#and then my family is gonna be arriving for the holidays so I gotta worry ab that

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Here's the finished design I made for my family :> I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out!

anyway, merry chrysler to all that celebrate

#formline art #telekitnetic art #indigenous art #native art #moose #cardinal #I got secret Santa stuff to work on tomorrow #and then my family is gonna be arriving for the holidays so I gotta worry ab that #but hopefully I can make some more self indulgent art before uni starts back up again

[kuzann]

Escape from the Holidays

My Holiday Truce present for @deuynndoodles! Sam and Tucker get Danny away from the Santa argument for some much-needed relaxation. 💜 Also on Ao3!

Danny trudged his way through the fall season, doing his best to ignore the Christmas merch that was already showing up in stores by Halloween. Holiday creep was annoying in general, but for Danny it acted as an omen of things to come once December rolled around. As the weeks ticked by the knot of stress and anxiety grew in the pit of his stomach; the worst month of the year was approaching and there was nothing he could do about it. He would simply have to endure whatever misery the yearly argument brought just as he did every year.

December 1st arrived. The more restrained organizations of Amity Park at last began to put up their Christmas decorations. FentonWorks lit up in red, white, and green just like the rest of the neighborhood and, like clockwork, the Santa argument began. Danny was long past caring whether Santa Claus was real or not; the only thing that mattered was the fact that the argument made every single December a writhing mass of stress and mess cleanup.

Five days after the start of December he and Jazz sat in the living room after being summoned for a family board game, only for the Santa argument to overshadow everything before the game could even make it out of the box. Jazz hid her face in her newest psychology book while Danny glowered at his parents and wished he’d thought to grab his phone before his dad pestered him into coming downstairs for ‘family time’.

He was just checking his watch for the dozenth time when the front door slammed open. Sam and Tucker hurried into the living room, still breathless from running over. The sudden intrusion put a temporary pause on the argument as the Fentons turned to their new guests.

“Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, there’s a ghost attacking the docks!” Tucker said, still a little breathless from the run as he jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

“You gotta hurry before he gets away!” Sam added. “He’s trying to steal a bunch of shipping boxes!”

“No ghost is making off with holiday gifts while the Fentons are on the job!” Jack declared as he and Maddie drew their concealed weapons. They barged out the door past Sam and Tucker and out into the snowy night.

“Nothing stops the holiday argument like their mutual hatred of ghosts,” Tucker said with a knowing smile.

“Well, we better get going,” Danny grumbled as he stood. “So who is it this time? It’s the Box Ghost, isn’t it?”

“It is, but he’s not our problem tonight,” Sam said with a proud smile of her own. “Come on, you really think your parents can’t handle the Box Ghost?”

“Well since my mom’s out there I guess I shouldn’t worry...” Danny admitted with a small smile. He was already starting to feel a little better now that he didn’t have to witness the Santa argument. “We do need to figure out something for dinner now, though,” he added as he shared a glance with Jazz.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re coming over to my house and we’re ordering takeout,” Sam said.

“We call it Operation: Get Danny Away from the Stupid Santa Argument,” Tucker added with a grin. “And Jazz too, if she wants to hang out with us.”

“Well given that I’ll be all alone here after you guys leave...” Jazz began. “You’re sure you’re okay with me joining in? I’m not gonna cramp your style or anything?”

“Any Fenton who isn’t part of the Santa argument is welcome in my book,” Danny replied.

~~~

Sam’s parents were surprisingly pleasant when the four of them arrived; Danny was under the impression that they didn’t care for him or his family, and tonight he had the sneaking suspicion that Mrs. Manson was going to rub being a superior parent in his parents’ faces at some point in the near future because of all this. Jazz lingered to give them a full rundown of her college plans when they asked what she was up to as a matter of courtesy, which gave Sam ample opportunity to get her other guests upstairs and into her room without any further delay.

Her room was dimly-lit by warm red string lights she’d added recently. The effect was almost cozy, despite Sam’s likely intent of using them to boost the goth look to her room. It was certainly more calming than the sea of Christmas lights that decorated most of the city. The curtains were already drawn when they arrived, blocking off any view of the city beyond. Closed, comfortable, and warm.

“So what kind of food are we feeling like tonight?” Sam asked once they were safely in her room.

“Something other than pizza,” Danny replied as he flopped down on a massive black bean bag chair. “I think I’ve finally had enough pizza for a little while.”

“I could go for some Thai food,” Tucker added as he dropped onto the oversized bean bag next to Danny.

“I know a great Thai place.” Sam turned to a nearby bookshelf and took a binder labeled ‘Restaurants’ from it, then leafed through until she found the page she wanted. “Here we go,” she said as she took the menu from a sheet protector within.

“So organized,” Tucker said with a chuckle as Sam passed the menu to them.

“Well when you have dietary restrictions it helps to remember the places that can accommodate,” Sam said.

“Smart,” Danny said. He leaned in, bumping shoulders with Tucker as he read the menu as well. “Think I’ll pick the pad thai with chicken.”

“Red curry with beef for me,” Tucker said.

Danny leaned back against the bean bag and closed his eyes as Sam left to ask Jazz what she wanted. It was quiet in Sam’s room—soundproofed to keep her and her parents’ music tastes completely separate, for everyone’s sake—and no holiday music reached them here. He could almost pretend that this was just any other month and that he didn’t have another miserable holiday season to look forward to once he left. The ball of stress that sat sharp and heavy in his chest slowly began to unwind.

His phone buzzed with a received text. Danny opened his eyes and checked it: Valerie had made it to her grandparents’ house and was asking how he was doing. He smiled and texted back: [Glad ur safe. Sam & Tucker rescued me from Santa argument so doing good]

“Val checking in?” Tucker asked.

“Yep, she’s safe at her grandparents’ house,” Danny replied. Worry over Valerie staying safe on the slippery roads had been sitting at the back of his mind ever since she left the previous day, and it was good to have it resolved for now.

Sam returned with Jazz in tow. “Food’s ordered, now we just have to wait.” She strolled over and dropped down onto the unoccupied side of the bean bag. “Did I miss anything?”

“Valerie made it to her grandparents’ house,” Danny replied.

“That’s good. The roads are pretty treacherous this time of year,” Sam said. She stretched, then fell back against the bean bag, bumping shoulders with Danny. “She’ll be here next time we do this.”

“Next time?” Danny raised his eyebrows with the question as he looked at her.

“Yeah we were thinking once a week,” Tucker added. “Maybe more often. Depends on how stressed out you get.” He gave Danny a playful poke on the forehead.

“We couldn’t just sit back and let you be miserable for the whole season,” Sam said. “Besides, it’s nice to get a break from the holiday rush.”

Danny smiled, and he let out a long slow sigh as he sank into the bean bag a little further. “Thanks, guys.” He pulled the two into a hug. “This really means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it, dude,” Tucker said as he and Sam returned the hug. “So what should we do while we wait for the food to get here?”

“I found this card game called Five Crowns recently,” Sam said. “Let’s try it out.”

~~~

The Jacks were wild by the time the food arrived at the front door. Danny and Tucker were almost tied for last place with scores exceeding one hundred points while Jazz sat squarely in the lead with only thirty-five. With two hands to go there was still a chance that Sam could unseat her as the to-be winner, but only time would tell.

Sam brought the food up and the four of them sorted out their meals from the bag. They dug in, chattering all the while about school, video games, movies, future plans. The cards had been laid aside for the moment, to spare them the possibility of getting messy from the food.

Danny forgot the date after a while. It felt like any other night of the year, which was exactly what he needed. He was finally at ease as they set the remnants of dinner aside and picked up their game again.

~~~

Jazz won the game in the end, despite a valiant effort to defeat her on Sam’s part. Danny ended with a ridiculous sum of four hundred and twenty-six points. He didn’t mind. It was the simple act of playing the game that he’d enjoyed, win or lose.

With the game over they set about finding other ways to occupy the time. Sam brought up a new fantasy RPG she’d bought recently and asked if they wanted to do a joint save so they could enjoy the story together.

The three plopped down on the big bean bag chair again with Danny in the middle and took turns on the controller, laughing and riffing on the game’s sillier story beats and praising it for the things it did well. Meanwhile Jazz sat at Sam’s desk with a book open before her, a small smile on her face as she kept half an ear on their fun, chuckling every so often at one of their jokes.

Hours drifted past, carrying them late into the evening, and at last the three began to nod off. Sam and Tucker each rested on one of Danny’s shoulders, the book Sam had been perusing laying open across her lap while Tucker’s PDA had almost slipped out of his hand as he slept.

Once she was sure they were soundly asleep Jazz took a nearby blanket and draped it over the three, gently tucking the edges around them to trap in the warmth. Danny was truly fortunate to have such good friends. Getting him away from holiday stress was exactly what he needed, and with them whisking him away like this every few days he would be able to weather the season much better than he had in previous years.

Jazz tiptoed back to the desk and sat down again. She would wake them in a little while to take Danny home, but for now all she wanted was to let him sleep peacefully for as long as he could.

#Danny Phantom #phandom truce 2023 #DP Events #Phanfic #Danny Fenton #Sam Manson #Tucker Foley #Jazz Fenton #Fluff

[nerdzzone]

A Weary Holiday

Summary: When Madeline and Grace come down with a nasty flu, Chris has to take on the role of doctor.

Part of the Back To You series

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November 2022

Don’t come home. Thanksgiving is canceled. We’re both sick.

Chris was walking out the door towards the car waiting to take him to the airport when he saw the message from Madeline and his heart instantly sank. Her tone was bleak, her words were blunt, and considering they’d been looking forward to his week off since he’d last been home for a few days at Halloween, he knew that she must have been feeling pretty awful for her to make such an extreme suggestion. Eager to find out what was going on, he greeted the driver and settled into the backseat before quickly calling Madeline, but he felt his worry grow as soon as she answered.

“Hi, Chris…”

Her voice was croaky and the coughs that followed rattled in her chest.

“Oh, baby,” he cringed. “What’s going on?”

“We’re sick,” she stated the obvious. “Me and Grace.”

“Covid?”

“Not according to the tests,” Madeline assured him. “But there’s a nasty flu going around too. Half the girls were out of class with it last week, but one of them must have passed it on to me.”

“Shit, that sucks. I’m sorry, Maddie,” Chris sighed. “But I’m on my way to the airport so I’ll be home soon.”

“No, you can’t come home.”

Madeline’s voice was firm, but the wheeze that followed did nothing to convince Chris to stay away.

“What are you talking about? Of course, I’m coming home. I’ve got almost a week off so it’s perfect timing.”

“Then stay with your mom, but don’t come here.”

“I’m not gonna do that,” he insisted. “You need help, especially if Grace is sick too.”

“But what if you catch it? I don’t want to be responsible for causing millions of dollars worth of filming delays.”

“It’ll be fine,” Chris assured her, her concern putting a soft smile on his face. “I’ll drink some orange juice on the plane, boost my immune system a bit.”

“I don’t think any amount of orange juice will protect you from this,” Madeline huffed, but as the sound of a screaming toddler floated through the phone, Chris swore he heard her let out a whimper. “Grace is awake so I gotta go, but I seriously won’t be offended if you don’t come home. Save yourself, Chris.”

“That’s not happening. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Text me if there’s anything you want me to pick up on my way home from the airport.”

Madeline reluctantly agreed before hurrying to hang up the phone and tend to their ailing child, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts. Being away from home was always difficult, but being away at a time when his family clearly needed some support was even worse and he desperately wished that he wasn’t so far away.

-

It was suspiciously quiet when Chris got home. He didn’t want to call out and announce his arrival in case everyone was getting some much needed sleep, but even Dodger’s greeting was far more subdued than usual. His little face appeared to be clouded with worry as he briefly jumped up to lick at Chris’ face before trotting back in the direction he’d come from, looking over his shoulder as if he wanted Chris to follow him and as they turned into the living room, Madeline was so focused on rocking the baby in her arms that she apparently hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Hi,” he said softly, not wanting to disturb Grace if she was sleeping. “How’re you guys doing?”

Madeline turned at the sound of his voice, but despite the deep frown that slid onto her face when she saw him, her voice was filled with relief.

“You came home…”

“Of course, I did. Was there ever any doubt?”

“I told you not to,” she reminded him. “And you should at least be wearing a hazmat suit.”

If it wasn’t for how awful she looked, Chris would have chuckled at her dramatics.

“I’ll be fine.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” she warned him. “Whatever this is, it’s really bad.”

As if to prove her point, she’d barely managed to croak out her words before coughs wracked her body. The sound and the harsh movement disturbed Grace who pulled her face out from where she’d buried it in Madeline’s neck as she whined in protest. However, when she turned her head enough to see Chris standing in the doorway, tears immediately filled her eyes.

“Dada!”

His name came from her lips as a wail as she reached out towards him and he quickly strode across the room to take her in his arms. 

“Hey, Gracie,” he murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead before sharply pulling back. “Jeeze, she’s burning up.”

“I know, she’s so sick,” Madeline practically whimpered as tears welled in her eyes. “And I forgot to text you and ask you to get her some medicine.”

“It’s okay,” he assured her. “I stopped at the pharmacy anyway, just to be safe.”

“Oh, thank you,” Madeline sighed, visibly relaxing at that news. However, as Chris took in the sight of her flushed cheeks and the shivers that were trembling through her body, his worry was quickly rising. “We need to get her fever down a bit.”

“Yours too,” he insisted, reaching out to press his hand gently against her forehead and confirming his suspicions as he shot her a stern look. “You don’t look good, Maddie. How long have you guys been like this?”

“Since yesterday,” she admitted. “I woke up with a cough. It didn’t seem like much at first, but it got worse through the day and then Grace spiked a fever last night. We both went to bed early, but she woke up coughing an hour later and neither of us have really slept since then.”

Chris’ eyes widened as he realized how long they’d been struggling, patting Grace’s back as she coughed harshly in his ear.

“You should have told me earlier, I could have gotten an earlier flight.”

“I didn’t even think about it,” she shrugged, her eyes growing glassy once again. “I feel so awful, Chris. Every time she lies down she coughs so hard that she can’t breathe, but I’m exhausted and don’t have the strength to hold her all the time.”

The crack in her voice had Chris’ heart aching for her. In all the years they’d known each other and all the colds and flus he’d seen her fight, he couldn’t think of a single time that she’d actually admitted to feeling anything worse than slightly unwell so he knew she must have been feeling pretty horrible to actually admit it and there was no doubt that the exhaustion of staying up all night to care for Grace wouldn’t have helped.

Sliding his free arm around her shoulder, he pulled her tightly against his chest to press a kiss against the top of her head.

“I’m home now, so I can take care of Gracie,” he assured her. “You just focus on yourself and start by going to bed and getting some sleep.”

He expected Madeline to argue, but was relieved when - after a moment of silence - he heard a quiet “are you sure?” mumbled into his shirt.

“Absolutely,” he insisted. “You’ve done more than your share, you can’t take care of her if you let yourself get worse.”

“Okay,” Madeline sighed, slipping out of his grasp. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. Wanna grab the stuff from the pharmacy? It’s next to my bag.”

He nodded his head towards where he’d dumped his stuff by the door and waited for her to find the medicine he’d bought before following her into the kitchen. Rocking a still whimpering Grace, he helped Madeline figure out what to take and how much before sending her off to bed. However, as she assured him that she wouldn’t be long and she’d be back soon, Grace caught on to what was happening and lifted her head from Chris’ shoulder with worry on her face.

“Mama!” She cried, a fresh wave of tears bubbling to the surface and stopping Madeline in her tracks. “Mama!”

“I’ll be back soon,” Madeline frowned. “You can stay with Daddy, okay?”

“No!”

Grace dissolved into sobs as she struggled to get out of Chris’ grasp, but as her panic triggered another bout of coughing, Chris held her tight and urged Madeline to leave.

“She’ll be fine,” he insisted. “Just go, she’ll calm down once you’re out of sight.”

He could see how much it almost physically pained Madeline to leave Grace when she was already suffering so much, but in the end her own exhaustion won out and she reluctantly nodded and slipped from the room. Chris turned his attention back to Grace, still rocking her gently as he murmured all the soothing reassurance he could think of until she was back to quietly whimpering against his neck.

By some kind of miracle, Grace stayed calm long enough for Chris to get some medicine into her and he hoped that it would kick in quickly. He could see the exhaustion on her face and he was optimistic that if the medicine gave her some relief from her discomfort then he could help her get some solid, healing sleep even if it meant holding her in his arms for the next several hours.

-

At first, Madeline tried to ignore the hands that were gently shaking her.

But as she slowly gained enough awareness to remember why she was sleeping in the middle of the day, the fact that someone was suddenly trying to force her out of her slumber had panic gripping her heart and startling her wide awake.

Pushing herself up and flipping to face Chris where he sat on the edge of the bed, she tried to force out the words ‘what’s wrong?’ but the quick movement had her chest rattling as the coughs took over again.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he assured her, handing her the glass of water she’d left on the nightstand. “I just thought you might want more medicine for your cough.”

“What time is it?” Madeline croaked out when she managed to control her breathing. “How long have I been asleep?”

“About six hours and the cough stuff says you can take it every four hours,” he informed her. “You started coughing in your sleep pretty bad again about an hour ago so I thought it might be a good idea.”

He held out the little cup that he’d already portioned out and Madeline tossed it back with no complaints, eager for any relief that she could find as she seemed to feel worse and worse with every moment she was awake. Her head was spinning and every muscle in her body seemed to ache, making every cough agonizing as her tight chest fought against her.

“Thanks,” she sighed. “Where’s Grace?”

“Sleeping.”

“And she’s not coughing?”

Madeline didn’t have the energy to keep the shock off of her face and Chris smiled as he nodded.

“Not at the moment, but it’s been tough,” he admitted. “She seems to have about a forty-five minute window before she coughs herself awake.”

“Poor baby,” Madeline frowned. “I hate that she’s struggling and we can’t help her.”

“I hate that you’re struggling too,” Chris murmured, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 

She leaned into his touch and let her eyes drift shut again, but just as she felt herself start to drift off again, something else caught the attention of her senses.

“What’s that smell?”

“Soup, with chicken and vegetables.”

“You ordered soup for us?”

“No,” Chris informed her, the pride in his voice making Madeline crack open an eye to see the grin on his face. “I made it.”

Knowing that cooking wasn’t Chris’ strength or something he particularly enjoyed, the fact that he was putting so much effort into taking care of them - especially after the horrific night that Madeline had been forced to handle by herself - had her feeling almost overwhelmed with gratitude. It would have been easy and understandable for Chris to switch his plans and stay at his mom’s or sister’s house once he knew they were sick - he only had a week off in a busy filming schedule and staying at home meant missing out on Thanksgiving with the rest of his family - but she was so appreciative that he was willing to risk catching whatever they had to help them through it.

“That’s really sweet,” she smiled, pressing a kiss against his hand where it still rested by her cheek. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Chris shrugged. “I just hope it tastes okay. Carly brought over a recipe and all the ingredients for me when she finished work, but I haven’t tried it yet.”

“Did you pay her back?” It wasn’t until Chris answered her with an amused ‘what?’ that Madeline realized her question may have been a strange response to the information Chris had shared and she tried to pull her delirious brain together enough to explain herself. “I just know everything’s so expensive right now - even vegetables - and I don’t want to be inconveniencing everyone just because I’m sick.”

“It’s okay,” Chris chuckled. “You don’t need to be worrying about things like that right now.”

“Okay,” Madeline sighed, letting her eyes drift shut again. “Will you thank her for me?”

“Sure,” Chris nodded. “But why don’t you try and get some more sleep?”

Madeline could already feel herself starting to drift off when he made the suggestion, but knowing he’d put so much effort into making them something to eat, she felt a pang of guilt.

“But…soup?” 

It was the only words her brain could muster and she heard Chris chuckle again at her half-assed question.

“Are you hungry?” He paused while Madeline attempted to shake her head, but she wasn’t entirely sure she’d moved it at all when he continued. “I’ll leave it on the oven, it’ll still be warm whenever you’re ready to get up.”

Madeline managed to murmur a noise of agreement before sleep washed over her again.

-

The next time Madeline woke up - this time on her own accord - she felt far more alive than she had earlier that day. As she slowly sat up, her head started to spin but after taking a moment to breathe through it and assess how she was feeling, she had to admit there was a definite improvement. The smell of the soup Chris had made was still wafting down the hall and her stomach rumbled as she breathed it in and since that was another notable improvement from the lack of appetite she’d had in the last twenty-four hours, she dragged herself out of bed as fast as her weak body would allow in the hopes she could get some food in her stomach while she was feeling up to it. 

The exhaustion that she felt just from the short trip to the kitchen was a stark reminder of just how sick she was, but the sight that greeted her made the journey worth it as Grace was sitting up in her highchair with Chris carefully spoon feeding her some soup.

“Hey, you’re awake!” Chris smiled when he noticed her leaning against the doorway. “Do you want some soup? Gracie seems to think it’s pretty good.”

The pride on his face was heartwarming - especially when it grew even more as Grace agreed with a loud and enthusiastic ‘yum!’ - and Madeline nodded her head.

“I’d love some, it smells amazing.” She moved towards the stove where the pot was still simmering and scooped some into the bowl he had ready for her on the counter before taking a seat at the table. As she let her soup cool, she looked over at Grace and smiled as she noticed her cheeks were looking far less flushed and the dark circles under her eyes weren’t quite as pronounced. “She looks so much better than she did this morning.”

“The medicine really helped with her fever,” Chris nodded. “It climbed back up a little after a few hours, but it’s nowhere near as high as it was when I got home and her cough is still pretty rough, but she did get at least a couple of hours of sleep.”

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Madeline breathed a sigh of relief. “I was worried about you, Gracie girl. Are you feeling better?”

Grace looked thoughtful for a minute as she chewed the lump of carrot in her mouth before shaking her head.

“No.”

“Oh, dear,” Madeline offered her a sympathetic frown. “Well, is Daddy’s soup helping?”

“Yes,” Grace smiled weakly. “Yummy!”

“It is very yummy,” Madeline agreed as she took a careful taste. “You did well, Chris.”

The proud smile returned to Chris’ face as he thanked her for the praise and offered Grace another spoonful of soup.

“You’re looking better too,” he observed as he glanced over at Madeline. “And you seem a lot more coherent than when I woke you up earlier.”

“Do I?” Madeline laughed, only vaguely remembering their brief interaction. “Was I delirious?”

“Yeah, you were a little out of it,” he admitted. “But you were all cute and sleepy so that probably didn’t help.”

His use of the word ‘cute’ - especially considering it was probably quite generous given the state she was in - gave Madeline the usual rush she got whenever he complimented her and she bit back a smile as she cringed at the thought of what she might have said.

“Well, I do feel a lot better,” she assured him. “My chest is still tight and I ache all over, but getting some sleep definitely made me feel less like a zombie than I did when you got home.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but I’m sorry you guys had such a rough night.”

“It’s alright,” Madeline sighed. “I’m sorry that we’re kinda ruining your week off…”

“You’re not ruining it at all,” Chris insisted, his voice firm almost as if he was offended by the idea. “I’m happy that I can be here to help you.”

“Well, I appreciate it because I know it’s not ideal.”

“Seems kinda ideal to me,” Chris shrugged. “Obviously I don’t want you guys to be sick, but it gives us an excuse to just stay home, cuddle on the couch and watch movies for a few days without worrying about anything but you guys resting up and getting better.”

His words had a tired smile sliding onto Madeline’s face as what he’d described sounded like exactly what she needed.

“That sounds like a dream,” she agreed. “As long as her fever stays down then a few worry free days of relaxation as a family sounds like a perfect way to spend Thanksgiving.”

“It does, and Ma said that if you guys are feeling better then we can go for dinner next week before I go back to work, but there’s no pressure.”

“That would be nice. I did call her this morning in a panic to ask how to get Gracie’s fever down, but I didn’t even think about Thanksgiving at that point,” Madeline admitted. “Did you apologize for me?”

“I said we were sorry we couldn’t come,” Chris nodded. ��But she doesn’t mind, she gets it. Everyone was just worried about you two.”

Madeline was about to reply - telling Chris how grateful she was for his family’s constant love and support - but as he tried to offer Grace another spoonful of soup, it became clear that she’d had enough. The few hours she’d napped clearly weren’t enough to combat the exhaustion of being up all night the night before and her discomfort was clear in the scowl on her face as she roughly pushed the spoon away from her mouth, spilling its contents all over the tray of her high chair.

“Careful, Gracie,” Chris warned. “We don’t want to make a mess.”

His voice was soft and hardly scolding or harsh, but in her fragile state it was enough to have Grace dissolving into tears. The sudden deterioration of her mood surprised both of her parents, but Chris quickly leapt into action as he murmured some reassurance and apologized for upsetting her as he lifted her out of her chair. Her cough was quickly triggered by her hysterics, but as Madeline cringed at the harsh hacking sound, Chris took it all in stride as he patted her back and soothed her until she’d calmed down to a whimper again. 

Settling her on his hip, he used his free hand to swing open the fridge and grab the bottle of Grace’s favourite apple juice before pouring it into her sippy cup, topping it off with some water to cut down the sweetness and handing it to Grace. He did it all far more effortlessly than Madeline’s foggy brain could even comprehend and she felt another wave of gratitude that he’d come home to help them.

“I’ll take her to lie down for a bit,” Chris suggested as Grace rested her head on his shoulder, comforted by the drink in her hands. “I think another nap might do her some good.”

Madeline agreed and Chris paused on his way out of the kitchen to press a kiss against her head.

Once they were gone, she felt a slight pang of guilt that she wasn’t more able to comfort Grace in her time of need, but the pounding in her head was a good reminder that she needed to focus on getting herself better too. However, her inability to completely relax and be taken care of had her moving the dishes to the sink when she was finished with her soup and cleaning the mess off of Grace’s high chair. She felt weak and found herself leaning on the counter for support far more than normal, but she struggled on to rinse the bowls and she’d just finished loading them into the dishwasher when Chris returned.

“What are you doing?”

The words fell from Chris’ lips with a groan and Madeline shot him an innocent look.

“Just cleaning up the dishes.”

“You should have left them,” Chris frowned. “I would have done it.”

“I know,” Madeline smiled, quickly drying her hands before she moved closer to wrap her arms around his waist. “But you’ve already done so much for us today.”

“I’m happy to help,” he reminded her. “You should be resting.”

Madeline sighed out a soft ‘I know’, leaning into his embrace as he pulled her close and she let the warmth of his body sooth the aches that rippled through her. Chris had always made her feel safe. He’d been taking care of her long before they ever started dating and she’d always known that if she even implied that she needed help or support, Chris would move mountains to fix her problems in any way that he could. But despite how unwavering his support was, Madeline still felt like she fell in love with him a little bit more every time he rushed to her aide.

“Thank you,” she murmured against his chest. “For being such a great dad and an amazing husband.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Chris insisted. “I love you and I want to be here at times like this.”

“I know, but you always take such good care of us and I know how lucky I am to have someone like you.”

There was a moment of silence as Chris took in Madeline’s words before he leaned down to press a kiss against her hair.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“And I’d do the same for you,” she assured him before leaning back to flash him a smile. “But I can’t believe you actually made us soup…And I can’t believe that it actually tasted good!”

“Oh, wow,” Chris barked out a laugh, shaking his head at her disbelief. “I see how it is, you try to do something nice and it just gets thrown back in your face.”

“I’m not throwing it in your face,” Madeline protested. “I gave you a compliment!”

“Yeah, but you’re clearly surprised, which is pretty insulting.”

“Okay, but in my defense, your track record with cooking doesn’t exactly inspire confidence.” Her admission had a dramatic pout sliding onto Chris’ face - a look that Madeline noted he’d clearly passed on to their daughter - and she was powerless to resist as she quickly backtracked her statement. “Sorry, I don’t mean that, it’s just all the cold medicine making me delirious.”

Chris flicked his eyes to the clock on the stove before shooting her a doubtful look.

“It’s been too long for that excuse, most of the meds should be out of your system by now.”

“Then that’s what’s making me delirious,” Madeline argued weakly as a conveniently timed but genuine cough rattled her chest. “I’m so sick, Chris. Remember? You can’t hold anything I say against me right now.”

“Nice try,” Chris chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I guess I’ll let it slide this time, but you better be careful or I’ll never cook for you again.”

“You’re so dramatic.” 

Madeline’s words were teasing, but as they faded into a yawn, Chris’ protective side came out again.

“You need to rest,” he reminded her again. “You should go back to bed.”

“I just slept for almost nine hours,” she protested. “I should be able to stay awake for a little longer.”

“But you were making up for the sleep you missed last night,” Chris pointed out. “And you’re still sick. You’re weak and obviously still tired, you need as much sleep as you can get.”

“Fine,” Madeline huffed, knowing that - as much as it pained her to admit it - the thought of curling up in bed again was rather appealing. “But will you come with me?”

“Of course.”

Without hesitation, Chris moved his hands down to grip her thighs before effortlessly lifting her into his arms. At first, Madeline wanted to protest and insist that she was strong enough to walk to their bedroom by herself, but her need for comfort won out and she wrapped her legs around his waist for stability as she rested her head on his shoulder. It felt childish as she was well aware that he’d carried Grace to her bedroom in almost the exact same fashion, but the safety and security she felt as he held her was too hard to resist and she was very reluctant to slip out of his grasp even as he lowered her down onto their bed. 

Madeline snuggled down into the blankets as Chris slipped out of his jeans, but by the time he was crawling into bed with her, she could already feel herself drifting off to sleep. She fought it long enough to press herself against Chris’ side and rest her head on his chest, but her eyes soon became too heavy to keep open as she heard Chris mumble a soft ‘I told you so’ before she fell into another much needed sleep, feeling grateful to have such a loving husband.

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[pointless-soap]

Review - Public Goods

While visiting my family for the holidays, my dad told me that he had gotten me an Airbnb nearby his apartment. That way, my girlfriend and I wouldn't be sharing the couch with two rambunctious dogs. My girlfriend and I are very grateful for this, as we appreciate having our own space like this.

When we arrived yesterday, I took a look in the bathroom and noticed that the hand soap, the shampoo, the conditioner, and the body wash are all the same brand: Public Goods.

(I'm only including the one picture, because it's all you really need. All the other bottles are basically the same, but instead of saying Hand Soap, they say Shampoo, Conditioner, or Body Wash.)

First things first, I have to admit that the graphic design of the bottle does nothing to endear me to the soap. I'm not a huge fan of minimalist design. I think it's boring. I like clutter. I like when there's a bunch of little stuff on bottles. I think bottle's should have word searches and crosswords goddammit. This bottle has the brand, the type of soap, the volume, the slogan "It's all good", and nothing else. Where's the pizazz? Where's the fun? It's gone.

Hand Soap

Anyway, onto the soap itself. Despite the first impression, the hand soap is actually pretty solid. I don't mean in terms of matter. It is a liquid, don't worry. I mean that it does the job well. It doesn't really lather well, which is disappointing, but it doesn't clump up at all, it spreads easily, and it wipes away grime. It works! A good sign for soap. Not much to say for the smell though. It's pretty inoffensive, subtle, standard soap stuff.

7/10

Shampoo

Not gonna lie. It was pretty disappointing. Felt like I was just using the hand soap on my hair. It didn't lather, which is like the one thing I expect shampoo to do? There's gotta be suds in there, otherwise it's no fun. I even went and grabbed an extra squirt to see if maybe I could rub more in, and all I got was disappointment. Anyway, it's fine otherwise. Smells pretty nice, but again not like anything in particular. That's it. Also it pretty effectively killed my curls, but that's normal for shampoo. It's why I only really shampoo once or twice a week.

5/10

Conditioner

I didn't use the conditioner. I have curly hair and use a specific conditioner for it, recommended to me by my sister who went to beauty school and knows these things. I didn't want to completely kill my curls, so I just used that.

?/10

Body Wash

At first, I was optimistic. It came out of the bottle thick, which is great for a body wash. Smelled nice. Was a different texture than the shampoo and hand soap. Fantastic. Pretty quickly though, I became disappointed. I don't know if it's the brand or if whoever owns the Airbnb did this, but it honest to god seemed whatever down. Just fell right off like sauce off of penne lisce, the worst pasta noodle. I guess I'm clean, so that worked, but it was genuinely disappointing.

4/10 (Again, it might've been the owners who watered down the soap though, so if Public Goods wants to send me fresh bottle, they can DM me and I'll update the review.)

Summary

Public Goods seems to me to be a decent company. They talk a lot about environmentalism and sustainable practices, which I hold to be a very important topic. I hope what they say is true. But what it says on the soap bottles does not seem to be.

"It's all good" the soap bottles say, right near the bottom, in tiny print. I would say it's more like "it's fine" or "it works" because those are technically true.

But the hand soap was pretty good.

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[lonelinessinthemirrordimension]

Falling for An Eternal

Stephen Strange • She/Her Pronouns • Eternal!Reader • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries

Requested by: @accioptterv

“Be safe?”

“When am I ever not?”

“May I remind you what you fight for a living?”

“No thank you, Tony. Anyway…I promise I’ll be done by time of that stupid party you’re planning. I hope you know none of my family will drop by”

“Awww come on! When will I ever meet any of the other Et—-“

“Sorry Stark but I gotta go” the woman talking to the man of technology himself, hung up and started running toward the deviant across the frozen lake.

The children that were playing close by tried to retreat but given their environment, of course they slipped. As the deviant inched closer rising on its hind legs about the break the ice through them…the woman in hues of the earth ran up the deviant’s back forming a spear to wrap around its neck to force it back causing it to fall on top of her but that didn’t matter anymore. Unexpectedly causing the children to gasp when she pierced through its chest and pull herself right through.

She gave them all a worried look, ignoring the fact that she’s covered in the blood of the beast. The children focused on the way her eyes glowed, only for theirs to mimic and seconds later they ran back to the town to their families.

But the woman didn’t notice a small child that strayed from the group and witnessed everything.

“Are you a wizard?”

You’re lucky you’re a child “Better than a wizard” The woman smiles kneeling before the child. “How long have you been standing there? You didn’t seem to be friendly around the other children”

“They’re not friendly with me…Mom just makes me play with them to be “normal””

“Normal is overrated” She laughs. “But you should go back. Let her know you’re safe”

The child nods holding her stuffed tiger close glancing over to the dead deviant and back to the woman that protected her.

“What’s gonna happen to that?”

“I’ll take care of it sweetheart, but…” She frowns as she hated it sometimes, the child’s eyes glowed. “You should go find your mother. She must be worried sick” and with that said the child went running back toward the town to find her mother like the other children.

Finally leaving the mess and the woman alone to clean it up.

Frankly. She didn’t want to attend a stupid party hours later, but she promised her old college friend.

“Y/N!” Stark loudly announces her presence in the Avenger’s tower. Only making her blush out of embarrassment given the amount of people staring at her.

I wish I skipped this party… Y/N continues to feel anxious after the sudden announcement of her arrival as she makes her way toward Stark.

“So, how was the fight?”

“Really? That’s the first thing you bring up?”

“Well. You’re viral” Stark whips his phone out to show Y/N the video of her fighting off the deviant at a frozen lake in Canada. “What a way to celebrate the holidays”

“Can it, Stark” Y/N frowns taking his phone to see the video, knowing it won’t reach her parents but she still worries.

Her frown never goes unnoticed as Stark carefully lifts her chin to get her attention away from the phone. Then immediately boops her nose receiving her usual annoyed glare in response.

“Let’s get you a drink and to meet some of my friends in the hero business”

“I’ll hurt you if Kingo is here”

“You’re safe from any of your relatives” He laughs wrapping an arm around her shoulders directing her to the open bar.

“We were invited?”

“Yes, and I know for a fact Stark knows about this hero that has gone viral. I need to know more about their ability”

“…to an avengers holiday party?”

“Wong why is that so surprising?“

“Well I’m in my robes and you’re in a four piece suit. I feel weird” Wong gestures to their attire differences as Strange rolls his eyes separating from him to avoid any more conversation about their clothing and searching for the host.

Strange never found a window to talk to Stark as he was always talking it up to somebody. Even when he talked to Wong he couldn’t find his moment.

So he hugged the bar watching the party continue on waiting for a second of his time.

“Need a refill?”

“Yes, but I should really wait for Mr. Stark to stop engaging in conversation so that I can ask him something” Strange replies to the unknown voice thinking it’s the bar tender as he pushes his empty martini glass toward the sound. “Is he always this popular?”

“Uh. I assume so. Given he’s Iron Man” The voice replies as they start to make the drink even if they’re just mixing things together and pouring it in the martini glass.

As Strange picks up the glass that pushed into his hand to take a sip, he stops himself smelling anything but lemon and sets the glass down.

“Uh this isn’t—“ Strange stops when he locked eyes with Y/N on the other side of the bar. Taking a few mental notes.

It’s the woman in the video

She doesn’t know how to make a lemon drop martini

…and she’s gorgeous

“Uhm. You don’t make drinks”

“You didn’t tell me what your drink was…granted the bar tender before I appeared, walked away so he must’ve known”

“You are actually the one I want to see…more than Stark”

Y/N couldn’t help the blush that rose on her cheeks when she heard that from the rather handsome man before her. But it quickly faded when she thought a bit about it.

“The video?”

“Yes, but given that this is a holiday party. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable talking about it”

“But you wanted to talk to Stark about it?”

“…yes. Or more so get a meeting with the man because he’s sooo busy” Strange rolls his eyes once again receiving a laugh from Y/N causing him to smile and somewhat forget the reason why he’s there. “But I guess I could ask you straight up”

“Oh well I’m pretty busy until after the holidays. But I could find a opening for you…?” Trying to play with the joke only to realize…

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange”

“Y/N”

“Like Beyoncé?”

“Yes! Kinda like Beyoncé” Y/N smiles giggling a bit as Strange really felt something. “I was kidding about being busy, I live here but I have to travel a lot…to yknow”

“Protect the world from these…deviants?”

“You know what they are?”

“I’ve heard about the Eternals and their powers. Their stories within history across the world. Including the ancient text found in the books back at where I learned to be one with myself in a way” Strange begins. “But you have the powers of a few Eternals when original there are only supposed to be ten”

“I’m the daughter of two of them. Thena and Gilgamesh…But I have the powers of two other Eternals including my mother’s…are you in any way here to harm me because I can’t let that happen nor would Stark who’s gaze hasn’t left our position” Y/N whispers the last part to Strange as he turns around where Stark stood with Rogers and Banner watching his attention quickly turn away.

The doctor carefully rests his hand on top of hers to reassure her in a physical manner that he was in no way going to harm her. He was more so fascinated with her powers and wanted to know more about them. And not there.

But the two never left each other’s attention for the rest of the party as Y/N wanted to know more about what Strange knew about the Eternals and he wanted to know more about her.

“Remind me how you managed to sign me up for this?”

“We do these checks every now and then because we don’t entirely know what they are. But after talking with you a few times. We know exactly”

“Okay…so Deviants..but this also doesn’t explain why he’s here” Y/N gestures to Stark who joined them at the last second. Strange didn’t understand why either but when Stark heard Y/N is doing an investigation with the wizard, he just wanted to make sure they all come out okay. More so Y/N than Strange.

“Love being wanted. Anyway, if I could get a sample of this creature we could find a way to track it with science….” Stark states and walks away when he whispers. “And a few million dollars worth of technology”

Y/N rolls her eyes smiling at her friend before catching up with him leaving Strange to be a third wheel even if it’s his mission. Another reason why he didn’t want Stark around. He wanted to get to know her more.

“So what are we thinking? Kill it. Get its blood and specialize a tracker for it or what”

“Or you could go home”

Of course this was going to happen. The two arguing over what to do and Strange’s feelings getting in the way of Stark’s. But then it just became more of how they could find a way to track these beasts when the reality of it, Y/N was given a tracker made by her uncle Phastos.

Then the two were interrupted by the deviant roaring through. Causing Y/N to instantly run through the two tapping these emerald bracelets together and her attire shifted to her eternal defender attire. Stark instantly rose to the occasion, literally, and joined Y/N along with Strange but before the two landed anything on the deviant Y/N had it covered.

Mostly.

“Remind me not to meet your bad side” Stark jokes in Y/N’s direction, covered in the deviant’s blood as he goes to take a few samples while Strange snaps his fingers causing the deviant remains on him to disappear.

As the sorcerer was about to check what Stark was planning on taking, he heard a bit of wheezing from Y/N as she didn’t respond to Stark earlier. Which to the man in metal was a bit odd but the fight did take a lot out of her, more than usual.

Strange slowly approaches her watching her avoid eye contact at all cost. “Y/N, is something wrong?”

“No! No…nothing is wrong. All good” Y/N retreats back a bit soon meeting the ground as she scrambles to sit up while both of them approached her urgently. “Sorry. I got uh. Carried away”

Y/N is used to fighting alone or with her family. She never really fought with others that have different abilities that weren’t strictly what she’s used to. So when she tried to bury the deviant in the ground, Stark wasn’t informed of what she was doing and fired at the deviant forcing it out of her quicksand causing it to strike her in its flailing state. But Y/N didn’t realize she was hurt severely then and continued to stop said deviant. Resulting in Strange conjuring his whips that were riddled with a spell to burn within contact and Y/N caught the short end of the stick. Getting caught in it with the deviant making Strange stop and Stark to launch a grenade in the deviant’s mouth which resulted in them all being covered in its blood as it exploded.

Now the adrenaline worn off.

“You should’ve watched where you cast your damn fucking spells”

“This isn’t just my fault. You administered an explosive device when she wasn’t clear from the field”

“We don’t know what this beast could’ve done—“

“But she does! It was only supposed to be the two of us. I was only supposed to step in when needed. Then you invited yourself and now we are in this situation”

The situation being Christine, once again pulled into Strange’s bullshit, tending to Y/N wounds in a private room.

“You’re lucky it’s not as bad as it looks. Well it is bad. There’s a lot of blood loss but she’ll be fine” Christine reassures finishing up the last stitch before cleaning it up and tending to the burns on her left arm. “Her armor just…disappeared like nothing.” She states finishing up the loose bandage on her burns when Y/N started to wake up. “Hey—-“

“Please stop touching me”

Strange… Strange watches Christine immediately pull away as her eyes slowly stopped glowing a subtle gold returning to her natural eye color.

As Y/N slowly pushes herself to sit up on the metal slab they call an operating table, she turns to the two were just bickering about the poor girl and started glaring. She gestures for Stark to inch closer to her when she suddenly smacked him.

“Y/N! What the fuck!”

“I’m going to protect my best friend because so don’t trust this wizard guy” Y/N continues to glare as Strange immediately sighs out of annoyance towards Stark while he looks guilty thinking that conversation with Pepper over the one, wasn’t overheard.

Then the idea clicked to Y/N as she removed her bracelets giving one of each to both Strange and Stark before slowly bringing herself out of the bed ignoring the jelly feeling in her legs. The sudden drop being the result of such. Christine quickly helped her knowing she wouldn’t be in any mood to be helped by either of them.

“My uncle is going to kill me. But if you want trackers. There you go. Now fuck off and leave me alone…” Y/N frowns limping her way out of there with the hospital gown on.

Christine wasn’t going to let her leave the hospital in a gown or that’d be suspicious but she did give the two hard heads a confused look as she grabs the clothes she brought for Y/N, going to chase after her.

She shouldn’t have left the two alone. Strange quickly made a portal to the streets and pulling Stark out of there by the chest plate. “You don’t trust me?”

“Yeah. I don’t. It takes a while to gain my trust and I don’t know much about you besides what you used to be so don’t fucking be mad at me when I just wanted to look out for my friend”

“She’s years older than the both of us. She’s seen a thing or two so she wouldn’t let me do anything not to her liking. Besides, I wouldn’t do it either. I wanted to see what she does. Help if needed and you had to include yourself. You act like her father when she has one. You don’t have to protect her”

“Then what were you going to do if things went south Hm?”

Protect her

Without a second thought Stark landed abruptly on the very small balcony. Scaring the poor tabby cat by the sliding door causing the resident to approach the door. Only for him to be met with the same glare of hers from the hospital.

“You’re going to kill my cat, like last time”

“Your cat had an anxiety disorder last time. Regardless. Can I come in?”

“The suit stays outside”

Did I go too far? Strange continued to question his actions a few weeks after her accident as he does his usual maintenance around the sanctum. That when the door swung open, and Y/N found herself waiting at the end of the stairs not wanting to explore to find the sorcerer but it didn’t take him long to round over to the front finding her waiting.

“Hey, Strange…”

He didn’t hesitate for a second to meet Y/N at the end of the stairs quickly looking her over for anything as she stops his wandering eyes to lay on his chest where her hand rested for a moment.

“I’m fine if that’s what you’re wondering”

“I’m still…very sorry for what happened”

“It’s okay, I never worked well with others in combat so really it’s my fault for not exposing myself sooner”

“Still. What happened, shouldn’t have happened” Strange exhales the stress he’s been internalizing. She hates me. I wronged her. All the sweet jazz playing in his head of stress but her standing before him was enough to tune it out. “I should also return this” he unhooks the bracelet as it didn’t seem right to wear it given the conversation that lead to him receiving such.

But Y/N carefully folded his hand over it, revealing she was wearing the other one she had given to Stark. Simply leaving Strange confused on why he’s keeping the other.

“I didn’t…tarnish anything with Stark did I?”

“No! Ha! Strange you don’t have to worry about that hard head. He over stepped but he was just worried…” As much as Y/N wanted to kick Stark out of her apartment for the space she needed, he simply didn’t want Strange to take advantage of her for her abilities that simply don’t match anybody else. Strange would ever. But Stark just needed her to know why he was worried over his best friend, and if she needed him to I don’t know…hide a body if he overstepped, he’d be there in an instant. “But Uhm. I can work with just the one…you can also find me with the bracelet. My uncle is uh. Really a man of technology so…”

“I’m honored that you trust me with this.” He smiles warmly toward Y/N enjoying her company even if it was focused on what happened. But come on, Strange.

Don’t be afraid.

“So…this Strange” Gilgamesh confirms with his daughter about the man she’s been spending time with. “Is a wizard?”

“Oh you call him a wizard too?” Y/N laughs, picking up the the water basin. “It’s sorcerer…and his way with the mystic arts is completely different from ours” she continues as the two headed back to the house.

“Hm. And he got you here through a portal? What things is my daughter exposing herself to and should I be worried?”

“Nothing harmful and at least not more than usual…you know damn well I can defend myself if things were to go south” Y/N reassures while Gilgamesh groans from annoyance.

“I know. But you’re still my daughter. The second anything happens—-“

“His head will be on the other end of my spear if he ever laid a hand on you”

Never takes long for Thena’s version of mama bear to come out. But she also wanted to know more about how her daughter felt instead of jumping to conclusions unlike—

“When is your girlfriend returning?”

“She’s not my—-Wong, aren’t you supposed to be teaching?”

“You mean the session I so happily took for you because you have plans with said girlfriend that isn’t your girlfriend”

“Wong.”

“You’re allowed to be happy, Strange. You’ve spent time for months now. She even helps with teaching the meditation lessons toward students that had your patience when you first started. If she makes you happy, why wait forever to cherish that in a more romantic setting”

Strange stops walking with Wong causing him to stop and give him a confused look. “Since when did you become a romantic?”

“Well if you must know—“ Sorry Wong, the teacher you have fallen head over heels for back at Kamar Taj will have to wait. Strange’s phone ringing cut their conversation short.

“It’s her I’m sorry—“

“Strange” Wong grabbed his friend’s shoulders to make him look at him for his undivided attention. “If you like her, take the risk”

Both have been invited to another one of Stark’s parties, but more formal than the holiday one. Even if Strange finds any excuse to wear a suit. He asked Y/N if they wanted to go together and it didn’t take her long to say yes even if they had errands beforehand.

Talk to Wong

Talk to Mom & Dad

Clear priorities

Strange waited patiently outside of Y/N’s apartment after helping her back to New York and giving her time to get ready before reaching this moment. He felt his hands shake more than usual and he wouldn’t stop staring at the bouquet he had gotten her.

______

“Explain to me why they’re your favorite flowers?” Strange asks the eternal who’s lived on this earth for years and has seen plenty.

“What’s more to there to explain? I think they have a funny name”

“Dogwood?” Seriously.

“Yeah! I think it’s quite funny but they’re still a beautiful flower” Y/N smiles pressing her hands to the decreased deviant as she’s trained with Sersi before with her power but clearly the now exploded deviant guts all over the eternal clearly tells she hasn’t mastered how to use it properly. “This didn’t go as plan”

“It never does” Strange laughs at her current state as the cloak reaches toward her face taking care of the remains splattered on her face.

“So…what’s your favorite flower, Doctor Strange? Or are you a simple rose guy?”

“Roses are gorgeous, but I’d have to say amaryllis are my favorite”

______

Guess they both had the same idea

As Y/N opens the door revealing her in a gorgeous emerald bodycon dress holding a singular amaryllis in hand in a rose shade. She did text Kingo to see if he knew anybody that could find her the flower but instead he got someone to get it for her. That’s a story for another day. Meanwhile Strange conjured a portal to North Carolina where Dogwood is it’s state flower and got a small bouquet of them. His eyes haven’t left her person, admiring the dress she was in as she couldn’t stop smiling about how they accidentally matched with his tie also being the same shade.

“You…you’re gorgeous”

“And you’re very handsome, Stephen”

God the smile that hasn’t left his face only grew when Y/N called him by his first name and not the usual Strange or formal Doctor Strange. The two stood there for a while before either presented the other with their favorite flower and that simple sentiment made them both…

“I think I’m in love with you” the two said in unison as Y/N felt the heat rise to her cheeks bringing her bouquet close to her chest smiling even more than before.

“I should’ve said something sooner but I was afraid” Strange exhales as the weight lifted off of him after confessing how he felt.

“Well…we’re on the same page” Y/N continues to have that beautiful smile of hers as Strange extended his hand to her feeling her instantly accept. “So…how about we skip out on this party? Just have the night be for us”

Us Stephen smiles carefully tucking his favorite flower behind her ear, gently caressing her cheek.

“I’d love that”

#lonelinessinthemirrordimension #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader

[jungle-angel]

#41 from your Christmas/holiday prompt list with miles miller, miles and reader get new uniforms for the holidays at the El royale and miles is just so captivated by readers new uniform that he's speechless and reader has to snap him out of it

Oh my God!!!!!!! I mean it when I say I made giant heart eyes when I saw this one!!!! Of course I'll do it!!! (lol).

Miles still couldn't believe how hard it was snowing outside. Sure, Lake Tahoe was known for snow, skiing and everything else that came with winter, but it also meant that the hotel would be mobbed with guests staying for who-knew-how-long.

The doors to the hotel opened and in strode a family of eight, six children and two adults who Miles immediately gave a California room, handing them the key so they could shuffle off to their room and get warm. Behind them came Otis Miller, stamping off his steel toed boots and carrying Benny who had been bundled up in all of his snow gear and unable to really move his little arms.

"Jeez, it's colder than a witch's tit!!!" Otis exclaimed loudly.

"Dad, need I remind you that little ears are three feet in front of you?" Miles reminded him.

"Hey you heard alot worse when you were that age," Otis told him. "Remember when your Uncle Hank used to come and visit us?"

"Dad we're not gonna talk about Uncle Hank," Miles retorted.

Otis chuckled a little as he helped Benny undo his snow gear, hanging his little coat, hat, mittens and snowpants up in his little cubby hole behind the desk. Benny pulled his little boots off by himself before Otis put them away in the space below, leaving Benny to take off running on his little legs.

A loud *CLUNKC!!!* startled Miles and his father before Benny hauled himself up and waddled right to his father, his little hand pressed to his forehead.

"Benny you ok?" Otis asked him.

Miles took a deep breath, trying to get the shakes in his body under control before picking Benny up into his arms. It still to this day amazed him how Benny hadn't burst into tears like he had the first time.

"Miles is he ok?" Otis asked.

"Well, kid eats shit on a desk and doesn't flinch, so I guess he is," Miles answered.

Otis smiled and shook his head. "And you give me crap for my mouth," he chuckled.

Miles pressed a soft little kiss to the spot where Benny had hit his head, nuzzling his son's hair. "You're too cute for your own good," Miles chuckled. "And as soon as Momma comes down here, you're going down for a nap."

Benny babbled something Miles didn't have a hope of discerning when the clicking of heels on the stone floors signaled your arrival. "There's my handsome pair of boys," you said cheerfully.

Benny made grabby hands at you before Miles handed him off, placing a kiss on your cheek. "And where have you been all day Mrs. Miller?" he said with a grin.

"Bringing in the new holiday uniforms for the staff," you replied. "Don't worry, it's not the tacky ones in the Sears magazine my mother kept insisting we order."

"You think they'll look ok?" Miles asked.

"Come see for yourself," you replied happily. "But first I'm gonna go and put Mr. Man here down for a nap and I'll join you."

"Anyone out by the back doors?"

"Just Dan and Miguel," you answered.

Miles clocked out for the day and headed into the hotel kitchen where all the shipments were unloaded whenever orders came in. Sure enough, there was Dan Fitzgerald and Miguel Perez, bringing in boxes from a truck that had been parked near the doors.

"Today is a damn good day," Dan remarked as he brought the box out into the main lodge and setting it near the coffee maker. "New uniforms are comin in and we get paid at two this afternoon."

"Can I take a look?" Miles asked.

"Knock yourself out," Miguel answered. "We've gotta do dinner prep before Jorge comes back."

Miles had completely forgotten that George Lawson, the Texas oilman who had offered to take over the bigger runnings of the hotel, was due back later tonight with his family and asked that the hotel be decorated for the upcoming Christmas season.

Out of his pocket came the knife Miles had brought back with him after his honorable discharge from the Army. The damn thing had been a lifesaver, too many times for him to account for. He cut open the tan colored tape that had been holding it together and found the new uniforms all neatly folded, one on top of the other. Oh they were beautiful, red and gold with a little sprig of green and smelling of mint and fresh cotton. The women's uniforms on the other hand were a different story.

Miles looked up to see you making your way into the room, the smile on your face still broad and a lively spring in your step. "So what do you think?" you asked.

"They look amazing," Miles replied, taking you right into his arms and holding you close to him. "I can't wait to see you in one on Christmas Eve."

You giggled a little before you gave him a kiss again, the taste of cinnamon flavored coffee laced into his breath. "C'mon," you said. "Mai said she'd decorate the tree before Mr. Lawson came back."

Miles blushed and took you on his arm, the two of you heading to help the other staff members get set up.

*********************

Christmas Eve

Lake Tahoe, CA

The snow was still falling outside as more guests began to enter the hotel, the desk clerks checking in the guests and handing off the room keys for California or Nevada at the request of the room occupants.

"Baby you ready?" Miles asked as he buttoned up the jacket of his new uniform.

"Almost done," you chirped.

"Miles honey, ya'll remember, never rush a lady when she's dressin'," Mrs. Lawson told him. "It'll only lead to trouble.....or more fun in some cases."

Miles chuckled a little at Mrs. Lawson's little joke and her gentle old-southern drawl that had helped him through the days after coming back from the war. Her son, Levi and his wife Mai, had both came around the corner, him in his Army dress uniform and Mai looking gorgeous as ever in her green dress with the gold thread forming golden dragons.

"Miles is (y/n) done yet?" Levi asked him.

"Nope," Miles answered.

"Damnit," he muttered.

"That's exactly what I said," Miles replied.

"I hope she hurries," Mai said, fixing the amber hair pins in the bun at the back of her head. "I'm dying to see her in that new dress that came with the new uniforms. I would've worn mine but....."

"Mai, honey ya'll are off duty and ya'll look gorgeous either way," Mrs. Lawson told her. "Don't fret over it."

Miles tuned out the conversation between Mrs. Lawson, her son and daughter-in-law, hardly noticing the door opening before he turned around and saw you in your new red dress, your shoulders bare and the sleeves down to your elbows and a little diamond brooch pinned at your waist.

Miles's hand shot right to his mouth, stifling the cry that threatened to get out. Mrs. Lawson gasped out loud and so didn't Levi. and Mai, their mouths agape at your appearance.

"You.....I.....(y/n) I......" Miles stammered.

"Do I look alright?" you asked.

Miles was completely at a loss for words at how gorgeous you looked. His heart thudded in his chest and a chill went down his back. It took him a second to remember to breathe properly, let alone keep his knees from buckling.

"Miles?" you asked nervously.

Miles pulled you in quickly and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. "Mrs. Miller, do you have any idea how gorgeous you look right now?"

Mrs. Lawson and Mai both giggled a little bit, but you gave Miles a sly little grin. "Shall we go?" you asked him. "Your mom and dad are probably waiting in there with Benny and he's probably terrorizing the guests."

Miles made a face as he took you on his arm once again and led you into the main lodge where the guests were all milling about, enjoying the evening and the kitchen staff coming and going from the kitchen as they too enjoyed the evening, laughing and spending time with their own families.

"Merry Christmas Miles," you said before kissing his cheek.

"And the same to you Mrs. Miller," he said, fully returning the gesture.

#miles miller #miles miller x reader #bad times at the el royale #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

[thebisexualdogdad]

Reader's Max and Marcus Bakers cousin from New York and visits them over the Holidays. He meets Norah, Ginny and Abby in his first week there while helping Mrs. Baker with the cooking and Abby having the hots for him

Abby Littman x Male!reader

A holiday getaway in Massachusetts with your family was exactly what you needed after the shitty year you had. 

Your grades slipped so you got cut from the football team and to top it all off your long term girlfriend broke up with you. 

Max had helped you over facetime brush up on your sign language so you could talk with your uncle Clint before you arrived and she had noticed you seemed down. 

"Nothing a little time away with my favorite cousins can't fix," you joke after spilling your troubles to her. 

"Well if you need a rebound hook up there are plenty of girls here in Wellsburry for you to choose from," she tells you. 

"I like the sound of that," you laugh,"you're still throwing that new years party right? I'm looking forward to meeting this girlfriend of yours." 

"Yeah my parents are gonna be at some boring old person party with the mayor and we will be here getting wasted so you can forget all about your ex," she cheers. 

"Hell yes, I'll see you next week," you say happily. 

You finished up the semester and arrived at the Baker's on Christmas Eve, sleeping in Marcus' room. 

"So how are you and Padma?" You asked from your makeshift bed on the floor. 

"Oh we broke up," he said from his bed.

"Sorry to hear that, I know you liked her," you say. 

"We weren't really working anymore," he sighs, contemplating telling you the truth, "actually… we weren't working anymore cause… There's someone else." 

"Oh damn, I always thought Max would be the one to end up in a love triangle," you joke, "what's she like?"

"She's everything I'm not and that's why I can't stop thinking about her," he says, "but you can't tell Max." 

"Why? It's not like it's one of Max's friends," you laugh but Marcus is silent, "oh shit it's one of Max's friends… don't worry I won't say anything." 

"Thanks Y/N… it's nice to finally have someone to talk to," Marcus tells you. 

"Anytime," you say. 

It's a week into your trip and everything is going great, your ex being the last thing on your mind. 

Max had gone out with her friends catching up with each other after being apart for only a week and were bringing them by for dinner. 

"Y/N? You mean your scrawny cousin with the glasses?" Abby asked as the girls entered the house. 

"I ditched the glasses for contacts and I don't think I'm considered so scrawny anymore," you laugh stepping out into the hallway holding a mixing bowl as you stir the cookie batter. 

Abby's jaw nearly drops seeing how much you've grown since you were kids, her eyes particularly glazing over your biceps as you stirred. 

"So nice to see you guys again and you must be Ginny, Max has been raving about you for months," you smile. 

"Damn Y/N you got hot," Norah laughs. 

"Well thank you Norah," you chuckle. 

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes girls, made with the help of Y/N and his own secret cookie recipe for dessert," Ellen states. 

"The secret is M&M's," you whisper to Abby who blushes, "it's also the only thing I know how to make."

Throughout dinner Abby could barely make eye contact with you, much like Marcus and Ginny couldn't seem to do either, meanwhile Norah wanted to hear all about New York. 

"I would love to live in New York it's gotta be such a rush," she says. 

"Most days it is, especially trying to find a seat in a packed subway," you chuckle, "I'm glad to be away during the holidays. It's beautiful but full of even more tourists than usual." 

You try to start a few conversations with Abby but she always responds with one word answers. 

After dinner you're washing dishes when Abby comes in to grab a glass of water. 

"Is there a reason why you don't want to talk to me? Did Max tell you about the time I threw up on her lap at six flags? Or that time Marcus got a fishing hook stuck in my hand and I bled all over her new shirt when my dad and Clint took the three of us fishing as kids?" You tease. 

Abby gets nervous and looks at the ground, "we've just… both grown up a lot since the last time we saw each other." 

"If I remember correctly you, Max and Norah stole my pokemon cards and buried them in the backyard," you laugh. 

"Sorry about that," she says embarrassed. 

"Don't worry about it we were dumb kids," you tell her, "I'm assuming you'll be at the new years party?"

"Like Max would let me miss it." 

"I'll see you there then," you smile at her. 

You leave the kitchen and head upstairs to get ready for your nightly run, Abby unable to contain the smile on her face. 

"So… Abby isn't the friend you have a thing with right," you ask Marcus as you change into some clothes more comfortable for running. 

"No it's not Abby," Marcus assures you from his bed, "why, do you have a thing for Abby?" 

"What would a vacation be without a little romance," you shrug. 

As you make your way back down the stairs you see the girls watching a movie on the couch.

Abby catches your eye and you wave at her making her blush again. 

"Oh my god you have the hots for my cousin!" Max gasped once you were out the door. 

"I do not," she says back. 

"Then why are your cheeks redder than Rudolph's nose," Norah chuckles. 

"So what, he's going home in three days, it's not like anything could even happen," Abby sighs. 

"You can take a train to New York that's not so bad," Ginny says. 

"Ooh and we can go together when I go visit Sophie at college," Max says excitedly. 

"You guys are reading way too much into this," Abby says, rolling her eyes. 

"Well you better make the most of these three days then," Max grins. 

Max ends up inviting you to hang out with them at the mall the next day, her, Norah and Ginny conveniently losing you at the food court. 

"You know Max did this on purpose right," Abby says as you eat lunch, "she thinks I like you which I don't." 

"And here I was thinking it was because she didn't want to buy my lunch as a thanks for carrying all her bags," you laugh, "and for the record… I wouldn't mind if you did like me." 

Abby gulps which makes you smile and maybe you were starting to like her as more than just a holiday fling. 

You eventually find the others and Max makes sure to have you and Abby spend every available moment together. 

The next day you don't see Abby at all because the girls spend hours getting ready for the party. 

Max of course wants to make a grand entrance to her own party so you and Marcus are in charge of welcoming the guests which Marcus doesn't really give a damn about and is already drinking a beer in the backyard. 

The party is going strong when Sophie and her friends arrive around eight. 

"Sophie? So you're Max's girlfriend, she has told me all about you," you say. 

"And you're Y/N, she couldn't stop talking about how excited she was for you to visit," she tells you. 

"Yeah we haven't been able to see each other in a year, facetimes were getting old." 

"It's nice to finally meet you, where is Max by the way?" 

"Upstairs, wouldn't be Max without the dramatic theatrics," you laugh. 

"No it wouldn't," Sophie chuckles. 

You and Sophie spend the next twenty minutes talking, you tell her all the best places to go in New York when she moves there, Abby, Norah and Ginny finally coming downstairs to join the party. 

"You look beautiful," you tell Abby, handing her a drink. 

She takes a drink to hide her smile and the lights all go out, when they turn back on Max is in the center of the stairs striking a pose. 

People cheer and she saunters down, kissing Sophie as the party continues on. 

"Soo, what do you think," Max asks you. 

"Of your girlfriend or your dress because both are wonderful," you reply. 

"I'm so glad you guys like each other, Y/N is my favorite family member, he's way better than Marcus he should have been my twin," she tells Sophie, "come on let's dance." 

Max drags Sophie to the living room to dance and you look to Abby. 

"Want to dance?" 

She chugs the rest of her drink and nods, how she's going to make it until midnight with you she has no idea. 

You guys dance and drink and talk and dance some more. 

At some point you end up in the backyard taking a break, Marcus passed out in a chair bored of the party and a few too many beers. 

"Don't let Max see him or else she'll draw a dick on his face… again," Abby states. 

"God I miss them, I really need to come here more often," you laugh. 

"I think you should visit more often too," she says low, "for Max I mean." 

"Oh yeah… for Max," you grin, taking a sip of your beer. 

"It's almost midnight," some random party goer says from the door and the other teens head back inside for the countdown. 

"You want to go back in?" Abby asks. 

"We could… but I'd rather be out here with you," you say, scooting your chair closer to her. 

A few minutes later you can hear everyone inside counting from ten. 

When they get to one fireworks go off all around the city and you lean in, Abby meeting you halfway. 

You kiss her and there's more fireworks going off than just in the sky. 

"I don't want you to go home tomorrow," she mutters against your lips. 

"Then I better start planning on coming back here for spring break… and I don't think it'll take Max too much convincing for you guys to spend the summer in New York," you smile, kissing her again. 

The fireworks wake Marcus up who opens his eyes to see you kissing Abby.

"Way to go Y/N," he says quietly before nodding back off. 

#ginny and georgia imagine #abby littman imagine #abby littman x reader #x male reader #fic

[revengeisourlullaby]

Thousand Eyes

Warnings: Pro Hero Au, 18+, smut, unprotected sex, dom/sub-themes, overstimulation, begging, choking, oral (receiving), jealousy, hair pulling, claiming, slight breeding kink, fluffy ending

Shoto Todoroki x Female! Reader

Word Count: 7.4K

a/n: Happy Holidays everyone! I hope whoever comes across this is having a good end of the year and finding the positives in all the craziness. I have a few more fics in the works and will start pumping them out since I’m on break. Maybe I’ll start incorporating hcs, fluff only stuff, drabbles, etc and not just the long fics. Much love <3

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone waiting for Todoroki to arrive home from work. You had just finished fixing up dinner and he typically came home around the same time so the two of you could eat together. While switching from Tiktok to Twitter, you heard the front door click signaling to you that Todoroki had come home. Bringing yourself up from the couch you walked over to the door to greet him with a hug. You barely left any room for him to remove himself from his shoes before you wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into him. Todoroki looked down at you, smiling. 

“Hi, baby.”

Dropping his work bag off to the side he returned your hug, squeezing you a little tighter than normal. Pulling away from him, you moved back a bit to finally let him all the way through the door. 

“How was work today?”

Grabbing his duffel bag up from off the floor and bringing it into the bedroom you heard him respond from the other room. 

“Not too bad. Actually, it was pretty calm today, mostly patrol over anything.”

“Well, that’s nice to finally have a break of sorts.”

Walking back into the main room, you saw him towards the bathroom. 

“Yeah, it was a nice change of things. Actually, something else came up. I want to talk to you about it but I’m gonna shower first if that’s alright?”

Nodding lightly in response, you waved him off. Walking back into the kitchen you turn the burner back on the stove to give the dinner that you made some extra heat.

“We can talk about it over dinner.”

Hearing him hum an okay and disappear into the bathroom, you hopped back on your phone and scrolled through Twitter again. Mindlessly scrolling, you saw a post reminding you about your childhood. It was a meme regarding the Grinch and you went deep in thought about your life in the earlier years. Thinking about how much you loved the Christmas season, and how that film somehow brought your family together no matter the occasion. The memories sticking with you dearly. You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t seen your phone shut off or Todoroki slipping out from the bathroom. He was standing in front of you and you still hadn’t noticed him standing there. 

He walked up to you, placing his arm on your arm and his other hand finding his way under your chin lifting it slightly so you could look at him. 

“Hey, my little ember. You there?”

He softly chuckled which brought you back to reality. Staring up into his eyes, you realized once again how beautiful he was. His hair was halfway dried, a few beads of water snaking their way down his strands. His brows were slightly furrowed in an attempt to silently understand what was going on in your head. Even though you guys had been together for a few years now, seeing him in front of you like this after you had zoned out and made the blood rush to your face. Making you heat up instantly.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. I was just thinking about old memories and got lost in them. You uh, you ready to eat?”

“Yeah sure.”

Grabbing two dishes from the cabinets you plated the food for both you and Todoroki. Bringing them to the table you turned back around to grab two glasses you turned around and asked him what he wanted to drink. Bringing the two cups to the table you finally sat down and the two of you began to eat. Swallowing you looked up at Todoroki.

“So what was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh! Yeah, I completely forgot.”

Taking another bite of food Todoroki began to speak through his mouth full of food. 

“So when I was leaving work today one of my interns informed me of this gala being thrown for all the heroes. I called Midoriya to see if he knew anything about it and it seems that it’s more festive than formal. Like a Christmas get-together. So, this is a long-winded answer of me asking if you’d want to join me?”

Your mind was racing about what you were gonna wear to this gala because the last thing you wanted was for you to feel underdressed. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah! No, I'd love to go. I was just thinking about what I was gonna wear.” 

Chuckling softly, you rubbed the back of your neck, kinda embarrassed at yourself for being so vacant of reply for your boyfriend. 

“You’re always thinking about how you look...and I don’t understand why because you know you’re gonna be the hottest one in the room.”

“Sho! You’re gonna make my head big.”

“What?! It’s true. You’re too hard on yourself”

Shoveling another bite of food in your mouth you brushed him off

“Yeah, yeah I know but still I wanna look good. I can’t be next to you and then not put out. Can you imagine how that’d look?” 

Looking at him incredulously you were waiting for him to respond and when he did you wanted to slam your face in your hands.

“It’d probably look fine because you look fine regardless.”

“Shotoough-”

Exasperating at his response it caused him to let out a small laugh. Following suit with the small laughing fit, you shook your head and regained yourself. 

“So you said it’s kinda festive like we’re supposed to dress up?”

“I suppose. I’m pretty sure either way is fine.” he responded flatly standing up to go help himself to a second serving of food. 

“When is it by the way?” 

“Tomorrow.” he said, turning around to come to sit back at the table.

“Tomorrow?!” choking on your food a bit from the shock of this event being tomorrow. 

“Yeah..”

“Well, now I really have to worry about what I’m going to wear. Shit.”

Todoroki stayed silent noticing that you were deep in thought trying so fervently to figure out what you were going to wear to this gala. You didn’t want to disappoint but at the same time, you didn’t want to make it seem like a big deal for Todoroki’s sake. 

Suddenly, your eyes widened and you realized that you had the perfect thing to wear. 

“Todoroki! I got it!”

“Huh? Got what?”

“What I’ll wear for tomorrow!” 

Standing up from the table you walked into the bedroom speaking to him while walking away.

“Do you remember when I was making that Santa outfit but never wore it out because I was afraid it was too obnoxious? The one I based off that rich lady in the Grinch.”

Sliding the hangers to the side you were sifting through all your clothes trying to find this dress that you made a couple of years ago. Sliding over to the side of your clothes that you had your winter wear organized in you saw bright red fanned out on the floor of the closet. Bending down to pick up the fabric from the floor, your backside brushed up against something. Standing up with the dress in your hands you turned around to see Todoroki standing behind you. Holding the dress out to your side, Todoroki wrapped his arms around your waist. Your bright smile plastered across your face 

“Look! I found it. I’m gonna have to go get a petticoat tomorrow so it lays right but I think it’ll work well! And I can find you something too while I’m out.”

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary, baby. Wouldn’t wanna steal the show from my girl now would I?”

Dropping your arm that was holding the dress you wrapped your other around Todoroki’s neck. Threading your fingers at the base of his hair, massaging lightly into his scalp. 

“No, I guess not.” 

Smiling up at him, Todoroki lowered his head to meet your lips. Engulfing your lips in a tender kiss that warmed up your entire body. Every time he kissed you it felt like it was the first and you never wanted them to end. His lips were always somehow so soft and inviting. Pulling away and looking back up at him an idea popped in your head.

“Maybe we can just add a lil something to your tux then.”

With a small smile now on his face, he nodded his head in agreement. With a yawn beginning to dawn on him, your body followed suit against your will. A sudden wave of tiredness falling over you both. Stepping away from you, Todoroki began heading toward the bathroom. 

“Why don’t we get ready for bed? I have to get up a little early to finish up the paperwork from today’s shift.”

Nodding slightly you followed him into the bathroom beginning your nightly routine. You finished before Todoroki and walked back into the bedroom. You picked your costume up from the pool it was in on the floor and hung it back up in the closet. The cheeky smile that spread across your face was something that didn’t slide past Todoroki when he came back into the bedroom. 

“What’s got you smiling like that?” a breathy chuckled punctuated his question.

“Nothing really. Just thinking about how we’re gonna look tomorrow. I’m excited.”

Climbing into bed, you snuggled up into Todoroki as well as the sheets. 

“Well don’t stay too excited, you gotta get your rest.”

Placing a kiss atop your head you told each other good night and Todoroki shut off the lights. 

Waking up the next morning, you’d had gotten up a little later than you expected. You usually were able to catch him before he left. Throwing the sheets off yourself you stretched and tried to get yourself out of bed. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes you opened up your phone and when you saw the time the leftover sleep left your body and you started getting ready in a hurry. It was almost noon and you still had to go out and grab a boutonnière for Todoroki and a petticoat for your dress. You got ready in record time and left your home to get said desired items. You wanted to be back in time to do your makeup and get properly dressed up and not be rushed for the event. 

By the time you got back home, it was around 2:30pm. Who knew finding a mistletoe boutonnière would’ve been such a feat. Finally settling into the couch you let out a sigh a relief and your stomach let you know for the third time within the hour you should eat something. With a groan, you waddled into the kitchen and fixed yourself something quick to eat. Todoroki would be home around five so you had enough time to screw around a bit. After you finished up you looked at the clock and decided to start to get ready for the evening. 

With your speaker blasting Christmas music you were clad only in black lingerie and adding the final touches to your makeup. Stepping back away from the mirror to get a full look at your face you smirked at yourself and went into the bedroom to get your dress and everything on. Pulling up your red fishnets and petticoat you walked over to the closet to grab the dress. 

Slipping it on you fastened the belt and then bent over to grab your red heeled boots from the bottom of the closet. As you got the zipper up on the boots you heard the front door open, signaling that Todoroki just got in. You glanced over at the clock and noticed it was about 5:30pm.

‘Just in time’ you had thought to yourself. Todoroki called out for you and with a quick 

“In here!”, you let him know that you were in the bedroom. You stood up and straightened yourself out while looking into the mirror embedded on the closet door. 

“Wow.”

Turning your head to look at him you posed and smiled at him. 

“Ya like?” 

“Yes, my little ember. You look amazing.” 

You walked a little closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt heat travel up into your face as his gaze seemed to pierce through you. 

“I know what that look means, and you need to get ready, or otherwise we’ll be late.” 

Planting a small kiss on his cheek you walked away and heard a small groan come from him which elicited a chuckle from you. While you were waiting for Todoroki to finish getting ready, you were stuck in front of the mirror in the main room deciding whether or not you wanted to add the Santa hat or not. You decided to keep it on hand and just put it on when you arrived at the gala. You didn’t want an indent in your hair to be too noticeable and if worse came to worse you would just have to fluff out your hair in the bathroom. 

You heard the clearing of Todoroki’s throat and you looked behind you. He always looked so good in anything he was in. His black tuxedo fitted nicely against his body and his hair was slicked back, a few pieces falling loosely in the front. 

“Well, look at you.” A cheeky smile following your words. 

“You like?” Todoroki wore a smug smile referencing back to how you greeted him earlier. Catching on you continued the charade. 

“Yes, very much. But, I have something to make it even better.” 

Walking into the kitchen where you dumped your findings from your outing earlier, you grabbed the mistletoe boutonnière. Going back over to Todoroki you began to pin the boutonnière onto the lapel of his tux.

“I told you I was going to find you something to make it a little festive. So now, whenever I come next to you a part of me will be under you. So I’ll just have to kiss you.”

Finishing pinning it onto his lapel, you looked up at him, his heterochromatic eyes seeming to sparkle with a new endearment to bestow upon you. 

“Very funny, now let’s get going.” He pressed a kiss on top of your head and you stretched back to grab your hat and clutch that you left on the counter and walked out the door. 

The drive to the venue was quiet but that was nothing out of the ordinary. What was though was Todoroki’s hand on your thigh occasionally squeezing at the plushness of them. You were smirking to yourself trying your best to keep your composure, but he gave your leg one particularly hard squeeze and you pressed your legs together out of habit. 

“You alright?” 

You could hear the smirk in his voice but you refused to give into him this early, you hadn’t even pulled up yet. Clearing your throat you fixed yourself in your seat

“Yeah, great actually baby.” Moving your hand onto his thigh closest to you you asked him, 

“You excited for it?”

“Yeah, I think it’ll be fun for the both of-” You had grazed your hand across his lap, running over his clothed sex to reach his other thigh and give it a squeeze causing his breath to hitch. 

“Guess I should’ve known that was coming sooner or later.” An airy chuckled left him but you knew that you had him right where you wanted him. Pulling up to the venue, he parked the car. 

Stepping out you grabbed your clutch and hat, staring into the tinted side window to place your hat where you wanted it. While checking yourself in your makeshift mirror, Todoroki came up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. Nestling his chin into your neck

“You look so beautiful, baby.” 

“I know, now let’s go in so everyone can see.” You knew where he was attempting to go with his compliments but at least wanted to experience a little bit of the gala before your makeup would be indubitably ruined.  The both of you walked up to the hall this event was being held in and you could hear Christmas music blasting. The doors of the hall were open so you knew exactly where to go. 

Stepping in the hall looked like a winter wonderland. There was soft blue lighting throughout, snowflake and icicle decorations hanging from the ceiling. Centerpieces on the tables were filled with snowbrushed branches and accents of green. And of course in looking at the scenery in front of you, you failed to noticed the mistletoe hanging above you and Todoroki’s heads until Midoriya came up to greet you guys. 

“Hey! Todoroki, Y/N, how are you guys.”

“We’re doing great, it’s really good to see you Izuku!” You moved to go and hug him but he backed away slightly. 

“I can’t step under there with you Y/N, Todoroki is right there.” A nervous laugh left him but the overtone of joy covered it up. 

“What do you mean?” Looking up you noticed the mistletoe and then glanced at Todoroki

“Oh, that’s what he means.” Todoroki verbalizing your thought. With a quick kiss to Todoroki you moved back over to Midoriya giving him a hug. 

“You’re still such a goofball, I love it.” As you two were giggling you looked over at Todoroki who signaled to you that he was being motioned over with some work friends. Giving him a nod you hung around Midoriya for the moment.

“You wanna grab a drink? They have this killer spiked eggnog, you can’t even taste the alcohol.”

Raising your eyebrow you lightly elbowed Midoriya

“Sounds like my kinda thing.”

While walking up to the bar, you noticed Bakugou hunched over scouring the floor of the hall. He hadn’t noticed you yet so you picked up your steps and called out to him.

“Hey! Kaachan!” 

An audible groan left his mouth, cutting through the music that was blasting through the speakers. You knew that nickname pinched a nerve in him and seeing his reaction killed you every time. You came up closer to him and enveloped him in tight hug.

“Oh c’mon don’t be like that. You know I can’t resist screwing with you.”

“Yeah yeah, now get off me.”

“Not until you give me a proper hug you dumbass”

Reciprocating the hug with one arm you stepped back and he finally got a full look at your outfit. Lifting his glass to his face he motioned to you

“Nice outfit.”

“Right! I finally had a place to put it to use to.”

Midoriya had chimed into the conversation now, “That’s the dress from the live action Grinch right?”

“Yeah! God I love that movie.”

Sitting up on the stool next to Bakugou, you asked for some of that eggnog Midoriya was raving about. You spun around so you could face both Midoriya and Bakugou while at the same time trying to spot Todoroki in the crowd of people. You spotted him chatting with Momo and a few other people that you assumed he’d done work with. 

You hadn’t noticed that Midoriya had walked over to Todoroki, you were too busy wrapped up in your thoughts at the moment. You sucked your teeth and a small sudden wave of jealousy was flowing over you. While in your head you turned your head to see your drink waiting on the bar counter and you took a big gulp of it. 

“God damn Y/N, did you even taste it.” Bakugou teased you.

“Yeah I tasted it. Midoriya was right saying you couldn’t even taste the alcohol. Shit is like juice.” You laughed trying your best to cover up your jealousy with alcoholic tendencies and low rate jokes. 

Bakugou noticed the quick change in your behavior and tried to follow to where your eyes were boring holes into. Once he saw Todoroki and Momo sitting a little too close for comfort he understood the current state of upset you were in. 

“Stop staring at it, it’s just gonna make you more upset. It’s probably nothing anyway.”

“Staring at what-”

“Todoroki and Momo. You couldn’t hide your emotions to save your life Y/N”

“Guess you’re right about that.”

Sighing you swiveled the chair back around ordering another glass in a piss poor attempt to keep your nerves at ease and not think about the scene in front of you. You trusted Todoroki and never even thought of him having ill intentions with you. 

You just felt a little competition with Momo considering they went to school together, she was stunning and he once had a crush on her that you found out not too long ago. It was all too much for you to process in the moment and Bakugou was attempting to figure out what to do to pull you out of your funk. Putting his glass on the counter he put his his arm on your shoulder.

“Look, you’re too pretty and look too nice to be feeling like this.”

Standing up he held his hand out to you and looked up toward the speakers,

“And by the sound of things, seems like it’s the perfect time to share a dance. So, care to dance with me?”

A small smile spreading across your face, you chugged the rest of your glass of eggnog and took his hand.

“I’m never gonna forget that.”

“Oh shut up.” Lightly laughing you trailed behind Bakugou leading you to the floor. Sia’s Snowman was coming through the speakers and you seemed to forget what it was you were upset about while swaying with Bakugou. He seemed to catch onto this and looked down to you only to be met with your eyes looking up at him with that of a doe. 

“Thank you.”

“Oh don’t start with that I just didn’t want to sit with someone mopey.” 

You nudged him while still swaying to the music

“Oh whatever, I’m still thanking you.” He looked down at you again 

“Try not to think about it too much. He’s still somehow ridiculously oblivious to things and doesn’t think about stuff like that too deeply. He doesn’t mean nothing by it. Wanna go get another drink and go over there?”

“Sure why not.”

Getting your drinks you walked over to the group of people you had become acquainted with through Todoroki. Old school friends of his that you seemed to flawlessly get along with. Walking in front of Bakugou you heard him mumbling about something. 

“What’d ya say?”

“Why are you walking in front of me?”

“Seriously?! That’s why you’re making all that noise.” You knew he screwing with you and you just waved your hand and walked over to the group. When you got there you noticed Todoroki wasn’t there anymore. Momo was the first to greet you out the group.

“Hi Y/N! How are you, it’s been so long.” She was also in a Santa dress but less dramatic than yours. She had a cute little santa hat headband to top it all off.

“I’m doing great! And you look gorgeous as always. This is a little off topic but do you know where Shoto went? I needed to ask him something.”

“I think he went to the bathroom. If you go to the back of the hall and turn left that’s where they are.”

“Okay cool, thank you. I’ll be right back!” You announcned to the rest of the group and they all nodded you off, acknowledging your absence. Walking to the bathrooms you went to turn into the hallway but instead turned into boyfriend. 

“Oh there you are, I just coming to look for you.”

His demeanor seemed unreasonably sharp and you couldn’t place whether he was mad at you or something else. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing why don’t you go hang up on Bakugou again.” 

Your face contorted in surprise and complete shock about how he was addressing the situation. He tried to walk away but you grabbed his wrist.

“Hold on, you’re not gonna jab at me like that then walk away. If it bothered you that much why didn’t you just come up and switch with him. I didn’t come up to you because it seemed like you were enjoying yourself chatting with Momo and everyone and I didn’t want to interrupt. That’s all.” 

“It’s a little hard to pay attention to a conversation when I’m focused on you dancing with another man, let alone it being someone I’m close to.” 

With that he walked away from you and back to the group from before. You watched him in disbelief, in absolute shock about what just happened. You took a deep breath and huffed walking back to group as well, instead when you arrived you didn’t sit on the couch next to Todoroki but rather leaned on the back of the couch standing over everyone. 

Looking up you saw Bakugou coming back with two drinks in his hands. He looked down at the couch and noticed Midoriya slumped out on the couch, unsure if he was sleeping or trying to focus himself on not making a mess everywhere. 

“Got this for him, but I think this is that last thing he needs so you can have it.” You smiled a thank you and continued chatting with everyone. You looked over at Todoroki who’s face was blank but his eyes held a fury that was unmistakable to you. You grabbed your phone out of your clutch to send him a text but he didn’t respond, let alone look at his phone. You sighed and excused yourself to the bathroom this time actually having to go. When you left you ran into Todoroki waiting in the hallway. 

“Hey…”

“Save it, we’ll talk about it later.” 

Mumbling an okay you walked back to the group slightly stumbling, all the eggnogs finally catching up with you. You took a detour to the bar to get a water to try and balance everything out. While sitting up at the bar Bakugou came up beside you. 

“What’s up with him?”

“He’s upset with me for dancing with you. Guess he does think pretty deeply about these things.” You rolled your eyes not having the energy to put more thought into your partners antics, knowing that if you did you’d completely ruin the rest of your mood. You looked up towards the group and saw Todoroki giving what looked like his goodbyes to everyone. You swiveled back to face Bakugou 

“This blows, but at least I looked cute while it happened.” Shaking your head you took another sip of your water. 

“That you did.”

You looked at him through your lashes, unamused knowing that he was part of the reason you were in the predicament that you were in. Chuckling to yourself you spoke one more time

“This will make for a funny memory in retrospect but right now I’m so over it.” 

The two of you were lightly laughing with each other when Todoroki made his way up to you too. 

“I’ll be taking her now.”

Whipping your head to him you couldn’t believe the way he was speaking.

“I’m sorry who the fuck is her?” The alcohol making you a little more loose lipped than normal as well as bringing your bubbling frustrations of the evening to the forefront. Bakugou snorted at the sight in front of him and got up from the bar

“See ya around Y/N. Call me.”

“See ya man.” 

Todoroki was glaring at the two of you and the ending interaction before he turned on his heel with your hand in his. Completely numb to the situation and with the help from alcohol you were almost a blank slate, not really thinking about anything that was going on. 

“Can you stop walking so fast, please, baby?” You were met with silence until you got to his car. Mumbling to yourself you didn’t think he’d hear you but to your surprise he did.

“If you’re gonna say something, say it so I can hear it.”

“Oh will you quit the act already. I was dancing with him I didn’t fuck him Shoto.”

“Sure looked like you wanted to with the way you were looking at him-

“-And I could say the same about you and Momo but you ain’t see me throw a fuckin hissy fit about it Sho! All up on her n shit, give me a break. Let’s just go home.”

You grabbed the door handle and let yourself in the passengers side sitting in silence when Todoroki got in and started the car. The tension in the car couldn’t be sliced with the sharpest blade, it was so thick it was almost suffocating. You took your hat off and fluffed your hair out in an attempt to hide that you were trying to get a look at him. His hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white and his veins were jutting out from his hand. 

You couldn’t deny that that sight alone was enough to send your mind spiraling elsewhere, but you couldn’t shake the guilty feeling that was beginning to well up in you. Pulling up into the driveway the two of you continued the silent treatment to each other. Walking inside the house you slipped off your heels, your feet relieved to be let out of their cages. You walked over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water but didn’t get the chance to make it to the fridge because Todoroki had come up behind you caging you to the countertop. 

“Sho, I don’t have the energy for this right now”

Moving his hand to your waist he spun you around to face him

“So you have the energy to pay attention to Bakugou but can’t give me the time of day.”

“Oh fuck you.”

Moving yourself out from under his arms you moved to go to the fridge but once again Todoroki interrupted you plans. This time it was with his hands around your waist pulling you into him. 

“I think you might want to rethink your choice of words baby. It’s not wise to upset me further.”

“What are you gonna do-punish me? Please.” Scoffing you tried to move away from him but his grip on you was tighter than you expected. All of this was too much and you were trying your hardest to keep your arousal at bay. You hated fighting with him but something about the way he was going about this was making your brain spark. 

“Is that what you want? Cause I think it can be arranged.”

“Actually what I want is for you to be an adult about this and to stop acting lik-”

“Shut up.”

“What?!”

Catching you off guard he pressed his lips against yours the sexual tension finally dispersing between you too. The frustration and anger of the situation being displayed through the fiery kiss between you two. Todoroki picked you up and placed you on the counter top, his hand trailing up your back and landing at the base of your neck, lacing his fingers into the bottom of your hair. 

Your hands planted on his chest pulling at the fabric of his jacket trying to bring him as close as possible to you. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck finding you sweet spot immediately. He sucked on it until it seemed like it would hurt if he did for a second longer. He moved down to the plunged neckline of your dress and attacked the top of your breast that was exposed. With an airy moan escaping you you found yourself giving up on fighting him.

“Sho~ baby please.”

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” 

You were almost caught off guard by his response but instead was caught off by him picking you up off the counter and carrying you into the bedroom. When he plopped you on the bed, his boutonnière fell on top of you landing in your lap. 

“Now would you look at that. Guess I have to kiss what under it huh? Scoot back for me baby”

Moving back, Todoroki ran his hands up and down your thighs. His lips began kissing up your thighs while he was squeezing the sides of them. When he came close to your heat he breathed on it, pressing his nose into your clit but instead of finishing the job he moved to your other thigh teasing you. 

“Shoto please, I need you. You can’t keep teasing me like this.”

Lifting his head up from in between your legs he looked up at you.

“For someone who is the reason why we’re here in the first place, what makes you think you can order me around like that.” Cocking his eyebrow he awaited your answer, but your answer never came because he was teasing your clit. Rubbing his finger lightly up and down between your folds you couldn’t focus on your words. 

“That what I thought. Now shut the fuck up and let me do my work.”

With that he ripped at your red fishnets creating a hole right where your panties resided. You went to scold him for ripping your tights but before you could say anything he had used his quirk to singe off your panties leaving you bare in his wake. 

“Now, I know you can’t stay quiet for long, but I want you to try your hardest to keep quiet for me baby. Okay?”

You nodded vigorously looking down at him. He took that as his cue and licked a fat slow strip between your lips. Your breath hitched but you kept your silence. When he began circling your clit that when his request became a little more difficult to complete. Picking up his pace he began lapping at your clit making you lose your composure. A moan slipped past your lips. You began bucking your hips into him signaling that you were close to you release, something you should’ve held out on because Todoroki stopped his movements. Bringing his head up to face you he smirked

“See, you can keep quiet. All night you’ve been running your mouth but apparently you only listen when my mouth is on you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, but please Sho, please I wanna cum so bad.”

“Don’t worry my little ember, I’ll let you get to your release. You just have to listen to what I say. This time make as much noise as you want. I want to know how good I’m making you feel”

With the tip of his tongue he licked a quick strip across your clit, making you squirm on your back 

“Fuck!”

Chuckling to himself he began lapping at your clit again. Creating figure eights you lost all your senses. You completely gave into him and couldn’t hold back. Moaning, you were writhing in tempo with his tongue lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Your drenched hole began to flutter and heat started to flow to the lower end of your stomach. 

Overwhelmed with your orgasm your body convulsed against Todoroki, but he didn’t stop. He kept thrashing his tongue against your overstimmed cunt. Panting and moaning you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to lift him away from you but he wrapped his arms around your hips locking you to the bed and his face.

“Shoto, fuck! It’s too much, I-I can’t take it.”

Instead of responding, Todoroki hummed against your pussy the vibrations sending you into your second orgasm. You screamed out Todoroki’s name unable to handle the stimulation running through your body. Todoroki finally lifted himself from your legs, staring at you like a predator does its prey.

“Didn’t know you could do that baby.” A smirk stretching across his face while he removed himself of his jacket and dress shirt.

“Do what-” You cut yourself off suddenly feeling a cold wet spot on the inside of your thigh. The realization of you squirting on his face threw you into a moment of embarrassment where you almost forgot he was in the room. 

“Baby, stay with me. Cause I’m not done with you yet. You have a lot to make up for for the stunts you pulled back at the gala. Don’t you think?”

Kissing you, you tasted the tang of yourself fresh on his tongue. You slid your tongue across his lip, asking for permission and he obliged. Your tongues danced a waltz that only you two knew the steps to. The fire from the both of you radiated off each other and fueled the jealousy ridden passion from tonight. Pulling away from you, he trailed his deft fingers down the valley of your exposed breasts and stopped at the belt of your dress.

“I think it’s time for this to go.”

Gently taking your articles of clothing off you sat up from your flattened position of the bed and pulled your arms from the sleeves. You wrapped your arms around Todoroki pulling him back into the bed and flipped yourself onto of him. You heard his shoes hit the ground and you began working on his neck. Sucking a small hickey onto the skin right underneath his collar bone. Grinding yourself into him you felt his bulge begging to be set from the confinements of his pants. 

Sliding yourself off of him you fumbled with the button of his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear. Taking advantage of your current position you were going to try your hardest to stay in control of it. Coming back up to kiss Todoroki you felt in between your legs for his length and positioned it at your entrance. 

His head was enough to make you go feral, making you want nothing but the rest of him. Hearing Todoroki’s breath hitch was just enough encouragement to push you to fully bottom out on him. The both of you groaned in pleasure at the sensation.

“Fuck you feel so good wrapped around me, baby. Feel good on me. Use me and only me. You’re mine and I’m yours remember that.” 

Though you knew what he meant, his last statement almost rubbed you the wrong way and brought back the frustrations from before. He was still bringing it up and you were getting sick of it. Rolling your hips back and forth on him you decided to use him to your full advantage.

Finding your rhythm you bounced up and down on his cock. Focused on your pleasure and also taking out your emotions on him. His moans were so blissful though that you couldn’t help but be intoxicated by him at this moment.

“Y/N, you’re so good, Fuck! Keep doing that ah~”

Feeling a sudden wave of confidence flood through you you decided to see how far you could take this position of control with him. 

“Yeah, you like that? You’re the only one that gets it. Not Bakugou, nobody but you.” With a ballsy move, you wrapped your hand around his neck and choked him. It didn’t last long though. Within a second you were flipped over, Todoroki hovering over you with sheer lust adorning his eyes. His hand wrapped around your neck, fingers pressing into the blood vessels on either side of your neck.

“Don’t say his fuckin name while I’m inside you. You think of me and only me. Understand?” 

Nodding quickly you recognized your reign of power was now over. Todoroki then slid his length almost all the way out before slamming it back into you kissing your cervix with blatant ferocity.

“Fuck! Sho! Fuck fuck fuck” 

Panting you were desperately looking for something to grab hold of. You shoved your hands into the sheets of the bed before slamming your nails into his back. The pace he set was vicious, clearly taking out his frustration on you.

“All night it’s been about him but right now I want all your focus on me. You belong to me Y/N.”

Grabbing your face he squished your cheeks together forcing your lips to pucker. 

“Look at me while I fuck you. Burn this into your memory of who makes you feel this fucking good.”

You looked at him and felt yourself about to reach your peak. Your fluttering alerted Todoroki to your climax and he pulled out.

“Sho, please. Please don’t do this to me again.”

“Hush and get on your hands and knees.”

Flipping yourself over, you pressed your face into the mattress and wiggled your ass in the air, waiting for Todoroki to line himself up with your sopping hole. 

“There you go, give me those hips. Ahh, fuck baby.”

Again his pace was unrelenting. The fat on your ass rippled with each contact of his hips.

“Come on, you know how to fuck me. Show me you deserve it.”

Todoroki tangled his hand into your hair and brought you up so your back lay flush against his chest. 

“I’m gonna dog fuck you, fill you up with so much of me that you don’t even have time to look at someone else without thinking of me. Every time you think of me you’re gonna think about my cum dripping out of you. Now, who do you belong to.”

“You.”

“Who? Sorry I didn’t hear a name”

“You, Shoto fuck! It’s you, it’s only ever gonna be you. Fucking hell.”

“There it is baby. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? That’s why you’ve been mouthing me off. Well, fuckin take it.”

Letting loose of his grip on your hair and submissiveness taking full control of you, you began whining into the sheets. His cock attacking your walls was sending you into a space of mindlessness. 

“Sho- please, please can I cum. I need to cum so bad.”

“Go ahead baby, squeeze all the cum out of me. I’m gonna make you mine in every sense of the word.”

His thrusts began to falter and became deeper and slower. With one final thrust, you came around him, your pussy dancing around his cock milking him of his seed. 

“Fuck! Holy-”

“Y/N shit~”

Todoroki stilled inside you, hovering over your body while you collapsed into the bed, exhausted mentally and physically. As Todoroki pulled out of you, you felt so empty but didn’t have the energy to move anymore. 

As if he could read your mind Todoroki picked you up and pulled you toward the top of the bed rest you on a few pillows. He stood up to walk to the bathroom and grab a warm towel to clean you up. Coming back into the room he kneeled down to your core, gently cleaning your sensitive areas.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, I’m okay, just keep doing that. It feels nice actually” Sighing you let your body fully relax into the mattress underneath you. Todoroki stood up and tossed the towel into the hamper and came back to lay on the bed with you. Giving your poor attempt at grabby hands due to your exhaustion he chuckled and slid next to you. Grabbing your hand in his he rubbed his thumb over the side of your hand.

You scooted closer to him moving his arm so you could lay your head on his chest. With all the attitude having left your body you were completely soft with him. 

“Are you still mad at me?”

Instant regret filled him, all of his actions from the night finally catching up with him.

“Y/N, I could never stay mad at you. Sometimes I don’t realize how much I ignore my emotions. I’m sorry for having you be at the receiving end of my frustrations. I just can’t bear the thought of losing you. You mean so much to me.”

“It’s okay, at least the sex was good. I would just hate you ever truly being mad at me and I wanted to make sure.”

“Y/N. I am thoroughly and undoubtedly obsessed with you. You’re my little ember and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I couldn’t ask for anything more in life because you’ve given me everything I could’ve ever wanted.” 

With a smile across your face and sleep beginning to take over your eyelids, you tried your best to stay up with him while he confessed himself to you.

“You know I’ll love you forever Sho.”

Todoroki looked down at you with a dubious gaze trying to pick apart your affirmation. 

“Forever?”

“Forever Shoto.”

“Good, because I could use a bit of forever in my life.” 

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[yikesharringrove]

Steve’s hands were fluttering about.

He was straightening Billy’s tie for the sixth time, adjusting the lapels of his jacket.

Billy had pulled his hair up for this. Went and bought a fucking suit, one where the pockets had to be slit open and everything.

“Relax, Pretty Boy. I can do parents.”

Billy can. He can schmooze and play pretend. He can talk golf and act like he didn’t wanna rip Steve’s little made-to-measure suit right off of him.

“It’s not actually my parents you gotta worry about.”

Billy was prepared for extended family. The annual Harrington Holiday party apparently brought them in from far and wide.

They were upstairs in Steve’s bedroom, biding their time, mostly hiding from awkward small talk with Steve’s parents until more guests and more distractions arrived.

“My brother Chris is out for blood lately. That’s what my sister Rachel said when she called yesterday.”

And Billy’s head spun.

Because brother and sister were not words he has heard Steve ever say before.

“Wait, you have a brother and a sister?” Steve’s eyes were wide when he looked up at Billy, chewing his bottom lip to shreds.

“I’m the youngest of seven.”

And that made Billy fucking falter.

“You- seven? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Oh Jesus, the big family portraits. Billy thought that was Steve’s extended family. He had thought aunts and uncles, little baby cousins.

“I’m the youngest youngest. Like, the closest one is Rachel, and she’s nine years older than me. All the others are two years apart, so it’s not like I’m close with them. I mean, Rich was fucking, nineteen when I was born.”

“So, Rich is the oldest.” Billy felt like he was in a pool of water, felt like he was being dragged deeper and deeper.

“Yeah. He took over the company a few years ago from my dad so he could retire. His wife is okay and they’ve got thirteen year old twin daughters. Then there’s Mark, and he did the military thing for a while. He lost a leg and was honorably discharged. He and his wife Ellie are super sweet, in case you need to hover with someone for a while. Then there’s Allison, and she’s a stay at home mom. She’s got four kids all under five years old. Her husband is like, a rocket scientist or something like that. Then there’s Chris, and he’s an asshole. He’s a lawyer and thinks he’s God’s gift to humanity. Don’t engage. Next is Joey, and he’s okay. Kinda quiet. He and his girlfriend, Claire, have been together for like ten years now, and Mom keeps trying to push them getting married but he said he doesn’t think they will. He’s a surgeon. I can never remember of what, though. Then there’s Rachel. She and Mark are the only ones that didn’t call it a phase when I came out, so again, if you need to hover, she’s a good one to do it with. She curates the Hall of Miniatures at the Chicago Museum.”

Billy’s head was fucking spinning.

“That’s, that’s a lot of information to take in there, Stevie.”

It kind of made sense, in a way.

The way Steve would get down on himself. The way his parents seemed to pay him no mind.

Accidental baby nine years after probably calling it quits. 

“Sorry. I didn’t really think everyone would be here. I was kinda hoping I could ease you into it with Rich and his family. They’re usually the only ones that come to this party. I think maybe my mom told them I was bringing a boyfriend and they all crawled out of the woodwork.”

“Are they-”

“They won’t be blatantly homophobic to your face. Well, my dad might. And probably Chris. And you know what, I wouldn’t put it past Rich either. The others won’t, but they totally think I’m just dating you as a cry for attention. Which, I’m not. By the way.”

Billy smiled weakly at Steve.

“We don’t have to do this, you know. We can hide sneak out the back door. Nobody’s gotten here yet.”

“I got this, Pretty Boy. Gonna be on my best damn behavior. Well, unless you want me to cause a scene.”

“Depending on how shitty this night goes, I may ask you to.”

“Just tell me when and where, Baby. And I’ll start be real loud and gay.”

“I wonder how aggressively we’d have to make out before my dad calls me disgusting. I can tell it’s on the tip of his tongue.”

“How ‘bout you just blow me in front of everyone and we can both get kicked out forever.”

Steve laughed softly.

Billy knew he would never even dare do something that could get Steve disowned, but joking about it made Steve loosen up just a little bit.

The doorbell rang, and Steve’s shoulders were stiff once more.

Billy rubbed them, digging his fingers into the tense muscle.

“Relax, Sugar. It’ll be okay. I can do this.”

Someone was calling up the stairs for them.

Steve took a deep breath.

It took about half an hour for the party to be in full swing. All of Steve’s siblings where there, their young children running around and being wild.

Billy was introduced to several of Steve’s dad’s old business partners and he put on his best fake smile each time he was referred to as Steven’s friend.

The real kicker came when meeting Steve’s brother Rich.

“So, you must be Steven’s friend?” Rich had an air to him that Billy fucking hated. But he shook his hand all the same. “Richard James Harrington III.”

Billy tired not to roll his eyes.

“I’m Billy Hargrove.”

“He’s my boyfriend.” It was the first time Steve had piped up about it, his gaze sharp as he stared at Richard.

“I’m sure he is.” Rich had one eyebrow raised.

For as much as he looked like Steve, he looked fucking nothing like Steve.

Maybe it’s how cold his eyes are, how his mouth sat in a permanent purse like he smelled something bad. He looked back to Billy.

“You know, I’ve been running our father’s company for a few years now, I bought it from him when I was thirty-two,” Steve rolled his eyes Rich bought it from him for less than an eighth of what the company was worth. He just liked to brag that he bought it, trying to make it seem like it wasn’t nepotism, without mentioning the special discount price. “We each spent our college years working at his company, and I keep telling Steven, even though he’s taking this little gap year of his, he should come join the tradition.”

Billy didn’t know if Rich knew about Steve’s not getting into college and was pretending it was his choice to take a year off, or if that’s what Steve had told everyone.

“Well, I think that’s up to Steve.”

Steve beamed at him.

“You do know he’s working at the mall, right?”

“Of course, go in there almost every shift. Put on about fifteen pounds of just ice cream this summer.” Which is probably true. Steve had been all over Billy’s tummy last summer, touching it and kissing it.

He was actually upset when Billy started working out more vigorously. I’m a lifeguard, Stevie. Gotta be topless all day. Can’t lose my abs anymore than I already have.

“So you two have been friends for a while, then.”

“Once again, boyfriend. For over a year now,” Steve chimed back in.

“Dick, leave the kids alone,” a pretty woman was making her way into the conversation. Her hair was long, died a dark blonde color. She pulled Steve into a tight hug, letting him go with a laugh only to hold out one hand to Billy with a smile. “Rachel. It’s nice to meet you, Billy.”

“Yeah, uh, you as well.”

Richard had gone all huffy.

“Don’t call me Dick.”

“Then don’t act like one. Leave Baby Steve alone.” Steve’s cheeks had gone a little pink. “Let’s get you both some food.”

She steered them away from Steve’s eldest brother, bringing them into the kitchen.

“Thanks, Rach.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it. He was on some shit about you pretending to date a guy.”

Steve rolled his eyes. He was pouring wine into two of the holiday themed mugs set out near a warm pot of apple cider.

“I forgot what an asshole he is.”

“Who, Dickie?”

Another one of Steve’s secret brothers had entered the kitchen. He smiled at Billy.

“I’m Joey.”

“Billy.”

“He’s my boyfriend,” Steve spat.

Joey raised both hands.

“Alright. Boyfriend.”

“Sorry, a bunch of people keep calling him my friend. I’m pretty over it.” Steve pushed on of the wine mugs into Billy’s hands, taking a long drink of his own. “And apparently, Rich is trying to out as not a couple? I don’t know anymore.”

“He told me he invited some chick from the office for you,” Rachel said.

Steve groaned and let his forehead fall onto Billy’s shoulder.

“Remember when you offered to cause a scene?” Billy shifted to wrap his arms around Steve. “You wanna punch my brother in the nose?”

“Yes, but like, I’m trying to refrain.”

“You promised,” Steve whined up at him, his face now buried in Billy’s neck.

“I did absolutely nothing of the sort. Quit pouting.”

Steve groaned. Billy rolled his eyes at Steve’s siblings still watching them.

“This is why he’ll always be our Baby Steve.” Rachel was grinning as Steve stood up to glare at her.

“I am close to violence.”

“Yeah, okay, Sweet Thing.”

Steve turned to glare at Billy while Joey snorted behind him.

“You know what? Let’s go back in there. But you owe me. Tonight you gotta-” Steve faltered, seemingly remembering the company of his siblings. “-gotta fold my laundry.”

“Nice save,” Rachel said through a laugh just as Joey moved to refill his own glass of wine, saying “That’s my cue to leave,” as he did so.

“Don’t see how I owe you, seeing as I folded your damn laundry every night this week.”

Steve’s cheeks went even pinker. Billy grinned at him, leaning forward to plant a kiss to that pretty flush.

“You boys best get back out there. Chris is headed this way.” Rachel was looking out the entry way into the kitchen from the living room.

Steve pulled Billy through to the other doorway, leading from the kitchen into one of the formal dining rooms.

“Chris is the shitty lawyer, right?”

“Yeah. He’s a defense lawyer. His last case was getting some big CEO out of a discrimination lawsuit. The guy fires all female employees that turn thirty-five or get married. And my brother defended that guy.”

“Oh, ew.”

Steve was pulling Billy through the house, leading him out towards the back yard.

He pushed open the sliding door in the sitting room, shoving Billy through before following quickly.

It was cold outside, a layer of snow on the ground.

Billy clutched his mug of wine and kinda wished he had some of that cider right about now.

There was a figure already out there, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the side of the house.

“Hey, Baby Steve.”

Billy kinda liked how Steve never corrected any of his siblings when they called him that.

It was cute.

“Hey, Mark.”

Mark looked the least like the rest of the siblings Billy had met.

His eyes were much lighter in color than the rich brown that seemed to be a Harrington trait. He had a thick beard.

He held up his cigarette.

“Don’t tell Ellie. I quit last year. These parties just make me, tense.”

“Yeah, I know the feeling. This is Billy. My boyfriend.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, but still shook Billy’s hand.

“Dad said you invited a friend.”

“Dad’s homophobic.” Mark huffed a laugh.

“Better steer clear of Rich, then. Word on the street is he’s trying to set you up with some gal from the office.”

“That’s what Rachel said.”

Mark took a long drag.

“So, you two been together long?”

“Over a year,” Billy supplied.

“Congrats.” He stubbed out the cigarette on the wall, flicking the butt into the frozen flower box. “I heard about the college thing. I’m sorry.”

“It was shitty. But I’m not mad at the time off. And Billy’s still a senior so I get to be around for him.”

“Yeah? You got college plans?”

“UCLA, early acceptance.”

Mark looked impressed. Steve had been with Billy when he got the letter, the one detailing his full academic scholarship.

“Mark went through West Point and stuff.” Mark just nodded at Steve’s words.

“But college isn’t for everyone.”

Steve seemed to deflate a bit at Billy’s side.

Mark could read him well, then. Because Steve had only expressed a few nights ago to Billy that he was thinking of not going to college, full stop.

“Don’t know what else I’d do.”

“You’re a smart kid. You’ll figure it out.”

Steve beamed.

The sliding door whooshed as it opened once more. Mark brightened as the short woman approached.

“What are you all doing out here?”

“Baby Steve’s all grown up. Got a boyfriend and everything. This is Billy.”

The woman, Ellie, Billy remembers, smiled at them both.

“Good for you, Stevie.” Her voice was really soft. “You boys doing okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just kind of-”

“A lot,” Mark supplied.

“We should give them a moment, then,” Ellie looked up at Mark. He swooped to kiss her head.

They held hands as they went back inside, Mark walking with a slight limp.

“You’re right, they’re nice.”

“You okay?” Steve was back to chewing on his bottom lip.

Billy reached out to press the pad of his thumb against it, pulling gently.

“Yeah, Pretty Boy. I’m good.”

“Sorry this is so overwhelming.”

“I’m okay. Really only Rich has been an ass so far. The rest are okay.”

“I just figured we’d have a little bit more time before it was the whole family. Or at least, we could do small doses.”

“Steve, I’m fine.” Billy pulled him into another hug. Mostly for his own comfort in the cold weather. “Plus, gotta get used to this holiday shindig.”

Sometimes Billy felt stupid, imaging a life with Steve, a whole extensive detailed future.

A Holiday party where Billy gets introduced as Steve’s husband.

They’re still kids, after all. Steve just barely turned nineteen.

And Billy still lives in dread that Steve is going to wake up one morning and realize he can do better than Billy.

But then Steve was planting a sloppy kiss to Billy’s neck, and pulling back to look at him with those big fond eyes.

“Let’s do one last round, and then steal some more wine and sneak upstairs.”

“Lead the way, Baby Steve.”

#baby steve #the only thing i care about #yikes writes #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove

[matsbarzal]

Time’s a Ticking || Matthew Tkachuk

Notes: anyways I decided to do matty and I found this long list of soulmate AU prompts so I know what I’m doing tonight yikes. so here’s a lil bit of a nervous/anxious matty even tho he refuses to admit it. hope you enjoy!!! let me know how you like it <3 

Summary: everyone is born with a dwindling time on their wrist. the moment the time reaches zero is when a person meets their other half, the person who makes them whole; their soulmate. 

Word Count: 3k+

10,584. 7 days, 8 hours and 24 minutes. 7 days until he’d meet his other half, the person that’s meant to complete his soul, be his better half, or whatever a soulmate is meant to be. Matthew wasn’t crazy about the idea of soulmates, sure, he was surrounded by people who were madly in love and happy and complete; but he was also surrounded by those people... the one’s whose time stopped, girls and guys who had a permanent marking of time on their wrist that would never move again.

He wouldn’t say he was a pessimistic person, but he had seen so many friends and family fall into a spiral after their soulmate clock stopped ticking, watched as their other half broke them without even meeting them. He wanted to be excited and optimistic but Matthew couldn’t bring himself to feel the same delight that his friends did on his behalf. Anything could happen in this 7 days, 8 hours... and 22 minutes now.

6160 minutes

You could feel the bump of the plane as it touched the ground. This was the one part of flying you hated the most, the anxiety and the bumping as the plane made its way down the runway towards its destination. You knew anything bad was unlikely to happen, but your nerves were on edge. All you could think about was the time on your wrist, the time that kept on ticking. It hadn’t stopped in your entire 21 years of life, and from the looks of it, you were approximately four days away from that happening.

Sighing, you listened to the claps from around you as everyone congratulated the pilots for landing the plane safely. Around you, people stood up and began collecting their belongings, grabbing their bags from the overhead compartments as the chatter continued in the cabin.

You politely smiled at the man beside you as he passed you down your bag, a quick “Thank you” leaving your lips as he gestured for you to walk in front of him towards the exit. 

Originally, you hadn’t had any intention of leaving Alberta for the holiday break, but your parents had practically begged you to come home for the holiday’s, citing the fact you had remained in Lake Louise for the last year and that they had only seen you once since you made the choice to unravel everything you knew by packing a few bags and moving halfway across the country to Alberta to work at some fancy ski resort in the mountains. 

It was originally only meant to be a few months worth of work, waitressing in Lake Louise at a 5-star resort that is, and then time kept going by, and the more and more you fell in love with not only the scenery, but the people. Everyone was happy there, tourists were always excited and polite, everyone just wanted the chance to see the Lake, skate on the Lake, whatever it was. No one was ever unhappy here, and you loved that. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the line in front of you continued to move quickly, people eager to get out of the cabin and get back into the fresh air that flowed outside. You could barely contain your giddiness as you stepped off the plane. You could barely believe how much you missed the province, missed your friends, coworkers, you even missed the tourists. Who would’ve thought?

After about 20 minutes of watching the carousal spin and spin and spin, you finally eyed your bright red, Flames red, as a lot of people reminded you, suitcase. Grabbing it, you hauled the bag off of the carousal and onto the ground. You were eager to get to your car, which you had already paid a good 500 dollars worth of parking for, and eager to get the move on the three hour drive across Highway 1 to Lake Louise. 

After four and a half hours of travelling, you knew this three hour drive was going to exhaust you. And with the temperature out in Alberta right now? All you wanted was your bed and a cup of piping warm hot chocolate to end the day.

4590 minutes

“Man, your face is already awful to look at. You really trying to ruin it even more right before you meet your soulmate?”

Before Noah could even think, a wad of tape hit the side of his head while exclamations went up around the room about the choice of target. “Whoops, guess my tape slipped... out of my hand.”

Matthew shrugged his shoulders, an innocent grin on his face as he stood up to grab the tape from beside Noah Hanifin’s locker. 

“No, but seriously, why are you getting into fights with three days left on your wrist? Don’t go and get yourself killed or something, they’d be devastated if they’ve waited this long for your dumb-ass just to have 4000 minutes tattooed on her wrist for the rest of her life.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Matthew ignored his teammates comments, choosing instead to run his finger across the always-changing number on his wrist. 

“It’s not like it matters anyways.” His words were barely above a mumble, but it was enough to spark the attention of his captain, who was quick to tell him to meet him in the trainer’s office after he was done showering and getting the blood that was currently dripping down his face, cleaned.

Obliging on his captain’s orders, he found Gio in the office, a tight smile the only warning that he was about to get ripped apart by the veteran. Gio was one of the lucky ones, he had barely been 16 when his clock finally hit the big 0. It made him an advocate for all the soulmate bullshit, constantly encouraging his teammates to wait it out, be patient, their time would come. 

“Chucky, buddy, we gotta have a chat.”

Quirking his eyebrows at the older man, Matthew nodded, “Well Gio, I kinda figured that one out buddy, unless you pulled me in here to look at my oh so pretty face.” 

“I’m serious. You need to stop with this constant bashing of soulmates and times and shit. I know you don’t like it and you hate the concept of soulmates and whatever, but you’re doing nothing but worrying the younger guys. These kids are constantly terrified their minutes are just going to stop and be etched into their skin.”

Subconsciously running his fingers across the number on his wrist again, 4530 minutes. Wonder what that is in exact time. Shrugging his shoulders, he was quick to apologize to his captain. “Sorry, G. Not trying to scare the kids, just getting a little... I don’t know? Worried? It’s getting too close, I don’t want to get like...  it’s not important, never mind. I’ll stop talking about times in the locker room. Sorry.”

Quickly tightening the tie that was now wrapped around his neck, Matthew raced out of the office before Gio could say something else to him. He eagerly grabbed his phone, wallet, keys and suit jacket before quickly making his way towards the parking garage, the only thing on his mind was of course, you.

2120 minutes

One whole day and just a few hours. You could barely breath as you ran your thumb over the little black number on your wrist. You knew it was inevitable that you’d be meeting your soulmate while working, the moment you looked at the work schedule when you arrived back from home, you knew you’d be stuck working during the time in which you were meant to meet you soulmate. You were giddy, sure. But what if they didn’t like you? What if whoever it was, was snooty, and rude, and didn’t like you for who you were?

“Y/N, you gotta stop thinking about it, babe. You’re gonna get your head stuck in a whirlwind of thoughts. Think about other things! Like... the Calgary Flames.”

Eyeing the blonde beside you, “Tell me Cassidy, why in the world, would I think about the Calgary Flames, instead of thinking about my soulmate?”

Your coworker shrugged her shoulders and gestured to the board behind your head. You had all been notified a day prior that the Calgary Flames had reserved a whole floor of the Chateau for the weekend. With your restaurant being directly in view of the Lake and the Mountains, you were expected to be the main dining spot for the team over their course of the weekend.

“Believe me, Cass, the last thing I want to think about is a bunch of hockey boys who are going to make me miserable the weekend where I’m supposed to be... not miserable.”

She winked at you, a teasing glint in her eyes, “Maybe one of those awful hockey boys has the same number on your wrist. Maybe Noah Hanifin’s your soulmate. God, I’d be so jealous, could you imagine being destined for that beautiful exhibit of a man? God, I’d climb him like a tree.”

Laughing, you wacked her with the towel in your hand as she continued to egg you on, gloating about how beautiful of a specimen Noah Hanifin was, and how she’d do just anything to crawl into bed with that man. Cassidy was always like this, bubbly, happy, positive. Her number had stopped moving 12 years ago, or so she says. She hadn’t been paying attention the day it stopped, the number etching itself into her skin permanently, to never move again. She was never negative about it, always saying that she hoped just the thought of her brought peace to her soulmate in their last moments. 

“Okay okay, enough about the Flames. I doubt it’s even going to end up being any of them, hockey boys and I do not get along. Especially the one’s that are just constantly bothering people, and that’s the entire Flames roster, so... let’s get back to work.”

440 minutes

One thing Matthew was sure of was the fact that he loved everything about the drive to Lake Louise. He wasn’t notorious for being a huge fan of the scenery around him, but something about the drive across Highway 1, the trees, the snow covered mountains, they all just faded together and created this picture in his head. It was hard to describe, there wasn’t anything specific to the picture, it was just joyful, it was happy, it was calm. Jesus, maybe he was just fucking crazy. 

A lot of people always said you feel more calm in the hours leading up to the first time you meet your soulmate. But he sure as hell didn’t feel calm. He was on edge, the scenery around him, albeit, it was beautiful, it was not calming him down. His leg was shaking, his foot tapping the ground beneath him on the bus. He could see Johnny giving him a look every time his shaking leg touched his teammates. He knew the entire team was frustrated with him. Two games straight, two 10 minute fighting majors. 

He was being a pest, constantly egging people on, trying to ignite arguments or fights or just some form of stimuli to get his mind off of the only thing it could stray to. You. He didn’t want to think about whoever the hell you were, he didn’t want to get his hopes up that maybe his clock would actually hit 0, maybe he’d actually meet his better half. Or maybe he'd fall through a crack in Lake Louise and never have to worry about it again... hopefully. 

“If you touch my leg... one more fucking time, I am going to sock you in the fucking face Chucky.”

Immediately pressing his heel into the ground, Matthew mumbled out a quick ‘sorry’ to the teammate beside him as he watched the trees continue to go by outside the bus window. The time was still changing on his wrist, every minute counting down as the minutes passed outside. There was barely any cell service on the drive up, so the only thing that could truly distract him at this rate, was you, and he hated that.

“Soooo... you excited Chucky? It’s gotta be the big day, no?”

If choking a teammate was legal, Matthew would already be wringing Noah Hanifin’s neck. 

“Yeah, delighted.”

“C’mon grumpy pants, you’re literally like what? 6 hours away from meeting the person who’s supposed to complete your soul... and you’re in a foul mood. Did Doughty crawl up your ass and die last night or?”

Grinding his teeth, Matthew tried to bite his tongue, refusing to lash out at his teammate, even though he so desperately wanted to. He wasn’t going to be the cause for a toxic locker room, especially over something as stupid as soulmates. 

It was obvious that something was going on, everyone on the team knew the time on his wrist equalled out to less than a day. Everyone could see how on edge he was slowly getting as the time dwindled down, but no one could figure out why he was getting more and more frustrated, why the excitement wasn’t shining through as the time continued.

“Why the hell aren’t you excited man? This person’s supposed to be the love of your life, and you seem like you couldn’t give two fucks if you meet them or not?”

It was too late, Matthew was exploding before he could even comprehend what he was saying. “It doesn’t fucking matter man, okay? I don’t give a shit about this soulmate bullshit. Everyone’s soulmate is gone one day anyways, what the hell does it matter if you meet them now? I’m gonna be aching at some point because they’re gone and I’m alone. Woohoo, I get to meet them today, woo-fucking-hoo. I could literally not care less, so stop bugging me.”

27 minutes.

It was all around, highly likely, that your soulmate had some form of connection with the Calgary Flames. Their reservation was scheduled for 23 minutes from now... and your wrist had that small number 27 etched on it as it continued to count down. 

“Wow... maybe your soulmate really is Noah Hanifin... I’m sorry for saying I’d climb him like a tree.”

A loud laugh left your throat as you watched a guilty smile form on your co-workers face. “Cass, I highly doubt it’s Noah Hanifin. It’s probably just a coincidence that their reservation time coincides with my meeting my soulmate time.” Cassidy gave you a knowing look as she walked away, a small smile on her face.

You were anxious, you couldn’t deny it. Every second that counted down, you were nervous, what if you weren’t good enough for them? What if they were embarrassed it was you? What if... oh god... what if they hated soulmates? What if they were one of those people who was willing to cut the tie, ignore the call, ignore the connection?

You refused to think about that, instead putting yourself to work, clearing the tables and plates of the previous occupants, you waved off the clearing crew, instead choosing to do it yourself. Anything to get your mind off of it. 

The Flames weren't the only occupants of the Chateau tonight, only taking up about half, you were able to still seat other tourists who were interested in the view tonight. 

That’s how you found yourself, 25 minutes later, your hand on your hip as you interacted with the group of rowdy guys in front of you. They were from Edmonton, and they were absolutely hammered. They were as nice as you could expect them to be, continuously flirting your ears off, as they tried to impress you with their... what was it? Accounting job? You couldn’t remember for the life of you, your mind solely stuck on the small number 1 now etched on your wrist. 

You were roused out of your thoughts at the feeling of a hand touching your waist. “C’mon sweetheart, you’re not even paying attention to us here. Take a shot with us, baby!”

You politely removed the offending wrist, a tight smile now etched on your face. “First, I would ask that you please don’t touch me. Second, I was most definitely listening. You boys want another round of beers, and 6 tequila shots. Unfortunately, I don’t believe the shots are the best idea, nor do I think the beer is, but I’ll definitely get you a glass of water.”

Spinning on your heel, you went to walk away but were stopped by the feeling of a hand tightly gripping your wrist, a small squeak falling from your lips.

“We don’t want water.”

“Please get your hand off of me.”

“Get us what I asked for then, bitch.” 

You were about to retort, a vicious snarl on your lips, but your words were caught in your throat as you watched a fist connect to the cheek of the man in front of you, a gasp leaving your throat.

2 minutes

This had to be a joke. He was apparently two minutes away from meeting his soulmate, and here he was, in an orderly fashioned line as him and his teammates made their way into the restaurant. He could barely breath, his pants felt too tight on his hips, he could feel the sweat seeping through his shirt. Thank god he made the choice to wear black. 

It felt like everyone’s eyes were on his, everyone was wearily watching the number on his wrist go down, as the obvious anxieties began to cloud his every thought, action, move... everything.

He tried to take his mind off of it, observing the restaurant as the team slowly made their way to their designated tables. There were a few other patrons, most of them caught up in their own world. One specific table caught his eye, they were a group of rowdy guys, maybe a few years older than him. 

Quite frankly, they looked like all around assholes. Looked like the guys you’d see from Wolf of Wall Street, and from the looks of it, they were really starting to irritate their waitress. Although, all he could see was your back, your posture was unbelievably straight, your hand on your hip as you inventively listened to the guys in front of you.

Matthew continued to watch you, something inside of him telling him that he just couldn’t look away. He had to keep looking. He watched as you turned your body, ready to walk to wherever your destination in mind was, but he instantly zeroed in on the hand that was now tightly wrapped around your wrist, a violent look on the man’s face.

He wasn’t moving on his own accord now, his feet were basically moving by themselves as they raced towards you.

“Get us what I asked for then, bitch.”

His fist was connecting with the other man’s face before he could even think. He heard the gasp from beside him, he watched the number on his wrist hit 0 the exact moment he looked at you, a look of shock on everyone’s faces.

“Chucky!”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m going to call the police you fucking curly-headed fuck.”

He could barely focus on the voices around him. You were here. You were literally right in front of him. Both of your numbers were at 0, he could see it on your wrist. He was literally staring in the eyes of his soulmate.

“Oh my god, you punched one of our guests.” Your voice was like bells to his ear, soft, delicate, everything he wasn’t... but god, you were perfect.

“I’m Matthew, and yes... I uh... I think I did punch one of your guests. I also think you’re my soulmate. Does it count as self-defence... if I punched him in my soulmate’s defence?” 

You laughed, trying to cover it up with your mouth as you watched your manager’s rush towards the now bleeding asshole at the table behind you. 

“I think I like you already, Matthew.”

#Matthew Tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #Matthew Tkachuk fic #NHL fic #NHL imagine #Matthew Tkachuk imagines #my fic #my writing #honest to god I wrote this in like an hour and a half #I dont even know if its good #it just feels so perfect to me #pls tell me if you like it

[mcheang]

Lila doesn't know that Marinette's parents own the bakery and thinks that she's just an employee. So, she tries getting Mari fired by acting like a Karen, complaining about the service, etc. Or, she just tells the Tom and Sabine about how Mari is a bully at school and other lies. Unbeknownst to Lila, one of her classmates or someone from school overhears and records what Lila said. Tom and Sabine either reveal that they're Mari's parents or she learns at school.

Nickname

I’m not gonna use the phrase “Karen”. It’s kind of sad that this name can also be an insult. I always liked the name ever since watching Mermaid Melody.

Everyone knows Chloé refers to Marinette as “Dupain-Cheng”. But how does Lila learn about it?

One morning, Lila saw Chloé lounging at her desk when Marinette rushed in, surprisingly on time for once.

Chloé held out her hand imperiously. “Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette huffed. “I have a name you know.” And she handed over a T&S box of macarons.

Chloé: your point?

Lila turned to Nathaniel. “Does Marinette work at a bakery or something?”

Nathaniel: You’ve never been to Tom and Sabine’s patisserie before? You’ve gotta go today. They are the best patisserie in Paris!

Lila raised a brow. “Wow, Marinette must be quite the baker to have gotten hired.”

Nathaniel shrugged. “Well, she’s still learning but Marinette comes from a long line of bakers. She’ll probably be a professional by the time we graduate.”

Lila hid her scowl. She had not forgotten her promise of war to Marinette. And what better way to start then by sabotaging her job? After all, Lila had only just returned and while the class was under her spell, they won’t be so easy to turn on their old friend just yet. A professional bakery on the other hand...

Lila visited the bakery after school, when she was certain no one from class would be visiting it.

Down there, Lila wasn’t that impressed by the space, though the decor was colourful and elegant.

She ordered a macaron. After having a nibble of the admittedly scrumptious macaron, Lila made a face.

Tom: oh, is something wrong?

Lila: oh, it’s just that this is my first time in Paris and I was looking forward to trying the pastries here. I’m a popular food blogger you see. I travel overseas for holidays and recommend what to try and what to avoid on my blog. My fans were so excited to see my food recommendations, one of which was the macarons. But after this, I’m disappointed.

A waiting customer in line heard what Lila said and started filming her. Lila didn’t mind.

Tom was worried. “I’m sorry to hear that. Normally our customers love our macarons. Perhaps it’s because you are not used to french cuisine?”

Lila but back a retort, and instead sighed. “I gave this place a try after Marinette recommended it.”

Tom: our Marinette?

Lila: yes, she kept pushing me to come visit your patisserie. Even after I said yes, she kept badgering me and even the teacher reprimanded us!

Tom raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound like Marinette.”

Lila: she also promised me a free box of macarons if I visited. But now I’m not so sure. I’m afraid this is a definite place-to-avoid for my blog.

Tom was now suspicious of this girl. Marinette never pushed for reviewers to visit their place. She never needed to. Their bakery was doing splendidly. And it’s not like Marinette to just surprise them with a strange blogger without leaving a warning message.

Lila was hoping her representation of Marinette would paint her as a horrible employee. And she wanted some free macarons too from a boss hoping to salvage his company’s reputation.

But Tom just crossed his arms and gave a cold smile. “I’m sorry you didn’t like our macarons. But you still have to pay for the macaron you just ate.”

Lila frowned at the man. “So rude. I should at least have gotten a refund for the horrid taste.”

Tom’s face turned stern. “If you refuse to pay, I will call the police.”

Lila rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a drama queen.” She handed over a bill. “Here.”

Lila stormed out, too upset to even enjoy the macaron in her hand.

When Marinette and Alya came inside, Tom called them over. “Marinette, is there a food blogger in your school.”

Marinette blinked. “Not that I know of. Alya?”

Alya shrugged, “Sorry. I don’t watch those.”

Tom: a girl came by today saying you had offered her a free box of macarons in exchange for her visiting. She also claimed to be a food blogger.

Alya: must have been a scammer.

Marinette: but how did she know my name? From the sound of it, she probably never came here before.

Tom: she had brown hair.

Alya: that’s it?

Tom scratched his head. “I’m not good at remembering people. But that’s the beauty of security cameras!”

Tom led them to the back where he showed the girls the Lila drama.

Marinette growled. “Lila!”

Alya: what the hell? You never go near her if you can help it, always claiming she’s a ...liar...oh.

Marinette: yeah.

Alya: well, I can see why you hate her so much now if this is her true personality. What a snob. Even Chloé doesn’t act like that.

Tom: so you do know her.

Marinette: Lila’s a new girl who likes to make up grand stories about herself and has somehow convinced our friends to buy her lunch.

Alya counted off her fingers. “Forgotten wallet, sprained wrist, allergic to the cheap menu items, donated all her allowance to charity...”

Marinette: which one did you pay for?

Alya: when she told me she was robbed. Ugh. That liar is going down!

Marinette: but Adrien thinks we should take the high road.

Alya: Adrien’s rich. We’re not! I’m busting her right now! Mr Dupain, may I film this scene?

Tom: sure. I have to get back to the counter to help Sabine.

But as Alya spread the footage to the class, another clip was being shared rapidly among Parisians.

The girls opened their messages to see a video link.

WHO IS THIS GIRL TO CRITICISE OUR BELOVED PATISSERIE?

It was the same scene, but shot from another angle.

The waiting customer was a fan of the patisserie and a regular customer. She was not pleased at hearing a supposedly famous blogger giving the shop a bad review from just one nibble. and Marinette was such a sweetheart, the customer didn’t believe the drivel that came out of Lila’s mouth. And so she posted this clip, calling Lila out on her rude behavior, and asking if anyone knows this so-called famous food blogger.

Alya eagerly replied.

This clip became so widely spread that it even made the evening news, told by Nadja Chmack, who had even interviewed Mrs Rossi and told her what Alya and other commenters have said.

Mrs Rossi was too stunned to give a comment and had retreated to her office.

Ironic that the diplomat had such a mob-rousing daughter.

Mrs Rossi’s public humiliation was perfect for akuma bait. She basically spent her time looking for Lila to confront her but was defeated before Lila even knew what was going on.

Mrs Rossi apologized to the heroes for doubting their ability.

When Lila came home, she was surprised to see her mother waiting for her. Were they actually having dinner together?

Not exactly. Mrs Rossi tore into Lila for her horrendous behavior and outrageous lies.

And because Mrs Rossi was in the spotlight for negligent parenting, she went for extreme measures. From now on, Mrs Rossi would call the school every day, once in the morning to see if Lila had arrived, and every evening to see her progress report. Lila’s allowance would be cut off since she had been cheating her classmates for lunch money. Lila would also be seeing a professional therapist regarding her behavior.

Lila was shocked and furious she had been exposed to Paris as a fraud. She was hoping for an akuma, but Mrs Rossi had realized her lecture would cause upset emotion so she had asked the heroes to keep an eye out while she lectured her daughter. Ladybug caught the approaching akuma quite easily. Chat Noir’s night vision helped.

Lila tries to claim she felt lonely but Mrs Rossi retorted that was no excuse for her behavior. Then Lila tried to blame her mother for neglecting her and forcing her to keep leaving behind any new friends she makes just because of her diplomat job.

Mrs Rossi paused at that. It was true.

“Fine. I’ll concede on that point.”

Lila brightened up until her mother continued. “You’ll be finishing one last semester here before I send you home to live with my parents. They’ll give you undivided attention (monitoring) and you’ll have friends for the long-run (which means if Lila gets caught for lying, she will face the consequences instead of moving away)”

Lila: you’re abandoning me again?!

Mrs Rossi: I’m going to leave you in capable hands. And it’s not like I don’t want to spend time with you, Lila. But someone has to keep a roof over our heads and pay the bills.

When Lila returned to school the next day, she scowled right back at the glares that came her way. Upon entering class, Chloé called out, “Look, it’s the famous blogger. Oh, wait, no, never mind. It’s just some bragging nobody.”

Adrien stayed silent. Alya had chewed him out for his advice and warned him he was on shaky ground. Yeah, Nino wasn’t happy with him either but defended his bro was unaware of the cafeteria activity since he was always at home for lunch.

When Lila sat down, Nathaniel drawled next to her. “Oh, did I mention Lie-la, that the patisserie you asked about is Marinette’s family business?”

Lila’s fingernails had splinters under them.

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[aredheadedmess]

Tangled Lights || KSJ (teaser)

Summary: Christmas time is a time of celebration and love. Not for battling head to head with the neighbor across the street in the brightest light show the town has ever seen. When push comes to shove, you’ll do everything you can to keep your family tradition alive—even if that means sabotaging the spirit of Christmas and the chance of making a new friend, or more.

Pairing: Seokjin x F!Reader (with a few cameos ;) )

Word Count (teaser): 560+

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Non-Idol AU, Holiday Rom-Com, Small Town USA (does that really count? lol)

Rating (teaser): G

Warnings (teaser): none!

Notes: First of all, thank you to @kookdiaries for the lovely banner! This is part of Cookies and Christmas Chaos of the Christmas in July collab (hosted by kookdiaries, @xiaokoo, and @kithtaehyung​)! The fic is based on the movie ‘Deck the Halls’. As my first ever collab, it’s been so much fun to write for! I hope you enjoy it!

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“I get that.” You can hear the quiet sigh he lets out. “But what about all this competition nonsense. Don’t you think you’re pushing it a little too far? Just because he did it doesn’t mean you have to as well.”

You chuckle lightly at Yoongi’s words, glancing away from the window. You know he is only worried because he isn’t and can’t be there to stop you from taking everything too far. That’s how it has always been. For as long as you’ve known him, Yoongi always felt like the older brother you never had. He was there when you needed him most, and even when he left for college, he was always a call away. You found it funny growing up; Yoongi was never worried about anything—even his precious collection of comic books that he always took care of—unless it involves you and the possibility of being hurt in the long run.

“It’s just a friendly competition, Gi. It’s not like I’m gonna let it take over my life.”

Yoongi hums, and you can only imagine the reluctant expression that crosses his face. “I’ll take your word for it. Just don’t forget that Christmas isn’t all about trying to beat someone in being better at something.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Though he couldn’t see you, you swat your hand through the air, waving him off . Suddenly, the doorbells rings, and you let out a quiet squeak in surprise. One that doesn’t get past Yoongi as you can hear him chuckle lightly into his hand. “I gotta go. My giant box of Christmas lights I ordered just arrived.”

“Y/N!”

His loud exclamation has you pulling the phone away from your ear. You laugh, getting a kick out of his—growingly vulgar—reaction.

“Kidding. Kidding,” you laugh between words. “It’s actually my art studio supplies.”

String of muttered curse words forgotten, Yoongi returns to the bubbly tone he was speaking to you in earlier.

“Oh yeah! How’s that going by the way? You gonna open soon?”

“Amazing,” you sigh. “After I set all this stuff up in there, I’ll be ready to open on Monday.”

“That’s awesome, N/N! Once I have a break from work, I’ll be up there to check it out. Then we can celebrate with as much food and drinks as we can take.”

You hum, content. “I’m down for that.”

Growing slightly impatient, whoever is on the other side of your door pounds on the wood. You sigh, exasperated, rolling your eyes at the way the door shakes in the frame.

“Okay, I’ve gotta go or the delivery guy will break my door down with how hard he’s knocking.”

You and Yoongi share a quick ‘talk to you later’ before you end the call. For a moment, the knocking stops, and you think that the delivery guy has finally given up on wanting you to answer the door. But as you put your phone back into your pocket, the harsh knocking starts again.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” you yell out in annoyance.

When you open the door, you don’t expect to have a plastic covered plate shoved into your face. You groan. Instead of the grumpy delivery guy you thought would be standing on the other side, and a large box filling the majority of the empty space on your porch, you meet eyes with the dark haired devil in disguise.

“What are you doing here?”

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[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

This Christmas - A Harry Styles Christmas Series (Part 1)

Two life long friends. Secretly in love. Home for the holidays. Will they risk everything by telling the other how they feel? Or will they spend another year loving from afar? 

Read the Prologue here 

**

You pulled into Anne’s driveway later the following day. You could already feel the difference of being home, it was almost like a weight had been lifted off your shoulder. Maybe this was exactly what you needed.

“Oh there she is!” Anne smiled, walking out to meet you as you got your bags.

“Hi,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around her. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” she smiled, hugging you tightly. “Come on, I’ve just finished dinner.”

“Good, I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” you laughed.

You followed Anne inside, leaving your bags in the living room, before heading to wash up and then meeting Anne in the dining room.

“Hm, this smells amazing,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” she smiled.

You took some onto your plate and started eating right away. “Hm, so good,” you groaned. “I’ve missed having food like this.”

“Oh, it’s simple to make,” she said.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve home cooked food,” you tell her. “When I’m trying to meet a deadline, I’m usually ordering takeaway.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that while you’re here,” she smiled.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I really hope I can get some words down here… if I miss this deadline… I’m screwed.”

“I’m sure you will figure it out,” she said. “You always do.”

“In the past, I have,” you nodded. “But there’s just something about this book… that I’m struggling with. I love Christmas… and I love christmas movies and books… but for some reason I’m struggling to write my own.”

“Perhaps, that’s your problem?” She suggested. “You're focusing on everything you’ve seen or read before and trying to make them yours, when you should just take your love of Christmas… and make it yours.”

“Good point,” you nodded.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you much longer. I promised I would stay out of your way and give you space to write,” she smiled. “After dinner, I’ll walk you out to the guest house.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said.

“I can and I will,” she smirked.

You shook your head and finished eating dinner. Once you helped Anne clean up the kitchen, you grabbed your bags and followed her out to the backyard where the tiny guest house stood. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw how decorated it was for Christmas.

“It’s beautiful,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I went a little extra this year, hoping it might get you into the spirit.”

“Thank you,” you nodded. “I hope so, too.”

Inside there was only a bed alongside the wall and a desk near the other side. There was a small counter with a Keurig and some water. And of course in the far corner was a christmas tree covered in small ornaments and lights.

“I know it isn’t much,” she said. “And you are more than welcome to stay in the house if you’d like, but I thought this might be better for you to not have any distractions.”

“Oh, no, yes, it’s perfect,” you nodded. “Not saying I won’t take you up on the offer to stay inside occasionally, but for now this is where I need to be.”

“Then I’ll leave you to it,” she smiled.

After she left, you sighed placing your things to the side. You took out your comfy, writing pajamas, and quickly changed out of your comfy traveling clothes. You grabbed your computer and your notebook, opening up the still blank page from the night before.

It was time to get writing.

**

Harry took in the fresh, crisp air as he drove with the window down. He was finally home after spending the last few months in California working on his newest project. He enjoyed his time in LA and the surrounding areas, but there was nothing that could beat being back in London. At least not until he arrived back home to visit his mother, which is exactly where he was headed currently.

It was late and he knew he probably wouldn’t see her until morning, but he couldn’t wait to get home any longer. She wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow evening, but he knew she wouldn’t mind his early… late arrival. It had been a long time since he had been back in his childhood town, the last time was a few days back over the summer. He always loved going back there because the people who lived there still saw him as just Harry, the annoying kid who used to work at the local bakery.

But more importantly, he loved going back because it reminded him of a simpler time. Of course, everyone probably feels that way, but for Harry, it was because there was always the off chance he would run into you. He missed you. He missed talking to you and how things used to be. There was once a time you two were inseparable, but now you two were separated and have been for years.

He blamed himself for what had happened. He let himself get carried away into the famous life and left you in the past. It wasn’t that he meant for it to happen or that he wanted it to, it’s just he was young, he was stupid, and he let too many text and phone calls go unanswered. He supposed people growing apart happened all the time, but he never thought it would happen to either of you.

But he was happy for you. He was proud of you and everything you had accomplished with your writing. He’s read every single one of your books and recommended them to all his friends. Even some of his fans, who have caught him holding a book or two of your’s in a photo. Whenever he felt lonely, he would open one of your books and read it because it felt like he was able to catch up with you.

It was weird, he knew that, but it also made him wonder what might have happened had the two of you stayed in touch. He wondered if he ever would have gotten the courage to tell you how he felt about you. Now, it’s not like he realized his feelings for you all those years ago, but recently during a drunken discussion with Jeff, he realized the one thing holding him back from having a relationship work out was… well you.

It happened after yet another relationship had gone to shit. It wasn’t very long and he didn’t really feel that heartbroken over it, which obviously was a sign that it was supposed to happen, but it still defeated him a bit.

“I don’t get it, Jeff,” Harry said, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m fucked up… I gotta be. Am I that terrible… and I’m gonna be the type of person who just dates around, falls in love, gets my heartbroken, and then repeats the same thing until I’m old?”

“You’re only in your twenties,” Jeff hiccuped. “You’ve still got plenty of time to find love and start a family one day.”

“But what if… what if I already have, but she’s already gone,” he whispered.

“What are you on about?” Jeff groaned.

“How did you know you love Glenne… that she was the one?” Harry asked.

Jeff sighed, “I don’t know… I just… knew… I feel it whenever I’m around her and when I’m not with her I want to be. I can’t picture my life without her… I know it sounds fucking cliche, but being love is very much a cliche thing to do. When you find who you’re supposed to be with, you’ll just know… I promise.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” Harry whispered.

That person was, in fact, you. He knew it. Deep down he always knew it, but he never let himself admit it. He was afraid. He was stubborn. He was stupid. And now he was paying the price.

**

You sighed as you deleted yet another entire page worth of writing. Two hours had passed and you were still in the same exact spot you had been when you started. So, apparently, there wasn’t going to be some magical switch in your brain that would get you writing just by being in a different location. You were actually going to have to work it.

Instead of trying to write for another few hours, you decided to grab your shower things and head into the house for a shower and some time to think. First, you needed to relax your mind and your muscles from sitting in both a car and chair for far too long. Then, you could focus on the task at hand. When you got to the guest bathroom in the house, you turned on the water, deciding on taking a bath, hoping that would help.

There were some candles laying around, so you lit those, placing them around the bathroom. You pulled your hair on top of your head before undressing as the water continued filling up the tub. You grabbed your notebook, placing it on the little tray on the tub, along with your phone, before getting inside. You smiled, closing your eyes, taking in smells of the candles and sound of the soft music you were playing from your phone.

The warmth of the water soothed your muscles, releasing the tension they once held as you took some water in your hands pouring it over your chest and shoulders. You brought some up to your face, wiping any sleepiness from your eyes because you knew you wouldn’t be sleeping tonight until you came up with an idea.

Once you felt a bit relaxed, you dried off your hands, taking your notebook out and reading through your pages of notes. You had so many ideas written down, but they had been crossed out because you couldn’t get them to work. So, next you moved onto your phone where you kept your inspiration board. It was mostly an album on your phone with pictures.

You kept searching and searching until finally, you stopped at a photo of you and Harry. It was one of the last ones you took together before you stopped talking. Conveniently, it was one taken at Christmas, where you both were dressed in ugly christmas sweaters. His arms were wrapped around your shoulder and his head was placed on top of yours. You were both laughing at something, but there was something else you noticed.

You were the happiest you had been in a long time, even now. Your smile touched your eyes and there was a glow in your cheeks. There was something about the holidays that seemed to bring people together. Maybe it was part of the Christmas spirit, or because people finally got to take a break from their normal lives for a few weeks.

That’s when it clicked. The idea you had been longing for. You quickly grabbed your pen and started writing it down. Your hand moved swiftly across the paper as if you were afraid you would forget it. Once you felt like you had enough to go on for when you returned to your little hideaway.

You read over your idea.

Two life-long friends return home for the holidays. What will happen when they discover there’s more between them than just friendship.  But the love they’ve been searching for was there all along. 

You knew it was risky, but you also knew your chance to figure things out with Harry had passed years ago, and maybe writing this story was your way of getting closure. Because this way, you would be in control of the ending.

**

Here is PART 1 ! I hope you enjoyed it. I know it’s a little slow to start off, but it’ll pick up soon. 

Next Part will be posted Tuesday at Midnight CST :)

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[sylvie-writes]

Bad: The Unfortunate Ending

Inspired by this song ➳ Bad by Lennon Stella

(Ransom Drysdale x wife reader)

A/n: this is my first attempt at angst so here we go... 

Disclaimer: not part of my fall writing, this is just a lil something bc I needed to write, it makes me happier after days as today. 

Warnings: Cheating, mild profanity, shitty angst & writing. Ransom being an asshole (rip all the soft Ransom stories I’ve written)

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Never in a thousand years would you have seen yourself sitting in Boston’s most expensive and high end restaurant, a steak simmering at 500 degrees laying out in front of you, and the Ransom Drysdale sweetly smiling at you.

“Wait, before you start eating, I have something to ask you, love.” 

Was he gonna break up with you?

Ransom reached over his plate to reach your hand gently bringing it to his lips while maintaining eye contact with your shocked expression, soon calming.

Oh whew.

The man then set down your hand, and folded up the napkin in his lap before rounding the table, getting down on one knee. Your eyes were already welling up with tears, making it impossible to see all the people staring at you and Ransom.

“(y/n) (l/n)...

… … ...

Will you marry me?” 

After his adoring speech, the four little words came out and the man on his knee was staring up at you like you were a goddess. Overwhelmed, you happily spewed out the words of acknowledgement while Ransom slipped the lavish diamond onto your ring finger, kissing the now ringed finger before scooping you up from your chair, the two of you in a deep kiss amidst the cheers.

A few months later the two of you got married, and everything was a dream. You had a lovely house, and a husband who was practically your closest friend. The two of you spent all your time together, told every joke, talked all the time. Believe or not but Mr. Fancy Pants had preferred that you got married sooner rather than having an extravagant wedding ceremony. 

So that's what you did. One lovely Monday morning, you and Ransom drove to the courthouse, in the beamer, as if it were just any other day. 

You thought then and there, that this was it. Life was finally playing in your favor...

 All the little gifts you gave

I call it over compensating

Feeling just like a princess

Every answer was always yes

You had me living in a dream

 “Oh Ransom!” You played with the little puppy down at your feet, a red ribbon adoring it’s small, yet fluffy neck.The little thing jumped into your arms, causing you to lift off the floor, walking closer to Ransom. 

“Why did you get me a puppy, Hugh?” 

He just cheekily smiled and shrugged, walking by to kiss your cheek. “No reason!” 

You just laughed it off before going outside to play fetch with the energetic fur baby. 

Ransom always treated you for no reason, at times you really hated him for it, but not once would he ever let up.

About four months into your marriage, Harlan had invited you and Ransom to some writer’s charity gala, a black and white party, meaning Ransom was gonna rent a tux and you’d find an overly priced yet attractive dress. 

So, one Saturday afternoon, you and Ransom went to the mall, getting fitted for your clothes. You weren’t about the name brands like Ransom was, but today, Ransom now had full advantage to shower you in expensive clothing having already picked his tux yesterday. His sneaky little plan to go dress shopping with you.

“What about this one?” Your husband held up a black slip dress designed by Prada. Curiously you walked up to him, checking the tag to see its $1,000 price. In all honesty, from the looks of the dress, you had assumed Ransom picked up a simple dress. Sure, it was pretty but you weren’t about to pay that much just for the name. For what it is worth, you could sew and tailor the damn thing yourself. 

“That’s ridiculous, Ransom. I’m not about to pay that much.” 

You went to go walk off before you felt Ransom’s hot breath in your ear.

“Who said you were paying?”

Turning around, you playfully pushed him in the chest to which he laughed and peppered kisses all over your face.

“Ransom! Stop, you’re making a scene!”

He pulled away for a minute, your giggles ceasing.

“Let me treat you and I will stop.”

Quickly, the man resumed his attack, your pleas soon becoming words of compliance.

“Fine!”

His signature smirk danced across his lips, while his free arm snaked around your waist ushering you to the tailor’s stand. 

 What's forever long to you

Did you say that to her too

Making sure that I'd never know

Callin her while the shower goes

 It was a little after midnight and Ransom wasn’t home yet, today he had been out with some friends, not inviting you. Your only company for the day was your precious little puppy, who was curled up against your stomach. The endless worry had kept you up all night as you mindlessly stroked the puppy’s back, trying to calm your own nerves.

Eventually, an hour later, the hallway light shone under the door, Ransom coming in. He was met with your worried look and came to rush over to your side.

“You scared me to death, Ransom. Two hours ago, you were supposed to be back!” 

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry baby. Now, get some sleep, I love you. Forever, my love.”

Ransom gently pulled the blanket over you, kissing you goodnight, then heading off to shower.

Turning on the shower, Ransom pulled the phone out of his pocket, scrolling to the bottom of his contacts and dialing, Blair❤️. 

“Hey baby, today was amazing Ranny!”

A deep chuckle left Ransom’s throat, the woman on the phone giggling.

“I know, angel. You are the best, love ya forever, Sweetheart.” 

Blair continued to gush over the phone, recalling the earlier events of the day at her house where Ransom had spent the whole day. (leaving that sentence to the eye of the beholder.)

Shower, and you, long forgotten, Ransom spent the rest of the night talking to the woman, leaving the bedroom to go downstairs, assuming you were already asleep.

Ironically, that night, you dreamt of all the times you and Ransom would stay up just talking and laughing...

Then crawl back in bed, it's a shame

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 It was 4 am, and Blair had fallen asleep on the phone, leaving Ransom to bid her goodbye and get some shut eye himself. 

It was like sleeping next to a stranger, the warmth of the bed now gone. Coldness, replacing the loving embrace.

About two months ago, your work gave its employees a week off for the holidays. It was once in a blue moon that you got to see your family, so you seized this opportunity. You wished your husband could have come, but Ransom had to stay behind to help Harlan with an upcoming novel. In truth, Ransom never saw himself reverting back to his bad ways, but who knows what entices people to change.

One night, Ransom went out for a drink, a young lady, about twenty-seven years old, came up to the sulking man. He was drowning his sorrows in a couple of beers, wishing he were there with you. Oh how he missed you!

“Hey stranger.”

The sultry voice hit too close to home for Ransom, a voice he knew all too well.

And let’s just say a few drinks later, he came to remember his old fling as Blair.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

It felt like you were living a hallmark movie, and never would you have thought any different.

Your feet were propped on the Ransom’s lap as the two of you laid down Uno cards on the coffee table. 

“Ransom?”

“Yes, darling?”

You set the Uno cards in your lap, adjusting on the couch so that you’d be straddling Ransom. The man brightly smiling at you, enveloping you with his muscular arms. In complete bliss, you leaned forward and kissed him, a slow and intimate kiss. Time completely stopped as you were just in your own little world. 

He treated you so well, you’d never be prepared for the heartbreak that’d ensue. 

 I wasn't catching on to you

Blinded by your lips so smooth

Excusing all of your gotta goes

Leaving me to be all alone

 “Do you really have to go, Ransom?” 

Your arms were wrapped around the man’s neck, pleading for him to stay. A small frown made a way onto his lips before he leaned in to kiss you deeply, pulling away from your lips while you were still trying to catch up. 

“I gotta go.”

With that, he rushed out. A business meeting was it? Or was it Harlan? You couldn’t remember. For the past two months, you’ve been accepting all of his excuses, soon all of them blending, yet in the end you were always left standing in the house, alone with your dog.

It's okay, you told yourself. Sure he forgot your birthday last month. It’s fine.

As long as he didn't forget your wedding anniversary next month, everything would be fine…

Right?

 Then you took my heart just the same

I probably should've known better

I probably should've known better

 No it wasn’t fine. He forgot your anniversary. He forgot you. In the mornings, he’d no longer stay with you, instead finding an excuse to rush out, no kisses, not even hugs, Rarely did the two of you talk and soon, it became your new normal.

You should’ve known better.

 Every word you said you was sweet but you was lying

Everything you covered making up just to keep to me from crying

Another late night, Ransom had gone to help his mother at some dinner party for her business, or so he said. He left early this morning, claiming he was gonna help set up and that he’d be home by 8. Yet, here you are, watching the 11 o’clock news, waiting for your husband’s arrival since he had left you with radio silence all day.

Suddenly, the door flew open, a sloppily dressed Ransom, stumbling in, clearly piss-ass drunk.

“Oh you're awake!”

You walked over to help him sit on the couch, just as you were about to turn off the lamp beside the couch, you noticed a tint of red lipstick on Ransom’s lips. You hadn’t worn any lipstick today, right?

Tenderly, you traced your thumb over his lips, as his eyes gazed into yours.

“Ransom, what’s on your lips?”

In a poor attempt, Ransom went to grab your hand, missing and instead grabbing your shoulder, leaning in to kiss you, instead getting your ear. 

“It’s nothing, (y/n).” 

His head was laying on your shoulder, as he was about to fall asleep, his energy suddenly gone.

“Really? It seems like something, you have a woman’s lipstick on your lips for god sake!”

Ransom then perked up and hugged you tightly, whispering reassuring words to you. Drunkenly, his words mashed together, causing you to barely understand his “comforting” speech. 

“I love you so much, sweetheart, I’d never do that to you.”

Sweetheart, a name once reserved for you, now unknowingly shared with another woman.

Believing his lies, because why not? He had never given you a reason not to trust him, not yet anyway.

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

 That very next week, Ransom had to leave once again, this time a boys’ trip to the club. You thought nothing of it, now used to his absence, keeping to yourself with the dog and some friends.

Later that afternoon, you were enjoying a sandwich and lemonade out on the front porch when a Maseratti pulled into the driveway, a familiar man stepping out.

“(y/n)! Is Ransom home?”

The man pulled you into an embrace, leaving you confused at his presence.

“Why are you here Oliver? Ransom said he was out with you and James.”

Oliver just shrugged his shoulders, he too jumping to the same conclusion. At this point you were just seeing red, storming into the house, Oliver following. You practically were stomping holes into the hallway for your footsteps were as heavy as your heart. Maybe all along you had been suspicious deep inside, maybe you just never wanted to believe it.

Then finding Ransom’s phone in his nightstand, you came back into the doorway to meet Oliver. If your suspicions were true, you’d like to at least embarrass the dumbass in front of his friend. They all knew he was a playboy at heart, but after you, every one had assumed he’d matured somewhat. 

Clearly, they were all wrong.

Your husband was the biggest idiot in the world, making his password your anniversary date, for he was so forgetful. You found this hilarious, because he forgot your first wedding anniversary, god you were so naive. 

Was this wrong? Sleuthing through his phone?

Sure. But it could never equal up to what you were about to find. 

Opening text messages, 50 unread, all from you, your messages definitely ignored as a woman named Blair was at the top of his messages. 

You gagged at the heart by her name, one that used to be by yours. Scrolling through the texts, you found yourself growing angrier by the minute, finally, you just lost it. With great vehemence, you slammed the phone against the floor, making it shatter everywhere, Oliver and your dog, slightly jumping.

It was then that it hit you.

You crashed to the floor, crying hysterically, as the world came crashing down with you. Oliver, crouching down on the floor, trying to calm your sobs.

Tonight you were gonna confront that backstabbing, no good, cheating son of a bitch.

 Tell me the truth

Was it worth it was I worth it for you

'Cause we were perfect we working til you

Forgot to tell me you been seeing someone else for six years

It was 9 pm and you hadn’t expected Ransom’s arrival for another hour or two, so you spent the time packing your bags and drinking some coffee, preparing yourself to tear the man a new one. 

This time, there wasn’t a slammed door signaling Ransom’s presence, rather soft footsteps and his low voice, like the old days.

Ha, the one time he gets home early. Ehh you were ready anyway

“Hey babe! Oooh can I have some?”

Before you could answer, Ransom took your mug and a few swigs of coffee, handing it back to you, placing a kiss on your head. In utter surprise, you looked up at the man who just smiled down at you.

“You look I haven’t kissed you in weeks, my love.”

And with that he pecked your lips quickly, walking to the counter, you still trying to process what had just happened. 

It was true. He hadn’t kissed you in weeks.

No, you weren’t gonna let him win this time.

“It’s because you haven’t.”

Confusion swirled around on Ransom’s face, allowing you to continue.

“You haven’t kissed me in weeks. But you have kissed Blair, I'm sure.” 

The coffee mug in his hand dropped onto his foot, shattering, leaving you smirking at the small victory.

Heartbreak can make one go insane. Afterall, you are losing the one person you loved most, losing yourself along with them. 

“For months I have put up with your bullshit…” 

A good ten minutes passed of you yelling at Ransom, the man unexpectedly letting you finish.

“You’re a cheating, son of a bitch.”

Angrily, you ripped off the wedding ring, now noticing Ransom wasn’t even wearing his, for god knows how long too. Once upon a time, he’d proudly wear it all the time.

“(y/n) wait--”

Ransom grabbed your arm before you slapped him, the man slightly stunned.

“No. I’m tired of your excuses, I’m tired of letting you win. You and Brittany, should have an amazing life together, that is if you can even commit to her like you told me.”

A whisper of defeat left his mouth.

“It’s Blair…”

“The hell with it! You broke my heart Ransom! I knew it was too fucking good to be true. DAMN IT, I LOVED YOU.”

Hysterically laughing, you looked like a mad woman, lowering your voice just a bit.

“You know what makes this hurt 2x worse? I thought you had actually loved me too, because it seemed like it.”

You broke into tears, your heart in a thousand pieces, rushing away to grab your bags, Ransom not even trying to fight, knowing you're too strong this time. He let the best thing that ever happened to him slip away. 

Ages ago you could remember the lovely times with the man you once would die for, yet...

Your love was just an illusion. 

 I wish that you would've treated me bad

The truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

I wish that you would've treated me bad

Truth is you couldn't have loved me better

Now I'm left feeling twice as sad

I wish you would've treated me bad bad bad

a/n: maybe i should stay away from angst bc this sucked.

Updated a/n: this is gonna be a series! If you’d like to be on the taglist lemme know!!

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For an event on Twitter. Fake dating/dinner with family Bakudeku ficlet

“Deku, I gotta ask you something.”

“Sure, Kacchan, what is it.”

“I lied and told my mom I have a boyfriend, so now she insists I bring them over for Christmas dinner.”

Izuku stared at the man, was he crazy! “No way.”

“What’d ya mean no! You’re the only one I can ask for help!”

“No, I’m not! Go ask Kiri or Kaminari. Aunty Mitsuki knows me, this’ll never work!”

“Yes, it will!”

“No, it won’t! Why are you so sure it’ll work?!”

“Because!” Katsuki’s voice tapers away, “she assumed it was you.”

Izuku’s eyes widen. “What?! Why would she think that?”

“Because she thinks you’re perfect for me. Look, I just need to get the nag off my back and I’ll break it to her after the holidays we broke up or something. Come on Deku, just do this for me!”

Ugh! He knows this’ll bite him in the ass later, but Katsuki looks desperate, and Izuku hates seeing his friend in distress. He sighs, “alright Kacchan. I’ll do it. But just the one dinner, right? And you’ll tell her the truth afterwards.”

“Yeah.”

“When is this dinner?”

As Izuku stands outside of the Bakugou residence, he tries to calm his nerves. These are people who knew him from childhood and it felt so wrong to deceive them like this, not to mention Mitsuki will probably see right through the fake dating bullshit and berate them over it.

He must be crazy to have agreed to this! How do you fake the fact you like someone romantically... when you actually do like them, but don’t want them to know that you do?! Regardless, Izuku has no idea how to behave in a relationship anyway because he’s never been in one before!

Should he hold Katsuki’s hand? Make cute comments? Rest his head on the man’s shoulder? Be all lovey dovey and cute? Omg what if she asks them to kiss?!?! This woman is unpredictable, just like her son and Izuku didn’t put it past her to ask such a thing, demand such a thing. Ugh! He’ll just wing it!

He takes a step forward, then pauses. No, no, no, he turns away from the door ready to leave. This is wrong! This is— The door opening behind him along with the woman’s voice makes Izuku jump out of his skin. Shit! He’s caught!

“Izuku! I thought I heard someone out here!”

He turns slow and sheepishly, “hi aunty.”

“Come in, come in!” She ushers the man into the apartment. “Katsuki’s already at the table waiting for you.”

Yay! Izuku groans internally. “Thank you for having me here Aunty Mitsuki.”

“Just call me mom, Izuku, since your practically family.”

Oh, boy! He gulps. “Thanks— mom.”

Mitsuki seats him next to Katsuki. “Dinners almost done, so just make yourself at home.” She pinches Izuku’s cheek with a smile. “I always knew you two would end up together. You’re really perfect for each other.”

“Mom!” Katsuki rolls his eyes. “You’re gonna scare him!”

“Pfft! Boy! You better not lose this one!” She jabs a finger at her son. “Izuku is the best you’ll ever get, so don’t you fuck it up!”

“Tch! I can get better.”

While mother and son bicker in front of him, Izuku deflates a little in his chair. ‘Please make tonight go quickly!’ Her words make Izuku feel special, but Katsuki’s cut him to the core, a stab in the heart, used and abused to be tossed aside once the night is over. Eww, he felt like a hired prostitute in that moment and it makes his skin crawl. A payment of dinner and nothing more to show.

“Just ignore the hag,” Katsuki mumbles. “You know how she is. Just a few hours of pretending and it’s over.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Izuku sighs and whispers back. “It’s obvious you don’t really want me here so I’ll keep quiet.”

Katsuki’s brow raises, “Oi, what’s your problem?”

“Nothing. Just ignore me like you usually do.”

“What the fuck are you talking about Deku?! What’s with all the self-pity bullshit now?!”

“Kacchan,” Izuku rolls his eyes because of course, Katsuki doesn’t understand. “Keep your voice down. You don’t want her to see us arguing.”

“Deku, you better tell me what’s—“

Seeing Mitsuki returning, Izuku quickly places a hand on Katsuki’s mouth to shut him up. Letting a false chuckles. “Don’t worry about me Kacchan, you know I eat anything.” As the mom gets closer. “You know, your son is a really good cook too, he clearly learned from the best.”

“Awww! That’s so sweet of you to say Izuku!” She places the final dish on the table. “I wish my son,” glaring at the man, “was as nice as you.”

“Tch,” Katsuki crosses his arms furious that Izuku threw him under the bus like that! Oh, he’ll hash this out as soon as this is over!

Mr. Bakugou arrives home from work just in time for dinner, so the two couples dig in. Izuku’s comment about cooking wasn’t a lie, he really believes that Katsuki is good at it because he took after his mother. When they were kids, the two mothers took turns babysitting he and Katsuki, and Izuku still remembers all the yummy snacks or lunches she’d make for them. Back then he and Katsuki had been so close that sometimes if he thought about it too much, it makes him sad.

Even now, after they’d sort of become friends again, Izuku wonders if it’s only because of the quirk? It was only after receiving OFA, getting into UA, and proving his ability to wield the quirk that Katsuki had come around. So, what if he’d remained quirkless? Would Katsuki still be treating him like shit? Ignoring his very existence and pretending they’d never been friends at all? He didn’t like to think about it.

“So,” Mitsuki questions, “what made you two finally become a couple?”

Izuku jabs Katsuki under the table. “Why don’t you tell her Kacchan?” He asks the man in a sweet voice to put him on the spot.

Katsuki glares for a second before catching himself. “It just happened.”

“Oh, come on, there’s gotta be more to it,” she pushes. “You boys have been through a lot together, so did you just realize one day you were great for each other?”

“Yeah, sure! That’s it. We just came to our senses, I guess. Nothing special really. Just perfect partners’n all.”

The statement satisfies the woman enough that she backs off for the rest of the dinner. Albeit she’s grinning for the rest of the night. Ugh, now that really makes Izuku feel worse for lying! Mitsuki really loves the idea of he and Katsuki being a couple, so the truth will really hurt her.

“Thank you again for dinner... mom,” Izuku smiles even though he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Oh, you’re welcome! Please drop by again!”

As soon as the door closes, Izuku lets out a long exhale and starts to walk away, but Katsuki yanks him to a stop. “Oi, we ain’t done yet.”

“Yes, we are.” Izuku tries to pulls away.

“No! Tell me why you were being so... so grumpy tonight?!”

“Because I hate lying to her! And you— Never mind, you don’t care anyway. Just let me leave Kacchan. It’s over.”

But Katsuki’s grip increases, “you like me— don’t you Deku?”

Izuku rolls his eyes. “Does it matter?” He’s too tired and annoyed to fight back anymore.

Without warning, Katsuki yanks Izuku off balance and he stumbles into the man... who kisses him! Kisses on the lips! It completely takes Izuku by surprise and once he’s released, the look on his face clearly states so.

Seeing the confusion. “Stupid Deku,” Katsuki places several more kisses. “You’re the only one I wanted to bring home for dinner.”

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