter! It’s my job as his dilapidating uncle to shamelessly embarrass him in front of his crush.”

Dipper wondered if he could get away with senicide. Was that not festive enough? What if he strangled him with tinsel? That be holly jolly enough.

Dipper side eyed Wirt, wondering if his family had scared the librarian off yet. While Wirt did look flustered at their teasing, he had a fond smile on his face, like this was all familiar to him. God he was a trooper. And Dipper might have fallen even harder for him in that moment.

While Ford and Stan argued back and forth, Soos, Melody and Wendy got up out of their seats to introduce themselves.

“Hey dude, name’s Wendy. Nice to meet you!” Wendy pounded her fist against Wirt’s, even though he seemed reluctant.

“Sup dude, the names Soos. I’ve known Dipper since he was just a little dude, so like, be cool to him and you’ll be cool to me…dude.” Soos took Wirt’s hand and shook vigorously, shaking all of him.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Melody, Soos’s wife. It’s really nice to have you. And just ignore the two arguing on the couch, they always do this.” Melody patted his shoulder, giving him a ‘you’ll get used to it all’ look.

Wirt was polite in his introduction back.

As Wirt was chatting with Soos and Melody, Wendy whispered in Dipper’s ear when she was sure only he could hear, “You really like them older, don’t you?”

Dipper thought he would die, “H-he’s not that much older. I don’t think. I’m pretty sure we’re closer in age than you and I are!”

Wendy chuckled, “Okay, true. He looks maybe a year or two older. Could just be his height, too. You’ve always liked them freakishly tall.” She shot Dipper another knowing smirk. He whimpered, trying not to cover his face with his hands and draw Wirt’s attention to them.

Having successfully embarrassed him, she eased up, “I think you have a good shot with this one. He’s dorky like you. You guys will look cute together, and I mean that.”

Dipper still wanted to die. But a part of him was relieved to have Wendy’s blessing. She was always cool like that.

From the kitchen they heard, “Wirt! Holy shit! Come look at all this food!”

Wirt sighed. He shot Dipper an apologetic look, and called back, trying not to shout even though they were rooms apart, “Greg, language!”

Dipper was at least thankfully to know he wasn’t the only one a little embarrassed by their family. He wouldn’t change them for the world, but it felt nice not too be the only one suffering. This might not be such a bad night after all, and if it was, being mortified by your family was a bonding moment, wasn’t it?

At the mention of food, everyone started crowding towards the kitchen, ready for dinner.

It was going to be lively, to say the least.

—

“Tonight was good. I know I’ve said it enough, and you’re probably sick of it, but thank you for inviting us.” Wirt said, bending down to tie his shoes.

Dipper rocked back and forth, smiling, “Glad you had fun. Hopefully my family wasn’t too crazy.”

Wirt glanced up, smirking, “I’m used to odd families. It was fun, nostalgic even.” He stood, dusting off his pants of any dirt he had collected. He looked back, and for a moment, just watched his brother giving Mabel’s potbelly pig tummy rubs. There was a large grin on his brother’s face. “It’s really nice to see Greg smiling more. Don’t tell him, but I’ve missed it.”

Dipper put a finger to his lips, “Your secrets safe with me.”

In the afterglow of good food, light conversation, and plenty of awkward merriment, the two just stood, looking at each other, not sure what to do next, but not feeling like anything else needed to happen. The silence was warm, and strangely, comfortable.

“I should probably get going.” Wirt rubbed the back of his neck. He made no effort to move.

Dipper nodded, “Yeah, it’s getting late, and the road’s will get icy. It be safe to head off now.” He also made no attempt to move away from the moment they had created.

A lone, loud whistle drew them attention upwards. Leaning over the stairs, smirking wickedly at the two was Pacifica. Holding a mistletoe suspended over their heads.

Dipper wanted to die. “Pacifica! What the fuck! How could you betray me like this? I thought we were friends.”

Pacifica shrugged, “Mabel promised me she’d stop singing Christmas carols for the rest of the holidays if I did this. And girlfriends outweigh best friends. Sorry, Dipstick!” She was clearly not sorry.

Seconds later Mabel was down the steps, squeezing next to Pacifica, camera in hand, “I didn’t miss it, did I?” She looked between the two, eagerly.

Wirt smirked, unusually cool. Perhaps it was that single cup of eggnog that had loosened him up. “We were just heading out, so no, you haven’t missed saying goodbye to us.”

Mabel frowned, “Not exactly what I was talking about. You do know what’s hanging over you, right?”

“Mabel~” Dipper growled in warning.

Wirt nodded, “It’s Mistletoe. It’s a Christmas tradition that if you stand under a mistletoe with someone, you have to kiss them. Am I correct?”

Mabel smirked, “Then you know you have to kiss him.”

Wirt shook his head, “It’s a Christmas tradition. Sad to say, I celebrate Yule, which is the old pagan tradition. While very similar to Christmas, there are a few things that differ from the Christian holiday. Such as that little plant you’re holding over us now. Mistletoe back then was used as a way to honor the Winter Celestes, as Paganism is all about appreciating nature. Mistletoe was a way to let the sun know that we appreciated and valued all it had done for us, and even in these harsher environments, it’s love still made life bloom, even under all that freezing snow. So to me, mistletoe has no meaning other than a way to honor the nature of the old pagan holiday, and give thanks to the season of winter.”

Mabel’s mouth fell open in shock. Dipper stared at him with wide eyes. Greg was snickering behind his hands. And Pacifica looked unperturbed by the whole thing. She shrugged once more, then rested a hand on Mabel’s slumped shoulders.

“It’s okay darling, we can enjoy mistletoe the Christmas way,” she coaxed, lifting the mistletoe over their heads and planting a loving kiss on the top of her girlfriend’s bushy head. Mabel smiled, a little more heartened.

Wirt once more thanked the trio, then headed for the door, Greg a few steps ahead. Dipper followed him to the door, closing the door behind him so not to be interrupted.

“I can’t believe you intellectually sassed my sister into silence,” Dipper chuckled at the memory.

Wirt seemed a little guilty, even as he smiled alongside Dipper, “Perhaps that was a bit harsh, but I didn’t like the idea of being filmed on camera. No matter how sweet she seems, I’m not very fond of having my privacy invaded.”

Dipper agreed, “Trust me, I know more than anything. Mabel can be kind intrusive and a little nosy. She means well, always has, but even I get more than a little frustrated with her match making skills.”

“Sad, I don’t think she needs to play matchmaker. I think you’re doing just fine on your own.”

Dipper felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah?”

A small part of him, really wished Wirt had kissed him. Humiliating as it would be to have his sister and her girlfriend watching, and photographed evidence, the reward of getting to feel Wirt’s lips against his would have been worth it.

Greg, who had been silently watching the two for awhile, had finally had enough. He rolled his eyes and snatched the keys out of Wirt’s hands, “Gross! I’ll meet you at the car. Don’t take too long flirting!” He took two steps and paused. He looked at Dipper, his expression softening, “This was really fun. I hope I’ll see you around more.” And with that, he took off, leaving the two alone.

Dipper could see that Greg meant well; he was even reminded of Mabel in some ways. “Your brother’s sweet.”

Wirt chuckled, “I know. Under his bratty phase, he’s got a real heart of gold. I know he really enjoyed your sister and her house. I hope he made a good impression with her–”

Dipper already knew he had. “Don’t worry, my sister loved him. I’m sure you guys will be invited back.” He made sure to emphasize the both of them; he wanted Wirt to know he was welcomed. Dipper really wanted to welcome him back to his house, but that was for another time.

“I shouldn’t keep Greg waiting,” Wirt replied, clearly reluctant to go.

Dipper tried not to keep him. “Yeah. I wish you could stay longer, but I know I’ll see you again soon. I got library books to return, after all.”

Wirt perked up, “That you do.”

Then, because he was a bit curious, Dipper asked one last thing that had been on his mind since Wirt had mentioned it, “What you said about the mistletoe. Is that really what it means for Yule?”

Wirt smirked, “No.”

Then he leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to Dipper’s cheek. When he pulled back, he was blushing hotly, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes, “Mistletoe was always about friendship and love. That old tradition hasn’t changed.”

Dipper felt like his heart was going to jump right out of his throat. “Oh…”

“Goodnight Dipper. Have a happy holidays!”

As he turned, Dipper leaned over and pressed his lips against Wirt’s cheek. Wirt looked back, stunned, “Have a happy holidays, Wirt.” He repeated, mischief dancing in his eyes, the same way Wirt’s had.

Wirt felt like he might float off on happiness alone.

The two boys parted, spirits high after their farewell. Hearts filled with hope that their relationship would only grow stronger from here. The holidays certainly were a magical time.

Have yourself a Merry little Christmas,

Make the Yuletide Gay!

[mae-gi-writes]

Of Smoke Rings and Cigarettes (Suga/Yoongi x OC) Part Two

Synopsis: Yoongi was a merciless killer working for one of the mafia gangs in town. Danah was a waitress that had to support her two younger siblings. When she accidentally witnesses one of Yoongi’s murders, he makes sure to blackmail her into silence. What he hadn’t considered was, in fact, the strangest possibility that this particular girl could make him see the world differently.

Part: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (FINAL)

Don’t mind him, Danah chants inside her mind as she glances over her shoulder for probably the fiftieth time that day. Don’t mind him, he’s not coming around anymore. He has no reason to.

But that isn’t enough to dispel her fear.

‘Danah, you’ve been staring outside all morning.’ Her co-worker, who goes by the name of Sam, folds her arms over her chest with a sigh. ‘Is something wrong?’

‘Nothing’s wrong.’ Danah mumbles, turning back to the table she’s been busy wiping down.

It’s been a few days since Yoongi’s sudden appearance but the memory is still as fresh as a raw wound that haunts her mind. Her boss had found her, practically bursting a vein in barely restrained irritation as he’d reprimanded her of escaping her work responsibilities and taking a stroll outside when all her colleagues had been busy serving tables. It had caused Danah to flush with embarrassment before she’d apologized numerous times. This had led to her working overtime to clean up all the dirty dishes and conduct one last cleanup of the entire front area of the restaurant. She managed to drag her feet home and barely made it to her front door, limbs aching from overwork.

Danah has a very bad habit of getting in trouble with the manager. It’s not the first earful she’s gotten and it’s definitely not going to be the last. She’s been working at Delta ever since she finished school in order to provide for her two siblings which, in Danah’s view, isn’t as bad as she initially thought it would be. The older girl knows and supports Lisa’s dream of going off to college or university to get a good degree in whatever smart field she likes, for Lisa is the one with the brain. Danah, unfortunately, hadn’t been that great at studying and thus there are sacrifices to make. She’s decided, albeit ignoring the continuous protests from Lisa’s part, that she wouldn’t pursue an education, keeping the money saved up from when her dad was around to finance Lisa and Samuel’s instead.

It’s a little after three in the afternoon when she can finally breathe and grt away from her shift. Quickly packing her things to escape the manager’s temper, Danah breathes out a relieved sigh when she is finally out of the restaurant’s vicinity.

It’s hot and humid, the kind of day that makes her fringe stick to her forehead. Wiping her face with her shirt sleeve, Danah’s attention suddenly shifts to her phone when it blinks, signalling that she’s gotten a message.

As she scans the words, her eyes widen and she doesn’t waste time to press down the call button.

‘You have to go and get Samuel,’ she says as soon as her smaller sister picks up the phone, ‘he can’t walk home alone, he’s only six.’

‘Danah, I have a meeting right now and I can’t miss this. It’s for the annual fair,’ Lisa replies, tone clearly showcasing frustration. She can imagine Lisa tugging at her light brown strands, a habit she falls into whenever something doesn’t go her way, ‘And you know I can’t miss the annual fair. I’m the official president of the English Lit Club.’

‘But I can’t get to the school in time to get Samuel--’

‘He’s fine, Danah.’ Lisa lets out a huff, ‘Seriously. I’ve been walking home alone all my life. You don’t have to baby him so much.’

‘That was back when everywhere was still safe.’

‘You’re such a worry-wuss.’

Danah glances down at her watch, frown deepening on her face when she realizes that it will take a lot more time to get to Samuel’s school. ‘Alright well,’ Danah mumbles into the phone, already taking off towards the subway station in hopes of catching the earliest train, ‘I’ll just go get him.’

‘Are you sure?’ The obvious worry in Lisa’s voice echoes Danah’s own worries and she can’t help but bite down on her bottom lip at the thought that Samuel might get impatient and start walking home without her. Maybe he’ll think that nobody’s coming to get him. That is enough to fasten her pace until she’s actually running.

‘Yeah,’ Danah breathlessly murmurs before hanging up. She dashes through the streets and winds her way around the throng of people, practically launching herself onto the right train before the door closes in her face.

Spending a soft murmur of apology at having barrelled right into a couple of strangers, she quickly and efficiently waddles through until she finds a vacant spot, before her arms reach towards the wall, stabilizing her body against the moving ground.

It seems to take more than just thirty minutes to get to Samuel’s school and Danah is practically a heavying, sweaty mess when she finally catches sight of the familiar green gates. She squints, eyes scanning the front area before finding the figure of the said little boy she’d been looking for.

Taking a step forward, she’s about to call out her brother’s name before a frown blossoms over her face.

It’s not the fact that Samuel is sitting atop the front steps, swinging his feet excitedly.

It’s not the fact that he holds a lollipop in his hands, one that she doens’t recall putting into his school bag.

There’s a man sitting next to him, his lanky limbs turned to give the said boy his full attention.

And when the stranger finally lifts his eyes into her direction, Danah feels her throat closing with shock. Breaths escape her. Her chest tightens.

She’d recognize this face anywhere.

His ashy blonde strands. His defined jaw. His dark, brooding gaze that pierce right through her skull like a dagger.

Yoongi gazes at her for a full minute. She stares back with her jaw agape and a few beats of silence pass.

He smirks.

That snaps Danah back into action.

‘Samuel!’ she bellows, hoping her voice doesn’t give any of her fear away, hoping that Samuel can’t actually see the apprehending sense of horror crawling through her veins at the thought of this murderer being so close to him.

She walks over in hurried strides, barely managing to conceal her shaky hands while Samuel’s face lights up at her appearrance.

‘Danah!’ he cries, jumping up from his seat and not hesitating to wrap his arms around her mid-thighs. Lifting his head to give her a pout, Samuel throws her a look of accusation, ‘You’re late!’

‘I know, I know,’ Danah’s hand smoothes over her brother’s brown locks, ‘I’m sorry. Lisa was supposed to come pick you up but she couldn’t at the last minute and I just got off work when I read her message.’

‘It’s okay, He kept me company,’ Samuel’s finger jabs in the said man’s direction, ‘his name is Yoongi. He says he’s your friend.’

Danah freezes at that. He’s definitely not a friend and albeit the fact that he’s a murderer, this is her family he’s associating himself with. A trickle of annoyance flows through her, but she pushes it away as the memory of his pale hands curled around a dagger resurfaces in her mind.

She tries not to shiver. Without looking at him, Danah wraps a protective arm around Samuel’s shoulder, ‘I told you not to talk to strangers, Samuel.’

‘But he’s nice. He gave me a lollipop. He even knows your name! He says you’re friends with him. Is he your friend?’

‘No,’ She takes this chance to throw Yoongi a scowl, ‘No, I don’t know him.’

‘Come on Danah,’ The said man in question lifts himself up, causing the girl to flinch back on impulse. Panic is strumming through her like red alarm bells ringing, but she doesn’t want to alert Samuel nor does she want to cause a fit.

Yoongi has no business with her anymore. She doesn’t understand why he’s here. If he’d wanted her dead then he would’ve done so ages ago.

But why is he associating himself with her family?

‘We just talked yesterday,’ Yoongi’s smirk only grows upon noticing how she draws the younger boy closer, as if she’d pull him close enough he’d disappear right into her body and hide away from the said blonde murderer.

‘Leave Samuel out of this.’ Danah’s voice shakes with repressed anger, her eyes giving him a warning.

Yoongi’s head cocks, ‘Samuel enjoys my company. Don’t you Sam?’

Hearing her young brother’s endeared nae fall from this murderer’s mouth makes her want to slam a fist in his face. How dare he talk about Samuel that way? He has nothing to do with them and Danah wants it to stay that way.

‘Lollipop man told me all about his family.’ Samuel suddenly pipes up, ‘there’s Chang, who is like lollipop man’s dad except that he called him a bastard. And then there’s Hoseok, who lollipop man says has a small dick— ‘

‘Samuel!’ Danah clamps a hand over his mouth, eyes wide at such profanities, ‘you don’t say that kind of stuff.’

‘But lollipop man said it. What’s a small dick, Danah?’

The said girl’s eyes don’t hesitate to sweep right through to Yoongi, a glare etched on her face.

‘Leave us alone.’ There is barely restrained anger underlying her usually soft soprano, but Yoongi barely raises a brow before chuckling at her attitude.

He shoves his hands in his pockets before dipping his head down to Samuel, ‘I’ll see you around Sam, when your sister isn’t in the foulest mood.’

They both watch him stroll away, whistling a random tune as he turns onto a street. Danah’s heart is beating hard and fast, as if she’s just run a marathon, but the fear pumping through her veins adamantly reminds her of the danger that prevails.

She shouldn’t even be talking to him and she doesn’t want to. So why is he even bothering them in the first place?

Questions keep rolling about and churning inside her head, distracting her attention while she cooks up a simple eggs and broccoli for dinner. If her siblings noticed her silence then they didn’t say anything about it, and it’s not until Samuel is tucked safely in bed and Danah is sitting at their shared table that Lisa finally peels off her mask.

‘What’s wrong?’ Lisa asks, her gaze a permanent fixture on Danah’s figure while the said girl pauses, the money she’s busy counting suddenly feeling like lead in her hands.

‘Nothing.’ Danah finally mumbles although she knows itma not going to be enough to satisfy her sister.

‘Danah.’

‘What? I said it was nothing.’ Danah shrugs.

Lisa’s sigh echoes through the room before she starts combing through her hair using her nimble fingers. Danah impulsively touches her own dark mass, wondering how they can be related when they both look so entirely different.

‘Fine. Be that way. Don’t tell me.’ Lisa then squints ‘wait— are you mad at me because I couldn’t go fetch Samuel?’

‘God no.’ Danah feels like snorting. Of all things, that’s not even a worry to think about. But from Lisa’s confused frown, she can tell that Lisa isn’t buying any of it. She hurriedly adds, , ‘I just got in trouble with my boss, is all.’

That seems to satisfy her for she nods and resumes her work, allowing the older girl to get back to her multiple theories.

It keeps her up all night for the next days to come, but there is no sign of him, not in her presence nor with her siblings, whom she made sure to question about anything that might’ve seemed strange. Samuel doesn’t mention the lollpop man anymore and that calms her down somewhat, thinking that maybe he’a finally left them in peace.

That is, until one Friday evening.

Danah has just gotten ready for her night shift and is hurriedly scurrying down the sidewalk when a black motorcycle suddenly pulls over next to her. Frowning, she doesn’t hesitate to speed up her pace, only to yell in shock when a hand grabs at her before spinning her body around.

A hand clamps down on her mouth.

‘Don’t yell.’

Those eyes, she can recognize them anywhere.

Noticing her lack of struggle, Yoongi’s grip relaxes and Danah doesn’t hesitate to kick his shin as hard as she can. The man grunts, stumbling back while Danah breaks into a run down the street, legs pumping as she ignores her pounding heart.

But she doesn’t get very far, for all too soon he grabs onto her shoulder, whipping her around before pushing her into an alleyway. She stumbles, back slamming against the wall. Yoongi’s eyes are hard, dark with intent. One of his hands are at her shoulder, the other rests at the base of her neck. A threat.

‘You’re making this harder for both of us.’ He hisses, slackening his grip upon feeling her muscles go limp in resignation. Drawing back slightly, his nose wrinkles up in distaste, ‘You smell like fried fish.’

She looks at him for a moment, wondering whether he’s joking or not. But while she’d felt his threat loud and clear that one night where he paid her a visit at the restaurant, there doesn’t seem to be any bad intentions lingering through him, except for the fact that he’d practically cornered her into an alley without reason.

Her initial panic slowly turns into annoyance the more she looks at him. He’s busy removing dirt from his fingernails, but his eyes flicker up to hers as soon as he notices her brown orbs.

‘What?’ he drawls, as though she’s the one doing something bad when he clearly just might as well have abducted her.

‘I won’t tell anyone.’ She lifts her chin, ‘I told you that already.’

‘So?’

‘So,’ irritation pricks at her skin, ‘why are you constantly stalking me and my family?’

Yoongi looks up at her with a raised brow, ‘it’s fun.’ He says as if the statement is obvious enough.

Anger curls through her stomach, a sour taste filling the back of her tongue as her nostrils flare up in barely restrained irritation.

‘Please,’ she murmurs, ‘please just leave me alone.’

He cocks his head, eyes contemplating her in silence. He doesn’t say a word, only keeps watching her with an intense gaze that seems to pierce right through her skull. It’s so intense it makes her uncomfortable, until she squirms uncomfortably.

‘What?’ Her words, though she intended them as sharp, come out in a soft murmur. Nervous, her gaze slides away to the ground. Why is he staring at her like that?

‘I’m debating whether I’m amused or annoyed at the fact that you don’t seem scared.’ A smirk dances across his lips, ‘which one is it?’

‘Why did you show up at Samuel’s school?’ She shoots him a question instead.

‘Why can’t I?’

‘We had a deal. I keep your secret and you stay out of my life.’ Tiredness suddenly fills her. She doesn’t want any part of this. A part of her just doesn’t care about what he does. If he wants to kill her then so be it. Her finger slip through her hair and tugs at her brown locks, a frustrated sigh falling from her lips, ‘I’m not looking for any trouble. I just don’t want my family to get dragged into this.’

‘And they won’t be as long as you keep your end of the deal.’

Danah throws him a glare, ‘fine. Don’t talk to my brother again.’

Yoongi leans back against the opposite wall as his fingers fumble to take out a cigarette. He lights it up efficiently before taking a slow drag, ‘can’t promise you that. Your brother’s cute.’

‘Not a valid reason.’

‘Cuteness overrules everything.’

‘Don’t say that. It makes you sound like a pedophile.’

She’s actually surprised that he has the decency to flush. It’s slight, the tip of his ears glowing red as he hides his discomfort by taking another drag.

‘So,’ She says, glancing down ar her watch to realise that she’s doing to be late. And she can’t be late unless she wants to be fired this time, ‘are we good then?’

The blonde shrugs but doesn’t stop her when she slips out of the alleyway. Danah breathes out a sigh only when she’s finally turned the corner street, her heart practically pounding inside her chest as she processes the encounter she’s just had.

For god’s sake, he’s a murderer. Danah squeezes her eyes shut. Her fists dig so deep into her palms they draw out blood. I’m having casual conversation with a murderer.

She shouldn’t be speaking to him. She shouldn’t even be in the same area as he is. He’s dangerous, someone who can kill, someone who has the skill to do so.

And yet, there’s nothing that gives him away. She remembers his eyes, dark and as hard as walls blocking her out. But there hadn’t been any sign of danger, hadn’t been any indication that he might do something out of line. The merciless killer from that night and the blonde young man who cornered her are totally different people. It makes her wonder about him, about his private life. He did seem ruthless, slashing the victim’ throat and slipping away like a shadow in the dark of night. But the man whom she’s converses with, the man with the cigarette and who took out her trash, that man doesn’t seem to be as bad as she makes him out to be.

She shakes off all her internal discussion with her own brain as soon as she reaches her destination and pushing the door open, Danah decides that this can be dealt with later.

—————

She thought that Yoongi’s visits would cease once they’d talked it out in the alleyway. But clearly she’s wrong when she catches sight of hs familiar blonde mop beside Samuel’s a few days later.

Danah sighs, more resigned than fearful. After all, if he did want them dead then they’d already be buried in their graves by now.

She’d initially thought that the main reason was to ensure that she’d stay quiet about the whole ordeal. But now she isn’t really sure whether it’s about that at all, or that maybe he has too much time on his hands.

Maybe he’s just bored.

‘Samuel!’ She yells, stomping over to their figured before wrenching her brother behind her back.

She sends Yoongi a scowl, ‘What is it now?’ She barks out with impatience.

He brushes off invisible dust from his jeans, standing up to meet her gaze, ‘I was just passing by and your brother seemed lonely. How come you’re always late?’

‘That’s none of your business.’ She shoots back before turning on Samuel, ‘and you, I told you not to talk to strangers.’

‘But lollipop man’s not a stranger.’ Samuel blinks back innocently,’ he’s my friend!’

Danah’s eyebrows shoot up at the younger boy’s statement before she throws Yoongi a look that says that he’s going to regret it if he doesn’t drop this charade. Samuel is innocent and doesn’t know right from left -- who is Yoongi to interfere with that?

She has to remind herself that these are the hands of a killer, that this is face that has seen death and stared at it straight without batting an eyelash. This is a man who took a life, a man that will not hesitate to throw souls under a bus just because he’s been ordered to do so.

And that renders him even scarier, the fact that Yoongi may not appear to be what he truly is.

One thing is for sure; that Danah has never heard of stories involving murderers that end well.

It usually finishes with a grande finale of bloodshed and she isn’t sure whether she wants her life to end this way.

‘We’re going home.’ She doesn’t hesitate to make a grab for Samuel’s hand, pulling him physically away from the blonde haired man before starting to walk towards the bus stop. Samuel trails after her while stumbling his feet, stumbling on a few steps when he turns around to wave goodbye.

She catches her younger brother’s movements, sees the small grin that alights Yoongi’s face when he waves back, and hurriedly turns forward before shaking her head. He killed someone, she tries to remind herself, repeating it like an old tune over and over again in her head, He killed someone and he’s threatening to kill you if you don’t keep your end of the bargain.

No matter what Yoongi does or says, Danah can’t forget the gravity of what he’s done.

Because even though there’s a small flame of pity that alights inside her chest whenever she sees him all alone and by himself, she has to reign back her emotions, tell her mind that his life is not worth putting hers on the line.

‘Danah, why don’t you like lollipop man?’ Samuel’s question pulls her out of her own world of thoughts.

Glancing down at the said young boy, she presses her lips together in a sigh before replying, ‘He’s bad, Samuel. You shouldn’t be talking to him. He’s a bad, bad man.’

‘What did he do?’

‘Some very bad things that I can’t even tell you,’ Danah shakes her head, ‘You just have to listen to me alright? He’s bad and you shouldn’t be talking to him. It’s dangerous.’

She can feel Samuel’s gaze, can feel his judgement as he’s taking in all of her words and contemplating it over in his own mind. But she can’t face him, doesn’t want to when she knows she’s only going to see some flicker of doubt. And though she’s aware that what she’s saying is a lot of the truth, she can’t help but feel her chest get heavy at the thought of drawing people away from Yoongi on purpose. It’s not the fact that she feels something for the murderer, it’s not even the fact that she feels guilty about it because he deserves such a thing for taking away an innocent life. It’s because she feels somewhat responsible. All these days when Yoongi had been popping up randomly in her face, the times where she’d seen him even when she didn’t want to, it made it look like he doesn’t have much to do. That he doesn’t have many friends to visit or that he doesn’t have any friends at all. Which wouldn’t surprise her in the least due to his dangerous job.

And he’s been trying so hard to wriggle himself in the small cracks of her life that Danah wonders whether what he’s looking for is just the warmth of a human voice to talk to. She guesses that, due to the nature of his job, it’s hard to trust people.

Does he even have a job? She had just assumed that it was linked to the whole murder ordeal.

‘Alright.’ comes Samuel’s answer. Part of her is relieved to hear her brother agree so easily when he can sometimes be the brattiest kid on earth. And yet, a smaller portion of her brain hisses guiltily into her ear.

But Danah brushes it away. It’s for the best.

It always is.

 A/N: Here’s Part 2 of Smoke Rings and Cigarettes! I’m loving writing Yoongi in a mafia au it’s always been something I wanted to write about cause I’m just so intrigued by gangs and what they do even though I know it’s bad haha. Anyway, enjoy this one! PArt 3 is coming up soon!  Leave a heart and reblog! :) Thank you so much y’all for your support xx 

[kr-writing]

Magical School!AU (Hoshi)

when Hoshi was younger he loved naruto so he naruto-ran everywhere and his parents thought it was really cute and they took videos and stuff (if you watched them you’d find out the videos were just blurs of him zooming everywhere in a blur and sounds of his raucous giggly laughter) 

he was in the track team all throughout childhood and really really loved running because he always finished first and he also really liked the wind through his hair and the coach’s praises

ANYWAY

Hoshi in magical school is like. Normal Hoshi, super energetic and outgoing and kinda oblivious but Fast!!!

in a way,, Hoshi’s known around campus as the “blur of pink” everyone sees every morning 

which is how you get to know him. you’ve never actually seen his face up close or like. his face when he’s not speeding across the dining hall in a blur

but you know he exists !! because Bruh he has pink hair

so,, anyway when the new semester starts your friends decide “hey let’s all try out for the track team!!” because Club Credits yknow 

and honestly?? at first you’re not so sure because “......... i have earth powers?? i don’t know,, track?? Running?????? why when i can just. Walk.”

you’re pretty hesitant at first, but you hear your friends talking about how hoshi was made the new captain and you’re like ! “oh! pink hair guy!” 

you always thought it was pretty amusing how Hoshi could literally be seen every morning dashing from one place to another, like Every morning without fail

and you think,, hey! maybe making friends with him would be pretty fun, and i guess meeting new people is always interesting,, 

and so you join the school track team

the first practice is basically all the new comers sitting in the bleachers getting briefed by the coach while Hoshi stands next to him taking attendance on a clipboard and,, you never really noticed his looks because he was always running everywhere without stopping but he’s actually,,,,, pretty cute

with the sun shining on him and his eyes peeking through his pink bangs you’re like

hey his face is actually pretty attractive when you get to look at it 

and his silver dangling earring and his training gear?? and wow was he always this........ fit?? 

and the way he holds the clipboard is just so adorable,, you’re fixated on Hoshi the entire time and even when the coach is talking while chewing gum you’re just staring at Hoshi because Wow is he attractive 

at one point he turns to look at you and you’re like Shit and you turn away Embarrassed because he caught you looking???? wow what a Weirdo you must seem.....................

but Hoshi thinks it’s really endearing especially when he sees you blush the shade of his hair 

he smiles a bit (yknow his hamster-y smile where his teeth show a bit heheh) because well

that blushis.... thatissocuteomgthatis. the cutest thingever wowwhat. a cutehumanbeing I. wow. Cute.

after training ends that day you're going home on the train and as the train doors are about to close you see a blur of pink dashing in and suddenly Hoshi is standing right in front of you 

maybe a bit too close to you

“oh HEY!! you’re one of the new people in track!! hello!!! I’m Soonyoung but everyone just calls me Hoshi,, fancy seeing you in the train HAHAHAHahaahah a”

what a liar. he saw you walking out of school and even though he could just. Run and get home in 5 seconds he decided to take the train...... so he could see you and maybe talk to you..... smooth hoshi smooth.......

and you try not to be distracted but you really can’t help it,, up close you can see the way his pink hair falls over his eyes slightly and his posture just exudes a certain kind of assuredness

and while his smile reaches his eyes in a special way, his laugh is so,, unique and infectious and giggly 

Well shit you’re blushing again

“hello!! I’m uh Y/N,, you’re the one who took attendance today (yes,, you were staring at him the entire time...) right?”

his face lights up!! and you begin to have casual, small talk with this pink haired captain whose sports bag seems too heavy and whose heart seems big and full 

and.... after several “coincidental” train rides home together (you strangely live in the same neighborhood hm), you and Hoshi actually become pretty good friends!! 

you begin to learn more about him (”you’re in the spanish dance club???? what??? dude that’s so cool dance is so cool!!”)

and he starts to learn more about you too (when you laughed at his corny ass 10:10 joke he felt his heart literally. Skip a whole ass beat)

“Seokmin listen to me. they Laughed at my 10:10 joke. I think I just found me new soulmate.”

and as the both of you spend more time on the trains together going home, Hoshi really becomes a friend you can depend on for,, just about anything really

need to eat but don’t have time to make breakfast?

no problemo, Hoshi’s packed a burrito for you so you can eat it on the way to school in the morning train

stressing out over the Elemental Powers presentation tomorrow?

Hoshi’s got you covered, and has brought you a sandwich and coffee to help you through your hours in the library

just having a shit day in general?

fret not, Hoshi’s running over to your block to give you his million watt smile and do a goofy dance for you to cheer you up and assure you of the goodness in the world

and honestly, Hoshi’s become so fond of you he would literally do anything he can to make you happy and to help you in anyway he can  

(the way your nose scrunches up when you smile and your sleepy thank you’s are big factors in his valiant escapades to make you the happiest person on campus)

and as this happens,, you find yourself falling more for this lovable, dorky  spark of joy who’s way more than the speedy captain of the gold-medal track team

one day as the both of you head home after a particularly grueling practice (the coach had made everyone run 20 laps “for stamina” he said)

you realise (albeit late) that Hoshi doesn’t actually,,, have to take the train home

he doesn’t have to take the train anywhere

he literally has. Super speed

this Revelation has you confused and frozen in thought for awhile, until Hoshi bends down to look at your face

“penny for your thoughts?”

“why do you take the train home? i mean,, you can literally run at the speed of sound or light or anything really, shouldn’t you be able to run home in like. 5 seconds?”

and well you got Hoshi speechless for a while and Wait is he blushing???

with a blush on his cheeks as pink and bright as his hair, he stammers out a “u...uh........ Imeanpublictransportisforeveryone,,,, yknowliketaxesandallthat uh also I really like. talking to you everydayonthisdamntrain becauseyou’rehonestlythe,,, the most adorable person on campus”

cue You’re a blushing mess

cue You’re both blushing mess

you see Hoshi compose himself a little, his hands still swinging the handles on the train, the cheeky, giggly grin coming back onto his face like it never got replaced by a confused, stammering Soonyoung

“since you’re adorable and uh pink kinda goes with adorable,,, do you wanna,,, date???”

at this point he looks like a pleading puppy with his eyes shining with hope and Come on you can’t reject him,, that’s just not realistic

also you’ve had a thing for him ever since the first track practice wow are you Whipped

you laugh a bit, because the situation is playing out pretty damn differently from what you had expected; instead of your quiet pining disappearing into nothing,, the radiant man of your daydreams asked you out :”)

“yeah, I... I do wanna date you”

cue smiley soft you and Hoshi (”call me Soonyoung now!! or maybe just call me soon ;))))) ) riding the train home together with your hands intertwined and your smiles bright and unbridled

hello everyone!! I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD I’m doing a new AU (again LOL) because I really love AUs,, and this one will be based mostly on the idols i write for having superpowers and going to college?? so honestly really similar to a college au but just. They have superpowers because that’s cute okay

I might not write for all the members again (because sometimes writing the same thing over and over again gets repetitive and uninspired), so do drop me asks requesting for any member (of vixx, svt and bts) and I might do it!!

thank you guys for reading my stuff,,, it really does mean alot to me :~~~)

love, Jyn 

[hemlockdumpling]

South Park 2017 Advent Calendar ~ Day 5 HONOURABLE MENTION *SPOILERS*

Every five days during my South Park Advent Calendar, I will do little honourable mention lists for extra special stuff outside of the Episode Countdown. Today will be 10 Characters I Want To See Return To The Show. They have to be alive (sadly, no Pip) AND have not had a talking role in at least two Seasons. Doesn't matter if they have a slim chance in returning or not. Here we go.

10 Characters I Want To See Return To South Park

1. JESUS

First Seen: "The Spirit of Christmas: Jesus vs Frosty" Last Seen: "A Scause For Applause" (Season 16)

Founder of Christianity and member of Super Best Friends, Jesus made regular appearances in the early days of South Park, from the pilot special where he fought Frosty the Snowman to various episodes like "Damien, Big Gay Al's Big Gay Boat Ride, The Mexican Staring Frog of Southern Sri Lanka, Mr Hanky's Christmas Classics," and "Are You There, God? It's Me, Jesus." As the seasons rolled on, he was seen less frequently, though his more prominent roles were in "Super Best Friends" (S5,) "Red Sleigh Down" (S6,) "Fantastic Easter Special" (S11,) and the "200/201" two-parter. His last two appearances in Season 16 ~ "Butterballs" and "A Scause For Applause" ~ were a little more negative and even mean spirited, so it would be nice, given all the hysteria and confusion in later storylines, for a voice of reason from the past to return to help out. His positivity and generally chill attitude makes for a calming presence when things get bad. Jesus returns in The Fractured But Whole to bless you no matter what you believe in, so let's get that cool Jesus back, please? You have to wonder, though, is Jesus n' Pals still running or is Jesus a Full-Time SBF?

2. BOOK MOBILE DRIVER

First and Last Seen: "Chickenlover" (Season 2)

As a book lover and library assistant, I honestly liked the Book Mobile Driver from Season 2's "Chickenlover." I'm aware that drawing younger readers in to embracing "the magic of reading" is very difficult. Many kids do love their local libraries, something that warms my heart, and the honesty of the South Park boys in this episode, that reading is dumb and boring? It's not a bad thing because it reflects societal issues and what turns away some kids from this pursuit. I still get a giggle out the way the Book Mobile Driver presents himself to the children in this episode because I get it. I get that magic of reading because it's something I love and feel very passionate about. The chicken "loving" thing? Not so much. Libraries do not condone Chickenlover and his chicken loving ways. Definitely not. (South Park really does make me say the darnedest things.) His encouragement towards getting Barbrady to take up reading is endearing and positive, even if the way he goes about it is less than ideal. *sigh* There's really two problems with the Book Mobile Driver returning. The first is that it's never really confirmed whether Chickenlover is still alive or not. Some fans believe the nightstick blow to the head from Officer Barbrady actually killed him at the end of the episode, whereas others propose he's still alive, just knocked out. In fact, there's a very similar looking character seen in "Cartoon Wars, Part 1" running across the Community Centre, albeit with a slight difference to hairstyle. Could this be a released Book Mobile Driver, starting a new life? Secondly, his criminal record. The people of South Park will remember what he did, which would get in the way of any potential story line surrounding the role books, libraries and bookstores play in today's society. Unless we get a similar character in a literacy promoting role? A shame since that's something I would like to see.

3. THE COTSWOLDS

First Seen: "Hooked On Monkey Fonics" (S3) Last Seen: "Hooked On Monkey Fonics" (Rebecca) / "Imaginationland" (Mark)

Bless this Episode for giving us the Cotswolds. Two home-schooled siblings take part in a Spelling Bee with the South Park elementary students, not only winning, but Mark in particular becomes curious of public school, begging his parents to attend and "be like other kids." His sister, Rebecca, a Spelling Champion with the cutest mannerisms, still prefers her life the way it is...until Kyle encourages her, hoping to take her to the school dance. Aside from the way Rebecca is treated in the later stages of the episode, with some rather unfortunate shaming implications, this was a sweet little episode that made me hope the two would return in the future. Unfortunately, Rebecca has never been seen again since her debut and her brother Mark has been seen on at least three other occasions as a background character ("Professor Chaos" as a potential Fourth Friend," "The Death Camp of Tolerance" and even as late as Season 11 in "Imaginationland" at Cartman's party.) Perhaps Mark stayed on at public school like he said, while Rebecca returned to Homeschooling. We can only wish.

4. NURSE GOODLY

First Seen: "Cartman's Mom is Still a Dirty Sl*t" (S2)

When South Park nurses come to mind, the first one that fans may recall is Nurse Gollum, but there is one other that appeared early on that caught my attention and I would love to see again. Nurse Goodly, a nurse at Hells Pass Hospital. One of few red-haired characters in South Park (Red Heads represent,) she works hard at her job and offers support to the boys during the blizzard when things take a turn for the worst. Outside of her first appearance, Nurse Goodly also performs her duties in South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (with prosthetic arms) and during a dream sequence in "Cartman Joins NAMBLA." For the short time she appears in the show, I really thought she was Boss in her profession and it would be nice to see her return.

5. BRADLEY

First and Last Seen: "Cartman Sucks" (S11)

For the second time on this list, bless this soul. Bradley was Butters' "Acountibilibuddy" at Camp New Grace in "Cartman Sucks." In a camp dedicated to "praying the gay away," this poor boy is tormented, told his thoughts and curiosity about other boys is unnatural and wrong. The pressure is too much and he attempts to take his own life, only to be slowly talked back down by Butters. Sweetly enough, Bradley is seen in the Season 17 opening, fishing off a bridge, but it would be nice to catch up with him and see if him and Butters kept in touch after they left camp.

6. CHEF'S PARENTS ~ THOMAS AND NELLE MCELROY

First Seen: "The Succubus" (S3) Last Seen: "Red Sleigh Down" (S6)

Do I really have to spell out why I love these two? Really? Okay. They live in Scotland (Scotland represent) and their stories about the Loch Ness Monster hounding them for money is the absolute best. It's another one of those Early Day South Park memories I have, but it makes them all the more memorable. They seemed like a sweet married couple, returning in "The Biggest Douche in the Universe" to help out Cartman. Mr and Mrs McElroy are last seen in "Red Sleigh Down" back in Season 6, but are strangely absent at Chef's funeral later. Perhaps with Chef's absence from the show, they are very unlikely to return, but it would be nice to hear one of those Loch Ness stories again. This Scottish fan would love that.

7. MICKEY MOUSE

First Appearance: "Imaginationland" (Season 11) ~ Uncut DVD version Last Appearance: "Obama Wins!" (S16)

Yes, we're talking THAT Mickey Mouse. Anyone ever talked a little like Mickey, but said stuff that the Keyblade Master King would NEVER say? That's South Park Mickey for you. As the real head of Disney, Mr Mouse markets the boy band, the Jonas Brothers, to little girls, pushing the hot boy band angle with all the sexiness you'd expect, but get the band to promote Purity Rings so they don't get caught doing it and face a PR disaster. That make sense? Okay. Listening to the voice of Mickey saying all this kind of stuff, anything that isn't U rated, is always going to sound hilarious and him being the Big Bad is just funny stuff all around. He remains on the dark side in the two parter "200/201" as well as "Obama Wins!", still being money hungry and foul mouthed as ever. Can we get him back, please?

8. THOMAS

First and Last Seen: "Le Petit Tourette" (Season 11)

What is it with these one-shot characters? In "Le Petit Tourette," Thomas is a boy who lives with Tourette's Syndrome, mortified every time he is in public because he feels he embarrasses himself and his mother. He was the heart of this episode, showing that for someone like Cartman who fakes having the condition only to blurt out obscenities without punishment, seeing it as a "Golden Ticket," there are people out there who struggle with the condition, who face ridicule and hardships every day. Thomas, in particular, opens up to Kyle about his life, that he fears going out in public, considers himself the cause of his parents separating and that he feels his mother would be happier without him. It is this emotional core to the episode that gives it something a little extra, which is why Thomas ~ for me ~ is a fondly remembered character, and one I would love to see return. Perhaps Thomas and Craig did hang out once or twice and stay friends? Maybe Kyle still talks to him after the episode's end?

9. THE MOLE

First Seen: "South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut" Last Seen: "Two Guys Naked In A Hot Tub" (S3)

How shameful to admit I almost forgot about Christophe. I was close to putting Corey from "Informative Murder Porn" on the list, a similar character with a secret agenda, when I remembered the Golden Rule of the Movie. Everyone that died came back. Thus, everyone's favourite undercover, cursing Mole enters. With a heavy French accent, Christophe ~ aka "The Mole" ~ assists the boys in sneaking into the USO show to rescue Terrance and Phillip, only for things to go horribly wrong. For the short time he graces our screens, he made an impression, one that still lasts. He got a sneaky cameo in Season 3's "Two Guys Naked In A Hot Tub," reminding us he's still around, so maybe he's long overdue another cameo or three?

10. DAMIEN THORN

First Seen: "Damien" (Season 1) Last Seen: "Oh, Jeez" (Season 20) / Last Talking Role ~ The Stick of Truth"

Wow. This takes me back. Though Damien is seen as late as Season 20 ("Oh, Jeez,") his last talking role to memory seems to be in The Stick Of Truth if the New Kid finds him in the Cinema. Other than being an unlockable character in South Park Rally, Damien is only heard in his first ever episode, "Damien" in Season 1. The Son Of Satan is seen in the background often and was even a potential candidate to be the Fourth Friend to replace Kenny in Season 6, though he lost to Tweek. Maybe it's the nostalgia talking, but it's another fondly remembered episode from the early days, whether it's the high-pitched voice cursing eternal damnation that Matt Stone gives him or that ominous chanting, he's someone I always hoped would get another chance to shine, even if in a minor role. Sadly, with Pip gone, he will have to try and find new friends again. Maybe a new episode with Damien and Satan, life as father and son? Try not to turn your new friends into fireworks?

Hope you liked my list. Who would you like to see return to South Park?