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Holiday Fic Prompts

dork-magic:

i could make a list of holiday fic prompts… so i did make a list of holiday fic prompts. hit me up with imagine requests!! or use this yourself!!!

(feel free to substitute in specific holidays; i didn’t want to accidentally exclude anything.)

1. “Mistletoe is a classic prank.” “It’s not a prank! It’s a time bomb!”
2. “Gingerbread and eggnog does not constitute a meal.”
3. “Santa wouldn’t like that kind of language…” “Santa isn’t fucking real.”
4. “Help me with the holiday lights?”
5. “This year, we will be using a plastic tree to avoid a repeat of the Great Pine Needle Fiasco of ‘09.”
6. “Merry Christmas!” “Not Christian, but thanks for playing.”
7. “You’re not allowed to dab, whip, or do any kind of dance today. It would be blasphemous.”
8. “Are you barefoot… in the snow?”
9. “Only rules of family dinner: No shirt, no shoes, no service, and don’t ask about my second cousin.”
10. “He’s my drunkle, i.e. my drunk uncle.”
11. “I really love you guys. Like a lot. You’re like my family.” “That would be the eggnog speaking.”
12. “So happy holidays! Whichever ones you celebrate! Or if you don’t celebrate any, that’s cool too! But it’s okay if—” “Thanks, man. You can stop now.”
13. “It’s the last day of school! Look festive!” “Ho ho ho.”
14. “You’re a real Scrooge, you know that?” “Bah, humbug.”
15. “I’ve never found someone who loves the holidays as much as I do.”
16. “Who shoved a pine tree up your ass?”
17. “What do you mean you can’t go home for the holidays?”
18. “What do you mean you’re not coming home for the holidays?”
19. “Guys, this is Steve. He’ll be spending the holidays with us.” “That is a raccoon.”
20. “So it’s time for the Annual Holiday Disney Marathon.”
21. “Peppermint eggnog cheesecake is a tradition!” “We have literally never done this before.”
22. “So who invited them to holiday dinner?” “I don’t think anyone did. They just sort of appeared in the kitchen and started helping to cook.”
23. “Canceled flight?” “Canceled flight.”
24. “It’s the holidays! You don’t have work today!” “Just because my boss is lazy doesn’t mean I am.”
25. “Will you be my New Year’s kiss?”

Kiss the Girl (Edmund Pevensie/Reader)

requested by @organadreams : Heeey, so, about the fic prompt list (love it, btw), I was wondering if you can match 13 and 20? And I was also wondering if you do reader inserts (if yes, then can it be a Edmund x Reader? If not, just do as you wish, I know it will rock 😘)

thanks for requesting! holiday prompt list can be found here.

    You laughed as you walked out of English class, nudging your best friend. Edmund had a frown on his face as he regarded the hallway of students in Santa hats, elf ears, and in one notable case, a reindeer onesie.

    “What’s got you so annoyed?” you teased. “It’s the last day of school. Look festive!”

    “Ho ho ho,” he said drily, making you laugh.  “It’s just that Peter won’t be home for Christmas this year, and Susan will be spending time with her girlfriend’s family. It won’t feel like the holidays without them.”

    You nodded, knowing what he meant. “Hey, don’t worry. Peter promised he’d Skype home for Christmas, and you know Susan will too.” He smiled as you added, “And hey, remember you’re coming over tonight.”

    Edmund grinned, his sour mood forgotten. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

    The doorbell rang just as you set down the last bowl of popcorn. You ran to the door and opened it to see Edmund.

    “I come bearing chocolate,” he said, grinning down at you and making your heart skip a beat. “Also, mints.”

    “Good, we’ll add it to the pile,” you replied, grabbing his arm and forcibly propelling him into the living room. He burst out laughing when he saw the fruits of your efforts. Every inch of the coffee table was covered in bowls of candy, chips, and popcorn. The floor was a nest of blankets, and next to the table was a pile of DVDs.

    “It’s the start of winter break, so it’s time for the Annual Holiday Disney Marathon!” you announced, feeling a smile splitting your face.

    Edmund threw himself down on the blanket pile and exclaimed, “Let’s get started!” He grabbed the pile of DVDs and started sorting through them. “Mulan first? Or Hercules?” he asked.

    “Let’s start with the classics,” you said, sitting down next to him and pulling Snow White from the pile. He nudged you with his shoulder, the proximity making you shiver.

    “Or…” he said, holding up Moana. You squealed, and grabbed it out of his hand. You jumped up to put it in the DVD player as he laughed at your reaction.

    Sitting back down on the floor next to Edmund, you sighed in contentment as the Disney logo scrolled across the screen.

    You yawned and blinked your eyes open. You glanced over at Edmund, whose arm had found its way around your shoulders during The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Oh my god, I’m in his lap. He smiled down at you nervously, and you felt a smile tugging at your own lips.

Slowly, you leaned in, your eyes fixed on his as The Little Mermaid played in the background. Edmund’s soft lips met yours, at first hesitantly and then a little more insistently. His arm moved from your shoulders to your waist, tugging you closer to him, as your arms snaked around his neck.

    Suddenly, the music turned from quiet to deafening as the chorus came in. You and Edmund broke away from each other, turning to look at the screen. You felt a laugh bubbling in your chest, as you saw Sebastian the crab serenading Ariel and Eric in a boat. Turning back to Edmund, you saw his grin as you sang along, “Kiss the girl!”

Pain and Glory

dork-magic:

The first time Enjolras saw Grantaire, his first thought was “Beautiful.” Grantaire was using a knife to carve the table he was sitting at, but he had not filled it with words. Instead, the table’s surface was covered in swirling lines and sharp, hard angles, coming together to form a masterpiece that looked like a half-forgotten memory of pain and glory.

And then Grantaire raised his head from the table and looked Enjolras in the eyes, and opened his mouth, and Enjolras knew, he knew, that the man’s words would not be beautiful, but so very ugly.

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The first time Grantaire saw Enjolras, really saw him, his first thought was “Beautiful.” For once, Grantaire was not drunk and rambling and incessantly needling Enjolras. For once, Enjolras was able to deliver his speech without interruption, and Grantaire was utterly consumed. Enjolras’s words were like his own paintbrush, his own knife with which he carved history, and they forged an image of a world free of pain, and filled with glory.

And then Enjolras’s eyes rested on Grantaire, on the drunkard, on the useless one, on the skeptic, and Grantaire looked away, for he knew that the look in Enjolras’s eyes would not be beautiful, but so very ugly.

Pain and Glory

The first time Enjolras saw Grantaire, his first thought was “Beautiful.” Grantaire was using a knife to carve the table he was sitting at, but he had not filled it with words. Instead, the table’s surface was covered in swirling lines and sharp, hard angles, coming together to form a masterpiece that looked like a half-forgotten memory of pain and glory.

And then Grantaire raised his head from the table and looked Enjolras in the eyes, and opened his mouth, and Enjolras knew, he knew, that the man’s words would not be beautiful, but so very ugly.

The first time Grantaire saw Enjolras, really saw him, his first thought was “Beautiful.” For once, Grantaire was not drunk and rambling and incessantly needling Enjolras. For once, Enjolras was able to deliver his speech without interruption, and Grantaire was utterly consumed. Enjolras’s words were like his own paintbrush, his own knife with which he carved history, and they forged an image of a world free of pain, and filled with glory.

And then Enjolras’s eyes rested on Grantaire, on the drunkard, on the useless one, on the skeptic, and Grantaire looked away, for he knew that the look in Enjolras’s eyes would not be beautiful, but so very ugly.

Holiday Fic Prompts

i could make a list of holiday fic prompts… so i did make a list of holiday fic prompts. hit me up with imagine requests!! or use this yourself!!!

(feel free to substitute in specific holidays; i didn’t want to accidentally exclude anything.)

1. “Mistletoe is a classic prank.” “It’s not a prank! It’s a time bomb!”
2. “Gingerbread and eggnog does not constitute a meal.”
3. “Santa wouldn’t like that kind of language…” “Santa isn’t fucking real.”
4. “Help me with the holiday lights?”
5. “This year, we will be using a plastic tree to avoid a repeat of the Great Pine Needle Fiasco of ‘09.”
6. “Merry Christmas!” “Not Christian, but thanks for playing.”
7. “You’re not allowed to dab, whip, or do any kind of dance today. It would be blasphemous.”
8. “Are you barefoot… in the snow?”
9. “Only rules of family dinner: No shirt, no shoes, no service, and don’t ask about my second cousin.”
10. “He’s my drunkle, i.e. my drunk uncle.”
11. “I really love you guys. Like a lot. You’re like my family.” “That would be the eggnog speaking.”
12. “So happy holidays! Whichever ones you celebrate! Or if you don’t celebrate any, that’s cool too! But it’s okay if—” “Thanks, man. You can stop now.”
13. “It’s the last day of school! Look festive!” “Ho ho ho.”
14. “You’re a real Scrooge, you know that?” “Bah, humbug.”
15. “I’ve never found someone who loves the holidays as much as I do.”
16. “Who shoved a pine tree up your ass?”
17. “What do you mean you can’t go home for the holidays?”
18. “What do you mean you’re not coming home for the holidays?”
19. “Guys, this is Steve. He’ll be spending the holidays with us.” “That is a raccoon.”
20. “So it’s time for the Annual Holiday Disney Marathon.”
21. “Peppermint eggnog cheesecake is a tradition!” “We have literally never done this before.”
22. “So who invited them to holiday dinner?” “I don’t think anyone did. They just sort of appeared in the kitchen and started helping to cook.”
23. “Canceled flight?” “Canceled flight.”
24. “It’s the holidays! You don’t have work today!” “Just because my boss is lazy doesn’t mean I am.”
25. “Will you be my New Year’s kiss?”

Vegas (Before the Morning)

at night
we lie awake
thirteen mattresses on the floor
thirteen girls in the room
Olivia doesn’t quite fit, but we squeeze her in anyway

remember how the coffee made us shake
trading our sodas and bottled frappuccinos
jelly beans and pop-tarts
Liana spills the goldfish and we laugh

memories, they came and went
these three weeks are so short
and so long
I can’t remember anything before Eva and Sammi and Michelle
I don’t want to remember anything before Nicole and Mary and Mythili

in light of all the time we spent
toes buried in the grass, face turned to the sun
running and laughing and yelling
ice cream cones and afternoons playing cards on the quad

my home tonight
for one more long night
tomorrow camp ends
tomorrow we leave for home
tomorrow is the last time we will see each other

tonight we will make sure
we never forget each other

my friends are a different breed
my friends are everything

Just something I wrote thinking about summer camp. Italicized lyrics are from Vegas by All Time Low.