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the way everyday goes | ty

christmas au

pairing: tzuyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 7k

warning: again so sweet it'll rot your teeth ;-;

summary: your bank account may be crying, but that doesn't matter when you spend money on the people you love most

a/n: this year (last years rip) christmas fic, would anyone believe me if i said everything was ready to be posted ?? i just got lazy, i'm sorry HAFGDHSKFH thanks to @eternallyghosting my human spelling and grammar check but ngl tho, i wrote this fic very weirdly, so expect some things to not add up, but yeah !! happy new year !!

When Tzuyu opened the door to her studio, she seemed the furthest thing from happy to see you. Though that was often the expression she wore when dealing with the likes of you.

You, on the other hand, wore a wide grin, shaking a large bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of iced coffee in the other.

She was dressed in her usual garb. The one she wore when she locked herself in her room for an ungodly amount of days. An extra large sweatshirt that fell to her thighs with matching sweatpants in black colour. The only indicator of her tension is the frayed hem of one corner, no doubt picked at the seam while she reads all of her essays and articles and textbooks.

Tzuyu was unamused, but you were used to that. No harm done. Scoffing at her deadpan look, you shoved your way into her small house. When she didn’t step to the side, your back clipped the door frame, while all she did was watch you with her owlish eyes.

“Good morning,” you said, throwing another grin at her over your shoulder as you made your way straight to her study desk. Tzuyu had barely moved, holding the door open and just watching you run around her home as if it were your own. “Come on, why do you look like that? Catch!”

And you threw the chips packet at her.

Your smile only widened as Tzuyu watched the packet fly across the distance between you and let it fall to her feet. She looked at the packet and then at you and then back at the packet. With a sigh, she closed the door behind her.

You expected as much from her and shrugged. “Have fun with your crumbs,” you said, observing her study desk.

“Oh, I will,” she mumbled and bent down to pick up the fallen treat.

Exams are over. Results were coming out soon for the semester. And best of all, your holidays have started. The campus is closed for a whole week until New Year’s, truly there was nothing to frown at. Yet, there you stood scrutinising Tzuyu’s desk.

Her laptop is open on some unit site, codes and words that meant nothing to you. Her notebooks were strewn open with loose sheets, all highlighted and annotated with multicoloured pens. Sticky notes infiltrated every part of your vision. It overwhelmed you. Though, you supposed a student like Tzuyu could only function as such.

“What—What is all…” you gestured loosely at her table, “this?”

Tzuyu, still at her place in front of the door, tilted her head to the left as she opened the chips packet. Her blank stare was just a touch away from a glare as she decided not to grace you with a response.

You were used to her tricks. Same as she was to your taunts.

“You know the semester is over right, like, you can rest now,” you say, but Tzuyu scoffed.

She made her way towards you and headed to the cupboard behind. But not before offering you some of her chips, you tipped the crumbs into your mouth.

“I have to prepare for postgrad,” she said, “you know that.”

“Oh, what postgrad?” you asked, feigning cluelessness but Tzuyu just sent a scathing glare over her shoulder. “Do you mean the postgrad that starts in September of next year?”

“Second week of October,” she said, as she pushed hangers out of the way as if they’d personally offended her.

“Oh, even worse,” you sighed dramatically, throwing your arm over your forehead though she didn’t turn having seen this routine so many times. “That’s what? Only like a year’s worth of time—”

“It’s only ten months.”

“Oh sorry, only ten months, that’s truly so little time,” you said, purposely standing in her way when she turned to lay out her pick on the bed. Tzuyu liked to visualize her clothes.

“That time will pass in a flash—get! Get out of my way!” she shoved you to the side and walked to her bed before continuing. “Before you know it, the semester will start and you’ll be wondering how you’re already behind on assignments.”

That was such a fatalistic belief that only a student like Tzuyu can hold. Even when she, herself, has disproved such thinking.

“Yeah, but you did promise to take a break for a while,” you said, a bit of seriousness slipping in but you caught yourself. Shrugging exaggeratedly for effect and took a moment to consider. After a pause, you clapped your hands together. “Like how we said we’d go out and celebrate today! Remember that?”

“Can’t say I do. Is that why you’re up so early today?” she said as she moved back and forth pulling out pieces to complete her outfit. Tzuyu then returned to her cupboard, shuffling something around in there. You’d say that she was trying to figure out how to complete her look, but knowing her, she’d probably planned her outfit for the day.

You looked at your wrist, there was no watch. “Yeah, getting up before twelve was a real struggle,” you said and you moved right by her as she finally picked out a manuka winter coat. She ignored the way you clung to her side, though you didn’t miss the small smile she wore. Donning a smile of your own, you continued. “But you know those are the sacrifices I make for our relationship.”

“Oh, is that right?” Tzuyu asked, following along with your playacting.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been waiting all week for this day. All month even, you could say. Just for this, this very special, oh-so-jolly day. All only to get some time to spend with you, my—” You had just opened your arms to cage Tzuyu from moving around but she’d stopped you with a hand to chest.

“It’s not that serious,” her words were clipped but she was smiling. “Calm down, now.”

“Now, why would I do that?” you asked, arms still outstretched, you jutted your chin at them, waiting for your hug.

Tzuyu rolled her eyes but still relented.

She giggled when your arms closed around like how a claw machine would around a toy. And similarly—

“Don’t—” her words ended in a squeal as you lifted her up and spun her around, a little wobbly on your feet just to mess with her.

You dragged her down to her bed, crumpling her perfectly set up clothes on the way, and burst into giggles. All the while Tzuyu grumbled her distaste at being lifted up while struggling to get away from your hold.

“Stop laughing!” she shrieked, pushing herself away as giggles escaped her lips as well. “Seriously, seriously! I’ll go get ready, let me go now!”

You just hummed and rolled away as she hurriedly got off the bed. She straightened herself up before tugging at her clothes from beneath you. All you did was watch her, a cold sensation climbed up your arms.

“You’re unbelievable,” she was flushed when she said it, but grinning ear to ear as she made her way to her bathroom.

By the time the pair of you had reached the bus station, you had finished both the packet of chips and your bottle of iced coffee. Swiping her card quickly, Tzuyu made her way to the back of the bus and picked a two-seater. This early in the morning and this far out of the city, there was barely anyone on the bus. She shuffled herself next to the window just as you took a seat next to her.

The bus had already moved from the station when Tzuyu pulled out her phone and earphones from her pockets. Without even looking at you, she handed you the left earphone after putting the right one on. When you accepted, she pressed play and leaned back with her eyes closed.

You watched her for a second, a reprieve from when she wasn’t studying you back. You heard a chime somewhere in your vicinity, but you didn’t turn away, your stop wasn’t up until a while.

Tzuyu often looked perfect.

Of course, that was simple to say because she was beautiful. There was no doubt about it.

But it wasn’t so surface-level. It bled into how she carried herself and practically built her facade.

She’d said it herself.

“Repetition leads to routine, and practice leads to perfection. It’s monotonous but it brings order. They set a standard,” she paused. “And that’s something I can’t afford to give up.”

Granted, when she had uttered those words you’d found her in the same awful set of lockdown-sweats. A manic look in her eyes and her hair was frizzy from having a hand run through it so many times. She’d stayed up all night writing her draft of an essay that was worth nearly fifty percent of her grade. She’d barely eaten, surviving on instant black coffee and cereal bars.

In those types of moments, she reminded herself of those words. She repeated them when her motivation dipped beyond recognition and staring at her screen made her eyes dry up. She had a sticky note of the same words written in a hasty scrawl in her line of sight, just above where her laptop sat, so it was always on her mind. She’d apologise because she was not one to bite her tongue, but she’d tell you the same words. And sometimes it motivated you, seeing her excel, you wanted that for yourself too. But most of the time, the weight of working so hard crushed you straight into the ground.

It was worrying but she never really let herself stay down. And maybe, that’s where you came in.

When she’d tired herself out, you’d bought her dinner to make sure she had a proper meal before she slept for a whole day. You provided the snacks when you both holed yourselves in the library. You dragged her out by planning days such as this. You were her reprieve.

And by that time, you’d figured her out.

You saw her past the perfection she so delicately manufactured. Past the painted nails. Past the crisply ironed dress shirts. Past the curious gaze.

It wasn’t as if she completely removed her imperfections. If you knew where to look, you could find it. The fraying insides of her cuffs from picking at the threads. The flimsy collar barely holding its shape after being pulled at for so long. The flyaway strands that came undone when she played with her hair. They were always there, always humanizing her. You just needed to look at her long enough to know they existed.

When you saw the muscle in her cheek twitch, you were brought back to the sensation of the moving bus, rumbling beneath you. She knew you were watching, but decided against confronting you about it. The thought brought a smile of your own as you picked up your phone to check when you needed to stop the bus.

That was your duty. Your role in this relationship. One you took with pride.

Tzuyu was comfortable enough to let herself take a step back and allow you to drag her wherever you’d planned, no questions asked. The entire day was scheduled on your phone, even allowing for late buses and trains. You’ve travelled enough on public transportation to account for this sort of thing.

So that's how the trip to the central business district went. From bus to subway, from station to station, and one line to another—Tzuyu stuck by you.

Her earphones, still connecting you. Your hand, always holding hers.

You knew this city like the back of your hand. That happens when you spend nearly four years travelling back and forth, finding part-time jobs, going out, and attending events.

Yet you were still noticing new things from time to time.

As soon as your train stopped in the main district, you headed straight for the restaurants to load up on snacks. You still had time to kill before you needed to go where you needed to be. So you let Tzuyu drag you around, gawking at books she wants to read, playing around with fabrics of sweatshirts she already owned, but most importantly, you bought her almost everything she asked for when it came to food.

Though she did threaten to leave when you first proclaimed loudly at the counter. “Don’t worry, anything for my pretty princess.”

That was how you ended up holding two special collectable bubble tea cups, a take-away bag filled with free samples, and an inviting half-eaten honey cake which the pair of you left for later since it was too sweet.

From time to time, you pestered Tzuyu to take photos of you. Although she whined about it, once the camera was up, she was striking a pose. Her, always so prim and proper, and you, always with your arm above her or around her or holding her. Always gazing at her.

“Tell me you didn’t,” though you weren’t facing her, you could imagine her gawking.

“Well, I kinda did,” you shrugged, before throwing the clerk a smile as he went in to grab your shoes.

“How much was this—”

“I told you, money is not a problem! Anything for my sweet little schnookums—oi! That actually really hurt!” you leaned on the counter, a groan escaping you as you held the bicep that was harassed. “Unbelievable, unbelievable!”

Tzuyu just stuck her tongue out before grabbing her own shoes and heading in.

“Real mature,” you grumbled with a smile as you grabbed your pair of shoes and followed after her.

You’d dumped all your belongings except your phone into a locker and took a seat by Tzuyu to put on the ice skating shoes. For some reason, the fit was never perfect. Sometimes it felt like it was biting into your toes, or placing pressure on your ankle, but then it felt too loose when you tried to stand. While you were doing and undoing the laces, you missed the way Tzuyu just watched you with a smile.

With a groan, you tried again, hoping to get it down this time. “Honestly,” you looked up for a second at the rink. “I didn’t expect it to be this packed.”

“Oh, you’re telling me you didn’t expect one of the biggest ice rinks… in the city… to be busy… on Christmas Eve?” Tzuyu asked, her voice dripping with more derision with every statement.

“Okay but is it really Christmas Eve if it is, like, eleven in the morning?” you asked with a sigh as you finally finished tying your shoes.

“The whole day is the Eve,” she sent you a look as she stood, not wobbling at all on her blades. “And it’s almost two.”

“Is it?!” you asked, pulling out your phone. She was right!

Not according to schedule, but you expected as much. You could work with this.

“That’s fine,” you said and pocketed your phone before trying to get up. Tzuyu’s hand was already in your vision, and without hesitation, you took it. “Thanks.”

When you were stable, she let go.

“Okay, you can do it,” and with that, she took two steps and was on the rink already merging with the moving crowd that circled the border.

“Chou Tzuyu, are you serious?” you screamed, even getting some looks, but you weren’t bothered.

Even with the crowd, and the blaring Christmas tunes, you could hear her laugh once you spotted her. Tzuyu had her head thrown back, eyes crinkled close, and her right hand gripping the railing so she didn't double over and eat ice shavings. If she wasn’t having so much fun, you’d have been mad at her for laughing at your expense.

Tzuyu moved along but slowed down a bit so that you could catch up. It’s not as if you’ve never skated before, you have. After all, you were the one to book this outing. You just hoped you would be a little bit more graceful. Of course, after a few rounds, the lack of practice and confidence will disappear, but for the moment, you longingly stared at the children gleefully making circles in the middle of the rink with their penguins.

“Oh, come on, let go of the railing,” Tzuyu taunted, skating smoothly by your side, while you were hunched over the railing, basically walking on ice. “Come on!”

“Yeah, I don’t have a death wish,” a child giggled as she passed around you with a penguin aid. You’re sticking next to the railing too, kid!

“Why did you book this if you’re not even going to skate properly?” Tzuyu had the gall to pout.

“Because it’s in theme! Winter, holidays, snow, Christmas—!” you let out an ugly squeal as the blades slipped from underneath you. For a moment, you flailed. You imagined you looked like those cartoon characters just as they teetered off a cliff, hands winding around like a propeller to stop themselves from plummeting. Thankfully, the railing was your shining knight in armour and your wayward legs had stopped fighting you.

Tzuyu had stopped skating. But once you looked back at her, both elbows over the railing while huffing and puffing, she just broke out laughing. Maybe you’d admire how free she looked when she laughed like that if you weren’t glaring at her. While she did that, you pulled yourself into a standing position.

“I’m fine,” you huffed out as you were standing and facing the rink again. “Thanks for worrying, by the way.”

Still chuckling, Tzuyu came closer to the railing. And then she did something insane.

Pushing herself with one foot, she spun around and came to a stop in front of you.

When did she have the time to learn all of that?

“No need to show off.” Tzuyu rolled her eyes as she extended her arms.

“And no need to be killjoy,” she retaliated before jutting her chin at her hands. “Come on, take it.”

You made quite the show of how much you did not want this, though it was hard to suppress your smile. She shared the expression when you took her help. With a nod, she pushed off and moved backwards, pulling you with her.

When she tugged you close, you let out another yelp, and she had to press her lips thin to not burst out laughing again. She moved slowly, helping you find your footing on the ice while you navigated her away from bumping into people. Maybe if you weren’t so busy with maintaining your balance, you may have taken your chance to press a kiss on her nose, only to watch her scrunch her eyes shut and blush to her ears.

Once you’d done a round like that, Tzuyu decided to be brave and pushed herself back to your side. Although she was still holding one of your hands, leaning down, she picked up pace and so you followed her. Before you knew it, you were skating again. Like you used to, the few times you visit. Right by her side, competitions and bets came up, but at the end of the rounds, you were just finding ways to hold Tzuyu’s hand again.

When you realized that the rink’s Christmas playlist had looped, you decided it was time for a break. For you, at least. Stopping at a corner near the entrance to the rink, you leaned on the railing as you watched Tzuyu make easy rounds around the rink, even daring to skate between people. Like any other person, you picked out your phone and started filming her fly across the rink.

There was one particular move where she skated backwards and manoeuvred into a slow spin that made her laugh when she executed it perfectly. However, she’d almost run over a child who barely reached her knee in the process. Instantly, she was on her knees on the ice, even though the kid kept shaking her head to convey that she was fine. That was how you had another video of Tzuyu, skating hand in hand with a little girl as she taught her how to do a little circle.

You were on the seats with your shoes already in your hands when Tzuyu plopped herself down next to you.

“Happy?” you asked, tilting your head to watch her.

The grand clock chimed to mark the start of a new hour.

She nodded, eyes scrunched close again as she grinned. “Very.”

By the time you’d collected your things and finished up the rest of your leftover snacks, it was already time for dinner. You made your reservation just in time. When you entered the restaurant, the first thing the maitre d’ did was judge you. Well, you couldn’t be sure of what was going through his head, though you're sure he wasn’t supposed to stare at you for so long.

Granted, you and Tzuyu had sprinted the last few steps because it started snowing hard, and were huffing and puffing like some steam engine.

“Welcome,” his voice pitched high before he corrected himself and tried again. Instead of bursting out laughing, you and Tzuyu just shared an amused look before following him.

He guided you through the main lounge of the restaurant and to the private rooms you’d booked. Most places had flashing lights, a horrifying mixture of green and red covering every surface to get in the spirit. However, you loved how this restaurant had decorated the places. The whole place was dimmed, so only the fairy lights by the curling and candles on the tables twinkled. Each table had its own bouquet with flowers you couldn’t name, some adorned with miniature ornaments and some with paper-crafted reindeers and bells. Dinner plates, champagne glasses, and table mats had little accents of red and green, nothing too daring.

You supposed such simple elegance was expected of a high-end restaurant, but that also meant their clientele was of a different calibre too. Most of those at the tables were couples in expensive clothes and greying hair. Some seemed younger, but even they held an air of authority that you doubted you held as you trudged your way through the place.

Not that it mattered though. The waiter introduced the pair of you to your room and informed you how you could ring for help before closing the door behind him. With just you and Tzuyu in the room, you made yourselves comfortable.

Tzuyu pulled up the menu while you shrugged off your coat and hung it over your chair. “Are you sure we’re in the right place?” she asked before turning the menu and showing off the price of the dishes.

“Well, seeing as my name was on their list and they haven’t kicked us out. I think, yes,” you replied and picked up a menu for yourself. “Order anything. Whatever you want.”

You said a bit more genuinely than the last few times you did.

“Are you sure?” Tzuyu asked, still scrutinizing the prices.

“Of course,” you nodded, scanning for a dish that was worth the price. “My treat, remember.”

Tzuyu’s (and your own, really) inhibitions about the price had disappeared once you had your first bite. The food was absolutely divine. The pair of you had ordered two different dishes and then swapped halfway through, and then ordered one more dish and a dessert to end it with.

Tzuyu was scraping the bottom of her bowl when you asked her. “What do you think about marriage?”

The scraping stopped.

You’d have laughed at the little smudge of chocolate by her lip if her eyes weren’t so wide.

“Like, you mean, us?” she asked slowly.

A small chuckle escaped you as you moved the ice cream around in your own bowl. “No, like, in general.”

“Is this about Sana?”

That was the name of the second person in Tzuyu’s ginormous friend group who had gotten married over the summer. You never really knew the woman personally, or any of her friends really, but you’d heard enough about them and visited two weddings to know what they were like. And especially how much they mattered to Tzuyu.

“Sure, I guess,” you shrugged and Tzuyu returned to her dessert, although much slower this time around. “I don’t know, it just feels so daunting, you know?”

Tzuyu waited in silence.

With a sigh, you continued. “They’re so young and they got married,” you admitted.

It wasn’t just Tzuyu’s friends. You’ve heard stories within your own lectures, of people discussing marriage plans and getting engaged and dream weddings. And if not that, they were settling down, in relationships that seemed to promise security more than momentary pleasure. You’re not one to give that sort of thing too much thought, but you’d be a liar if you said you’ve never thought about it.

Tzuyu studied her bowl, apparently, there was still quite a bit of dessert left. “They know what they want…”

That was a simple enough answer.

Did you know what you want?

Your hand stopped spinning your spoon around as you studied Tzuyu.

Bells. That’s what you heard when you looked at her. Not like the deafening sirens you set as your morning alarm or the jingles you’ve been hearing all day. A soft melody filled with dulcet notes, building as your heart rate increased. It must be a sound you’ve heard before if your mind can come up with it… right? But you just couldn’t place the sound, it didn’t sound like any song you’d heard and if it was, you wouldn't recognize it.

You heard it every time you glanced at her, it arose in the strangest of moments. The pair of you had just pulled an all-nighter, the sky was losing darkness and turning into a dreamy blue, and when you turned to Tzuyu, you found her face pressed onto her textbook. She was out cold, the right side of her face completely smashed and her mouth hanging open as she slept. You had to clasp a hand over your mouth from laughing at yourself and waking her up.

And then you heard it when she first made instant noodles her way for you and added a concerning amount of cheeses. Then, it was when she suggested visiting a new cafe in the city and you’d agreed without question. Or when she’d bought you a random trinket from a street vendor solely because it had reminded her of you. So many trivial moments, filled with a soundtrack of your own making for your very own love story.

Because it was one. There were no two ways about it.

People often say falling in love is magical, perhaps that holds some truth to it. The fluttering in your stomach that you couldn’t differentiate from nervousness, the beating of your heart hammering away as if it were to burst, the shiver that runs up your neck, that same sense of suffocation you feel when you’re out of breath. How gooseflesh rises on your skin, but you feel so warm inside. And when you look at her, it's a sensation of relief that you feel. The tinge of positivity when she looks back at you, a twinkle in her eyes to let you know you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

You wanted to ask her and you have asked her.

Were you supposed to do something right now? In the moment? What would happen if we didn’t address it? How could we plan anything? How many times could we tell each other that it’s not fear? That we’re not scared? You’re not scared? But you are, you really are. It was overwhelming.

Are we falling behind?

She’d always denied it.

And she was right, of course.

But it didn’t always feel like it.

There were only a handful of people you considered true friends from your university. Not because they’d done anything to you or whatever, some people just click and stick with you forever and some don’t. It was simple. It was normal. And the former was true of Tzuyu.

It was so true, sometimes it brought tears to your eyes when you thought about it in the middle of the night. It really is so overwhelming just how much you felt for her. Perhaps this was love, or it was something else, you’ve never felt at this intensity before. You really couldn’t name it. And that might sound strange but it was true, nothing could really encompass what you felt, or heard even, when you looked at her.

“What are you looking at?” Tzuyu’s voice broke you from your reverie.

Your mouth made the shape to enunciate the word.

“And don’t say, you,” Tzuyu groaned as she pushed her bowl away, she’d finished her treat.

She knew your tricks all too well. You’ll need to change it up.

“Don’t freak, but there’s a bug on your—”

“What?” Tzuyu freaked out. “Where? Where is it? Tell me!”

Freezing up, all she could do was glare when you just chuckled. “I was wondering if I should just slap you to hit it,” Tzuyu’s eyes widened and you couldn’t help your laughter. “Or just leave you at its mercy and run, I didn’t want its attention on me–”

“Just get it off!”

“–but you know, sudden movements and things. I can’t die, I have too much to live for—” she shrieked your name, pleading as her hands gripped the table. “Okay, okay, come here.”

Gesturing for her to move forward, you leaned over the table to wipe away the smudge of ice cream by the corner of her lips. The smudge was long gone, so she should have guessed so was the 'bug' but you just held her chin. You, watching her. And her, watching you.

Having lingered long enough, you pulled your hand back with a smile.

“Thanks,” she mumbled after clearing her throat.

You just nodded before showing her your bowl of melted ice cream. “Do you want to finish this off too?”

“Yes, please,” she said, “but I also have something for you.”

You tilted your head in confusion, every single plate on her side of the table had been wiped clean. What did she have to give you?

You were just about to voice those words when she pulled out a small package from underneath the table. A gasp had barely left your lips when she spoke.

“It’s not a ring.”

“I’m heartbroken.”

“I’m sure you are,” Tzuyu placed the package next to your bowl and took the ice cream. “Open it.”

Following orders, you opened the package and you started second-guessing her claim of this not being a marriage proposal. Of course, you knew it wouldn’t be, you’d talked about as much. But you guessed somewhere you’d like to hear such news.

You sent her a glance when you felt the velvet inning of the box, though she just shook her head.

What was in there, when you opened the box, was a necklace.

A loud snort escaped you that you had to clasp a hand over your mouth.

When you looked up, Tzuyu was shovelling ice cream into her mouth but still grinning. She was doing anything to avoid looking at you.

The necklace barely matched its packaging. The first thing that caught your attention was an amulet, it was discolored and its design eroded, by wear that you could barely make out what it used to be. But you knew. And you remembered.

Four years ago, during some university-wide event, the amulet had caught your attention on some stall. But at the same time you’d reached for it, so had Tzuyu. The bells. That’s where you could track them back to. Some busking artist that had been performing at the time, providing a melody that you’d come to associate with Tzuyu herself and the love you have for her.

Tzuyu had been very adamant about having the amulet, and you, well you couldn’t care less. So you’d said the opposite and asked her to buy you the very expensive, very sugary, glazed doughnuts from the foodtruck down the line. And she’s just said yes.

And then you talked. You exchanged your numbers. And the rest well, was history.

Tzuyu never came around to wearing the amulet, and one night she admitted that she only bought it for its aesthetics, but could never find a moment to properly wear it. And if she did, she found herself wrapping it around her wrist so she could play with it when class was boring. The same night you admitted you just used the necklace to get yourself free doughnuts. From then on, she made it very obvious to wear it whenever you were around.

And now, it has returned to you. Having lost all of its aesthetic appeal.

“Oh this, this is priceless,” you said, giggling and tugging it from the box, already putting it on. “Thank you.”

“I thought you’d like it,” she said, finishing the last of your ice cream. “Now, where’s my present?”

You know she was asking to be cheeky, but you still entertained her. “Oh, like the whole day I planned and spent with my hard-earned money wasn’t a present?”

The train ride back was longer than you’d expected, but it gave Tzuyu some time to nap. Once again, you were connected by your hands and her earphones, as she lay her head on your shoulder.

Seeing as how late it was, buses would take longer to make their last rounds. Which is why you left Tzuyu at the bus stop, so you could quickly rush to the general store behind it and get some more snacks. Hot chocolate seemed like the right choice at a time like this, the perfect ending to the day. The scene would be magical, being seated together at a bus stop, illuminated by a warm lamppost, surrounded by flecks of snow as you sipped on hot chocolate. But also, you were craving more ice cream. Dealing with a cold will be your future you’s problem.

So you grabbed two cones and a hand warmer and swiped your card.

The streets seemed empty, even though it wasn’t even that late. Well… by a student’s standard, it wasn’t that late, seeing as it was nearing eleven in the evening, perhaps it was late.

“I got our snacks,” you said, holding up a cone in each hand. Tzuyu just chuckled as she took one from your hand. She struggled for a moment to peel off the wrapping with her gloved hands, but when she did, she bit a large chunk of the ice cream, and you just gawked in awe.

The bus had arrived by the time you finished the cones. Just as your stop arrived, Tzuyu’s music stopped. Someone was calling her.

“What time is it?” she asked, pulling out her phone, you missed the caller’s name.

“Like, almost midnight,” you said, getting up and guiding her out as she answered the call.

“They’re an hour early—”

“Tzuyu-ah!” Sana’s voice shrieked into your earphones, you had to pull it out. You thanked the bus driver and wished him a good night, ignoring the way he squinted at you.

“Do you still want to go—” Tzuyu just threw a thumbs up as she matched Sana’s voice in greeting.

Letting her catch up with her friend, you guided her to the park you often visited, usually near midnight like tonight, and always at the children’s playground to the small swing set.

When you helped Tzuyu into her seat, so engrossed in the call, she started taking the seat as soon as the swing hit the back of her legs, she'd have landed flat on her back had you not helped her into the seat.

“It’s nice to see you again,” you looked up to see Sana’s son wave at you.

“Oh, oh, hey, kid,” Tzuyu sent you a look over her shoulder as you made sure she was not going to slip off the seat. “It’s good to see you again! How’re you doing, kid?”

“I’m good, how are you?” he asked, and you parrotted the same answer, a little breathy from slouching over.

“Sit down, will you?” Tzuyu pretended to groan, pushing your face away from her shoulder.

The seat was made for children, so it was very very low to the ground and tiny. You had to balance yourself on your things to not flip over the seat, a moment's distraction and you could be swinging from your knees. Holding on to the chains, you pushed yourself close to Tzuyu so your face was on camera again.

“No, seriously, how are you?” you asked again to get past the surface-level answers. “What have you been up to?”

With a wide grin, he started speaking about a recipe he had just mastered and while he did more of Tzuyu’s friends joined. Most of which you were familiar with now, having met them at two weddings and conversed with some over calls. Though you were most glad to see Sana’s son again. You’d only met him face to face once. It was at Sana's wedding during the summer. Both you and Tzuyu had been taken with him when you first met him last Christmas. Tzuyu had taken you back home with her last year, and you finally got to meet her beloved dogs, and so had Sana’s son. He’d remembered to even ask about Tzuyu’s dogs during the wedding, you spent the better part of the event showing him the videos you had.

Ever since you’d gotten him a gift, he’d grown quite fond of you both. Now usually, it was tradition to get gifts mostly for those to be wed, but you and Tzuyu had instead decided to gift their son. You’d heard how much he loved the Percy Jackson books much like you had, so you decided to buy him the Kane Chronicles. thankfully he hadn’t read or gotten them yet. Besides, seeing as both you and Tzuyu were neck deep in student debt and as broke as they come, you weren’t really in a place to buy the newlyweds a washing machine.

Tzuyu waved to others, while you kept him talking. “Have you read the Kane Chronicles yet?”

The boy had an affinity to reread the same book over and over again, even if he wasn’t completed with a series. At the wedding, he’d been attached at the hip to the Son of Neptune, which was understandable. But also, the next two books are easily the best of the series.

“I did start them!” he said, eagerly leaning away from the camera before bringing the second book in with him. “I really like it,” he said, flipping through some pages and turning the book to show it. You didn’t have the heart to tell him it was too blurry to see anything but a blank white page. “But it’s not as fun as you said it would be, I still like Percy Jackson better than this series.”

Oh.

Now, you’re at a stage in your life where you didn’t go around picking fights with children, though you will say it was a difficult urge to ignore. But something about appreciating children having different opinions from you or whatever.

“Um, yeah, no, I—”

“Please, don’t pick a fight with a child,” Tzuyu said with a groan and the call erupted with a cacophony of laughter. You’d missed when everyone had joined. You had been hogging the call.

“I wasn’t going to! The kid had the right to his own opinions,” you said, looking scandalized but then mumbled under your breath. “Even if it’s wrong.”

Tzuyu shoved you with a smile and you let the swing take its original spot. With a smile of your own, you let Tzuyu catch up with her friends, only waving and greeting people when she turned the phone to face you. After some wishes of Merry Christmas and farewells, the phone call had been cut. With every passing year, it was harder to meet, even during holidays when everyone was supposed to be free. In-person meetings seemed like a faraway dream, and planning a call seemed just as hectic, but somehow Tzuyu’s friends found a way. But you know Tzuyu ached to meet her friends again, some time where it wasn't a life-changing event that brought them together or where disaster didn’t strike. Just to be with them for a moment.

You hadn’t even realized you were pushing yourself towards her, let alone kissing her on the cheek. Only when your swing recoiled back to her place and Tzuyu let out a small noise in question, did you realize what you’d done.

“What was that for?” Tzuyu asked, her hand caressing the place where you’d kissed her.

“I don’t know actually,” you said wistfully. “Just because.”

Tzuyu hummed in acknowledgement as blush coloured her cheeks. You thought maybe she’d chastise you, even as a joke. But then, she did something shocking.

Her hand pulled on your swing chain and pulled you close.

It wasn’t the smoothest kiss. Your noses bumped into each other and the angle was wrong, but none of it really mattered because soon both your hands went to hold her as close as possible. She giggled into the kiss, no doubt, shyness creeping in as she comprehended what she’d just done.

If it were up to you, maybe you would’ve stayed there until sunrise.

Unfortunately, your leg, which was strained to hold you in place, slipped just as Tzuyu gently pushed you away. While you swung sideways, Tzuyu hid her face in her hands.

A giggle from her earned from you. And before you knew it, the pair of you were laughing, hunched over and swinging lightly.

Many things are changing, but your days will be all the same. Especially with Tzuyu by your side. And she wasn’t leaving your side any time soon.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: people really need to read kane chronicles, its literally perfect but yeah, hope you enjoyed this ! again happy new year !!

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

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damiansgoodgirll · 5 months

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Hi love 💕 can you please write reader x damian where she has like a chronic illness \ pain and she has some of those days where all she wants is to be taken care of? thank you 💗💗💗

wrote this with high fever so probably not the best :(

damian priest x reader

one of those days

being in that car accident when you were seven really fucked up your life. you were lucky to even be still alive, only getting out of it with bad injuries but nothing worse. expect your dream of being a wrestler fading away.

you grew up watching wrestling with your family. your dad was a fan. your mom was a fan too and you grew being a fan too. you remember asking wrestlemania tickets every year for christmas, nothing more.

but you knew that after being stuck in bed for over a year did nothing but more damage to your body.

it was a really bad accident, leaving you with the worst back pain you’ve ever felt. you thought it was going to go away but it never did. growing up the pain became stronger to the point you had to stay weeks away from school because you couldn’t even move. your dream of being a wrestler completely faded away but your lucky star made your wish come true anyway.

you were a sport journalist and even if you worked for hockey, baseball, football and basketball somehow you ended up hosting a wwe post game show. and that was everything you ever dreamed of.

you had the chance to meet amazing people, new friends and even the love of your life.

at first it was scary having to host interviews with the judgment day but in the end you found out they were the most caring and loving people you’ve ever met. you and rhea bonded immediately. she was the first to know about your pain and about the accident that happened and she made you promise to always call her in case you needed anything. same thing happened with finn and dom. with damian things were a little different. he fell in love with you the moment he saw you and he wanted everyone to know that he was in love. he started from giving you coffee in the morning to offering you lunches and dinners. he loved picking you up in the morning and taking you back home at night. he just loved being in your presence.

and you ended up falling for him too.

he always took care of you in a way no one ever did. not only about the physical pain. he knew you. he knew how to listen to you. he knew how to read you and that was all that mattered to you.

it was one of those morning where you were lucky you didn’t have to leave the house for work that day because you just spent the worst sleepless night ever.

your back was hurting once again and you couldn’t even move your legs to go to the bathroom.

“is everything okay princesa?” damian asked when he saw you trying to move your position in bed.

“just one of those days…”

“here let me help you” he smiled at you, moving his arms under your back, making sure to not hit the spot that hurts you. he helped you sitting more comfortably in bed, positioning some pillows under your back and under your head.

“thank you” you smiled at him.

“it’s my pleasure, do you need anything else? water? something to eat?” he asked softly, making sure he wasn’t overwhelming you.

“i’m okay, thanks” you whispered “can you just hug me?” you shyly asked him.

his heart melted at the sound of your soft and sweet voice “of course love” he said, helping you moving towards his body so now you were laying on his chest while his hands went to your back, gently massaging it.

“does it hurt?” he asked.

“today more than yesterday…it’s normal tho…i just have bad days too”

“i know…i just wish you didn’t have those days…whatever you need i’m here, food, water, a hot bath, just say it and i’ll make everything possible” he smiled at you.

“can we just stay like this forever?”

“as you wish my queen” he laughed making you laugh too.

“i just love you so much damian…thank you for always being here for me”

“te amo mi amor…so much” he whispered when he saw you relaxing against his chest and closing your eyes once again.

he never thought he would find love but you came and proved him wrong.

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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mistletoe // colby brock

A/N: merry christmas everyone ! i was in the mood to write something christmas-y and this just kinda came about that way. since work is finally gonna start calming down now that the holiday is over, i plan to do some more writing soon. hopefully this little baby fic can hold you over until i write again. lmk what you think, and have a good day/night where ever you are :)

prompt: you have one christmas wish, but you have no hope it will happen. but maybe this year, things will be different. || gender-neutral!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: PURE FLUFF, tiniest bit of angst?, pov: you're in love with colby… but like who isn't lol, christmas traditions, loss of the christmas spirit, seriously tho this is just marshmallow fluff highkey, gender-neutral so everyone can enjoy it !!

word count: 1530

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It had been a long time since you had been in the Christmas spirit. Christmas had lost its charm to you over the years; maybe because you were no longer a kid, or maybe it was because life became too busy for you to really enjoy Christmas like you once did.

You and your friends - Sam, Colby, and Kat - had all felt the same way. And you all decided that this year, you would make the holidays count.

Starting from Thanksgiving, you all made plans for at least once a week to do something that would put you in the Christmas spirit. One weekend you all spent time decorating the house. Another week you made gingerbread houses. You and Kat even went out Christmas shopping to buy presents for the boys (and yourselves). And slowly, as the weeks grew closer and closer to Christmas, you could feel yourself actually start to feel.... happy.

There was one thing you wanted for Christmas, though. And you knew you were never going to get it.

You hated admitted it, but you had always wanted to be kissed under the mistletoe. You knew it was cheesy and was just a silly tradition, but something about it always seemed so romantic to you. You daydreamed about it, smiling at the thought of it happening, but knew it wasn't going to come true. For one thing, there was no mistletoe in your house. And for another, you didn't really have a significant other to do said kissing with.

But at least you weren't alone in that department. You had Colby.

Colby and you had grown close over the years, for one reason or another. Whether it was because you were always paired up during investigations when it would just be the four of you, or maybe it was because you two were very similar in personality. You guys got along well and enjoyed being around one another. He knew you were someone he could always lean on, and you knew the same back. And maybe that spark, that connection, is what led you to having just the tiniest crush on him.

What can you say? A man who treated you respectfully and was attractive surprisingly caught your eye.

But you tried not to think of that during the holidays, especially as Christmas grew closer. You wanted this time to feel normal, and a crush was just not going to help that. So, you pushed whatever feelings you had to the back of your mind. Every week you all would do something Christmas-y together, and you didn't want to screw it up by getting your feelings involved.

Secretly, you couldn't help but notice things about Colby more and more as time grew closer to the 25th. Every time you saw him, you swore his eyes were somehow bluer than before, even more so in the light. And his smile? Oh lord, his smile was to die for, especially when his dimples would appear. His laugh was really cute; kind of quiet, but somehow you always caught it under everyone else's laugh. He always smelled really nice, a mix of his cologne and body wash would intoxicate you every time he was around. You could feel the heat of his skin radiate off of him when he was close to you, your hands aching to touch him.

Oh God, you were in love with Colby. The unattainable man.

Of course, this realization came to you on the 24th, and the next day - no matter what you were doing - all you could think about was Colby. Your eyes studied him throughout the morning as you guys exchanged gifts and had breakfast. Later, you guys relaxed on the couch and watched a couple holiday movies. All the classics. Colby sat near you, so it wasn't hard for your gaze to fall from the movie to him everyone so often. Your heart sped up as he leaned in close to you during one of the movies, whispering to you something funny. And finally, as night grew closer, some friends came over to celebrate and have dinner. You sat across from Colby, talking to him every so often.

You couldn't help but notice how weirdly sad you were. Everyone around you seemed happy, and you did everything that you had thought would make you happy on this day. But somehow... your heart still felt a little empty. Maybe Christmas just wasn't supposed to be the same as you got older.

You stepped away from the little party being thrown after dinner, deciding to stay in the kitchen and clean up while everyone went to the front/music room area. You gulped down the last bit of your wine, washing out your glass right after. You scrapped food off some of the plates, rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher.

"Do you need some help?"

Your body froze at the sound of Colby's voice. You had to take a deep breath before responding to him, trying to calm your nerves.

You picked your head up, glancing at him quickly. "No, I'm good. Thanks though."

"Let me guess, you wanted to get away from everyone?" He questioned, stepping into the kitchen.

You hummed. "You know me too well."

"Well, I'm also doing the same thing as you so... great minds think alike." Colby smirked.

You nodded your head, continuing to put the dishes away.

He continued, leaning against the counter by you. "The dinner was really good. Your handmade biscuits were amazing."

"Thank you. The mashed potatoes you made were delicious." You added.

"Not gonna lie, I was a bit concerned I was somehow gonna screw them up." He admitted.

You giggled. "How? It's only mashed potatoes."

"You'd be surprised how terrible of a cook I can be when I'm not trying. Why do you think I postmates every day?" He asked.

"Oh I thought that was because you're lazy." You quipped, shutting the dishwasher.

Colby gasped, feigning hurt. "Hey, don't get smart with me."

You pursed your lips, "Or what? What are you gonna do?"

He stepped up to you jokingly, his chest brushing yours, "I might have to-"

"Hey, do you know if we have anymore-?"

Kat stopped, raising an eyebrow at the two of you. You glanced back at Colby and realized just how close he had gotten to you. You held your breath, a rush of heat spreading across your cheeks.

"D-Do we have anymore what?" You sputtered, putting some distance between you and Colby.

"Um... wine. We already finished the bottle I took out there." Kat mentioned.

"Yeah, there's one more in the fridge. Let me get it." You stepped back, opening the fridge and grabbing it. The coolness of the bottle felt good against your skin, which felt extra warm for some reason.

"Here you go." You muttered.

"Thanks. Oh, by the way, you might want to look up." Kat pointed.

You scrunched your eyebrows together, "What?"

You and Colby looked up, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Mistletoe hung above you two, just on the light. Somehow, you hadn't noticed it all this time.

Your voice was just above a whisper, your eyes still glued to the mistletoe. "When did you-?"

"Last night. You two better kiss, it's bad luck to not!" Kat winked, walking away.

If you didn't know any better, you would swear Kat knew you liked Colby.

Colby spoke finally, his eyes drifting back down to you. "Well..."

You immediately chimed in, the words falling out of your mouth hastily. "We don't have to kiss if you don't wanna. I mean, don't feel comfortable doing it."

"No I don't mind-" Colby started.

"I get it would be really weird to do it, since we're friends and all." You responded, not even hearing him.

He replied. "Yeah I guess, but I don't-"

You cut him off. "Seriously, we shouldn't do it, even if it might bring us bad-

"Y/N." Colby stated.

"Yes?" You asked.

"Kiss me." He uttered.

You blinked multiple times. "W-What?"

"Kiss me. Unless you want me to kiss you first." He sassed.

You blushed instantly. "Colby..."

"It's tradition, and Kat's right. We wouldn't want to catch any bad luck." He stared at you for a moment, then whispered teasingly, "It's just one kiss."

You took a breath, your mouth suddenly dry. "Okay."

He smiled lightly, leaning in slowly. You closed your eyes just as his lips touched yours. Time felt frozen, like for one moment you could actually control it. You imagined staying like this forever. You could feel Colby's body against yours, your fingers brushing his. You felt like you were on fire, like all the energy in the room was in your body.

His lips were so soft, and the kiss itself was as sweet as candy. It was all you had hoped for and more.

So... you were definitely in love with Colby.

He pulled away, his eyes fluttering for a second. He swallowed, pulling himself together.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N." He murmured.

You bit your lip, "Merry Christmas, Colby."

Maybe Christmas could feel the same once again after all.

Maybe even better.

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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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BROO ALL MY FAVORITE WRITERS ARE OPENING THE INBOX, CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY FR OK OK SO JJBA part 3 Stardust crusaders headcannons (I'm so original, I know) everyone lives au (bc if I simply close my eyes no one died on that journey, it DIDN'T HAPPEN) I like to think the crusaders and reader meet up again after like a year or two after the journey, and I just wanna see reactions of everyone seeing eachother again, the reader looking totally different (for the better!!) And all I can think about is just the shenanigans they'll all get up to after not seeing eachother for like two years. (They kept in touch via letters mostly!) I like to think Jotaro and Kakyoin actually see eachother everyday because Kak tranferred schools :') so they besties. Platonic crusaders give me so much serotonin. You can pick whatever theme you want on what they'd all do, (maybe Christmas themed since its getting close to that time?? Up to you though!!)

I LITERALLY LOVE THAT I AM THE ONE TO REVIVE THE CRUSADERS!!! I love this idea and have some great headcanons, so thank you for the request!!!

seriously tho, i love this idea

you were very pleased to get a letter from Holly inviting you over to her home

it had been over two years since you had seen the crusaders last, the only words spoken to each other through brief letters sent back and forth

you were expecting to only see jotaro and maybe kakyoin because the letter was from holly and only asked you to come over for a week

it was also perfect timing because it was right around christmas, so you had bought a bunch of gifts, not knowing who else would be there

you showed up to the house and were immediately greeted by holly and a big hug as she took the gifts from you, putting them under a small tree she had set up for the season

you and her ended up talking for a little while about what you had been up to and she told you that you looked fantastic!!

after a bit, you heard the door open and stood up to find not only jotaro at the door, but kakyoin as well!

you ran over to them and jumped in their arms

they both looked at you in shock, telling you how good you looked and you said the same

you thought it was nice that jotaro and kakyoin had each other after something like egypt because that was quite the experience

seeing them smiling together made you really happy

you handed them two presents that you thought they would like and they opened it rapidly with bright smiles on their faces thanking you

surprisingly, you guys dont talk about your travels to egypt, instead you all talk about what you're currently up to

and then suddenly, you hear a ring at the door

holly opens it and you werent even prepared for the attack of iggy jumping on you and giving you kisses all over your face. you giggled and hugged him, soon getting a small kiss on the cheek from polnareff, telling you how great you look

you sat up completely and saw all of the group and couldnt help but smile

everyone was here again

avdol looked great, bringing some tarot cards to do everyone's reading

joseph was still the same

and polanreff had a bright look on his face, very happy to be surrounded by everyone again

he had been the most lonely only with iggy, so he's just super thrilled to be back

you gave everyone their corresponding presents and you even got some yourself

you ended up all having dinner and talking before you all worked hard to clean up together, splashing dish water on each other and using your stands to play tag or hide and seek

you all ended up staying up until midnight watching some really bad movie and all ending up in weird positions falling asleep in each other's arms

the rest of the week was great, walking all around jotaro's hometown and telling each other jokes

there were small mentions of your time in egypt, but for now, you were building a new future together <333

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uinen-harth-estraven · 1 year

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Daydream (Joseph Quinn x Reader)

Title: Daydream

Chapter no./Oneshot: Oneshot

Notes: Sooooo after years I came here again to give you this..It was actually a dream I had last night, and it felt so real that I wanted to write it down as a fanfic.I wish to have the same dream again soon,because apparently I have no life and I need fanfics and dreams to keep me going… Also if you watched 1899,I kinda had a little crush on the depressed captain,just to warn you for what’s this.

Ratings/Warnings: 18+ content,fem!reader,smut-ish,blood kink guys,fluff,angst if you squint but not so much really.NSFW in general.You’ve been warned..!

Songs/Soundtrack: “You and I” and “Only You” by Pavlov’s Dog

Summary: You always had a place to hide when you’re feeling down and nothing could lift your spirits.One day after a misunderstanding that led to a fight,you ran to that place not knowing that Joseph followed you.

Word Count: 2.2 k

It was Christmas week,and as usual you and Joseph came to your family home in the countryside.A perfect scenery that combines mountain and sea,in a small town,with mostly older people,a small school,a few vintage family shops,a church and an abandoned movie theater.This old movie theater had become a safe space for you,the owner passed away years ago and he didn’t have a family so it was left to rot.Not on your watch though,a few years after his death,you were just curious to explore the building,with flashlights and a small pocket knife just to be safe,you never know what can happen.That was when you found the owner’s office,there was dust everywhere,the window broken,papers upon papers scattered across the floor,movie films on the shelves,most of them ripped off.It was intriguing to say the least,so you kept going,until one day you managed to clean it up,get a small battery operated CRT tv in there and a couch that turns into a bed from your grandparents.Anytime you feel just a bit melancholic you escape there,as many hours as you need,and no one knows.

This year you decided to invite Joseph’s friends,just to get to know them better and perhaps make a friend yourself,because as of right now you didn’t have many.Your parents had already cleaned and made the basement floor more welcoming and homey,besides your bedrooms,where Joseph sleeps with you, and the basic rooms there’s not so much space.At least the court yard was big enough to contain plants,flowers,a lemon tree and a purple leaf plum tree.In the summer you and your parents will always spend time in the garden,sometimes even sleeping there.Every winter tho’ it’s magical,fresh snow covers the entire town,the plum tree flowering with snowflakes around the purple and red leaves,and the only sounds you can hear is the song of the goldfinches,while the gangs of crows always find a way to wake you up in the mornings.At night if you listen closely and silently, you can hear the owls celebrating their hunt,combined with the faraway bells from the church in town.

When everyone arrived at your home in the evening,you and your mother helped them with their bags,showed them around the house and helped them settle until dinner.While you all were sitting in the living room watching television with your father,who surprisingly liked them from the moment he met them,Joseph suggested a walk at the snowwhite beach.You wanted to help your mother with the dinner,so you stayed behind and told them that you’ll find them there later.After some time that you helped your mother with her famous beef ragu,and cheese ‘n’ garlic bread,she gave you the ‘okay’ to go meet Joseph and the guys.Getting your coat and scarf from the hanger,you jog your way to the beach,and as you arrive and waved at Joseph,getting closer you heard them arguing with your name on their mouths.So here you are now,watching them blaming you that one of their girl friends didn’t come,with Joseph obviously on your side.A few more seconds passed until you had enough and spoke your mind.

"I don't understand why should I have known that she doesn't like me, when she acted all kind and sweet with me?"

One of them started to say something but you cut him off.

"I tried to be as polite as possible because you're Joseph's friends, and he loves you guys a lot.." you try to take calm breaths at this point, seeing red. "..that was the only reason, and I still don't get how the sweetest person I've ever met.. Is-is hanging out with such assholes."

"Darling.." Joseph touched your face with his hands, you didn't realize how close to you he came "it's okay.."

He was talking, he was talking to you but you couldn't hear him, the sadness overtook you by storm..telling you that it was your fault, they were unhappy and it was your fault, they were fighting and it was your fault, she didn't come and it was your fault..Tears start peaking from your eyes, and your lips trembled. You need to go to your safe space,your nest,and quickly. But not before you say your final words.

"You know what..?"

All of their eyes are on you again, waiting.

"If you were so heartbroken from her absence, and you didn't like me for it..then why are you here..hmm?"

They don't answer..but at least they look a bit ashamed.

"Why did you accept my invitation, and my parents' hospitality?"

You waited for any of them to say something, anything.. Joseph was looking even more furious at them. No answer came, as their silence became unbearable and the sea was singing a lonely melody.

You couldn't stop your tears of frustration any longer, but you didn't want any of them to see, so you did what you wanted to do and ran your way to the old movie theater.Passing by your house,your mother was outside cleaning the ice from the stairs,of course she saw you and she probably called your name but all you’ve got in your mind is to get the hell away from there.While you were taking a turn,you didn’t quite look where you were stepping,your feet slipped on a frosty mud and fell down scratching your knees and palms trying to break the fall.That didn’t stop you from getting back up,after some minutes steadying your feet,not knowing that a few meters away someone was following you.

Finally you’re in the old movie theater,your tears almost frozen on your face as you try to wipe them with your coat’s sleeve.Your mind was tired from playing the same scene over and over..his angry look,those beautiful puppy eyes looking like a storm,it felt like it was meant for you..your fault..it was all your fault.You walked up the stairs with your flashlight in hand,slowly,as if someone would come attack you any minute.At last you’re in your safe haven,you open the tv in low volume to have some white noise in the background and make the bed to lie down.Your eyes feel more and more heavy,but it doesn’t feel like a good time to sleep right here,so you just close them for a little bit to calm down.

The sadness started to go away,your breathing slowing down and all of a sudden you weren’t in your bed.The sound of the sea was right beside you as you opened your eyes and looked around.Grey clouds surrounding the sky,mixing with the dark calming sea in the horizon,and feeling the wind through your hair softly whispering.The ship dancing on the waves,accompanied by seagulls and dolphins that lost their way.You played with your hands as you stared at the landscape.

“Did you get lost?”

You gasp as you turn around to see the owner of the voice.Big brown eyes looking back at you.

“I apologize..I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“It’s quite alright..” you chuckle.

“What are you doing down here?”

“I was just enjoying the view..you’re the captain?”

“And what if I am?”

“Well..I could ask you the same question.”

“I’m enjoying the view..” he smirks,using your words back to you.

“I didn’t catch your name,miss..” he steps closer to you,stretching his hand towards you.

“I didn’t give it to you.” you also stepped closer to him,just close enough but not giving your hand yet.

“Of course..” he stares at your eyes for a bit,before continuing “Who are you?Your name?”

“(Y/N)..how about you,captain?”

“Joseph.”

“Pleasure to meet you,captain Joseph.” you finally give him your hand,and he holds it like it’s fragile,close to his lips to kiss it softly.

“The pleasure is all mine,miss (Y/N)..”

Just like that your daydream is interrupted by the silence of the tv and the same voice calling your name.You see Joseph as you open your eyes to your surroundings.He was sitting on your bed softly caressing your calf.

“Is everything okay love..?” his eyes trail around the room for a bit “and how did you do this..?!”

“With patience and savings..” you whisper back to him,but you couldn’t take out of your mind the picture of him as a ship captain,your pupils getting wider by the minute and your breath heavier..so much for calming down.

“Darling..are you alright?You seem off.” he lies down beside you as he sees your grabby hands.

“Just a fantasy..”

This seemed to intrigue him,and he took hold of your body,turning you in a way so that you lay on top of him.

“What kind of fantasy?” he whispers,his eyes lingering on your lips.You sigh through your nose,bringing your hand to play with his wool sweater your mother made for him.

“Oh..nothing special just..a ship captain..”

“Hmm? What about him?” he asked, playing with your hair,almost purring.

It was just the two of you,nothing mattered at the moment,just you and him,there were no friends,no worrying parents.Just you and him.

“He had the most beautiful eyes..like a puppy..” you rub your noses together.

“Hmm…” he smiles,biting his lips “what else?”

“Big veiny hands..mm” you groan,squirm and spread your legs so that you can place your thigh on his crotch.Already feeling him getting hard.

“Woah…w-what else,babe..?” his hand stopped playing with your hair,and it holds the back of your neck instead.His breathing is getting heavier.

“I don’t know..you interrupted me..” you chuckle,and start to get off of him.He stops you before you even move,holding your thigh over his growing dick.Pushing your lips together in a soft kiss,his tongue licking at your lower lip and you open your mouth for him to explore.

“Just think..what did you want him to do?” he whispers between kisses.

“To touch me..”

“Where?”

“Eh- mm -everywhere..” you start grinding at him,flexing your thigh.

“Be specific,babygirl..” you whimper at the nickname..grasping at his sweater. “Go on..”

“I uh..I wanted him to lift my dress..” you inhale through your mouth,breathing him in “get my panties to the side-” you moaned as he grabbed both of your thighs,making you sit on top of him,on top of his rock hard cock,his eyes darker than ever.You start dry humping him,as he growls,squeezing your waist. “..and uh-use your-uh..his..his fingers inside me..”

He snickered at your word slip,but didn’t say anything.He knows that your daydreaming is about him in different time periods,you’ve told him many times.As you go quicker he starts moaning louder,feeling you soaking him through your pants.

“Yeah..keep going,baby.”

“Then ha- lift me,push me to a wall and spread my legs..Ah!” you felt him piston his hips hard enough up to your aching cunt,that made you cry out his name,your pants and panties forever ruined.Your hands grabbed at his chest,feeling his muscles flex under them.Sweat dripping down both of your faces,red cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“Yeah…come on,keep going,you’re almost there..”

“Spread my legs and..huh..fuck me hard until I fucking bleed..” you feel your composure fading,your orgasm slowly and strongly hitting you like a thunderstorm,as you feel Joseph holding you down on his cock,rubbing you in quick small circles.

“Is he bleeding you,babe,like the whore you are for him? Hmm?”

“Ah- YES!”

“Uh..yes,don’t test him or he’ll punish you,darling..” the way he said ‘darling’ made your eyes roll to the back of your head,groaning at the picture of you on his knees getting spanked raw,his hands red from your bleeding backside.

“Ahh..come on,baby,let go..”

“Joseph I..I w-want..”

Before you even finish your sentence,his hand flys to your throat,squeezing tight.

“Come on,love..” he moans “Come for your captain.”

“AH CA-...HAACAPTAIN-…!”

With a silent scream,your orgasm finally hit its peak.It got you trembling,and squeezing your thighs around Joseph.His orgasm coming a second later,with his growls echoing in the room,along with your panting and soft whimpers..

It feels like time has stopped,you’re looking at each other with soft smiles,as you drop beside him.His arms instinctively coming around you,to hold you close to him,with a satisfying sigh.You stay like this for a while.Looking at the ceiling,playing with your hands..just existing together.

You would worry about the ‘friends’ situation later,together as always.Your only worry is that you have to find an excuse about your pants,for your parents’ sake.

Hope you liked it!!

#joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #my fics #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn rpf #my fanfic #i have no life #this turned out okay

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hjcoolartnerd · 1 month

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Just A little Push Part 1

A Harringrove and Dylommy Fanfic

It was a very normal day in Hawkins, Dylan was just finishing his shift at the pool. He usually had shifts with Billy but this day he asked to get an early shift, Why? well he was going to hang out with his long time friend Steve. The two haven't talked since their friendship collapsed during middle school and last week the two saw each other since they graduated at Steve's work Family video. After talking for a long while the two agreed to hang out together along with Steve's Coworker Robin Buckley. As Dylan dried off he could see a very much angry Billy entering the pool's locker room "WHAT THE HELL WALKER!" He shouted at Dylan who didn't seem faced, on the contrary he knew this was coming "Calm down Hargrove" He said back as he took of his tank top uniform. "Don't tell me what to do shit head! I thought you promised we were going to have our shifts at the same time I barely know the little shits in town let alone our coworkers" He spat still angry. "Look, I had to take a early shift. I had plans today in the afternoon and i couldn't work our usual shift." He replied back calmly changing into a dry plain shirt. "So? I could have joined you in the morning shift" He continued to reply his anger not disappearing. "Give me a break Hargrove you aren't a morning person, so I took the morning shift with Adam. It was super quiet at that hour tho, no annoying kids and no hot sun to bother us. I could even get my break in peace.” He said taking off his red swimming trunks. “So who is taking the afternoon shift with me?” He was still mad “uh Heather Holloway. She agreed to switch shifts something about not being able to take the morning shift” Dylan said as he pulled on some fresh pair of shorts “ great so now I’m working with a completely random girl?” He grumbled as he leaned on the lockers “we studied with heather… besides I promised Steve I would hang out with him.” He said the mention of Steve’s making Billy straightened up “Harrington? You are meeting with Harrington or Farrah Fawcett?” Billy looked straight at Dylan’s eyes “Yes Harrington. Randall left Hawkins for New York.” Dylan said as he finished getting ready “lucky bastard” he muttered “so… Harrington you still like him?” Dylan laughs at Billy’s question “no I don’t still like Steve… I was so focused on his ass and his …. Attention that I might have lost sight of people who actually liked me like Eddie or Barb.” Dylan looked at him before smirking “why you like Steve?” Billy choked at Dylan’s suggestion “What?! I don’t like losers like Harrington… he just has nice hair and… well..” his voiced lowered as he looked away “awe that’s cute Hargrove, you like Steve” he chuckled “relax before you threaten me, I won’t tell anything to Steve but I’ll let you know if he mentions you” he chuckles as he grabs his bag “see ya tomorrow Hargrove.” Dylan slowly began walking out of the locker room and by extension the community pool. He walked past the front were he saw Adam who was also getting his things to leave, Dylan saw more people walk in like Mrs. Wheeler and the rest of the moms that usually came by to gawk at Billy's shirtless physiche. Dylan just kept walking until he reached his car a red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS454, a Christmas gift from his mom's new boyfriend. He turned on the engine, and took one last glance at the community pool as he then began driving to his place. Dylan was lucky that his sister and Bruce were out of town for the weekend so he had invited Steve and Buckley to his place.

After a while of driving, he eventually arrived to the small two story house that he and his sister managed to get. He turned off the engine as he stayed in the car for a short while. He looked over at the Neighboring house as he noticed a familiar brown haired Jerk arriving to the house next door. He lived right next to Carol Perkins, and the guy he saw was his high school bully Thomas 'Tommy' Hagan. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car grabbing the key to his house, in the corner of his eyes Dylan noticed Tommy walking towards the fence as he leaned "Hey Walker! Good to see yah Pretty boy, Thought you left town" He said with his trademark smirk one that he was tired of seeing. "Hello Hagan.... I thought you were working in prison already." Dylan said as he stopped right in front of the door of the house. "You have a nice sense of humor Walker. You've always been kind of funny man" He said still leaning on the fence, "Since when are you living next door to Carol man?" Dylan took a deep breath, he knew he needed to go inside and get things ready to hang out with Steve and Buckley but he also couldn't be rude to his neighbor no matter how much he wanted. "Since we graduated from Hawkins high. My sister, Bruce and I took this place not long after...." He walked closer to Tommy who just smiled "That's nice! can't wait to see you almost every day Walker." Tommy had a genuine smile as he was going to extend his hand to shake Dylan's hand he was stopped "TOMMY! Are YOU COMMING FOR OUR MOVIE NIGHT OR NOT" It was Carol annoying voice, "Coming Babe!" He yelled back before smiling at me "Well i got to head inside, My girl is kind of an attention whore" He said as he walked into the house "An attention whore and a bed whore too..." Dylan mumbled to himself as he went to the door and unlocked it. He was greeted by his friendly dog Milo "Hey Buddy! Miss you too boy! let's go eat before going for a walk" He said feeding an excited Milo who just wagged his tail. Dylan was standing close to a window that had a full view to Carol's house, it was different that her parents house but they still had a pool. Dylan could see clearly to the Livingroom and to the kitchen, Carol was looking for beer for Tommy while tommy was sitting on the couch rambling about who knows. He shook his head as he looked back at Milo. It was going to be a long night wouldn't it.

Eventually, Steve and Buckley Arrived to Dylan's place, he let them enter as he led them towards the living room. "Welcome to my humble abode!" He said smiling as he sat on the couch "Wow this place looks awesome Dylan." Steve said sitting right next to him and Robin also sat down. "So Walker what's new? How is the community pool is treating you?" Robin asked him as Steve instantly looked at Dylan for his answer "Honestly, The pool is fine... not the first place i had in mind as a job but i still took it. Tho im planning of quitting once summer ends. Might try to get a job at KFC's newest rival, the Chicken Shack." He said stretching on the couch "Oh yeah the new place right across of were we work, I heard they have good food" Robin said as she smiled "how are you co workers treating you Dyl" Steve asked more interested on Dylan's co-workers than Dylan wanting to changed jobs. "Oh they are okay.... Heather Holloway usually works in the morning as well as the rest of my co workers, I usually work in the evenings with Hargrove." He said and that quickly peeked Steve's interest. "Hargrove.... Is he still a handsome Jerk?" Steve said trying to say it low but Dylan still heard "I don't know about handsome, Steve, but he is still a jerk... he was mad at me for not telling him about me working early, So I almost didn't make it out alive" He chuckled "But Hargrove and I are friend ish, so i guess we are fine...." Steve nodded as Dylan got up "Let me get the snacks from the kitchen." He walked away leaving Steve and Robin alone in the living room "Steve, if you talk like that about Billy, Dylan will find out that you like Billy" Robin said with a smirk "I know, But I can't help it... I haven't Seen him since graduation..." He hesitated "I wanted to swing by the pool but Dylan is always on shift with Billy" He sighed "Look i know that Dylan might have feelings for you but you like Billy, you can't help it. Dylan would understand it" She said patting his back "Besides I don't think Billy would reject the King" Steve laughed at Robin as Dylan returned with snack "Guess who i saw next door?" He said with a frown on his face. "OH Who? Barb?" Steve said " No she is in New York." Dylan replied fast "Copy cat Steve?" Robin asked and Dylan glare "No... I thank god or else id have to move. But no he is Also In new York." He said sitting down as he set the snacks on the small coffee table "Then who Walker?" Robin asked "Tommy Hagan... He and Carol are still going strong" Dylan said with a permanent frown on his face. "Isn't that The one who used to call you the F word every day and Steve didn't say anything to him?" She asked as Dylan nods "Yes That same jerk.... and It was weird, he was happy to see me... there was no hate, no anger.... no homophobia...." Dylan trailed off "Really? are we talking about the same Tommy. As In Thomas Hagan, freckles, douchebag, boyfriend to a whore?" Steve asked as Dylan nods again "Yeah that Tommy. It was really weird interaction very friendly." He said as he shrugged "Not that weird" Robin said as they all looked at her "What?" Steve asked confused. "Yeah Buckley what do you know that Steve doesn't?" Dylan asked crossing his arms "Well, Its obvious, why he only bullied you Dylan or more like why he mostly bullied you... He might be closeted or curious." She said as both Dylan and Steve laughed at her suggestion "Really Robin? Saying that Tommy is closeted is like saying that Billy is a flaming gay" Steve added laughing as Dylan just laughed with the most fake laugh he could, He couldn't reveal Billy's secret without Billy's consent so he just laughed with Steve. This was the most weird reunion that Dylan and Steve have had but it was cool, The thought of a curious or closeted Tommy did made Dylan curious, the same to Steve the thought of Billy being a flaming gay.

A/N: Here we have the first part of Just A little Push. I thought i was going on for too long writing this , But it was an Idea I had, Obviously I never saw My oc getting with Tommy Hagan as a couple but.... thats why AU's Exist right?

#hj coolart #my fanfiction #oc #AU #stranger things #stranger things au #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #dylan walker oc #tommy hagan #dylommy #robin buckley #heather holloway

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lunarmothmann · 2 years

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bc its fall now and im wanting an excuse to talk abt Halloween, RTC HALLOWEEN HCS!!

ive never done one of these before, but there's a first time for everything!

(these are all angst free! its all fun little ideas and stuff based off of my own friends back when we spent Halloween together)

tw : mentions of gore (nothing expicit, the word gore is just used a few times)

- Ocean and Constance HATE being scared. Constance will 100% start crying if she gets scared really bad, while Ocean will just fall on the ground and refuse to get up until the immediate threat is gone (even tho she is completely safe)

- Penny loves Halloween for the sole reason of scaring the absolute shit out of Constance and Ocean. she plans it out WEEKS in advance, and the other two dread it bc Penny can be really scary when she wants to be

- Noel also hates being scared, but he blows it off, despite always flinching whenever he gets scared. one time, Penny hid in a bush and grabbed him by the ankles when he wasn't looking and he screamed so loud that everyone outside just. stopped. and stared at him.

- Mischa, Penny, and Noel all love one thing when it comes to Halloween, and that's gore. We already know Mischa loves gorey movies like Saw, and Penny just has twisted vibes, but Noel has a dark sort of humor that makes it so he can enjoy the more grotesque parts of the holiday, aside from the more family-friendly stuff

- the whole group still goes trick or treating, mainly for Penny and Ricky's sake, but they all have fun

- Ricky makes everyone's costumes, he asks everyone 2 months in advance what they want and then goes HAM

- Penny picks the most obscure things as costumes. she's like "I wanna be a vacuum" and Ricky just goes with it

- Mischa has absolutely gone as Ash from The Evil Dead before. He wore it multiple years in a row and was pretty upset when he outgrew it (bc theyre teenagers and growth spurts happen). otherwise my man is always someone from a horror movie. Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, you pick.

- Constance and Ocean are usually pretty basic with their costumes, typically going as witches, zombies, etc etc.

- Noel is just constantly going as iconic women in queer media/cult classics. Heather Chandler from Heathers (probably the musical version), one of the Sandersons from Hocus Pocus (either Winifred or Sarah), etc. He's fr running out of ideas.

- Ricky is a cat. every single year. but it just gets gradually more realistic until it eventually gets CGI Cats level freaky.

- i feel like its a universal experience for someone to trip and fall while trick or treating every year. do I even need to say it? its Ocean. every year, without fail, Ocean wipes out on Halloween. she's mainly unphased, aside from being slightly scraped up, but now the whole group makes jokes abt when they think she'll fall

- they all have a movie marathon where they each pick one movie and just eat candy and hang out. they usually pick the same movie every year.

- Ricky picks Ghostbusters. I dont need to elaborate.

- Penny picks Corpse Bride. i hc she likes animated movies, and its a classic.

- Noel picks Rocky Horror Picture Show. like, come on. it makes sense.

- Ocean picks Hocus Pocus. it literally isn't scary at all (which is one reason why she picks it) and she believes its the "superior Halloween movie"

- Constance pick Nightmare Before Christmas. its just a fun movie that everyone enjoys, regardless of the "Halloween movie vs Christmas movie" debate that the group has EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR. (they watch it for both. it literally doesn't matter)

- Mischa picks Saw V (even tho the movie he describes in rtc is Saw VI). he gets confused EVERY YEAR wondering where certain parts that he remembered are, never realizing he picked the wrong movie. nobody corrects him.

- it always turns into a sleepover, whether they plan on it or not. its either at Mischa's or Constance's, so its not an uncommon thing for there to be at least 1 random teenager in their house at any given time.

im out of ideas, I might make a part 2 eventually but thats it for rn :)

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ocean rtc #noel rtc #jane doe rtc #mischa rtc #ricky rtc #constance rtc #rtc headcanons #rtc hc #god my brain is so full of them #my favorite fictional dead choir #i might make more hc posts #we'll see ig

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axolotlsupremacyowo · 10 months

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The Return of Find the Word!

Hi! So, I'm bored and definitely need sleep, but can't. So! What better use of my time than to have this game make a little comeback! So yep! We're going with round two of find the word! This is gonna be super fun, I can tell already! Keep note tho, these snippets are gonna be from my newest works.

As for who I'm tagging? Hmmm! Well, that'll be my lovely besties! @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon @kayedium-writes @mrsmungus @bleepbloopbotz @sliebman10 @aislinnstanaka @hylianjo @justanotherpersonwhowrites @oceangirl24 @precambrian-sea-pancake @udaberriwrites @lena-hills and of course, open tag!

So, let's get on with this shall we?

Words for me!

expression, finger, gradual, breakfast, sympathetic

Words for you!

outlook, talkative, intensify, exchange, twist

Now! Here come all the snippets!

Expression (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 9)

Edgeworth nodded again and then ran back up the stairs, and a few minutes later he had come back fully changed and with bags. Bags, plural, specifically three big backpacks filled to the brim with whatever Edgeworth felt was “necessary”. Edgeworth carefully laid out the bags on the floor, looking up to Phoenix, who was staring down at the bags with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Surely Edgeworth was joking, right? When Phoenix saw the serious expression on Edgeworth’s face, he realized that he wasn’t joking.

Finger (The Things I Notice)

The first thing Klavier noticed was the adorable habit Apollo had whenever he was thinking. Whenever Apollo was deep in thought, he would press his index finger to the bridge of his nose. It was a habit that Apollo did even when they weren’t in the courtroom, like whenever Klavier would give Apollo a nonsensical riddle. It was a small thing really, something that he should have not noticed, but he did. Klavier watched as Apollo did that same habit in the courtroom.

Gradual (Hearts upon Hearts)

Pretty early on in their relationship, Alex had told Sebastian that he wanted to improve on the more intellectual things like reading, puzzles and games like chess and sudoku. Sebastian, confused at first, had suggested that he go to Maru instead, though he quickly caved when Alex had explained to him that he felt more comfortable with having Sebastian help him out first. After much insisting, Sebastian eventually agreed to help him. And so very often when time they spent time with each other, they often engaged in an intellectual activity like reading or puzzles for at least a few minutes. It was challenging at first, it really was. But slowly and gradually, Alex got better at understanding the books that he read and playing the games that he played. It was as though he was cleaning up the cobwebs in his mind, and he found himself delighted by this. Eventually, Alex was able to beat Sebastian at least once in most of the games they played. However, there was one game he had yet to beat Alex in. And that was chess.

Breakfast (Momo's Ace Attorney Flufftober, Chapter 9)

Phoenix Wright did not get up early this often, he had woken up early so infrequently that Trucy usually had to wake him for him to make breakfast. This time though, he had woken up early, a lot earlier than everyone in his house. He had woken up four in the morning, placing a chaste kiss on his sleeping husband’s forehead before he went downstairs to make preparations. He made food, packed bags, readied maps, and other various activities. Once he was done, Phoenix looked outside at the window, sunlight filtering through the windows. He smiled, the weather was warm, which meant that they could do what he had planned for them to do for weeks. They were going camping today.

Sympathetic (Ace Attorney: Maya Fey, Chapter 16)

“Tell me, then. What’s wrong?” Phoenix asked. (There’s no use trying to hide it from him…) Maya sighed. “Alright…It’s just…This is my first Christmas without Mia, first of many that is. I’m…bummed about it. I realized it this morning and I’ve been bummed since.” “Oh…Maya…” Phoenix said, giving her a sympathetic look. “I’m…I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.” “It’s okay, Nick…” “…You know, if it’ll cheer you up, the Wrights and Naruhodos are always gonna be there for you.” Phoenix said, a small reassuring smile on his face. “We’ll be here, through thick and thin, sickness and health, and in the courtroom and detention center.” Maya giggled, starting to feel better. “Thanks Nick, I appreciate it.”

#find the word game #find the word tag #fanfiction #ace attorney fanfiction #fanfic writing #snippets #fanfic #tag game

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c4llezz · 1 year

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SURPRISE!

Requested: Yes (I decided to combine two requests I hope you don't mind!). hello! can i request a fluff au, female reader x olivia hye where hyeju is tired from concerts and the reader flies over and surprises her?. Hi could you do a hyeju x reader where hyeju is overworking herself and the reader plans something to make her stay at home!

OLIVIA HYE X F!READER

TW: loonatheworldtour

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort?

Word count: 1.2K

A/N: I'm so sorry for disappearing and taking so long to write this, I hope it doesn't disappoint. I'll try to update more frequently and finish the requests I have on the message board.

A/N2: Merry Christmas (if you celebrate it)! I hope all of you had a lovely day and you could spend it with your loved ones.

A/N3: I hate bbc. My Christmas wish is for the girls to be free, and keep boycotting orbits!

Gif is not mine

Expect mistakes, happy reading!

“I really miss you”

“I really miss you too” you answered. Your girlfriend has been away from the country touring around the world, right now she just arrived at the hotel in LA for their KCON stage “But you are coming in a week or so and I can see you again.”

“But is just for 3 days before I go to Europe. I’m drained, I didn’t imagine touring would be this exhausting” she sighed “And I miss you” she repeated making you chuckle.

“Hang there a few days and when you come back for those 3 days you can come to my house and sleep all you want in my bed. Does that sound good?” She nodded excitedly at your proposal “Well, I have to go now, is almost 1 am here and I need to wake up early. But I’ll see you in just four days!”

“Four days? But in four days I’d be in Dall-“ she couldn’t finish her sentence because you had already hung up the phone.

Days later you were boarding a plane at the airport. Before you even had that call with Hyeju you had already bought tickets to Dallas so you could spend some time with her. You had talked with some of the staff members asking them if it was ok for you to stay a few days making the members -mainly your girlfriend- company, which took some convincing but in the end they agreed. Since the flight was 12 hours long you were going to arrive on time to surprise Hyeju when their concert ended, so when the plane took off you could only think about her and her reaction.

When you arrived in Dallas the first thing you did after getting off the plane was look at all the messages you had. One was from your mother telling you to send her a text when you arrived, the other one was from Haseul saying the same thing your mother had said. Then you looked at Hyeju’s contact where you had more than 10 unread texts

Hye🖤

good night

I miss you

good morning

have a good day at work

and don’t forget to eat

have you not woken up yet?

it’s almost 8 am there and you have work at 7

are you ok?

hey

the concert is starting soon, i feel really tired tho

are you mad?

did i do something?

You decided to answer her messages telling her you were busy and couldn’t read her texts earlier but you weren’t mad hoping to ease her anxiousness, you also told her to “take it easy” and to rest until the concert started which according to your watch was in 30 minutes. You ordered a taxi to where they were having the concert, not before buying some snacks for the girls and texted one of the staff members telling them you were on your way.

More than half an hour later, thanks to traffic, you arrived at the venue. You paid and thanked the taxi driver and then got out of the car with your things, the staff you had been communicating with was waiting for you “Hi, sorry for the time there was a little traffic” you apologized, the woman said it was no problem and then told you to follow her to the dressing rooms mentioning that the girls were already on stage.

Not even a minute after you left your things in the dressing room you could hear the voices of some of the girls coming to where you were, and then you saw the door open "-to change clothes…YN?” you waved at the four girls entering the room. “What are you doing here?” Jinsoul asked.

“Visiting. I brought snacks,” you answered and pointed at the bag with snacks you had bought earlier.

“Is great that you are here, Hyeju’s been in a bad mood today,” Kim Lip said “And she said her hip has been hurting.”

“Really?” you frowned with concern, “Since when?”

She shrugged “I don’t know, she just mentioned it today.”

You nodded thinking about your girlfriend’s message earlier when she told you she was tired, your thoughts were interrupted when Yeojin tackled you with a hug making you fall to the floor “YN unnie! I have so much to tell you! First, can you believe how many people had come? Also, did you see our presentations? Look at our outfits, aren’t they great?” she rambled “When did you arrive and why didn’t you tell me?”

“Yeojin, who are you killing on the floor?” you heard Yves’s voice, meaning Hyeju was already in the dressing room or near it. You confirmed your theory after Yves made Yeojin stand up, finally letting you breathe peacefully, and you saw her entering the room. She froze at the door after seeing you, her eyes wide in shock. Gowon, who was behind her, bumped into her back making the taller girl wheeze in pain.

“Surprise!” you coughed sitting up “Sorry, give me a second,” you stood up and walked up to her.

“What are you doing here?”

You smiled “I told you I was seeing you in four days, didn’t I?” your smile turned into a frown “Now, what’s with your hip hurting?”

“It’s nothing” she dismissed your comment.

“No is not. You’ve been saying it hurts since our KCON stage” Gowon said earning a glare from the younger girl, she had promised not to tell anyone.

“What?!” everyone in the room exclaimed.

“Ok, it hurts a lot,” she admitted “but I can’t let Orbits down”

“I’m sure they’ll understand if you can’t perform” you comforted her “And if you rest for a few days you’ll be fine to dance again.” Seeing her hesitation you added, “We can spend time together while you rest too…”

“… Fine”

“Hyeju, lay down for the rest of the show, everyone else go change we don’t have much time.” The leader of the group ordered. The girls quickly did what they were told while you and your girlfriend went to sit on the couch.

She laid down with her head on your lap, “My hair is going to get dirty because of you” she said when you started running your fingers through it. You didn’t stop, knowing she liked when you did that, her closed eyes being a sign of it. “I’m glad you are here and I didn’t have to wait another week to see you again.” A small yawn escaped her mouth.

“Are you sleepy?” she nodded at your question “You can sleep, don’t worry.”

“But I want to spend time with you”

“I’ll be here when you wake up and we have more days to spend together because I also bought tickets to Mexico city”

“Really?” she asked, her voice soft and distant “That’s great. You are the best...” you chuckled at her comment and noticed she had already fallen asleep, you were glad she had taken time to rest even if it had taken some convincing words, her health was definitely something important to you. You made a mental note to always remind her to take care of her body. Minutes later, the tiredness you felt from the flight had caught up to you and soon you were sleeping too.

#gg imagines #girl group x reader #girl group reactions #girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #loona olivia hye #loona x reader #olivia hye x reader #loona imagines #c4llezz

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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several sentence saturday

because i forgot about fuck it friday and i'm too impatient to wait for saturday. so here's a peek of my #trappeddads fic (for @danielsousa) even tho i'm now leaning more towards eddie trapped somewhere alone. whatever. anyway enjoy!

Eddie wakes to something that sounds a little like the clock that used to sit on his parent's mantel all through his childhood.

It was a cacophonous thing for how small it was, no bigger than a brick but every tick of the gears sounded like a gunshot in the silence. Eddie hated that damn clock. He hated it when he gave his bed up for Tia Pepa to sleep in during the holidays and he had to sleep on the couch with a pillow pulled tight around his head just to muffle that damn ticking. He hated it when he stayed up all night on Christmas with a wide-eyed Adriana, hiding behind the tree just for a glimpse of Santa, believing that the tick of the clock must have scared him away. He hated its apathy during his Abuelo's wake when everyone else was quiet with grief, but the clock ticked away like a taunt, here is every second you live without him. He hated it as it chased him out of his parents' house for that last time, the tick of it forming a sickening melody with the echo of his mother's warning about dragging Chris down with him.

He has hated it every moment of his life. The tick has haunted him for his entire existence. He hated it when the helicopter fell and the gunshots were indistinguishable from the fast tick of time running through his fingers. He hated it when forty feet of mud buried him alive and the silence of his radio sounded like the tick of that same damn clock. He hated it when a sniper's bullet rendered the world soundless apart from that damn ticking he couldn't escape even then.

There were other times he hated it as well. He hated it when he told his wife to be silent and the ticking amplified itself into a sickening crescendo. He hated it when a ladder truck upturned on his best friend and the way it mixed with his screams. He hated it when Buck's stuttered explanations about a tsunami and a day at the pier were drowned out by that damn ticking. He hated it when a lightning bolt had the clock clanging away in his head, and the week afterwards in which Eddie couldn't run from the ticking no matter how far he ran. He hated it in a cemetery, stood in front of a grave, lonely despite the man at his side, wondering if this is what his life would amount to, flowers on a fresh mound of earth. He hated it in a cemetery, stood in front of a grave, lonely despite the man at his side, wondering if he was destined never to get what he wanted.

He hates it now, hates it so badly that it feels like a crushing weight stomping on his chest with every wheezed breath. He hates it now, hates it so badly it blinds him for a moment until the faint glow of light from a crack above illuminates the slab of dense concrete laying on top of him. He hates it now, hates it so badly as he turns his head just enough to see Buck sprawled out in the dust next to him, something dark leaking from his head.

He hates it now, the loudest its ever been, a torturous, continuous scream from the universe.

#sami rambles #eddie and time my beloved #inspired by my grandma's clock btw #that thing is way too loud #not fun sleeping on the sofa with a hangover whilst that thing is ticking away #buddie fic #911 fic #buddie fanfic

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caspianxth · 5 months

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Hi Em! I haven’t had a lot of eggnog but I have fairly decent memories of it. However I was thinking of picking some up at the store a few weeks back so now I’ll have to give it another shot! Also I would definitely want reputation merch too: I dream of the snake ring and the end game peach hoodie.

For today, fun little game idea: if you had to make a christmas ep with five of your favorite (or most tolerated) holiday songs and five favorite artists to cover them, which songs would you match with which artists? As an example, here’s what I’d do:

1. Last Christmas - Rina Sawayama (she’d absolutely sell this)

2. Sleigh Ride - boygenius (I can’t explain this one but it’d be so sweet)

3. Silent Night - Stevie Nicks (just came to me but I need it now)

4. Rockin Around the Christmas Tree - Beyoncé! (I feel like her riffs would be awesome)

5. All I Want for Christmas is You - Taylor (obviously she is not making a Mariah remake but I think she could put a really warm country spin on this! Imagine the earnestness of Timeless/Emma Falls in Love and the sounds of Debut)

This is a long one but I’d love to see what you come up with. And I hope you had a nice day! — your secret santa, ☃️

hi secret santa bestie!!! I much prefer vegan nog to the real thing also works better in frosting in my opinion and I can add some (vegan) milk to cut it so it's not so thick (I don't do that for frosting just when I drink it) it's a fun time. also saur true endgame peach hoodie u are so so so missed but I think I'd wear the black one more u know? but that's just me ur so valid for the endgame peach hoodie I hope u get it some day!!! also same re snake ring such an iconic piece of merch!!

this is such an interesting game hmmm....

I think that sabrina carpenter would absolutely feast covering all santa tell me so that would be fun!!

I think olivia rodrigo would so such a fun rock version of rockin around the christmas tree but I do agree that beyoncé would Kill rockin around the christmas tree I just think w olivia's rock sound a la all american bitch it would go so hard for her u know???

I think that stephen sanchez could do a pretty rockin little saint nick a la his song shake. that would be fun. or he could do a super croony version of it's beginning to look a lot like christmas and I'd love that also!!!!

idk why I put him at fourth this out of order bc it is in the order I am thinking of them noah kahan should absolutely cover glittery by kacey musgraves he'd kill it so hard.

taylor should cover the jo bro's like it's christmas just to take it from joe but also she'd have such a fun time w it I think and then I could replace that version on my playlist with hers skdjgdkjgh

bonus song even tho it just came out conan gray could feast singing buy me presents by sabrina carpenter or cindy lou who!!!

this was a fun game!!!! and I hope u had a good day and u get some nog soon!!! u can always just get one cup without any other milk at starbucks and make sure u like it before u invest in a pint. my struggle is no one else in my house likes it like I wish I could get two chocolate milk box containers full and not a full pint bc I always have too much left 😭but I also need the nog this time of year 😭 anyways I hope u get some soon!!! sorry I responded to this so late bestie <3

#bpacksanta #asks

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misssugarpinkshome · 1 year

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Heyyyyy

So, it’s been. A biiit. And I keep meaning to post something about it all or let you all know, but I keep intending to post it when I get my next chap of WKYH done - and that’s been slow going (progress is progress but still).

So. Here’s the run down. Buckle up, cause here’s how my past year went (a fair bit of trauma dumping but also want y’all to know)

The TL;DR: this boy can pack so much trauma in him! But also a whole lotta life and some good stuff too. I’ll write more this year I promise 💙

Got Covid over Christmas into January 2022.

Moved in January 2022, with Covid, into a new basement apartment (in freezing temps, with no heat on in the house).

My secret partner of 5 years moved in with me about 2-3 weeks later, bringing with them the most perfectest little stray kitty in the world.

We try to unpack while working full time as teachers.

We have a mouse we have to handle, wolf spiders, ants, and drain flies. But it’s $400 a month to live here in a 5 room basement apartment with a kitchen and bedroom. No utilities to pay. Jesus we’re lucky.

I start therapy and get diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder (we been know but heyo we’re open about it now on this account). Also medically recognized as autistic, tho a diagnosis isn’t really needed atm.

I undergo severe harassment on a sideblog of mine on another account.

(Have I mentioned that’s just January?)

Things continue, I start processing how fucked up I am.

I come out to my sister as gay and a system in February. She keeps my secret but doesn’t talk to me.

Partner brings home 7 cats who need to be fostered, which we don’t have room for, but take care of anyways. (2 got adopted; The 5 that are left are STILL at their parent’s house, and we STILL go over and feed them regularly).

I come out to my parents as gay and a system in March. I miss work due to the trauma responses fucking up my body, my mom demands to see me, I have a 2 hour long conversation with her in the parking lot of Safeway. I’m dead certain I’m going to die that night (mostly due to trauma, wahoo).

Didn’t die! Woohoo! But I did black out for a day. No memories! Memories came back with a new alter in the system. Wahoo.

Report my shitty coworker for sexual harassment. He’s still working there 🫠

Remember that harassment on the sideblog? It continued on through all of this, including threats of Doxxing, threats of assault (sexual or otherwise), and sooo many suibaits. I end up deleting that blog and remaking to make the harassment calm down. It thankfully did (mostly).

In summer, got a long message from my sister saying “hey we should talk” which boiled down to “I see you as a friend but not family anymore. Let’s start over our entire relationship.” Which. Hurt, to say the least, especially since it came the same day I was going camping in the woods for a week and would have no cell service. So. Great.

Went on vacation with my partner’s family in Wisconsin. It was really really good, even though it’s really blurry.

Went on vacation with my family in Aruba. Aruba was super good. We ignored everything I’d come out about and everyone just… tried to ignore what was happening. Cool 👍 Nice. Awesome.

Started the new school year with a MUCH BETTER COWORKER (still have to deal with the other guy though but this is leagues better) and a new 140 students.

Visit my parents semi-regularly, but don’t communicate at all with my sister. It’s always awkward and bad visiting my family. It takes 2 visits for my father to even talk to me directly.

I learn I experienced Some Real Fucking Bad Trauma from my parents (not the worst kind, not what comes to mind immediately, but the memories and horror are there now) and got a new alter.

Things continue like this for awhile. Then, in October, I get very sick. It’s a viral infection. It lasts from mid October to the end of October, when I get pink eye on top of it.

I heal up, and me and my partner get surprised engaged.

I get a resurgence of the infection in mid November. I miss more school. I am now out of sick days.

December rolls around. I catch Covid. I’m out for a week, the week before winter break. I’m now at -9 hours of sick time, and that’s with bonus days.

I miss my partner’s family Christmas, but I’m no longer positive for Covid when my parents have Christmas. So I drive to my parents, leaving behind my partner (who has Covid now)

My parents are nice, my sister is nice, it’s all very nice. The trauma responses I have aren’t nice. I try to give my mom a card from my partner. She doesn’t accept it, and tells me she will never read it.

I decide to cut my family off.

And now it’s January again. I’m freezing cold, but I’m in love, and things are looking up? But I’m sure y’all can understand why it’s taken me a bit of time to get my feet on the ground. Writing’s been hard while I just try to survive. But survival is coming a bit better now.

I’m hoping to write more this year. We’ll see how I do!

Thank you for your patience. :)

#oof #author update #trauma stuff

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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Secret Santa!

I honestly had a lot of fun with writing for this event, despite the pneumonia decided to come along a mere couple days ago, but that shall not stop me! With that, here is my post for the

For thos event, my secret Santa person was @mammss ! I absolutely fell in love with their oc and decided to incorporate her into this writing. I hope that you like it!

ENJOY!

Characters: Mammon x Kiera (OC)

TW: none! Just an abundance of tooth rotting fluff!

The last thing that Kiera expected to wake up to on a crisp December morning, would be the sound of utter silence. Usually within the House of Lamentation, Even in the early morning, there is something that is always happening. Whether it be Beel already ravaging the fridge for food, Levi shouting from his room at either a loss in a game or a victory, or even Mammon strolling his way into the room at certain times as he vey often did. It's not that Kiera minded, not at all, especially when a certain avatar of greed would make his presence made very well known within the room, it's just..... different.

Placing such thoughts into the back of her mind, Kiera would rise from her bed, rubbing the last bits of sleep that still clouded her vision before rising to her feet and making her way to the bathroom, even giving a small hiss at the sudden lights that would turn on when she entered. The morning would begin as any other, but only this time, there was a rather bright smile on her chocolate cheeks, and a certain shine in her eyes. After all, how could she have forgotten about the entirety of the day that she would be able to spend with Mammon? He could play dumb all he wanted, Kiera had the same warmed up cheeks that he did as soon as he had finally asked her to spend this day together. But not just any day, but the first Christmas that they would be spending together ever since she had arrived in this realm. The relationship was still new in many ways, but for such a hopeless romantic sech as Kiera? That made it all the more better.

Her hair still finely done, thanks to the help of Asmo, who was quite a natural when it came to working with and styling natural hair. Finding someone as experienced as he was back in her realm was quite a struggle, and even when one was found, they were further away, pricey, and usually had a waitlist. Now, she was able to have her hair wonderfully done and free of charge as well! The human realm could never. Her routine of washing her face was next, then it was her makeup. Something simple, light, but just enough to further add to her already beautiful self. Clothing was next, and usually the longest part of this whole morning. After all, this little date of theirs was to take place within the human realm. And right now, with all the snow on the ground and the frigid air, Kiera would have to keep warm. But what she was certainly looking forward to, was the fact that Mammon always seemed to stay at a much higher temperature than anyone she had, meaning free hand holding, curling into the side, an snuggling close to fight off the cold. Mayne he would even wrap his arm around her to ensure more warmth? Just the sheer thought had her mind racing and her cheeks warming up.

A simple, casual, yet warm outfit is what Kiera had decided with. Then it was boots, a good and warm coat, gloves, aa hat, and a scarf, to finish off the look. Warm but also cute. Mammon certainly wouldn't be able to resist.

"Hey, Kiera! Ya ready?!" Speak of the greed and he shall appear.

Kiera couldn't help but to chuckle. Someone certainly seemed to be quite eager to leave. Not that she could blame him. The looks he had been casting her direction all week had her heart hammering within her chest more than once. Taking one good, last look in the mirror, Kiera gave a curt nod of her head, grabbing her DDD and placing it within her pocket as well as her bag with other necessary materials that they may need on this trip. Then, she had gone to the door.

"Easy, hotshot. You seem almost as patient as Beel is when his hunger strikes." Kiera gave a chuckle as she watched Mammon's eyebrows knit together and a more mocking look on his face.

"Meaning not at all. Good, you're ready, and Barbatos already has the portal to the human world all loaded up an ready to gg for us. Let's get out of here before Luci finds something for me to do." He had already grabbed her hand was was quickly leading her from the House of Lamentation as he spoke.

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"Okay, has it gotten colder up here every winter in the last several decades? Because I don't remembering it being this cold here last time!" Kiera could only give a small laugh at the loud statement that Mammon had given, drawing in the attention of a few passerby's.

"Well, if you're cold, you can always let me hold you. I'm certain that it'll help to warm you up.~" She casts him a sly glance, moving closer into his side, even enjoying the sudden red that had filled his cheeks, and it certainly wasn't from the cold.

"Y-ya.... Ya can't just go around saying something like that! But, it would make sense that you would want to be able to keep the Great Mammon warm, after all, Kiera." Despite his words, he never pushed her further away from him, instead, even going to far as to tuck his arm around her waist and pulled her just bit closer to him, which caused her own cheeks to flush. After all, this was going rather well and if this continued, perhaps she could find some good mistletoe to partake in another one her her favored traditions.... and maybe because she also really wanted to kiss him.

"Look, there's a hot chocolate stand! Certainly, that can help to warm up the Great Mammon from this frigid human realm winter." Kiera flashed him a coy smile as she led him in that very direction, but also missing the rather warm smile that had come to his face.

Two cups of hot chocolate, now occupied by the pair and helping greatly to warm their hands as well as their insides, and the pair had found themselves sitting within the confines of a rather cute cafe. Small, local, but the aroma from within was enough to draw the two inside, Kiera thankful to be out of such frosty weather, and Mammon? He had found himself sat next to her, flushed next to her side despite the rest of the room on the little booth and then the chair next to him, not that Kiera minded. After all, this Christmas was already more than what she could have ever asked for.

"Kiera?... Can I ask you something?" It was unusual for Mammon to be as quite as he was being when he had asked her such a question, even the hesitation was a bit unlike him. Placing her hot chocolate down onto the table, Kiera looked over towards him, a gentle smile now adorning her features as she watched as Mammon quickly averted his gaze from her.

"You know that you can. I mean, it's only been a month or so since you last asked a stupid question." She couldn't help the chuckle, but seeing the grimace on his face and then hearing the small whine that came from his throat made the slight teasing worth it. After all, her teasing was far different than how how he was teased by his brothers.

"Shaddup.... now, there is a human tradition around this time that I've seen.... carried out. But, I've never actually done it myself so... I kinda wanted to ask...."

Kiera watched a when he paused, Mammon had reached into his coat pocket, seeming to rummage around through it for a moment before procuring something from within. Green leaves came into view, as well as a couple of red berries. Realizing just what was pulled out of his pocket, Kiera felt her eyes widen, heart increase in speed, and her cheeks, once again, growing red. Mistletoe. Mammon had brought fresh mistletoe with him.

"From that reaction, you, uh, you know what tradition I'm talking about. B-but, I wanted to ask you first. Ya know... to see if you were okay with it. So, what do ya say, Kiera? Can I give you a kiss under the mistletoe?"

Such a question hardly needed a response. Not when Kiera had literally been dreaming about a moment like this as soon as she realized the affection that she held for the avatar of greed. Not just any affection, but love. Falling in love was the last thing that she had expected to happen when she was brought into the RAD exchange program, but now, she was glad that it did. Especially now knowing that the one who held her heart, she held his in turn.

Such a shy smile came to her face as Kiera nodded her head, already beginning to lean towards him, eyes slowly closing as she saw him coming closer as well.

No one really tells you what to expect from a kiss, especially he first one. And the movies that had been seen, the books that had been, nothing compared to what was now being felt. His ever so slightly chapped lips flushed against her own smooth, if only slightly chilly, ones. Hearts racing, minds blank save for the fireworks that were going off. There was no accurate feeling for a first kiss. Mammon's free hand coming to ever so gently hold the back of her neck, Kiera's hands resting upon his shoulders, feeling the heat that radiated below such layers. Such a kiss was addicting. There would be no satisfaction with just one. And given said partner she was kissing, that was a good thing. She had a feeling his greed would certainly get the better of him when it came to something such as this. And she certainly did not mind.

"Merry Christmas, Kiera."

A very Merry Christmas indeed.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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@mammss

#omsecretsanta22 #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x oc #obey me shall we date #obey me fluff #obey me #mammon avatar of greed #obey me x reader

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