Fanbingo: Rule 63 + High School AU + Cuddling + Holidays (Christmas) (+ Food + Post-Artemis + Evil + Wordplay)
Willow flopped down next to Dixie on the bean bag in the corner of the student break room at Gotham High.
“Dude, careful,” Dixie scolded, “I’ve got scissors.” Elbowing the girl now draped on her aside, she painstakingly snipped a final piece from the paper in her hands and unfolded the delicate snowflake. She grinned. “Am I awesome or what?”
“Mmph,” Willow agreed through a snowman sugar cookie. “I dunno how you have patience for that sort of thing.”
“Does this mean I have to go hang it?”
Dixie shrugged. “Eh, it’s kinda late for that anyway. Party started an hour ago; doubt anyone cares.” She stretched and draped herself right back over her girlfriend, tucking her face into the red hair curled at Williow’s collarbone. “So glad you could join me on my break, though,” glancing up at her with big blue bedroom eyes. “You know how stressful it can get, being a woman in a position of power.”
Willow batted her eyelashes, “Why, Ms. Student Council President, are you taking advanta - HEY!” Willow wiggled out from under Dixie. “I’m mad at you!”
“Yeah. You’re evil. You paired me with Apollo for the mistletoe portion of the Reindeer Games!”
“Hmm?” Dixie pretended to pick a stray piece of paper off her shirt, “Is this a problem?”
“Duh. Can you say a-w-k-w-e, no, wait, I’m bad at this, uh, a-r-d?”
Dixie sniggered. “Well, you’re the one that wanted to play that game,” she said, planting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands and smiling brightly up at Willow. “Serves ya right.”
Willow rolled her eyes and dragged Dixie’s diminutive gymnast frame into her lap. “You little …”
“You love it.”
“… yeah,” she sighed. “I may have arranged a private mistletoe event, though. You know. As revenge.”
“… what? With who?”
Willow dug through a bag and tossed a key on the floor.
“That’s the key to the break ro-” Dixie began.
And a sprig of mistletoe. Willow grinned.
“You … you’re bad at ‘revenge.’”
“You can correct me later.” Willow held the mistletoe over Dixie’s head. “Before that, though … won’t you join in my reindeer games?”
Dixie laughed and pulled Willow deeper into the bean bag. “You’re a dork.”
“You love it.”
~ Here’s how I’ll mark secondary stuff if you want to include it. As you can see, the definition of “evil” can also equal “troll.”