#i feel so bad for gingerbread man
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LET IT SNOW!
PAIRING — ateez x reader
GENRE — fluff, romance, established relationship, holidays, boyfriend!ateez, gn!reader
WARNINGS — no warnings apply;; just a lot of sappy sweetness <3
WORD COUNT — 2.6k
SUMMARY — fluffy snow, holiday movies, hot chocolate, and freshly baked gingerbread cookies. it’s the most wonderful time of the year!
HONGJOONG — “oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful.”
“it’s still snowing.” your voice was soft, barely audible over the crackling fire. snow fell gently outside the window, and while your head rested on a warm chest, you watched it fondly. you weren’t sure if you were heard until there was a small chuckle above you.
“the forecast called for lots of wintery weather,” hongjoong responded, shifting a bit so he could watch the snow with you. you lifted your head to allow him room to move, and once he was comfortable again, you nuzzled your face into his chest. his sweater was soft, and you inhaled his scent that was tangled in the fabric. “i don’t think the snow will be letting up any time soon.”
you hummed. you absentmindedly toyed with the edge of his sweater, liking the way it felt. you were comfortable just like this — laying on his chest, the two of you on the couch under a heap of blankets, and warm from the heat of the fire. free days like today were rare for hongjoong, and you were simply glad to be in his presence. you didn’t need to go out to do anything; watching the cold snow from the warmth of each other’s arms was enough. after some time of silence, you spoke up, “hey, hongjoong?”
“hm?” he sounded sleepy. you gazed up at him to find his eyes closed.
“i love you. and i’m glad we got to spend time together today.” your voice, while quiet, was full of conviction. you saw his lips curl into that smile you adored so much, and affection swirled in your chest.
hongjoong opened his eyes and bent his head to place a soft kiss against your hair. his arms grew tighter around you. “i love you, too,” he paused for a moment, feeling emotion for you surge, “and i wouldn’t trade these moments with you for anything.”
SEONGHWA — “and since we’ve no place to go, let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!”
“seonghwa! we can’t have a snowman without a nose!”
“i don’t think it matters,” seonghwa replied. he noticed you stop what you were doing, gloved hands frozen over the round rump of the man-shaped snow pile. he winced, immediately regretting his choice of words.
the debate of whether or not a snowman needed a nose was put to rest the moment you shot your boyfriend a glare. of course a snowman had to have a nose! duh! “yes, it does! now help me find something we can use.”
seonghwa was eager to aid you in your search for a nose, feeling a little bad about his earlier comment. the search was short lived since mostly everything was buried under inches of snow. “don’t snowmen usually have, i don’t know, carrots for noses?”
“yeah, but i didn’t think to pick up any carrots at the grocery store,” you said with a pout. your shoulders slumped in defeat. “there’s got to be sticks or something we could use…”
“it’s all under the snow,” seonghwa pointed out. at your pouty face, he smiled. he put a hand on your shoulder. “you know, our snowman may not have a nose, but —” he took the knitted hat off his own head and placed it on the snowman’s, “—he does have a cute hat!”
you giggled, appreciating your boyfriends attempt to make you feel better. it worked, and you instantly felt much more cheery. you looked over your snowman and smiled. “he looks good in that hat, but i think it looks better on you.”
seonghwa laughed as he leaned in to kiss your cold cheek. “of course it does, but i think i’ll let him keep it.”
you nuzzled yourself into his side in search for warmth. despite the layers of sweaters and jackets, the winter air still managed to get to you. “let’s go inside. all this snowman building has me freezing!”
seonghwa lead you inside, the two of you remaining close together. “sounds like we need some hot chocolate, yeah?”
YUNHO — “man it doesn’t show signs of stopping, and i brought me some corn for popping.”
“all these holiday movies are the same,” yunho critiqued just as the movie ended. he stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth while he watched the credits roll.
you huffed. “so what? i still like them. they’re nice and make you feel good! plus they always help to get you in that christmas spirit!”
yunho smiled at you fondly just as you finished speaking. “i know you like them,” he said, reaching over to grasp your hand in his. his larger hand overwhelmed yours, something that never failed to make the both of you laugh. “that’s why i sit here and watch them with you, even if they bore me to tears.”
you bumped his shoulder with yours. “i appreciate that.”
“so, are we watching another one?” yunho knew the answer already. another movie was starting just moments later. he reclined into the couch cushion, patting his chest in invitation.
you grinned and cuddled into his chest. when he sat the bowl of popcorn on his lap, you took the opportunity to grab you some. you watched the movie in comfortable silence, enjoying the time spent together. about halfway through, you had an idea. “hey, after this, do you wanna bake some cookies?”
yunho kissed the top of your head. cookies sounded very good, and his mouth was already watering at the thought of the warm and sweet treats. “as long as i’m with you, i’m up for anything.”
YEOSANG — “the lights are turned way down low. let it snow! let it snow!”
you took a step back to appreciate your work. you felt proud, eyes twinkling as you took in the sight of the glimmering tree. “it’s beautiful!”
yeosang, who had helped you decorate the tree, nodded in agreement beside you. the tree was alive with ornaments, shiny tinsel, and flickering lights. a star shined brightly at the top. “it is. you did a good job, babe.”
you blushed at the compliment. “not just me, you helped, too!” you reached for him and circled your arms around him, pulling him in close. your heart skipped when he returned the embrace, his scent filling your senses.
“the tree looks the same every year,” yeosang pointed out, and you didn’t know where he was going with that until he continued, “but every year i’m astonished at how pretty it looks.”
you giggled as you looked up at him. “i think it looks prettier after decorating it with your favorite person.”
“i think so, too,” he agreed. he gazed down at you, and affection buzzed between you. his face was very close to yours, leaving him only inches to cross if he wanted to. he looked so handsome amidst the colorful lights. you could see the lights from the tree playing in his dark eyes. “i never was into the holidays, at least not until i met you. you make me enjoy this time of year.”
you were touched. yeosang wasn’t a man of many words, but the words he did say were always so heartfelt and genuine. he never failed to remind you of just how much you meant to him. “i love you.”
yeosang finally closed the space between you, lips meeting yours in a slow kiss. “i love you, too.”
SAN — “when we finally kiss goodnight, how i’ll hate going out in the storm.”
you always loved christmas parties with friends. it made this time of year even more fun. wooyoung liked throwing a few of them at his place every year, and they were never short of a good time. especially once the eggnog got spiked (no one could figure out who kept putting alcohol in it, but everyone suspected mingi).
you sat on a couch in a less rowdy area. wooyoung’s apartment wasn’t the most spacious, and with so many people there wasn’t many places to go. but this little space in the living room was at least less crazy than the other side of the room, where wooyoung and yunho were taking shots while an exasperated hongjoong watched. you took a sip of your hot chocolate, enjoying the warm, chocolatey goodness.
“i wonder if alcohol would taste good in hot chocolate,” came san’s voice. he sat next to you with his own cup of hot chocolate.
you offered a smile towards your boyfriend. new boyfriend. the two of you had only started dating last month, but you’d been friends way before that. you were still acclimating to this new dynamic with san; going from friends to lovers was a major transition, but you both were happy to explore this relationship together. “nah, wouldn’t want to ruin a good thing. hot chocolate is superior on its own.”
san laughed and nodded in agreement. “yeah, maybe you’re right. besides, i think the spiked eggnog is a good example of what happens when alcohol gets in the mix.” you both eyed the commotion across the room with amusement.
“yeah,” you said into your cup. you hummed in enjoyment.
“hey, y/n?”
you met san’s eyes. heat rose to your cheeks when you noticed how close he was. you waited for him to say something, but no words ever left his mouth. instead, his lips met yours before you knew it. they were soft and tasted like chocolate, and you sought them out again just as he made to pull away.
san smiled into the kiss. “you had a hot chocolate mustache.”
you attempted to respond, but Wooyoung interrupted you before you responded.
“you guys realize we can see you, right?”
MINGI — “but if you’ll really hold me tight, all the way home i’ll be warm.”
mingi shivered. “must we really find a tree out here? it’s freezing!”
“oh, come on! being out in the snow, looking for that one perfect tree, it’s all part of the fun!” you made sure to not let him see you shiver.
mingi rolled his eyes. “i’d rather be at home, nice and warm. now that’s fun.”
you ignored him and kept on walking with him in tow. you went all over the tree farm in search for the best looking tree. it took a while, but eventually you found it, and you jumped for joy as you gazed at the full, lush tree. “mingi, this is the one!”
mingi eyed the tree. “it looks the same as the others?” you stilled, shooting him a cold look. he watched your smile fade, and guilt coiled in his chest.
“do you not enjoy doing this stuff with me?” you asked and he felt even worse. mingi sighed.
“i do,” he revealed as he stepped closer to you. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel like i don’t enjoy doing this with you. truth is, i enjoy it, i’m just a wimp when it comes to the cold.”
you smiled, elated over his words. “i know you hate the cold, and you still came with me despite that.”
“so apology accepted?”
“yeah, apology accepted.”
mingi grinned. “good, now come over here and hug me before i freeze!”
you laughed and wrapped your arms around him. you both reveled in the heat your bodies brought. mingi held you tight while you buried your face in his neck. “better?”
he nodded. “better.”
WOOYOUNG — “and the fire is slowly dying. and, my dear, we’re still goodbying.”
“that looks more like a gingerbread blob than a gingerbread man.” you rolled your eyes at wooyoung’s comment.
“so what he doesn’t like like a normal gingerbread man. i think he’s perfect just the way he is!” you gazed down at your gingerbread blo — gingerbread man. “and it doesn’t matter what they look like as long as they taste good.”
wooyoung laughed as he began piping icing onto his much more aesthetically pleasing and anatomically correct gingerbread cookies. “that’s what everyone who can’t bake says!”
you scoffed and swatted at his arm. you were glad when you caused him to mess up one of his cookies. “you are in my kitchen and you insult me? the audacity! i think you should leave!” you bit back a laugh when he made a face at you.
“it’s practically a blizzard outside. i’m not going anywhere in that weather. you’re stuck with me now!” wooyoung was so amused.
“fine, but you’re sleeping on the couch.” you started to decorate your batch of oddly shaped cookies. and in your opinion? they looked way better than wooyoung’s!
“oh really? then what must i do to get back into your good graces so i can be with you in the warm bed tonight?” wooyoung stopped what he was doing to look at you. you looked cute while you concentrated, focus on your cookies. really, your cookies looked a million times worse than his, but he couldn’t help but admire the way you looked at your batch so fondly.
you held up a finished cookie. it had a rounded shape with four nubs that only barely resembled hands and feet, and the icing work was slightly messy. wooyoung almost laughed, but refrained before he could let it slip. “you’ve got to admit my cookies are better!”
wooyoung sighed. “guess i’m sleeping on the couch then.” when you gave him a shocked look, he allowed himself to laugh. when you reached out to swat at him again, he caught your hand and pulled you close. “just kidding. your cookies are better than mine.”
you rolled your eyes, sitting the gingerbread blob on the counter. “it’s a good thing i love you, you know that?”
wooyoung pecked your lips. “i know.”
JONGHO — “but as long as you’d love me so, let it snow! let it snow! and snow!”
one thing was for sure: jongho was a ruthless opponent in a snowball fight.
he was relentless, throwing snowball after snowball at you. there wasn’t anywhere for you to go. your only opportunities to retaliate were the small spaces of time between his blows. you didn’t really land many hits on him, and after every missed snowball he’d laugh hysterically. you were about to admit defeat until you hatched an idea.
you waited until he sent a particularly hard snowball your way, and when it made contact with your side, you let out a loud yelp while falling to the snowy ground. you stayed down, feigning pain with your hands pressing into your side. jongho stood some distance away, unsure of what had happened. at first he was confused, but when you didn’t get back up, he rushed to your side.
“babe! are you okay?” he pulled you into his arms, eyes scanning over your body to find where you were injured. you had him right where you wanted him.
you gripped some snow into your gloved hand and smooshed it into his face. you were never going to forget the look on his face. you smiled victoriously. “gotcha!”
jongho grinned. “not fair!” his fingers poked into your sides, tickling you relentlessly.
you wiggled in his hold, not even caring about the cold snow under you. your laughter filled the winter air, accompanied by the sound of jongho’s own amusement. “okay, okay! i’m sorry! i surrender!”
“oh no! it’s too late for that!”
the tickling didn’t cease until many moments later. your sides hurt from his fingers and your laughter. you rested in his arms with your head on his shoulder. neither of you made a move to break apart, even though the snow was beginning to seep into your clothes. “i can’t believe you fell for it.”
jongho chuckled. “i can’t believe you cheated.”
“at least i managed to get one hit. i’m proud of myself.” you looked up at his cheek, still covered in snow. you kissed it as your way of apologizing. “i’ll play fair from now on, okay?”
“and i’ll take it easier on you from now on. maybe.”
AUTHOR’S NOTES — now that it’s december, i’m feeling the holiday spirit! i know fluff is so rare for me, but i just felt like posting something soft would be a good way to start off the holiday season 🎄
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christmas festivities hcs
masterlist
james potter
making gingerbread houses
- the potters are THE family when it comes to christmas traditions
- james is like one of those dads on vacation with an itinerary for the whole month of december
- he will be partaking in every christmas festivity
- and so will you, like it or not
- and he will be referring to anyone who complains even once as ‘scrooge’
- his favorite, without a doubt, is decorating gingerbread houses
- because this man is competitive
- he loves you, but there’s no way he will let you make a better gingerbread house than him
- he wanted to bake his own like his mom used to do when he was a kid
- but he is no longer a kid
- and you are not his mom
- so he settles for the pre-assembled ones
- gets soooo pouty when yours starts looking better than his
“i think they gave you better icing or something”
- excuses
- you leave for one second to wash your hands
- and come back to his gingerbread house lights (mini gummies) actually flickering
“jamie! we agreed no magic!”
“you can’t prove anything!”
- he’s such a sore loser omg
- says he doesn’t care whose turns out better
- liar
- insists that you do one together
- more like he watches you do one and claims half the work
- sits you in his lap while you work on it
- his only contribution is a heart on the side with your initials in it
- he’s so cute y’all
- wraps his arms around your middle and snuggles into your neck
- hums along to the christmas music playing in the background
- gets bored and stands up, taking you with him
- dances around the dining room to festive music until his parents return home
- and immediately asks them whose is better
- doesn’t care my ass 🙄
“they’re both great jamie”
“y/n’s.”
“…”
“what? i’m not going to lie to my son”
- will need to snuggle on the couch to a christmas movie after that
- his poor little feelings :,(
sirius black
decorating the tree
(contemplating writing a fic for this, lmk what you think)
- sirius never got to decorate a christmas tree as a kid
- they always had one, and he helped put ornaments on
- but it always ended in him getting yelled at for putting them in the wrong place
- and they always had to match the theme
- if he brought an ornament home from school, it went straight into a box
- so when you get a tree for your place, he fully intended to sit back and let you do all the work
- you bring in a few boxes of ornaments and he tells you he’ll get all of them out
- he doesn’t want his baby poking themselves on the sharp part
- he goes through the first box and there’s nothing special
- some cute ornaments you made as a child that your family was willing to part with
- a cute set of a wolf, deer, dog, and rat that james insisted on everyone getting
- then he moves on to the next box
- and it’s full of ornaments from his family home that never got put on the tree
- he doesn’t even care how you got them, he just feels so appreciated for once
- he associates christmas with some not so good memories, and he loves you so much for trying to replace them
- sets the box down and hugs you so tight
- you swear you hear sniffles, but that’s neither here nor there
- lifts you up to put the star on top of the tree
“nice view from down here. star looks pretty good too”
- you step back to admire your work and he can’t stop smiling
- he’s so proud of it
- the tree is nowhere near as pretty as the ones he was used to
- but it was the best tree he had ever seen
- because it was yours
- and it showcased how much you love him
remus lupin
family christmas party
- oh he is NERVOUS
- he’s met your family before, but this is a big deal to him
- because it’s the holidays and your whooooole family will be there
- you try to tell him that there’s no way he could make a bad impression
- he has tea with madam pince once a week, older people adore him
- you offer to pick him up but he insists on coming over alone
- which was a BIG mistake
- he went to a christmas party at the potter’s last year and was severely underdressed
- how was he supposed to know you have to dress fancy for christmas parties?? they don’t do that in the movies
- he was not going to do that again
- but your family does not wear suits to a christmas party
- weirdo pureblood traditions
- when he walk in and everyone is in comfy clothes?
- he has never felt more embarrassed
- his face is so red it could pass for an ornament
“you have more christmas sweaters than anyone i’ve ever met, and today is the day you decide not to wear one?”
- aside from a few of your uncles teasing him, everyone thinks he looks quite charming
- i mean, he’s already an attractive boy
- he can only look better in a suit
- besides, he’ll take a few teasing comments if it means he gets doted on by your mom
- whines to you once you’re in private that you should have told him
- you’re so mean
- remus lupin is a big baby
- luckily, you have a few of his sweaters
- you lead him into your bedroom to change
“door open y/n!”
- as if remus would ever do something inappropriate in your childhood home!
- he so would
- will NOT stop sniffing his sweater that now smells exactly like you
- it gets to present time and remus doesn’t expect to get anything
- and he’s fine with that !!!!
- he’s just happy to be there
- rests his head on your shoulder and watches everyone pass around presents
- you play with his hair and that’s enough of a gift for him
- but omg remus this one has your name on it!
- and it’s from you and your parents
- he smiles so big and assured them over and over that they didn’t have to do that
- he opens it up and it’s a pair of pajamas
- you tell him they match the ones that you three have
- and that’s the sweetest thing he has ever heard
- you guys want him to match you 🥺
- after everyone leaves, you all change into them and watch a christmas movie
- you snuggle up on the couch and he holds you tight
- occasionally kissing your forehead and thanking you for tonight
“you know, they can’t yell at us to leave the door open if they’re asleep”
- he’s so cheeky
- but who are you to deny him
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A year in illustration, 2023 edition (part one)
(This is part one; part two is here.)
I am objectively very bad at visual art. I am bad at vision, period – I'm astigmatic, shortsighted, color blind, and often miss visual details others see. I can't even draw a stick-figure. To top things off, I have cataracts in both eyes and my book publishing/touring schedule is so intense that I keep having to reschedule the surgeries. But despite my vast visual deficits, I thoroughly enjoy making collages for this blog.
For many years now – decades – I've been illustrating my blog posts by mixing public domain and Creative Commons art with work that I can make a good fair use case for. As bad as art as I may be, all this practice has paid off. Call it unseemly, but I think I'm turning out some terrific illustrations – not all the time, but often enough.
Last year, I rounded up my best art of the year:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/25/a-year-in-illustration/
And I liked reflecting on the year's art so much, I decided I'd do it again. Be sure to scroll to the bottom for some downloadables – freely usable images that I painstakingly cut up with the lasso tool in The Gimp.
The original AD&D hardcover cover art is seared into my psyche. For several years, there were few images I looked at so closely as these. When Hasbro pulled some world-beatingly sleazy stuff with the Open Gaming License, I knew just how to mod Dave Trampier's 'Eve Of Moloch' from the cover of the Players' Handbook. Thankfully, bigger nerds than me have identified all the fonts in the image, making the remix a doddle.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/12/beg-forgiveness-ask-permission/#whats-a-copyright-exception
Even though I don't keep logs or collect any analytics, I can say with confidence that "Tiktok's Enshittification" was the most popular thing I published on Pluralistic this year. I mixed some public domain Brother's Grimm art, mixed with a classic caricature of Boss Tweed, and some very cheesy royalty-free/open access influencer graphics. One gingerbread cottage social media trap, coming up:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/21/potemkin-ai/#hey-guys
To illustrate the idea of overcoming walking-the-plank fear (as a metaphor for writing when it feels like you suck) I mixed public domain stock of a plank, a high building and legs, along with a procedurally generated Matrix "code waterfall" and a vertiginous spiral ganked from a Heinz Bunse photo of a German office lobby.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/22/walking-the-plank/
Finding a tasteful way to illustrate a story about Johnson & Johnson losing a court case after it spent a generation tricking women into dusting their vulvas with asbestos-tainted talcum was a challenge. The tulip (featured in many public domain images) was a natural starting point. I mixed it with Jesse Wagstaff's image of a Burning Man dust-storm and Mike Mozart's shelf-shot of a J&J talcum bottle.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/01/j-and-j-jk/#risible-gambit
"Google's Chatbot Panic" is about Google's long history of being stampeded into doing stupid things because its competitors are doing them. Once it was Yahoo, now it's Bing. Tenniel's Tweedle Dee and Dum were a good starting point. I mixed in one of several Humpty Dumpty editorial cartoon images from 19th century political coverage that I painstakingly cut out with the lasso tool on a long plane-ride. This is one of my favorite Humpties, I just love the little 19th C businessmen trying to keep him from falling! I finished it off with HAL 9000's glowing red eye, my standard 'this is about AI' image, which I got from Cryteria's CC-licensed SVG.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/16/tweedledumber/#easily-spooked
Though I started writing about Luddites in my January, 2022 Locus column, 2023 was the Year of the Luddite, thanks to Brian Merchant's outstanding Blood In the Machine:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/26/enochs-hammer/#thats-fronkonsteen
When it came time to illustrate "Gig Work Is the Opposite of Steampunk," I found a public domain weaver's loft, and put one of Cryteria's HAL9000 eyes in the window. Magpie Killjoy's Steampunk Magazine poster, 'Love the Machine, Hate the Factory,' completed the look.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/12/gig-work-is-the-opposite-of-steampunk/
For the "small, non-profit school" that got used as an excuse to bail out Silicon Valley Bank, I brought back Humpty Dumpty, mixing him with a Hogwartsian castle, a brick wall texture, and an ornate, gilded frame. I love how this one came out. This Humpty was made for the SVB bailout.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/23/small-nonprofit-school/#north-country-school
The RESTRICT Act would have federally banned Tiktok – a proposal that was both technically unworkable and unconstitutional. I found an early 20th century editorial cartoon depicting Uncle Sam behind a fortress wall that was keeping a downtrodden refugee family out of America. I got rid of most of the family, giving the dad a Tiktok logo head, and I put Cryteria's HAL9000 eyes over each cannonmouth. Three Boss Tweed moneybag-head caricatures, adorned with Big Tech logos, rounded it out.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/30/tik-tok-tow/#good-politics-for-electoral-victories
When Flickr took decisive action to purge the copyleft trolls who'd been abusing its platform, I knew I wanted to illustrate this with Lucifer being cast out of heaven, and the very best one of those comes from John Milton, who is conveniently well in the public domain. The Flickr logo suggested a bicolored streaming-light-of-heaven motif that just made it.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/01/pixsynnussija/#pilkunnussija
Old mainframe ads are a great source of stock for a "Computer Says No" image. And Congress being a public building, there are lots of federal (and hence public domain) images of its facade.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/04/cbo-says-no/#wealth-tax
When I wrote about the Clarence Thomas/Harlan Crow bribery scandal, it was easy to find Mr. Kjetil Ree's great image of the Supreme Court building. Thomas being a federal judge, it was easy to find a government photo of his head, but it's impossible to find an image of him in robes at a decent resolution. Luckily, there are tons of other federal judges who've been photographed in their robes! Boss Tweed with the dollar-sign head was a great stand-in for Harlan Crow (no one knows what he looks like anyway). Gilding Thomas's robes was a simple matter of superimposing a gold texture and twiddling with the layers.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/06/clarence-thomas/#harlan-crow
"Gig apps trap reverse centaurs in wage-stealing Skinner boxes" is one of my best titles. This is the post where I introduce the idea of "twiddling" as part of the theory of enshittification, and explain how it relates to "reverse centaurs" – people who assist machines, rather than the other way around. Finding a CC licensed modular synth was much harder than I thought, but I found Stephen Drake's image and stitched it into a mandala. Cutting out the horse's head for the reverse centaur was a lot of work (manes are a huuuuge pain in the ass), but I love how his head sits on the public domain high-viz-wearing warehouse worker's body I cut up (thanks, OSHA!). Seeing as this is an horrors-of-automation story, Cryteria's HAL9000 eyes make an appearance.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/12/algorithmic-wage-discrimination/#fishers-of-men
Rockefeller's greatest contribution to our culture was inspiring many excellent unflattering caricatures. The IWW's many-fists-turning-into-one-fist image made it easy to have the collective might of workers toppling the original robber-baron.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/14/aiming-at-dollars/#not-men
I link to this post explaining how to make good Mastodon threads at least once a week, so it's a good thing the graphic turned out so well. Close-cropping the threads from a public domain yarn tangle worked out great. Eugen Rochko's Mastodon logo was and is the only Affero-licensed image ever to appear on Pluralistic.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/16/how-to-make-the-least-worst-mastodon-threads/
I spent hours on the sofa one night painstakingly cutting up and reassembling the cover art from a science fiction pulp. I have a folder full of color-corrected, high-rez scans from an 18th century anatomy textbook, and the cross-section head-and-brain is the best of the lot.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/04/analytical-democratic-theory/#epistocratic-delusions
Those old French anatomical drawings are an endless source of delight to me. Take one cross-sectioned noggin, mix in an old PC mainboard, and a vector art illo of a virtuous cycle with some of Cryteria's HAL9000 eyes and you've got a great illustration of Google's brain-worms.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/14/googles-ai-hype-circle/
Ireland's privacy regulator is but a plaything in Big Tech's hand, but it's goddamned hard to find an open-access Garda car. I manually dressed some public domain car art in Garda livery, painstakingly tracing it over the panels. The (public domain) baby's knit cap really hides the seams from replacing the baby's head with HAL9000's eye.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/15/finnegans-snooze/#dirty-old-town
Naked-guy-in-a-barrel bankruptcy images feel like something you can find in an old Collier's or Punch, but I came up snake-eyes and ended up frankensteining a naked body into a barrel for the George Washington crest on the Washington State flag. It came out well, but harvesting the body parts from old muscle-beach photos left George with some really big guns. I tried five different pairs of suspenders here before just drawing in black polyhedrons with little grey dots for rivets.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/03/when-the-tide-goes-out/#passive-income
Illustrating Amazon's dominance over the EU coulda been easy – just stick Amazon 'A's in place of the yellow stars that form a ring on the EU flag. So I decided to riff on Plutarch's Alexander, out of lands to conquer. Rama's statue legs were nice and high-rez. I had my choice of public domain ruin images, though it was harder thank expected to find a good Amazon box as a plinth for those broken-off legs.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/06/14/flywheel-shyster-and-flywheel/#unfulfilled-by-amazon
God help me, I could not stop playing with this image of a demon-haunted IoT car. All those reflections! The knife sticking out of the steering wheel, the multiple Munsch 'Scream'ers, etc etc. The more I patchked with it, the better it got, though. This one's a banger.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/24/rent-to-pwn/#kitt-is-a-demon
To depict a "data-driven dictatorship," I ganked elements of heavily beribboned Russian military dress uniforms, replacing the head with HAL9000's eye. I turned the foreground into the crowds from the Nuremberg rallies and filled the sky with Matrix code waterfall.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/26/dictators-dilemma/#garbage-in-garbage-out-garbage-back-in
The best thing about analogizing DRM to demonic possession is the wealth of medieval artwork to choose from . This one comes from the 11th century 'Compendium rarissimum totius Artis Magicae sistematisatae per celeberrimos Artis hujus Magistros.' I mixed in the shiny red Tesla (working those reflections!), and a Tesla charger to make my point.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world
Yet more dividends from those old French anatomical plates: a flayed skull, a detached jaw, a quack electronic gadget, a Wachowski code waterfall and some HAL 9000 eyes and you've got a truly unsettling image of machine-compelled speech.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/02/self-incrimination/#wei-bai-bai
I had no idea this would work out so well, but daaaamn, crossfading between a Wachowski code waterfall and a motherboard behind a roiling thundercloud is dank af.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/03/there-is-no-cloud/#only-other-peoples-computers
Of all the turkeys-voting-for-Christmas self-owns conservative culture warriors fall for, few can rival the "banning junk fees is woke" hustle. Slap a US-flag Punisher logo on and old-time card imprinter, add a GOP logo to a red credit-card blank, and then throw in a rustic barn countertop and you've got a junk-fee extracter fit for the Cracker Barrel.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/04/owning-the-libs/#swiper-no-swiping
Putting the Verizon logo on the Hinderberg was an obvious gambit (even if I did have to mess with the flames a lot), but the cutout of Paul Marcarelli as the 'can you hear me now?' guy, desaturated and contrast-matched, made it sing.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/10/smartest-guys-in-the-room/#can-you-hear-me-now
Note to self: Tux the Penguin is really easy to source in free/open formats! He looks great with HAL9000 eyes.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/18/openwashing/#you-keep-using-that-word-i-do-not-think-it-means-what-you-think-it-means
Rockwell's self-portrait image is a classic; that made it a natural for a HAL9000-style remix about AI art. I put a bunch of time into chopping and remixing Rockwell's signature to give it that AI look, and added as many fingers as would fit on each hand.
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/20/everything-made-by-an-ai-is-in-the-public-domain/
(Images: Heinz Bunse, West Midlands Police, Christopher Sessums, CC BY-SA 2.0; Mike Mozart, Jesse Wagstaff, Stephen Drake, Steve Jurvetson, syvwlch, Doc Searls, https://www.flickr.com/photos/mosaic36/14231376315, Chatham House, CC BY 2.0; Cryteria, CC BY 3.0; Mr. Kjetil Ree, Trevor Parscal, Rama, “Soldiers of Russia” Cultural Center, Russian Airborne Troops Press Service, CC BY-SA 3.0; Raimond Spekking, CC BY 4.0; Drahtlos, CC BY-SA 4.0; Eugen Rochko, Affero; modified)
#pluralistic#illustration#collage#fair use#creative commons#stock art#blogging#art#practice makes perfect
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Nico Di Angelo 💀 Will Solace ☀️
You don’t know how happy I was at the news of their solo book! I been off and on Percy Jackson because doctor who but it been on my back burner. And I found the release date of the book before my bad finals and I just had to act as if I didn’t see if so I could focus , problem is my adhd made me completely forget about the book until the pretty cover came on my to my feed and i dropped everything to read it.
I love them💕 I Want to do an embroidery for them too but I think I might listen to the book again as I can’t pick a favorite line to do. I might also do the other main character and add my headcannon ideas as I feel so proud of these came out!
Hazel
Percy & Annabeth
Jason
Leo
If you want to read my headcannons about their outfits, then it under the cut as I have many ideas.
[ID: The picture is a felt doll that is the shape of a gingerbread man with a big circle head Nico Di Angelo and Will solace. Nico have light color felt for skin, very dark brown hair that is to his shoulders and have a bit of a curl. He have black ties shoes, dark grey rip pants, a black and grey shirt with the skull on it. He have on a sliver studded belt, with beads for the studs, and a chain coming off of it. He have his ad jacket with a Italy flag patch in the right side and a sun patch in the left side. He have Bracelet on the hand with the sun patch sleeves. It a rainbow beaded one and a yellow and black twist. On this other wrist he have a black, read, and blue sparky thread one, a ace flags: black, grey,white, purple. And he have a beaded disability flag colors are black, green, blue, white,yellow, reddish pick, black. Will has light color felt for skin, short yellow blonde. He has ears and a little bit of black felt is peaking out for hearing aids.he have a blue shirt and a fort pocket, a little coco puff is in the pocket, he have on cargo shorts, a yellow orange sweatshirt around his waist, he I have on one blue sock and one read with cream shoes that have on the left one embroidery purple hyacinthus, a lyre and in the other side is a bow and arrow and the symbol of healing that have the single snake. He have camp bead and a sliver bead for the ring on the chain. On this left wrist he have a rainbow bracelet, and a random color one that is blue, light purple and light gray. On his other wrist is a bi flag one pink, purple, blue. And the last one is a matching one with Nico that is black and yellow.:ID]
Headcannons for Will
Star Wars
-I was going for like Star Wars socks, as this boy is either in flip flops or cowboy boots, he rarely wear anything else so he have fun socks to show off when he does
-(Maybe not the first time but maybe one of the first few time Nico said he love Will. Will make the Star Wars reference with Hans saying ‘I know’ and Nico is slightly confused. But then imagining his reaction when he all invested in the movie and then Hans say the line and Nico just stops and is like WILL! And will just start laughing “I couldn’t help it!”)
Shoes
-He only have one pair of sneakers and I was trying to think of something to Blightten up his outfit, and thought the Apollo cabin can’t leave anything plain. So Apollo theme shoe (dark idea is that they belonged to one of his older brothers who painted them and died and Will wanted to bring something that reminded him of his family into the underworld with him)
Coco puff
-Little coco puff in Will’s pocket I can’t decide if the little puff is attached to Will because it a deamon that Will actually helps Nico fight or the puffs are attached to anyone who have the same deamons so like if the little one is bad self confidence, then Will also have to work on his bad self confidence
Beads
-Enough beads for him to have gotten to camp one year before Percy. So he had two good years with his siblings before the wars. Just so he also have a family when his mom is on tour. But I do also think he has a lot of hidden Apollo kid power that he doesn’t know about so he think he weak with a randomly strong small. Like that is until Apollo learns where he went and is like how are you alive. Will “power of love… and really bad nicknames”
Disabled
-I tried to give him hearing aids, they enup being hidden in his hair, I was trying to think of a color that would stand out against the yellow hair as I also thought he would pick a noticeable color, and I wanted with black. Just him going into the underworld with so many extra batteries, but also him and Nico do a bit of asl or just come up with little hand signals.
Bracelet
-Rainbow one, bi vone, matching one with Nico, and a random one from a sibling
Headcannon Nico
Bracelets
-Nico has bracelets as during craft time some of the younger Apollo kids were make some and they all like to make Will some. At the time Nico was there making their matching ones at the time and will was making one for Nico. And then one little kid come up and whispers something to Will he grins. Nico look up because the silences and Will just nods to Nico, then the little kid goes over to Nico and holds up the bracelet and said they made it for him. Will fills in that they want to give it to him and so Nico just like ‘yeah sure’ and hold out his wrist and the kid tie it on before running happyly back to their table. Will leans over like ‘now you can’t take it off’ Nico just looks at him and Will is just ‘how did you think I get so many.” And then the younger kids even some from other cabins make Nico bracelets and he feels honored,
-Random one that is supposed to be the one the kids made him but also slightly Star Wars theme, I was trying to make it with the dark sparkly thread as I can imagine that how a kid see Nico. The other one is beads for the disability pride flag. Either Will makes if for him and he have one too if something with the flag as I love deaf Will and disabled Nico. Or another little kid make it for Nico who also have a disability and that help Nico acc his. I had to add a asexual one too, I can’t help it. Beads so he can mess with them when on edge
Beads
-And I love the idea that nico some how get the camp beads either he steal one each year as he wanted to be apart but hey keep them in a box some place and then after will saying something like he always had a fear of Nico leaving, and to show him he acc camp as home, the next morning Nico walked out of his cabin with the beads. Or Will just keep saving beads for Nico. Like it started as Will keep going around asking about Nico and got upset when he was told he left already, maybe he ask Percy and Percy tell him something like Nico doesn’t like camp. But Will meet Nico in the small window when Nico was at camp before he first ran away and got a little crush that his siblings notice, and then when Michael was giving the beads to his cabin, he give two to will, and just held a finger to his mouth before Will could say anything and say something like ‘you need to hold onto Nico’s bead, in case he comes back.” And so when Will was head he keep asking for an extra one to save for Nico. And he gives them to him at one point, maybe even just leave them by his bed during the 3 days.
Jacket
-Nico get a over size jacket so Will can steal it sometimes. He had a Italy flag patch, maybe Chiara got it from him because they are both Italian. And then sun patch maybe as a slight joke that the Apollo kids got him as he is always with them. And then I tried to do it so it look like he sewed them in himself. Pockets are totally full of chocolate and random rocks he finds, that he offers to Will and younger campers.
#if you like this i have more pjo doll on my blog#If anyone want to talk solangelo with me I would love that as right now I have no one to talk to about it#I will fix and spelling in the morning I had a rough night and wanted something nice to wake up to.#as I felt proud about these dolls and I wanted to talk about the books.#pjo nico#nico di angelo#will solace#pjo will#solangelo#percy jackson#the sun and the star#sewing#made out of felt#my art#plushies#my sewing#my plushies#fanart#felt plushie#image description#tsats spoilers#tsats#handmade#disabled Nico#disabled Nico Di Angelo#disabled will solace#deaf will#deaf!will#coco puffs#Percy Jackson sewing
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Christmas Cookies 🎄
This is a 18+ minors don’t interact and have your age in your bio. NOTHING BUT PURE SMUT. (Oral.M Receiving, spanking, spitting, cum everywhere) 2000 something words. AFAB reader
Sometimes you wonder why you chose this life. Your parents were gone, leaving behind you and two siblings. Not like they had a choice; they died in the omnic crisis. So you had to make a decision: die with your brothers going into the system, or live and protect them. So you made yourself useful until somebody picked you up.
Being a healer in Talon wasn’t so bad. You weren’t cut out for violence or war, and you were terribly shy. But you had to do what you needed to take care of your siblings. Plus, Doomfist and Moria were impressed with your progress in healing the troops, so you were moving up with the pay grade. You stayed in the background, stayed out of the way, and kept everyone alive, so your job was easy.
Well, your job would be easy if a certain tank didn’t take a liking to you. According to him, he had a soft spot for medics, especially sweet ones like you.Ever since you joined, Mauga has done everything in his power to get you to open up to him. Always asked Doom to bring you out in the field with him. He trusted you to keep him alive for some reason. He’d flirt with you, pick you up, drag you off with him, and even bring you dinner when you patched him up.
Sometimes you felt like he’d get hurt on purpose just to see you. He’s so huge that bullets don't affect him, so seeing him hurt made you a little skeptical. But with all the time and effort he put into you, sometimes they really would send you out on the field with him. He made you stay well hidden, or he carried you on his shoulder. Late missions had become late nights with you patching him up, listening to his crazy ideas, and telling you about his home.
You both had gotten close, but you think your shyness to speak up let it get out of hand. After a while, you grew to have feelings for him, and Mauga could tell; he was even a little smug about it. Mauga was touchy—really touchy—and overprotective; you didn’t realize what you got yourself into. To the point where other Talon soldiers would avoid you because, apparently, it was an unspoken rule that you were off limits.
And you were fine with that because people left you to your own devices. The problem was that you weren’t used to his overly sultry nature. Even after the large man had taken your virginity, (another story for another time.) You both went from being friends to him claiming you and doing whatever he pleased (with consent, of course). He never said if you both were a couple, so you didn’t want to put too much of your feelings into it.
But he made it very difficult, always being very kind to you or following you around. You decided it was best to avoid him until your feelings calmed down. You didn’t want to get so invested in him only for him not to feel the same. Your heart couldn’t take that kind of pain in your life again. So you did your best, and it paid off; you avoided him for a week. But Mauga got sick and tired of that real soon.
So here you were trying to avoid him on Christmas, thinking he wouldn’t be at work. You spent the day with your brothers so you could come in tonight. You were in the kitchen baking deserts for the team. You didn’t mind; you loved baking, plus you got paid extra for coming in today. You even put on a cute Santa dress and thigh-high socks. You already made a cake, gingerbread, pies, and even fruit muffins. The last thing left was the second batch of sugar cookies. You placed them in the oven and set a timer.
While you opened the oven, ready to put them in. You felt something hard press against your ass. The next thing you know, you’re lifted into the air. “EEK!"
You try to grab onto something, but you are set on the counter. And loa and behold, Mauga is standing right in front of you while in between your legs, smirking at you.
"M-Mauga, what the heck! I was baking.” He ignores you and starts to rub your cheek with his thumb.
“You make something for me, sugar?”
“U-um……. You can have a muffin if you want.”
He chuckles, "Nah, I think I want something else. I think you owe me a pie, sweetheart."
You quickly move to hand him a pie. "Here, take one!”
He looks at the pie, then back to you. He takes it out of your hand and sets it back down. He pushes you on your back against the cold counter. “Your funny; how bout a cream pie?"
“I can make you o-mmmh." Mauga cuts you off by shoving his tongue down your throat. He pushes your body down on the counter. He grabs at your thighs, squeezing them.
“Pretty thigh highs,” he says, running his finger along the socks. “It’s like you made yourself into a present for me.”
He starts to bite and nibble on your neck while putting his hand up your dress. His tongue licks up the side of your neck until he nibbles on your ear, and you shiver. You hated to admit it, but you missed his touch. His hands grip your ass, holding your lower half up. He scoffs and starts to rub at your covered folds.
“Lace panties, huh... I'm starting to think you really did dress up for me.”
You try to look away; it was an embarrassing position for you. And even if you told him you didn’t do it for him, he wouldn’t believe you anyway. He grips your chin,forcing you to look at him. “You miss me? Cuz it seems like you’ve been avoiding me lately.” You push him back a little.
"Mauga, you know I have siblings to take care of. I've been busy."
He looks down at you, frowning. He’s a firm believer that if there are 24 hours in a day, some of them better be for him. He slams you back on the counter, kissing your forehead. “If you’re going to make excuses, I won’t go easy on you.”
He moves back to push up your dress, rips your panties off, and leans down. “Spread those fucking legs; show me that pussy.”
You spread your legs, and he spat on your pussy, making you gasp. He slides his tongue over your cunt and starts to finger you slowly. "Mauga, we can't; we’re in the kitchen.”
Mauga hums in agreement, his tongue diving deep into your wet folds. He licks and flicks your sensitive spots, making you squirm with pleasure. Before you could grab his hair, he moved away, making you whine. Mauga chuckles and pulls you closer, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. “Thought we couldn’t do it in the kitchen?" He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and squeezes it roughly, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through your body.
“Wanna watch your ass jiggle while I fuck you.” He throws you over, putting you on your stomach. "M-Mauga, wait, maybe we should wait till I’m done cooking.”
He paused for a moment, looking down at you. “You may not think I know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you’ve been acting insecure and putting up walls, then you started avoiding me, so im gonna show ya you can’t leave me your mine and I’m yours got it.”
You start to tremble and turn around to look at him. “I’m…. I’m yours?” He doesn’t answer; he’s still holding your body up. You realize all you can do is hold on and take what he gives you. Mauga teases you for a moment, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He starts to slowly push his cock inside you, filling you up with each inch. He slowly thrusts in and out, causing you to moan in pleasure. On instinct, you arch your back for him. “That's it, baby. That’s my good girl."
He reaches around, grasping your breast and squeezing it hard as he continues to fuck you. Mauga growls while his cock is pounding against your wet pussy. He grinds his hips forward, pushing deeper into you. You feel him playing with your nipples, pulling them roughly, and you cry out in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, then slams his hips forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You scream his name as he starts to fuck you harder and faster.
Mauga smacks your ass, rubbing the cheek softly to ease the sting. "I think you deserve a punishment for dodging me; how bout I spank that cute ass, hm? Redden you up a bit.”
“Maug-ga! I’m close! Please!”
He smacks your ass harder this time. Pushing your body into the counter as his hips smack your thighs. Your body is being pushed back and forth in the air while all you can do is weakly grab at the counter. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, getting thrown around like a rag doll while Mauga bottomed out in you was bliss. You couldn’t help but moan out his name like a mantra, losing your breath with every thrust. He grips your hips, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. “Want me to cum in this pussy or on that pretty face?"
“D-d….dont know Ahhhhh~”
You can barely answer him when he’s plunging his cock into you nonstop. His cock slick with your juices, making nasty squelching noises. He fucked you deeper while he whispered the dirtiest thoughts in your ear. His cock is stretching you past your limits. You make a weak attempt to crawl away, pulling yourself onto the counter.
Mauga grabs your hips, slamming you back on his cock. “Don’t you fucking run from me; take this dick.”
Mauga groans and thrusts a few more times. One more powerful stroke is all it took. Mauga started filling your pussy with his hot seed. He thrusts deep, feeling his cock twitch as he unleashes his load inside you. You can feel his cum seeping into your walls, filling you up with his essence. He keeps fucking into you while you cum on his cock, covering him in your juices.
You sigh and start to relax on the counter, catching your breath.
"You're not done, sweetheart."
You start to protest when he picks you up and puts you on the floor. He grabs you by the back of your hair, pushing his cock to your lips.
“Open wide, baby."
You open your mouth, and Mauga shoves his fat cock down your throat. You gag, tears coming to your eyes as you steady yourself, putting your hands on his thighs. Mauga growls, pushing his hips forward, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. "Fuck yes." He groans, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. His cock is hitting the back of your throat.
You swallow his dick down to the base and begin to play with his heavy balls. Your sloppy noises echo through the kitchen.
Mauga's hips jerk violently as he feels your warm, wet mouth on his cock, his hands gripping your head tighter. "Fuck yeah, suck it, baby." He groans, his hips pounding into your mouth as he fucks your face with long, hard strokes.
Mauga's moans turn into grunts as his hips start bucking wildly as he loses control. "Mmmmh shit! Almost there..." He grips your head tightly, his cock jerking erratically in your mouth as he approaches his climax.
Mauga's entire body tenses up as he feels his climax come again, his hot cum filling your mouth and his hips jerking violently. "Fuuuuuck!" he moans lewdly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, filling your mouth to the brim.
He pulls out of your mouth, spraying the rest of his cum on your face, his cock still hard and throbbing, cum dripping from the tip onto your tits. "Swallow it all, sweetie." He commands, his voice rough with authority.
You swallow all of his cum, sticking your tongue out to show him you finished.
Mauga chuckles, thinking you look gorgeous with your face covered in his cum. “Frosted like your cookies."
Just then, your timer dings.
“Cookies done, babe, go on and take ‘em out. You can frost 'em after I’m finished fucking you again."
#mauga#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch mauga#mauga x reader#ow mauga#mauga overwatch#overwatch x reader#maugaloa malosi
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The Outsiders x Reader - Making a Gingerbread House With Them
Warnings - Swearing, the basics
Darry -
I think Darry is one of the few gang members who isn't a complete disaster. He'd probably put some effort into making the gingerbread house. Only problem is, he's strong. Too strong. So whenever he underestimates his strength, a whole wall gets split in two. Let's say the two of you are unboxing.
" so are we making a house or- "
...
" Seriously, Dar? That's the third time! "
Might actually end up looking decent. 9/10.
Sodapop -
Pure chaos. That's it. I feel like Sodapop is the type to eat all the frosting. He threw up after.
The gingerbread house itself is a complete mess. The frosting is smudged, there's just candy thrown on, it falls every 17 seconds. He's definitely one of the funnest to make it with, though.
" Hey, darlin! I made a gumdrop garden! "
It looked like shit, but we don't need to tell him that. In the end the gingerbread house is a mess. 10/10 experience, though.
☆ 100% put frosting on your lips and kissed it off.
Ponyboy -
He tries, he really does, but gingerbread houses have never been his thing. He is a Curtis, after all. It's not his fault he grew up with Soda. He breaks a few pieces, gets frosting everywhere, all that. It probably collapses at least 4 times. The decoration is really good, though.
" Hey, babe.. the roof's uh.. sliding.. "
" so fix it. "
" ..what if I said we're out of frosting? "
Looks pretty good in the end, what's standing up, at least. 9/10.
Johnny -
I think he surprisingly has a knack for this type of thing? I just feel like Johnny can make stuff. So yeah, it's one of the only houses that stand up. He probably gets frosting everywhere, though. In his hair, smudged on his face, even on you.
" Um.. baby? You got somethin right.. "
" How did you even- "
" I don't know, okay!? "
Turns out decent. You have to go take a shower to get the frosting out of your hair, though. 10/10, though, he's really sweet the whole time.
Dallas -
He probably wouldn't even do it. But with enough convincing, a bit of flirting, and an ass ton of luck, he'd do it. I feel like he's never really done this, it's just not his thing. So it's a complete mess. Frosting goes everyone, he probably gets mad somehow and breaks a roof piece.
" Dal! I needed that! "
" And I need a million dollars, but I ain't got that, do I? "
Turns out like shit, it's really fun though. 9/10.
☆ You know those movie scenes where someone gets a bit of frosting on the other, then it's a full fledged war? Yeah. That's basically what this is.
Two-Bit -
Jumps at the opportunity. He's been waiting. This man chugs the frosting. You thought Sodapop was bad? You haven't met Two. It's a mess, but it's the most fun you'll ever have making a gingerbread house.
" Babe! Heh, look. I made a penis on the gingerbread man. "
" Two.. what the heck? "
There'd definitely be a small food fight. Again, you'd have to take a shower. Turns out decent, it's not standing, but hey, there's a penis on a gingerbreadman. 10/10.
Steve -
Chaos. He'd eat everything. Nothing is safe. The frosting? Gone. The gum drops? Digested. The fucking roof? It's already in his stomach. It's sugar, it's what he lives for. You won't even have anything to build after 5 minutes. It's gone. Dissolved.
" Hey Steve where's the wal- Jesus Christ! "
" what? "
" that's like.. the fifth wall? "
" ...want some? "
Thats basically it. There's no house to judge. 7/10.
#the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#sodapop curtis#dallas winston#johnny cade#steve randle#ponyboy curtis#two bit mathews#darry curtis#the outsiders x reader#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders imagine#the outsiders ponyboy#dally winston
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Gingerbread House (E.M.)
WARNINGS: disgusting established relationship. (slaps fanfiction) this baby holds so much casual intimacy! also, there are a couple of really bad Christmas-themed sex puns. MDNI
P.S. It's Christmas; where's my tall, lanky, metalhead boyfriend?
The snow is falling softly outside your apartment.
You spent the first part of the evening walking around your neighborhood to see Christmas lights. Eddie held your mitten-covered hand while you sipped on your hot chocolate, and you only headed back home when the snowflakes started coming down in droves.
Now you were inside, TV playing something forgotten while you and Eddie tried assembling the store-brought gingerbread house kit you had purchased the day before. You had constructed the house before you left, and now that it was ready, you had begun decorating.
"Are you really going to write "Metallica Rules" across the roof."
"What, are you afraid the gingerbread neighbors will clutch their pearls?" You can't help but chuckle as you place gumdrops around the house.
Eddie was a menace while you finished up the house. Smacking your ass when you walked by, wiping frosting down your cheek, and then licking it off your face. Teasing glances that let you know that this whole ordeal was just one long foreplay session for him. It was one of your favorite things about Eddie; he never shied away from showing you how much he loved you.
"There, Chateau Munson is complete!" Eddie walked over to you and threw his arm around your shoulder while you both took in your creation. It was a little sloppy and weird, but it perfectly represented you.
"Looks good." you counter as Eddie leans over and kisses your hairline.
"So," Eddie began. "I'm still a little bit cold from earlier. Why don't we lock up, and then you take me to bed and warm me up?" Eddie has pulled you to him, arms around your waist as you place your hands on his shoulders.
"Still cold, huh? I don't know, I'm pretty tired."
"Please, sweet girl," Eddie coos as he leans down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. Your breath hitches when his hands wander down and firmly grab your ass. "it's so cold; take pity and warm up your man.”
"Mmm, wouldn't want my baby to get frostbite." Eddie groans as he pushes his pelvis into you, and you can feel just how much he wants you.
"Warm me up, pleeeeeeeease." He whines. You can't help but giggle as Eddie kisses up the column of your neck.
"You make a convincing case," you jest as you feel him lead you to your bedroom. "I'll start warming you up by letting you play with my sugar plums."
"Oh, keep up that naughty talk, Princess, and your pussy is going to end up more glazed than our gingerbread house."
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boo!
halloween scenarios with genshin characters!
characters; cyno, tighnari, scaramouche, hu tao, nilou, shenhe
; gn!reader, fluff, mentions of ghosts and scaramouche's real name (spoiler?)
CYNO
"what is that?" he bluntly asks, confusing settling within his features as he sits himself beside you. "that doesn't look like a face."
"shut up...!" a cry of embarrassment escapes you, "you know i'm bad at carving pumpkins!" feeling a bit too festive, you had decided to do something for the upcoming day of halloween. though it seems like your choice of activity wasn't exactly best suited for you.
a comical tear slides down your face as you turn to your deformed and questionable-looking pumpkin once more. i'm sorry, little guy.
he gently takes your kitchen knife into his own, letting a small snort leave his lips when your tearful expression quickly morphs into one of hopefulness. "you can carve, cyno?" you lean towards him, watching as he stabs into a new pumpkin nearby.
"no, i just want to try it out. don't expect too much."
a small smile falls on his face as he side eyes your curious expression, earning a raised brow from you. "what? something wrong?"
"if my pumpkin turns out ugly, let's name it alhaitham."
you gasp.
TIGHNARI
it's obvious from his stare that he's not amused a single bit. his eyebrow twitches when he hears you snicker beneath the blanket covering your form, arms outstretched to mimic a ghost.
"your reaction's priceless!" your laugh resounds throughout your shared home as you turn on the lights, not bothering to remove the blanket over your form as you double over. pissing tighnari off is a favourite pastime of yours.
"that jumpscare, if you could even call it that, was utterly lame." he sighs, your laughter ceasing to little giggles.
"what's so funny, hm?" oh, he's starting to get irked.
your laughter abruptly pauses when you feel his hands through the blanket over your body, gliding from your shoulders down to your hips, him seemingly trying to feel up your body to avoid accidentally hurting you.
"you're getting warm, dear." he mischievously whispers from behind you, "where'd all that laughter go?"
his head buries into the crook of your neck, your breath hitching when he suddenly starts tickling you. you shriek at the contact.
"TIGHNARI!!"
SCARAMOUCHE
"kuni, look! it's you!" he glances at you up from his paperwork, your hands holding a gingerbread man with a rather familiar dark-colored bowl cut, along with its grumpy face.
"do you want me to kill you?" he scoffs in annoyance, attempting to take it before you pulled it away from his reach.
you hold up a finger, "no thanks, my love." you smile innocently as he scowls at you, "aren't you just proving my gingerbread version of you is accurate when you act like that?"
"it won't be accurate anymore after i destroy it."
"aw." you feign a false expression of sadness. "but i love this little guy." pressing a chaste kiss atop the cookie you're holding, you giggle at how his scowl deepens.
he stands up from his seat, eyes darkened in silent rage as you fumble for words.
you panic when he starts approaching you, flailing your hands as you try to calm him down, "w-wait! it's just a joke—hpmh!"
it takes you a second to register that he's kissing you, lips molding against yours as he grips your hips close to him.
he parts away from you for a moment, glaring at you with a slight offended pout on his lips as you try catch the breath that was abruptly taken from you.
"why kiss that stupid cookie when the real deal is right here in front of you?"
HU TAO
"trick or treat!" she yells from atop her lungs, continuously pressing on the doorbell out of pure excitement.
you sigh tiredly. "we might get kicked out if you continue screaming like that—" your words are cut off when an old woman emerges and opens the door.
"hello, dearies." her wrinkly eyes scan both of you, a small gasp escaping her lips as she exclaims, "oh! matching costumes, i see. how adorable!"
hu tao is smiling as the old lady places candies onto her pumpkin bucket, "mhm! they're my lover, and i totally didn't force them to wear that for tonight. :D"
the lady laughs as you bow in respect, "sorry, she's a bit hyper because she loves halloween."
"oh no, no. it's quite alright. just make sure your little girlfriend doesn't run off, hm?" you snicker at the lady's words.
"i heard that!" hu tao pouts next to you.
pressing a kiss to her cheek, you abruptly pinch it afterwards, causing her to whine out in pain.
"you're supposed to hear it, dear."
NILOU
"eek! why did she just leave her boyfriend in there alone!" you hug her arm, worry and panic on her face as she immerses herself into the movie.
"why are they both in their underwear?" she curiously asks, not quite getting the fact that they were secretly doing the frickle frackle up until the serial killer broke inside their home.
"AAH!" you scream in fear, hiding behind nilou as she stiffens when blood is splattered all over the screen.
"they got killed...! oh no!" she covers her mouth in shock as you turn away in fear and disgust, hiding away at the nook of her neck.
"s-scary...!" you tremble behind nilou, her hand subconsciously reaching up to pat your head soothingly as she pulls your body to her chest.
"this movie is quite interesting...though i don't understand the plot..."
she's utterly confused at why 10 rifles from the police all managed to miss one man holding a mere sickle whilst you're crying like a baby in her hold.
normal day for you guys, i guess?
SHENHE
you thought you were a genius for inviting shenhe to a haunted walkthrough, finally seeing an opportunity to see your girlfriend scared for once.
"what is this?" she stares at the spooky entrance.
"a haunted house, well, a fake one. but it's gonna be fun, i swear!"
"if you say so." she lets herself get dragged by you, noticing you're more cheerful than usual.
"why are there so much cobwebs yet no real spiders?" she asks curiously, seeming fascinated by the amount of 'spooky' stuff there is inside the house. isn't it supposed to be habitable?
"you see, that's part of the attraction—AH!"
"BOO—!"
the poor employee behind the ghost costume is knocked out as your girlfriend punches him, the man falling to the floor as stars fly over his head.
"s-shenhe! why did you—?!"
"the evil man tried to attack you, [name]." she coldly glares at the ghost cosplayer beneath her feet. "i will bring you justice." she grabs his head harshly.
"shenhe, no!"
#cyno x reader#scaramouche x reader#tighnari x reader#nilou x reader#hu tao x reader#shenhe x reader#genshin x reader#har❗fiction#genshin impact headcanons#genshin drabbles#genshin impact imagines#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fanfic
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The Price family « also feels like big Christmas people » - Ok now I need to know what their Christmas holidays look like.
Looks like a freakin' hallmark movie man. The house gets decorated top to toe, Goose and Duck bake Christmas cookies and make elaborate gingerbread houses. Price goes out and chops down a Christmas tree. Gifts are all picked with extra care and consideration. The stockings are all hand made, and the tv always has a Christmas movie on. Definitely the family that has "A Christmas Story" on all day the 25th, can probably(definitely) quote the whole thing by memory.
Ghost's first Christmas on the farm is... a lot for him. He's never had that sort of happy family Christmas, and I think it hurts more than he thought it would to be part of it. There's a very angry child in him that is desperate to know why he couldn't have this, why he never got more than a half finished carton of cigarettes and a smack on the back of the head. He has to excuse himself multiple times, has to go to the barn and just sit for a while to collect himself. I think he fights with Goose when she goes out to check on him, because he doesn't know how to get the bad feelings out any other way. And I think she takes it like a champ, scrunches up her face but doesn't cry and just sits with him until he breaks down.
I think it's hard for him to put words to the resentment, the jealousy, the feeling that he doesn't deserve this. But he sits with Goose in the barn and she holds his hand tight while he stares out into the cool night air of a Texas December. He doesn't wail and sob, but tears roll down his cheeks. Neither of them say anything, Goose leans against his side, gentle pressure, reassurance and nothing more. And they do this a lot. Every time it's too much. Every time it hurts in a bad way. Every time Duck calls him baby and all he can think about is how much his mum would've liked this. It's a rough first Christmas.
But by the time he has his first daughter, it's easier. He's not singing Christmas carols, but he does help decorate cookies, he helps set up the tree, he goes out to the barn just to have Goose follow him so he can tell her he loves her, and that he's sure (so so sure) that if he has to watch Elf one more time he's going to lose it.
#ghoul speaks#what was the question?#cod x oc#simon ghost riley x oc#simon ghost riley#oc: goose#cowboy!141#I'll write some christmas fic when december rolls around#but here u go have fun
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Random chuuya bf headcanons
he would definitely let you win in card games just to make you happy
checks up on you every hour, even if it’s just small texts like “You okay?” or “Did you eat”
he worries about you on the daily, he always makes sure that you and him both share your location so he makes sure nothing bad happens to you
he always always ALWAYS opens doors for you and pulls your chairs on
he also always compliments you no matter what
it doesn’t even matter if you think your ugly or if your in pajamas he always compliments you
if you were sick he would take extra extra care of you, he would make you soup and tea and whenever you get up to go do something or get something he’d be like “sit back down, your sick i’ll get it for you”
before bed, you guys would have deep conversations about random things. if you guys dont talk about random things then you’d talk about how your day has been
when you guys ate driving somewhere, he makes sure you have your seat belt on before you even pull out of the driveway
if your the one driving then he makes sure you don’t look at your phone whether someone is texting you or calling you
his favorite part of you is your smile, he’d do anything to make you smile and it doesnt matter to him if it’s embarrassing he’ll still do it because he doesnt like to see you upset
sometimes he’ll brings you guys something to eat after he comes home from work, but thats only if your hungry and you guys dont feel like cooking
he loves to watch random shows and movies with you
whenever you’re talking to a group of people and you feel like nobody is paying attention or everybody is talking over you, he’d definitely be the one listening to what you have to say, he doesn’t only do it when your around a big group, it happens when you two are together too because he always listens to you no matter how dumb he thinks whatever your talking about is
his favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead, lips, and hand (on rare occasions)
i feel like his love language is either physical touch or receiving/giving gifts
he would let you and only you play with his hair, he’ll even let you brush it if you want to
he’ll always bring a extra jacket for you if you get cold, if he forgets to bring one then he’ll give you his
if your sad then he will comfort you and let you cry on his shoulder, he would hold you until you feel ready to talk about why your upset
if you guys both have off days and have nothing to do, he would take you to the store to get board games/random fun stuff you guys can do
he loves looking at you, he likes to look at every small detail you have
he likes to do stuff with you especially on holidays, on christmas he’ll make gingerbread houses with you, on your birthday he’ll take you out to wherever you want to go, and on new years he’ll buy you guys champagne and bring you outside to see the fire works
he would call you baby, babe, love, and dear
he loves you a whole lot and wouldn’t want anything to happen to you
he would be such a good boyfriend
he always buys you things that you want, even if you feel bad for spending his money he’d tell you it’s fine
i just KNOW this man can cook, he cooks breakfast lunch and dinner. if you don’t know how to cook then he will teach you, and if you find random recipes that you want to try he would definitely find a time where you to could go and get the stuff you need to make it
he always rubs your cramps,
#chuuya my beloved#bsd chuuya x reader#chuuya fluff#chuuya x reader#chuuya x reader fluff#chuuya x you#chuuya headcanons#chuuya scenarios#chuuyabsd#chuuya x y/n#bsd chuuya#chuuya nakahara#bsd x reader#bsd headcanons#bsd x y/n#bsd x gender neutral reader#bsd x you#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungo stray dogs#bsd
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I went down a Goat Hole.
So I love the Gävle goat wikipedia, which records the years when it survived vs the years when it was burned.
It starts off so normal. Did it survive, or was it burned?
And then it just....like an A24 movie, gets weirder and weirder.
I like that they include security measures.
Also, I feel bad for 1971, when the Southern Merchants got tired of their goat being burnt ;-; and stopped making them.
Then the Natural Science Club built one and it got smashed to pieces :((((
Then I feel soooo bad for 1992, when BOTH goats from the Natural Science Club and the Southern Merchants burned on the same night???
But then The Goat Committee was founded, like the Avengers, protectors of the goat. So silver linings.
Sadly, though, they made a new one, and it still burned.
So now I'm losing my mind, because the poor goat got thrown in the river in 2000, and its sibling got burnt too.
But I am also laughing hysterically at the idea of someone dressed as Santa and the gingerbread man shooting a flaming fucking arrow at the goat.
Like what the FUCK.
But also.
Dying. That's arson with style, baby.
But then it REALLY gets weird.
And I know that sounds impossible, but listen.
So people are getting WAY too goddamn coordinated on the burning of these goats.
And so.
We continue on.
And so now, you know the many stories.
Now, you may decide if it will burn this year or not, and whether you want it to.
Or not.
But isn't wikipedia fun?
I feel so bad for these goats, and for the two organizations that keep making them.
But the chaotic neutral in me does enjoy the testament to the indomitable human spirit showed by both parties.
they keep making the goat. the goat burns. sometimes, it does not.
life always moves in circles, never quite beginning or ending.
sometimes the goat lives, sometimes it dies, but there is always a goat. there must always be a goat.
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Hi, I was wondering if I could request for Jack ? The reader has a bad day and he comes home to find her in a quite house and he spends the day with her watching Christmas movies
"Hey, babe. I was thinking we could just order-". Jack stopped in the threshold of the front door of your apartment when he spotted you. "Woah, did something happen?"
You were still in your work clothes, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, tears stains on your cheeks. The holidays were always hard for you, and lately it seemed the universe was determined to remind you how much you hate this time of year. Today had been terrible, and the only thing you could think about all day was coming home, changing into your sweats, and rotting on the couch for the foreseeable future. Unfortunately, you didn't make it past the front door before everything unraveled.
Jack was quick to your side, gently rubbing your thigh as he looked at you. You took a shaky breath before speaking. "I-I just had an awful day. Is it okay if we don't talk about it right now?" You swallowed your tears, knowing you wouldn't make it through an explanation without sobbing. "Of course, baby. I'm here for you if you need anything."
Jack was worried, but he knew you just needed some time to yourself, and you'd open up to him. "Why don't you go take a nap?" You nodded, wiping a stray tear from your face. He helped you up, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made your way to the bedroom. He laid out a pair of your pajamas to you to change into, and left the door slightly cracked so he could keep an eye on you.
You awoke a couple hours later, definitely a bit groggy, but honestly feeling better. As you walked to the kitchen, you could have sworn you smelled pizza. "What is all this, babe?" Jack jumped at the sound of your voice, giving you a big smile. "I thought we'd have our own little holiday celebration today. Try to take your mind off of things." He had ordered pizza from your favorite place, and gotten a few other things to enjoy while the two of you watched Christmas movies together.
"Did you make these, Jack?" There was a plate of gingerbread cookies on a plate, perfectly decorated. You didn't want to sound surprised, but you genuinely were because Jack was not a baker. "Uh, no. Publix made those", Jack chuckled nervously. "Oh, hold on." He disappeared, returning after a few minutes, dressed in pajamas that matched yours, little dogs in Christmas sweaters on the pattern.
"Oh, babe. You're so cute!", you said with a mouth full of cookie. "You think? Not my style, but I thought we could match tonight." Jack shrugged, walking over to you. You puckered your lips, thinking he wanted a kiss, but he pulled back. "Oh, sorry. I just wanted a cookie." He reached past you, giving you a wink and a smile as he bit the head off the gingerbread man.
"Hey!", you playfully slapped his chest and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. "Thank you for this. Today was a lot." Your gaze dropped to your feet. "Hey, look at me." Jack tipped your head up with his index finger. "I'm here for you. Always. Okay?" You nodded, giving him another quick peck.
The two of you headed to the living room, you getting comfortable under the blanket on the couch while Jack turned the projector on. "I was thinking we could watch my favorite Christmas movie-"
"Harry Potter", you both said in unison, making Jack chuckle. "You know Harry Potter really isn't a Christmas movie, babe." Jack sat down next to you, pressing his hands together. "Babe, I love you, but you're just wrong. So very wrong."
You giggled, taking a bite of your pizza. "Hey, I won't argue with you. At least not tonight."
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25 Days of Ficmas
Relationship: Bernard the Elf x Reader
Fandom: The Santa Clause
Request: No
Warnings: Light Angst, Fluff, Pining
Word Count: 2,070
Masterlist: Here
Summary: The head elf is down in the dumps, and nothing can bring him out.
“Okay everyone, let’s get to work.” The usual hustle, and bustle of the workshop ran without a hitch. Except, that the head elf held a scowl on his face for some reason. Bernard stomped through the shop with his hands clasped behind his back, and putting off a foul energy in the magic around him. No one knew why though. Production was running ahead of schedule, with the machines running perfectly to keep up with the workload. Nothing was broken. The SOS was safe, and they had an incredibly successful year. So why was Bernard in such a bad mood?
It seemed that nothing could pull him from that mood either. No amount of warm sugar cookies decorated like little Christmas trees soothed the beast. He refused to take a sip of warm cocoa, or even look at the gingerbread houses. Bernard seemed to be dragging through the workshop, from his mood to his steps. And no one took more notice than the big man himself. Santa watched his number one elf stomp through his workshop for half of the day, before deciding to do something about it.
“Bernard?” He called from the top of the stairs. Said elf turned his head around quickly, and in doing so, knocked over some dolls that he was meant to be inspecting. Startled, he tried to help pick them up but another call of his name from Santa caused him to trip and nearly fall over his own feet. Bernard was flustered, with a ruby red blush washing over his cheeks and ears, but still made his way to the big man. Straightening out his clothing, and clasping his hands behind his back, he tried to appear normal.
“Yes, Santa?” Bernard sounded usually happy, as he tried to hide the grumpiness he felt from his boss. Although he stood as he normally would, his fingers were fiddling with themselves, and his feet refused to stay still. His eyes darted all around the workshop and Santa but he could not stay still for some reason.
“Walk with me.” Santa crooked his finger and began to walk away from the elf. Bernard, momentarily distracted with something down below, startled himself in an effort to keep up with Santa. He followed the taller man with some curiosity in his mind. It was not often that he was reprimanded or spoken privately about subjects. Which is why he was even more confused when they did not go to Santa’s office, but rather outside the workshop to a quiet part with no one else around to hear them. It was here that Santa stopped and looked at Bernard in a way that made the elf feel nervous.
“Um, is everything alright, Santa?” He asked timidly. A million thoughts ran through his head as he tried to anticipate what was to come from this conversation.
“I don’t know. I was hoping you could tell me, Bernard.” Scott held a caring glint in his eye as he saw the fidgety elf before him.
“Of course everything is alright, Santa. Why wouldn’t it be? Nothing is wrong. Everything is good.” He began to ramble towards the end, but a hand on his shoulder stopped the elf.
“Bernard, what’s going on? You’re not acting like yourself.” His gentle inquires made Bernard think for a long time. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words would come out. He could not put into words what he felt like. He could not seem to find a proper expression or combination of words to describe the feeling in his chest.
“I- I- I don’t know. I guess I’m just… well, I don’t know, Santa.” Bernard shook his head in disbelief at his own words. He genuinely did not know what was making him feel this way.
“Well, Bernard, I think I know what your problem is, and how to fix it.” On his face, Santa carried a mischievous look. The head elf was equally confused and terrified as he awaited an explanation.
“Bernard, when was the last time you had a break?” Santa asked, clapping the elf on the shoulder and starting their walk towards the town center yet again.
“Well, I had a cocoa break yesterday with Abby. But I had to leave early because-”
“No, no, no! Bernard, come on. Now I mean a real break. Taken a day or two off, relaxed. Have you ever gotten away from work for longer to sleep and eat?” The pair stopped once again, and Santa made sure to turn Bernard to face him head on. However, just like before, Bernard thought far too long for what should have been a simple answer.
“Um… I think the last time was about, eh, three hundred or so years ago?” Bernard squeaked out. Observing Santa’s face drop at his admission, he quickly tried to cover it up.
“But, it’s fine. I’m totally fine with the work load, okay?” He began to ramble before Scott held up his hands and attempted to quiet down the elf.
“I mean, sure it gets a little stressful.”
“Bernard.”
“But it’s not like I haven’t been dealing with this for more than enough time to get used to it.”
“Bernard.”
“And I can make do for now. There’s no reason for me to be feeling this way. Maybe I just had some bad cocoa, or a stale cookie. Yeah, that’s it.”
“Bernard!” The elf immediately ceased his rambling at the loud shout of his name. Bewilderment encased his eyes as he looked towards his boss, who was currently taking in some deep breaths, before continuing to speak.
“You need to take a break. A real break. I mean, I take one after every Christmas. You need some time away from work and to relax.” Santa tried to explain to the elf. Bernard still looked confused as his boss stopped and watched his face.
“Look, you’re exhausted, you’re stressed. You need a break. It’s important to take some time away from work. Now, come on, what do you like to do when you’re not working? When you have free time, what does my number one elf like to do?” His smile permeated his words and body, making everything seem jolly and well.
“I’m always working Santa. I don’t have time for hobbies.” Bernard explained, very matter of fact.
“Well, what about that book and cocoa place across town? You always end up going there and seeing what’s her name.” A bright red blush remembered on Bernard’s cheeks and ears re-emerged while his eyes looked everywhere else but his boss’ eyes.
“Bernard, take a couple days off. Go to that little quaint shop, and actually talk to the girl. Maybe offer her your name rather than staring after her wistfully?” The smirk on Santa’s face grew as the elf’s eyes grew in shock. His mouth floundered open for a little bit, utterly confused as to how he knew that information.
“So, off you go. Enjoy your time away from the workshop. We’ll be fine without you.” He pushed said elf away and began to shoo him further away. Bernard looked like a confused wild animal, and he kept his eyes on Santa, but walked away from the man. Turning around, he was totally lost as what to do. He would have turned around and gone to work, but the temptation to get away and go to the bookstore was strong.
Looking back, he went through the list of pros and cons in his head. On one hand, if he went back to the workshop, he could personally make sure that everything was running smoothly. He could be there if any problems came up, and he could have peace of mind over the workshop. Contrarily, if he left and took some time off, he could finally have time to read some of the books he has gotten but have yet to pick up. He could catch up on sleep that he surely missed, and he could go see her. He knew that he probably looked frantic as he stood there in his head, but he did not care. His mind was made up.
Walking across the courtyard, Bernard took the back ways to get to the little store he had come to love over time. He knew every route that would take him to the same place, but this was easily the fastest way to get there. Wanting to spend as much time as possible in the store, he sped up his pace, ducking between buildings and shops on his way. It was not too much longer when he saw a familiar sign in the distance. The Neighborhood Books-Elf greeted his eyes as Bernard stepped around the corner. He let out a sigh of relief before making his way to the door, and entering the little wonderland inside.
“Welcome in!” A cheery voice sounded out when she heard the bell chime, which drew Bernard’s attention over. A young elf girl behind the counter, around 1,500 years old, was mixing up a drink and walking around to pour the kettle in the mugs on the table.
“Anyone need a cocoa top off?” She flittered around the small dining area where elves of all kinds were drinking and reading, and enjoying themselves. Bernard felt the breath get knocked out of him as he watched her around the small shop. Maybe it was his imagination, but the sparkles on her cheeks seemed brighter, and her cheeks a little rosier. She reminded him of an angel tree topper with how gracefully she moved. Their eyes locked for a moment, and Bernard felt it. He instantly felt better as they stared at each other. He raised his hand and offered a small wave along with a smile. When she returned the gesture, he was pleasantly surprised. As much as he would have liked to stand there all day looking at her, her work pulled her away from the situation and she returned to behind the counter.
Bernard quickly turned around and tried to find a book quickly so as to make it back to the tables sooner rather than later. As he browsed the shelves, he noticed that the chatter continued, and the bell chimed as new elves kept coming in. He did not even see what book it was that he grabbed before he made his way back to the tables that were calling to him. His fingers fidgeted with themselves while he waited for the elf girl to come by his table. Bernard knew it was only minutes, but to him it felt like hours before he saw her yet again.
“Hello there. Can I get you something? Drink and a snack perhaps?” He felt his heart skip a few beats as he laid his eyes upon her. The rosy cheeks and ethereal glitter complimented her wide, sparkling eyes so beautifully. His mouth suddenly felt so dry and he tried to find a response for the elf in front of him. She rocked gently back and forth on her feet as she tried to hold eye contact with him, but found herself staring at his hands mostly. Bernard cleared his throat before shifting his book around on the table.
“Um, yes. Please. Could I do a cocoa and some chocolate chip cookies? The ones with-”
“The sea salt on top? So you’re usual?” Her blush increased as she revealed how much she remembered about the head elf in front of her. At the same time, Bernard felt his cheek fire up but chuckled softly.
“Yeah. I’d really appreciate that.” He smiled shyly at the girl, who returned it. She turned away with his order but did not get far.
“My name’s Bernard.” He blurted out. She slowly turned around and set her sights on the elf who was blushing like mad. A quiet whisper brought her name to his attention, before she turned away and left to make his order. Bernard let her name roll over his tongue a few times before he slumped down in his chair just a little bit. He knew he had a grin on his face but he could not find it in him to care. Turning around, their eyes met briefly as she was making his drink. Both elves turned back to their tasks, and Bernard could not help but feel, there may be some hope after all for him.
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Gooooood day to you wonderful author! I hope you’re having a swell time and that those pesky wasps called negativity are swatted and shooed away. I’ve scrolled your work and have thoroughly enjoyed your stories and thoughts, so maybe if you would be so kind as to hear me out, I’d gladly pay you a penny for my thoughts!
The TADC work is brilliant, and thus I had an idea! What if this rambunctious crew, met a their S/O who is rather cartoony in nature and take to the world of the circus rather well, being bouncy, stretchy and all around a ball of joy as they embrace this toon power they’ve been given.
The idea came to me when I was fiddling with a sticky hand, whilst rewatching the pilot, and thought how amusing it would be to see someone embrace these looney toon abilities.
TADC cast x cartoony!reader !
yahoo i now have some down time to take a crack at requests today! im making gingerbread cookies, peppermint macarons w/ white chocolate ganache, and double chocolate macarons! all for a friend as a christmas gift! yahoo!! waiting for the first bath of macarons to dry out before baking; cant do both since i only have one decent sized pan that can pit my silicone mat without it bending... bent macarons..... thinks
also dullahan by worthikids has me in a death grip rn so im playing that on loop while i tackle these requests i am going to go insane!
CAINE:
oh this man fully embraces it... in fact he even encourages it, i think! i mean caine himself is pretty whacky and cartoony, it only makes sense thats hes going to really enjoy you. i think his approval may lead to you being a little more rowdy than you normally would be with anyone else... likes to use IHAs to see how far your funny physics can go... bonus if you get those little... emote things when you're feeling an emotion particularly strongly (ex. hearts for adoration, the red vein for anger or annoyance, the blue line things to express sadness or disgust and the like. stuff like that idk i just think that would be neat). you guys get outright silly with it, totally funky, completely strange you know? whimsical, even! plus i like to think that caine has a touch more "cartoon physics" than the others but thats just admin being silly
POMNI:
obligatory "pomni is put off by it at first thanks to her being new and having to adjust to the physics of this new digital world.... well adjust to the digital world as a whole" so without a doubt, shes going to look mildly uncomfortable or confused when you just fully embrace to funky cartoon physics of the world. in fact it even looks like your physics are even more cartoony than everyone else's... odd.... i think it would take her some time to get used to it, but she wouldnt try to be rude about it or make you feel bad for her surprise discomfort, you know? doesnt like when your rambunctiousness makes you a little reckless, though, but thats just her care for you showing! you can be a little overwhelming for her, sometimes, by being all... bouncing off the walls... literally and physically... communication is key here if you guys want a decent relationship; be it romantic or platonic
RAGATHA:
for the most part she loves you for who you are, and your randomness and shenanigans do put a smile on her face more often than not. she just finds you so endearing, and finds your funky physics to be just as cute! buuuuut.... sometimes you can get overwhelming... ragatha already has so much on her plate, with being this beacon of optimism for herself and others, the IHAs, having to make sure no one is at each others throats.. i mean i know we only have the pilot to work off thus far but ragatha gives me mediator vibes. so getting back on topic, i do think that sometimes she needs to be firm and let you know to tone it down, or to let her have a moment to herself because the last thing she wants to do is make you feel bad if she gets too irritated... holds
JAX:
another obligatory thing but you can stretch and squash hes going to try to find a way to tie that in with a prank or one of his jokes. now if youre teaming up with him or the one being pranked really depends on how jax feels; because i think even his "partner in crime" wouldnt be immune to his bullshit. but consider, given the readers personality, what if theyre a little bit of a prankster themselves and they utilize their extra bounciness for pranks; effectively starting a prank war with jax. like imagine the chaos that would spew from something like that. i could go on a tangent for that, but the admin has a pea brain rn TToTT
has probably crushed you down into a ball shape and used you as a bowling ball. throws you. au where reader is in the circus but theyre the bowling ball jax throws at kinger
KINGER:
honestly he might mistake you for an npc at first and be wary of getting close to you because... well you arent real... except you are..! it takes him a while to realize that, he didnt know someone as whacky as you could exist, and hes been here for a long while! that said when you guys do befriend each other. please try to tone down any recklessness that may come with your rambunctiousness, this poor old man is already stressing out enough about things...! dont give him a heart attack,..! though i guess the bonus of having funky whacky body physics is that you give good hugs and/or cuddles since you can easily and comfortably wrap yourself around the other person.... ponders... so you know what, at least hes comforted via that
ZOOBLE:
easily irritated so you guys are going to have to work together to make things word; so zooble doesnt too overstimulated and so you dont have to change or greatly suppress yourself. say it with me: communication is key, baby!!! definitely takes a lot of time to make something work.... stealing this idea from jax's part, but if youre in the middle of a prank war with jax, where its just you and him going at each other zooble is going to be sliding you ideas and perhaps might come up with ideas to utilize your weird anatomy... very evil, they just want to see jax get karma, i think...
GANGLE:
also can get easily overwhelmed with your wild personality, but not so much in an "overstimulated" way and more so a... wait no i guess thats the best wording for it? plus gangle seems to be the type of person to enjoy her calm and quiet peaceful time, when shes not thrust into the chaos of an IHA... so similar to zooble, you guys are going to have to do a lot of communication and teamwork if you want a good relationship. gangle DOES feel bad, though, like she is inconveniencing you... please reassure her... not many ideas for the whacky physics thing here, simply because i dont think she would have any special thoughts about anyone's looks or bodies if that makes sense
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#pomni x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#kinger x reader#zooble x reader#gangle x reader
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𝑀𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑜𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈
(Alec McDowell x Female Reader)
𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE MISTLETOE WITH ALEC 🙏 I NEED THAT MAN LIKE I NEED AIR 😭 anyway love u <3 (Anonymous)
𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: Thank you so much for your request, Love, and I hope that you enjoy! 💖
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Alec isn’t really into the holiday season but when Max forces him to go to a party, he starts to get curious about certain traditions. Little does he know that you’d be willing to show him.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This is not accurate to the show, sorry to those who know if Alec has already celebrated Christmas or not. This is in essence Alec’s first real Christmas without having to train or be on any sort of mission.
It was a cold, honestly ugly day in Seattle. There were piles of muddy snow where people would walk, and people would complain about freezing their asses off. Meanwhile some other people would talk about the upcoming holidays and how they should enjoy the time while it was there. Even when that may have been easier said than done for some people.
Alec never would have thought in a million years that he would be standing right here. He knew of what Christmas was because of how Max had described it to him sometime after Manticore blew up. But he never thought he’d actually get around to celebrating it. Not really.
Most of his Christmas’s growing up on the military base were spent either training or working on some kind of undercover mission. He’s never experienced the whole decorating a Christmas tree thing or making gingerbread houses, or anything like that. And since he escaped, he wasn’t necessarily sure that he really wanted to be a part of the holiday activities. He didn’t really see the point.
At the moment Alec had just arrived to the post office to clock in for the day when Max caught him. He lifted a brow as he looked down at the fellow mutant soldier and smirked.
“Isn’t it a little early for you to be seeking me out?” He asked and Max nudged his arm and rolled his eyes.
“It’s way too early for you to be a smart-ass.” Max said, “Anyway, I only came over because Original Cindy and I are going to have a Christmas party at our place and she thought that it would be a good idea for you to swing by.”
“You mean you aren’t going to your little boyfriend’s place for the night? That’s a first.” Alec smirked.
“Logan is coming by too.”
“Right, and you think I’d actually go to a party like that?”
“Why not? You seem to be the type to go to any other party. And it’s not like there won’t be any girls there for you to flirt with.” Max reminded.
“How dare you?” Alec feigned offense by placing a hand over his heart, “You really think I’d only go to a party for girls?”
“You would if you thought the girls were hot. And I know for a fact Y/N is gonna be there.”
Alec’s brows raised up for a moment, “So?”
“Oh don’t act like I don’t know what I’m talking about. I see the way you look at her and the fact that you have talked to literally all of the girls here except her kind of speaks volumes.”
“No one ever said those statistics always have a positive outcome.” Alec commented. “Besides, I don’t care who’s going. And I just haven’t gotten around to talking to her yet. I’ve been talking to some others first, is that so wrong””
“Uh, little on the defensive aren’t we? Okay well, you’re going whether you like it or not. It’s not like you have any other plans other than hitting the bar or the strip club tomorrow night, right?”
Alec rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little called out since that would likely be the only plans he would have. “Tomorrow night? Yeah, I guess it won’t kill me to make an appearance.”
“Good. Now I’ll see you around.” Alec watched Max leave.
Honestly, he hated how much Max was starting to be like a sister - in the sense that she was starting to know him a little too well and she’s starting to read him like a book. But he supposed it wasn’t totally a bad thing. She did tend to have his back the more they got to know each other. He was thankful for that kind of sibling bond - even if she was a pain in his ass most of the time.
While Alec was heading to his locker, he caught a glimpse of you taking some packages and put them in the basket of your bicycle.
So what if he hadn’t talked to you yet? He’s seen the way that you were with people. You were so optimistic about so many things even if this world was shit. You have a certain charisma that pulls everyone towards you and they like you almost instantly, whether you care to talk to them or not. You were just approachable, likable.
Not to mention beautiful.
Sure, Alec has talked to several women and yes a lot of them were attractive. But none of them were quite like you. You had the most beautifully colored eyes he had ever seen, and the way your hair frames your face so perfectly. Everything about you was stunning, but he knew that you had to have some kind of boyfriend already.
Just because Alec talked to a lot of women, that didn’t mean he was the kind of guy to go after someone else’s girl.
In the midst of his thoughts, he didn’t realize he had been staring at you. Not until he saw you wave and he blinked before he looked away, slamming the locker door shut and he went to go deliver packages.
You were a little stunned when Alec abruptly slammed his locker door and walked off. That was a little unlike him.
Then again, you weren’t necessarily sure what he was really like at all. You barely knew a thing about him, much to your dismay.
“You good?” Max asked and you glanced over just to see her and Cindy standing together.
“Yeah, just wondering if Alec’s alright. He was staring at me, I don’t think he realized that he was. But when I waved at him, he slammed his locker and went to start his route.” You explained and Max chuckled.
“Oh don’t worry about him. I’m sure he’s fine. He has his random moments, I swear he’s not normally that awkward. Maybe he had something on his mind.”
You shrugged it off, but you still couldn’t help but wonder what he was staring at you like that for. It was a little creepy if he just did it for no reason. But you turned back to your basket to make sure your packages were secured while Max spoke again.
“You’re still coming to the party tomorrow night right?” She asked.
“Yeah! It wouldn’t be a party without you there.” Original Cindy smiled and you grinned. How could you let your two best friends down.
“I didn’t exactly have anything else planned now did I?” You replied, “I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Great! Now don’t forget that it’s at six tomorrow.” Max reminded and you nodded.
“I won’t forget, and I’ll see you there.”
As Max and Original Cindy walked off, you grinned at them. You never thought that you’d have this sort of camaraderie when you started working here at the Jam Pony. Max and Cindy took you. Under their wing practically from the first day you started working here three years ago. You had gotten to the Jam Pony two years before Alec did.
Alec..
He was certainly an interesting character you had to admit. Attractive, sarcastic as hell, but he never failed to make you smile even if he didn’t intend to. He just had that kind of personality you supposed.
You wondered if he would be at the Christmas party, or if he’d find different ways to spend his time.
Honestly you hoped that he would decide to come to the party. Maybe that would be the chance you would have to actually talk to him and maybe get to know him a little outside of work.
After all, everyone could use a friend.
You were enjoying yourself at Max and Original Cindy’s party. There was some faint Christmas music in the background but it was mostly overshadowed by people talking amongst themselves and having a fun time.
You couldn’t help but notice how Max seemed to really let down her walls around Logan. He seems really sweet to her and you hoped the best for the two of them.
In a way you envy them. You’ve never found someone that made you feel the way Logan made Max feel. You simply figured that it wasn’t your time yet.
Anyways, you were leaning against the counter top in Max and Cindy’s kitchen while Cindy and Sketchy were talking. You heard about half of what they were saying, yet the other half just went straight though your other ear.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Sketchy waved the palm of his hand in front of your face, causing you to look up at him and then at Original Cindy.
“Girl, whatcha thinkin’ so deeply about?” Cindy asked you and you shrugged.
“Nothing, just watching people enjoy the party.” You insisted.
“Oh come on, now’s not the time for people watching! Here, let me pour you a drink.” Sketchy said and he grabbed one of the solo cups from the counter to make some kind of concoction.
“She’s got it bad for him, doesn’t she?” Cindy asked as she looked at Max and Logan.
“I’d say so. They have their cute moments. Although Max should lighten up a little more and let something come out of whatever it is they’ve got going on.” You let out a sigh.
“Yeah well I give it another hundred years before those two become official.” You heard a different voice chime in. When you looked over, you and Original Cindy saw that Alec made an appearance after all.
“About time you showed up.” Cindy said with a smirk, putting a hand on her hip, “What took you so long?”
“Better late than never, right? Besides, I had to make a pit-stop.” Alec said as he held up a couple of six packs.
“Ah great! We’ve got some extras.” Sketchy said when he came back with your drink and he handed it to you, then he took the six packs from Alec to put them somewhere with the other drinks.
“I didn’t think you would show up.” You said with a chuckle and Alec looked down at you since he was significantly taller than you were.
“I mean I thought about it. But you know Max. She can be awfully…”
“Persuasive?” You completed and Alec chuckled before he nodded.
“So, where’s your boyfriend? Didn’t he come to this thing?” He asked you, and you were confused.
“Was I supposed to have a boyfriend to come to this thing?” You asked with a chuckle, then you realized he looked confused for a moment, “Who told you I had a boyfriend?”
“No one, just an assumption.” Alec said with a shrug then he looked over at Sketchy, “Here, let me help you with those so you don’t spill anything.”
About an hour went by and it was starting to get a little late. Some people left a little early because they had earlier shifts, but the ones who had later shifts or had days off tomorrow stayed behind. Alec happened to be the ones that stayed behind.
Although something caught his eye.
There was a green plant with red ribbon pinned on the doorway separating the kitchen and the living room of this place. Anytime two people lingered beneath it and they were either caught or they noticed it for themselves, they would kiss.
This happened a couple of times and it was starting to puzzle him, did people kiss under the mistletoe on purpose?
“You’re doing that thing again.” Alec heard your voice.
When he looked at you, you were holding two styrofoam cups full of cider and you offered him one.
“What thing?” He asked you before thanking you for the cider. It felt warm in his hands and he took a sip of it.
“That staring thing. I wouldn’t make it too much of a habit. Some people might get creeped out by that.” He heard you chuckle and he figured you meant about the previous day.
“Sorry about that. I guess I should break that habit.” He chuckled and you smiled at him.
“No worries. Just wondering if you’re alright.”
That was… oddly sweet of you. Then again, he knew that it was in your nature from what he had observed about you, “I’m alright. Just a little confused by the amount of make outs that have taken place under that doorway.”
He watched you glanced over to the corridor and he heard you chuckle before you looked up at him, “Do you not know what happens under the mistletoe around this time of year?”
Alec shook his head and he saw a look on your face, maybe shock? “I’ve been told I live under a rock.” He explained.
“Ah… well typically when a couple stands beneath mistletoe, they kiss. It’s one of those Christmas tradition things.” You replied and Alec lifted a brow a little.
“How did you not know that?” Alec heard the curiosity in your voice and he let out a nervous laugh before he rubbed the back of his neck, covering up the barcode.
How was he supposed to say that where he came from, he was a soldier and Christmas traditions were the last thing the soldiers of Manticore were concerned with, “Where I come from, we didn’t really celebrate Christmas or indulge into those traditions. So I’m a little bit of a late bloomer with knowing what some of the traditions are.”
You gazed up at him as he talked to you. This was probably the longest conversation you’ve ever had with Alec, and you honestly hoped that it wouldn’t end anytime soon.
“I see.. well there’s nothing wrong with that. I mean I know of some traditions but I don’t really indulge in them either. I’ve actually never made a gingerbread house, but that’s a big thing that some people do around Christmas time.” You confessed.
“I’ve heard of gingerbread houses. Sounds like it could be… interesting I guess? Unfortunately I’m not much of a baker, not exactly an architect either.” Alecs laughter made your heart swell but you grinned at his response.
“Guys! Come on, you’re gonna miss watching the Grinch with us!” Sketchy called to you and Alec.
“Well, you heard him, Alec! Let’s go.” You smiled and you took his free hand before the two of you ended up sitting together on the floor to watch the movie together. It was the version of the Grinch with Jim Carrey and it happened to be one of your favorite Christmas movies.
“Have you ever seen this before?” You asked Alec and he shook his head before you grinned. You supposed he would have quite a few firsts the more he hung out with Max’s group.
You continued to watch the movie yet you couldn’t help but to wonder what else Alec had missed out on if he’s never heard of the mistletoe thing, never made a gingerbread house, or even seen the grinch. Then you wondered what exactly he had done.
Meanwhile Alec watched the movie for the first time and he could see why you liked it. It was actually pretty funny. Although it was kinda pathetic that an entire town bullied a kid into self isolation. What a shitty thing to do.
When he glanced down at you, he noticed that you seemed to be off in your own little world while you enjoyed the movie. He noticed that this is probably the happiest he’s seen you, surrounded by Christmas related activities and parties. Even at work you seemed to smile more.
Honestly, seeing you like this was uplifting in a way. It gave him a break from the shitty job he had or the memories of those past Christmases with missions he had to deal with. He wouldn’t mind if you taught him some traditions or even did some of those traditions with him.
He wondered what experiences you’ve had with the holiday growing up, it kind of made him wonder what he and so many other transgenics like him missed out on because of their upbringing.
On the flipped side, Max had been in the very same shoes that he was in, and now here she was hosting Christmas parties and having fun. He was excited to be out of that military base so he could experience all of these things too, really experience them without worrying about blowing some kind of cover he was under.
While he turned his attention back to the movie on the screen, he placed his arm around your shoulder, deciding to make a move now that he knew you didn’t have a boyfriend - a fact that still shocked him - and he could feel you relax beneath his touch. He grinned to himself the moment he felt your head on his shoulder.
Unfortunately, every year you felt like when you watch the Grinch, or any Christmas movie for that matter, the film got shorter and shorter. It felt like only thirty minutes had gone by and it was over. When the movie ended, some people said their goodbyes and decided to call it a night.
You decided to stay behind with Sketchy, Logan and Alec to help clean up the place so it wasn’t too much of a disaster to deal with the following morning.
You were in the kitchen washing some of the dishes so Max or Original Cindy wouldn’t worry about them, and while you were doing that Alec happened to come in with a trash bag full of cups and cans and other trash guests left behind.
“Can I ask you something?” You finally spoke.
“Yeah, shoot.”
“How come you’ve never talked to me before tonight?” You asked curiously. That question had been in your mind for a while, even before that night had even started, and you couldn’t help but wonder about it.
“Honestly, I dunno. You seem friendly and I know I’ve had different opportunities to talk. But I guess at work all we really get is a quick ‘hello’ before we go on our routes. Never had the time to have more of a conversation than just that.” He said.
And you supposed that could be a fair argument. It was rare that the two of you have had the same shifts. And when you saw each other any other time, it was like he said: if you two were to actually talk, you didn’t really get a word in before it was time to go on the routes. Normal was a little relentless with how he runs things at work.
“Yeah, I guess with Normal being up everyone’s ass it kind of makes it hard to have longer talks.” You said, but it still felt like he was holding the truth back - whatever his truth was. You wouldn’t push him though. Honestly you weren’t sure if you wanted to know what his truth was.
“Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” You heard Alec say as you finished up with the dishes.
“Okay?”
“How come you didn’t have anyone to bring you to this thing?” He asked, causing you to lift a brow.
“Anyone meaning a boyfriend sort of anyone?” You laughed and he shrugged as he tied a knot in the trash bag so it could be taken out.
“Well, it could be any mixture of things I suppose. Maybe it could be because I haven’t really been talking to guys at work and caught their interest yet. Maybe it’s because a the one person I would have an interest in hasn’t asked me out yet. Maybe it’s just because I don’t quite get out much and my life is mostly between work and home.” You shrugged.
“A mixture of those, huh?” Alec chuckled.
“And since you brought that up, how come you didn’t have a girlfriend to come along with you? I mean you’re bound to be someone’s type.” You said with a teasing tone and a smirk, causing Alec to chuckle a little.
“Well, maybe I have the same predicament.” Alec said.
“Yeah right! That’s so not what I’ve heard. You have no problems talking to other girls, and how come you didn’t have a little arm candy?” You dried off your hands with one of the kitchen towels.
“Honestly? Felt like coming by myself tonight. Yeah I talk to different people but obviously that’s empty flirting and I can do that anywhere I want to. Just didn’t feel like it this time around I guess.” He replied and went to the sink, washing his hands to get whatever gunk was on the trash bag off his hands.
You hummed a little at the explanation, leaning your back against a random wall before you handed him the towel to dry off his hands and he thanked you for it.
“I’m glad you came, even if Max may have had to persuade you to come.” You admitted and he looked at you once more.
“It was actually pretty fun. I didn’t think she knew how to throw a party that was fun like this.” He commented and you rolled your eyes.
“You’d be surprised,” You grinned, “You two really are like siblings, huh?” Then he laughed.
“Sort of.” He said but then he noticed something about where you were standing.
“Well, we’ve established that couples kiss under a mistletoe, but you didn’t explain when a one person is beneath.” Alec commented and he watched you look up above you just to see the plant above your head. Then he saw the way your cheeks seemed to flush in color.
“Well… you’re a smart guy. I’m sure you can figure it out without needing someone to explain it.” He heard you say and he smiled a little before he tossed the hand towel onto the counter next to the dishes before he carefully walked towards you.
“Well, I can’t keep a damsel like you waiting alone, now can I?” He said as he carefully placed a hand on you hip. You could tell that he was being cautious and trying to give you the opportunity to push him away if this wasn’t what you wanted.
A sweet gesture, really, but how dumb could he be to think you didn’t want this? And how dumb could you be to push him away?
“I suppose it wouldn’t be that heroic of you to keep one waiting beneath mistletoe.” You chuckled and one of your hands found a spot on his shoulder.
Then, he carefully leaned down and placed a soft and quick kiss on the corner of your mouth, as if he were trying to be a tease about it. You weren’t surprised that he would be a bit of a tease.
When you moved your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, however, he looked down at you for a moment before he smirked slightly. Then he leaned down and kissed your lips and lingered this time.
You knew that this wasn’t anticipated, and honestly you didn’t think you would be standing beneath mistletoe and kissing a man you had barely spoken to, but Alec took your breath away with his kiss. This kiss was different than you had expected from him; surprisingly sweet and gentle and he handled you with care.
His lips were a little chapped but they were warm and soft nonetheless. It took you by surprise when you felt his other hand cup your face but the moment that he did it felt like it was just the two of you. You had honestly forgotten that you weren’t even in your own home.
Then, the kiss ended too soon for your liking but you knew you couldn’t stay there forever, even though you would have loved to stay like that with Alec.
“Wow…”You whispered breathlessly and Alec grinned, noticing your cheeks were redder than before.
“It’s about damned time you two did something!” Original Cindy’s voice broke through the atmosphere between you and Alec.
You and Alec both glanced over and noticed that you had a little audience, consisting of Cindy, Max, Alex and Sketchy.
“How long were you guys standing there watching?” You asked with a chuckle.
“Long enough to know that if something doesn’t happen between you two after tonight, I’ll be sorely disappointed.” Cindy said.
“Same here. Alec, you had better take care of my girl, Y/N, otherwise I’ll be kicking your ass straight to the moon.” Max said with a playful smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Wait, you two have been waiting for something like this to happen?” You laughed.
“Waiting? More like manifesting. Max has told me about you two and what she’s hoped to happen.” Logan said with a little chuckle as he adjusted his glasses.
“Awe, so you do think of me outside of work.” Alec teased and Max rolled her eyes and shook her head, smirking.
“Yeah, whatever. Now would you guys get out of here? Cindy and I will finish up with the cleaning.” Max said.
“Personally, I’m wiped. I’ll see y’all around. Thanks for the party, guys. That was great.” Sketchy said with a smile and he held up a peace sign before he walked out of the door.
“I’ll stay and help you finish up.” Logan insisted, but that wasn’t too much of a surprise there.
Then Alec looked down at you for a moment, “You want me to walk you home?”
You smiled up at him, “I’d like that. Maybe on the way we can talk about more of those traditions. I’ll even look into getting some gingerbread houses or something.”
“Sounds like a plan, Sweetheart.” Alec said and he held your hand before the two of you walked out of the apartment.
Never in a million years did Alec think he would be in a place where he would be kissing a girl under mistletoe, or even talk about something like building gingerbread houses. But he knew that this year would be different and he couldn’t be more excited to what this season held for him now that you were there.
Hello everyone! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! This will be the first of hopefully a plethora of holiday themed one shots and I ok forward to sharing them with you! Wishing you all the best~
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Baked with love
Yan gingerbread man x gn reader
I drew Flynn it will be at the end of the post <3
There are no warnings this time :3
Requests are open :D or you can just ask about the oc I don’t mind.
Once upon a time there was a very old bakery, it was ran by a witch. It was very famous for its amazing sweets that were just too good to be true.
The kind words and compliments weren't enough for the witch, she had feared her bakery will be overshadowed. To make sure that wouldn't happen she decided to create living pastries and cookies.
It took her weeks, to perfect the recipe and design, it was finally time for the first ever living cookie.
So, she created the gingerbread man, and that was the last time anyone had ever seen her.
There was an old bakery around the corner, quite popular if you have to admit. For a good reason, the lady that worked there did absolute wonders.
She had a talent for baking. Today you decided to visit her and maybe buy few things. When you walked to the bakery instead of an old lady you met a stylish young man. When you went inside the bakery you could almost feel the magic that was probably present there. The smell was so welcoming and sweet, for some it felt like home, and it was hard to not agree. Though the interior of the place reminded you a little bit of your grandma's house. Small but cozy. Your eyes scanned briefly the delicious baked goods that laid out in the display, freshly baked blueberry and chocolate muffins caught your eye first. Then there was the best-looking apple pie you had ever seen, next to it were colorful macaroons, and so much more.
It made your mouth water.
There were new things also, you never knew Miss Sugar knew how to make candy.
When you were done eyeing up the treats that laid in front of you, you looked up, and instead of meeting the famous old lady you met a young man. His eyes widened, face getting slightly red.
"S-Sorry I did not mean to disturb you"
he bashfully looked away. You chuckled at that, reassuring him that it was okay.
You took a closer look at the young man in front of you. He was dressed in such a fancy manner, wasn't he scared his clothes would get dirty?
He wore frilly creamy blouse with fur? it was a very special look, but it looked well with the red bow and deep brown dress pants. Are those candies in his hair? Maybe they are charms, but boy do they look so real. You saw that he was looking at you again, but this time he tried to avoid eye contact.
"Sorry for staring-" - you started rubbing your neck.
"Nono it's okay really, you aren't really the first to do so..."
"That doesn't make it okay, where is Miss Sugar? I thought she was the only oe working here?"
He straightened his posture, for a second, he looked unsure what emotion should he show. He looked away; his hands rubbed his face. It took him a bit to face you again, his face filled with sorrow.
"Oh, dear you don't know? My aunt left us few days ago"
That sentence left you speechless. You didn't know Miss Sugar for that long, but she was such a nice lady and you felt really bad. Some part of you wished you visited the lady more.
"I am so sorry for your loss..."
He placed his hands on his chest, closing his eyes he said it was okay, when he opened them again, he smiled sweetly.
"Well now I am the owner and baker now, what can I help you with today?"
"I was wondering if you had f/p?"
"We sure do hang on" - he chirped and smoothly went to the room in the back.
You smiled; glad he is dealing so well with the loss of his aunt. It looks like he enjoys the job too. You look around again, he didn't change the decorations maybe he had a sentiment for it?
"Here you go!"
His cheery voice broke you out of your thoughts.
"Thank you uhhh?"
"Flynn"
"Thank you, Flynn, just a warning you will be seeing me around very often"
Flynn placed his hand on his forehead and dramatically sighed "Oh poor me" before laughing, you joined him soon enough.
You paid for your treats and said your goodbyes with Flynn.
You were true to your word; you visited the boy almost every day. You two bonded quite fast. Flynn was very sweet, and when you were hanging around with him you felt so safe.
Though the only weird thing you noticed was that every single time you asked him for something, he always went to the backroom to bring your goods. Flynn always knew what to bring you, sometimes it felt he knew you better than you yourself.
You sometimes wonder why the baked good he brings you have such weird ginger after taste.
But it's okay it's probably nothing right?
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