#hey it's almost Christmas again soooo

[mikachacha]

𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada just couldn't resist after seeing you dance and makes you scream out her name in all the ways she knows how

Warnings: smut. shameless smut. little to no plot. Nsfw so mdni. Please im begging u

(A/N: soooo we're back with these things and we're gonna start 2024 right. Also this is based on the request I got from last year. This is the filthiest story i've ever done 🫠🫠)

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"Oh hey baby! Perfect that you're home right now because.. There's something I wanna do with you." Bada could feel her cheeks heat up as she just came home and the moment she stepped inside the kitchen, she saw you sitting on the counter, dressed in one of those oversized coats with just lingerie underneath and those sexy, sparkly boots that she bought for you on Christmas.

"Oh yeah? And what's that something my pretty baby wants to do?" Bada asks, smirking as you get off the counter and walk towards her. She placed her arm around your waist and pulled you closer to her, an action that made you chuckle and place a soft kiss on her lips.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough, darling. How about you head to the bedroom now and get comfy as you will witness a show fitting for a new year." you told her and Bada could feel her heart racing with excitement at the mention of 'show' since she knows it could mean only one thing.

She headed straight to your shared bedroom and sat on the bed after changing into fresher clothes. She almost jumped when the lights in the room were briefly turned off but then a dim, purple light emitted from the string lights the both of you had installed months prior after moving in together.

"Oh? So you are planning something grand.. I should have expected this." Bada chuckles as you finally showed up. You motioned for her to sit on the chair that you placed in the bedroom earlier and she sat there without complaint. You gave her a cute little smile before setting up your phone to the speaker so you can give Bada this new year gift that you specially crafted for her.

The song began playing and you began giving Bada a lap dance and some strip tease but you made sure that you don't spoil her too much before you could even reach the best part. You could see the excitement and lust in your girlfriend's eyes and you're pretty sure about what's gonna happen once you're done and you've pretty much said, 'fuck it' because you know too well it's gonna be worth it.

When the chorus came, Bada was pretty sure that she just passed away and went to heaven as you stripped all your remaining clothes while dancing on her lap. It was hypnotizing, the way your body moved to the music, the way you were singing along to it, it just awakened something feral deep inside her that she didn't even let you finish the whole routine when she just grabbed you by your hair and kissed you on the lips. It was hot, messy and just full of lust. She didn't pull away until you were both breathless.

"Now you've done it, pretty girl.. Naughty girls like you should be fucked hard and good until those lips could only scream out my name as I make you cum over and over again.." Bada whispered to your ear and just those words sent shivers down your spine and dampness between your legs.

Bada didn't even give you a chance to think of a witty remark as she unceremoniously carried you to the bed and tossed you like you're a stuffed toy. You shoot her a glare and she just smirks as she gets on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head as she claims your lips once more. When she feels that your lips have received enough attention, her kisses begin moving south to your jaw and neck where she placed not so few marks on the otherwise flawless skin.

You were moaning and writhing beneath her at that point. You just want to feel her lips all over your body and her fingers moving in and out of you, preparing you for the good fucking you know you're gonna get. Sensing your impatience, Bada let go of your wrists and held out two fingers in front of you. You could feel your cheeks burning still even though you've done this multiple times already. You shyly took those fingers in your mouth and began to suckle on them, making sure to get them wet enough for what's about to come even though you're pretty sure it wasn't that necessary from how wet you already are.

While Bada got you busy with her fingers, her mouth was busy toying and teasing your nipples, loving how you'd moan against her fingers or try to close your legs but couldn't since she was situated in between. The way your eyes would shut tightly as your back slightly arched whenever her tongue would lick those sensitive buds. She loves seeing you in such a state knowing that she's the reason behind it.

She pulls her fingers out of your mouth and lightly grazes it against your heated skin, going south until it finally reaches between your legs. You felt yourself shiver and you could swear that you blacked out for a second as she worked her fingers inside you while her thumb rubbed circles against your clit. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.

"Bada, please.." you gasped out and she looked at you, grinning like the devil as her name rolled off your lips with such desperation as you were nearing that sweet, sweet release. Without saying a word, Bada adjusted herself until her head was in level with your crotch. She temporarily pulled her fingers out of you that got you whining so she can place your legs on her shoulders and without a warning, Bada ate you out like she has been starved for weeks and your pussy is her first meal.

Loud moans and whines escape your lips, you couldn't think straight. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you're just gripping the sheets beneath you. You don't know if you want to push Bada's head away or lock her head between your legs as she continues to have her way. It all soon became too much, your body trembling as you felt waves of pleasure through your veins as your orgasm finally hit. Bada lets you come down from your high before pulling away and sitting up, licking her lips with a smug smirk on her lips.

"Thanks for the meal, baby." she teases and you just shoot her a look as you sit up as well. It was your turn to please her to which you did. You help her undress and worship her, placing kisses on the spots that get her hot and bothered then proceed to eat her out like her pussy's the most scrumptious meal you have ever received in your whole life.

Bada could only moan and grip your hair as she was getting close. It was such a turn on seeing you between her legs with those sparkly boots still on and eating her out like a feast. She could already think of how much she's gonna fuck you until the only thing that comes out of your mouth is her name and loud moans from the pleasure she's gonna give to you.

It didn't take long for Bada to cum and she immediately tells you to lie down on your back as she retrieves the strap on from the drawer and some lube as well. You obediently did what you were told and waited for her to finish your preparations, anticipation already building as you're now entering the main event.

"I'm gonna go slow, yeah? Just tell me when you want me to go faster.." Bada says and you nodded your head, holding on to her free hand while the other was guiding the strap on to your hole. You flinched a bit from how cold the lube felt on initial contact but Bada's thumb has found your clit again, rubbing circles and distracting you that you didn't even notice that she was already fully inside.

True to her words, Bada went slow and steady for you to get used to the feeling. She'd give you kisses, whisper sweet nothing to your ear until you finally told her to go faster and harder to which she complied.

"Fuck! Right there.. Oh shit.. Yes, right there Bada please!" you moaned out loudly as she kept hitting your spot. Bada grabbed one of your legs and put it over her shoulder and began to pound you so hard that you could swear you can see stars and angels, among other things behind your eyes from how good it felt. You were babbling, you were begging, your brain couldn't form any coherent thought except for that hot white pleasure seeping into every fiber of your being. You could feel your orgasm closing in until you couldn't hold it in any longer, her name escaping your lips along with moans as your orgasm crashed into you.

"Feel good, baby?" Bada asks as you calmed down a little and you could only nod. You're breathless and you feel like you're floating in cloud nine as you came twice already.

"Yeah.. Feels so good.." you replied and she places a kiss on your forehead before pulling out. You thought she was done but you were dead wrong. Bada flipped you on your stomach, holding you up by the waist as she entered you once more from behind. Your eyes rolled back as she began fucking you from behind. It felt so good that you don't know what to do other than just grip the sheets and moan out your girlfriend's name. It was wild, it was hot and definitely the best fuck you've ever had with her pulling your hair and sometimes smacking your buttocks as she rails you hard from behind.

You don't know how much time has passed or how many times you came that night. It all felt like a blur that when Bada was finally done with you, you only drank some water and fell asleep immediately with a tired yet satisfied smile on your lips. Bada couldn't help but smile as well as she cleans you up and dresses you in comfortable clothes before finally tucking you in with a kiss on you head.

"I love you, Y/N. So much.." she whispers as she soon falls into a deep slumber, holding you in her arms.

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic #bada smut #bada lee smut #bada lee x reader smut

[ew-your-little-sister]

Hey imagine if you had a sister who had a little sister fetish and she found out you were trans and is super supportive and wants to help you transition and also for some reason she's way more touchy and affectionate than she used to be and she just suggested that you and her should share a room so you can turn the spare into a walk in closet for both you.

Okay!!! I bet it would probably be something like this:

**part 1 of ??? i spent a few days writing this bit but i didn't want to sit on it any longer so here's this chunk lemme know if you want more**

"No listen, I'm telling you, none of those onlyfans girls are ACTUALLY sisters, they're just two girls who already do porn and they kind of look alike so they start making content together. It's really Gross, I promise you'll regret if you end up subbing, it's not worth 29 bucks"

"how do you even know??? Wait Ughhhh no this is so fucking weird I am not having this conversation with my sister PLEASE don't look at my history and stay the fuck off my laptop"

"dude just... trust me, okay? I PROMISE this has nothing to do with some weird puritan shit, i'm just watching out for my little sis... *ahem* s...ibling. y'know? I'm not trying to be gross, just like... save your money okay?"

Did she almost just fucking call me her sister? wtf kind of mind game is this... did she find the... I slammed my bedroom door in her face and clicked the lock. She kept yelling.

"Bro!! you're being ridiculous! i'm soooo sorry for using your laptop but you're being such a fucking bratty little bitch about it, you're not even acting like my brother anymore. Ever since you came back for christmas break, you're so fucking weird around me and i don't fucking deserve that. Just because you went out of state for college doesn't make you better than me, Andr--... nevermind"

She went quiet, like she couldn't quite get through the name. I heard her slam the door across the hall. I exhaled and unclenched my jaw. Something about the way she'd held back made me tense and I couldn't put my finger on it.

I had to know if she'd found it. There was no way she could've, but still -- I had to check. Nope, still there.

I dug out the old xbox 360 box from the corner of my closet and pulled out the layer of old cords and broken controllers. The walmart bag still had that same energy radiating off of it and it set off the geiger counter in my stomach. my cock stiffened and my stomach clenched in hopeful anticipation. It's okay. she doesn't know. I need this so bad, I can't believe I went all semester without these.I looked over my shoulder and made double sure the door was locked, and upended the bag onto the floor of the closet. 3 pairs of panties, pink and green flowers, yellow stripes, and solid navy blue, wrinkled and musty. The tank top that didn't quite fit and the swimsuit top she hadn't worn in 5 summers, all still there. I reached for my favorite, the pink and green ones, the first pair i had found, tucked away into the corner of her otherwise-empty hamper.I undid my belt and pulled down my jeans over the hairy legs I'd have to figure out how to get used to again. At least until I could get back to my dorm where I didn't have to worry about answering questions i didn't even know the answer to. "Did you shave your legs? What the hell, why? Is this some kind of disgusting prank? Are you gay or something? Is this how you think we raised you?"

I closed my eyes and exhaled again. Unclenched my jaw. Again. I pulled my boxers down and my unwieldy, half-hard cock bounced up and down expectantly, getting harder with each beat of my racing heart. By the time I had both legs through the panties it was aching and I knew it wouldn't fit into the panties until it got some attention. I pulled them up anyway and felt the soft cotton cutting into my cheeks and hips. My cock was a hairs breadth away from exploding into them for what had to be the 700th time, and the wet spot of precum was getting bigger and bigger.

I knelt down and unceremoniously stuffed the yellow striped panties into my face. With my eyes clamped shut and the soft panties filling my nostrils, I desperately breathed through them like i was a mountain climber huffing down oxygen. All they smelled like was old cloth, even though i'd never sullied this pair with my disgusting man-stink, her scent had long since disappeared but I could almost just imagine it. Musty and forbidden, and stomach churningly familial, which didn't matter at this particular moment, unlike how I knew it would feel in about twelve seconds.

I collapsed into the corner of the closet, legs splayed up on top of old boxed up toys and luggage and artifacts of a boyhood that I'd somehow been at the center of. I pulled the top of the panties open enough to let my cock spring forward, a thin translucent rope of precum still attached to the inside of the panties. I transferred the yellow panties to my left hand and gently pinched the tip of my penis with two fingers, my favorite way to cum, rubbing just the loose skin under my throbbing head, touching it as little as possible.

It only took two or three light strokes to send thick spurts of cum across my stomach, chest, and even a drop or two into my face. My dick softened and kept pumping out tiny little spurts of cum with every muscle spasm. I closed my eyes and let the ragged breaths calm and return back to normal. I wanted nothing more than to just lay there and fall asleep but the strange position I'd crumpled into in the corner of my closet gave me a wicked leg cramp that got worse by the moment.

Also, the Shame had also set in. I couldn't even look below my waist, so I stood and faced the back of the closet and pulled off my sisters panties. I used them to wipe the tablespoon of cum off of my chest, it had liquified and left a snail trails from my collarbone to my belly button where most of it had settled.

I threw the panties onto the floor and stepped over the mess, stepped over the clothes I'd hastily shed in pursuit of some sick, momentary pleasure back into my room, crawled into bed wearing just a long grey hoodie, totally bottomless and still sticky with cum, and pulled the covers up and fell asleep before i could really start hating myself.

[biggestsimponhere]

Cuddling by the fire

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about xavier pls

The weather outside is frightful but that fire is soooo delightful - Xavier Thorpe x reader, btw this is written after they graduate, they got a house together! Sorry this is kinda short but it’s late and I’m tired.

It was snowing out, it’s your favorite time of year. You sit by the window staring out at the snow. You’re just silently enjoying the snowfall when a warm blanket wraps around your shoulders. “Come on, sit with me please” He said kissing the top of your head. “I will sit with you in a minute baby” You said laughing. “That’s what you said five minutes ago” he said pouting. “I know, but I’m watching the snow” you said smiling up at him. “Honey, you can watch the snow perfectly fine from the couch near the warm fire” he said pulling your hands out from your chest. “If you get me hot chocolate, I’ll sit with you” you said pulling your hands back. “Done!” He said running into the kitchen.

He came back a few minutes later, sliding across the wood floors. “Careful! You don’t want to spill that” you said standing up to take it from him. He grabbed your arm and pulled you toward the couch. “I didn’t spill it, it’s completely fine, now lay with me” he said sitting on the couch. “Alright, alright” you said sitting next to him. “Not close enough, my love” he said reaching out to pull you into him. He didn’t pull you very hard but your hot chocolate almost spilled all over. “Xavier! Please be careful” you said putting the mug onto the coffee table. “I’m sorry, I just wanted you closer” he said pecking your forehead. You moved closer to him and snuggled into his side. “This close enough for you” you said raising an eyebrow at him.

“Nope” he said pulling you into his lap. You squealed as he attacked your neck with kisses. “It’s cold out” you said leaning into him. He tightened the blanket around you before tucking you into his chest. You could feel the fire slowly warming up your feet. Xavier pulled you as close as you could possibly get to him. The fire cracking and warming you both. “Look! The snow!” You said sounding a lot like a child on Christmas Day. The snow outside had started to flurry and spin around. He laughed and then looked out the window. “Are you warm enough yet?” Xavier asked tightening the blanket again. “Yes, I’m warm, this is perfect” you said leaning in to peck him on the lips.

“You’re perfect” he said smiling at you, before leaning in to kiss you again. Right before he could capture your lips with his the phone rang. You quickly stood up to answer it. “Hello?” You said into the phone. “Did you see the snow!” Enids voice came from the other end. “Who is it?” Xavier called from the couch. “Omg, yes I saw the snow!” You said back to Enid. “Nevermind, only one person would call you about the snow” Xavier said again. “Is Xavier there with you?” Enid asked laughing when she heard his voice. “Yes he is, is Wednesday with you?” You said. “Yes she is” Enid said, you could heard the smile in her voice as she spoke. “Come back to the couch please” you heard Xavier call.

“Okay Enid, Mr. Pouty pants is upset I’m not at the couch anymore,” you started to say before Xavier shouted again “Hey!”. “Anyways, I will call you tomorrow alright, I love you” you continued. “Oh that’s alright, Wednesday is starting to get annoyed too” She said laughing before continuing. “I love you too, talk to you tomorrow” she said before hanging up. “Can you come back now” Xavier said as you started walking back towards the living room. “Yes, I’m coming” you said sliding across the floor. As soon as he saw you he opened up his arms. You quickly crawled back into his lap and he put the blanket back around you. You sat snuggled into him, just watching the snow fall. Eventually you fell asleep snuggled into him.

He scooped you up, and carried you down the hall to your bedroom. He laid you down on your side of the bed and tucked you in. Then he moved to climb into his side. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. You snuggled in further, while pulling the covers up. He leaned down and kissed you on the forehead before whispering “goodnight, I love you” he then leaned over and switched off the lamp. You both drifted off to sleep, not a care in the world, snow and hot chocolate long forgotten.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #wednesday addams #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe fluff #Christmas time snuggles #fluff

[katphantom69]

This is my Christmas truce gift for @paenling ! I hope you enjoy it! It was very fun to write these 2 being in love

"Dude! Ya sure your parents won't notice your gone?" Tucker said as he watched his best friend/ghostly super hero phase out of their bedroom wall and float down to him

"I don't need to get grounded and have my technology taken away again." He warned

Danny chuckles a bit as he shifts back to his human form

"Don't worry,they are fast asleep. They worked extra time in the lab today and were exhausted. They won't find out I swear."

The ghost boy smiles softly at his friend as he takes Tuckers hand and runs out of the ally behind his house and out into the street

"Now let's hurry!" He says excited

"Its almost time!"

Tucker was dragged behind his friend chuckling a bit at Danny's enthusiasm.

"Where are we going?" He asks curiously

"You didn't tell me what we were gonna do! You just told me to meet you asap!" He says as he trys to keep up with his friend.

Danny chuckles a bit as he guides Tucker down to the park.

"I told you that it was a surprise! But we gotta hurry, we have to get a good spot to be able to see it clearly." He says

Tucker was beginning to get even more curious now. They enter the park and Danny lead Tucker up a hill and then flopped down onto the grass, a content sigh leaving his lips. He smiled up at Tucker, who just looked a bit confused, and then pat the ground next to him so that Tucker could lay down too.

"Come on Tuck! I don't bite...hard" he said teasingly. Tucker just shook his head and chuckles before laying down next to him.

"So, what's the surprise?" He asked as he looked over at Danny

Danny turned to look at him smiling,

"You'll see!" He said excited as he turned his gaze to the sky.

"It should start now at any minute."

Tucker looked up at the sky getting comfortable near Danny.

The boys waited for a few minutes before it happened.

It started slowly, first one small streak across the sky, but then there was another, and another

Soon the whole night sky was filled with streaks of light from a meteor shower.

Tucker let out a soft "woah" as he watched the starry spectacule.

Danny let out a soft chuckle

"I know huh? It's beautiful!" He says breathlessly as he watches the stairs rain down across the sky.

Tucker looked over at Danny and froze in awe at just how lovely Danny looked under the pale light. His blue eyes glowing a soft green hue as he looked up at the spectacle with child like wonder.

Tucker could feel his cheeks growing warm as he stared at Danny.

He moved over closer and looked up again

"You know what is even more beautiful than this?" He asked

Danny looked over curious

"What?"

"You" Tucker replied as his cheeks grew warmer still.

Danny's face erupted with a bright pink blush as he looked wide eyed at Tucker.

Tucker gave a soft giggle and pulled Danny close, keeping his arm around his waist.

"The stars are jealous because they could never match ur beauty" he says

Danny let's out a snort and laughs at that.

"Dude! That was soooo cheesy!" He said blushing harder

Tucker looks at him smugly

"Hey but I got you blushing!"

Danny just shakes his head and smiles as he lays his head on Tuckers chest. They both look up at the sky just as the last meteors pass by.

Tucker presses his head on top of Danny's

"This was lovely. Thanks for sharing this with me"

Danny looks up at him smiling

"Thanks for coming" he says softly

They don't know how long they stayed like that,too comfortable to move away from each others embrace. They lay down together snuggling up, looking twords each other with soft blushes on their face; content to be here with one another sharing this moment in time, underneath the stars.

#danny phantom #my writings #holiday truce 2022 #Christmas truce 2022 #fanfic

[littlekatleaf]

Buried in a burning flame is love and its decisive pain (9 of 10)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8

As Junkrat followed Roadhog into the cabin, he hunched into his jacket. Wished he could just disappear, but had to face the consequences of his cock up. Always rushing in… Shut it, told the voice. Her voice. Wished he knew how it worked, so he could turn it off. Head throbbed like Rein’d been at it with his hammer. Pressed the heels of his hands against his eye sockets. Mech hand’s chill felt good, but the pressure did fuck all to relieve the headache. Worse, though, was the disorientation of seeing her alive and in the flesh all these years later, when he’d almost convinced himself she’d been a figment of his imagination, a piece of fever dream from the infection after losing his limbs. 

“Fawkes.” Morrison’s voice burst through the sat comm, sharp and grating - clearly ready to give him a gobful. 

Junkrat startled. “Yeah.” Everyone else’d fucked off. Even Roadie’d left him to the dressing down. Some bodyguard he was.

“How can I impress upon you the seriousness of the situation? You ignored my orders…”

“Pig’s arse!” Feeling like shit or not, wasn’t about to take it without an argument. “Ya just asked where Lena was, an’ assumed I’d send her. Said the device needed retrieval, didn’t specify by who.” 

A long pause. Not even a sigh. Then, “Technically you are correct. However…” Morrison’s voice buzzed in his ears like a mozzie. Everything feeling fuzzy again and his chest ached where she’d hit him with whatever her light shit was. And his fuckin’ nose was itching. Absolutely not gonna start sneezing in the middle of Morrison’s big speech. He scrubbed at his nose with his wrist and held his breath.

Lena passed the doorway and mimicked Morrison’s ‘blah blah blah’ face. To Junkrat’s disappointment she didn’t interrupt, just kept walking. Had to swallow inopportune giggles else it’d just give him more shit to bitch about. Sheila was right  - dipstick always ran on at the mouth. And if he didn’t shut up soon, Junkrat was pretty sure he was going to fall asleep leaning against the wall. Instead, he interrupted.

“Look, I know I fucked it up. Lena made it abundantly clear. How ‘bout we skip the yellin’ and go right to the punishment?” 

“I am not your father, Fawkes.” “Fuckin’ right ya ain’t.”

“But I am the commander. You’ve been with us long enough to know how we work. Yet you continue to operate as you’d been, as though Rutledge is the only one you can trust.”

“Goes without sayin’, don’t it?” Junkrat shrugged. “Least I know long as Roadie gets his dosh he’s gonna be there when I need him. Ain’t gonna go jack on me. Can’t exactly trust a bloke gives you a choice between workin’ for a clandestine organization and the lock up.” 

Morrison sighed, rubbed a hand over his scarred face, then surprised Junkrat with a small chuckle. “You’ve got a point. But the choice is still yours, Fawkes. If you are dissatisfied with your responsibilities --  if you feel you are overly burdened by the opportunity to turn the tide toward good -- Lena will deliver you to the authorities in London.”

“Call that a choice,” he grumbled, but the possibility caught his attention. Might be able to convince her to drop him off far enough from a cop shop to have a chance of escape. Could claim he jumped her. Hell, could actually jump her - and how disturbing was it that wasn’t his first thought? You know what happens when you let your guard down, Jamison. When you start to trust. Whatever they might tell you… you know the truth.

He did know the truth. All too well. “Gotta talk about it with Roadie.”

“This offer isn't for him. Just you.”

Junkrat frowned. “Ya gonna keep my... bodyguard?” Swallowed back the other thought, other wish. Why wouldn’t they? Here’s the opportunity they’ve been waiting for - prune your dead weight, as they’ve wanted from the beginning. And Rutledge can return to his beloved quiet.

“We need people who are committed to the cause. For all of Rutledge’s… lack of perspicacity when it comes to your jobs, he’s demonstrated more than enough dedication in his life before you.”

Well well. I wonder what, exactly, Jack knows about him that you, for all your years together, do not. Junkrat ground his teeth. He don’t know nothing ‘bout Roadhog. Nothing. 

Unless he did. The idea sank to the pit of his stomach where it sat like lead. Didn’t care that Roadie had a life before him - because of course he did - but the idea that he might have talked about it with Morrison, of all people, and that they might have some common ground, besides being old grey-haired dills. Pissed him off. Of course they have things in common, you utter child. You are not exactly the pinnacle of intelligent conversation. Rutledge is far more than he’s ever let on to you. 

Let that pass. Who gave two shits about ‘intelligent’? Thing he hated was Roadhog’d shared something about his past, about who he was. About things that mattered. And he hadn’t shared them with Junkrat. 

Junkrat’d never pressed him about the time before they met. He’d heard rumors, of course, everyone in Junkertown’d heard about Roadhog, Queen’s biggest, cruelest, most blood-thirsty enforcer… But in their years together Junkrat had begun to realize that some of the rumors were just that and nothing more.  Not to say Roadhog wasn’t any of those things - he was all of them. When he needed to be. Junkrat knew Roadhog, knew Roadie… but Rutledge… Mako… he didn’t know. And Morrison… fuckin’ Morrison… did.

“...Fawkes?”

Junkrat blinked. Shit. He’d apparently kept talking and seemed to be waiting for an answer. But couldn’t for the life of him figure what. Took a breath to answer anyway, and suddenly the sneezes he’d been fighting off burst out. “H’gnxt! … H’gnxt!” Just managed to pinch them back, maybe the comm’d miss the sound? And maybe Morrison’d dozed off too, not to see.

“Ah. Lena mentioned you were ill.”

Of fucking course. Junkrat scowled, muscles tightening along his back. Wanted to argue it, but suddenly felt like more trouble than was worth. Especially since Lena’d already said. So he sighed, and muffled the following coughs into his sleeve. “Yeah.”

“We can revisit this when you recover.” Morrison’s voice changed. While it wasn’t warm, exactly, it had lost the edge and bordered on kind. “Do you need Angela to check in?” His eyes narrowed, like he’d be able to read the truth of what Rat said through the screen.

“Nah, I’ll be right. Just gotta sleep.” No call to bring out the big guns, so to speak. Like her name implied, Mercy was the epitome of compassion, but she was still a doctor. Still a scientist, at bottom. Last thing he needed was poking and prodding.

“Very well.” A pause, then, “Let me know if you decide to take the offer.” 

The comm connection dropped and Junkrat sagged back against the wall. Fuck. Was all fucked up. Didn’t even need her voice tellin’ him it was his fault. Course it was. Needed to fix it, but how? Had no idea where she’d scarpered off to with the bomb. 

What about Morrison’s offer? He’d sounded serious, like it was honest. Maybe that was the solution - let Roadie stay here, help the do-gooders. Forget this… whatever it was between them. And he could… what? Serve his time? Go back to his old life? Without Roadie… what was his old life? He rubbed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose. Couldn’t think through the bloody fog in his brain. Sleep would help, but damn - getting to the bedroom felt like a lot of fucking work at the moment. He closed his eyes. Maybe a short nap right here.

“Didn’t think Morrison would actually kill you,” Lucio said, startling him back to himself. “And through the sat comm no less.”

Junkrat snorted. “Still alive, but was a close thing.” He sighed, stretched in an attempt to work the aches out of his body. “Don’t mean to be an arse but I gotta lie down. Bloody fuckin’ knackered.” 

“It’s all good. You got meds? There’s stuff in my kit if you don’t.” Lucio hesitated, like he wasn’t sure of how Junkrat would take his words. “And Hana made me promise to tell you that the bed offer was honest.”

Junkrat raised a brow and was rewarded as Lucio’s cheeks darkened in a blush.

“Just for a nap. We’re gonna be busy.”

The other brow joined the first and Lucio smacked his arm. 

“Playing video games, asshole.” They laughed together until Junkrat shuddered into a sneeze.

“Huh-r’isssh! Isshew! Fuck.” He sniffed. “I'm disgusting. Not gonna get plague germs in yer bed. Comfortable where I am.”

“Saúde.” Lucio put an arm around him. “You’re not disgusting.”

Junkrat looked at him over the tissues he was using to blow his nose. Then wrenched forward with yet another sneeze.

Lucio laughed. “Okay -- you are disgusting but it’s fine. It’s just the way it is sometimes.”

“Glad to provide amusement.” But even though he pouted, the warmth and weight of Lucio’s arm around him settled his churning thoughts and without really meaning to, he found himself leaning into Lucio. He sighed. “Any chance yer sonic amplifier could get rid of this fuckin’ disease?”

Lucio shook his head. “Doesn’t work that way, unfortunately.  It’s only a stopgap measure - keep someone going until their own body can do the work. Sorry, man.”

“Nah, no worries. Sorta figured.” 

“Sucks that you’re sick on Christmas.”

Junkrat bit back a groan. Shit - forgot. Christmas. The surprise. Wished he’d chosen an inside sort of thing, but sleep’d take the edge off, least enough to get through the rest of the evening. “It’s a hell of a Christmas gift.”  He squinted at the clock. “Would ya mind waking me in a couple of hours?”

“Sure…?”

“Don’t want to end up sleeping straight through - got the fireworks to set off.”

“You sure you still want to do that? It’s gonna be freezing.”

“Not exactly a Christmas prezzy if it’s not on Christmas, is it.” Didn’t want to admit Lucio’s point. He shivered just thinking of going back outside. But the explosions would be worth it. And these were gonna be bloody fantastic. Worked on ‘em way too hard for way too long to be put off by the fuckin’ wog.

“If you’re sure…”

“Thanks, mate.” Pushed himself away from the wall, away from the disquieting comfort of Lucio’s arm and made his unsteady way back to the bedroom. 

Where he was disgruntled to find Roadhog sitting on the cot, clearly waiting for him.“Can’t believe you left me to Morrison’s tender mercy.” Even as he spoke, realized it came out more pissy than he intended, but better to be on offense than defense.

Roadhog, of course, just looked at him. Waited.

“Had to give me shit for fuckin up. An’ not trusting them.” Shook his head. “Can ya believe that? Blackmails us to join Overwatch and then is all up in arms because you’re the only one I trust. Like I’m going to depend on any of them when they’re only keeping us around for the demolition.”

Roadhog huffed what sounded suspiciously like disagreement but didn’t say anything.

“Practically killed me. Had to have Lucio rescue me.”

“Sounds like a job for a healer.” Roadhog’s shrug was visible in his voice.

Junkrat surprised himself with a laugh. “All right, ya got a point.” Still shivering, wrapped his arms around himself. “Would ya move; really need a lie down.”

“Take the bed.”

“But ya ain’t gonna fit on that tiny thing.” Gestured at the cot with his chin so he didn’t have to let got of himself.

“I’m not going to sleep in the middle of the day. And you’re sick. Need to rest. Take the bed.” Roadie’s voice was firm, not up for argument. Which was, truth be told, fine with Junkrat. Every aching muscle in his body longed for the comfort of a real mattress. No springs poking him in the side.

“Thanks.” Shrugged out of his jacket and flopped onto the mattress gracelessly. Everything fucking hurt. His muscles, his bones, his hair, his eyeballs. Even his missing limbs. However the hell that worked. Taking off the prosthetics felt like too much work, only to have to put them back on again in a couple of hours. He curled onto his side, wrapping the blankets tight around himself until he was cocooned, and waited for sleep.

And waited. He rolled over, hoping to ease the ache in his back, but laying on his stomach hurt his chest. Rolled back. Waited. He was still fucking cold. Shoulda left the jacket on. His head throbbed in time with the beating of his heart. And he kept feeling like he needed to sneeze, but the urge left off just before explosion. 

The room was quiet, ‘cept for Roadhog’s breathing, his own sniffling, and every now and again a page turning. From elsewhere in the cabin a murmur of voices, one of Hana’s video games, music. Lena’s voice, pitched and exited, chased by the darker alto of Emily. Once Mei laughed. Life going on. 

Without you. Yeah, and? They clearly don’t need you. They are happy without you. Don’t need them either. Perfectly fine here with Roadie. But even as he thought it, the cot squeaked, then Roadhog’s boots crossed the room and the door clicked open and shut.

You were saying? Laughter in the voice. 

Fuck off. Didn’t mean anything, Roadie leaving him here. Or maybe it did. Maybe it meant he’d tied himself up in knots for nothing. Made things other than they were. Always doing that - chasing imaginings, random sparks. Could be one of those times. Snow falling behind his closed eyes, cold seeping through his jacket, his pants, and Roadhog’s non-answer to his question, ‘really don’t think now’s a good time’. Never a good time to tell someone they weren’t nothing more than a job. ‘Specially when they’d clearly confused the bit of comfort they’d taken in each other for something else. Something more. 

Shut up, told himself - brain, voice, all. Tugged the blankets over his head. Maybe it would block everything out.

His fitful doze broke when a hand cupped his forehead. Didn’t need to open his eyes - knew the size of it, the callouses, the slight smell of leather and smoke. Roadie. Tried not to think about how good it felt, cool and dry against his own damp heat. “What,” he asked, still half asleep. Voice came out a croak. Cleared his throat, tried again. “What ya want?”

“Lucio said you wanted to be woken. Sent some… Tylenol? Looks like paracetamol or something.” Rattle of pills in a bottle, then clunk of a mug being put on the nightstand. “Mei brewed you a medicinal tea. Smells like moldy leaves, but she swears her Mum always cured her with it.” Another clink, spoon against bowl. “Lena made you soup - chicken noodle, apparently. Less likely to taste like bog water, but I haven’t tried it myself. Presumably she’s a better cook than you. Hana sent a couple fingers of whiskey to wash down the tea. And Satya knitted you this. Said you don’t need to kill anyone?”

Junkrat forced open his eyes to find Roadhog holding up a single mitten, knitted in garish orange and yellow, head tilted questioningly. He coughed a laugh, muffling it in his sleeve. “She knows how much I hate the cold.” Not gonna go into it, not even with Roadie. He sat up carefully, waiting to see which of his body parts protested the movement. All of them. Meds better take the edge off or this was gonna suck. He clenched his muscles against a shiver. The rectangle of window was black - sun had gone down while he slept. 

Junkrat shook a handful of pills from the bottle but before he could swallow them all, Roadhog was taking some away. “Oi, what’s the deal?”

“Just two.”

“I wanna feel better faster.”

“Not how it works.”

Junkrat grumbled but gulped two down with the horrible tea Mei gave him. Nearly gagged on it. “Guess she ain’t forgiven me for the bodgy crack,” he said ruefully. Taste on his tongue like compost. The whiskey burned off the taste - and several layers of the skin of his throat as well. Coughed to clear the sting. 

Luckily the soup Lena’d made was better than anything he ever managed. Couldn’t taste much, but the heat was soothing to his throat, the noodles soft but not slimy, and even though he couldn’t finish the whole bowl, it settled comfortably in his stomach and he felt warm for the first time in ages. Too bad he was gonna have to go out again. The meds had driven the headache back to a dull throb and when he pushed himself up to stand, he felt solid. He pulled his jacket back on, then tugged on the mitten from Satya - the wool surprisingly soft and not as itchy as usual. 

“Oddest mitten I’ve ever seen,” Roadie pointed out as Junkrat wriggled his fingers. She’d ended the hand part at his knuckles.

“Nah, it’s genius. Can still work with the wires an’ all.” 

#oversnez #snezfic #constitutionally incapable of writing shortfic #hey it's almost Christmas again soooo #penultimate chapter bitches #party time! Need some fireworks?

[lokislastlove]

The Naughty List (Dark!Loki x Reader)

Summary: You and your roommates get a surprise visitor on Christmas Eve.

Warnings: Noncon/Rape, Monster fucking, smut, bondage, tiny bit of pain play. 18+ ONLY!

Note: Ok soooo this idea would not leave my head, and I wrote it super fast, mostly at 1am so probably not my best writing, but it is what it is. Still working on QB Steve, but wanted this out before Xmas. Hope everyone that celebrates Xmas has a happy holiday!

🎄

“Jesus, that is just straight alcohol,” you grimace.

“Hey!” Darcy exclaims indignantly. “I make great cocktails, you’re just a lightweight.”

There’s a muffled chuckle from beside you on the couch and you scowl between your two friends, throwing an elbow at Monica.

“Ouch! What?” she laughs, rubbing her arm. “Pretty sure you’re not supposed to abuse your friends on Christmas.”

“Yeah, or Santa will put you on the naughty list,” Darcy teases as she settles in the arm chair next to you.

“I miss being a kid at Christmas,” you lament as the Christmas music buzzes from the TV speakers.

“Yeah, holidays were better as a kid,” Monica agrees, giggling at the two burglars on screen taking paint cans to the face.

Darcy scoffs, “you guys are crazy, it’s way better now that you can drink and party.”

“Who parties on Christmas Eve?” You ask.

“Yeah, everyone is always with family, which is why I’m stuck with you two,” Monica jests with a wink and you laugh.

Darcy hides a mischievous smile and shrugs as she swirls her drink. You narrow your eyes at her, waiting for her to break. She always breaks, she’s terrible with secrets.

“Darcy,” you prompt.

A grin breaks out on her face and she rolls her eyes, “Okay, okay! I might have agreed to make an appearance at Sean’s house tonight. He’s having a couple people over, it’s no big deal.”

You and Monica share a look before you turn back to Darcy with a sigh, “I thought you said you weren’t talking to him anymore?”

“It’s just a party,” she defends.

“And Ian is cool with that?” Monica prods.

“Ian decided to fly across the country and leave me, so I don’t really care what he thinks,” Darcy complains.

You scowl, “Darcy he went to see his family… and he even invited you to go.”

A thud sounds from above and you look up instinctively at the blank white ceiling. You turn back to Darcy who doesn’t seem to notice and is chugging her drink angrily.

“I don’t know why I even told you guys. I mean, I was gonna invite you, but I should known better than to think you’d want to do something fun.”

“Hey. I’m fun. Just not at the expense of the people I care about,” Monica argues while your attention is pulled back to the ceiling.

“Do you guys hear that?” You ask as you watch the outdated chandelier shudder slightly.

They continue to bicker, ignoring your concern as their insults grow louder and more vindictive due to their overindulgence. Your eyes scan the ceiling and the framed pictures on the wall as they tremble from the thuds growing louder, like footsteps drawing near. But it makes no sense, why would anyone be climbing around on top of your rental house?

“Guys,” you say again, sitting up straight as you feel an odd prickling sensation on the back of your neck, “seriously. I think someone might be on our roof.”

“What?” Monica asks, following your gaze as it moves toward the vases quaking atop the fireplace mantle.

The room quiets and you all watch with bated breath as the footsteps slow when they near the fireplace, almost as if someone were sneaking toward your chimney.

“Probably just Sean trying to fuck with us,” Darcy quips, pushing up her glasses and squinting at the ceiling.

Monica nods, “yeah or maybe it’s a maintenance guy. You know how Joe always likes to send over workers when we least expect it.”

Your heart starts to pound in your chest, pulse beating in your ears as you wait for another distinguishing noise, anything to ease the stress of the unknown. You flinch and a collective gasp rings through the room as a trickle of soot leaks from the chimney and onto the pile of burning logs. Dust seeps into the air and you grip the arm of the couch as you all stare wide-eyed at the hearth.

A larger rush of ash drops and the fire dies with a sad fizzle. The air cools unnaturally fast and the Christmas lights strung around the room begin to flicker then burn out all together, plunging you all into darkness.

“What the fuck,” Darcy says and you hear her shuffle around next to you.

The bright blue light of her phone lights up the room right as you hear the sound of metal scraping against brick and mortar. You scramble to your feet, climbing over the couch to get further away from the fireplace when suddenly something large comes crashing down. Two hoofed feet smash through the half eaten logs, red embers flying every which way.

You tremble as you watch the hearth seem to grow, allowing this massive creature to climb out with sinister grace. The candles around the room burst to life, right as Darcy’s phone slips from her fingers.

“Oh shit,” Monica breaths out, her voice shaky with fear.

The monstrous stranger straightens to his full size causing the long curved horns protruding from his brow to scrape along the plaster ceiling. The only visible part of his face are the vivid green eyes glowing beneath his dark hood. He says nothing as he looks between you and your friends, studying you as you all quiver with trepidation.

Heavy metal shackles slacken in his clawed grip and clatter loudly to the floor, making you all jump. A dark chilling chuckle rattles his enormous frame and you squeak. His head snaps to you and tilts as he watches you, those emerald eyes burning into your soul.

“Someone has been naughty,” he growls.

His words would be comical, were you not ready to faint from fear. Instead, his voice makes your skin erupt in goosebumps, it’s so deep and devilishly smooth.

“What the fuck?” Darcy exclaims in disbelief.

He turns to her, tutting softly as takes a step towards her, the iron cuffs dragging threateningly in his wake. Darcy panics and scramble further away, grabbing the nearest object, and holding it out as a pathetic defense. She waves the plastic remote like a sword and he laughs mockingly, the faint sound of a bell jingling in time with each breath.

He shrugs his thick fur coat as he holds up the end of the chain and rattles it at her menacingly. He extends one of his long sharp fingers and points at Darcy, “you.”

“Sorry, I’m spoken for,” Darcy banters, as she eyes the front door.

You feel a surge of protective instincts when she catches your eye pleading for help. The sight unnerves you, for as long as you’ve been friends with Darcy you have never seen her scared of anything.

You watch the creature pop open a shackle and take another large step forward, his hoof clacking against the wood. Darcy whimpers and cowers before him with eyes closed and without thinking you leap at him.

You jump over the corner of the couch with an angry yell and attempt to push him away with all your strength, but he barely grunts or budges. You fall to the floor with a pained moan, feeling as though you just jumped full force into a brick wall.

Darcy and Monica both shout, “No!” as you are suddenly lifted off your feet by your neck, his strength beyond anything you comprehend.

He doesn’t squeeze, he just holds you up as he observes you curiously. Your toes barely able to tap the floor as you cling to his veiny forearms. You groan and struggle helplessly as your friends plead for him to drop you.

“What was your next move, I wonder,” he says.

Tears prick your eyes, “please, leave them alone.”

“Hmm, and what would I get instead,” he considers your proposal.

“Anything! Please, just don’t hurt them,” you beg.

His eyes seem to glitter as he lets them drift down your body and a cruel laugh marks the stupidity of your offer. Without a word he drops you and you crumble to the floor. You look up just in time to watch him pull something from his back and the faint light you had moments ago vanishes as you are swallowed by cloth.

You shout into the leathery fabric enclosing you and try not to think too hard about the stench of the sack. You are jostled uncomfortably, unable to hear, until finally some time later your ass meets the hard ground. The lack of air supply and constant battering has you dizzy and nauseous as he finally opens the bag and you collapse on a glossy black marble floor.

You take in desperate gulps of air, though it remains as hot and stale as it felt within the bag. You cough, head pounding as you try to take in your new surroundings.

A large four poster bed is the centerpiece of the room, the black wood frame laden with garish red satin sheets and pillows. The large fireplace opposite the bed blazes brightly, providing the only source of light in the tenebrous bedchamber. A small alcove housing a table and chairs is where you spot your captor, draining a large frothy libation with a loud slurp.

He stares you down as he lowers his mug slowly, allowing you to see his face for the first time. His long black hair slicked back neatly around his horns contrasting sharply with his unblemished pale visage. Those glowing green eyes sparkle in the fire light as he places the mug on the table and a forked tongue pokes out to wet his lip salaciously.

“Where am I?” You ask, trying not to tremble under his gaze.

He smirks and crosses his fur-covered leg over his knee, bouncing his hoofed foot as he appraises you. The silence is unsettling, and you are unsure how to proceed from here. But there is one thought that eats at you inside until you burst.

“Are my friends safe?” you inquire eagerly. As long as they are ok, you know you made the right choice.

He answers with a low chuckle that grows into a roaring cackle, “I can see why my brother loves you so.”

You stare back at him in bewilderment and concern, “…who? What?”

He rolls his eyes, “not YOU, specifically. But you know, the nice-listers.”

He waves his hand through the air blithely, and you gulp at the long polished black claws curling at the end of each finger. Your brow furrows at the reference and then it hits you all at once.

“Krampus,” you whisper in disbelief.

“Mmm, smarter than you look,” he muses.

You scowl at the back-handed compliment, “what do you want?”

“Well I had planned on a long evening of punishment with your well-endowed adulterous housemate… but then you made me an offer I couldn’t resist,” he smiles, flashing his long pearly-white fangs.

Your mouth goes dry as you realize the position you put yourself in. Panic floods your veins, and you try to subtly slide away from him, too shaky to stand and run.

He hums as he watches you in amusement, “so even the good ones try to flee… how interesting. Would you like to see how far you can get?”

Your breath hitches at his taunting and you pause as an idea occurs to you, “Am I the first nice-lister you’ve ever taken?”

He raises a dark brow, “you mean are you the first mortal with a hero complex who has tried to impede my punitive duties?… no.”

Well there goes your plan of trying to be amenable and strike a new deal, ‘kill them with kindness’ is unlikely to get you anywhere this time.

“…but you are the first foolish enough to offer me… ‘anything’,” he grins wickedly.

The dark sinful timber of his voice makes you shudder and you spring to your feet and rush for the opposite side of the room. But the black panel you thought was a door, turns out to be a mirror. You slam into it with a cry and frantically search the shadowy room. There are no doors, no windows, and no visible hatches on the ceiling or floor.

You press yourself to the wall as a sob escapes you, “please. Please, let me go.”

“Mmm, the begging does sound sweeter from your lips,” he remarks calmly. “But the real curiosity is… what other sounds can you make?”

Without warning he whips his hand through their air and a long gold chain appears in his fist, flying toward you with a flash. You flinch and scream as the shackles magically lock around your wrists and he pulls back, causing you to fall forward. You land with a grunt, the hard floor knocking the wind out of you as he leisurely lures you in. He drags you along the floor like a helpless fish caught on a hook.

Unable to stand, you slide smoothly across the marble, inching closer and closer to him until you are close enough for him to lay his hoof on your shoulder, pinning you to the ground. You struggle fruitlessly, a pained grunt pulled from your lips as he digs the sharp rounded edge of his toe into your back.

“As much as I’d love to tease you,” he purrs, “we only have a few hours left until dawn, so let’s skip to the fun part.”

Another wave of his hand and the chain raises up to the ceiling until it has you dangling in the air before him. You swing helplessly as he watches you stoically, taking a moment to inspect every inch as you start to spin slowly.

You gasp when you turn back toward him and he’s already on his feet, eyes level with yours. You shiver at the rumbling purr that sounds from his chest, like a lion eager to devour his captured prey. He holds up a single sharp nail and hooks it under the collar of your shirt. Slowly he drags it down. The tear of the fabric makes you cringe as your bare chest is exposed to his hungry gaze.

The sheered shirt tickles your sides, but he doesn’t stop. He drags the nail down further, scratching into the skin of your belly and your sensitive pelvis before he catches the hem of your loose shorts. The elastic pops easily and he catches your cotton panties.

“Don’t!” You squirm as he makes it to your mound, terrified of that razor like edge near your folds.

The shorts slip down your thighs right as he nears your clit and you let out a relieved breath when he pulls his hand away, your bottoms fluttering freely to the floor. He tears away the remnants of your favorite pjs and lets you spin on the chain, your shame heating your face.

He hovers his hand over your hip so that his nails drag across your skin, pressing dangerously close to the point of bleeding. You groan as your skin starts to burn, but not unpleasantly. He stops you and admires the scratches circling your hips. He hums his approval and squeezes your ass, nails like needles around the edge of each cheek.

He continues to fondle you, using his claws to tease you, the pain making your nerves more sensitive and responsive to his more delicate touches. Once he has your nipples hard and sore his forked tongue slips out and he circles each nub. Flicking up and down, then around several times before repeating.

His skill was dizzying and despite your disgust and humiliation you find yourself arching into his touch. It doesn’t take long until he has you openly moaning, begging him to stop even though you know you don’t want him to.

“I’m impressed,” he praises as he grips your hips and admires your disheveled features, “the naughty ones rarely last five minutes. But in the end you’re all animals, just like me.”

He leans in close, his snake-like tongue slithering out to taste the tears staining your cheeks. You cringe but he simply ignores your resistance, humming in delight at your misery. He takes a step backwards, the hard clank of his hoof against the stone, and lifts your pelvis so that it is level with his.

He has you cradling his waist with your legs and you feel something hot and sticky prodding at your slick folds.

“No,” you whimper in your delirium, head lolling as you watch his monstrous red cock drag up your slit.

He grips himself at the distinct circle of hair near the base as he guides himself to your drooling entrance. Your legs pinch his waist, the thick fur from his legs tickling your inner thighs unnaturally, but make it easier to keep a hold of him. You moan as he fills you, the sensation familiar but the sight of his inhuman features make it feel wrong, and somehow even more pleasurable.

He tuts when he feels your arousal coat his thick shaft, “naughty girl.”

He slides into you with ease, stretching you deliciously as you instantly give yourself over to your basest instincts. You hear him groan and you look down to see your hips curl into each thrust without a thought. Your moans grow louder, matching his own as he works to build up a tantalizing momentum.

“I think you needed this more than she did,” he grunts. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

He raises your hips and drops you down hard on him, hitting a bit too deep so that you cry out in pain. He focuses his attention there until he has you sobbing and begging once more. He hunches over, watching himself destroy your cunt and, to your horror, his tongue extends to a beastly length so that he is able to tease your clit.

“Fuck!” You scream at the depraved sight and your eyes roll when the pleasure explodes within your core.

You come with a scream and the chains snap, dropping you into his awaiting arms. He stands there a moment, savoring the feel of you clenching and relaxing around him as your orgasm subsides. With his cock still buried deep, he walks you over to the bed and drops you on the slippery satin sheets.

“Let’s see how bad you can really be,” he teases as he climbs into the bed and hovers over you. “I’m certain you’ll be on my list next year.”

Tags: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @caffiend-queen @queenoftheworldisdead @buttercupfangirl @needleandhammer @thiskindahotkindamusic @lokiswildheartcantbebroken

#dark Loki #Monster Loki #Dark!Loki x reader #loki x reader #mcu #dark fic #Krampus #xmas fic

[komoreangel]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐜𝐬

pairings: childe, diluc, kaeya, albedo x f!reader (separate)

scenario: it’s reallyyyyy cold outside and you want your boyfriend to warm you up :) and maybe cuddle :) i mean what no its just soooo cold

genre: fluff so much fluff

wordcount: 1.6k (mostly albedo’s djkfsdjfnkd) 

childe

ok so this guy

he’s from snezhnaya which is like russia

its always cold there so he’s used to the below 30 temperatures

you however

ARE NOT

like at all i mean you’re from mondstatd whens the last time it snowed here

so at first he might not notice that you are extremely cold

you two are walking around, being cute yk couple stuff

that is until you start shivering

“why are you shaking? are you scared of something???”

he’s not the brightest but we love him

“childe, im cold.” you bury your face in his chest to hide from the wind

“it’s not that cold out here, i don’t see why you’re being so dramatic.”

“it’s below 30 degrees! i’m going to get frostbite and die!”

ok so maybe you are a bit dramatic but YOU’RE FREEZING OKAY?

“hey ojou-chan, why are you so clingy all of a sudden-” you reached your hand inside his pocket to grab his hand.

holy crap your hands are cold

“hey wait don’t grab my- THAT’S MY SCARF!”

suddenly you were running away from him at top speed, his scarf in your hands

“come back here! what are you - oof-!” he had grabbed onto the edge of the scarf and pulled it back, you along with it.

you fell on top of him and you’re both wrapped in the scarf like every single christmas romance movie

“well now my hair is all full of snow.”

“you deserve it.” “HEY!” 

you get up and walk off to the side, taking his scarf with you

he follows after you, and catches up quite fast considering he’s got them long legs 

oh to be tall

he wraps his arms around you in a hug 

“still feeling cold?” 

“yES!” 

so you two head for home and he promises that he’ll cuddle you all day to keep you warm

which is what you wanted in the first place ;) 

diluc

diluc doesn’t get cold

not because of where he’s from or anything

but because pyro vision 

~natural body heat~ 

and unlike childe he would actually notice you withering away in the snow 

“y/n, are you alright?” 

“huh? yeah yeah im fine just a bit cold” 

suddenly you are being cuddled 

“diluc??” 

“yes?” 

“you’re hugging me?” 

he doesn’t usually initiate pda often so it was a surprise

“you said you were cold. i’m simply warming you up.” 

you lean into his hug and notice that he’s actually really warm

like so warm you get sleepy

you’re so sleepy now that you think about it

and bonk

congrats dear reader

you have fallen asleep in diluc’s arms

he continues to talk on about venti’s drinking problem and how annoying kaeya is

he looks down and notices you sweetly dozing off in his embrace

and he’s so lucky to have you isn’t he

he smiles softly and sweeps you into his arms

carries you bridal style upstairs 

he’s about to tuck you into your bed when your arms begin to tightly wrap around his shoulders

almost like you dont want to let go 

“darling, it’s more comfortable in the bed,” he says quietly

“noo...” your voice is muffled by his chest and you sound tired 

he chuckles lightly 

“just lay down for a bit i’ll be right with you in a minute” 

you’re quiet, like you’re stopping to think

“if i lay down, will you cuddle with me?” 

diluc sighs

“yes i’ll cuddle with you, just please lay down? for me?” 

and who are you to resist that 

so you lay down and while it’s not as warm as him

its still really soft and you fall asleep in no time

he comes back to you sleeping, and not one to break his promises, he cuddles with you anyway 

at least you’re warm now 

kaeya 

believe it or not, kaeya actually does get cold

i mean yeah he has a cryo vision, but that just means he isn’t affected by his own abilities 

or at least thats my headcanon 

anyways

if you’re shivering...he will not help you at first

no, first he’ll tease you about it

like imagine you guys have a mission in dragonspine

“oh y/n~ did you fall for me so hard you got frostbite?”

“you’re looking mighty chilled over there, need a hand?” 

you are this close to punching his arm

however because you want him to hug you and warm you up, you are going to stay on his good side 

he might prolong the teasing for a while

and after that while, he may or may not let you hug him

if he goes on for a bit too long however, he’d feel bad 

you aren’t laughing at his jokes anymore because you’re so cold

you just want to stop and sleep 

your steps become slower and slower

your vision is getting blurrier by the second

and after a while you just stop moving

kaeya turns to look back at you bc he notices

“y/n?” 

and then in a total cliche moment you collapse out of pure exhaustion

like the gentleman he is, he catches you before you land face-first in the snow

and in his mind hes like shit i let this go on too long

so he carries you around, looking for a cave you can rest in until you’re feeling better 

after maybe five minutes of searching he finds one

and he knows albedo is up here somewhere but he doesn’t want to risk you being in the snow for too long

he starts a fire and tries to lay you down near it, but you aren’t getting any warmer

so he puts you in his arms and just cuddles you 

the combination of body heat + fire is slowly warming you up 

and in about an hour you’re awake again

but you can’t move, because his grip on you is very tight

“kaeya? where are we?” 

he slowly opens his eyes 

“oh, just a random cave in dragonspine” he laughs a bit as he says it

then ofc he remembers you’ve just woken up from collapsing and is like oh right serious time ok

“are you okay?” he asks and this time he has a hint of concern in his voice

“yeah, i’m fine. i’m warm now too” you say as the fire starts to die down a bit

kaeya moves his arm in front of you to shift the firewood a bit 

“i’m sorry for letting you get that cold” he murmurs 

you adjust your position so you’re facing his chest 

“it’s alright, at least i can finally get some cuddles this way” 

you both continue to rest by the fire and decide you’ll head back to mondstatd in the morning

albedo

because albedo is rather observant of most things

he notices your state right away

he immediately stops whatever he is doing and tends to you

“you’re cold, aren’t you?” he sits you on the table and feels your forehead

“albedo, its not a fever” you laugh. 

“no, if it was a fever you’d be burning up” he says matter-of-factly 

he walks to the other side of the lab and grabs his coat

“here, put this on.” 

you wrap the coat around yourself and start to get off the table

he rushes back and grabs your hands

they’re cold (duh) 

so then he thinks what can he do to make your hands warm

usually some mittens would do the trick

but he doesnt have any except for his own

well 

he’ll do what he has to

anything for you 

so he slides his gloves off and offers them to you

“put these on, your hands are probably freezing” 

when you hesitate (because arent his hands cold now? you dont want him to be cold) he takes the initative and takes your hands to put the gloves on

he stands back and says “there. tell me if you get colder, okay?”

and tries to hide his flustered face because

you look so cute in his gloves!!! 

they’re his gloves and you’re wearing them ! 

he turns back to his work for a bit 

after maybe half an hour he looks back 

and you aren’t sitting on the table anymore?? 

he looks around

you aren’t anywhere?? 

thats not good

not good at all

he makes his way outside and doesn’t see you there either 

“y/n?” he calls out into the snow 

unknowingly to him, you had headed out about ten minutes after he turned around 

you went to go search for some starsilver, as you heard him muttering about it under his breath 

you were happily heading back to the lab, arms full of the stuff, when you heard someone shout in surprise

it sounded like albedo 

something must have happened to one of his experiments

you quickly hurried towards the lab only to find

nothing?? not even the man himself

there were footsteps in the snow leading away from the room, but you couldn’t be sure if it was yours or his

you decide to wait for him to come back, and set the starsilver near his workspace

after a while, he comes back in, looking stressed and worried

“albedo?” he looks up and breathes in relief 

“where were you, i came back and- mMf!” he rushes towards you and wraps you in a tight hug

“please don’t do that again” he says

“i got you some starsilver..”

he breaks the hug and looks back at his desk

“you went to get starsilver...for me?” 

you bury your face in his neck 

“yeah..i heard you muttering about it so i thought you needed some. it was colder out there than i thought, though” 

he pats your back soothingly, rubbing his hand in circles around your shoulder 

“let’s start a fire, that’ll warm us both up” 

a/n: hi! wooh my first headcanon :) sorry if it was a little long, and i know some were a bit angsty and im honestly sorry about that! albedo’s got away from me sdkhjf but i hope you enjoy! and feel free to request a fic if you’d like :)

#albedo x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #albedo x y/n #diluc x y/n #kaeya x y/n #childe x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagine #genshin story #genshin stuff #genshin impact x reader #kit.writings

[the-cult-of-russo]

The Other Woman

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

A/N: Soooo. No one asked for this one and I have prompts in my inbox and a multi chapter Billy x OC story I'm working on. Yet… this happened. I was working on an assignment for uni and this popped into my head. Billy lives in my head rent free and I'm not even mad about it. Enjoy lmaooo 

Warnings: cursing, slight angst but not really, lots of fluff (literally and figuratively). It's just a bunch of cute bullshit, don't mind me looool 

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Your nails tapped the coffee cup as you sat outside the cafe deep in thought. There was only one thing on your mind. Billy was cheating on you. There was no other explanation for his behaviour the past week and the knowledge of what he'd done was eating away at you. It started a week ago. He'd slip out after work hours saying something came up. Sometimes he wouldn't even tell you where he was going and when you asked, he'd say 'work' as he avoided your gaze before slipping out. Billy couldn't lie to you, you knew him too well for that. You knew his tells and he didn't really lie to you. But you knew when he wouldn't look you in the eye that he wasn't being honest.

Then there was his phone. He'd be on it more than usual and it was distracting him. The night before, Frank had called him and you knew it was Frank because you'd seen the name popping up on his screen. You'd both been watching a movie on the sofa together as you tried to convince yourself that Billy wouldn't cheat on you. But when he excused himself to the bedroom, your curiosity burned. Why would he need to sneak off to speak to Frank? 

So you'd crept over to where the door was open by a crack and held your breath as you listened.

"Yeah, I know…. I'll just tell her I need to work again… I don't think she knows… yeah, yeah, I know… I can't wait for you to meet her, man. She's perfect,"

Those words felt like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut all rolled into one. Billy was cheating on you. Billy was cheating on you and Frank knew about it. Frank who was one of your closest friends, the one who introduced you to Billy in the first place. You'd gone back to the sofa as you dwelled in your misery and betrayal and when Billy had come back out with a wide smile on his face you'd felt sick. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him, to question him or tell him what you'd heard. You were scared of what he might say. Scared of what this all meant. 

You and Billy had been together for almost two years now and you lived together. You knew of his past but never once had you felt insecure about being with him. He loved you, and you wholeheartedly believed he did. So this felt like it completely blindsided you and your head was all over the place. 

That morning Billy was gone by the time you woke which was nothing new since he often let you sleep when he got up to work. But you'd come to the cafe by lunch because you were drowning in your thoughts back at home. The home you shared with him. 

You blew out a breath, grabbing your cell from your pocket as you rang Anvil. You had a gut feeling and you wanted confirmation. His secretary picked up the phone and you sighed before asking something you dreaded the answer to.

"Hey, Annie. Is Billy there? I need to talk to him," you said softly. The older woman cleared her throat down the phone before speaking.

"He's not here, Y/N. He took the day off," she said warily. Well then. You thanked her quickly before hanging up, the lump lodged in your throat getting bigger. 

How could it all have gone so wrong? You stood, tossing the half drank coffee in the trash as you made your way home with a broken heart. You hardly expected Billy to be sitting on the sofa when you got home. But there he was in all his glory. A burgundy sweater with his jeans and boots, hair slicked back like always. You felt like you were hanging on by a thread. 

He smiled when he saw you, standing up and making his way over.

"I thought you had work," your cold tone stopped him in his tracks as he looked at you cautiously. 

"I took the day, had some things I needed to do," he replied easily. Things he needed to do. More like someone he needed to do. Tense didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. 

"Look… there's someone here I want you to meet," Billy said hesitantly, glancing to the closed bedroom door. He really wouldn't just… The string of composure you were holding onto snapped.

"Is this some kind of joke?!" You yelled. He looked shocked, eyes wide and confused as he tilted his head.

"Uh… what?" He asked carefully.

"It's bad enough you're having an affair that apparently Frank knows all about but you've brought her here?! You want me to meet her?!" You were incredulous at his audacity. You wondered if he'd suffered a head injury a week ago or something. 

Billy blinked at you with his dark eyes for a moment before he burst out laughing. But when he saw your tearful eyes glaring at him, his laughter died instantly.

"You… you think I'm cheatin' on you?" He asked slowly, like he was talking to a toddler. Your brows furrowed watching him warily as he walked over to you. 

"You've been acting weird all week, Billy. And I heard you on the phone last night. I heard you talking to Frank," you muttered, hating how your voice wobbled. 

Billy looked stricken at how upset you were and wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him despite yourself. He stroked your hair soothingly with one hand as the other rubbed your back.

"I'm not steppin' out on you, Y/N. I'd never do that," he sighed. He moved away, cradling your cheeks as his obsidian gaze looked over your face like he was searching for the answers of the universe. 

"Not gonna lie, I'm a little offended by your lack of faith, but I have been actin' weird so I'll let it slide," he murmured with a soft smile. 

"But then… what was that all about?" You asked, deflating a bit as he wiped away the couple of tears that had fallen. He leaned in and kissed you softly, one of the rare tender kisses he'd give you if you were upset. You were incredibly confused and maybe also felt a little guilty that your mind went there.

When he pulled away, he shot you a grin, looking almost like a kid on Christmas which only furthered your confusion. 

"Wait here," he beamed, dashing off to the bedroom. You really felt like you'd been transported to another dimension where nothing made sense. But then Billy came back out with what you could only describe as a living, breathing, real life Pokemon in his arms. It was a Pomeranian puppy that just looked like a cloud with two shiny back eyes peeking out. 

You made a noise that you couldn't even describe. A mix of a whine and a coo that people often reserved for cute animals and babies as if they couldn't help themselves. Your feet took you over to where Billy was grinning at you and the ball of fluff was nibbling his hand. 

"Billy…" your voice was still a little high, a little pout on your face as you reached out and stroked the fluffy fur on the puppy.

"Meet Cotton Ball. Cotton Ball, meet your mom," he smirked, grabbing a tiny paw and making it wave at you. It was something to behold seeing Billy like this and you almost melted right into a puddle. 

"Wait so… this is the other woman?" You asked with a snort, feeling so utterly stupid for how your mind went there. Billy rolled his eyes with a laugh as he handed over the bundle of cloud to you. 

"Do you like her?" He asked hesitantly, looking almost unsure as he glanced from the puppy to you.

"I love her. Thank you, Billy," you murmured, cuddling the tiny puppy closer to you. 

"I uh… I know that you said you wanted a dog," he started, his shoulder rolling a little.

"Which you shot down immediately," you cut in, raising a brow at him. He chuckled, rubbing his beard a little with a nod.

"I know. But… I saw how disappointed you were and I decided I never wanted to see that look on your face again. Especially not 'cause of me. She hadn't been fully vaccinated and stuff so I've been waitin' to bring her home. Been to see her a few times to get her used to me," he shrugged, looking almost bashful which was a strange look for him. It was cute. 

"I love her. And I love you," you smiled wide at him. His insecurities seemed to wash away at your bright smile and he returned it, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

"I love you too. Come here, lemme show you somethin','' he took your free hand and led you to the bedroom. On the floor next to your bed was what looked like a queen bed shrunk down. It was a dog bed but a fancy one and the cozy sheets looked expensive too. There was also a basket filled to the brim with dog toys. You looked at him incredulously with a laugh. 

"And here I was thinking you weren't a dog person and you're spoiling her already," you teased. He chuckled, a slight pink tint to his face you couldn't remember ever witnessing as he bit his lip and smiled at you.

"Yeah well… my girls gotta have the best. And… I mighta got attached to her," he shrugged easily. 

"Billy Russo has a heart after all. Who knew?" You snorted. He gripped your jaw gently, giving your lips a firm peck before smirking down at you.

"Don't tell a soul or I'll have to kill you. I got a rep to keep," he smirked devilishly. You snorted again, shaking your head as you took the now sleeping puppy to her lavish bed and set her down. 

When you walked back over to Billy, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he responded in kind and held you close. 

"I can't believe you thought I'd cheat on you," he murmured, nuzzling your hair. You felt your cheeks heat up as you moved away and looked up at him.

"I know. I'm sorry, I just… you'd been acting weird and then the phone call, I didn't know what to think," you said softly. He frowned a little, tucking some of your hair behind your ear before resting a hand on your jaw.

"You know I love you, right?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

"I know. Honestly… I've never questioned it. I've never felt like that before. My mind just ran away with itself," you felt bad now and really fucking stupid but he had been acting weird. How were you to know that he was secretly procuring you the cutest puppy to exist? 

He kissed your forehead softly, lips lingering a moment before he cupped your cheeks, tilting your head to look up at him. His dark eyes were full of many emotions and you got lost in them.

"You're the only one I want. Ever since I met you, I never wanted anyone else. I ain't ever felt like this before but all I know is… I'm yours. I love you, Y/N. There'll never be anyone else," he murmured sincerely. You couldn't help the dopey smile on your face as you leaned up and captured his lips in a soft kiss. 

"I love you too, Billy. But… I will have to share you now with Cotton Ball," you teased against his lips. He chuckled, nipping at your bottom lip. 

"You'll always be my best girl," he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

One hand dropped to your neck, the other slinking around you and settling on your ass as he kissed you deeply. Just as you were really getting into it, he hissed, cursing and moving away as he lifted his foot. The foot that had tiny razor teeth latched onto it as the dog dangled off his toe. You couldn't help the bubble of laughter that came out of you as you pried the dog away from his foot.

"Feel like I might end up regrettin' this decision," he huffed, eyes narrowed at Cotton Ball who was now happily in your arms. He wasn't really mad though, his lips were slightly upturned as he reached out and rubbed the dogs tiny head.

"Awww. Is the big bad marine scared the lil doggy might bite his ass when he's having sex?" You mocked playfully.

Billy's mortified face had you in stitches. He looked like he'd not considered it until you said it and now he was glaring at the dog like she'd ready done it. 

"We're gonna need some boundaries," he muttered to the dog as he pointed at her, then his piercing eyes turned to you and you bit your lip to stifle your laughter.

"And for the record, I am a big bad marine and I ain't scared of a fuckin' dog," he smirked with a raised brow. You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly as you turned, dog in hand, and left the room.

"Mhmm. Just wait until I tell Frank how you're scared of a ball of fluff. Or the guys from Anvil. Or maybe I'll tell them just how much you love her already," you grinned, laughing when he gripped your hips and dragged you so your back pressed against his front. 

"What I tell you? You tell and I'll have to kill you. I don't wanna do that, I might just miss you," he murmured with a smile as he nuzzled your neck. 

"Russo's going soooft!" You teased with a laugh, squealing when his hands dug into your sides to tickle you. 

Honestly, you never really thought Billy would be a dog person. But you never thought he'd be the type to live with someone and here you were. You never thought he'd be the type to use the L word yet he did with you. He was full of surprises and this was way better than you anticipated. You never expected the other woman to be so cute.  

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

[ecto-american]

Alexa, Summon Danny Phantom

Phic Phight Oneshot for Greyheartwriter: Danny's been summoned. But not by who you'd expect. In fact, not by an actual person.

For anybody wondering the logic behind this: I've never owned an Alexa and never will, and I'm just assuming at this point that Jeff Bezos has this kind of terrifying power

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"Yeah, Papa got it for me for my birthday!" Paulina chirped happily as she gestured to the small device from her spot on her bed. Star hummed in admiration as she admired the specially ordered pink device that sat on one of Paulina's dressers.

"Do you like it?" she wondered. "I've been wondering if I wanted to ask for one for Christmas."

"I love it!" Paulina exclaimed. "It's sooo useful for when I'm getting ready in the morning, I can just voice command for song changes and the weather while I'm doing makeup. You can even play games and such too kinda. My mom and I play Jeopardy sometimes."

"Oh man that sounds so fun!" Star said. She shifted to sit cross legged in Paulina's desk chair. "What else can it do?"

"I dunno for sure," Paulina admitted. "I'm still figuring out some of it. I only found out yesterday that I can use it to order DoorDash."

"You can order DoorDash?"

"Yeah! Actually are you hungry? I could order something right now," Paulina offered. Star thought for a moment.

"I could go for food," she mused lightly. "What sounds good?"

"Nasty Burger?" Paulina suggested.

"Ooo yeah!" Star nodded. "Definitely a strawberry milkshake with a burger and fries."

"Ugh, their milkshakes are so good," Paulina agreed. "Alexa!" The Alexa's light lit up. "Order DoorDash for the Nasty Burger, two of my quick orders to Sanchez house!"

The Alexa was silent for a moment, before finally speaking.

"...Okay. Ordering Nasty Burger, two quick orders to Sanchez house. Do you want delivery updates?"

"Yes!" Paulina replied. The Alexa paused as it processed the verbal command.

"Okay. I'll let you know when your order is on the way."

"That's so cool!" Star squealed. "But ugh!" She sighed dreamily, leaning back in the chair. "Speaking of the Nasty Burger, did you see Danny Phantom flying through the drivethrough? Val told me she had to serve him, ugh! She's soooo lucky!"

Paulina sighed happily as she thought of her dream boy.

"She really is," she replied. "I dunno why she hates him so much. I'd kill to take Phantom's order. I wish he was here."

"We could try the ouija board again?" Star suggested. Paulina rolled her eyes.

"Don't try me," she grumbled. "I'm still mad that didn't work." Star smiled.

"Maybe we're just using an outdated method," Star replied. "Hey Alexa!" The device lit up. "Summon Danny Phantom." Paulina rolled her eyes. The device processed this request.

"...Okay. Summoning Danny Phantom."

The device's lit went from the usual neutral white to a dark red, and odd noises came from it. Paulina sat up, clutching a pillow as she stared at it. Star's face paled a bit, pulling her knees to her chest. The entire ordeal went on for almost two minutes before it finally stopped, and with a pop, Danny Phantom had snapped into existence and faceplanted into the pink carpet.

Paulina gave a light scream of surprise, and Star yelped. Star scrambled, nearly falling out of the chair.

"What the fuck?" Phantom wheezed. He quickly pushed himself off the floor, floating near the ceiling as he stared at the two frightened girls. "How did I get here? I was in the middle of-"

"DoorDash update: Your order has been picked up," the Alexa interrupted him. "Arrival in approximately ten minutes."

"...Is that an Alexa?"

#phic phight 2021 #my phics #phics #danny phantom #paulina sanchez #star

[misslilli]

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 27 - Embarrassments And Evil Plans

[ FM ]

It’s not like I planned it or anything, but on the same day next week, I find myself back outside, walking the streets of Plymouth. Last weekend, snow has finally fallen but it had melted right away, leaving an ugly brown slush in the streets and pools of water on the floors. Somehow, I end up in front of the only Starbucks in town, oh what a coincidence.

I enter the coffee shop a little too exuberant for the wet floor and my dress shoes, so before I can catch myself, I slip in the puddle and fall face first to the floor. It knocks the air right out of me, stupid snow!

“Well well… isn’t it a nice surprise to have a man fall at your feet, in a Starbucks of all places.” I recognize the teasing voice even without looking up, my face burning with embarrassment. When I do look up, I’m faced with a smirking Scully waiting in line for her weekly sugar fix.

“Are you okay?,” she asks between laughs after she helped me up.

“Aside from my wounded ego? Yeah, fine.” I grumble at her laughter, that’s not helping little lady.

“Sorry. Come on, I’ll buy you and your fractured ego some coffee.” We step up to the counter to the eagerly waiting barista.

“Black coffee for Bob.” she says. “Peppermint Mocha, sweet cream foam and an extra shot of espresso for Nancy.” I say.

She hands over her credit card and at the end of the counter, as we wait, she raises an eyebrow at me. “Nancy? Really? Next time, I’m choosing the undercover names!” ‘She said next time!’

“I’m curious about that sugar mixed with more sugar concoction of yours, can I get a sip?” She gives me a ‘Yeah right’ look.

“Nu-huh, you’ve proven youself to be a concoction-snob, you’re not getting a sip.”

“Ouch, there goes my recently mended fractured ego again!”

As if we’ve never been doing anything else, we walk out of Starbucks and turn to head towards the junction where we’ll have to part ways.

“You should really invest in some sensible winter boots, city boy! These are just a safety hazard!” I burn my tongue on my coffee with a hiss.

“That won’t go well with the GQ cover look I’m going for, to be honest.”

“Well, maybe you should consider modeling for Land’s End if you don’t want to kill yourself in the winter that’s about to come!”

When she almost slips herself in her high-heeled boots, I offer her my arm. “Maybe you should start by taking your own advice, being on the Vogue side of the shoe department yourself!”

“I need all the height I can get, otherwise I won’t be able to see across the Starbucks counter.” I chuckle, taking another sip, my tongue still burning.

“Sooo how has your week been so far?” She goes on to tell me stories about her kids at school and the girls, then I tell her about my new case, as much as I’m allowed to, anyway. I also tell her about how my mother, while very helpful, is slowly driving me up the wall.

Skirting the fine line between friends and flirting, we never actually talk about what we are to each other now. I’m just glad we’re on speaking terms again and enjoy her company. Also, I’d rather chew my own arm off before I put myself into the friend zone voluntarily. We don’t arrange to meet anywhere else, like on a date - that would be like pouring gasoline over the line and setting the damn thing on fire.

We part ways with a short hug and head off in different directions, the coffee and something else warming us up from the inside.

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[ Teena ]

Over the course of the past few weeks, I’ve seen quite an improvement happening with my son, he’s not obsessing over work anymore and he seems to be getting better. Why, I can’t say, maybe it’s therapy, maybe it’s me taking care of him, maybe it’s something entirely different, like what’s happening during his walks on Tuesdays he keeps insisting on.

Either way, I’m glad that he’s doing better, I hate seeing him hurting.

Felix and I are spending a lot of quality time together and I marvel at the amazing child he’s become, despite his history. His mother is a piece of work in itself, she’s late every single time she picks him up from school, and this week, of course she does it again.

The call from Principal Skinner comes on the landline and I happen to be the one who takes it, which is how I found out about this situation in the first place. Felix doesn’t like to talk about it and, knowing my opinion of his ex-wife, Fox avoids talking to me about her like the plague.

The weekend passes, we talk, we cook, we laugh, we reminisce about the old days and I can’t wait for Sunday evening, when Felix returns with his mother.

She sends him into the house without coming in, which is rude in its own way, so I leave the two boys to themselves and step out of the house. “Diana, a word please.”

She’s surprised to see me there and I wonder if she talks to her son at all during those weekends because if she did, I’m sure he’d mention that I’m staying at their house for a while.

“I heard that you were late for pick-up again this Friday.” The defiant look she gives me is not new, I’ve seen it a thousand times when I tell her how I feel about her parenting abilities. She doesn’t think I have a say in the matter, but I’ve raised two children and I’m fiercely protective of them as well as my grandson.

“And…?,” she has the audacity to ask.

“It’s disrespectful to your child and his needs that you don’t seem to care enough to be on time. We’d appreciate it if you made an effort to be on time from now on. Goodnight.” Not waiting for a reply, I close the door in her face. I’ve said all I had to say.

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[ Felix ]

“… and a partrige in a pear treeee.” We finish singing all thousand verses of The 12 days of Christmas just before the bell rings for recess, proud that we mostly got it right. It’s really hard!

Sitting in my designated spot on the teacher’s bench, I take my chance of talking to Miss Anderson alone while Miss Scully is settling yet another fight between her kids on the playground.

“Hey Miss Anderson, can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure Felix, what’s up?”

“It’s about the trip to the Chocolate Factory on the last Thursday before Christmas. My dad’s coming on it too to chaperone and I was wondering if you could maybe put him with another group? I know it’s not very nice but I don’t want him to ruin my good reputation. He’s such a dork!” The last part I stage-whisper, to the laugh of Mrs. Anderson.

“It’s not very nice, no, but I get it, it’s no fun if your parents come on school trips. I’ll see what I can do, alright?”

An idea has formed in my head since the day dad told me he’d be coming on the school trip, an evil genius idea. I hope Miss Anderson will go along with it.

Feigning nonchalance, I swing my legs, pretending that this idea just popped into my head right now. This is the most important part in my evil plan so I need to get it right.

“Soooo… maybe we could put him with the fourth grade kids? They’re randy and loud and they fight so much, I think they need someone like dad to keep them in line!” That’ll teach him not to come on school trips anymore, hee hee.

Why Miss Anderson looks at me with surprise, I have no idea, but she agrees. Yes! My evil plan has been set in motion.

#moving past the angsty sh*t yay #on to happier times #I'm having so much fun with this! #xf #the x files #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis

[softholand]

gingerbread kisses - t.h

pairing: tom holland x youtuber!reader

warnings: a lot of dialogue and some good old festive fluff

words: 2.5k

a/n: this is like a part two of my youtuber!reader series, it can also be read on it’s one but if you haven’t read chocolate kisses yet, you can do it here i really hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think!! ✨

It was another normal workday at your flat, you had all your lights and camera set in your living room, ready to start filming. Today’s video was going to be a Q&A with a special guest, Tom Holland.

It was expected that your baking video with him was going to be one of the most successful ones, but you weren’t expecting the number of views that, to this day, a whole month later, kept coming.

With so many comments almost begging you to bring him to your channel again, you finally gave in and asked him to do a Q&A with you, but since it was the end of the year and Christmas was just around the corner, you decided that, while you answered your viewer's questions, you two could build gingerbread houses.

“Tom, where are you? I’m about to start this without you!” You shouted from the living room floor, where you were seated. “I’m coming, I just had to get something before,” Tom answered, appearing in front of you, wearing a ridiculously ugly Christmas jumper, making you burst out laughing.

“Oh my God! Where did you get that?” You asked, trying to recover from your fit of laughing. “Oh, don’t worry, darling! There’s one for you too!” He stated, taking an identical jumper from behind him.

“You’re not letting me get out of this, are you?” You questioned, sighing when you saw him shake his head. Once you took your (his) hoodie out, replacing it with the ugly sweater, you were finally ready to start recording.

“Hi guys, welcome back to another video! This week we have a special guest that you guys have been asking since our last video together.” You said, giving Tom time to sit next to you. “It’s Tom!”

“It’s me!” He exclaimed, smiling at the camera. “This time we’re not baking anything but, since Christmas is almost here, I thought it was a good idea for us to build some gingerbread houses!” You said, pointing to the kits you had bought on your last trip to the grocery store.

“It’s been so long since I’ve done this!” Tom smiled, clearly excited to start. “But, instead of just sitting here, I asked you guys on Instagram to send some questions so we could answer while doing our houses. What do you think?” You questioned, looking at him.

“Dangerous… but fun!” He said, making you laugh. “So, we have the Christmas tree with the lights on, it’s starting to snow outside, I’ve made us some hot chocolate and of course, we cannot forget our ugly sweaters, courtesy of Tom.” You grinned.

“You’re welcome!” He praised, making you roll your eyes. “I’d said we’re ready to start.” You announced, to which he gave you two thumbs-ups.

Once you had taken the house out of its package, you laid all the biscuit parts in front of you, Tom doing the same beside you.

“So, the first question is “What’s your best/worst memory together?” You let them know while putting the baking glue on your biscuit. “Do you wanna start?” Tom offered, to which you shrugged. “It’s okay, you can go first.” You said, seeing that he already had the answer at the tip of his tongue.

“Best memory is your twentieth birthday party.” He stated, without taking his eyes out of his project. “Why?” You asked, also concentrating on building the house.

“C’mon, y/n! You know why!” Tom finally looked up, making kissy lips to you. “Tom! It’s supposed to be a surprise for the end of the video!” You whined, earning a chuckle from him. “Okay, fine! I’ll behave!” He said, making you laugh this time.

“I think my favorite memory of us is at the Far From Home premiere party! We had so much fun!” Tom declared, making you smile. “Yeah, that was nice!” You agreed, thinking about your favorite memory with Tom. “Mine is probably when we went to New York, I loved that trip!” You confessed, remembering all the crazy things you and Tom did back then.

“Yeah, that was a good one!” Tom agreed, smiling at you. “Worst one has to be the time paparazzi locked us outside of that restaurant. It was awful, I honestly thought I was gonna die that day.” You remembered, feeling chills cover your body. “Yeah, same!” The boy next to you answered, clearly feeling down just thinking about that event, so you made sure to quickly change the subject and ask the next question.

“So, the next question is, what was your best trip?” You asked, motioning for Tom to go first. “Mine has to be Bali, I loved that place and I’m dying to go back.” He stated. “Tell me about it, I was so jealous when you guys went there!” You whined, remembering the photos he kept texting you. “What about you, y/n?”

“Oh, 100% Christmas in New York!” You told him, without even having to think. “It was magical!” You smiled, remembering the trip like it was yesterday.

“Nice! I never spent Christmas in New York!” Tom commented, before going for the next question. “What’s the other Starbucks order?” He asked, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“Yours is tea!” You said, rolling your eyes. “Hey, I drink coffee too!” Tom uttered. “Rarely! Most of the time is Chai Latte or a Royal English Breakfast Tea.” You stated and of course, Tom had to agree.

“Yeah, you’re right! I should try more of their stuff. But you also always get the same, White Chocolate Mocha or Peppermint Hot Cocoa at this time of the year.” Tom listed, making you smile knowing that he knew your drink orders.

“But it’s just soooo good! I can’t help it!” Tom chuckled, before passing your phone back to you for the next question. “That’s a good one, who’s the messier one?” You questioned. “I don’t even think I have to answer this, you guys realized that from our last video together!” You declared, making you both laugh.

“Ok, I’ll give you this one. I’m pretty messy! But I’m trying to get better at it, I promise!” Tom added, to which you chuckled. “My house is built, now I just have to decorate!” You announced, making Tom gasp by your side. “What?! There’s no way! I’m still trying to make these walls stick together.” He whined, making you chuckle.

“That’s because you’re not using enough glue, look, you have to put a straight line across the whole biscuit, otherwise it won’t stick.” You told him, showing exactly how to do it. “But the glue it’s showing on the other side.” He reasoned. “It doesn’t matter, Tom! We’ll just make it look like snow. See?” You pointed to your own house and he nodded, going back to work, focused on finishing it so he could start decorating.

“Next question, what’s the most useless talent you have?” Tom asked, already laughing. “Mine is really stupid but I can put my feet on top of my head,” Tom stated, demonstrating exactly what he was saying, almost knocking everything that was on the table in front of you off.

“That’s not a talent, you’re just flexible.” You rolled your eyes, to which he laughed. “You’re only saying this because you’re jealous you can’t do it.” He smirked, clearly trying to get on your nerves. “Shut up, I have a much better one, I can lick my elbow.” You said, also showing your completely useless talent. “That’s… weirdly impressive.” Tom expressed making you both laugh.

When Tom was finally done building his house, he joined you and started to decorate. You told him and your viewers that you were going for more of a white Christmas theme, while Tom expressed his desire to make the house as colorful as possible.

“Tom, I think the next question is for you.” You gave him a look, before continuing. “What is the dumbest way you’ve been injured?” He gasped, putting one of his hands over his chest while you laughed. “Why are you coming for me today?” The brown-haired boy asked, pretending to be offended.

“I’m sorry, but how many times have you broken your nose while filming?” You asked once you had stopped laughing. “Three, actually, two and a half, the last one wasn’t a complete fracture.” He explained, trying to not make a fool out of himself.

“Well, I’ve never injured myself badly, just some paper cuts, which for me it’s very dumb.” You mentioned. “See? Your answer is dumber than mine and still, I get the title.” Tom shook his head, making you laugh. “So, taking a break from the questions, what are you doing with your house?” You questioned, taking a moment to observe his work.

“I’m gluing some gummies on the roof.” He exclaimed, putting the icing on the sugar-coated candy before sticking it on the house. “And you?” Tom asked, stopping his movements to look at yours.

“I’m putting shredded coconut on the roof and a little bit on the floor, to make it look more like snow.” You smiled, happy with what you had done so far. “Uhh, bougie!” Tom uttered, sticking his tongue out.

“Shut up! Okay, question number… I don’t even know what number we are, so… weird habits of each other? Oh my God, Tom makes SO much noise to eat, it’s ridiculous!” You blurted, to which he immediately complained. “I do not!” He exclaimed. “Yes, you do!”

“You never said that to me!” You laughed at Tom defending himself. “I have told you, at least, a hundred times!” You stated. “Well, at least I have control of my own body, you can’t stop bouncing your leg for literally two seconds.” He exclaimed.

“That’s because I have anxiety and you know that! I’m always moving a part of my body!” You practically yelled. “Still annoying!” Tom said. “Well, I can’t help it!” You interjected. “Neither do I!” He replied. “Next question?” You asked. “Please!” He shot back, making you both burst out laughing.

Once you stopped, Tom took your phone and asked the next question. “Do you have nicknames for each other?” He smirked, making you panic. “Hey, you said you’d behave!” You warned, pointing a finger at him. “I will, promise!” He told you, but that didn’t stop you from being nervous about his answer.

“I sometimes call her cherry, because she can do that trick with the cherry stem, it’s unbelievable!” He smirked, making you blush. “That’s actually pretty easy to do!” You said, trying to make light of the situation. “Oh yeah, it’s totally easy to tie a knot with a cherry stem with your tongue. Super chill!” Tom added, without taking that stupid smirk out of his face.

“Stop it! I don’t think I have a nickname for you, I call you spider-boy sometimes but just to spite you.” You smiled, sticking your tongue out. If Tom wanted to play, you could join his little game.

“I wish I could tell them all the other names you call me in bed,” Tom whispered, making you almost choke on your hot chocolate. “Thomas!!!” You screamed, trying desperately to clean the mess you’ve made. “Fine…” He replied, taking a sip of his drink.

“Ok, since we are almost done with the houses, the second to last question is: If you could, what would you change about your first kiss?” You asked, immediately regretting choosing the question. “Oh, that’s cool! Let me see… no, I don’t think I’ll change anything about it, maybe the place. It was a little too crowded.” He replied, not even trying to hide his smirk.

“Really? That’s all you’d change?” You asked, giving him the chance to take back his answer. “Yep, that’s all! What about you, y/n?” You shook your head, feigning disappointment that he didn’t choose to make you his first kiss. “I’d change the person, you idiot!” You answered, throwing one of the icing packages at him.

“Hey, that hurt!” Tom protested, throwing it back at you. “Stop it! We have to finish these so we can end the video.” You warned, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Oh, I’m done!” He announced, showing off his finished gingerbread house with a very colorful roof, windows, and door. “Already? I still wanna do a garland on the door. I even bought special sprinkles for it.” You stated, rushing yourself. “Of course you did!” Tom mocked, to which you simply flipped him off.

Once you had also finished your house, you and Tom did a quick cleaning of the table, before going back to filming. “We’re back!” You said, to which Tom added. “And we’re finished!”

“I’m really happy, they turned out so pretty!” You beamed, looking at your finished works. “They did!” Tom agreed, smiling widely. “So… before we end this video, we do have a last question, one that was the most asked and that is: are you guys together?” You said, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room.

You and Tom shared some guilty looks before blurting it out together. “Yes!” Tom’s smile was so wide that it made you smile too. “Yes, guys! You were all right! Tom and I are in a relationship now and we are so happy to finally share this with all of you!” You grinned, looking at your boyfriend, that of course was looking back at you.

“Yeah, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world and I honestly couldn’t be happier,” Tom murmured, making you blush. “Stop it!” You smiled, now completely lost in his eyes. “I think you have to finish the video now, darling!” He joked, bringing you back to earth.

“Oh, yeah, right! So… that was everything for today’s video, I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don’t forget to give the video a thumbs up and subscribe to my channel! Please, let me know what you guys thought in the comments section down below and… I think that’s it. Do you wanna say something?” You asked, shifting your eyes to Tom. “Thank you for having me again and I hope to come back soon for another one!” He said, giving the camera an adorable little wave. “Bye guys! See you next week!” You cheered, getting up to stop the recording. “We did it!”

“Yay! Can I eat now?” Tom quipped, before smashing his house in half. “Thomas!!!!” You shouted, not believing what he had done. “What?! We’re not supposed to eat it?” He wondered, putting one of the cookie pieces in his mouth. “I mean, yeah, but not… like that!” You tried to reasoned, to which he scoffed.

“C’mon, you didn’t think I wasn’t going to make a mess, right?” He smirked, signing for you to come closer. And you did, sliding right in front of him, straddling his waist.

“You’re an idiot!” You teased, clasping your arms behind his head. “Hmm, c’mere!” Tom lifted your chin and there was nothing more to do other than kiss his lips, so you did, only this time, instead of chocolate, they tasted like gingerbread.

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A Perfect Tree - Jake Jensen x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! sorry this is soooo incredibly late, this is for @donutloverxo​, @stargazingfangirl18​ and @navybrat817​‘s Hoelidays challenge and it’s new years eve... (happy new years btw!!) i hope you still enjoy this fluffy one, i’m really glad i got to write something for jake because i love him:)

Summary: You meet Jake when he comes into the coffe shop you work in to get himself a drink, and you’re immediately curious.

Prompts: Coffee Shop AU & Decorating the Christmas tree

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: a few curse words, maybe implied age gap but reader is in her early twenties and jake is in his late twenties, so not that extreme

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You were a student, so working afternoons at a coffee shop was the most reasonable way to make the money you desperately needed to get you through college. Right now, it was a hot spring day, so there weren't any people in the shop, which gave you a great opportunity to have a little unplanned break to stare at your phone and turn your brain off for a few moments, something you rarely had time to do.

However, after a few minutes the bell above the door rang, announcing the arrival of a customer. You sighed internally, mourning your short-lived break before lifting your eyes to greet the customer.

All of your dismay faded once you got a good look at him, and only one thought remained – fuck. He's so cute.

His broad frame was making his way towards the counter, and he was looking at his phone as well, not lifting his eyes until he got just in front of you, and of fucking course he had the most stunning blue eyes you had ever seen. You swallowed heavily.

"Hello, what can I help you with?" you said in your best customer-service voice, letting out an internal sigh of relief that you didn't fumble over your words.

"Um, I'd like…" he said, his eyes scanning the menu he picked up from the counter, "an espresso please. Long." He lifted his eyes from the menu and maybe it was just you, but you thought you saw his eyes scan your face for a brief second. He smiled at you expectantly.

"Uh, sure thing. That'll be… five thirty. Anything else?"

"No, just the coffee," he smiled again.

"Alright. And your name please sir?"

"Jake."

"Okay then Jake," you smiled and lifted your eyes up to meet his gaze after you were done typing away the order, "you can just grab a seat, I'll call on you when it's ready."

"Perfect," he nodded, before sitting down at one of the further tables.

Once sat down, you could release the breath you didn't know you were holding. Get a grip, you thought at yourself before moving to make his order. But you couldn't resist sneaking a peek at Jake from the corner of your eye every few moments.

He was hunched slightly over the table, typing away on a laptop he somehow already managed to turn on. His gaze was focused, concentrated, which allowed you all the gaping time you wished. You noticed the way his taut muscles stretched with every movement of his arms, his tight t-shirt looking like it was about to rip apart. You noticed the way he licked his lips in concentration, the motion seemingly automatic. You noticed his brows furrowing as his eyes scan-

Shit, you nearly spilled his coffee!

You hastily righted the cup and came to the counter to hand it to him.

"A long espresso for Jake?" you called out with a slight smile.

His head shot up and he got up to get his coffee and pay. As he passed you the money, his hand grazed against yours. It was warm, and you thought he left it in place just a bit longer than he needed to, but maybe that was just wishful thinking.

"Thank you," he said, a sincere smile on his face. You just nodded at him, and before you could think of anything of value to say he was already walking back to his table, sitting down and sipping his hot coffee with caution.

He sat there for a little bit longer, typing on his computer and drinking. You thought he looked a little worn out, tired, but you were probably just projecting. You huffed out a breath and went back to work.

When he left, he just nodded your way with a smile and you nodded back, giving him a small wave as he left. Oh god, a wave? Really? God, you're pathetic.

That was the first time you met Jake. As time went by, he would often come into the coffee shop to work, or at least that's what he seemed to be doing on the computer. Sometimes he came in looking extra tired, and a few times even with a bandage or a scratch, but you never asked his why. After all, that was never your business.

You learned more things about him, in short conversations over the counter as he waited for his drink. You learned his last name was Jensen. He told you he was a technician, but something about the glint in his eye as he said that told you that wasn't probably the entire truth. Nevertheless, you never asked, not wanting to be rude or cross any boundaries.

Jake had the tendency to disappear sometimes. There were weeks he'd come in nearly every day, and then two weeks went but when he didn't show up at all. It raised your suspicion, but obviously you didn't do anything about it. Hell, you didn’t even know what you were suspecting him in.

One day, he came to the coffee shop earlier than he usually did, at an hour he was the only one in the shop besides… well, you.

He ordered his usual and sat down at his table. You turned your back on him to clean up the machine behind you when you heard him call your name.

"Is there a problem?" you asked, confused.

He got up and walked towards you, holding something in his hand.

"I'm afraid I have to return this napkin," he handed it to you with a smile.

You frowned, "What's wrong wi- oh," you smiled upon unfolding it. He wrote down his phone number, with a little 'xo' at the end. "Oh, now I see what's wrong with it. I'll go get you a new one," you said.

You grabbed a napkin and scribbled your number down on it. "Is this one better?" you asked with a smile, handing it to him.

"Much better," he smiled, his hand purposely hanging onto yours for longer than necessary when grabbing it. "Thank you," he winked and turned to leave.

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You and Jake have been dating for almost a year now, and this was the first Christmas you were spending together.

"No, Jake- gimmie that!" you laughed as he kept the sparkling orbs high above his head and out of your reach.

"Not until you apologize," he tutted with a smile.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry I called you a grinch," you drew out. "I only did it because you were being one. Now can we please decorate the tree already?" you pouted.

"I wasn't being a grinch!" he insisted.

"See? That's exactly what a grinch would say!" you laughed, "You can't just turn off my Christmas music when I'm mid-jam session!"

"That's not called being a grinch, that's called being considerate of our neighbors," he smirked, but gave you the ornament he was holding anyways. You stuck your tongue out as you took it from his hands, hanging it on your Christmas tree.

Suddenly you smirked and started singing as loudly as you were before, "All I want for Christmas i-" but before you could hit the high note, Jake simply picked you up over his shoulder and started carrying you away.

"No wait," you said in between fits of laughter, "I'll stop I promise, just let me decorate the tree!"

"Alright," Jake chuckled and put you down. "But no more singing! You don't want to get on the naughty list," he smirked.

"Who said I didn't?" you smirked right back, and before he could reply you were already walking back towards the tree. Jake joined you and you both decorated in silence together, his getting to all the high places.

After a while, all that was missing was the star, and you walked back to enjoy your handiwork. "I think we did a pretty good job," you told Jake, who was getting the star out and handed it to you. With a smile, he gestured and you hopped on his back, wrapping your legs around his unfairly slim torso as you carefully put it on top of the tree.

"Perfect!" you exclaimed, bouncing up and down as he put you down again.

"Almost," Jake replied with a grin. "I have a surprise for you. Um… here, put these on," he gave you his glasses and you put them on, immediately blinking harshly.

"Jake, you are so blind!" you yelled as you rubbed your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I just didn't want you to see the gift!" he yelled back excitedly.

"You could've just told me to close my eyes!" you giggled, as you did that anyways. Glasses with the wrong prescription were a nightmare.

"Well, I see you're doing it anyways," he said, his voice closer than you expected, as you felt him reach out and take the glasses off on your face. "Open your eyes."

You opened them, blinking a few times before registering what he was holding – a little coffee cup ornament, that said 'I love you' on the side. You pounced on Jake and pulled him into a bone crushing hug, whispering "I love you too, dork," into his neck as he held you.

When you backed away, you could see his face was stretched into a grin. "I take it you like it?"

"I love it," you pecked his lips sweetly before taking it from him and hanging it on the tree.

You stepped away, your back leaning against Jake's chest as he leaned his head on your shoulder. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

"Merry Christmas," you answered back with a smile, tilting your head back to meet his lips in a gentle kiss.

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hope you liked it!! sorry it was so late, it’s been a rough month (and year lol). heppy new years, i hope you have a safe and wonderful new year!<3

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: They Never Stood a Chance

12 Days of Batmas || Day 6—Baking Cookies

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: the franken-bat rises || ugly sweaters

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|| dames day 6 | jay day 6 | tim day 6 ||

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Look. It was his cheat day, okay?

↠ Requested By: Not a soul lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs: There’s some implied intimacy in the ficlet. Nothing too racy, but you definitely can tell where things are heading lol… ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 1.6k~

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

🌟 Ya know, I low-key/high-key feel like I write Dick as a walking amalgamation of every cutesy Hallmark MC that has ever existed, but like…

I think it’s valid?

He’s just so damn wholesome imo, and yes I know that he’s certainly not without his faults, but… My guys—he’s always trying to better both himself as well as the world at large and I absolutely adore him for it.

Seriously, how can you not love this literal ray of sunshine, like at least a little?? He’s so damn cute and sweet and thoughtful and funny and beautiful both inside and out—he’s the whole damn package!

But this is all super tangential to this HC so let’s move on.

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 I know some people see Dick as the kind of dude that’d be hopeless in the kitchen, but this is a whole ass man y’all, one with very specific dietary demands. He’s not always the most practical guy, but he does know the importance of keeping himself fed.

And if you just gotta eat, why not make it tasty?

He’s not out here getting his Gordon Ramsay on, but he can put together some p. nice meals. Yeah, they’re usually on the basic side, but they’re always yummy and well-balanced.

He’d be lying if he said that dessert wasn’t his favorite part of any meal, and as such he almost always has it in some form or another, even if it’s just a bit of fruit.

🌟 He lives for his cheat days, so it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise that he’s a better baker than he is a cook.

Again, he’s not making 5-star dishes, but what he does make he makes well, and with cookies being relatively easy anyway they’re definitely at the top of his list.

He doesn’t even think twice about whipping up a batch or two—or three or four…

Look. He likes having options, okay? And cookies freeze really well soooo…

🌟 Baking cookies—especially Christmas/the winter holiday of your choosing cookies—with him really is like something out of a movie.

But like minus the mess. Sure tossing random ingredients around looks all cute/silly/fun on screen, but trying to get flour out of your hair and-or the grout work of your floor is a bitch, never mind hazardous given how slick it is underfoot.

Plus he doesn’t like being needlessly wasteful, especially around the holidays when there’re so many families going without. He gives both his time and his money when and where he can, but he’s still a good steward even when he’s behind closed doors.

That said he isn’t above swiping your lips with a bit of icing just so he can have an excuse to smooch it off of you. God, this man, I cannot…

((just in case you somehow forgot that it’s always soft simpin’ for Richard John Grayson hours in this house lmao))

🌟 It’s gonna take you forever and a day just to get through one batch because he’s gonna be all over you, as usual.

Lots of back hugs and kisses and cuddles and general flirty glombing that one would expect from him.

Hey, it’s not his fault you’re so damn cute! You’re in your comfiest clothes and rumpled in that way that says you’re content and not planning on going anywhere, and he loves that you let him see you like this—all unguarded and snuggly looking—and it’s making his heart do that thing where it beats extra hard and fuck but he loves you and how could he ever hope to keep that to himself?

More importantly why would he want to? You—the object of his affection/desire/every good dream he’s ever had—is right here in front of him, and by his estimation you most certainly deserve to know exactly what it is you do to him…

For the most part he’s pretty direct about expressing his affections, but he’ll try to be sly on occasion. Like, he’ll swear that he’s just trying to help you stir something and then basically recreate that pottery scene from Ghost lmfao.

You know the scene I’m talking about but if you somehow don’t, here. But be warned, this particular clip doesn’t have any background music and is awkward as all hell because of it, but dammit if I had to hear it I’m gonna make it your problem too lol…

🌟 His favorite cookies to decorate are plain sugar cookies, more specifically the snowflake shaped ones.

He finds them to be elegant and classic. There’s just something so delicate and charming about the royal icing pipework and the large grained sugar sprinkle. They are very much what he thinks of first when he thinks of Christmas/winter-themed cookies.

Aside from that he really likes novelty shapes, esp. those related to the Bats. Catch him out here making custom batches for each of his siblings with their own cutters lol. They always pretend to be annoyed, but cannot hide their smiles when they’re eating miniature versions of themselves…

…or the vicious grins that pull at their lips when they make direct eye contact with each other as they bite the head/various limbs off of one sibling on another lmao. It, uhh, it makes for interesting dining if nothing else—a mildly macabre show to go with your meal lol.

🌟 As far as eating goes… Look, I personally canon this man as having the palate of a toddler lol. If it’s sweet then he’s down. But if we’re talking holiday themed cookies…

He’d probably pick chocolate peppermint cookies—bonus points if you actually top them with crushed peppermints! Anything to get that little bit of extra sugar in lol, plus he likes the added crunch.

🌟 Overall, baking with Dick is just a really adorable experience. I swear the two of you are like a living breathing ‘Couple’s Goals’ post, and honestly? I’m here for it.

They Never Stood a Chance || WC: 600~

“I know it’s your cheat day and all, but is it really worth giving yourself another stomachache?”

Your teasing chide sees Dick’s shoulders bunching up while his head sinks down to meet them. As he chances a sheepish glance back at you, you’re left to wonder how he manages to make his frame look so small and damn near childlike. Given the impressive build of him it should be all but impossible, but when he’s giving you those ‘please stop perceiving me and my mistakes’ eyes with a half-eaten cookie hanging from his lips it kinda makes sense.

Bracing yourself against his waist, you look past him at the platter that had been overflowing with cookies just a couple of hours ago. Dick had offered to take care of the mess in the kitchen while you tidied up elsewhere, and though you had known that he was just waiting to get alone with your newly decorated treats you really hadn’t wanted to bust any suds. And so against your better judgement you had left him to it hoping that the memory of last week’s candy cane fiasco would keep him from doing anything too questionable.

Looking at the few scant cookies that are left now, however, you realize how foolishly optimistic you’d been.

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Well, he’s certainly got you there.

Some of his habits may not be the healthiest—though he has been steadily winnowing out the worst, most self-destructive of them—and his ‘act now, think about it later, maybe’ attitude has gotten him into just as much trouble as it’s gotten him out of, but… Well that’s just all a part of what makes Richard John Grayson, Richard John Grayson, and you really do love him for it.

Honestly you’d much rather have him like this, occasionally questionable dietary choices and all, than to just have parts of him. There are so many out there that think they know him well, but in truth their acquaintanceship is as hollow as the smiles he graces them with.

Gotham is in love with a façade and rightly so. His public facing persona is nothing less than perfection, a unbearably charming mask that has been carefully cultivated and studiously maintained over the years, but when the clock strikes twelve and pretenses are cast aside there are only a select few that get to see the man that lies behind it all. You have no idea what you’ve done to be counted among their number, but you thank every good thing this universe has ever produced that you are.

This is why you know better than to pile on him because at the end of the day no one is harder on Dick than he is on himself, and in this particular instance he’ll definitely be feeling the results of his actions in short order, you’re sure. Instead you grab a bottle Perrier from the fridge before pulling him into the living room with you.

The position you take up is a familiar one, with you sitting and Dick’s head resting in your lap while the rest of him is splayed out along the length of the sofa. The water is placed on the table’s edge for ease of reach, though for now both of your hands occupy themselves with one another. You trace the fine bones of his fingers from where they rest atop his stomach, circling their joints as you go. Meanwhile Dick’s free hand finds your own, and after placing a kiss on your palm, rests it against his eyes in an attempt to block out the light. It isn’t the most comfortable position, it definitely won’t be sustainable for any considerable length of time, but for now you’re content to enjoy the silence with your love.

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🌟 Day 7: A Compromise with Indigo Eyes || Decorating Your Home

“Richard John, we are not leaving our Christmas decorations up year ‘round.”

“But it’d save us so much time! Plus think of the potential for halloween—instant Nightmare Before Christmas vibes.”

“…you’re making points, but also no.”

But think of the possibilities tho!

© notepadsandtealeaves, 2020 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

#((Immy does fan fiction: the Batboys)) #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson headcanon #dick grayson hc #i am 100% convinced that perrier water is magic-- #because every time i get a stomachache (which is far too often tbh :/) it makes the pain more bearable-- #sometimes even rids me of it all together #it also helps with nausea and if you’re pre- or fully diabetic it gives you something other than plain ol’ unflavored water to drink #basically my sickly ass is able to somewhat thrive due to this shit--that’s it that’s what i’m trying to say lol #sadly this isn’t a sponsored post tho if perrier wanted to hook a sista up i wouldn’t at all be opposed lmao… #but anyways! #dick is an actual disney prince don't bother with trying to change my mind

[btsmakesmehappy]

C-drama recommendation

Disclaimer: it's my personal opinion

I watched c-dramas Because I think c-drama's stories are more unique or tumblr-like? But also soooo many cliché like MC kidnaped, accidents, and also the ultimate love-rectangle, and more like cringey. C-drama also has many episodes (20 or more, mostly more than 40 in classical genre) and awkward lipsync ìn almost every conversation.

But I watch it sometimes because the male characters are so tall and handsome and they mostly play like rich-ceo vibe which I adore.

Falling into your smile

I watched Falling into your smile for this christmas holiday because of chengxiao and honestly the synopsis looks entertaining.

FIYS is about a gamer girl, she joined the e-sport club and the cool man who is the captain. The drama is about how she as a girl became a pro-gamer, trying to win national competition. There's love, friendship, family. It's pretty tame drama. Please read the other source for more complete synopsis.

I just can't help to talk about it. I bingewatched it all 31 eps in 2 days, ended in two days ago with 1,5x speed because you know I am just impatient and 31 eps are just too much. And I am watching it again now with 1x speed. And also reading the original novel lmao

I just really love it! The chemistry, the story, the characters. Esp the male lead. Omg. He is like my ultimate dream of tsundere-possesive-protective vibe. I love how the drama works the emotion among the two of them and it was so funny to watch. Whenever they "implied" flirting their friends are just gawking, shipping them. And the flirtings oh my god, I'm almost 30 and I squealed hard watching it.

It's like the ultimate fluff, slowburn, mutual pining genre ever.

Rating 9/10

Some people somehow comparing FIYS with love 020. And so because I'm curious, i am watching it on netflix but with 1,5 speed (again because of the same reasons).

Love 020

Love 020 is about a gamer girl proposed for in-game marriage with that handsome dude. They somehow belongs in the same faculty. The dude knew her by accident and liked her at the first sight, how she play the game, so he proposed to her. The girl's feeljng began to grow for the anon internet guy. Oh right, the dude is also like the most popular man in the uni. Please read the other source for more complete synopsis.

Anyway, Love 020 begins with minus point because of the cringey gaming part, the makeups the costumes. I haven't finished it yet, for disclaimer. But I just can't find myself shipping the MCs. They're like boom, tada, we're in a relationship. It lacks the tension, the stimulation, the build up emotion of the MCs. The male character also showed red flag, like how he hacked into her laptop just so he knew what she's doing. Like wth it's super creepy. They also don't show how the tension of their first holding-hands, although I watched some of the highlight that the kissing part was pretty good and emotional.

I actually mind about the emotion and the tension because hey it's about romance. I am looking something that makes me squeal, pulling my heartstring. While love 020 is a little unfocused for my opinion. If the male lead is awkward or it's his first love then make it more awkward. It's weird to see how he described himself that "he never does this or he has never been in a relationship with woman" and the next scene he strolled hand in hands with the mc.

Idk how ppl giving it a high rating, but I'm gonna give it a try again. Will be back for the actual rating.

Anywayy, that's my review for now. I will finish my FIYS for the second time and maybe will then back to Love 020 to finish it

#jess recommendation #asian drama #cdrama #falling into your smile #love 020

[tsuki-sennin]

Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-Revi-Revi! Revi-i-ve Shi-ppu! Shippu~!

Yeah I know that's pretty obvious, but hey! Revice Ep. 15 is out! I'm gonna get all the obvious jokes I can out before things go horribly, horribly, horribly wrong!

Spoilers, I guess...

-OH, I SEE. She's the only sacrifice while the rest of you chumps get to rule over everyone else with Gifu. ...y'know, maybe you should've kept this under wraps, just saying. You guys are dumb cult leaders.

-Kick his ass, Julio!

-"Atemi!"

-Oh yay, it's Christmas~!

-OH FUCK IT'S CHRISTMAS-

-Okay, everybody, remain calm! As long as we don't progress anything, we should all get out of this alive!

-Where's my Christmas Ducky, Ikki-nii? :c

-It's Christmas, Sakura! You need to relax a little bit, homegirl.

-Remember the series's first ever Christmas special back in 1971 where Colonel Zol accidentally stole a doll from an orphan and decided to kill her because she was a witness to his plan to use a virus to turn everybody in the world into furries? Remember when that was the episode where Hayato punched him off a cliff and he fucking exploded? Death and Christmas really do go hand in hand with this franchise.

-Does Santa taste like eggnog, milk and cookies, peppermint, and fruit cake? Probably.

-Why would you subject yourself to that, Papa!? Do you know what allergy season is like!?

-Oh right, the Gifu stamp. They kinda need that thing, don't they?

-Soooo, George, did Chameleon Guy not see you put that big-ass piece of moldy cheese on it or what?

-Sakura, no. That's a terrible idea.

-Ah yes, the famous Vice swing I've been seeing last week. I wanted to wait to see what that was about, but that is the least unusual thing about this scene.

-There has to be a better way to call in Kagero than just kicking him out. ...or kicking him in, I guess? I'm no expert on demons or dissociative disorders, but I don't think this'd help endear him or Daiji to your plans.

-Oh, never mind, he just... really likes super spicy curry, I guess.

-Oh hai Daiji, welcome back! ...

-We're eating yakiniku tonight~! That's a favorite dish of Tsunagizu lead singer Taro Sato, you know!

-Nya~!

-OH boy, time for the Giftex to make me feel gross again~!

-Oh wow, that pulsating mass has some... distressingly familiar colors, I see. That cross of fire we carry burns real hot this season.

-Do you have to be so unbelievably creepy, dude?

-Man, fuck Gifu! All my homies hate Gifu!

-Don't give up in despair, Julio! What the hell, man? You gotta keep going, they're only four guys!

-Their freaky cult hideout is called Club Freedom are you shitting me

-Gracias, Deadmans!

-Oh boy, this is gonna go completely fine with no issues whatsoever!

-Oh that's a thicc evil shadow arm!

-Stop being impressed George, this place is fucked up!

-HOOHOOHOOOOOO IS IT ALMOST CLUB FIGHT TIME!?

-Reject Gifu. Embrace Lovekov.

-OH FUCK CHAMELEON GUY CAN COPY RIDER FORMS

-...at least Vice's.

-Is this like the Showa era's disguised Rider monsters like Coelocanth Kid or Chameleon Phantom? ...what am I saying, of course it is! But is this like a Verde thing too? Because that'd be very cool if it was both.

-Okay, that was funny. Well played, Kinoshita.

-OHHHHHHH THAT LOOKED PAINFUL OW MY BACK HURTS

-LET'S GOOOO HIROMICCHI

-YESSSSSSSS! KIIIIIIIIIILL!

-Best said in a Steve Harvey voice, of course.

-LET'S FREAKING GO ALL OUT!

-You're gonna carry that weight.

-So, has Jeanne been kicking the shit out of Amahiko this whole time? Because if so I'm very disappointed I didn't get to watch it.

-Sorry Sakura, your English isn't nearly as glorious as Kari-san's yet, but you can get there!

-Sooooooo, Aguilera-sama, did you not know how the Libera Driver worked when you stole it and gave it to Sakura?

-Turtle power! Bazooka-Turtle power, that is! I can't wait to see when Sakura triggers a nuclear explosion, because to be extremely honest, she deserves to for no good reason other than I say so.

-...OH FUCK HE SEES IT

-Oooooh, what's this background track? It sounds great!

-Get fucked, Squid Boy!

-OH NO HIROMI WHAT'S WRONG BRO

-Very rude of my internet to cut out on my while I was getting to the good part, smh

-Double the Arachnid, Double the Venom!

-Just siblings being siblings and also Vice is there :)

-Oh fuck, they're gone. That could happen to someone innocent turning into a Giftex. At least Creepy Counselor Man Amahiko and Sad Sack Lawyer Guy Kudou are dead now.

-Ohhhhhh fuck, they're in there now.

-Oh, George, you are way too happy about that, you need to like... not.

-Wow! Goddamn...

-Ever the good guy, aren'tcha Ikki-nii?

-Yep, guess it's just... up there now.

-HIS FIRST INSTINCT IS JUST TO SUMMON ALL OF HIS DINOSAUR FRIENDS FOR AN ALL OUT ATTACK

-Yeah, that was pretty incredible.

-Ah, neat, Julio's somehow still alive after all that. Nice.

-Ohhhh no, we're only 15 episodes into the season, we're all gonna die soon.

-Fuck the Deadmans, I'm probably gonna spell his name as Jifu as a sign of disrespect.

#kamen rider revice #revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils #kamen rider #revice spoilers #tsuki talks

[mandoalorian]

Sugar and Spice [Maxwell Lord x Reader] - Chapter 1

Summary: When you are evicted from your apartment by your toxic ex boyfriend and have no place to go, who do you turn to? Alone in the city as the countdown to Christmas begins, you find yourself applying for a job as the assistant of the world’s biggest entrepreneur; Maxwell Lord. Little do you know, he has other intentions for you. No doubt about it, this Christmas will truly be like no other.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Eventual smut, mentions of a previous verbally abusive relationship, typical 80s misogyny (but very little of it), mentions of food and drink, alcohol consumption. This is a sugardaddy x sugarbaby fic soooo... a daddy k!nk too oops.

But in this chapter - mentions of a verbally abusive relationship

Author’s note: Happy November 1st! Here is chapter one of December Magic. I am so so grateful for how many people have asked to be part of a taglist/enjoyed the prologue. It makes me so happy. If you want to be tagged in future parts please let me know! Enjoy x

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Waking up on December 1st, you had no idea what was in store for you. You had no idea how the coming month would change your life forever.

It was that time of the year again. Your favourite time of year, and boy were you a sucker for tradition. Any excuse to light your cinnamon and pinecone scented candles and wear the cosiest wooliest sweaters you could find. The time of year where you would search around in storage for your favourite cashmere gloves, tartan scarf and faux fur hat. It was the time of year where you had to have your car defrosted every morning. The thought of your peppermint mocha warming your hands as you did your Christmas shopping was something to look forward to all year round.

The crisp cool air hung above your shoulders. Washington DC felt bigger than life when you were amongst the bustling December crowds, city life filled with people running around trying to get sorted in time for Christmas. The whole city was painted in thick layers of white snow and an abundance of glittering fairy lights. WHAM’s new Christmas song was a number one hit and the catchy melody filled up the department store on every main street corner. But this year was different to any other.

“You can’t pay, you can’t live here. You have three days to box up your stuff before you’re evicted.” Your landlord, Tristan, said sternly, his voice completely monotone and with no empathy whatsoever. You knew it was coming. You had determined that this was your karma.

“Please, it’s Christmas and I’ve just been laid off from my job. You know my family don’t live in the state and-”

“Not my problem,” Tristan snapped back, a small smirk playing on his lips. He had a habit of interrupting you, but doing so at this very moment irked you like no other time. “You’re a big girl. Figure it out.” And with that, he slammed his door in your face.

You stood there momentarily trying to process the confrontation that had just occurred between not only your landlord, but also ex-boyfriend, Tristan. You consider yourself lucky to have a place as nice as your apartment. It was located right in the centre of Washington DC, a two bedroom, one bathroom, with an outstanding view of the city. You always admired how it looked at night, with eccentric tall buildings lighting up the skyline. But now you were essentially made homeless, and you knew for a fact that Tristan was getting a rise out of making you suffer like this.

That’s exactly why you broke up with him. He liked to have power over you, and everyone else he met. He wanted to be the top man. He wanted to be feared; and by the rest of the people in the building? He was. But by you, not so much. His attempts to make you scared were foolish and you wouldn’t stand for it. You’d think for someone who made a living from robbing people of their hard earned money, they would be able to afford a better anniversary dinner than Pizza Hut— but no. The two of you sat in the restaurant and you were lazily dipping your nachos into the cheese sauce when he came out with something preposterous. 

“I’m thinking about upping rent,” Tristan informed you with his signature smile. “By forty percent.”

You almost choked on your food. “Forty percent?!” you gasped, covering your mouth as you coughed slightly. “You can’t do that!” You knew that you could get out of paying it because, girlfriend privilege. But you were also aware of the financial status of your neighbours. The family of five who could barely afford to put food on the table, and the teenage boy who had to drop out of school to work and make an earning so he could provide medication for his sick mother. They were already struggling and with a rent rise, you just knew they wouldn't be able to take it.

“And why not?” Tristan raised an eyebrow quizzically, taking a bite of the floppy slice of pizza. You scrunch your nose up as you watched him eat with his mouth open, bits of cheese falling out and onto the table.

“Because it’s not fair,” You told him. “It’s greedy. If you need extra cash you could always look for another job. Even if it’s just part time! I heard Black Gold Cooperative are hiring and you just know the pay will be good-”

Tristan slammed his fists on the table, making you jump at his sudden movement. A few heads turned to face you both and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. “Black Gold Cooperative?” He snarled. “And work for that self righteous asshole Maxwell Lord? I don’t think so, sweetie.”

You sighed at his audacity to call anyone else self righteous before giving the chance to check his own behaviour.

“It was just a suggestion.” You mumbled, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Right, because you don’t think being a landlord is a real job.” Tristan said nastily. His tone of voice sent a shiver down your spine. He was doing it again. He was speaking down to you because it was the only way he could exert power over you. “Says the girl who pours coffee all day and only works twenty hours a week and barely makes enough to avoid a goddamn bowl of pasta from Pizza Hut.” He pointed at your bowl of nachos that you had selected from the Starters menu.

You were getting really sick of his attitude. “It’s dishonest work.” You growled back at him. “You overcharge families and people who can barely get by just so they can have a roof over their head! Don’t you see how immoral that is?”

“Someone has to do it.” He shrugged cooly, taking a sip of his red wine.

“But you’re going about it the wrong way!”

“Right.” Tristan stood up and grabbed your arm. He pulled you out of your chair and dragged you outside of the restaurant. 

“Let go of me!” You cried out, yanking your arm out of his hard grip. You rubbed where his fingers had dug into your skin and had no doubt it would leave a bruise.

“Oh, I’m sorry, is the broke ass barista telling me how to do my job? You’re the one to talk. You’re nothing. And you’d be nothing without me. Look at yourself,” Tristan scoffed, and suddenly he was making you feel very self conscious. “You were foolish enough to think you could move to DC and make something of yourself. You have ambition but you don’t know how to use it. And the way you tried to embarrass me during our anniversary dinner…” He was doing what he always did. Villainsing you.

“I never want to see you again.” You spat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Your voice was shaky but you didn't want to break down in front of him. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

“That’ll be hard since we live in the same building,” he rolled his eyes and tried grabbing your hand again but you flinched away, fear prevailing in your eyes. “Oh come on baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” You said through gritted teeth. “I’m calling a cab. And don’t bother calling me. See you around Tristan.” 

And that was the last time you had seen Tristan, until today— talk about bad break-ups. 

You shuffled upstairs back to your apartment and slumped against the door trying to figure out how you were going to find a new place to live in three days. Maybe if you found a job you could persuade Tristan to let you stay a little longer. You knew that's what he wanted. Everything he had done, everything he said, was to scare you. But Tristan was attached and despite threatening to evict you, he didn't want to see you leave.

You wanted out. Your apartment was filled with bad memories and maybe this was your opportunity to start fresh. This could be your calling. But judging from your current situation and the time of year, you figured you’d be lucky just finding a roadside motel to spend Christmas day in— and you really didn't want that. You grabbed the phone book from under your coffee table and walked over to the dial up phone hung by the kitchen door. Locating one of the most popular property marketplaces in central DC, you dialled up and found your fingers twirling in the telephone wire.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hello!” an older sounding lady chirped on the other end of the line. “How can I be of service?”

“I um, I gotta find a place to live— and fast. I’m getting evicted and my budget, well, I don’t have a lot-” your eyes scanned the living room as you weighed up possible things you could sell for just a little more cash.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. We’re shut for the holidays and there's no place in DC that will help you find a place before new year,” She said sadly and you couldn't believe your bad luck. No place at all? “It really is a shame that you're being evicted, but if you drop into our store after the new year, I’d love to help you find a place that is suitable for you and your budget!”

You were left rendered speechless. “I- I’m going to be homeless.” you said to yourself, the fact finally dawning on you. You knew that you wouldn't ever be truly homeless and that Tristan would be more than happy to let you stay with him during the holiday season but the thought of having to go back to him knocked you sick. You’d rather freeze on a street corner than feel his embrace once more. You wondered if you could travel back home to see your family. “Hey, are there any train trips or flights to Oregon?” you asked.

“Nope,” the lady popped her p and she sounded far too cheery for your liking. “Tickets have been sold out for months. I could get you a flight for January 12th?”

“No.” you mumbled. “My car broke down… but what are the chances I could get a cabbie to Oregon?”

“You want to get a cab to Oregon?” The woman on the other end laughed in disbelief, and you supposed that could be justified. “You can't be serious. Besides, Astoria bridge has been closed down due to last week's snow storm and I can't see it reopening until after the snow has cleared. Heaven knows when that will be.”

Tristan had really caught you in a loop. “So there is no way I can find a place to stay, nor travel to Oregon, at all, this month?”

“I’m sorry dear.”

“Okay, well thank you for your help.” You said wistfully, feeling dread forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Merry Christmas and have a hap-” You hung up on her.

You weren't ready to give up hope just yet. If there was one thing you always clung on to, it was faith. Your belief that everything happens for a reason and everything is sure to work out for the best in the end. You figured you could go job hunting and then tell Tristan you would be able to pay him double once you got your first paycheck. No, it wasn't ideal but what other choice did you have?

You grabbed your jacket and purse before leaving your apartment. Did you have a plan? No. You didn't even have your resumé with you.

You plodged your feet through the snow, your socks dampening even through your boots but finally made it to the bustling main street. You looked in the windows of all the different department stores and in desperate search for hiring signs, even going inside and inquiring with members of staff— but there were no positions available.

Just then, you found yourself outside of Black Gold Cooperative and you remembered that they were hiring. Granted, you didn't know what the position was, and figured you almost certainly didn't have the qualifications to work for such a prestigious business.

You looked up at the tall building, always feeling like an overwhelmed tiny insect when you stood next to it. It sparkled a sleek black and in a large, gold, cursive font BGC was displayed so high it looked over the whole city. It was certainly the tallest skyscraper you had ever seen with your own pair of eyes. In that moment, you almost backed down. But this wasn't a choice anymore and you had to shoot your shot. Just roll with it. You told yourself.

You were able to take a peek at the lobby in the double door entrance. Everything was marble with gold embellishments. If you hadn't known any better, you would've thought it was a palace. Trodding over the red carpet, you were stopped by a man’s arm, not allowing you to enter. “Name and business?" He asked, his voice rough. You looked up at him. Tall and broad, no hair and dressed in all black. A doorman that looked like a nightclub bodyguard. If you weren't intimidated you would've laughed.

“Sorry?” you asked, trying your best to sound as innocent and polite as could be.

“Name and business.” He repeated, his tone of voice the same. He didn't budge— still standing there with his arms folded against his chest. You weren't even sure if he was looking at you, with his black sunglasses hiding his face.

“Uhm,” you stood on your tip toes and took a glance at the clipboard which was pressed between his forearm and chest. Names that had been typewritten were printed on the page and most of them had been crossed out— bar one. You read out the name. “Barbara Minerva.” you said confidently. He looked at you for sure this time and pulled his glasses off, narrowing his eyes. He took the clipboard and checked for your fake name and sure enough, there it was.

“You’re Barbara Minerva?” he beckoned, raising an eyebrow.

“The one and only.” you lied with a charming smile. “And my business is…. actually I'm here for a job interview.”

“Oh!” the man grinned, like something had clicked in his mind. He scribbled out Barbara's name on your clipboard and ushered you inside. “Mr Lord’s office is on the top floor. Best of luck Ms Minerva.”

When you entered the lobby, warmth washed over your body and you couldn't help but smile. It was all lit up with yellow fairy lights and an enormous twelve foot Christmas tree in the centre. The tree was decorated with red and golden baubles. It was simply magnificent and looked like it was straight out of a catalogue.

You walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. No way would you be walking up 22 flights of stairs to the top floor. You really couldn't believe you were even granted access to the building, nevermind the fact you now had an interview with the self acclaimed and prestigious mutli-billionaire Maxwell Lord. A feeling of dread filled your stomach. What if he caught on? What if he figured out you weren't this Barbara woman? Could you go to jail? You tried your best to shrug the feeling off and remain confident. To be honest, you'd rather spend Christmas locked away in a cell than with Tristan. You promised yourself that this would be worth it.

The top floor was sleek, a long and wide corridor with an office at the very end. Marble statues were dotted around, and the walls were filled with oil paintings bordered with solid gold frames. At the front, not too far from where the elevator had dropped you off, was a help desk. Three women with sleek hair and matching pencil skirts scoped you out, almost glaring at you. You were sure you noticed one of them stifle a laugh. But you were too mesmerised by your surroundings to care. Everywhere you looked was just so magnificent.

"Can I help you?" one of the ladies snapped you out of your thoughts. Your head bolted in their direction.

"Oh!" you exclaimed, pulling off your faux fur hat and sliding the gloves off your fingers. You shoved them hap-hazardly in your coat pocket. "I'm Barbara Minerva," you introduced yourself with the politest smile you could muster. "I have an interview with Maxwell Lord?"

The three girls gawked at you in silence. It was like you had grown a third head. "You have an interview with Mr Lord?" one of the women raised her eyebrows. She flicked her blonde long ponytail and settled a hand on her hip.

You hesitated, considering her rude attitude for a moment. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do."

The three girls started at you for just a beat too long before one of them, with the sleekest ebony hair you had ever seen, handed you a document. "You need to sign this NDA." she said simply, rolling a pen over to you.

Your eyes scanned the document which just so happened to be very vague. "Why the need for a non disclosure agreement?" you beckoned. "It's just a job interview."

The blonde girl snorted and the ebony haired girl slapped her arm. "Yeah, just a job interview." The blonde assistant rolled her eyes, a small smirk playing on her lips. "We don't make the rules, Mr Lord does. And we know better than to question him."

This was really odd. You wondered if it was really worth it but you had already come this far— you couldn't just walk out now. You sighed and signed your name over the NDA. The blonde girl let out a cackle.

"Is there a problem?" you questioned, stone faced and unamused.

Your heart was racing. These ladies were so pushy and you were certain that if it was going to go wrong at some point— it would be now.

"No, not at all," a girl with chestnut hair smiled. "That's just Stephanie being a bitch as per usual." The blonde girl, who you now could identify as Stephanie gasped.

"I am not a bitch!" Stephanie cried.

"You kinda are." The ebony haired girl shrugged her shoulders.

"Shut up Amanda!" Stephanie spat. Amanda rolled her eyes and blew a bubble of gum before analysing her nail beds.

"Brittany started it." Amanda accused and before you knew it, the three girls began to cat fight each other.

"I- I'm just going to take a seat over there." You said, trying to speak over the girls who were shouting at each other.

"Amanda you know Mr Lord hates it when you blow bubbles with your gum!" Stephanie accused, narrowing her eyes.

"She does it because he still won't let her blow him." Brittany cackled.

"That is not true." Amanda gasped again, shaking her head.

You felt yourself waver out of their little argument, truly taken by surprise at how unprofessional they were being. You expected higher standards from people who were employed by Maxwell Lord. You shuffled into the black leather sofa, trying to get cosy when the double doors to his office opened. You adjusted yourself, watching as a young looking girl walked out. She didn't make eye contact with anyone, her movements were almost robotic.

"How do you think she coped?" You heard Stephanie whisper.

"Look at her," Brittany replied. "She's a mess. I better go check on Mr Lord."

"No, I'll check on Mr Lord."

"NO, I'll check on Mr Lord."

Once again, you muffled out their argument and paid close attention to the girl. As she neared you, you saw her lipstick was smeared to one side and her cheeks were tear stained— black kohl eyeliner smudged just as much as her lipstick. Had she been crying? You felt your nerves increase and you picked up on the fact that she was walking with a limp. Noticing the three girls race to Maxwell's office, you took the chance to approach the young girl. You stood up and held your hand out.

"Hey, are you okay?" you asked her, taking a compact mirror out of your purse and handing it to her. She shook her head, rejecting your sentiment. "What- uhm, what's he like?" You asked her hesitantly.

"He's just the way you imagine him to be." She told you with a shaky exhale. You rolled your shoulders back as you contemplated her words. You hadn't really thought much of Maxwell Lord. Of course, everyone in the world knew who he was. For generations, the Lord family had shares in the oil drilling enterprise, but Maxwell Lord IV made a name for himself when he bought out 90% of the oil fields around the world; his father only owning a measly and yet still impressive 15% before him. The front page of Forbes magazine three years in a row— practically the face of 80s television with his cheesy infomercials being broadcast on every channel, every time of the day. Everyone knew his face, they knew his voice, they knew Maxwell Lord. Stories about him graced the tabloids, speculating who his latest lover was, whether or not there had been a new strain on his family and what his financial earnings looked like circa 1984. "He's just getting cleaned up now," the girl informed you with hazy eyes. "Maybe do yourself a favour and bring yourself tissue."

"That bad huh?" you bit your finger anxiously.

"No, he's amazing." the girl swooned. "I just hope I get a call back."

Okay, now you were really confused. "Well, good luck." You offered her a warm smile but she just bit her lip and continued limping to the elevator. A few moments later, the three girls who manned the main desk approached you. Stephanie took a step forward, offering you quite possibly the fakest smile you had ever seen.

"Mr Lord will see you know."

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