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reiderwriter · 5 months

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Unhappy Holidays

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're unlucky enough to run into Spencer Reid at holiday celebrations four years in a row. In the New Year, you're resolving to rid him from your mind forever, but you never were one to stick to resolutions 👻🦃🎄🎆

Warnings: SMUT 18+ minors dni, enemies to lovers, low-key work rivals, semi-public sex, car sex, hate sex, fingering, thigh riding, creampie, unprotected sex (no condoms but contraceptive mentioned), slight spoilers for s4 of Criminal Minds (but not really).

Prompt Request: #50"You're so fucking obsessed with me.” #82"Really? Because your pussy is saying something different, sweetheart.” #93"Use my thigh. You've been staring at it all night anyway.”

A/N: This is my first submission for @imagining-in-the-margins November/December Office Party writing challenge! I'm sorry I've been so busy recently, but the holiday season really does take a lot of effort to get through at work lmao. Hopefully, I'll be able to post more over my vacation! For now, enjoy some very unserious smut~♡ (as if I write any other kind).

Here's a link to my masterlist, where you can find all my work!~☆

Working with the FBI was no walk in the park, which, from your desk at the opposite corner of the bullpen, Spencer Reid sure made it look like.

Working on adjacent teams for the last three years had become gradually infuriating. You were forever in the man's orbit, stuck dealing with the other women on your team sat giggling about him and his many stupid haircuts, and wondering just how far you'd fallen to have to stare at his stupid face 5 days a week.

If you were unlucky. His team did happen to be out on cases a lot more, whereas yours handled correspondence and consulting cases, a cushy and safe job.

It annoyed you to no end that you had multiple field-based qualifications, extensive fire arms training and were top of your class at the academy only to be relegated yo desk duty whilst boy wonder with his doctorates was allowed to trip over his own feet catching actual killers.

Other people wondered where your dislike of the man sprang from, and you could only let out a disgruntled squeak and tell them your horror stories.

A few months into your job, your been fresh faced and bushy tailed or however that saying goes, and overly eager to take any assignment that came your way. Even if the assignment was baby-sitting an injured Doctor Spencer Reid. He'd been shot whilst out on a case whilst trying to talk down an unsub, and you'd jumped at the chance to get to know him.

He was an office legend, of course, though those days it was more for his characteristic lack of social graces rather than the beauty he'd grown into. You'd been so eager to get to pick his brains, find out how he'd managed to score the position on the BAU at such an early age.

Reality had hit you square in the face when he'd spent a week ignoring you, making you run around like a headless chicken searching for hard copies of documents the FBI had digitised a millennia ago, and hadn't so much as spared you a glance.

The straw that broke the camel's back came as you were running back to him triumphant with a document he'd requested eight hours before and had let yourself into Penelope Garcia’s office quietly, only to hear him bad mouthing you.

“She makes me uncomfortable. I've had her out searching for useless files all day because I don't know what to do with her.”

“She's trying to help, Spencer, it's her job right now, cut her some slack.”

“Her job is currently getting in the way of mine. I even tried writing my own doctor's note so I could get rid of her, but Hotch wouldn't allow it.”

You'd dropped the file loudly on the table, watched the two spin around with horrified looks and turned silently and left the room.

He hadn't once tried to find you after that, and you let your apprenticeship under Doctor Reid quietly fizzle out as you got back to your regular work.

Your resentment still burned though.

Each time you'd been caught in the same elevator with him, you'd ignored him to an almost insane degree, enjoying the way he squirmed and tried to make small talk.

You'd been in contact with JJ and his Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner as well, through cases you'd recommended, but always maintained your cold shoulder.

The one place you could not ignore him, however, was a Penelope Garcia party.

After you'd slammed the file down on her desk, Penelope had guiltily sent you a gift basket filled with sweet treats and books, and had hounded you for a week to make sure your feelings weren't too damaged by her friend's stupidity.

You actually liked her, and found at least one silver lining to the storm that was Spencer Reid ripping through your life.

In the three years since the “incident,” you'd found yourself at three parties where Penelope in all of her heartwarming ways had tried her best to force a reconciliation between the two of you, to disastrous results.

The first was a Halloween party, and you'd been incredibly proud of your Princess Laia costume when you'd arrived. Only until you'd gone to the kitchen to top up your drink to hear Spencer Reid boring some guest or the other about how Star Trek was more advanced, and had a richer plot line.

Penelope had stepped into the kitchen just as he'd caught a glimpse of your (rather skimpy) outfit - yes, you'd chosen swimsuit Laia, yes, you were going to own it - and had immediately jumped into introductions, as if you weren't already intimately acquainted.

“Spencer! This is Y/N! She loves Halloween, too, she makes all of her costumes. You guys should talk.” She'd led the other guest away and left you there with Spencer as you'd awkwardly looked upon his own costume.

“Are you the Tenth Doctor?” You asked begrudgingly, noting his pin-striped suit and the shorter hairstyle he'd chosen.

“Are you a fan? I prefer the original show run more than the current stuff, but David Tennant has really been doing a wonderful-”

“I'm sorry, let me stop you there. I don't watch Doctor Who. I guess I prefer something with a… How should I say, richer plot?”

He'd snapped his mouth shut and didn't have chance to open it again before you turned dramatically and walked away from him.

The second party you'd been cornered into was just over a year later.

Having been stuck in the office over Halloween, Penelope was determined to get in one last celebration before Christmas steam-rolled every other holiday, and thus you'd been invited to her single-people-only-friendsgiving-potluck, and you'd found yourself having to navigate knocking on her door with a casserole dish in your hands.

Luckily a large hand had appeared from behind you and knocked on the door for you. Unfortunately, the sudden shock from the silent appearance of a man right behind you startled you so much that the dish fell straight from your hands anyway.

Penelope opened her door upon hearing the crash and you whirled on your would-be attacker.

It was Spencer again, eyes round in shock, hand still curled into a fist.

You took a calming breath as you gathered yourself, trying not to bite his head off. You wanted to scream and shout and rip his head out but you didn't, instead letting the fury drip into your voice as you finally opened your eyes again.

“That dish took me four fucking hours to make.” You huffed in anger once more as Penelope guided you into the apartment and poured you a glass of wine before you moved back to the entry hall to clean it up again.

Needless to say he didn't care to converse with you after that.

A few small parties in between had been blissfully Spencer-less and you'd lulled yourself into a false sense of security. That's when you accepted the Christmas party invitation.

As one of the unlucky few members of the FBI who had to stay out over christmas in case of some emergency or the other, you'd been grounded in Virginia, unable to travel home for the holidays. So Penelope Garcia's singles-only-Christmas-fun-time-Party was your last ditch effort to spend the holidays actually resting and eating good food.

Learning from last time, Penelope reassured you that there was no potluck, that she had prepared all the food herself, and all you'd need were a bottle of wine and a willingness to party.

You'd taken those recommendations as law and had immediately let yourself into a glass of mulled wine as you arrived, and - noticing that the party was Reid-free - had allowed it to raise your Christmas spirits slightly more than you usually would.

By hour two of the event, you were full of yuletide joy and swaying freely along to the tune of Silent Night.

Spencer’s late entrance really would have gone unnoticed by you had you not bumped face first into his chest as you spun yourself around in your dance, his hands quickly falling to your hips to steady you.

The few moments it took you to gather yourself were about as long as you needed to realised that he'd caught you in his arms underneath the mistletoe. And with your mind fogged by mulled-whatever-it-was-Penelope-mixed-into-that-punch, the part of your brain that objected to the very existence of Spencer Reid went silent, and the incredibly tiny and somewhat damaged part of your brain that instead saw him as attractive started shouting loud instructions.

Before your common sense could return, you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to kiss the very warm, very close man holding you upright.

“Mistletoe,” you muttered as you clawed his arms off of you and took yourself straight to Penelope's bathroom to throw up.

So yes, your acquaintance with Spencer Reid had never been good, and you were perfectly fine with resenting him from afar, privately.

With three years of bad experiences under your belt, you weren't excited at completing your yearly tradition of horrendous interaction. Which is perhaps why you immediately and loudly protested Penelope’s New Years Eve party invitation.

“Y/N, it's a party. What's the worst that can happen?” She pleaded as she followed you down the corridors of the office building.

“I could see Spencer Reid. I could be forced to converse with Spencer Reid. I could get absolutely wasted and kiss Spencer Reid. There, three options, please accept my resignation from partying.”

“Y/N we both know you don't drink anymore, so at least one of those is unlikely to happen. And Spencer might not even come, he has tickets for an indie theatre from 6pm onwards, they're playing some Russian movie from the 60s that's like 4 hours long or something. So u retire yourself and tell me you'll come?” She had to take three or four steps for each of your own, not that you were so different in height but because you were practically marching in order to avoid the topic.

But you finally stopped and let out a sigh as you turned back to Penelope who stopped just before she ran into you.

“You're sure he won't be there?”

“I'm sure he RSVP’d no.”

“Fine. But I'm not drinking and I will still be expecting the Penelope Garcia virgin punch experience.”

“Bring the party poppers and you have a deal.”

“Done.”

–X–

Over the week since you'd accepted the invitation, you'd made peace with it. For the most part, you did love a Penelope Garcia production. There was something wonderful about your friend and her ability to brighten anyone's mood, an ability that was only heightened at holidays. She was like a glittered goddess gaining power when worshippers used her altar, except the altar was her house and the worship was a range of hallmark-induced holidays.

You arrived at the party at 10pm, and though that was the start time you'd been given, you weren't surprised to see a full house of Penelope’s team mates already in attendance. Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau and Emily Prentiss sat spread across the sofa in the living room area, and you noticed a few techie friends also grabbing drinks and chatting.

“Y/N, I'm so glad you're here! You remember everyone on the team, right?” She pulled you into a hug and then sat you down in the middle of the group, waiting for you to mingle and become comfortable before she ran off to more hostess duties.

“Of course, nice to see you guys.” You grabbed your promised punch and sat back comfortably, striking up a conversation with Emily about how bleak the dating scene had been recently.

“It seems like all the men around me are jackasses,” Emily muttered and you giggled along.

“I'm wounded,” Morgan shot back, a hand pressed to his chest in faux pain.

“Good. You're like a lion out there in the clubs stalking gazelles, it's like watching a nature documentary when you're out there.”

You almost snorted your entire drink up your nose as Emily finished, needing to compose yourself for a second.

“I guess the men on our team aren't great with romance,” JJ laughed and took a swing. “Hotch and Rossi have four divorces between them, and Derek here is a lost cause.”

“Our only hope is young Spencer. May he grow into a respectful young gentleman and break out curse,” Emily toasted.

“Oh that ship has sailed,” your laugh this time was bitter, your mood immediately growing sour with even the smallest mention of Spencer Reid.

“Ah, Penelope mentioned you had a problem with our boy wonder. Care to share?”

You opened your mouth to give your standard non-answer and move the conversation along, but you were interrupted.

“Yes, Y/N, care to share? I am slightly curious about that as well.” You turned around and there he was, and your stomach turned in disgust.

Just one time, just one party. You'd been having fun, and here he was to ruin it.

“What are you doing here?” you gaped up at him, unsurprised to see him still decked out in sweater vest and slacks even in his down time.

“I was invited.”

“You declined, Penelope said you had movie tickets.”

“Ticket, singular. And it was cancelled so here I am. What's your problem with me, Y/N?” His jaw clenched and he grabbed the back of your chair and leaned down. It was supposed to be intimidating, but you rolled your eyes. When he looked that attractive, veins in his arms popping out of the sleeves he'd pulled up, you couldn't see him as intimidating. His arms were distracting yes, but God that was nothing compared to his thighs. His pants were tight, and you thanked whatever Clueless tailor had sewn them, because you now allowed yourself a momentary lapse to enjoy the appearance of his lower body.

You tried to shake the thought of his attractiveness from your mind, reminding yourself where you were and in what company.

“I don't think I need to answer that. I think I'll enjoy holding it over your head instead,” you said, standing up and beginning to gather your things.

“Wait, Y/N, where are you going? New Year isn't for another 30 minutes.” Penelope scrambled over and grabbed your hand, pleading with you to stay.

“I'm sorry Pen, but there's just this very annoying bug buzzing around me, and I think I need to get away from it.” You said your goodbyes and excused yourself from the party, happy to have walked away relatively undamaged.

Fate had other plans, and as you stepped out of the apartment building ready to walk yourself home, a hand caught yours from behind as a voice chased you.

“Y/N, wait. I'll go. You go back inside.”

“And return with my tail tucked between my legs after making a grand exit? I'll pass, thanks boy genius.” You shook yourself from his grasp and made to walk away again, but he quickly matched your pace and stepped into your path, cutting you off.

“I can't let you walk home. It's like 40° out here, and your coat is more style than substance.”

“Get into a car with a stranger? I'm sure you of all people know how stupid that sounds.” You stuck a finger out and poked his chest, but he grabbed your hand and held it in place as he spat out his next words.

“I'm not a stranger, I'm the man you're obsessed with, Y/N. Big difference.” You laughed, mostly in shock at his indignance, but he stared at your face as serious as could be.

“Me? Obsessed with you? I'm not the one who followed a woman they're barely acquainted with out of a party filled with all of my friends. Sounds like you're projecting, Spencer.”

“Am I?” He questioned, stepping closer and grabbing your hip as he continued his questioning. “I wasn't the one who was sat there talking about me with all of my colleagues.”

“Well, I wasn't the one who turned up to a party I'd declined an invitation to.”

He was imperceptibly close now, hand gripping your hip so tight you wondered if it'd leave you with a mark.

“I certainly was not the one who initiated a kiss last year, Y/N. You need to face the facts, you're so fucking obsessed with me.” If his hands had you feeling dizzy, his words were completely knocking the sense out of you. Suddenly you returned to the person you'd been under that Mistletoe, and everything from his closeness to the rough edge to his voice begged you to do it once again.

“Go fuck yourself,” was about all the words you could manage as he finally let his lips fall down and crush into your own.

You should've pushed him away, but instead your traitorous body wanted to prove his point, opening up for him faster than you'd opened up to anyone else before.

His tongue flicked against your lips and you gladly let him explore your mouth, opening up to tangle your tongue with his.

He tasted sweet, like the punch Penelope had handed you earlier, only now you wondered if someone had accidentally laced it with how free you were being with your affections.

He resurfaced for air, but you didn't care if there was nothing in your lungs at all if it meant that his lips would engage your own in battle once again.

“Look how much you want me,” he smirked. “Look how needy you are after a single kiss, chasing my lips like that.”

“You and your big fucking mouth. I wish you'd shut up once in a while.”

“I'll make it my new year’s resolution.” His lips joined your own again, and you clashed hard, exploring as much as you could muster as he pulled you in the direction of his car.

“I'm not driving… home… with you,” you growled between kisses, trying not to put your teeth to his neck and bite down hard. You're not sure if that impulse was a murderous one or a kinky one.

“I'm not putting you in the front seat, Y/N, I'm putting you in the back. You should be familiar with the idea.”

Heat sparked between your legs, and you allowed yourself to be manhandled into the beat-up trash heap of a car.

He'd not taken his hands off you as he got you in, pushing himself in first and then pulling you by the hand that you'd unconsciously gripped hard. You immediately straddled his hips, skirt naturally riding up in the process. He noticed and looked curiously down at you, growling as you pressed your lips against his neck and grabbed you instead by the hair gathered in a ponytail at the back of your head.

“See, you're obsessed with me. Just admit it.” Without breaking eye contact, he dug his fingers into the material of your tights and pulled in opposite directions, leaving your underwear exposed to his wandering eyes.

“I'm not obsessed with you,” your voice needed conviction to land, but it came out as a lusty whisper, especially as he slipped his fingers inside your underwear and finally touched your aching cunt.

“Really? Because your pussy is saying something else, Princess.” He found your clit faster than you'd ever expected, rubbing slow circles into your skin as you began rocking your hips back and forth.

It was becoming hard to disagree with him, with each flick of wrist growing the heat between your legs. You attacked his neck again, hands practically ripping at his top buttons so you could muffle the sounds of your arousal against his neck, collarbone, chest, any stretch of that pale skin available to you.

He forced your hips to a stop with one hand as he slipped a single digit inside of your hole, gathering your arousal as he set a steady pace, thumb keeping your bundle of nerves occupied.

“Listen, Y/N, can you hear that?”

“I can't h-hear anything.” You had to grind your teeth together to get the words out with minimal interruptions of moans bursting from the pit of your stomach.

He leaned in close to your ear, nuzzling your neck and placing chaste kisses up towards your ear, finally pulling away just enough to whisper a single word in your ear.

“Liar.”

His hand stilled and pulled off you quickly and your eyes broke open, hands unconsciously fitting into his shirt as if you were worried he was going to leave you there like this, on the edge of pleasure but still so far away.

“Use my thigh. You've been staring at it all night anyway.”

“Jackass. You've only been here for like 20 minutes.”

“You can climb right out of this car if you want to, Y/N.” He tried to keep his tone light, but the death grip he had on your thighs, the very obvious tent pitched in his pants and the way his eyes couldn't go five seconds without undressing you told you you had more power in this interaction than he wanted to give you.

There was no way either of you were letting the other go unused tonight.

You relaxed your grip on his shirt and shifted your weight to one of his thighs. Lithe he may be, but lowering yourself down there was an unexpected strength there. He watched on curiously as you rocked experimentally against him. Back and forth you rocked, trying desperately to keep up his momentum or tempt him to help you out again.

It was time to let your voice back out, and you did, moaning without a care as you hummed his leg like a bitch in heat.

“You're enjoying this lot, huh, Y/N,” he muttered, and you watched as his hand worked his pants zip open, removing one of the barriers in the way between the two of you, as he began palming himself.

“What's that saying? Anything you can do, I can do better?” He growled at that response but didn't stop you. Instead he bought a hand down on your ass as you moved, so hard you jolted at the sudden pain. Your eyes shot open as your hips stilled, but you felt warmth grow between your legs.

“Yes, you definitely enjoyed that. Should I do that again, or do you think we should hurry this up and go back up for the countdown?”

You hesitated only a second before you pushed his hand off his lap, shifting your hips further towards his knees before letting your hand reach for where his had just been.

You didn't let yourself think about how big he was as you pulled his cock free, didn't let yourself wonder how he measured up against anyone you'd been with before. You didn't let yourself waste time thinking about how various office rumours were true, and definitely not a second was wasted feeling jealous about how those rumours were spread in the first place.

Instead you simply slammed your lips back against his, mouth opening to let your tongue engage his as you lifted your hips with his help and lowered yourself down on him.

You didn't have to rid yourself of sinful thoughts after that as he purged every single brain cell from your head, filling you so contently that there was simply no space for anything but him.

You locked up on top of him, clawing at his shoulders as you whimpered at the stretched, falling so he was balls deep inside you. You wanted to move, to use him for your pleasure, but your walls tightened every time you even thought about it as he stroked your hair through it all.

It had been some time since you'd last had a sexual partner, and you needed the few minutes to overcome the first uncomfortable bliss of it all.

“That good?” he whispered, but the harsh tone of earlier was gone, replaced only by unsure humour to break the silence.

“Been a while.” He nodded, kissing you again to distraction as he shifted your positions.

Cradling your neck and securing your legs comfortably around him, he lowered you against the backseat, pulling out slightly as you adjusted to the new angle.

“Better?” You nodded quickly, because it was. There was no more pressure on your legs, and despite the cramped space in the car, you had enough space to lie almost flat.

“Yes… thank you.” Just as his cutting tone had escaped him, you also heard your own tone softening, the sigh of contentment slipping past your lips almost sweet. Almost.

“Are you going to fuck me now, or what?”

He let out a shocked laugh, but lent down to shut you up with a kiss nonetheless. Bracing himself against the car door, his hips softly rocked into you, pace increasing until you were back to the edge of cumming, nails pressed hard into his skin until you were sure he was going to complain.

He didn't though, but kept up his thrusts, until your vision suddenly darkened and stars exploded in them, rolled back in your head as they were.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, where should I…?” He panicked, but you wrapped your legs around him, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him down to swallow his moan as he shot his load inside of you.

“Birth control.” You whispered when you finally let him go, gasping for air. “Contraceptive pill. No need to get the car dirty.”

He collapsed on top of you then, forehead resting against your own as you both caught your breaths.

The moment was silent, and you found the synchronicity of your breaths almost calming. Eventually you had to break apart, and he helped you up to a sitting position, but didn't break eye contact as fell back into his lap.

His hands stroked your back, dipping to your ass at times, but he didn't talk. Neither of you did.

The eye contact between the two of you was possibly the most pleasant conversation you'd ever had.

“I'm sorry.” He blurted, just as fireworks erupted into the night sky. Your heart shook, and you weren't sure of it was the shock of the sound, or the way the rainbow of lights illuminated his sincere expression.

“You don't have to apologise for cumming in me, Spencer.”

“Not that. Before. The casserole and the mistletoe, and the Halloween costume.”

“Wow. Um, okay. Apology accepted, I guess, though I'm not entirely sure why you're apologising now.”

He took a deep breath just as another set of fireworks went up.

“I pulled you under the mistletoe. It was Penelope’s idea, she knew how stupid I was being around you and sent me over. I saw it and took the chance.”

“Fuck. Why?”

“Because I was pretty useless at being chivalrous the year before.”

You climbed off his lap in a scramble and sat on the seat beside him, mind racing, trying to figure out where the hell he was going with this.

He turned to you, trying to keep your attention as he stumbled over the words.

“You couldn't knock on the door, so I wanted to help you, but I didn't think I'd scare you so much you'd drop it.”

“You didn't scare me it was a momentary lapse in my observational skills.”

“You shrieked,” a smile threatened to pull his lips up, they twitched as you flushed red.

“And Halloween?” You looked at him again now, trying to figure out what the hell was going on between the two of you.

“You refused to look at me for a year after we stopped working together,” he shrugged quickly running a hand through his hair and expelling a breath. “I don’t really know how to talk to women.”

“You just know how to piss them off?”

“Morgan says it comes naturally.”

“Yeah, well, Morgan is very wise.”

A brief silence stretched between you, or as silent as a night full of cracks, pops, whizzes and bangs could be.

“I don't get it. You tried your best to get rid of me when I was there to help you. I wanted to impress you, and you kept sending me on meaningless errands, and now you're saying what? You wanted my attention?” There was a quiet anger to your voice, but you were surprised to find it diminished and tired.

“I wanted you gone because you were distracting me, Y/N, not because I hated you.”

“Well, what's the difference, Doctor Reid? Please indulge me.” You huffed a little but kept your eyes on him, trying not to seem too desperate for his answer.

“I have an IQ of 187. Emily says when I'm around a pretty girl it's more like 52,” he fidgeted with his pants, forcing the words out.

“You're a pretty girl. We had a case to work and all I could think about was how to get you to like me. Hotch chewed me out like three separate times for being absent minded.”

He was looking anywhere but you, trying his best not to appear like a fool but you were locked onto him.

“Oh my god you're an idiot.”

“When you're around, yes.”

“And that means I'm equally stupid.”

“No, you just jump to conclusions and hold grudges. There wasn't anything really that stupid about your actions, though it could be suggested that not thoroughly thinking through the wording of the conversation you overheard-”

You cut him off with a kiss, pulling him down again mlby his tie.

“Oh my god, shut up,” you whispered as you broke apart.

“Does that mean we can do this again? Because I'd like to do this again?”

“Stop talking, start kissing jackass.”

He finally didn't argue with that, pulling you back into him as you sat under the stars in his car welcoming the new year.

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amourlyns · 3 months

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hey. I already made a request, but if you have a limit you can scrap that one.

My cat has been gone for 3 days (shes never been gone this long, shes an in door cat). We just got a ton of snow and I just overheard my parents saying they think the neighbor did something to her. I've had her since I was 11 and she means so much to me. I've been having a hard time having any sort of fun with my family for the holiday season and if you could I could really use any windbreaker characters of your choice comforting reader about that scenario?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: a jealous owen, reminding you that you’re his forever and always. after hearing a fan compliment you after one of his races.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: owen uses a lot of praise, but he’s also getting his ego fed bc he’s a brat. insane by summer walker was on repeat ngl + imagine that one video of asap hearing riri’s laugh. 😭i’m sorry to hear about your cat!! i hope yall found her in the end. hopefully this fic helps.

⟡ ⠀ | Owen Knight is not insane, you know that and he knows that. So, why is he hearing your voice ? And why does it ring out so clearly in the stadium ? You’re supposed to be in the UK.

Korea wasn’t going to work with you schedule, he knew that and begrudgingly accepted it. So who the fuck is making you laugh and giggle like that? Yeah, he won the race but at what cost ? Where is his baby at—

There you are.

Now you don’t see him, but you could definitely feel his gaze on you, he knows you can. So why aren’t you looking at him? The race was over— and you came to Korea just for him.

So why was another man hogging your attention ? You didn’t even seem remotely interested. Your eyes eventually meet with Owen’s, a smile graces your lips. You’re already making hasty strides in his direction.

Even though all of your attention is on Owen now, his stare still lingers on the man you were talking to moments ago. Owen was always transparent about his feelings, you could read him like a book. He was vocal, and if he was thrown off by something? He would make it known.

He starts it off slow, discussing your appearance in Korea and what a lovely surprise it is, it really was of course. So there was no lie there, but he does mention the man you were talking to before.

❛ Why did you sit closer, baby? ❜ Owen pouts, jutting out his lower lip. You place a quick peck on his lips, cupping his cheeks and chuckling at his own behavior. He’s such a drama king, you’re not quite sure how you manage, especially with him.

❛ Owen, sweetheart I’m only here for you. And you only, so why are you worried? Hm? ❜ He flushes at this, maintaining eye contact. A hand reached out towards your wrist, sending soft kisses around your finger tips. ❛ I deserve all your attention, you know it. ❜

Your practically beats out of your chest, it takes you a moment to remember you two are in a very public space. And he didn’t mind the PDA at all? ❛ Owen, slow down. ❜ It comes out much more softer than intended, he stops. Looking at you with wide expecting eyes. What’s next?

❛ Did he say anything? ❜ Owen huffs, pushing further into your personal space. A smiles graced your lips at his intensity, he is so in love. Isn’t he? ❛ The guy complimented my shirt, he knew I was supporting you. ❜ You’ve obviously struck a nerve.

Owen scowls, pursing his lips at the thought of some stranger complimenting you. Despite the shirt and all. ❛ And that was seriously it? But he was staring at you for so long— ❜ Lips find purchase on his. Quickly silencing Owen in the most effective way.

He’s already asking for another by the time you’re backing up. Trailing you like a lost puppy dog. You let him, of course. Telling him to pack up so you can cuddle at home and enjoy each others company. He’s already agreeing—

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valleyof-goldenlilies · 5 months

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The Heartbreak of Christmas Eve - Modern! Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Your best friend shows up at your doorstep on Christmas Eve.

Pairing: Modern! Aegon Targaryen x AFAB! Reader

Warnings: profanity, angst, p in v, cockwarming

Word Count: 1.75k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) ALL MY AEGON GIRLIES, THIS IS FOR YOU. he may be a train wreck, but we love him regardless. enjoy ;)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

The sound of knocking at your front door was not one you’ve been expecting this evening. You had plans to celebrate Christmas Eve and Christmas on your own, since your family was travelling this holiday season. Who could it be?

Your questions were answered when you saw a dishevelled looking Aegon at the door, a sheepish expression on his weary face, a night bag in his hands. “I…I didn’t know where else to go…”

Looking at him from head to toe, taking in his pitiful state, you sighed, opening the door a bit wider to let your best friend in. “Come on in.”

You ventured to the kitchen to make Aegon a mug of tea after locking the door, just in case he was drunk again. Walking over to the couch where Aegon had made himself comfortable on, you handed him the mug. “Here.”

Aegon took it with a grateful, watery smile. “Thanks. You’re the best.” You tried not to let the words get to you. To him, it had always never meant nothing, a natural reflex in his charismatic nature, but to you, it always meant everything. It was a stupid thing, having a crush on your gorgeous, smoking hot best friend, who was the dictionary definition of the word ‘playboy’.

Just then, you heard a sniffle, and you realised with concern that his eyes were red. “Hey, everything okay?” You asked softly.

Aegon sniffled again, looking like a lost child as he hunched over his mug of tea. “Jenna broke up with me.”

Jenna had been Aegon’s latest in a series of girlfriends, and the longest lasting one at that. They had been dating for eight months now, and Aegon had really cared for her, much to your heartache. But you accepted it, as you always have, burying your feelings under the sand yet again.

“I’m really sorry, pal,” you moved into give Aegon a hug, which he melted into. Soon, you could hear sobs eliciting from his throat, as he lamented, “Why does everyone I love always end up leaving me? Am I that loathsome?”

No; you’re not, you wanted to tell him. You wanted him to know that for the longest time, you’ve loved him, much more than as a friend, and that you would never leave him, no matter what. But you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him, knowing that he would never feel the same. And even if he did, he could never give you the stable, long term relationship that you wanted.

So you only patted his back softly, and comforted him as best as you could. “You’re not loathsome, Aegon. You’re my best friend.” And I love you. “I would always be by your side, no matter what.”

“You really mean it?” Your heart broke at Aegon’s small voice, and you pulled him into a tighter embrace. “Of course. Best friends forever, remember?”

There was a silence, and you thought Aegon hadn’t heard you, but he only let out a noisy sniffle and said lowly, “Yeah…best friends forever.”

The two of you held each other for a while, hearing the snow fall outside your window as you comforted the love of your life over his heartbreak, while your heart was breaking on the inside.

Because your apartment was small, it only had one bedroom, so Aegon had to crash with you in your bed. It was your usual arrangement, but tonight, Aegon just couldn’t sleep.

Shifting uncomfortably on the left side of the bed, Aegon turned to face you, wanting to talk to you, to do anything, but you had your back turned to him. Unbeknownst to your best friend, you were fighting your own demons, trying to console yourself for being upset over this. It was his fifth girlfriend already, and you had had to comfort him over so many things ever since you were kids, so why did this bother you so much?

Because you’re hopelessly in love with him, that’s what.

You let out a quiet huff of frustration, but the sudden weight of a warm hand across your waist made you tense up. Aegon had always been feely in his sleep, but this was not helping any of your thoughts right now.

“Aegon…?” You asked in a quiet voice, careful not to wake him if he was asleep. But then, you felt a hardness press between your asscheeks, and you stiffened. He was most definitely not asleep.

“Aegon-“ “Shh,” Aegon’s low rumble that always made your knees weak sliced through the air. You could feel his breath on your neck, as he nestled his head on your shoulder. “I just need to feel…something. Please.”

You swallowed, feeling humiliation creep up your cheeks, staining it red. “Are you serious?” Your voice was not quite your own, scratchy and fragile. You were tearing up. “Aegon, for years, I’ve stood by, being your best friend, caring for you, wanting you, loving you, never wanting for anything more because I fucking loved you, but this is how you treat me? As some rebound fuck to get over your ex?” Your voice was laced with hurt venom. “I can’t believe you.”

Aegon felt every single muscle in his body freeze as your words registered in his mind. You loved him. For so many years now.

Tears were streaming down your face by now, and you wanted to push Aegon away, but you were just so tired. So upset. You flinched when he wrapped his arm around your waist tighter. “Hey,” he said softly into your ear, making goosebumps rise up on your flesh. “Look at me.”

When you refused to turn around, Aegon sighed. He deserved as much, he supposed. “Hey, listen,” Aegon began tentatively. “I know I’m probably the world’s biggest asshole right now, and I probably will earn your eternal enmity after this, but…I love you.”

Shocked, you turned your head back slightly to face him, breath hitching as you felt his hot breath on your bare skin. “…you’re joking.”

Aegon smiled sadly, shaking his head. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. I know I’m the biggest fucking idiot ever for this, but I always buried my feelings and kept it a secret, because…” he hesitated. “Because I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “If only I knew you had always felt this way, I would’ve said something. Why do I always ruin everything?”

A heavy silence enveloped the room, and Aegon felt his heart break as he heard you sniffle. You were crying because of him. Gods, he was just the biggest douche out there, wasn’t he?

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, stroking your hair gently, not knowing what else to do to comfort you. “I’m so sorry, love.”

Finally, you turned around, your cheeks stained with tears that were visible even in the dark. Aegon swallowed, feeling awful. He had probably just ruined your Christmas and your year. “Y/N-“

He was cut off by the press of your lips on his. Your lips were warm against him, soft and inviting and tasting of gingerbread, and Aegon, despite his initial shock, found himself returning the kiss, letting out a few grunts as his hands found your waist again. The both of you continued making out for a while, while Aegon continued wiping the tears from your eyes. He wanted you so badly. Gods, he always wanted you.

His hands slowly wandered down to your breasts, groping them, squeezing them gently, all while he continued kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as he did, making the bulge in his pants grow undeniably harder. Your hand went down to stoke his cock over his sweatpants, and he hissed into your mouth, making you smile slightly against his lips.

Gradually, your pants fell off, and Aegon’s did too, and you gasped as you felt him stretching out your pussy. You had wanted this for so long, and now you were finally experiencing it. It was still quite unbelievable.

Aegon groaned as he bottomed out in you, his grip on your waist tightening. You made to move your hips, but Aegon stilled your movements, whispering huskily into your ear. “Let’s just stay like this. I want to wake up like this, with you around me.”

A small shiver went through you at those words, and you nodded mutely, letting out a soft yawn. Aegon chuckled, brushing your hair away from your forehead and kissing you on the lips. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Aegon. And Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

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spooo00oky · 6 months

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Siren’s Spell

Chapter Four

Paring: siren!Wooyoung x reader

Genre: fantasy, eventual smut, romance, fluff

Word Count: 6k+

Warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, Thalassophobia, cliff hanger! (again I’m sorry I can’t help it)

Author’s note: SURPRISE!!! I’m so sorry for the wait on this chapter, my life got unexpectedly busy with a change in jobs on top of my other job as well as doing a bridal party’s makeup. Phew! This chapter also had a good chunk deleted so this is as much as I could salvage in order to surprise you all with my original update plan. It’s going to be shorter than what it normally is but it’s a good one I promise! I hope you all enjoy this update and as always please consider reblogging my works and let me know what you all think! I hope you all have fun this holiday season and be sure to not get sick!

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Wooyoung’s Current became a regular appearance at the den. Whether it was a singular member or all of them, they would drop in for a visit whenever either Wooyoung or I were home. Their presences surely livened the place up, and it truly did start to feel like a home the more they came around. Wooyoung seemed happy with the change of atmosphere as well, a seemingly permanent smile on his face whenever I’d catch his gaze from across the room. Maybe he was also happy to see his mate and his friends getting along so well.

Seonghwa came around more often than not to the point where Wooyoung made the comment that he might as well have his own room here. I didn’t mind the frequency of his visits. Yeosang and Seonghwa were quickly becoming close friends of mine. Seonghwa would ask me many questions about fashion and Yeosang would ask me his own array of questions. It was a give and take relationship between us and it gave me something to do while I was home. Wooyoung tended to whine when my attention was away from him for too long, but I knew he didn’t truly mind that much. I could feel the contentment rumbling through him at seeing me laughing and smiling. Plus he was easily appeased with my head resting on his shoulder, despite his friends’ teasing remarks.

Though I loved to see them all, it wasn’t quite the same as being with my own friends. Wooyoung seemed to pick up on my change in mood one day and asked me about it. Despite my assurances that I was fine, he was persistent that he knew what was wrong.

“My friends and I would get together a lot at my apartment and now we can’t really do that anymore. I love having your friends here, but I wish I could still have that with my friends I guess. It isn’t like they can come here whenever they want, with the water pressure and all,” I explained.

Wooyoung frowned. “Do you wish the den was on the surface like your old home was?”

I had quickly shaken my head when he said that, knowing that if I wanted it he would move everything up to the surface without a second thought. Yeosang had explained that while sirens could shift to walk on land they couldn’t stay up there forever. They had to return to the water eventually. If Wooyoung moved the den to the surface, he would only get to enjoy a few hours of our home before having to return to the water. He would be the one that was unhappy even if he said otherwise. I could live without seeing my friends outside of work if it meant that he didn’t have to be miserable.

“I’m happy with it here. It’s just going to take some getting used to, that’s it.”

Wooyoung thankfully didn’t press the issue more but it clearly didn’t sit well with him because a week later I had walked into our bedroom to see him tapping away on my phone. His eyebrows were scrunched up in confusion before he looked up at my entrance and tried to hide it behind his back. He tried to deny it when I asked him about it, pulling me down onto the bed and into his arms to try and distract me from it. I had pushed him off slightly to reach and grab it before his hands could stop me, and I was greeted with my text messages pulled up and a greeting typed into the search bar. I gave Wooyoung a questioning look and he gave me a sheepish one back.

“I don’t know how to work it.”

I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled out of me and it made him groan and hide his face in the pillow. “Why can’t you land dwellers use sprites like everyone else does?”

“Because we don't, that's an outdated form of communication, Wooyoung,” I told him with a smile. “Plus sprites don’t like us much and half of the letters we’d ask them to deliver would disappear entirely.”

“Sprites are always nice to me.”

“You’re a siren. You have the power to make them obey even if they didn’t want to so they were probably intimidated by you. Plus sprites are part of the sea kingdom, they’d be willing to help you more than a surface dweller any day.” I purposely left out the part that sprites were notorious flirts and every siren I’ve met so far has been beautiful. Pretty privilege was definitely a thing when it came to sprites.

“What were you trying to do anyway?”

Wooyoung’s ears tinted pink before he pulled his face away from the pillow and I saw that his cheeks were the same shade. “You still seemed upset that you couldn’t see your friends as much, so I was going to invite them all out along with my friends to dinner. It wouldn’t be a permanent solution, but I thought it would be something.”

That was the first instance of when I felt like I could kiss him. The feeling had hit me so hard that I had to check that I wasn’t leaning forward to do so. I mentally shook myself, blaming the bond between us for the sudden urge to do so. I couldn’t stop the wide smile from spreading across my face however, and I did lean forward to give him a hug in gratitude. He immediately accepted it, pulling me in even closer with a smile.

“I appreciate it, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Would your Current even want to meet my friends?”

“I’ve already discussed it with them and they want to. Some more than others of course,” he added in. “I was more worried about your friends refusing because I didn’t make the best first impression.”

I felt my heart swell as I pulled away enough to look him in the eye. It was hard to think of what I wanted to say, too many thoughts running through my mind. One of the most prevalent being that I think Wooyoung was making me fall in love with him and fast, and the other being that I really wanted to kiss him. I ignored the second thought and settled on pulling my phone out again and sending out a message to my friends for dinner with everyone. I felt Wooyoung’s gaze on my movements and I went slowly enough so he could see how to do it in case he needed to know for future events.

A week later we were all gathering for dinner, the Current certainly standing out among the crowd. They had eyes on them since they entered the restaurant but they didn’t pay any attention to it, focusing on my friends who were trying to start a conversation with them. San and Mingi thankfully acted friendlier with Wooyoung unlike their first introduction. They were a little tense when they greeted him but slowly relaxed as Wooyoung began to crack jokes with his friends. Wooyoung wasn’t even using his ability but he was warming everyone up to one another. It was mesmerizing to see how easy it was for him, and as we settled down for dinner I felt my body relax. The Current and my friends got along like they’ve known each other for years. I was so worried that dinner would be awkward but I realized that I had nothing to worry about.

“Are any of you coming to the fashion show?” Mingi asked the table.

Seonghwa immediately perked up, a bright smile lighting up his face. “Wooyoung and I are coming.” Even a blind man could see how excited he was.

“Would this be your first one?” San asked as he sipped from his glass.

“It would. Y/n told me that I would enjoy it.”

San grinned at me. “Are you going to introduce him to Hongjoong?”

“That’s the plan,” I told San with a smile.

San smiled at Seonghwa. “Mingi and I will make sure you have fun. Y/n’s cousin Hongjoong is coming as well, so you’ll really like it. He owns his own label so he’ll be another person you can talk to about these things.”

San and Seonghwa started chatting about the upcoming show and I was so lost in watching everyone else around us I nearly jumped when Wooyoung spoke into my ear. “You should eat more.”

I glanced down at my barely eaten plate of food. My appetite hasn’t been the best lately and I knew it was because of the upcoming show. My nerves were getting the best of me, this happened every time. “I’m not that hungry.”

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes. “You’ve barely eaten anything the past two days. You need to eat more.”

“I‘ll eat something later if I’m hungry. I promise.”

He wasn’t having it and he picked up my fork and scooped up some food. “Open.”

“Wooyoung, no. We’re in front of our friends.”

“They can watch, I don’t care. You need to eat.”

I blushed as my mind instantly went into the gutter. “Wooyoung please.”

“Say ‘ah’.”

“Glad to see he’s making you eat. You do this every show we have a show,” Mingi said with a smile as I opened my mouth. Wooyoung had a small smile on his face as he fed me a forkful of food before he was scooping up more.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” I whined as I took the bite he offered me and chewed.

“Not on this one. You lose weight every show we have because you nearly stop eating. Someone has to make sure you do.”

It was a losing fight, so I let Wooyoung feed me a few more bites before I held up a hand and took the fork from him. He raised a brow but relaxed when he saw that I was feeding myself now instead. I could hear the soft purr coming from his chest and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

“Wooyoung can be a little rough around the edges but he has the best intentions,” Yunho commented as he chuckled at our antics. “Sorry if he’s upset you both in the past with his mouth.”

“Hey!”

San laughed. “It was a misunderstanding. Mingi and I are protective of our y/n and after hearing how they came to be, we might’ve overreacted. It’s all water under the bridge now though.”

Wooyoung seemed to settle at that and gave San and Mingi a grateful smile. My own smile mirrored his as we eased back into conversation, all tension gone now.

We stayed at dinner for much longer than intended and it was late when we finally parted ways. I followed the sirens back to the docks and they quickly jumped in before resurfacing momentarily to say their goodbyes. Yeosang promised to come and visit me soon, as did Jongho and I waved as they ducked beneath the water.

Wooyoung jumped in and slapped his now wet clothes onto the dock and began to fold them up as I sat on the edge. I waited until he finished before I lowered myself into the water. Wooyoung was quick to pull me in close. Even though it wasn’t as bad anymore, my heart did leap into my throat whenever I hopped in. It didn’t help that the water was freezing at this time of night.

“Hold your breath,” Wooyoung murmured and I took a deep breath before I felt the water move over my head and I knew we were moving.

The trip was just as quick as it always is, and in no time at all we were resurfacing in the den. I could tell there was a change occurring in me because I wasn’t nearly out of breath as I usually was from the trip. I could’ve been under for a few more minutes before needing air.

I crawled up onto the ledge and watched as Wooyoung hopped up as well. I quickly turned around as he began to stand up straight, remembering that he was naked. “I’ll go put your clothes in the bathroom to dry out,” I called over my shoulder as I walked away with pink cheeks. His laughter followed after me as I retreated to the bathroom and hung up the clothes.

I wasted no time in undressing and hopping into the pool, my muscles relaxing as the warmth eased all tension from my body. It did nothing to ease the ball of nerves in my chest. I sighed and sunk into the water until only the top half of my head stuck out.

I knew what was happening. It was all I could think about anymore, and I wanted to put all of the blame on the bond but I was slowly but surely falling for Wooyoung. Did I find him attractive when I first met him? Of course. Were romantic feelings developing more now that we were living together? Definitely. Were things moving too fast though? Was all of this normal for a bonded pair? My only experience outside of human relationships was Logan and that wasn’t much of a pleasant experience.

I shook away those thoughts. Yeosang said that feelings developing was normal over time, and that I would experience some changes. But Wooyoung was a good male, he had charm, a good heart and an infectious laugh. It was hard not to love him, bond or not.

So why did the thought of letting go and falling for him completely make me beyond nervous?

“You’re going to experience some changes, but growing gills isn’t one of them.” I jumped at the sudden sound of Wooyoung’s voice. I turned to see him leaning against the doorway in only a pair of sweatpants with a smug smirk on his face. “You should probably get out of the water before you start to get pruny.” He chuckled as I scowled at him before he left.

Once I was sure he was gone I dunked my head beneath the water and groaned. Maybe him knowing exactly what he did to me was part of why I felt so nervous.

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Feeling a little better once I was clean and changed into comfy clothes I made my way back into the room. Wooyoung was already in bed and smirked when I crawled in next to him, but he didn’t say anything if he could smell my emotions. I was grateful when he motioned with his hand and the wall sconces turned dark, plunging us into darkness.

It was silent, the only sounds in the room were our breaths and the sounds from outside echoing in. After a while I had thought that Wooyoung had just fallen asleep and I shut my eyes to try and do the same but his voice had me opening them again.

“Why are you so afraid of the water?”

This was a question I was expecting to come up eventually. I’m a little surprised it didn’t come up sooner.

“I nearly drowned in a frozen lake when I was a child,” I told him softly, almost afraid that if I spoke too loudly it would ruin the moment. “Hongjoong had to drag me out.”

Wooyoung was quiet. I waited for his next words, wishing I could see his expression just to get a glimpse of what he was thinking. Could he see me? I never thought to ask, but it would make sense if he could with it being so dark in the river. I fixed my expression into a more neutral one.

“That’s a pretty good reason to be afraid of it. I thought it was because you didn’t know how to swim. I was going to go and get you a life vest and teach you.”

I snorted and lightly smacked his chest, making him chuckle as well. “I appreciate the thought but I’m actually a pretty good swimmer. I made sure I was in case something like that happened again.”

“You’re missing out on learning from a pro.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are built to be in the water. Me? Not so much.”

Wooyoung went quiet again, and I began to worry if I had somehow upset him by refusing his swimming lessons. His voice was much quieter when he spoke next. “Are you sure you’re fine with being down here? We can move to the surface, I wouldn’t mind it. I’d have to ask for your help with finding a place up there though.”

I leaned up onto my arms, hoping I was looking at his face in the darkness. He didn’t laugh so I’ll take it as I’m doing a good enough job. “Where did this come from? I told you I was happy being where we are now.”

“I could smell your anxiety when you were in the bathroom. I assumed it was everything finally catching up with you.”

I sighed and rested my head against his chest. My cheeks began to burn as I began to think of ways to explain this to him.

“It’s not that, I promise.”

He was quiet, waiting patiently for me to continue and I internally groaned.

“It’s just that I’m nervous about if we’re moving too fast and maybe I’m worried about what others will think. I’m also worried that my feelings for you are ingenuine and it’s only the bond that’s making me feel these things,” I struggled to get out. “It has nothing to do with where the den is.”

Wooyoung took in my words quietly, waiting patiently for me to get everything out that I wanted to say. Once I was finished he began to soothingly run his thumb up and down my arm until there were goosebumps forming on my skin. He was processing everything I confessed and I gave him time to do so.

“You should stop worrying your pretty little head about what others think.” I opened my mouth to snap something back but his next words had my cheeks burning and left me sputtering. “By siren standards we’re taking things at a snail’s pace. I should’ve already marked you and started a family with you if we were moving at the normal pace. The only opinions that matter are yours and my own, and I’m happy with the way things are now, so don’t worry about that.”

He did have a point.

“Also, the bond can’t make you feel things that you don’t already feel. It only intensifies them over time.” He paused as if something just occurred to him and I was about to ask when he was suddenly pinning me to the mattress beneath us. A squeak left me at the sudden motion before his lips were at my ear, his breath tickling me. “Which means you were attracted to me from the very beginning weren’t you.”

My eyes widened in shock and I knew he was grinning, knowing he had me right where he wanted me. My tongue was tied as I felt his lips graze my cheek, my heart hammering in my chest. My mind had been turned to mush in the matter of seconds. A part of me wanted to deny it just to spite him, but what was the point? He knew I would be lying. And maybe this could also be a conscious step forward with coming to terms with my feelings for Wooyoung.

“And what if I was?” I asked, deciding to be bold instead.

His chest rumbled against mine and I felt him pull away just enough to look at me. The lights dimly lit themselves again, just enough for me to make out Wooyoung’s expression above me. My breath hitched at the raw yearning I saw in his hooded gaze. It was a look I had yet to see on him before, much less be on the receiving end of it.

A grin slowly tugged his lips upwards, no doubt in regards to my reaction. He was going to hold this over my head for a week. I already knew it. “I’d say that I was attracted to you as soon as I laid my eyes upon you, and that it really pissed me off to see you with another guy you obviously had no interest in.”

My heart fluttered in my chest at his confession, and warmth spread through me like a fire. My mouth opened and closed for a moment as I struggled to think of a response; as I struggled to even process what I was feeling and what I wanted right now. His presence was dizzying, my mind fuzzy. His fingers trailing up and down my sides didn’t help, it only distracted my thoughts and jumbled them even more.

Finally I managed to settle on one thought that was circling in my mind, and I had a feeling it was shared with him as well.

“Kiss me.”

The movement of his hands paused momentarily as the grin on his face grew. I could practically hear the “I told you you’d beg for me to kiss you” in his mind but thankfully he didn’t voice it. Instead he leaned in closer so his breath fanned over my face. “Are you sure?”

My lips curled up into a smile and I rested my hands on his shoulders. I rubbed my thumbs across the smooth skin there in reassuring circles.

“I’m sure Wooyoung. Please, kiss me.”

He didn’t waste another moment as his lips connected with mine, a content sigh slipping from him as we melted into the kiss. Despite the slow pace it was dizzying, and nearly stole my breath. My hands found their way into his hair as his tongue teasingly traced along my bottom lip. I granted him access as my fingers played with his hair, holding him even closer to me as the kiss deepened. My mind was so swept up in the kiss that I didn’t even realize Wooyoung was purring until we pulled apart for air.

I couldn’t stop the breathless giggle that bubbled out of me as we pulled apart, the vibrations from his chest still being felt. He let out his own chuckle before pressing a kiss to my forehead and lying down beside me. He pulled me on top of him in the same movement and I didn’t even try to remove myself from my new spot, instead cuddling into Wooyoung’s warmth.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile now,” he said softly, the lights turning off once again. His hands trailed lightly up and down my back and I hummed.

“So have I.”

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Finally it was the day of the fashion show. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Wooyoung knew it as well, his nose would subtly scrunch up whenever he was near me, smelling my anxiousness. No matter what I did to ease my nerves I couldn’t completely shake them. He did try his best to help me, going as far as making me my favorite breakfast and rubbing circles into my tense shoulders and doing things to try and make me laugh. I could see the tension leave his own shoulders when I laughed at something he had said, and I doubled down on trying to relax when I realized that Wooyoung was worried. I appreciated the effort, and once this day had passed I’d find a way to make it up to him.

I distracted myself by helping Wooyoung with his outfit for as long as I could. Despite how put together he usually looked he was struggling with what to wear for the show. Part of me thinks that Wooyoung did it on purpose because when I went to help him with his shirt he snuck in a kiss on my forehead. His laughter sounded out above me and I hid my face in his chest.

Seonghwa arrived some time after that and I was delighted to see that he didn’t need help with his outfit, looking handsome in a velvet suit. I said as much and heard Wooyoung grumbled something unintelligible as he moved past me to get ready to leave. Seonghwa gave me a pleased smile despite Wooyoung’s pouting and thanked me.

“You look lovely tonight as well,” Seonghwa said as he followed me towards the exit, where Wooyoung was already waiting.

I thanked him as I sat on the ledge of the pool and slowly lowered myself right into Wooyoung’s waiting arms. I took a deep breath and we dove beneath the water and began to head to the surface.

Minutes later our heads broke the surface of the water and I quickly pulled myself over the edge of the dock. I took in a deep breath of fresh air as I waited for the males to shift and put their pants back on. Thankfully no one was really paying attention to us as they walked the busy streets, most of the attention was drawn to a new street performer that had set themselves up on the sidewalk. From the small sparks and streamers flying through the air and the delighted cries coming from the nearby children it sounded like it was a good show. It might’ve been a wizard if they were able to put on such a display.

Finally the males made their way onto the dock, fully dressed now. Seonghwa’s eyes shone with pure excitement and it was hard to not be affected by it. Wooyoung came to my side and with a wave of his hand the both of us were completely dry. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and waved his hand, removing the water from his person as well. “You could’ve extended the service to me as well, you know.”

“My mate takes priority,” Wooyoung said and dodged the hand that reached out to grab him.

I rolled my eyes at their antics, a smile on my face before I began to head towards the venue. The males were quick to fall into step beside me, Wooyoung’s arm snaking around my waist. I caught Seonghwa’s eye at the action and we shared a smile. He has also been a great help with accepting the bond and offering advice when asked, and the happiness he felt for us shown in the smile he sent our way.

The venue was buzzing with excitement upon arrival. Not many of the guests had arrived yet as we were early to help with preparations, but the staff of the label and additional help were seen bustling about. I easily spotted San and Mingi at the far side of the room and made my way over there, hanging onto the two males with me so I wouldn’t lose them.

My friends looked like they were in a tense conversation before they spotted me. They broke out in smiles at my entrance and pulled me into quick hugs. “You’re just in time. Bell was about to start doing a toast with everyone and was wondering where you all were,” San told us.

“There’s nothing for us to help out with?” Seonghwa asked, having been prepared to be hands-on with the setting up part of the show.

Mingi shook his head. “Nope. Belle hired additional help with setting up and everything’s run smoothly. There hasn’t been a misstep with anything and everyone has been on time. I think this has been the easiest show we’ve had yet.”

“Don’t say that yet the show hasn’t even started,” I pointed out with a smile. “You’ll end up jinxing us if you keep saying things like that.”

“I’m sure they’ll love it all,” Wooyoung said, giving my side an affectionate squeeze.

I opened my mouth to thank him but was cut off by a squeal of excitement and Belle suddenly appearing in front of me. “You’re all here! I’ve been looking for you, here, have a drink for a toast,” she said and with a snap of her fingers a floating tray full of flutes of champagne appeared before us. We all grabbed our glasses and watched as Belle called out to gather everyone’s attention before standing in the center of the room. She smiled once everyone had quieted down before raising her glass in the air.

“I’m not one for drawn out speeches, so I’ll make this quick,” she started. “I want to say thank you to everyone that has made tonight happen. Thank you to all of you who have worked tirelessly the weeks leading up to this to make sure everything runs smoothly and that everything was planned properly. Today wouldn’t have started off as well as it did if it wasn’t for you.” Her eyes roamed until they had gone over every one of her office staff members, sending a warm smile our way. “I also wanted to thank my team for working hard for months leading up to today. I know how stressful things can get working in this industry and I thank you all for pushing through and seeing it to the end. I know it’ll all pay off in the end.”

She raised her glass in the air and we mirrored her reactions. “To everyone here, thank you!”

The room erupted into echoing sentiments as we all took a drink from our glasses. With the preparations done and the only thing left to do is wait for the rest of the guests to arrive, conversations started up as the people mingled with each other. Seonghwa began talking with Mingi and San, asking questions that my friends readily answered. I was happy to see them getting along so well, but it still didn’t make the feeling in my belly disappear.

I turned to look at Wooyoung. His gaze met mine and he burst into laughter. “I can see the panic in your eyes. They’re going to love your designs, you don’t need to worry.”

“I know but I can’t help it. I always get nervous like this before a show. No matter how hard I work on something I can’t help but feel that it’s just not enough,” I explained.

He looked towards our friends before he guided me away from the crowd and into a more secluded corner. I didn’t fight it as he shielded me away from any wandering eyes with his body, looking down at me with concern in his gaze. “Why do you think your designs aren’t good enough?”

“Well I feel like a few of them might be similar to another designer’s ideas, so I feel like they can be repetitive.”

Wooyoung thought about it for a moment. “Have you thought about seeing your designs from an audience member’s point of view?”

My brows scrunched in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well everyone has their own take on things and has their own unique way of doing things. The way you design clothes is not and will not be the same way another designer does it,” he explained. “People in your audience love your designs for the way you do them because it’s your spin on something, if that makes sense.”

I gazed up at him in wonder for a moment before breaking out in a warm smile. The weight in my belly had all but disappeared after his words sunk in, and I felt more than heard his purr when he smelled the difference in my scent. “See? There’s nothing to be stressed about. They’re going to love a design because it’s your unique way of designing something.” He gently smiled before pulling me in for a hug.

I buried my head into his chest with a sigh. I felt most of the tension leave my body after that, and I relaxed into the embrace.

“And if they don’t like what you have to offer I’ll eat them.”

I lightly swatted his back at that causing him to laugh. He rubbed a soothing hand up and down my back to further ease any tension away before we pulled apart slightly at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“You lovebirds need to get a room next time.” I heard Mingi say, laughter in his voice as we looked to see who was trying to get our attention. His smile widened when I rolled my eyes before he half turned to motion behind him. “There’s someone here to see you.”

My gaze went behind him and I gasped when I saw who was standing there.

“Hongjoong!” I squealed in excitement as I ran into his open arms.

He laughed as I pulled him into a tight hug, his familiar warmth surrounding me. “Nice to see you too, y/n. I’ve missed you so much.”

I pulled away with a smile up at him, noting the high end fashionable outfit he wore. “I’ve missed you too, I’m so happy you could make it today!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You’ll have to introduce me to whoever you were hugging a minute ago, but that can wait until after I introduce you to someone special,” he said and turned to someone I hadn’t noticed standing behind him before. She was a beautiful brunette, but not dizzyingly like Wooyoung or Seonghwa were. She was prettier than any normal person, so she definitely wasn’t human. Maybe she was a vampire?

I was about to reach out to introduce myself when Seonghwa caught my eye, and I realized that he was watching the woman before me like a hawk. His gaze didn’t waver from her, and his stance was tense. He looked like he was ready to jump in between us, to attack her or to shield me, I wasn't sure. I looked back at the woman and realized she hadn't even looked at me, her gaze focused behind me. I turned to see Wooyoung rooted to his spot, glaring at the woman. I hadn’t seen him this upset since that day with San and Mingi, and even then he didn’t look as hostile as he did now.

“Maggiore, I’d like you to meet my cousin y/n. Y/n this is my girlfriend Maggiore. She’s a fan of your work so I thought I’d bring her with me today for you both to meet,” Hongjoong introduced us and it was like the spell was broken.

Her cold expression broke and she smiled warmly at me, holding out her hand for me to shake. “‘It’s a pleasure to meet you. Hongjoong talks about you a lot so I just had to meet you!”

She took my hand and shook it and I saw Seonghwa flinch, like it was taking everything in him to not separate the two of us. If Seonghwa was reacting like this I could only imagine how Wooyoung was fairing behind me. Just who was this woman before me that made both males react so tensely?

I winced as her grip tightened on my hand momentarily and I looked up to see her eyes not even on me but on someone behind me. I didn’t dare look behind me at Wooyoung, instead I glanced towards Hongjoong for any possible answers but he had been swept up in conversation with Mingi and San some feet away from us.

“You need to leave.”

I turned to look back at the woman who had yet to release the death grip she had on my hand. Her expression was menacing as she glared at me. She seemed to be waiting for something to happen, and I raised a brow at her. “Excuse me?”

That seemed to be the wrong answer because her eyes widened in pure rage and she took a step closer to me, her aura turning threatening. I bit my lip to hold back the cry of pain as I felt her grip on my hand tighten. Any more and she was going to break it. “I said leave.”

There it was. It was there, trailing after the last syllable of each word she said. There was power behind her words, interwoven in the smoothness of her voice. A power that I felt roll off of me like water droplets on a window. Siren. My eyes widened and I looked back at Wooyoung to see his face scrunched in fury as he stormed over to us. By the time I looked back to Maggiore, Seonghwa had already pulled her away from me and was leading her away from Wooyoung and I. “You’ve got a lot of nerve for pulling a stunt like this.” I heard Seonghwa mutter to the woman as he casually led her away. If I hadn’t heard his harsh words I would’ve thought they were old friends catching up; keeping up pretenses for the sake of everyone present.

“Are you alright?” Wooyoung asked, gingerly taking my hand in his. He frowned when he saw the flesh there was already beginning to bruise. “I’m so sorry about this, I never thought she’d make an appearance here today of all days.”

“Who even is she?” She was a siren, that I already gathered from the way she tried to compel me to leave and it didn’t work. I remember Wooyoung mentioning before that a siren’s powers won’t work on me anymore now that I was bonded to him.

He sighed, looking down at me with a mixture of concern and sadness. I hated seeing him like this. “That is Maggiore, my ex.”

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lou-struck · 5 months

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Fruit Cake Fear

Solomon x reader

25 Days of Ficmas Day 7

Wc: 1.3k

~ Holiday Horrors come to light when you receive a Fruit Cake from the Sorcerer.

As soon as you flop down on your bed, you can practically see the waves of stress leaving your body as you unwind from another day of adventure in the Devildom.

*knock

"Who is it?" you call. Sitting up against one of the massive fluffy pillows Asmodeus had gotten for you on your bed as the silver door knob turns lightly. The door creaks open just wide enough for a familiar-looking head of snowy white hair to peek through the entrance.

"It's just me, Mc," Solomon smiles, meeting your gaze. "May I come in?"

You smile and scoot over on the bed so he can sit next to you. "I suppose."

He chuckles at you teasing and steps fully into your bedroom. You notice he is carrying with him some kind of gift wrapped in a pretty snowflake-patterned foil. The kind people use when they are handing out holiday sweets in the human world.

Everyone knows that the sweet little angel, Luke, has gone crazy this year with his holiday baking. He made it his goal to make enough sweets for everyone this holiday season, including Beel.

Simeon told you earlier that the Chihuahua has even claimed the Sorcerers lab as an extra baking area at the time and the whole house smells of sugar and peppermint.

'Could this be a sample of the sweets to come?' you wonder, letting your stomach growl as you try to think what kind of treats lie just beyond the wrapping.

"Drooling already are we?" Solomon laughs, placing the gift on the nightstand furthest from you teasingly. It's too far away for you to grab it, and he knows it.

"I can't help it; you smell like cookies." you giggle, inhaling the sweet scent of the angels' celestial baking on Solomon's clothing.

"How else was I supposed to get your attention? "he laughs. It's such a wonderful sound. Wish you could hear it forever.

Unfortunately, it is interrupted by the blaring, annoying sound of his DDD. He glances down at the scream briefly. "I'll be right back. I have to see what this is about," he states, standing abruptly and stepping outside your room into the hallway to take his call

you are now alone with nothing but your curiosity and the unopened present, and part of you wonders if he had planned on making you wait to quell your sweet tooth.

Scooting over, you reach out to touch the package, trying to peek through the sheer material to see its contents. But the deep blue color makes it a bit too hard to do so. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you." a deep voice calls from the doorway.

Your gaze travels upward, and you see Beel standing fresh from one of his workouts. His orange hair plastered to his forehead from sweat as he takes a long sip from some sort of Demonic-post workout smoothie. Normally, after a good workout, his cheeks are full of color, and he is over the moon from the endorphins, but today, something seems off.

"What's wrong, Beel?" you ask, scooting away from the package. "I promise I was gonna share it with everybody."

He frowns and places a hand to his stomach, "My stomach is telling me that something is wrong."

Your brow furrows, "Wrong how?"

"Solomon smells more like Luke's baking than that package does. That one doesn't even smell like food." he says seriously. "Before you take a bite, you should ask him who made it."

And begin to fear the worst.

Solomon took time out of his day to cook you something.

"I gotta go," the avatar of gluttony says distractedly, as if he had not just put fear into your heart ten seconds ago. "I'm hungry."

He leaves just as Solomon comes back into the room.

He gives you a big smile, and you feel bad for doubting him. "I am so sorry that I had a package go missing. I need to figure out who was behind it."

"a package?" Hoping it wasn't anything too dangerous. Solomon has a history of ordering some interesting supplies for the mischief he is planning on causing.

he places a hand on your shoulder confidently, "It's nothing to worry about. I was able to track it down and send someone to retrieve it for me. "no, you have been very patient, so I should give you your gift."

He lifts the parcel easily and places it in your lap. But as you feel its weight, you feel like someone has just placed a cinder block on your lap. It's rock-solid.

Fear shoots through your body, but you don't think you'll be able to escape now. Solomon looks so eager you know that you have to open whatever it is that he got you

Trembling, your fingers grip the paper, ripping it to reveal the contents of the package. A human world fruitcake. Your jaw drops.

It is circular in shape and completely dotted on top with candied fruit and glazed pecans. If it came from anyone else, you might even say it looked decent, but this is Solomon, and we're talking about it.

"aren't you surprised?" he asks with a bright smile I had a feeling you'd be missing some treats from the human world so I made one that I tried in the 17th century.

Although you are terrified to actually put this thing in your mouth, you were touched by his consideration. "So you made this for me?"

"Yes, I made the cake myself," he says proudly. "Luke has been in a baking frenzy for days trying to make all sorts of holiday sweets and I guess it inspired me."

He looks so happy as he goes through the process of baking the damn thing. He is so animated when he talks you come to a harrowing realization

No matter what happens, you have to eat this fruitcake.

"Well thank you Sol," you beam "I can't wait to try this." You grab one of the edges and try to tear a chunk off of the cake, but it doesn't really give until you use all of your strength. Instead of tearing like normal pastries do, A chunk of cake just kinda splits off from the rest of the fruit cake's body like concrete.

The chuck is jagged and kinda pokey in your hand as you raise it to your lips.

The things you do for love, am I right?

As your teeth bite into the 'cake' you hear a light cracking sound. Your eyes shoot open in alarm and you spit the lump out, the cake chunk looks the exact same as it did before.

"What's wrong Mc?" Solomon asks a hint of nervousness swimming in his brown eyes. "Is it too well done? I was out of baking powder, but I thought that I could use devil putty to help it set. It's perfectly edible, and I thought that since it had setting properties, it would do the same thing.

Although that sentence is problematic on its own, it certainly wasn't the taste of a fruitcake that put you off. Nor was it the fact that Solomon had just tried to feed you the equivalent of Hell's Play-Doh.

Your tongue runs around your mouth and you realize that that cracking sound you heard may not have been the baked good…

Your eyes widen, and you look at Solomon with a mix of disbelief, disappointment, and fear. "Oh my god. Did I just chip my tooth?"

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#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date fluff #obey me shall we date #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #obey me solomon #x reader #obey me nightbringer #bnha

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burninlovebutler · 1 year

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GAH i didn't wanna do this bc im a gemini & i talk a lot if im unsupervised lol BUT YALL WERE POSTIN SOME SAPPY SHIT SO I WANTED TO JOIN (so sorry this is gonna be so long i apologize in advance)

this wasn't initially the road i was gonna take while talking about this but ofc if u read any of my writing or know me in any capacity, it shouldn't surprise you that we're getting sad lol

as i stood next to my partner watching the midnight fireworks last night, i had a fleeting thought -

16 year old me didn't think i'd still be here at 26 -

i didn't expect to still be on this earth in 2023

when i was around that age my home life was really shitty and abusive and lonely and my only saving grace at the time was the family i found within the one direction/5sos fandom. there were so many times then that my fandom friends saved me, literally.

i wouldn't be here today without them.

i stopped being in fandoms around 2016 and while i still have MANY long term close friends from that time, we all have gone our separate ways interest wise.

I didn't realize just how much i missed being a part of a community until i joined tumblr again. the austin/elvis fandom welcomed me with open arms & filled me with that same youthful joy and connection as i had when i was 16. and even BETTER bc this fandom has blown me away with how kind and gentle and loving it is

point is - i’m grateful that i AM still here, that i’ve been here long enough to meet you and experience this amazing fandom.

it's insane to me to think i would've never met some of the brightest stars of my days without walking into that theater that day. my year would've been so empty, lonely and sad without you all, so thank you all from the bottom of my cold lil heart - you all showed up in my life when i needed u the most

(something weird about this 1D -> Elvis/Aus pipeline is that when i went back to see the day i saw the movie the first time it was on July 23, aka the 1D anniversary 👀 lil weird)

i initially made this blog solely for my fanfic but i'm glad i branched out - though i still wanted to take the time to anyone who's interacted w my writings, even if it was just help with plot or moodboards. my heart skips a beat when my writing is a point of conversation.

thank you to the beauties who grace my dash everyday, even if we don't talk often 💖

@feverkitten @p-oolshark @pearlparty @avengen @presleys @mrsniallhoran505 @missmaywemeetagain @marooosa @eliseinmemphis @elvisabutler @lovininapinkcadillac @aconflagrationofmyown @austinsmutler @heartbrake-hotel @dre6ming @flwrs4aust @rosaminny @presleysdarling @woundmetender @rainydayz101 @ggwritesstuff @golden-kiwis @lattedreamer @weak-aesthetic @bcofl0ve

and of course to my almost daily babes, my days would be so empty without you all and my heart would be so deflated - i never thought i'd end up with a group like this

@succsessions @lllsaslll @cryingabtab @elvisfatass @loving-elvis @nora-nexus-34 @lavenderelvis @luluthesandgoose @powerofelvis @bisexualwvtson @samfangirls @lindszeppelin @infatuatedharleys @ab4eva @sagesolsticewrites @slowsweetlove @areacodefan @jelliedonut @steph-speaks @star-shard @foreverdolly @purejasmine @oh-my-front-door

and how could i ever forget the two that really roped me in @karamelcoveredolicity @troubleinapinksuit - even though it was through war, violence & lawsuits (lol) that our love was carved from, it is the most magical. i am so honored and so grateful to call you friends

one of my biggest goals for 2022 was to make new friends - ones who are reliable, kind, like-minded, supportive, generous, loving - because i was feeling so lonely & unloved, and to my surprise this goal was met ABUNDANTLY by you all, i really can not stress how much you all mean to me

extra special shout out to @bisexualwvtson for setting up the christmas card exchange, it was probably my favorite part of this holiday season - those cards made my whole christmas and i will cherish them forever

i love you all so much its DISGUSTING how much i love you - i don’t know how i would’ve made it through this year without you all - and it makes me so fucking sad when i think about all the memories that wouldn’t have happened without austin/elvis/you guys - it is because of you all that i have some of the best and happiest memories of this year, thank you ❤️

i hope that we are together for a long long time - i know that i am, i’m here for the long haul 💗 pls be in the nursing home with me breaking hips to Elvis songs

love, mel xx

(I APOLOGIZE IF IVE MISSED ANYONE I TRIED MY BEST TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING MY BRAIN IS TRASH SO IM SO SORRY PLS DONT BE OFFENDED IF I MISSED U I LOVE U)

#i love this fandom #i told y’all it was gonna be novel #IM A GEMINI WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME #happy new year #mushy mel #also so fucking sorry this is so late lol #pls this is just my brand #sorry this is so long lol #this is all over the place jesus #i’m so sorry y’all lol

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aslitheryprinx · 1 year

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It's finally finished!

@x-pair-o-dice-x here is your gift for the secret santa exchange!

I'm sorry I'm a little late haha. Writer's block has been a struggle. But the story is complete!!!

Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy! :D

@mcyt-gt-events

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NSFW do NOT interact

CW: safe, platonic vore; language

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Fire and Ice

Ranboo strolled through their forest, the fallen leaves and branches crunching pleasantly beneath their feet. They were careful not to step on any of the younger trees as they walked, but pushed past the older ones, letting them brush their sides.

Their wings fluttered gently in the chill breeze as they walked; Ranboo longed to take to the skies, but knew it would be far colder in the air than on the ground. The cold would quickly make them miserable, so they kept their wings folded against their body.

The first snow of the season had fallen at last. Ranboo was doing their yearly exploration of their territory, less focused on patrolling for threats than taking in the white-dusted trees and frosty ground.

The dragon's sight seeing had an unexpected interruption in the form of a human voice. Ranboo froze, swallowing their instinctive growl. They needed to know how many intruders were in their forest before they chased them off.

They watched through the cover of the trees, careful not to be seen by whoever was there.

A single human, dressed in a red jacket, was stumbling through the woods. He was loud in the way he walked, and in the way curses fell from his lips. Ranboo watched him for several minutes, just to make sure he really was alone.

The longer they watched this lone human, the less irritated they became. The human was wandering aimlessly, like he didn't know where he was going. He had been shivering the entire time Ranboo watched, and the shaking only got worse. He muttered expletives and swore off camping forever.

Ranboo was pretty sure he was lost. And a lost human in their forest was very different from an intruder they needed to chase away.

Ranboo hesitated. They could chase the human away from his territory and back closer to the other humans. But he would still be lost; what if this human froze to death? Ranboo would feel terrible!

They couldn't just leave the human lost and frozen. However, they knew a dragon would be a frightening sight for most humans. They risked scaring the poor guy if they tried to help.

If Ranboo could just remember a greeting in the human language, they would call out. But the words wouldn't come to their brain, and the humans was leaving their sight-

They stepped out of the cover of the trees.

Ranboo could tell when the human spotted them, because he froze. The loud, energetic human fell completely silent; Ranboo couldn't even hear him breathing.

And then, akin to a startled deer, the human ran.

Ranboo cursed under their breath, then gave chase. At least the human had run farther into their territory. Ranboo knew the land as well as they knew their own tail. They would catch the human easily; they just worried they'd scare him to death in the process.

It took longer than it should have to catch up to the human. Ranboo blamed the cold; the weather made their scales feel heavy and their limbs grow weary. They didn't catch up until the human was at the edge of the river, tentatively stepping onto the ice.

Ranboo's heart skipped a beat. The river had frozen over, yes, but it was a thin layer of ice. It wouldn't hold a human's weight. The human seemed to realize that, and had slowed his escape.

Unfortunately, Ranboo's appearance scared the human enough that he threw caution to the wind. They reached the river's edge just as the human tried to bolt across.

Crack.

The ice gave way beneath the human's feet and he plummeted into the river.

Ranboo shoved their head into the water. They took hold of the human's red jacket with their teeth, hauling him out before he could be swept away.

The shock of the cold water kept the human from struggling until Ranboo slowly pulled him closer. Then, he seemed to realize he was caught and began to struggle in Ranboo's hold.

Calming human words came to their mind, but with their mouth full, Ranboo couldn't say them. Instead they churred, hoping the noise would be soothing to humans as well as hatchlings.

It didn't seem to make a difference. The human still struggled, panicked expletives falling from his mouth.

"L-Let m-me go you motherfucker!" The human shouted at them.

They weren't sure if the tremble in his voice was from the cold or the fear. Either way, Ranboo's own panic was growing. The human was soaking wet, and frigid against their scales. It was a long walk to their lair; the human would likely freeze to death unless Ranboo did something.

There were many things Ranboo could blame for what happened next: the cold and their own panic making it hard to think, a lack of a better option, or even the way the human's size reminded them of a hatchling. The real reason Ranboo did what they did was simply because they forgot how a human would react.

They tilted their head back and opened their mouth, letting the human fall inside. His struggling doubled, and his yells became indecipherable in his panic.

Before the human could hurt himself on their teeth, Ranboo swallowed.

The human landed in their nesting pouch, fitting just as easily as a young dragon might. Ranboo almost didn't register what they'd done- and then the human started to scream.

"I'm so sorry!" They gasped out as soon as they remembered the right words. "I didn't mean to scare you- I panicked!"

This was apparently enough to shock the human into silence.

"Wh-what?" He asked shakily, voice slightly muffled from the pouch. "Y-you fucking- you can speak- you a-ate me?!"

"You're safe!" Ranboo blurted. To their surprise, they could actually feel the way the human's heartbeat slowed from its frantic pace.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," they continued, the words coming to mind faster than they even realized they could. "You were just so cold, and I thought you were going to run off and freeze, and I panicked."

"S-so you… ate me?"

"You're safe," Ranboo repeated, letting out another chur that they hoped was calming. "Dragon hatchlings do this all the time."

"Humans don't," their passenger grumbled.

To Ranboo's relief, his heartbeat finally slowed down to what they thought might be a normal level. His breathing had slowed some as well.

Now that the humans wasn't panicking, Ranboo started to walk. They tried to move quickly, wanting to get back to the lair, but they were careful not to jostle the human too much.

"I'm Ranboo, by the way," they said. They really needed to have a name other than 'the human.'

"Tommy," said the human. "Where the fuck are you taking me?"

"My lair- um, that's my home."

"Why?" Tommy's pulse was speeding up again, the dragon realized.

"It's much warmer in my lair. And, uh, I can build a fire so you can dry off," Ranboo explained quickly. "Then I can take you to the edge of the forest. I might have some cloaks so you won't be as cold? Or you can stay until the snow stops."

"...Just until the snow stops?" asked Tommy.

Ranboo realized he was still nervous. They understood; humans were quite small, and it would be easy to hurt one. On top of that, Tommy was sort of stuck. He couldn't get out on his own, so he had to trust that Ranboo would keep their word and not hurt him.

"Just until the snow stops," they promised.

"Ok," Tommy said quietly.

And then, with no more protests, he relaxed against their pouch. Incredibly aware of the human they were carrying, and honored by the trust Tommy was placing in them, the dragon continued their journey home.

Ranboo was determined not to break that trust.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt secret santa 2022 #tw vore #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo

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au-starss · 1 year

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DAY 2 - CHRISTMAS EVENT !

༄ synopsis… after a long day, ajax wants nothing more to enjoy time with his amazing lover

༄ characters… childe x gn!reader

༄ tags… fluff, christmas music, dancing, just them acting like a cute old married couple, petnames

༄ words… 943

༄ author’s thoughts… happy day 2! sorry for the late post i got good news at school and was too hyper. masterlist.

Ajax walked through the door of your shared home, exhausted from his day. The scent of his home filled his nose the second he walked in. The warm atmosphere was as welcoming as it usually was. He smiled, excited to see you after such a day.

As he approached the kitchen, his ears picked up a low tune coming from it. It was easily recognizable as Christmas music. The jolly tune was something that couldn’t be heard in any other songs besides that of holiday ones.

He took off his outerwear, leaving him in only his button-up, gloves, and pants. The weather outside was below freezing. Shedding the clothing made him feel more refreshed. He’ll more than likely shower later, but right now all he wanted to do was be with you.

He finally entered the kitchen, his eyes catching you by the stove. He wraps his arms around you from behind, taking in your scent. You smile the second you feel his hands around you.

“Welcome home, my love.” You say, allowing him to absorb the warmth.

He raised his head from your back with a smile. “What’s that you’re cooking?”

“Your favourite, calla lily seafood soup.” You respond. “I know how long this week has been for you. I wanted to surprise you.”

Ajax’s grin grows wider as he plants a kiss on your head. “I’m certainly surprised indeed. I am also thoroughly enjoying your choice of music.”

“I figured you would, my darling.”

You had always known of Ajax’s love for Christmas. With such a big family, it was always quite the spectacle in his household. He adores sharing that love with you when he can. Giving you gifts that make you give a wide smile, making some of the best food you will ever taste, and so much more make his whole year.

But of course, he does have a favourite part.

Ajax steps back from you, releasing his hold in the process. “Where’s your phone?”

You mindlessly point in the direction of your phone, not thinking about what he could need with it. Ajax opens it, scrolling through to pick something perfect for the moment. After a minute of searching, he let out a small sound of victory, clicking on the song.

A familiar song filled your ears. You turn to face your lover, only to see him with an outstretched hand. “May I have this dance?”

“My my, what a proper gentleman.” You comment, giggling quietly. You walk to him and take his hand. “How can I say no to such a pretty face?”

Ajax laughs as you intertwine hands. He positions the other on your waist, while your opposite hand ends up on his shoulder. Maybe you weren’t exactly correct with your positioning, but the feeling of being close to your lover was enough for you.

The chorus of the song began, and you both slowly swayed to the beat.

‘I want you to know that I'm never leaving.’

The cool sensation of Ajax’s hands was concealed by the heat radiating from you both.

��'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing’

You pull his body closer to your own, longing to cherish this moment.

‘Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons’

“Watch out for this next move, babe.”

‘So come on, let's go’

Before you could question him, the next part of the song plays, and Ajax twirls you around with his hand along with the beat.

‘Let's go below zero and hide from the sun’

You smile, carefully avoiding anything you could hit before settling back into the original position.

‘I love you forever where we'll have some fun’

He lets go of one hand to strike a dramatic pose. You follow with a laugh, presenting out a hand before coming back together.

‘Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily’

He pulls you even closer than before, humming the last bit of the song next to your ear.

‘Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas, baby’

His body sways so naturally with yours as you both laugh, living in the moment.

‘My snowman and me’

As the song finishes, Ajax shows no signs of letting go. Instead, he lets out a content sigh. “I love these kinds of things, you know?”

“What? Horribly dancing to Christmas music in the middle of the kitchen?” You joke with a smile.

He laughs at your words, looking in your eyes. “Actually, yes. All because I get to be with you. My soulmate and my one true love.”

A tint of red creeps on your face at his loving words. Ajax had a tendency to be the more straight-forward one when it came to your shared feelings and emotions. He loves you, and he’s never been afraid to shout it to the whole world.

“I love you too.” You say in response, hugging him closer.

Such tender moments like these filled you both with a sense of joy. It was a reminder. A reminder that you will both always have each other to go to when times get hard. You both have an escape. A place where you can truly be yourselves with no judgement. And that puts a wide smile on both of your faces.

At least, until you smell something burning.

“Crap! The soup!”

You both hurry to stop the dinner from burning, mumbling apologies to one another for getting distracted and having to delay your meal. But it was the perfect opportunity to do something with each other, even if it seems small.

You both want to keep doing the small things with each other. Forever and always.

༄… taglist: @cloudyuna @deffenferofjustice @pinkflamme @scaramouches-beloved @scarasbaby (link to be tagged here!)

#༄ order up!#genshin impact #genshin x reader #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia genshin impact

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paper hearts // jeon jungkook

so i attempted at something, not really sure how good or bad it turned out but here we are …. it’s kinda fast paced; not sure if i added as much detail and stuff but like i said, attempts were made hehe. it’s kinda fluff but also angst 👉👈 i would appreciate feedback on how i can improve and stuff, and yes i plan on making a last part to this…. but yea thx for your time friends :) <3

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hey jungkook, do you remember the feeling of when we first saw each other? what was it you said it was? fate? instant connection? sparks? the day i first met you i just somehow knew that you were made to make my life a little better. and you said the day you first met me you heard bells ringing in your ears, you believed in destinies and you said you knew that i was yours

we were so young, not knowing much about life, not knowing much about love, but we both knew that something about it was just so real

do you remember the time we went to our first date? i laugh now thinking about how nervous we both were but how you were literally shaking while handing me the bouquet of black and white roses you had bought me, you said “sorry” about 40 times but i just thought it was the most adorable thing, i remember as i reached out to grab the flowers from you, how our fingertips quickly touched each other and my heart started beating so fast, and we just shyly pulled away in a fast motion and were both blushing like some little kids in love, which we were

i remember all our tiny little photo shoots we had every time we went out after that, just taking silly pictures of each other every time we saw something cool to pose in front of, for example a cherry blossom tree with fairy lights decorating it, a statue of a dog sitting on a bench, a random fountain in the middle of the shopping plaza we would go to and eat at, and my favorite photo we took together, when you finally asked me to be yours.

i think that one will forever be my favorite one, a chilly december evening, walking close to each other trying to keep warm off of each other’s body heat, i remember your cute pink nose colored from the cold, rosy cheeks and chapped lips, i don’t think if you were shaking from the cold or because how nervous you were to ask me out… either way, it was the most adorable thing ever and i of course could not say no to you, you were my dream come true. every moment spent with you was so magical, like we were right where we’re supposed to be, spending seasons together and holidays, making new memories and just living life like how we were supposed to, but my favorite memory of us has to be when we took a huge step in our relationship and got our place together, it only meant i had to say good night to you instead of goodbye i’ll see you soon, and waking up next to you was everything i wanted in life

hey jungkook, i hope you knew that i would always be your number one supporter in life, and that i would be happy with whatever you chose to do, the sky is the limit but you would always go beyond it, always wanting to reach further. i remember hearing you hum to yourself in the mornings while you brushed your teeth, sing while you were in the shower, and dance while you made breakfast for us all while i laid in bed hearing you sing beautifully to whatever song you chose was your favorite that morning. i loved sneaking up behind you and covering your eyes while kissing your bare back while you froze in place even though you knew it could only be me, and i loved when you gently grabbed my hands off your face and turned around to embrace me in the biggest hug while placing small kisses all over my face. life was so good to us you know, allowing us to be happy, everything was perfect, i had you and that was all i needed, we had each other and we promised that forever.

the day you told me you wanted to do more with your voice, i was so happy knowing that even you realized how great you were at singing, i was so happy that the whole world would get to be as lucky as i was and watch you do what you do best, when i said i would always be your number one supporter, i truly meant that. fast forward a few weeks and you had passed your auditions, flawlessly of course, and things were just going to take off for you from there, i was most proudest of you my love, couldn’t wait for the world to know of jeon jungkook, born singer.

then came days when you had to leave me for late night practices in a city hours away, but you always remembered to call me every night before bed to tell me everything you and your new hyungs had done and practiced, i loved seeing the way your face lit up talking about the new choreograph you guys spent all day repeating, the endless hours at the studio making sure you guys had the melody and the lyrics at perfection, everything was moving smoothly for you guys and soon enough you’d be having your debut shows and everything would fall in place from there.

hey jungkook, do you remember the letters we would write to each other while you would go out of town and having your fan meets and show cases? i couldn’t believe how well everything was turning out for you and your team, i was so proud of you. i loved it when you wrote your letters and folded them into little paper hearts and mail them out to me, it was the little details that would make my heart flutter each time i would receive one from you, and so i started sending you your paper heart mail as well, it became our thing and it kept you in my thoughts throughout the days you would be gone. you would say things like

i was so scared baby, my mind kept telling me i would mess up the steps and i would end up disappointing the fans, but they all cheered very loudly for me and it made me feel so much better, i wish you could come to see my once at a show, i know you’re caught up with work and it’s hard, but the day you are able to finally come, i’ll put in my best just for you, i promise i’ll keep making you proud.

and you did. you kept making me so so so proud.

the day when i finally got to come see you, i decided it would be better to surprise you, as your manager knew you kept wanting me to come visit you because apparently that was all you talked about haha, it had only been 3 months without you but it felt like an eternity and i could not wait to embrace you in the biggest hug and shower you with kisses. you, of course, did not know i was watching you from backstage, but i could see the passion and love in your eyes that you had being in front of the fans and how happy it made you, and when you guys did your encore and walked off the stage to come back, my heart started beating so fast and i felt so many butterflies in my stomach, i was nervous but excited to finally have you in my arms again.

the moment our eyes met as you were the last one to walk in the room, it was like the world had stopped spinning and it was just me and you at that moment, both not knowing what to do or what to say, one second you were becoming blurry as my eyes filled up with tears of happiness, and the next i’m wrapped around your arms as you quietly let out soft sobs for me to hear your way of saying i missed you so much without using words.

we spent that whole night just enjoying each other’s presence at the hotel room cuddling each other as if we were afraid of being ripped apart, watching the next new popular movie and playing with each other’s hair for comfort.

of course, there came a time when i knew your success would just keep growing and growing as you guys kept getting more known every passing day, reaching bigger milestones and gaining a bigger international fanbase, i couldn’t be prouder of you my jungkook.

but with this came a time also where it became harder and harder to have you by my side, leaving for longer periods of time and having a more hectic and busier schedule, yet you were quick to assure me that we would be okay, nothing would change our love for each other, and yet i knew that no matter what happened, i would always love you and cheer you on as you kept going in life.

jeon jungkook, our time together was the most beautiful thing in life, and i couldn’t be more grateful to the universe that it had allowed our paths to cross when they did. it makes me content knowing i had the privilege to be a part of your life and knowing i had the biggest honor of knowing there was a jeon jungkook who exists in this universe at the same time as me, who brightens everyone’s day by being himself, who has the biggest and prettiest smile that could make anyones day instantly better, you truly are the biggest blessing i had ever received.

during your time growing as an international artist, pictures and letters of each other became our only way of holding onto our memories, i hated that it was only paper hearts i had to remember you by, to hold you close by, but don’t think i could ever forget you, hoping you’d do the same and still hold a piece of me with you through your messages and printed photos you took on tour with you. but yet, i knew you’d be okay without me, being the born singer you were meant to be and exploring the world. because the world was yours, jungkook, you were meant to be put out there doing whatever you loved doing most, going into peoples lives and making it better, making people happy whether it was through your music or through your friendship, i know i’m a broken record but i will still always be your number one supporter.

i live through just our pictures now, trying to remember all the good times and remember how you made me be a better person, you made me so happy, and i only wish you’d be even happier now as well.

you walked right by that night, surrounded by your body guards, of course it was impossible to spot me when there was hundreds of fans and flashing camera lights pointed at you, yet part of me hoped you would know i was there to see you before your flight departed again going onto the next tour, but now i was just one in a million, standing there hoping to wish you a safe flight and hug you one last time, having lost contact with you from your company giving you new phones, moving a few cities away while i also moved out of our place because it held too many memories of us, you were no longer my jungkook, you were the worlds.

hey jungkook, i wonder sometimes, do you also keep the paper heart letters i used to send you? how about our pictures? did you keep them in a safe place like i did?

hey jungkook….. do you still remember me? do you still remember us ?

#bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fic recs #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #baby star candy #bts fic #jungkook ff

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almost-a-class-act · 1 year

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Fluffy Seasonal Prompts - December 10th

Christmas baking! That's it, that's the prompt.

Fandom: The Pacific (HBO) Pairing: Burgie/Sledge Author's Note: I'm so sorry, this one got a little sad on me. I am dealing with some trauma brain of my own at this time of the year and clearly I made Burgie wear it. I hope you enjoy anyway? I will be compiling my holiday fills and posting them together on AO3 after Christmas, where you can find me under roaroftheninth.

“This might,” Eugene says, doing a slow turn in the middle of the kitchen as though he is worried that if he moves too fast, he will upset something, “be too many cookies.”

Burgie wipes off his forehead with the shoulder of his shirt – the kitchen is a furnace, probably because the oven has been on without interruption all day – and he’s so distracted by studying the results of his handiwork that Eugene’s comment takes a moment to catch up with him. “What?”

“How many batches did you make?” Eugene asks.

Burgie puts his hands on his hips, and his gaze travels over the various cookie-laden surfaces in the kitchen as he tries to count. After the silence has gone on too long, he merely shrugs and returns his gaze to Eugene. “A lot. Why?”

Eugene has been paralyzed since coming home from overseas, which from the outside tends to look like idleness. It’s something that he knows is a privilege. Burgie came back and had to get right back to work on the farm, hitting the ground running as hard in civilian life as he had once done in the Marines. That had apparently suited him fine, so much so that when Eugene turned up, at loose ends and needing to get out from under his parents’ scrutiny, he had made the mistaken assumption that Burgie had a handle on it all.

And then, sometimes, Burgie has a moment or two to himself and he decides to clear out and paint the insides of the closets, or drag Eugene into the barn to kiss him in the pitch-dark like he’s on a mission from God to get the hurt out of the inside of himself, or apparently, bake dozens and dozens of cookies. That’s when the cracks show – when he has more than a split second alone with his thoughts.

Eugene remembers the first barrage they were under together, and the bleak realization that these men who were the veterans of many more battles than he were hardly less stunned and frightened than he was. It had been the leveling ground between them. He thinks that maybe something like it is happening again now.

“You know,” he says slowly. “No one would hold it against you if you didn’t… bake dozens of cookies.”

Burgie watches him for a second. There is no momentary flicker of confusion, no failure to understand what Eugene is really talking about. Damage recognizes damage, after all. “I don’t got a choice,” he says eventually. “I have to. For the old man. For the kid.”

“You can’t keep it out forever,” Eugene warns, grim and knowing, though he is not an expert on this, by any means. Anything he can do for Burgie is no different than one Marine grabbing another by the back of the shirt when the world is collapsing around them and dragging him somewhere that he thinks might be a refuge, even though there are no promises of that.

“If it weren’t this, it’d be drinking.” Something wracks behind Burgie’s eyes, like he’s come too close to a flame like that before. Like he’s hiding burns. “Cookies ain’t hurting anyone.”

There’s almost no warning before Burgie’s face twists in a way that Eugene hasn’t seen since they lost Ack-Ack, and Eugene only has to start to reach for him before Burgie almost collapses into him, wrapping his arms like a vice around his ribs and presses his face into the white collar of Eugene’s shirt. He’s not crying, but he can’t seem to catch his breath. Eugene holds the back of his head and runs his knuckles in a firm pressure up and down his spine, slowly.

I’m here now. I’m sorry I wasn’t before.

There are men like the two of them, no doubt, in almost every house in America. Eugene thinks about the last time he saw the Pacific islands disappearing behind him and the way he’d imagined that it would be the last time he would see them. Good riddance. He hadn’t understood yet that he would be covering those few hundred miles again and again and again, bringing the islands back with him. They are here now, specters in this little farm house kitchen, where they have no business being.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, aloud this time, and Burgie acknowledges it only by holding on tighter. Neither of them move for the space of time it takes Burgie to take one deep breath, and then another.

And then there is a sound outside, like a door closing from far away, maybe, and Burgie releases him. Eugene lets him go, keeping his own counsel as Burgie squeezes at the bridge of his nose, blinking away whatever he sees on the backs of his eyelids. Eugene doesn’t need to ask what it is. He’s sure he’d recognize it if he saw it.

“Huh,” he says, and likely because it’s easier, he surveys the kitchen again rather than looking at Eugene. “You were right. This might be too many cookies.” It doesn’t have the levity it deserves, but he tries.

“Now, hold on,” Eugene says. “Now that I’m thinking about it. Is there such thing as too many cookies?”

Burgie catches part of his lower lip under his teeth, raises an eyebrow in a facsimile of a shrug, and decides to go with it. “You know, when I was a kid, I did have a not-so-secret fantasy that being a grown-up meant you could eat cookies for breakfast whenever you wanted.”

“Well, I’ve got some good news for you, Burg.” Eugene reaches out and keeps his touch friendly, the grip on Burgie’s shoulder easily passed over as casual had they done it in the Marines. “I think it’s gonna be a cookies for breakfast kind of week.”

Burgie smiles, finally. “The kid is gonna lose it.”

“Like Christmas came early,” Eugene agrees. He gives Burgie’s shoulder a little squeeze, and then lets him go.

#HBO War Barely Coherent Christmas Chaos #the pacific #fanfiction #roaroftheninth #holiday prompt fill #christmas fluff

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anti-workshop · 1 year

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I posted 246 times in 2022

That's 246 more posts than 2021!

41 posts created (17%)

205 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 85 of my posts in 2022

#iww - 22 posts

#union - 16 posts

#iupat - 15 posts

#antiwork - 13 posts

#worker cooperative - 10 posts

#worker ownership - 9 posts

#goncharov - 7 posts

#screen printing - 6 posts

#anti-work - 6 posts

#antiworkshop - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 93 characters

#i've literally been falling asleep pretending i'm in kings quest v for about 4 months now and

I sent 1 gift in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

I’m sorry y’all. Once I set up the store the floodgates opened and I had some time so I made some of the designs from my head and this is going to keep happening.

IF you wanted to buy this I’ll print it for you and ship it to you, if you would like that.

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Hi, we’re the Anti-Workshop, a worker-owned, union-represented cooperative. We operate a design and screen printing business that is democratically run through worker consensus. That means we decide when we work, for how long, what we do, how we do it and what is done with the product of our labor.

It is our belief that workers produce and reproduce all the useful value of our society. It is also our belief that the working class is not receiving its due share of the value we create together.

The anti-workshop comprises organizers, unionists and radicals who believe that the conditions of work—as they exist under the current economic and political system—are tedious, empty, abusive, exploitative and ultimately pointless for the majority of workers. We know we are not alone.

There is a growing movement of workers who want to re-imagine what work is and how we undertake it, who recognize that capitalism is designed to wring wealth out of our bodies and minds, and funnel it to the privileged elite of the owning and employing class.

We want to use what means of production we have access to (our printing press and our creativity) to provide materials for like-minded workers who are fed up and want to fight back.

100% of the profits we receive from this shop goes to the IWW Strike and Hardship Fund, a program of the Industrial Workers of the World.

Learn more about how we operate and how long your shirt will take to get to you and why, at the how we work page. If you need support organizing on the job, visit our organizing page or reach out.

Solidarity Forever!

142 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

I knew I had it! My dad’s old shirt from the original release. We used to watch our old VHS copy around the holiday season like a lot of families. It’s a little faded, but still looks pretty good. It fits me just like it did him 🥲

1,068 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

Ok, before I go through the trouble of actually making these things available for folks to buy, would you for real purchase the Gonch shirt that I made for a laugh? Wouldja?

Designing and printing it was super fun. Saw some people tagging that they’d buy one. It might be a way for the shop to survive the lean months coming up.

Anyway, keep Gonching, Goncherinos.

3,332 notes - Posted November 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“Time theft” is the boss’s term for not breaking our necks on the job to increase their profits.

If you’re not an EMT, maybe take a breather. Your job probably isn’t life or death.

https://anti-work.shop/

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HIII MERRY CHRISTMASSS MWAH MWAH!! i hope your holidays have been well :) ive been having so many thoughts recently and i just gravitate to your work when i feel like i need to empty my brain and just rot in peace HAHA anywayss to answer your question, here are the things ive baked this year:

strawberry galette---its easy and so good! you should definitely try it, you can use different fruits too!

vanilla sponge fruit cake---for my friend's birthdayyy, it was so fun decorating the cake with homemade icing with her

taylor swifts chai sugar cookies---my friends and i made them to celebrate getting tickets to the eras tour

strawberry shortcake muffins---absolute chaos, my friends and i did the blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge but 2 of us were deaf because theres 4 of us! muffins came out..edible

tiramisu---does this count because its technically no bake hahaha! turned out to be my most "popular" one. the recipe i use doesnt have alcohol so my aunt who doesnt drink is always asking me when im making it so that she can reserve a little box for herself :)

craziest thing is that i did all this without my own mixer or oven! im amazed that my love for baking has allowed me to connect with my friends more! but i cant be baking at their houses forever.. im super lucky to have gotten a mixer as a gift and my family is looking to buy a new oven :) theyre going to be getting sweet treats all the time starting next year! i also achieved a new years resolution goal of mine which was to bake at least 3 new treats!

aww its okay, maybe youll be able to bake when you have access to a nice oven :) oh yeah definitely take credit for that bread haha!! bread is a territory im super intimidated by so ive only tried it a few times. 2 of which had me kneading the dough for hours past my bedtime LOL also no need to apologize about talking about your bf HAHAH love that for you! im taking about my friends in these asks ALL THE TIME and its so funny when i think about it because its always the 4 of us girls doing random stuff together! but i love spending time with them and im sure you feel the same way with your bf too! have the merriest christmas pookieee i would love to know what youre doing this holiday season :)

love, 🍮 (ive yet to make pudding maybe ill try that next year hehe)

STRAWBERRY GALETTE sounds like the best thing i have ever heard of. omg have u had ur show yet?? was it amazing??

BAHAHAHAH the …edible sent me 😭 omg no bake tiramisu sounds amazing. pudding anon i am giving u a michelin star

i love hearing about u and ur friends!! i hope u all are having the most fun and laughing lots together :)

this is so late and i am terribly sorry but my friends (+ k) and i did a little roadtrip together which was a lil stressful but also very fun! and for new years i spent the day with my family and we had fondue :) and then my bf had to go to the er and that was very very stressful so then we spent a decent amount of time just cuddling in bed lololol and now i’m back at sch**l

i did receive a lot of very exciting vintage cookware and dishes so i am hoping to cook a bit for my friends but that’s for when i’m better :) thank u for stopping by!! love u!!

#ask n answer #🍮!

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toastiebobabear · 5 months

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TXT Fanfic

December came faster than the five boys could blink, leaving them little time to plan out all the things they wanted to do during the holiday season and having to plan stuff last minute, which stressed them all out yet managed.

They had all meet up at Yeonjun’s house, which the four of the five boys that didn't live there were currently outside the front door, arms full of wrapped gifts and whatever else they decided to bring and could carry, waiting for a certain someone to let them in as it was cold and they were starting to shiver from the cold.

“Hurry up, Hyung!” Taehyun had whined out, cheeks red due to the cold, gently knocking his foot against the front door as his arms weren't available, occupied with the many things he was holding in them. Behind him stood Soobin, Beomgyu, and the youngest, Kai, who looked like he was about to cry but it was most likely due to the cold and how Yeonjun was taking his sweet time opening the front door and letting them in.

After what seemed like forever, the front door swung open, revealing a male with orange hair that was damp, indicating he had just taken a shower. Stepping aside, the four boys walked inside, and gently sat down the stuff they had brought over. Offering a smile, Yeonjun led them over to the couch, then ran a hand through his somewhat dry hair as they all sat down. “Sorry for not getting the door sooner, if I had known y'all would arrive this quick I wouldn't have taken a shower before” he hummed, yet Soobin waved it off, shaking his head slightly.

“No need to apologize, we did head over rather early so it's on us” The second oldest spoke in a soft tone, the three others nodding in agreement, offering the oldest amongst them reassuring smiles.

After a moment of silence, Yeonjun hummed softly as he nodded his head, then his eyes lit up as he made his way out of the room the five had settled in before coming back, bags in his hands as he handed his friends one, giggling softly as he did. “I got everyone something to put on since we aren't going anywhere tonight” he spoke, changing the topic as they accepted the bag from him, looking at him then at the bag they now held, curiosity plastered on their face.

“Are they ugly?” Beomgyu chirped, looking up at Yeonjun, head tilted slightly as Kai snorted. Taehyun and Soobin just blinked at him, and Yeonjun looked like he wanted to strangle him yet he didn't.

“No, they are actually cute, Beomgyu” he hissed out, gently swatting him on the head. “One of you can stay in here and change, one can use the bathroom around the corner, and then the remaining two can go upstairs to decide who will change in the bathroom up there and who will change in my room” He added on, hands flying all over while he spoke.

“What about you?” Taehyun hummed, slowly standing as he grabbed the bag, the others following his lead.

Motioning towards himself, Yeonjun puffed his cheeks out. “Already wearing it” was his response, and he was. He had slipped into his little outfit the moment he stepped out of the shower and before he let his friends inside. What was he wearing exactly? A Frosmoth pajama set he found in the store when he was getting his friends theirs.

He made sure he got their sizes correct, don't ask him how he knew what sizes his friends wore, he just did. They were all Pokemon themed, specifically ice type Pokemon because he wanted them to all be matching in some way, call it cheesy, he didn't care. It was the holidays, he was allowed to be cheesy if he wanted to be.

Soobin claimed the downstairs bathroom to change, Kai and Taehyun made a mad dash towards the stairs, and Beomgyu simply blinked as he remained where he sat. Unable to stand before everyone else took off, which meant he would be changing in the living room. Slowly, he turned his head to the oldest, squinting at him as he pointed towards the hallway.

“Go” The brunette huffed, which made Yeonjun chuckle as he raised his hands into the hair, nodding as he made his way in the direction where Beomgyu pointed. “I'm going, I'm going. I don't wanna see you naked, calm down” he yelled out over his shoulder, causing the other to turn tomato red as he flung the now empty bag in his direction, only to miss.

It wasn't long before all boys came back, Beomgyu letting Yeonjun know he could renter the living room as they were the first two to come back, Kai entering a while later. They were just waiting for Soobin and Taehyun to return.

Kai was in Snom themed pajamas, and Beomgyu was in Spheal themed ones. The three of them sat on the couch, chatting amongst themselves as they waited for the two others who were talking their precious time.

“Yeah, Yeonjun this isn't…” A voice called out, walking back into the living room. It was Soobin, gently tugging at the collar of the Cubchoo themed pajamas he was currently wearing, eyes locking on Yeonjun's once he found them. It was silent for a moment, but then another voice came from right behind Soobin, it was the second youngest of the friend group.

Taehyun looked like he was getting swallowed alive by Glaceon themed pajamas, hands no longer visible as he fiddled with the cuffs that went past his hands, looking at the three on the couch then Soobin as he blinked innocently. “I think this was meant for you, Hyung” he whispered softly, eyes lowering once more as he continued to fiddled with the sleeves.

Beomgyu let out a snicker, “Yeonjun, looks like you gave them the wrong ones” the comment made Taehyun turn a bright red, and before anyone could say anything Soobin turned around, gently grabbed Taehyun’s arm and began to walk away, “we'll be back” he spoke softly, yet before he could move an inch Yeonjun was by them, pulling them into the living room as he shook his head.

“It's fine! One night isn't going to hurt, besides we aren't going anywhere so it's not long anyone aside from us is going to see you” He spoke, Kai nodding along with him as he offered his friends a smile. “Hyungie is right, just relax. I think it's cute that you two are wearing the others pajamas” the youngest spoke, a gentle smile on his face as he glanced at Soobin, then let his eyes settle on Taehyun who was still a bright red.

In the end Soobin and Taehyun found themselves on the ground, and the other three eventually joined them to form a circle around the gifts they were to exchange with one another. Beomgyu was bouncing, unable to contain his excitement because he was a child at heart, and Yeonjun and Soobin at one point went to make the group hot chocolate, and they all took the tiniest sips due to how hot the beverages were.

Kai declared himself the one to give his gift first since he was the youngest, to which Beomgyu tried to argue with him but he just ended up getting whacked upside the head by Yeonjun, who glared at him and that was the end of that.

Kai grabbed a weird shaped gift, and gently placed it in the lap of Taehyun as he beamed at him. The two were close in age unlike the others, so they were extremely close in a way. “Here you go, I saw you looking at it once and decided I should get you it” the ravenette explained, giggling as he leaned back, “I wanted to give it to you as soon as I got it but I held the urge back” he finished, nodding at the gift as Taehyun gently poked at it before looking right at Kai then the gift.

Taehyun returned the smile, rolling up the ridiculously long sleeves of the rather large outfit he had been wearing. Humming a soft tune to himself as he unwrapped the gift to reveal a pair of headphones, ones he had been wanting for a while now yet never seemed to be able to get them because they were expensive in a way.

With a soft gasp, he looked at the youngest, head shaking softly as he leaned over to give him back the gift. “Kai-” he began but found himself being cut off by said male shaking his head, gently pushing the pair of headphones back to Taehyun as he chuckled. “Hush, I want you to have them” was all that was said.

And that's how their night went, gifts being exchanged, tears of happiness being shed, giggles bouncing of the walls as they messed around with each other here and there, all while they enjoyed each other's presence.

Soobin got a brand new computer, one he had been needing since his old one suddenly stopped working. Yeonjun got a silly little phone case along with tiny accessories for it and some accessories for himself, Beomgyu got a skateboard despite not knowing how to really skate, but Yeonjun promised he would teach him, and Kai got a bunch of stuffed animals, probably way too many because he at one point became one with the sea of stuffed animals that surrounded him, making him laugh.

And that's how their night went, continuing on into the early hours of the following day until the five eventually passed out on the floor surrounded by wrapping paper and several gifts, slight smiles on their faces as they looked at ease.

#txt #fanfic #kang taehyun #hueningkai #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu

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