#evergreen beer

[lysenfeu]

It's His Birthday

It's His Birthday

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.7k

Pairing: Adrian Chase x F!Reader

Summary: The 11th Street kids take Adrian out to celebrate for his birthday and try to set him up with the cute bartender.

Content: Alcohol Use, Flirting, Fluff, Smut (Slight Dub-con/Drunk Sex, Sex with Strangers, Facesitting, 69 Position, PIV, Safe Sex)

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A/N: This is a silly little smutty one-shot to celebrate Adrian's birthday (or belated cuz this is technically late whoops). I've written mostly mask-stays-on Vig so far, so I thought it would be fun to try and write a cute birthday boy Adrian piece with a civilian!reader. Best boy deserves some fluff and spice!

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Another evening, another evening shift. You sighed as you wiped down the countertop in the dive bar you were currently working in.

Three months ago you threw a dart at a map (okay, a GPS pin drop on your phone but whatever). You ended up dragging your tired and burnt-out self far away from your shitty hometown to Evergreen, Washington for a fresh start. Unfortunately, so far Evergreen was just as shitty as your hometown, albeit with a different landscape view.

You got the first job that accepted your application and now worked at a mediocre at best local bar downtown. It paid enough to live and your new apartment was nearby. You weren't sure how you felt about Evergreen yet but at least it was different.

"Hey, can we open up a tab?"

You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a customer and looked up at the impossibly large man in front of you. He looked like a marine and you wondered if there was a military base nearby. You shot him your best customer-service smile.

"Sure, I just need some ID and your card."

The man pulled out his wallet and handed over his license and credit card with the name Christopher Smith. You jotted down his info and handed it back.

"There you go, Chris. What can I get for you?"

"Five beers for the table." He gestured behind him at a booth across the room with four other people sitting down.

"And hey, can you make something special for my buddy?" He pointed out a brunette man with silver-rimmed glasses. "It's his birthday."

You nodded, this happened all the time with people out to celebrate.

"Sure. Does he like pineapple?"

Chris gave you a blank look. "I have no idea."

You filled a tall glass with ice, then poured in vodka, blue curaçao and pineapple juice. Grabbing a slice of pineapple chunk from the garnish bar, you hung it just right on the side of the glass then spun around, tossed a straw in and presented the bright-coloured drink.

"There you go! I hope he likes it."

Chris squinted at the teal cocktail and snorted before picking up the tray.

"He's gonna love it, thanks."

You watched carefully as the large man carried the tray over to the booth and dished out the drinks. He slid the cocktail in front of the cute guy with glasses and then pointed at you. The brunette glanced over at you, then took a sip and looked back up. He gave you a giant dopey grin and a double thumbs up. You returned his smile with a real one, genuinely thrilled he seemed to enjoy your choice.

You watched the group for a little while, there wasn't much else going on in the bar. A few regulars playing pool, what looked like a terrible date in the back corner and the full booth you were staring at were the only patrons tonight.

The group you were watching was new here, at least you didn't recognize them from the few months you'd been working the evening shift. You wondered how they knew each other, daydreaming about customers was a way to pass the time on slow nights like this. You watched them laugh and drink until another customer called your attention and you were forced to spend some time actually doing your job.

When you made your way back across the bar, Chris was leaning on the bar. You put down the empty glass in your hands and addressed him.

"Another round of beers for you guys?"

He nodded at you. "Yeah, thanks." He waited impatiently for you to open them and place them on the tray. "Also I should tell you my friend-" he jerked his head back at the guy with glasses sitting at the booth behind him. "-thinks you're really cute."

You raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh really?"

Chris nodded.

"Well if that's true, he can come tell me himself." You slid the tray towards him and then spun off to the other end of the bar where a patron was flagging you down.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as Chris went back to the booth and handed out the beers before whispering to the cute guy in glasses. The brunette flushed and started arguing with the larger man.

You quickly glanced away when they both turned to look at you and you focused intently on pulling the pint another patron had just ordered instead. Sliding the now-full glass across the bar to the customer, you wiped your hands with a cloth and walked back over to the register to ring it up.

"Hi."

You looked up and the dark-haired guy in glasses was standing right in front of you.

"Hi."

He gave you a little wave and an awkward, crooked smile. "I'm Adrian."

You couldn't help but giggle a bit at how nervous he seemed.

"Hi, Adrian. How'd you like your drink, birthday boy?"

A light blush formed on his cheeks as you grinned at him. He really was cute, especially when he was being so shy.

"Um, it was really good. Could I get another like that?"

You nodded and turned around to grab the ingredients. When you turned back around, Adrian was leaning on the bar watching you intently. You mixed the drink and handed it over to him. He took a big sip from the drink, smiled and fidgeted with the straw while he stared at you for a moment.

"Is that all? Or is there something else you want to say?" You gave him a small wink and a cheeky smile.

The blush returned to his cheeks, a deeper red than before. He coughed awkwardly and fidgeted more, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

"I…um."

He couldn't make eye contact as he blurted it out as fast as possible. "I think you're really pretty."

You leaned on the bar, propping yourself up on your elbows as you tilted your face closer to him.

"What a coincidence, I think you're really pretty too."

You were doing your best impression of a Cheshire cat, grinning madly at how flustered he was. He was still staring at you with wide eyes and it looked like he was about to say something but the magic of the moment was unfortunately shattered by Chris and one of his friends suddenly approaching the bar.

"Can I get a round of shots? Whiskey."

You nodded and walked back to the bar to pour the shots for him. Adrian looked a little miffed at his friends and you bit back another smile, hoping he would talk to you again later.

You quickly finished pouring the drinks and handed over the five shots on a tray and Chris grabbed it from you.

"Thanks, sweet-cheeks."

The woman next to Chris immediately scolded him. "We've been over this. That is not an okay thing to say!"

He turned towards you with a defensive look. "Can you settle this for us? It's totally about having a nice smile!"

"No, no. She's definitely right," You nodded at the woman in agreement. "That phrase is definitely about saying someone has a nice butt."

"I mean, either way, he's not wrong." Adrian gulped and ducked down to stare into his drink as all three of you whipped around to look at him.

"What was that, buddy?" Chris was looking at him in astonishment.

"Nothing." Adrian shook his head and all but ran back to their booth holding his cocktail, avoiding everyone's eye.

"Sorry about him." The woman apologised to you.

"I don't mind." You shrugged at her. "I think he's sweet."

Chris was giving you an incredulous look. "Him?"

"Yeah, him."

You were given a quick look of resignation by both of them before he walked back to the booth with their drinks.

You tried to keep an eye on the group, especially the adorable one, but a few more regulars came in and you were swept away to serve them. The evening progressed in a flash with back-to-back orders from the new tables. You were finally back at the register when a voice sounded out.

"Hey!"

You looked up and there he was again, the cutie in glasses. You couldn't help but smile.

"Hey, Adrian! What can I get for you?"

He gave you a goofy smile when he heard you say his name. "Another round of shots please?"

"Sure thing!" You made a big show of pouring the shots from high up without splashing and Adrian gave you an appropriately awed look at your bartending skills.

"So hey, maybe we could-" He was cut off by Chris interrupting again, he had stomped over to grab the tray of shots from the counter.

"I said I got it!" Adrian protested.

"You were taking too long." Chris snapped at his friend.

"I was trying to ask her to join us."

"She can't drink with us, dumbass. She's working."

Adrian turned towards you. "Is that true?"

You shrugged apologetically. "Yeah, he's right. It's policy."

His face fell. "Aw, man. That sucks."

As if on cue, your manager walked out from the back and came over to you.

"Hey if you wanna take off in fifteen or so, that's fine. It's a little slow tonight, I can handle close by myself."

You nodded, any excuse to take off early was a good one. Especially such a conveniently timed one.

Adrian perked up at the news. "Wait, you're almost done with your shift?"

"Yeah, I guess I get off early tonight. Lucky me!"

"Does that mean you can drink with me?"

"What about your friends?" You gestured towards the booth where the rest of his group was gathering their things.

"They want to leave soon, but I'll stay if I can buy you a drink." He looked at you with big pleading eyes and you noted how bright and green they were.

You thought about it for a moment. You usually never drank with customers but… maybe a one-time exception wouldn't be too bad? Spending the rest of the evening drinking with a nice stranger who thought you were pretty could be worse.

"Sure, why not?" You smiled at him and winked. "It is your birthday after all."

You finished cleaning up and clocked out. Adrian was waiting for you as you walked out from the back without your apron. His friends were in the process of closing out the tab with your manager and the booth they had been in was mostly empty, save for two shots waiting for you.

You slid onto the cushioned seat and watched as Adrian said goodbye to the others. Chris clapped him on the shoulder and said something low in his ear that made Adrian whip his head up and look at you with an expression you couldn't quite read.

Your attention was pulled away from the interaction as your manager walked over and placed several candy colour shots and two bright teal cocktails down in front of you.

"Uh, thanks?"

The older woman rolled her eyes. "They're from the big guy that's just leaving. Said something about celebrating properly with something sweet?" She gave you a pointed look and walked off as Adrian came back over.

"What are these?"

You shrugged. "Apparently I have some catching up to do."

The next hour or two passed in a blur after you'd downed the shots and were working on the cocktails in order to catch up with Adrian, who had been drinking all night. The conversation got loud, with the two of you ending up arguing passionately about Star Wars, much to the annoyance of the few other patrons nearby. By the time the bar closed, you had definitely caught up and Adrian had sobered up a bit, leaving the both of you still rather tipsy. Your manager shuffled the two of you to the curb and warned you to get home safely.

"Did you have a good night?"

He grinned at you. "I had a great night."

You grinned back, warm and fuzzy from the alcohol.

"So… I'm just headed that way." You pointed in the general direction of your apartment.

He nodded at you but didn't make any movements. You're not exactly sure that you wanted a strange guy to follow you home but you were still slightly disappointed at his lack of response.

You headed down the street you had pointed towards and got about a block away before you realized Adrian was hot on your heels.

"Do you…also live this way?"

He shook his head. "Not at all, but there's no way I'm letting you walk home alone while drunk."

"What? Why not?"

He frowned at you. "You need someone to protect you, it's kind of dangerous for women out here."

"Oh, so I can't protect myself? Just because I'm a girl?" You stopped in your tracks and put your hands on your hips in annoyance, wobbling a little on the sidewalk. Your indignance at his insinuation briefly overshadowed the fact that you kind of wanted him to come home with you.

"Yes? I mean, no! …Kind of? Wait, is that sexist? Fuck." He was scrambling to explain himself and failing miserably.

"You're just as drunk as me, what help are you gonna be?" You poked him in the chest to emphasise your point.

"Okay maybe, but I can still ki-" He cut himself off suddenly and shook his head. "Look, there's safety in numbers! I'm walking with you, end of story." He grabbed your hand that was still poking at him and tugged you further along the path behind him.

"Fine, but you don't even know where you're going!"

"Oh. Right." He sighed, stopped and dropped your hand, looking back at you. "Which way?"

You rolled your eyes but grabbed his hand again and directed him towards a side street in the opposite direction he had been headed.

"Just down here. It's not far so you don't have to waste too much of your time."

"It's not a waste if I'm spending it with you." He muttered, looking everywhere but directly at you.

It was your turn to blush, taken aback by his unexpectedly sweet words. You kept a firm grip on his hand as you approached your apartment building.

You were just nearing the building door when you tripped on an uneven chunk of sidewalk and suddenly you were headed straight for the ground.

You braced yourself for an impact that… never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms shot out, wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards. Rather than hitting the cold cement, you were now pressed against a very warm and solid chest. You had no idea how but Adrian had managed to save you from a brutal face plant.

You spun around to face him in shock. He loosened his grip to allow you to move but didn't let you out of his arms as he stared down at you with concern etched onto his face.

"Holy shit, are you okay?"

"You caught me." You stared up at him as he held you tight. Have his eyes been this green all night?

"Yeah, of course I did." His nonchalant tone made you giggle again. Of course , he did. You were still staring up at him and he was getting more concerned.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing really heavy."

"Just…don't move." Your voice was low and soft, you were entirely distracted by how shiny his lips looked in the streetlight.

You found yourself leaning in close without even meaning to, swayed by the warmth in your veins flooding from his hands around you. Your hand slipped behind his neck as you rose on your tiptoes, slowly invading his space and getting unbearably close to his face.

You could feel his breath on your face, tinged with the pineapple cocktails he'd been drinking all night. The sweet scent wasn't helping your impulse control and you were so close to those soft, pink lips…

Your eyes flicked up to his, finding those bright green spots behind his silver frames. He caught your gaze and you saw something flash across his eyes. His grip on your arms tightened as his breathing stuttered and he finally closed the gap between you.

He tasted like pineapple with a faint hint of whiskey, a combination you thoroughly enjoyed. A warmth spread through your lips and into your very bones as he pressed into you until you both broke away panting for air.

"Hey, Adrian?" You murmured, still trying to catch your breath from the kiss.

"Yeah?"

"Would…you like to come upstairs?"

He paused for a moment, glancing over at the apartment complex door then down at you, still being held tight in his arms.

"Do you want me to come upstairs?"

You giggled again. You couldn't help it, he was so silly. "Yes, that's why I'm asking."

He swallowed hard and you watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. With your lowered inhibitions and rising temperature, you gave in to temptation and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his throat. He inhaled sharply, instinctively tugging you closer to him.

"Okay, yeah. Upstairs. We should do that." His breath was shaky as his hands slid down your back to rest on your waist. The warmth from his touch spread through your body and you smiled up at him.

You stepped into the lobby, made your way to the elevators and waited for the doors to open. You hit the number for your floor as Adrian stepped in behind you. When the doors closed, he spun towards you and reached up a hand to gently cup your jaw, before pulling you in for another kiss. You sighed against his lips and wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. You let out a small moan as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly getting lost in the kiss and forgetting where you were.

He braced his free hand on the wall beside you and pushed you slowly against it, pressing his entire body into you. You relished in the warmth and didn't want to let him go. He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck and was reaching under the strap of your top when the elevator doors loudly dinged open.

You squeaked, suddenly very aware of the compromising position you were in. You quickly disentangled yourself from Adrian and tugged on his hand, pulling him into the hall as you both exited the elevator.

"Come on!"

You dragged him by the arm down the hall and around the corner to your apartment door. Fishing out your keys becomes an arduous task as Adrian comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you back into again.

The keys slipped from your grasp and hit the floor, but you barely even noticed through the haze of Adrian's lips on your neck.

"I didn't want to stop, is this okay?" He whispers in your ear.

You were left breathless as his hand slid further up your hip, under the hem of your shirt. His warm palm ran across your bare stomach and every muscle in your abdomen tensed at the sensation.

"Oh god, yes."

He pressed more kisses along your neck as he ran his fingers along your skin, gently stroking along the waistband of your pants.

"We should-" You can barely get the words out as your body slowly melted under his hands and mouth. "-go inside." You managed to finish your sentence and he pulled away from you. You nearly whined at the loss of his touch but he swiftly grabbed your keys off the ground and turned them into the lock for you.

You had barely let him through the threshold of your apartment before slamming the door and pushing him against it, pulling him down for another kiss.

You made your way through the apartment, not bothering to stop the make-out session to give him a tour. You practically shoved him into your bedroom and pushed him down to sit on the edge of your mattress.

You quickly stripped off your work pants and top, standing in front of him in nothing but a plain black bra and panty set. You had a small smirk on your face as he stared up at you with wide eyes, his gaze running all along your body.

"Your turn."

"Oh, right." He snapped out of his daze and quickly pulled his sweater over his head along with his shirt.

"Oh my god." You didn't mean to say that out loud but how could you not? He was deceptively well-built under his clothes.

You marvelled at the bulk of his chest, shoulders and arms. His impressive muscle definition had been entirely hidden by his cardigan and plain T-shirt, you never would have guessed he was this fit. Your gaze trailed along his well-defined abs and down to the sparse pattern of hair leading past his waistband. You bit your lip at how gorgeous he looked, so strong and solid.

"Do you work out a lot or something?"

He laughed at your stunned comment.

"Something like that, yeah."

You watched him slip open his belt buckle and tug off his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxers. Before you could stare for even longer, he tugged you onto his lap and pulled you in for another kiss. You moved to straddle him and kissed him back feverishly.

His tongue swiped at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. His hands swept over your thighs and up your spine as his tongue explored your mouth. Fiddling with the clasp behind you, he finally managed to undo your bra. You broke the kiss to lean back, tug the straps off your shoulders and fling it somewhere distant in your room.

He took the opportunity to run his hands up your ribs and along the underside of your now-exposed breasts, cupping them gently and making you gasp. You couldn't hold back the whimpers that flew out of your mouth as he brushed his thumbs against your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks.

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, clicking his tongue against the hard nub. You grabbed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the dark curls at his nape as you pressed him further into your chest, desperate to keep his mouth on you. His lips travelled across your chest, nipping and sucking at every inch of flesh he found.

Once you'd caught your breath, you gently cupped his jaw with a hand and pulled him up to look into his sparkling eyes.

"So…is there anything you want to do? It is your birthday, you know." You couldn't resist giving him a teasing smile.

The tips of his ears turned pink and he stared up at you with wide eyes.

"Really? Anything?"

You smiled wider at his awestruck expression. "Got something special in mind, birthday boy?"

"Maybe? Could you…um…" The blush slowly crept down his ears and across his cheeks as he stammered.

You gently rolled your hips against him and the tips of his fingers flexed against your soft thighs as he let out a small groan at the movement.

"Just relax. Go ahead and ask me."

He took a deep breath and looked up at you with a serious expression.

"Can you sit on my face? …please."

A jolt surged through you at the request. You took in his eager expression, the pupils in his green eyes blown out with desire. He nervously licked his bottom lip and drew your eyes downwards to his soft, pink mouth.

"That's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, glasses slipping down his nose at the rapid movement. You laughed a little at his enthusiasm before leaning forward and gently removing his glasses. You folded them and stood up to place them on your nightstand before turning back to him.

"I'm in. How do you want me?"

His tongue flicked out across his bottom lip again, but much more deliberately this time. He sat back on your bed and lay down with his head on the pillows.

"Come here and grab onto the headboard."

A shiver raced down your spine as you looked down at this gorgeous man spread out before you, all yours for the night. You shimmied out of your black undies and knelt on the mattress, climbing up beside him. He slid a hand under your knee and helped you lift it up and over, holding you to hover above him with your legs bracketing his face.

His hands wrapped around your thighs, firmly holding you in place right over his mouth. The first few licks were tentative and light against your dripping core, his tongue cautiously exploring you. He let out a soft moan as your taste hit his taste buds and gripped your thighs harder.

"You taste fantastic." He mumbled into your inner thigh before running his tongue back over your folds.

As his mouth worked over you, you began to gently rock your hips against him, increasing the friction in the most delicious way. Picking up on your cues, he started to increase his pace, lapping at you with more pressure.

You let out a loud gasp when his tongue flicked over your clit, a noise which quickly turned into a low moan as he did it again. And again.

"Right there, oh god ."

You wound your fingers through his dark curls and held him in place, right over the bundle of nerves currently sending shockwaves through your entire body.

You rode the waves along with his face, cresting every time he hit that one sweet spot. You looked down at him, those gorgeous green eyes were glassy with lust as you coat his face with your own desire. God, you needed more of him.

"Hey, hey." You gently tugged on his hair and sat up a bit, moving off his face. "If you let me turn around, I can touch you."

He glanced up at you, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, this is incredibly fun but I'd love to taste you too."

"Fuck, okay." He didn't need much convincing. He braced your thighs and allowed you to swing one leg over, spin around and throw it back, bringing you to face the opposite direction. You settled yourself back over his face before turning your attention in front of you.

You could see how his cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers, begging to be released. You slowly slipped his boxers down and his hard cock snapped against his stomach, thick with tension. He was long and thick, a drop of precum already leaking from the swollen tip. Yeah, this was a good idea. A really good idea.

You wrapped a hand around the base and began to stroke him up and down with gentle pressure. His hips arched up into your grip and a moan vibrated from low in his throat, rippling through your soaked pussy still pressed right against his face.

You found a solid rhythm between rocking against his face and pumping his cock, getting used to his size. When you were confident enough, you leaned down and swirled your tongue around the head.

The salty taste hit the back of your throat as you slowly slid him further and further into your eager mouth. It took some work and concentration but you managed to work all of him down into your throat without gagging. The choked moans he released when your lips hit the base of his cock were well worth the strain.

Any prior concern you had about this position was quickly worn away as you picked up speed, grinding harder against him. Your thighs started to shake and he tightened his grip on you, holding you steady as you started to come undone above him.

You were still bobbing up and down on his cock, your moans being stifled with him deep in your throat. His fingers were pressing bruises into your skin with their grip and he couldn't stop his hips from jerking up, forcing himself deeper into your mouth, chasing his own release.

You were desperately trying to breathe through your nose and not choke as he fucked up into your throat, teetering on the edge of orgasm as he ran the tip of his tongue over your clit again and again.

You braced your hands on his thighs as the rubber band finally snapped, your pussy drenching his face as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You somehow managed to keep your throat open as he thrust up a few more times before spilling down your throat in return. You dutifully swallowed and slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock.

You rolled your hips off his face and flopped onto the mattress, grateful for the change in position. Your thighs were going to burn tomorrow but god, that was worth it. You rested for a moment, waiting for the last waves of bliss to fade before moving again.

You crawled to the other side of the bed and lay next to him for a little while, lazily enjoying playing with his dark brown curls and counting his freckles as you both recovered from your climaxes.

His hands were idly dragging across your skin, tracing unknown patterns along your thighs and stomach.

"Hey."

You turned to face him and let out a small giggle at the dopey expression on his face.

"Hey."

" …Do you have any condoms?" He wouldn't look you in the eye as he asked.

"Round two already? I'm impressed."

He flushed immediately, turning pink and twitching his fingertips against your hip. Your cheeks were starting to hurt with how much this man made you grin like a maniac. It was so much fun to tease him, to make him blush. He was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

"Uh, yes? Only if you want to." He quickly reassured you.

You smiled and hopped off the bed to rummage around on your nightstand. Oh, you definitely wanted to. You tossed a foil wrapper at him and climbed back on the mattress. You watched carefully as he sat up on his knees and pumped his rapidly hardening cock in his fist a few times before rolling on the condom.

He rolled over on top of you and nudged your thighs apart to make room. You held your breath with anticipation as he ran his fingers across you, smiling when he found you already wet. He gripped his cock at the base and ever so slowly slid the head against your core. He easily slipped through your folds, gathering the wetness along his cock in preparation.

"Ready?" He looked down at you, waiting for permission.

You cupped his face in your hands, drew him close and looked into his impossibly green eyes.

"Yes."

He leaned down to capture your lips as he lined up his aching cock with your entrance. He pushed inside you, slowly sinking in inch by inch. You felt the burn of the stretch for a moment as he finally bottomed out, and he paused for a second to let you adjust. The sensation quickly melted into bliss and you felt impossibly full with him buried completely inside you.

You rolled your hips against him, urging him to start moving. He placed his lips on your neck as he slowly began to thrust into you. You gripped his shoulders and arched against him as his teeth scraped along your neck and down your collarbone while he found a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of your soaking pussy. He bit down gently on your shoulder and snapped his hips, forcing a loud moan from you.

Sitting back on his heels, he slid his hands under your knees and pushed them down into the mattress, forcing his cock even deeper. The new angle allowed his sharp thrusts to hit that sweet spot right in your core, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through you.

You couldn't stop from crying out as the pleasure wound up, pulling tight in your lower abdomen. He groaned, the loud sound torn out of him in response to feeling you fluttering around him, squeezing his cock impossibly tight.

"I want to feel you cum," he practically growled in your ear. "Be a good girl and cum on my cock."

"Oh, fuck."

The unexpected dominance in his voice sent liquid fire through your veins and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. His control was slowly slipping and his pace quickened, slamming his hips into yours and sending both of you hurtling towards the edge. You grabbed at his shoulders, your nails digging into him with each stroke.

A few more thrusts, perfectly angled to hammer into just the right spot making you whimper uncontrollably right in his ear, and both of you tumbled off the cliff together. The warmth you'd been feeling all evening spread to every atom of your body as you floated through your orgasm, leaving Adrian gasping for breath as you contracted tightly around him, your cunt desperately milking every drop out of him.

Once he'd caught his breath, he carefully pulled out and snapped the used condom off, tossing it in the small waste basket next to your bed. He climbed back into your bed and collapsed next to you, careful not to crush you with his body weight. He reached out an arm and snagged it around you, pulling you close. You cuddled into his side, fully content and boneless in his arms.

"Hey, Adrian?" You mumbled into his shoulder.

"Hmm?"

You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into him and closing your eyes.

"Happy Birthday."

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A/N: You cannot tell me this boy is not shy af and so goofy around pretty girls without the mask on 😂 Civilian Adrian trying to be normal is the sweetest, this was so much fun. I hope you guys enjoyed it! Let me know what you think ~

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Triptych - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader x Mike Schmidt

Rating Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, bisexual characters, date rape drugs, non/dub con

Also available on AO3

Mike has a bit of a thing for Abby’s just barely legal babysitter.

He swears it wasn’t always like this; that he didn’t just hire you because of the way you look in your Catholic schoolgirl uniform or on those days when you have gym last period and you’re wearing a polo shirt and shorts with the school’s emblem that hug every curve while leaving just enough to the imagination when he picks you up and drops you off at his house before going to work.

He definitely doesn’t jerk off in the bathroom with the door securely locked thinking about you on your knees with your pink lips wrapped around his cock. Never that.

God he was turning into such a pervert.

And this would all be bad enough, a laundry list to confess at church if he ever gets brave enough to go back, but to make matters infinitely worse, he’s kind of got a thing for your stepfather, too.

He supposes he’s always been one of those people who just follows what he’s attracted to, gender rather insignificant. In truth there’s never been a man that he’s been this hot for before, either.

It’s going to take a few beers to get Schmidt to admit that he enjoys it when your stepdad insists on picking you up, saving him another trip and more importantly providing him with another chance to admire the social worker. He enjoys it even more when the older man doesn’t just wait for you in the car and actually comes inside to chat for a few minutes. Sometimes Mike offers him a Brewski but, alas, he always declines. Steve has to do the right thing and drive sober, even though he highly doubts one beer would be even remotely enough to affect a tall drink of water like Steve Raglan.

So now the stepparent joins Mike’s collection of lewd fantasies, helping further speedrun him straight to Hell. He likes the silver eyes and the silver threads in his hair and beard and the way his hand rests splayed on his stepdaughter’s lower spine as he guides you out the evergreen shaded front door. He’s trying but failing to not imagine what it would feel like for that spread of fingers on his own spine, sliding through sweat, clutching skin, digging in when the way he works his mouth is just right and now you’re there, too, shared between himself and your stepfather and fuck, he cums harder than he ever has in his life, staring up at the poster of Nebraska pinned above his bed; at those tall, tall trees stretching up, the branches reaching futilely for Heaven.

So yeah. He’s got a lot of that Catholic guilt going on. But it’s not enough to stop him from wanting.

***

Another night. Abby’s tucked in and Mike’s tucking cash into your palm. Steve’s in the car tonight. Pity.

“My stepdad wanted me to invite you over for dinner next week,” you say.

“Oh. Uh, yeah sure, I’ll just have to check to see if one of the neighbors can watch Abby.”

You nod. He likes the way the struggling bulb of the porch light flickers over your features. Sometimes bright, sometimes in shadows. He can’t really see inside the car from this distance but he knows Steve is watching.

“I’ll get back to you on what night works, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll tell Steve. Goodnight, Mike.”

“Thanks again.” He watches you walk down the driveway, to the vintage luxury sedan that the middle aged man drives. He wonders how long he’s maintained it. The thing still looks like it just came off the showroom lot. A lot of time and care invested. Patience.

He wonders if maybe Steve has been waiting for another investment to pay off, too.

***

Mike’s not accustomed to dressing up. The last time he’d done so had been for his mother’s funeral, and that is definitely not a memory he wants to dwell on.

So he decides on a button front shirt and tie. Dark trousers. His socks are probably the worst part of the outfit. They’re mismatched and definitely not the kind of dressy ones that you’re supposed to wear. The shoes have seen better days. He’s really not much for clothes and he doesn’t spare much time taking proper care of them. They’re scuffed and the laces are frayed. There’s no hope for it. Hopefully neither you nor your stepdad will notice.

He walks his little sister next door. Says he’s not sure what time he’ll be back, maybe four hours or so.

The directions to Raglan’s house are sitting beside him on the passenger seat.

He’d spoken to Steve earlier that day to get directions. You’d given your stepfather Mike’s phone number.

His voice in person was attractive enough, Mike supposes. Sort of an odd combination of gravel and nasal, a blend of low and higher pitch when he got animated about something. He much prefers the lower tone, like the one he’d used over the phone. Practically purring like a cat. Mike had found his pants getting extremely tight with that breath in his ear.

The house is nice. Older, but tidy. He wonders if it’s ever difficult for Steve to be here since he’d lost his wife in a drowning accident a few years back. Did he ever think of dating again? Or was the memory too strong?

Mike shuts the door of his rusted sedan. It looks so out of place next to Raglan’s immaculate specimen. He feels out of place. He shouldn’t have come empty handed, but he has no idea of what wines are good and he didn’t want to bring the wrong kind. So. He presents himself empty handed, ringing the doorbell.

You open the door and smile at him. He’s only ever seen you in school clothes. Tonight you have a light pink sweater and white jeans. It compliments your skin tone well. Still clean faced, no makeup. Hair neat and tidy, nails polished to match the sweater.

“Let the man in, it’s cold out there.” Steve’s voice calls over your shoulder.

You giggle and murmur an apology and pull the door wide open, granting Mike entrance into the Raglan household.

“Mike. How are you? Come in,” Steve greets you warmly from an open doorway to the left. “You can just give your coat to her.” He shrugs out of the jacket and hands it to you, following your stepfather into the living room.

“I didn’t know being a social worker paid so well. This place is nice,” Mike murmurs. The couch looks new, plush microfiber. Bookshelves and a fireplace and art on the wall that looks like an original, not some cheap knockoff.

The tall man laughs. “Well, it’s not all from that source of income. I used to own a business. Made some wise investments. We can discuss it sometime, if you’d like.”

“What kind of business?”

“A restaurant,” Steve says.

“Must have been pretty upscale, huh?”

“Well it wasn’t a Michelin star type, no. But it was pretty, yes,” he muses, his voice softening, his eyes looking distant.

“What happened to it? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, it’s still around. Closed but…I could never quite bring myself to let it go.” He smiles softly. “So enough about going down memory lane. Have a seat. I hope you’re not going to be too upset, but we’re having dinner delivered. Work ended up being particularly busy today, and…”

“No, that fine. Whatever’s okay.” He sinks into one of the couch cushions.

“Great. Well, it should be here in a half hour or so. Want something to drink?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at him. An honest to goodness deliberate wink. Mike shifts in his seat, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves.

The phone rings after Steve leaves. He can hear his muffled voice from the other room. He drags his damp palms over his thighs. He’s so nervous.

“Hey, my stepdad said to give this to you.” You walk into the room carrying a pair of wine glasses filled with something pink that’s a shade darker than your sweater. You hand him the fuller one. “That one’s yours.”

“Oh, um…” Well. One glass of wine was fine. He’d certainly driven home drunker than that before. “Thanks,” he accepts the glass and takes a sip. Wine has never really been his thing, but to be honest, he could use the alcohol to take the edge off right now. “Does your dad—I mean stepdad—usually let you drink?”

You shake your head. “Never. But he said it’s a special occasion.” You take a cautious sip, frowning over the taste.

Mike takes another swallow, watching as you sit down next to him. So many seats available and you choose this one.

You sample more of the drink. “It’s warm in here, isnt it?” Your cheeks are definitely more flushed. Man, you were really a lightweight.

“That’s normal. You get warm when you drink alcohol. The blood vessels dilate. Maybe you should slow down,” Mike cautions.

“Sorry about that. Work. They just can’t seem to manage without my guidance.” Steve apologizes as he strides back into the room, carrying what Mike presumes is the wine bottle that you’ve been drinking from. No glass for him. He settles on the opposite end of the couch from the younger man, his thigh very close to his stepdaughter’s. “What have we been chatting about? Anything interesting?”

“Can I have some more? I’m really thirsty.” Your voice sounds…off. Not intoxicated, but something else.

“Of course you can, sweet girl. But not too much. We don’t want you passing out. At least, not quite yet.” He tips the open bottle into the now empty glass, helping you to hold it steady.

The older man takes a swig from the bottle, sighing in satisfaction. Mike can only stare open mouthed. What, exactly, was happening?

“Well, at least she gave you the right glass.”

“I’m sorry?”

Steve shakes his head. He rests a hand on your knee. “I’ll give you credit, Mike. You’ve been nothing but polite and respectful to her so far. Almost as if you’re not drowning in impure thoughts the remainder of the time. I know your type.” He smiles but there’s no humor in that curve of lips.

“I…I don’t know what you’re…”

“Oh, Mike, come on. You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve had to play the dear devoted stepfather who tragically lost his second wife in an accident for the last several years. Just waiting for the right moment. I think I’ve waited long enough. Don’t you agree?”

“Steve…” Mike begins, unsure of how to proceed. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest. He’s ashamed to say there’s an echo of that pulse further south, too.

“Oh, and by the way, dinner is canceled. Finish your drink,” Raglan coaches you gently. A little of it spills from the corner of your mouth.

“Did you…did you put something in…”

“Just something to relax her. I’m starting to think maybe you need some, too,” Steve manages to tear his eyes away from your damp lower lip, glaring at Mike.

“This…this is so fucked up…”

“And yet you’ve been fantasizing about it for how long now? Weeks? Months? Did you even ask what her qualifications were when you interviewed her for the babysitting job, or did you just drool over her thighs and say yes?” Steve’s hand drags slowly up his stepdaughter’s leg. Your eyes are glassy, dazed, struggling to focus.

Mike swallows loudly.

“I’ve more than paid my dues. Time to collect. You can either share in the plunder or not. I leave it at your discretion. But if you tell anyone about this, I can assure you it will be the last mistake you ever make.”

“You’re not…you’re not going to hurt her, are you?”

“Of course not. I mean, it’s probably going to be a little bit sore when I take her virginity, but, well, that’s to be expected. Maybe with the drugs she won’t even feel it. She certainly won’t remember it.” He threads his fingers through your hair. “You’ve made a bit of a mess of yourself, sweetheart. Let Daddy help you clean it up.”

He laps at the corner of your mouth and Mike’s cock lurches. He knows he should not be having any part of this, he should be calling the police, getting you the fuck away from this man, but he’s too mesmerized by the perverse scene that’s playing out before him. For him.

Steve tugs your head back gently and shoves his tongue between your lips, groaning. You don’t struggle. There is no protest. You’re soft, malleable, pliant beneath him.

The older man breaks the kiss, panting. “So fucking perfect. I’ve always loved that mouth.” He kisses you again. “Want to have a taste, Mike?”

He does.

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[stormyjisung]

New year's day. H.JS

Hold onto the memories,

They'll hold onto you.

Pairing. Hong jisoo x reader

Genre. Romance

Synopsis. Cleaning the aftermath of a new year eve's party just leads you to realize how much you love your boyfriend.

Inspo. New year's day by ts, and my evergreen love for Hong jisoo.

W/c. ~500, short sweet and lovely

Extra. Is this self indulgent? Very much.

Fireworks were still exploding in the distance,

The light from the exploding sparkles trickled into your two bedroom apartment followed by a few handful of people yelling, "Happy new year! "

shaking your head you continued picking up empty cups your friends had left behind, clearing the floor of the glitter from the party popper that your friends had burst with your feet as you walked by,

the wall clock chimed thrice

"it's three am already?" your boyfriend's eyes wide with shock, he blinked a couple of times squinting at the clock, "wasn't it 12 am five minutes ago?!"

picking up the left behind polaroid's you turned to face him, "i know right? we've been cleaning up bottles and glitter since the last 3 hours."

"I'm gonna have a nice talk with them tomorrow" joshua's scowl made you laugh, his overly dramatic nature was something that always added a sprinkle of color in your life,

"Well you can always have a nice talk with them alright, but let's clean this mess up first, our house literally looks like a tornado hit it"

Joshua groaned, muttering a few colorful words under his breath as he continued picking up the equally colorful confetti.

The room fell into a peaceful stupor, with occasional bursts of fireworks and distant cheers, it was an atmosphere you couldn't really put into words.

It was officially 2023,

Another year had flown by, whizzing past you before you could even register it, leaving only memories and lessons in it's wake.

The confetti glimmered, lighting up the ceiling when flecks of light fell on it, for some reason the flecks of light reflecting onto the ceiling reminded you of joshua.

Hands still holding two empty beer bottles, you sat down on the couch, eyes drifting over to your boyfriend as if it was the most natural thing ever, how even in a room full of strangers your eyes would always search for his.

He was hunched over on the floor, scooping up glitter and paper onto his palm, lips pouted in concentration.

It was as if a record was playing on loop.

Something akin to deja vu, for this was the exact scene you'd seen last year,

And the year before

and two years ago.

It was as if one second you had just met joshua and the next second you had spent three new year's and three summers with him. Season's passed by, spring changing into summer, giving way to fall and bleeding into winter.

Flowers bloomed, and wilted and bloomed again, more beautiful than the last time they'd bloomed. Just like the love you and joshua shared,

It was resilient, strong and delicate.

It hid behind doors when monsters roamed the night, it stood tall and proud when dawn had broken through, it had cried with the both of you, but it stayed.

Through thick and then, through summer and winter.

You couldn't imagine life without him. He brought in colors, light and everything soft and nice with him.

Every memory of yours was permeated with his presence, his smile, his warm disposition, his soft words and his laugh.

His laugh which you could recognize anywhere, it was scary how much you'd fallen for him, but it was just as euphoric,

"Why are you staring at me?"

You smiled, walking over to go crouch beside him, softly kissing his lips and the blush that arose on his cheeks, looking into those soft, brown eyes that had become your refuge, "I love you" you whispered.

you wanted his dawns, you wanted his smiles, you wanted his storms, you wanted his midnights, but for right now you were more than happy to be picking up bottles with him on new year's day.

A/n. Love is so beautiful when you've fallen for the right person

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[st4rb3rr13s]

Evergreen Scent

❁Eren being toxic.

I’m kinda bad with angst but here we go !! (Why did this take like an hour lord.)

Warning: cheating, manipulation, pregnancy, emotional abuse. (Tell me if I need anymore warnings!)

Your tears flooded as you left the house. You couldn’t believe it, couldn’t understand it. You didn’t understand how someone could be as cruel as he was. Someone as filthy as he was. Everyone told you to stay away, even your mother who was welcome to everyone told you to stay away. But you didn’t listen, you thought you could change him. He could grow as a person.

The boy you thought you could change was Eren. He couldn’t change, he was the same man who left on his babies mother because she was crazy, the same man who almost killed his brother, the same man who never loved you. You were to blind to see that.

Maybe if he didn’t give you that boyish grin that day. The day he walked over to you on that rainy Monday afternoon. It was a calm day, you had nothing to do. So you decided to go to your favorite cafe, and that’s where you saw him.

Now you didn’t know what he had did before or who he was with before, but you knew he was the one for you. His unserious nature had you laughing the whole time he was with you. The smell of evergreen he so loved to put on lingered on his t-shirt. You never wanted that man to go, so he gave you his phone number.

He was so loving and caring. He made sure you were smiling everytime you were with him. It was so different from how your ex was. He made you feel right at home when he was in your presence. He encouraged you to quit your job so you could spend more time with him. You always tried to decline, but he became more persistent. He was trying to look out for you, wanted you to be comfortable. You raved to your friends and family about him. Although they didn’t like him, if you were happy they didn’t mind him.

Once you two started to live with each other, you quit your job. You didn’t need your co-workers who were nasty to you or that boss who just didn’t know when to quit. All you needed was Eren. All he needed was you. He would do anything for you, he said. Everything started to change afterwards, though.

He was home a lot less, and never paid you any mind. You were confused, why was he so dotting before but now acts like your just a roommate? He always said he loved you, sure he said it a little too early in the relationship but it just meant he really did. And you loved him too, right?

You were confused when one day you opened the door to see a woman standing in the front door asking to see him, with a baby on her hip. Eren told you not to worry about it, but then the woman started yelling about his child. You couldn’t believe he kept this from you. A big secret like that. You were mad at him, but he just hugged you and apologized. Eren never apologized, so he must really be sorry.

You had gotten all dressed up for a date he planned. You were excited, he hadn’t taken you out in so long. You got your nails done, hair done, everything. You even made sure to put on a dress he’d be dying to take off of you. When you came out, you saw him passed out with a beer on the table. You were confused but then realized he forgot. It was a mistake, a lot has been on his mind. Especially since he’s the bread winner, he’s the one working. You just decided to help him get to bed and clean up.

Eren asked you to cut off that friend of yours. Why was she telling you to break up with him over a couple forgotten dates? She was trying to manipulate you into such things. He would decide whose good to be around you and who wasn’t. So slowly, you isolated yourself from your friends and family.

Your pregnancy shocked him and yourself. It was unexpected and quite frankly nerve racking. You were overthinking when he wrapped his arms around you, telling you everything was going to be ok. He’d be here for you and your child. No, our child, he corrected. It made you feel safe, maybe it was a good thing. Maybe he’d be home more, and taking care of you just like he said. He would love you like he did back then.

It was quite the opposite. He spent more time away from home, coming home drunk or high, or even both. The smell on his hoodie is mixed with whiskey, the evergreen cologne, and cheap perfume. The cheap perfume lingers through all of his clothes, which made you question where he was. When you tried to ask, he cut you off. Who were you to be asking where he was? He’s the man in the house, you don’t ask him where he was at. If you wanna know so bad, you can leave.

Eren got more aggravated with everything you did. You forgot to wash the dishes because you were nauseous? Take some medicine and get your lazy ass up. Didn’t wash his clothes like how he wants it? Puts bleach all over your clothes. Threw out something of his you thought he didn’t need anymore? Takes your phone privileges away for a week.

Not like you can really do anything on there, though. Can’t have social media, he thought it was too toxic for your brain. And you could contact those people he told you to block off. If he saw any man in your dms, he’d kill him. So he just thought it was better for you to only have some games and him as your contact.

You wanted to take a small walk because it was nice outside. Although your feet kind of hurt, the doctor told you it was good for you to get exercise. So that’s exactly what you did, plus Eren thought you were getting a little big. His ex didn’t get that big. So you took your small walk.

It started to rain, soaking all your clothes. You took a deep breath, knowing you’d have to go back. Soon as you walked in, you heard a certain creaking in your bed. The type of sound sacred to only him and you. You closed the door a little loud so maybe you could think it’s all a dream. Maybe the creaking would stop. He wouldn’t do this to the mother of his child. You stomped up the stairs still hearing the sound, but a woman’s voice as well. One you couldn’t tell. Your mind was just playing games on you. You opened the door, seeing Eren on top of woman who’s legs were entangled with his. Eren turned back, eyes widening.

You quickly slam the door before walking out the house. Clothing still drenched in rain, you had no where to go. You took a deep breath, looking down at the pavement floor, wondering how it got this bad. How did this happen? What did you see all those years ago? Tears flooded your eyes, threatening to pour out, when someone wrapped their arms around you.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered.

Your body, feeling drained. The words that meant absolutely nothing spit out of his mouth. The lies he promises you, to change. He can change, he’ll be better for you. For your child, no our child. Give him another chance.

Although you wanted to go, a sharp pain you felt in your heart wasn’t letting you. How could you leave the man who helped you get out of that toxic job, your toxic friend group, your toxic life? He made one mistake, he said he’d change. So, you broke to his evergreen scent.

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[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x civilian female reader

summary: jake visits you at the gallery where you work after he's done training for the day. it becomes very apparent that you've both caught feelings.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! oh look, it's smut again! but this time there is [drumroll] some plot! unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), jake being turned on by his own callsign.

word count: 5.1k

author's notes: no beta, we die like goose. mainly because i didn't want to subject anyone to how long this part is!

i hadn't intended for this to become a series, but this is the third part in august slipped away.

previous: pt. i | tell me my name pt. ii | tokyo summer

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

There was a small art gallery just outside of Miramar; if you wanted to wander around for hours you’d need to make your way into the city proper to go to the San Diego Museum of Art, but if you just wanted to browse some more local art and perhaps purchase a painting or piece of artwork, Evergreen Brush was there for all of your artsy needs.

And that was where you worked as a curator, helping select the pieces and artists that you featured, and turning on your charm to sell artwork to sailors and aviators who might not know the first thing about artwork but wanted a little piece of San Diego to bring home with them.

Jake had texted you early in the morning, he was training pretty much all day but would come and pick you up after you closed the gallery and take you out. For what, he didn’t say, but you didn’t really give a damn where you went, you just wanted to spend time with him.

You had just flipped the sign on the door over to CLOSED for the evening as the familiar sound of fighter jets passed overhead, and you idly wondered if Jake was in one of them.

Fidgeting with some of the everyday rings you wore on your fingers, you wandered further into the gallery to do your “end of day” tasks. It had been a few weeks since you’d met Jake at The Hard Deck, a few weeks since you’d begun this situationship with him. You had promised yourself a very long time ago that you’d never get involved with another military man, but then had realized that if you were going to live in Fightertown that you really didn’t have much of a choice if you wanted to date ever again.

Jake was the type you should’ve run away from, but you had been powerless then to say no to his invitation out for a drink. He was definitely the type you’d normally go out with once, bring back to your home for the night, and that would be that. But there was something incredibly disarming about him that you hadn’t anticipated, a wall that he knocked down everytime you were in his presence.

You got the feeling that wasn’t something that he did often, and wondered what made you so special.

That first night, Jake had told you that he didn’t know how long he would be around. He couldn’t tell you much about what he was doing, it was very hush hush, but you got the impression that the mission was perilous enough that he might not return. And even if he did, this wasn’t where he would be posted long term. Whenever he left that would be it.

You’d had relationships, flings, with expiration dates before, but this was different. With the unknown “best before” date looming over your head, you tried your hardest not to catch feelings. It was fucking impossible with the likes of Jake Seresin.

Sighing, setting some invoices down on the counter, you raised your head and looked across the room to a series of abstract paintings, hoping they would put your mind at ease, quell the noise that would just not shut up.

There was no future with Jake, so it was best to just have a good time while you had him.

Convincing yourself of that was easier said than done.

In the employee lounge, the owner kept all kinds of liquor. Wine, whiskey, beer, anything a customer making a big purchase, an artist making a big sale, or a stressed out curator might crave. You made your way back there and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, knowing that it was Jake’s favourite. You didn’t know if he’d want to stick around, or what manner of plans he had for you both when he inevitably arrived, but there was no way you were going to have a drink and not offer him some.

-

You were just wrapping up recording sales for the day when there was a knock on the door. Glass of whiskey lifted halfway to your lips,  you looked over to see Jake at the front door, hands in his pockets, smiling broadly when you made eye contact.

You giggled, feeling like a teenager being picked up for a school dance.

Somehow you managed to keep yourself from running to the door, though you moved as quickly as your feet and self respect could take you. From the other side of the door, Jake held your gaze as you unlocked it, before swinging it open and allowing him access.

“Hey darlin’,” he said brightly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close for a kiss.

“Hey,” you murmured, returning his kiss and draping your arms over his shoulder. “Gimmie a sec and I’ll lock the door.”

You mournfully pulled yourself from Jake’s embrace and moved to lock the door, while he stepped further into the gallery. “I never knew this place existed until you told me about it,” he said, looking around at some of the paintings.

“I don’t think it’s in the pamphlets they give you when you arrive at TOPGUN about sights to see while you’re here,” you teased, locking up and turning around. “I found a bottle of whiskey in the break room. Would you like some?”

“Baby girl,” Jake said, tilting his head slightly and raising his eyebrows as he turned to look at you. “C’mon.”

You grinned so brightly that your face hurt, and you walked over to the counter to pour a glass for Jake and another one for yourself. 

“Very different work environment from mine,” Jake teased, taking a glass and then clinking it against yours. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you repeated, watching him for a moment before taking a sip from your glass.

You couldn’t stop watching him; the way his Adam's apple bobbed as the alcohol slid down his throat, the way his green eyes practically twinkled in the low light, the closeness of him when he truly did not have to be that close at all.

It had been a few days since you’d seen him, and all you could think about was the last time you had seen him. Your face felt warm, and whether it was from Jake’s presence or the liquor you would never truly know.

“I just need to finish some paperwork, and then I’m all yours for the night,” you said, shuffling some papers and clearing your throat. More for your own benefit than Jake’s. “Feel free to have a browse.”

Jake smiled at you, before slowly pacing over to the wall of paintings. “I think I will, darlin’.”

Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to look down to finish what you had been working on, even if your eyes wanted to follow Jake through the gallery, watch the way his hand clutched at the glass of whiskey, the broad span of his shoulders, his perfect ass.

You told yourself the sooner you got done with paperwork, the sooner your hands could busy themselves with something else.

It was just as you were finishing up that you heard Jake say, “Could you tell me more about this one?”

Smiling, you moved from behind the counter, grabbing your drink along the way and sauntering over to where Jake was standing. When you realized exactly which painting he was talking about, something in your stomach began to flutter.

It was one of yours.

“Well,” you began, as you stood next to Jake, “this is a contemporary figurative painting. The artist specializes in the genres of portraiture and landscape. But, with this painting she has found a way to … sort of combine the two.” You looked out the corner of your eye to observe Jake, to find that he was hanging on your every word, and seemed genuinely interested. “The landscape in question is the artist’s own body.”

“Hmm,” Jake hummed, before looking closely. “She’s laying down, right? The curves of her body look like rolling hills.”

“That was precisely her intent,” you continued, looking over at Jake. “She isn’t always her body’s biggest fan, and society as a whole still has a problem with bodies that don’t fit the typical beauty standard. So, she is subverting their judgemental gaze by focusing on just a small part of her body, at an angle that most people would not see her in.”

Jake inhaled sharply, as if processing, and you briefly wondered if you’d made yourself too vulnerable, put too much on the table. Of course you and Jake had enjoyed some deeper discussions since meeting, and you’d talked about your art with him, but this was different than all of that. This was opening up in a way that you didn’t with even people you’d known for quite a long time. He’d be right to be put off by it.

“I think it’s stunning,” Jake said quietly, before polishing off what remained of his whiskey and then letting his arm hang loosely at his side, holding the glass by the rim. “And I’ve seen this body from this angle. It’s one of the most gorgeous and magnetic things I’ve ever seen.”

“Jake,” you whispered, shaking your head slightly. You were alternately touched and thought that he was putting on quite the show.

“What?” he asked, turning his attention from the painting to look over at you, eyebrow raised quizzically.

“You don’t have to flatter me so much,” you said, reaching for the empty glass and offering him a smile. “You already have me.”

“Darlin’,” Jake began, his voice dropping into that low register that drove you wild, “I’m not … saying that to try and butter you up. This is gorgeous.” He gestured to the painting. “I don’t know much about art, but I think I know what I like.” He paused, simply looking into your eyes for a moment. “I want to buy it.”

“Jake,” you began, biting at your bottom lip and shaking your head slightly. “C’mon. You don’t really want to buy a painting of my back curving into my ass. There are so many better paintings here. If you want some art I’d be happy to -”

“I’m not playing at something,” Jake insisted, brow furrowing as you turned toward the breakroom. He reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey. I like you. We wouldn’t be doing … this, if I didn’t. I like your art. I want to buy some.”

You’d whirled around, facing him, and swallowed hard. God, he was going to make you talk about all of this, wasn’t he?

“I can make you some art. Some better art. You don’t want that one,” you insisted. “Besides, it costs far too much money.”

“So give me a discount then,” Jake said, smiling at you. You set the empty glasses down on a nearby shelf. “I don’t understand. Why don’t you want me to have this?”

“Do you really want a painting of a part of my naked body?” you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrows. “I have so much better work than that. Something that will actually look nice hanging in your home. Something that people won’t ask you questions about.”

“Yes, I want a painting of a part of your naked body,” Jake insisted, reaching for your hand. “I really like your naked body. I really like you. Besides it would be nice to have something -”

“Don’t.”

“- to remember you.”

Even though you had desperately wanted to have this conversation, even though your heart threatened to beat out of the space behind your rib cage every time you thought of him, the last thing that you wanted to talk about was the after. Aside from a couple of slip ups, you’d generally done pretty well about ignoring the fact that this was all going to end.

Somehow, Jake acknowledging it made the whole thing real, and worse, stating that he wanted to remember you felt like a dagger to your heart.

“We agreed not to talk about it,” you said simply, trying to turn away from him, but he was still holding on tightly to your wrist.

Jake pulled you toward him, against his chest, and held you close. “I know,” he said, a kindness in his voice as he relinquished his hold on your wrist to brush your hair away from his face. “I know we did. But, as we’ve established, I like you, want to remember you after I leave. What’s so wrong with that?”

“Because we agreed that when this was over, whenever that might be, that we wouldn’t,” you said sternly, trying desperately to act like your heart wasn’t cracking open like a ship against the rocks. But in a good way. You didn’t want to hold back what you felt, but you did it because of what you’d both agreed to. “And now you’re trying to change the rules. That’s not fair.”

Jake pursed his lips together. “You’re right, it’s not.” You puffed your chest out, having felt like you’d won a little victory. “But I never said I was fair.” He held you a little closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. “I like you. A lot. More than I was anticipating. I don’t want to act like you don’t mean anything to me. You do. I’m not going to forget you when this is over. How could I?”

“I don’t want to talk about the expiration date,” you murmured, a little breathless. Jake was leaning in closer to you, his nose bumping against yours. “We have right now. We’ll worry about later when we get there.”

It was easy enough to say. You had been worrying about later since yours and Jake’s first date, when he’d left your home and headed back to the base, while you had sat on the floor, his come dripping down your thighs.

You wouldn’t have changed what the two of you had for anything in the world. Even if it would inevitably be painful in a matter of weeks.

“Right now,” Jake murmured in agreement. God, he was so close. You tried to close the space between you and he pulled back a little, smirking at you with a flash of perfect, white teeth, the corners of his eyes crinkling. Fuck, you hated him in that moment. “I kind of want to bend you over something and fuck you.”

“Jake.”

“Dress hiked up over your hips,” he continued, his hands moving down along your sides before settling on your aforementioned hips.

“Jake,” you repeated, wrapping an arm around his neck and trying to haul him closer. He still wouldn’t kiss you, and you decided that you were done playing fair. With your free hand you reached down between Jake’s legs, and grabbed his stiffening cock through his pants.

“Fuck,” he growled, hips canting forward toward your touch.

“Hike my dress up over my hips then,” you breathed, squeezing him gently through his jeans, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Raw me.”

He said nothing, and instead gave you that kiss that you had so been craving. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t gentle, and there was the very real possibility that your teeth knocking together would result in a trip to the dentist for one of you. But you didn’t care. It was so passionate, so incredibly raw, and you lived for the intensity that he put into every kiss that he bestowed upon your waiting and eager lips.

You found yourself crowded against a wall, between two contemporary impressionist paintings, and visions of your first time together flooded back in your mind. Not one to reminisce while in the process of being ravished, you turned your attention back to what was happening in the then and now, Jake’s teeth scraping along the column of your throat. You tangled a hand in his hair, loving the feeling of the soft tendrils wrapping around your fingers, where his hair was a little longer. 

During a moment of respite, where you both needed to come up for air, you held Jake’s gaze as you hiked your dress up slowly, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your underwear and shoving them down your legs. Jake didn’t tear his eyes away from yours, but you could tell from the shift in his breathing that he wanted to. Your underwear off, you relinquished your hold on the hem of your dress and reached forward, palming Jake’s hardening cock through his jeans.

“Do you want me, love?” you rasped, and only regretted calling him love a little bit. It was a term of endearment that you used with many people, but it seemed like such a loaded word with him.

“Yes,” he gasped, still rapt as he looked into your eyes, nodding his head slowly as you began to undo his belt.

“Do you want to split my pussy open on your thick cock?” you purred, pulling the belt from its loops and tossing it onto the floor.

Jake leaned forward slightly, bracing one hand against the wall, the other against your throat. You gasped, tipping your head back slightly as he applied just the slightest bit of pressure. “Yes,” he growled, that southern drawl making your cunt pulse around nothing, his thumb smoothing over the delicate skin along the column of your throat.

Your hands trembling, you shoved the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free him. Your hand circled around his length, stroking him slowly, and you marvelled at how wet he was already, how eager he was. Whenever you were together you never doubted how much he wanted you. It was always quite apparent.

The angle was all wrong - he had several inches on you height-wise. Jake dipped his head down, claiming your mouth in one final brutal kiss, before he reluctantly pulled himself away. You whimpered, but didn’t have long to look at him questioningly, or look at him at all. He grabbed you roughly and turned you around, slamming your front against the wall. Your hands automatically went out to brace yourself, and you let out a satisfied groan.

“Not too rough?” he asked you.

“No,” you replied breathlessly. “Fuckin’ perfect …”

The only downside was that you couldn’t see him, and you loved looking at him, his face, watching as every emotion he felt, everything he thought passed over his features. At least with you. You looked back over your shoulder to find him stroking himself, and you let out a low moan, wriggling against the wall in anticipation. He must’ve felt your eyes on him, because he looked up and regarded you for a moment before reaching for the hem of your dress and pushing it up over your hips, just as he said that he wanted to.

“God, look at you,” Jake rumbled.

You let out a soft noise that died on your lips when he drew his hand back and cracked it hard against your exposed ass. “Oh!” you cried, forehead dropping against the wall. “Holy shit …”

“Okay?” he asked with some trepidation.

You appreciated him asking, but it took you a few moments to find the words. “Yes,” you finally replied. “I’ll - you can do whatever you want to me. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Those had apparently been the magic words, because you heard him groan, heard the slick sound of his hand moving over his cock before he smacked your ass hard again. He hit you with such force that you felt your entire body jostle from it, could feel the ache that lingered between your legs permeating through your entire core. You pushed away from the wall, pushed back against him, cock moving between your cheeks.

“Oh my god,” he murmured, hips jerking forward, his hands settling on your hips. “Baby girl -”

“Jake, please,” you whined, wriggling against him. “Don’t - don’t make me wait.”

That was apparently the last thing that he wanted to do. One of his hands relinquished its hold on you, reaching between them to grab at the base of his cock. He shifted it so that it was nestled between your thighs, letting out a shuddering breath as it dragged against your clit, your lips.

“Fuck me,” you gasped desperately, reaching behind yourself and curling an arm around his neck, drawing them closer. His mouth immediately sought out your throat, and he nudged the collar of your jean jacket to the side with his fingers. “Hangman, give me your cock.”

You’d never called him by his callsign before, and he let out the most pathetic, devastatingly sexy sound you’d ever heard. 

He didn’t make you wait any longer, pressing his fingers along his length and guiding it into your wet and waiting cunt. You both gasped, relieved, and seemingly melted against one another as he began to press inside. Jake’s hands sought your breasts, squeezing them gently through the fabric of your dress, your bra, a low moan echoing off the walls of the art gallery as he sunk deeper inside of you.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he moaned as you pressed back against him. “Baby girl … oh my god.”

You, in that moment, felt so incredibly powerful. You felt used, like a plaything for little more than his pleasure. But the way that he filled you, worshipped your body with every touch, every kiss, every shift of his hips let you know the truth - you were cherished, you were ultimately the one in control. You could bend him to your every whim, and he would go willingly. 

You whined and gasped as he filled you, and when his hips met your ass and he couldn’t move any deeper inside of you, you made a small, frustrated sound. You would’ve gladly taken more of him if there were more to take - and he certainly wasn’t lacking.

Swaying your hips, you tipped your head back against his shoulder, your own hands settling over his, encouraging him to grab your breasts harder. “Hangman,” you murmured breathlessly. “Fuck me. Split me open, love.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” he moaned, peppering your face and throat with desperate, messy kisses.

“Why would I do that?” you asked with a breathless smile, turning your head slightly so that you could get one of those kisses on your lips. 

After taking a moment to get accustomed to the feeling of being inside you, of finding the position that made you cry out the most, Jake began to move. Slowly at first, but then in earnest, his hands coming to settle on your hips once more. He guided you along him as he moved, his hips snapping forward and meeting your ass again and again, the deliciously improper smacking sound filling the gallery.

Christ, how you wanted to see him.

“Jake,” you whimpered as he fucked you with abandon. “Love, I can’t - let me - I want to see you.”

He seemed only too happy to oblige, and though he reluctantly pulled out of you (you both let out mournful sounds), he quickly rectified it by manhandling you until you were facing him. Your eyes wide and startled, you barely had a moment to react, to adjust, before he was swooping in and kissing you, pushing you back against the wall. You lifted a leg, hooking it over his hip, and he groaned something against your mouth about you being so flexible, and you smiled. You ground your hips against him, and he bucked against you, growling as his tongue delved into your mouth.

“Put it - put it back in,” you whimpered, arching against him, draping your arms over his shoulders. The angle was still all wrong, and for the first time in a very long while you hated how short you were compared to him. “Jake,” you whined, frustrated, head thumping back against the wall.

You had no idea what had gotten into you that night, but you felt all manner of things all at once. You could scarcely remember a time when you had wanted anyone but Jake, despite the fact that he’d only come into your life a few weeks previous. Your heart ached from how strongly that you felt for him, and from the inevitable end of your relationship. You were so overjoyed, while simultaneously being absolutely gutted.

“Sweetheart,” Jake murmured, pressing his mouth along the curve of your jaw. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

One of his hands moved under the thigh of the leg you had up over his hip, while the other traced idle patterns on your other leg. You whimpered quietly, looking into his green eyes as he searched your face for a moment. You didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was you wanted to give it to him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, as if he’d never said it to you before. He had, that night of your first date, but your heart felt full from hearing it again.

“So are you,” you responded in kind, and Jake smiled and bit at his lip.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he murmured. “A little tighter than you already are.” You did as instructed, looking at him quizzically. “Hold on.”

You didn’t have the time to ask him what he was doing. He hooked his arm under the back of your knee against his hip, and then crouched down, doing the same with the other leg, hoisting you up off the floor. You let out a startled noise and held onto him tighter, your hand fisted the collar of his shirt in your hand.

“Jake,” you gasped.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing his face against your throat for a moment.

Jake pushed you back up against the wall, using that as leverage to hoist you a little higher. You untangled one of your arms from being wrapped around him and reached down between the two of you, grabbing his cock and guiding the tip inside of yourself. Gravity took care of the rest.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, eyebrows furrowing as you looked down to watch Jake’s cock slipping inside. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

At that point, Jake seemed to be beyond even four letter, single syllable words, and simply pressed his mouth against your throat, alternating between breathing harshly and moaning, delicious sounds coming from that you hadn’t been aware he was capable of making.

You wriggled, attempting to move yourself up and down along Jake’s cock, using his shoulders as leverage. You were able to move slightly, but mostly it was left up to gravity, and Jake’s arms lifting you. He was so strong, but you were sure that he couldn’t keep that up for long. Thankfully, the angle was fucking perfect and he wouldn’t have to.

“Jake,” you gasped, tangling one hand in his hair and tugging. He moved shallowly, the base of his shaft rubbing against your clit. You wouldn’t last. “Jake!”

He gasped your name in turn, tongue darting out to taste your skin, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “I’m - I’m coming. Come with me. Sweetheart, please -”

You didn’t need to be asked twice, his pleas and the way he stretched you open, hit all of the sweetest spots inside you ensuring that you came tumbling along with him. Jake was inelegant as he came - grunting and gasping and twitching against you, and it only spurred your own orgasm on further, your entire body trembling with the force of it. It rocked you to your core so hard that when you closed your eyes for a moment you saw the brightest of stars.

Gingerly, you attempted to lower your legs, but your feet still didn’t touch the floor. You could feel his entire body quaking against you, and he crouched slightly to pull his cock out of you, ease you onto the floor, still breathing hard, still making soft sounds against your skin. He seemed reluctant to pull away from the warmth of your throat.

“Fuck,” you gasped, tipping your head back against the wall, your fingers gently scratching at his scalp. “Jake …”

You had said little else for several minutes. They seemed to be the best two words, at least for the moment. They were good words. They were undoubtedly your favourites.

Jake leaned his forehead against yours, and you traded ragged breaths as you attempted to regain any semblance of composure. You didn’t know how the rest of the evening was likely to shake out, but you hoped that it didn’t include being upright for any length of time, as you felt you were barely capable then of standing without assistance.

He pulled away from you, and you were about to tighten your grip on his hair, not wanting him to go anywhere, but he began to slowly sink to his knees. There was a question that died on your lips as he lifted the hem of your dress, which you took a hold of in your hands and hiked up over your thighs as you watched him. Hands settling on your thighs, Jake leaned in and licked the sensitive bundle of nerves at your center. You cried out, relinquishing your hold on your dress with at least one hand, which you tangled into his soft, mused hair once more.

Without a word, he tilted his head to the side and began to lick into you and it was through a haze that you realized that he was licking his own come out of you. 

You may have come again from the sheer knowledge of that alone.

“Oh,” you gasped, watching him intently. “Oh god. Fuckin’ ... Jake.”

He moaned against you like it was the sweetest thing that he’d ever tasted, his own release mixed with yours. And you didn't doubt for a moment that he thought just that. Jake ate your pussy like it was a goddamn honour.

“You … holy fuck,” you purred, fingers carding gently through his hair.

You spread your legs a little wider, Jake’s tongue probing your cunt, as if he didn’t want to lose a single drop. He was positively filthy, and looked so incredibly debauched on his knees in front of you, neck craned, brow furrowed in concentration. He opened his eyes to look up at you, and you shuddered under the heat and intensity of his gaze. When Jake deemed you sufficiently clean, he drew back, licking at his lips and smoothing a hand over his face, his eyes still locked with yours.

“I …” You found that you couldn’t speak, and instead let go of your dress, letting it tumble over your thighs. Your now free hand joined the other in Jake’s hair, the both of them sweeping down over his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Wow.”

Jake chuckled, turning his head and pressing a kiss to one of your palms. “Yes, darlin’. Wow.”

/end.

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[lisannastraussisanangel]

Laxus and Lucy BROTP headcanons?

You get me. I want them to be besties:

Laxus fights for Lucy to get a spot on the next s-class trials

She's one of the few people he will offer his coat to when it's cold

He uses her head as an arm rest. One of these days, Lucy will tear his arm off for his audacity

She's one of the few people who have gotten into a heated argument with Laxus and lived to tell the tale

Sometimes when she's being rowdy, Laxus will electrify the air to make her hair all frizzy (Evergreen is also a victim to this)

Laxus has a scar from when he jumped in front of Lucy in 100yq. She feels really guilty about it, but Laxus assures her he doesn't mind and he'd do it again in a heartbeat

Lucy still feels like she needs to make it up to him and insisted on doing something. He told her to buy him a beer and they'd be even

Laxus is not very good at feelings so he asks Lucy for help with romantic stuff when he starts dating. (his partner knows it was Lucy planning it but pretends they don't)

One time an interviewer made a sexist comment about her and Laxus spent the rest of the interview lecturing the guy about not only Lucy's honor but every other woman he knows that could kick the interviewers ass

Laxus will shock anyone Lucy requests with no questions asked. He figures she has a good reason (it is usually Natsu or Gray which Laxus does with pleasure)

Lucy will defend Laxus to the grave. Especially because he doesn't have the best rep due to his past so Lucy has gotten into several fist fights in his honor

#kept Laxus' partner vague cause this post isnt about my specific ships lol #ik i said the first one before but i love it #I hope you enjoyed! #anon <3 #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #laxus dreyar #lucy heartfilia

[bullet-prooflove]

The First Time - Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson x Reader

Tagging: @burningpeachpuppy @chickensrule @iwannabeinthesequalmrghostface @justameresimp @lxaah11 @librarian1002 @littlebadariell @imaginecrushes @luckyladycreator2 @flrboyd @nani-kenobi @areamir @@b-bradshaw @adaydreamaway08 @crimeshowjunkie @shepgurl @ashcosmo @inkandarsenic @caffeinatedwoman @tortilla-maria1 @lemmons1998 @dr-alan-grantler @watashiwasun @burningpeachpuppy @penguin876

Prequel to the Deployment!Series:

Propriety (NSFW) - All thoughts of propriety goes out of the window when Beau finds you in his office.

Rumours - Beau doesn't realise there's a rumour about him.

Disengage - Beau discovers your secret.

Stalemate - The stalemate between you and Beau breaks when he recieves some news.

Absence - Beau misses you.

The First Month - Beau struggles through the first month apart.

Home - You finally make it home to Beau.

Darlin (NSFW) - You and Beau spend a little time together.

The first time Beau saw you; you were prosecuting an Ensign under his command who was accused of smuggling coke through produce in the kitchens. Against Beau’s advice the idiot had elected for a court martial. You had eviscerated his case; it was both beautiful and painful to watch.

He'd ran into you that night at a bar just off base. The two of you had shared a drink after he’d congratulated you on your success. You’d been surprised by his candour, Evans was an idiot he told you, he deserved everything he got. It was a refreshing attitude from a commanding officer, they usually gave you both barrels. He’d put you in a cab at the end of the evening because his mama raised a gentleman, and he wanted to see you home safe.

“I enjoyed tonight.” You tell him, lingering in the open door of the vehicle. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

He gives you that handsome smile and that’s when it happens.

It feels like a lightning strike, a spike of adrenalin searing straight through your nerves. In that moment you want to kiss him, run your fingers through his hair, strip away his shirt and find out what’s underneath but you don’t.

You lie in bed that night, staring at the ceiling wishing you’d taken that shot before you ship out again.

You run into each other a couple of times after that. It always ends the same way, the two of you propping up the bar at the end of the night, heads bowed together laughing. There’s no one that makes you smile as much as Beau, and you adore it.

Things change in Norfolk. You’re doing a two-year rotation as a defence attorney when you meet up with him at a bar off base.

“What’s it like playing for the other side?” He asks you.

You're sitting in a quiet corner away from the hustle and bustle of the other patrons, sharing a pitcher and a basket of fries. The atmosphere is low key, relaxed. It’s easy being with you, there’s no airs and graces, you’re just a woman and he’s just a man, rank doesn’t come into it. His knee bumps against yours underneath the table, you don’t move away. It’s a sign he thinks, you like him just as much as he likes you.

“I don’t really view it as that.” You tell him, dipping your fry in some ketchup. “I like representing service members, it’s different focusing on the needs of the individual. These people are facing the biggest challenges of their life and having me on their side gets them some relief in one way or another. It’s humbling how grateful some people are to have someone actually fighting for them. A lot of them don’t have a lot of faith in the system and I get that. It’s imperfect.”

“That’s an interesting way of looking at it.” He says leaning back in his seat, his evergreen eyes coming to focus on you.

“And I suppose you think the government’s infallible?” You ask him with a sardonic tone. “That there’s never any mistakes or grey areas.”

He picks up his beer and considers your point. It’s the first time someone’s challenged his thinking and he finds it refreshing. He thinks about all the shit he’s seen throughout his career. The shit he’s done in the name of his country. The system isn’t perfect, he’s seen that for himself. There was a sailor last year who was court marshalled for going AWOL, the reason she had gone AWOL was due to a sexual assault, perpetrated by the very people worked alongside. She’d had her trauma challenged and dragged through the court room, before she received a dismissal. It was fucking nauseating.

“No, I don’t.” He admits, shaking his head. “I think it’s a good thing they have someone like you on their side.”

You can tell he means it; he has that haunted look in his eyes. The law isn’t always right, it’s why you took this assignment in the first place. You wanted to see both sides of the table, find your place in it all.

It’s raining heavily when the two of you step outside, you linger in the doorway as you tug your hair out of your jacket. He smiles, reaching out to help you, his fingertips brushing a stray strand back behind your ear.

“Beau.” You say quietly, your fingers smoothing out the collar of his jacket. “How long are we going to keep doing this?”

His eyes capture yours, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as he leans in close.

“If I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.” He tells you.

“Maybe I don’t want you to.” You murmur, your fingertips chasing along the line of his jaw. “Maybe I want this as much as you do.”

He kisses you then, his heated mouth brushing over yours and in that moment you’re lost. Your fingers tangle in his hair, his firm body pressing against you as you deepen the kiss, your tongue dipping into his mouth. He moans and that fucking sound sends a wildfire chasing up through your synapses. You want him, more than you’ve ever wanted anything.

He draws away unwillingly, his gaze on your swollen lips as his thumb chases over the outline of your mouth.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks you, his head tilting towards the hotel across the street.

“Yea.” You whisper against his lips. “Yea I do.”

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[thelandboundseawitch]

🦌Yule & Christmas🦌

Yule is a sabbat which celebrates the winter solstice. It's a celebration of home and loved ones. It is a time to reflect and look forward to the days getting longer once again. Decorating trees and feasting with friends and family are common Yuletide traditions. Yule is celebrated by many on December 21st, though it varies by individuals.

Activities

Decorate a tree, pinecone, or houseplant

Drink hot chocolate

Bake desserts

Burn a Yule log or sit by the fireplace

Host a feast for family and friends

Feed animals

Donate(toys, clothing, etc.) to those in need

Do snow activities(making snowmen, snow angels, etc.)

Altar Decorations

Pinecones

Poinsettias

Candles

Fake Snow

Garland

Ornaments

Yule Log

Ribbon

Bells

Wreaths

Holly Berries

Animals

Deer

Dove

Buffalo

Wolf

Squirrels

Bears

Colors

Red

Green

White

Gold

Silver

Crystals

Bloodstone

Cat's Eye

Citrine

Ruby

Garnet

Emeralds

Deities

Apollo

Jesus

Demeter

Artemis

Diana

Virgin Mary

Flowers

Chamomile

Poinsettias

Food

Roasted Meat

Bread

Squash

Eggnog

Soup

Fruit Cake

Nuts

Beer

Spiced Cider and Wassail

Gingerbread

Hot Chocolate

Incense and Oils

Frankincense

Myrrh

Bayberry

Cedar

Pine

Cinnamon

Juniper

Orange

Clove

Plants & Herbs

Frankincense

Rosemary

Sage

Bay

Evergreen

Myrrh

Mistletoe

Pine

Oak

Ginger

Star Anise

Spells and Rituals

Yule is an excellent time to cast spells to promote happiness, prosperity, and healing. These are a way to rein in the winter solstice and celebrate the beginning of longer days.

Final Notes

Write sigils on the inside of wrapping paper

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[necroromantics]

🧺 — Laundry And Taxes

chapter 11. // christmas special // (masterlist)

AN: Helloo to all the readers of L&T, happy holidays to everyone and Merry Christmas for anyone who celebrates :] Heres my present to you 🔥

Standing on the station platform, tickets to Alabama in their hands, Natalie looked out at the approaching train. She leaned over to the boy waiting patiently next to her, and told him that she had never been on one before.

“Seems like we experience a lot of firsts together,” Toby grinned as Natalie punched his arm.

The girl sat on the window seat, resting her head in the palm of her hand as she looked out at the passing scenery. Toby laid back in his seat and closed his eyes, everything was in motion. The white winter landscape was complemented by tall, passing evergreen trees. Natalie watched the unspoiled morning skies mingle with the fluffs of clouds, and listened closely to the pleasant chatter of the two passengers seated behind her. By the sounds of it, they had only just met on that train, and were both headed south to see family. She glanced over at the boy resting quietly beside her and thought to herself how strange it is to meet someone you must’ve known lifetimes before.

The pair held fire in their eyes and their bags over their shoulders as they hurried down the streets sprawled with snow. Once they approached their destination of a tiny house decorated with an abundance of Christmas lights, Toby knocked heavily onto the front door. After waiting for a minute, the door creaked open, a familiar tall, blonde man wearing a Santa hat stood with a toothy grin on his face, welcoming the two inside. Brian gave Toby a hearty pat on the back as he led the boy to the living room, Natalie following silently close behind.

“Good to see you’re not in handcuffs yet, man.” Brian said

“Yeah, good to see you’re still growing out that awful mustache,” Toby teased back. In the living room, Tim sat in his recliner chair with an afternoon beer in his hand. He was sporting a red Christmas sweater that presented the words “Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal”. Beside him, there was a small Christmas tree perched atop the coffee table. Toby snickered to himself at the sight as he walked over and played with the plastic pine needles.

“Damn Tim, you really went all out this year huh.”

“Cut the shit,” Tim said, swatting the boy away.

Brian sat himself down onto the couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the television to whatever sports channel was on, letting it play quietly in the background. Taking a seat beside Brian, Toby looked over to Natalie who had been awkwardly lingering in the entrance, her arms crossed over her chest, her body pressed to the wall. The girl glanced over the room of men and furrowed her brow. She never liked proxies. Toby stared at the disinterested girl for a moment, watching her quietly reside in her own little world, before Brian spoke, catching the boy's attention.

“So you’re living in North Dakota now? How’s the weather up there treating you?”

“Uh, yeah, it’s alright. I’m used to all the snow from back home in Colorado, so it’s not too bad.”

As the two men continued to exchange their small talk, filling in the silence that hung over the room, Tim took another sip of his beer.

“You still hellbent on getting back to the old world?” Tim chimed in, causing Toby to look over with an irritated glare.

“So what if I am? Whats it matter to you?”

“Just wondering,” Tim lifted his bottle to his lips once again as he turned his head to look over at the football game. There was a long pause of tense silence for a moment, Toby’s gaze still directed at the man in a trained glare.

“Better to just leave all that shit behind anyways, right?” Brian said, leaning over to Toby to recenter the boy's attention over to their friendly conversation.

“Sure,” Toby muttered, looking down towards his feet for a moment, “What’re you up to now anyways?”

“Just working, trying to save enough up to get back to school, you know?” Brian groaned as he threw his hands back, stretching the tension out of his tired body.

“Yeah? Where do you work?”

“If I tell you that, I’m gonna have to kill you,” The man teased with a grin, to which Toby rolled his eyes in playful annoyance. Natalie watched from a distance as the men caught up with each other's lives, as if there had been no brutality between them. She watched as Toby joked with his colleagues; ones who had beaten him bloody many times before. She watched as Toby’s hands reached for the remote to switch on a channel that played Christmas music; hands that have killed countless people. She watched as Tim eased himself into the casual chatter, throwing in a sarcastic comment or two, bickering with the boy sitting across from him. They were a lively bunch, and as Natalie leaned back against the wall, her indifferent expression subtly hinting disdain, she wondered what gave them the right to act as if nothing had happened. The girl was no saint, and she knew this to be true, she was cruel and vicious, a killer, but she would never find herself sitting amongst men like these, pretending as if blood didn’t drip from her mouth from all the throats she had ripped out. They were rotten and vile, and it seemed her best friend was the worst of the worst.

A soft knock to the front door put a quick stop to the conversation, and Brian walked over to the entrance, past the girl who hadn’t said a word since she arrived. Toby’s head peered up, listening closely to the sound of Brian inviting somebody in. He wasn’t told of anyone else joining them that Christmas evening. As the stranger entered the living room, both Natalie and Toby’s eyes widened. The familiar man held his hands in the pockets of his dark gray sweater, his dark eyes glancing around at the three lounging around the room. Jack smiled awkwardly at Natalie as she shamelessly stared at his newly human appearance, her gaze meeting his. Toby, on the other hand, had been staring out of discomfort. The last conversation he had with Jack had been a fight months ago back in Mississippi. He knew Jack was never one to hold a grudge, yet the boy couldn’t help but feel a weird sense of unease when the man sat down next to him.

“Good to see you again.” Jack smiled.

“Yeah.”

Brian entered back into the room with a case of beer, breaking through the stiff atmosphere, and sitting on the couch next to the two others. He pulled out a bottle and handed it over to Tim, who had already drunk through his previous one, and then handed another to Jack, who shook his head.

“I’m not drinking tonight,” he declined.

“Suit yourself,” Brian exclaimed, popping off the cap and taking a sip. The four men talked amongst themselves as Natalie listened in, drumming her fingers along to the beat of the holiday tunes quietly playing from the TV. She couldn’t help but glance over at the clock, counting down the minutes until she could be free from that dreadful place. When she initially agreed to come to Alabama with Toby, she hadn’t considered how out of place she would feel. Tim never liked her much, Brian and her never really talked. They had both deemed her a weak point for Toby back in the old world — something in the way. There was always the expectation that she would turn on him, sell him out, be his downfall. And in a way, it was true. Whenever Brian snuck a glance over at the lingering girl, he noticed she would always be looking at Toby.

Once the clock had struck 5pm, Tim pulled himself out of his seat, tapping Jack to follow him into the kitchen.

“You too, Toby. I ain’t preparing dinner all by myself.” Toby groaned as he stood up, shuffling irritatedly behind the two men. As he passed by Natalie, he nudged into her with a sore smile, to which she playfully hit him back. The two would laugh at nonsense together as though it made perfect sense, bumped into each other as though it was an embrace. There was an awkward tenderness between the youths who had never been loved, and had to figure something out. Natalie had the tendency to lie through her gritted teeth. Not intentionally by any means, but she deluded herself for so long, so desperately, she was nearly a master at the art of self-deception. Brian had noticed this feat, and on that lively Christmas evening, begun to pester the girl.

“There’s plenty of seats, you don’t need to keep standing around you know,” he called out to the girl who only raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded his head towards the empty chair across from him, and Natalie huffed with annoyance at the bothersome man as she strolled over to take her seat. Brian sat with his bottle in his hands, the sound of bickering coming from the kitchen filled the open air.

“You and Toby live together now, huh?”

“I guess,” Natalie said with a stern look, crossing her arms as she leaned back into her chair, staring at Brian as if she were in an interrogation. The man only smiled back at her, his Santa hat draped over his head.

“Good to hear he’s found someone who tolerates his bullshit,” Brian said as he reached into his case of booze, “Want a beer?”

Natalie shrugged her shoulders in agreement as the man pulled out a bottle.

“Just remember, you can’t save that kid.”

“Great. I never wanted to. I wouldn’t know how to anyways.”

“So, do you love him?”

“What’s it matter to you?” she glared at the man.

“You got a fire between you two,” Brian continued to tease as he handed the drink over to the girl, who snatched it from his hand.

“Then I guess I should ask Santa for an extinguisher this Christmas.”

The man grinned at the witty reply, chuckling to himself as he glanced over towards the boy angrily storming into the living room, ranting to himself. Toby huffed as he collapsed into the couch beside Brian, sinking into himself.

“Toby, get your ass back in here,” Tim shouted out from the kitchen.

“Go fuck yourself,” the boy shouted back. Brian grimaced awkwardly as he took his leave, taking one last look at the girl who had once again been staring at Toby, before making his way into the kitchen to help with dinner.

Once Brian was out of the room, Natalie switched over to sit herself down beside Toby. She nudged her shoulder into him as the boy looked back at her.

“Stop being so cranky Toby, it’s Christmas.” The girl spoke as her eyes met with the boys who stared back at her. Toby let out a deep sigh and leaned into the girls side. He was warm, she was cold. The smell of the turkey and stuffing breezed past the two as Brian waltzed into the room once again, this time to alert them that dinner was ready, and to come get their plates.

The group, with food piled onto their plates, sat together as they made up for all of the lost time. On that drunken Christmas night, with loud chatter and laughter filling the fireplace warmed air, everything was fine. Bloodshed was past, sickness had wilted away. As five human beings sat victorious in that livingroom, ridden with battle of another world, their festive cheer only confirmed the triumph of man. The war was over, and they had earned their evening.

Toby sipped his booze as he watched Tim stumble over to his seat, sharing a tale of a time he had lied his way out of a speeding ticket.

“You’re a great actor, you should star in a film,” Brian teased with a grin.

“I will strangle you,” Tim threatened.

Natalie felt a hand shift over onto her own, and glanced down to see Toby’s fingers interlocking with hers mindlessly. She thought well of him. Even when he drank, she thought he was a good boy. The girl squeezed his hand back, and drifted away from the jokes and festivities to lose herself in her thoughts. He had already made plans to head back to Colorado to spend Christmas morning with his family, leaving Natalie to catch the midnight train back up north.

Once the late night tiredness had washed over the group, Toby found himself arguing with Tim, who alongside Brian, had too many drinks to drive the boy to his destination.

“How am I supposed to wait until morning? You agreed you’d drive me tonight.”

“I could drive, I haven’t been drinking.” Jack spoke out, stepping between the argument. Toby looked over at the man with his offer, and scrunched his brow with reluctance, before ultimately giving in and agreeing to the new arraignment.

Toby stood at the door with his backpack over his shoulder, saying his goodbyes to the drunken Brian and Tim as he waited for Jack to gather his things. Natalie hung around by the boy's side without a word as she waited for him to finish chatting with his colleagues. As Jack slipped on his shoes, and opened the door to head for the car, Natalie threw in a quick goodbye to her friend, and snuck away back into the livingroom as she waited for her train back home, which was going to arrive in two hours.

Tim and Brian chatted with each other as they sobered up, and cleaned the dishes in the kitchen, leaving Natalie alone in the other room after Toby and Jack had left. She leaned back into her chair as she stared mindlessly at the fireplace, watching the flames dance and flicker. In her dreams, her house is always on fire. She couldn’t bring herself to let go of the violence, even as it burnt holes into her. The dead girl with nothing to lose, the horrible girl who can’t escape. A loud ringing from her cellphone snapped the girl out of her daze, bringing her attention to the number presenting itself onto the screen as she flipped it open. It wasn’t one she recognized, but as she hesitantly answered the call, she knew the voice on the other end well.

“Merry Christmas, Natalie.” The woman spoke roughly. She sounded tired, a bit irritated.

“Mom?”

“Just thought I’d call and wish you a good Christmas. But if you don’t want to talk to me, just say so,” The woman snapped. Natalie’s heart began to beat like a snare drum in her chest. She hadn’t heard her mothers voice in years, it made her sick to her stomach.

“Why would you bother calling me?” The girl asked quietly, and harshly.

“I guess it’s a crime now to want to talk to you since you left home. You know damn well you’re all I have left, so show some respect to your mother.”

Natalie scoffed. It seemed she hadn’t changed one bit.

“Sure, whatever, Merry fuckin’ Christmas.” She slammed her flipphone shut as she ended the call abruptly, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt a flurry of rage and shock. The walls felt like they were closing in on her, suffocating, choking her. Natalie quickly stood to her feet as she rushed out the front door to get some fresh air.

The outside was quiet as she sat herself on the front door step. It was late into the night, and everything was still. Natalie blinked back the sting of tears rising to her eyes as she took a deep breath in of the frost and mildew. She knew something bad had happened, she tried her best not to think about it. The Christmas lights hanging off of the edge of the rooftop reflected off of the white ground, sparkling. Suddenly, it began to snow. The girl watched as the snowflakes danced gently down through the night sky, landing on the streets and in her hair. Natalie felt warmth fall down her icy cheeks as she surrendered to her tears, quietly sobbing to herself as she looked out into the dark. Despite everything, the world was still so beautiful.

Toby stared quietly out from the passenger seat window, watching the snow as it fell. Jack remained silent as he drove down the highways of Alabama, keeping his eyes straight and his hands firm on the steering wheel. The boy sniffled to himself once in a while, coming down off of his evening buzz. He had always hoped for a mother, a father, something bigger than himself to tell him who to become. But as he stared out of the window into the dark abyss of the night, wartorn and battered, the world seemed so empty.

A few miles into the drive, Jack pulled the truck into a gas station parking lot, announcing that he was grabbing himself a cup of coffee, and that Toby should take a bathroom break before they continued with their long drive to Colorado. The bell jingled throughout the store which was nearly completely empty as the two men entered, Jack heading towards the coffee machine, and Toby to the toilets. The boy pushed past the door and quickly noticed all of the vandalism scribbled onto the walls, like a page from a book had been torn apart and plastered everywhere. His hand ran across some printing on a bathroom stall and read over a confession of sorts a passerby had left in a place they must’ve known they’d never return to. He read the admissions of guilt spread across the room, as if God had been listening. Memories of the old world rushed into his mind like the Great Flood, and he thought about all of the times he would wake up in places like these, thrashed and wrecked, with no recollection of what had happened, or the times he’d find himself leaning over the dirty sinks coughing up blood. His lungs must’ve been rotting. He never knew of anything that didn’t hurt.

Toby spent no more time in that bathroom as he rinsed his hands and quickly left back outside to the truck. Jack quietly placed his coffee into the cup holder next to him and continued to drive down the dark highway, into the night. The silence remained still between the two men, only the occasional car passed by them. Toby tapped his fingers against his knee as he thought to himself.

“You’re living in Alabama now?” He awkwardly asked, avoiding eye contact as Jack glanced over to the boy.

“Yeah, I am. I moved there mid-November. I thought it’d be easier for me if I was around people I knew. Like dipping my toe in the water,” Jack explained. He had turned away from his college room with his head down, running to Latin texts in the depths of an isolated forest. Jack started to find himself seeing the dead through the midst of the maple and oak trees which dangled hanged men from its branches. It seemed that he had no choice but to face what he had done, and find himself in the bustling streets of humanity once again. He wrote letters to his mother explaining a false reasoning for why he had left his education. He wrote them praying. Every letter he received back he collected as punishment for the sins he had committed. Jack kept them in a box under his bed.

“And you? Has North Dakota been keeping you busy?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Toby replied, fiddling with his thumbs as he kept his gaze down to his feet, “I actually started a small lumbering business for myself. Chopping wood and stuff.”

“That’s great to hear. Good for you,” Jack smiled.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Of course.”

“I mean, thanks for helping me out. Always putting up with my bullshit,” Toby eyed his shoes, he didn’t want to see the satisfied look on Jack’s face. He didn’t want to think about how smug he must’ve been after hearing those words fall from the troubled boy's mouth.

“You’re not as difficult as you think you are, Toby. I’m not the only one who puts up with you.”

Toby looked over at the man driving, and shook his head. He remained untended to, like an overgrown tombstone, sick with decay. It was as if, from the moment he was born, that boy had never needed anybody else. He never asked for help, or reached out for support.

“I’m on my own. Always have been.”

“What about Natalie?”

“What about her?”

“She’s always been by your side, hasn’t she?”

The boy stayed silent for a moment. Toby didn’t know how to tell Jack that she, too, had left him to dig his own grave many times. She, too, loathed him. It didn’t matter, he thought, he didn’t need her, or anyone, anyways.

“Everyone who tries to stomach me eventually chokes me back up, Jack. Nat isn’t an exception.” There was a childlike loneliness in Toby’s voice as he spoke. One that made Jack quickly come to the unfortunate understanding that Toby wasn’t a soldier, or a war hero, he was just a boy. And the burden of always being the one who grits his teeth and fights an old man's battle must be far too heavy for a boy to carry.

“Does that bother you?” Jack asked. Toby shrugged his tired shoulders.

“After you’ve done and seen all the shit I have, nothing really bothers you anymore.”

Jack looked over at the other once more, a golden boy made to conquer, his eyes were desensitized and dark. Toby was entirely indifferent to himself and the world around him. He knew nothing of the time that had passed him, only that somewhere, at some point, there was a war being fought, and he was now far from the battlefield. That boy had long since lost his innocence, and his homesickness lasted forever.

“Do you actually feel bad for the things you’ve done?” Toby spoke again.

“You know, Toby, my guilt doesn’t mean anything. Apologizing while I killed someone doesn’t make me any different than someone who didn’t. I still took somebody’s life, I still sinned.”

“When I killed my dad…” Toby’s voice trailed off for a moment, “It was the happiest I had ever been, like all of those years of fear finally amounted to something. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. I'd rather have all of that suffering make me into a monster than for it to be for nothing at all."

“You don’t think you had any other choice?”

“It had to be done. Sometimes things just have to be done.”

“I understand,” Jack replied softly as he continued to drive.

“Hopefully God understands,” Toby said quietly to himself, turning his head to look out of the window once again. He tried to describe something unfathomable. Fate, the God neither of them believed in, whatever explained it.

"I guess just knowing that somewhere, my dad is still out there... I can't help but miss him. And I don't know why." The boy confessed, staring up at the stars in the night sky as they shined down brightly on the two men. There was a sense of knowing that he would be carrying that rage with him until he died.

“Do you love your father?”

“No, I hate him more than anything. If you met him you’d understand. Why else do you think I do the things I do?” Toby sat up straight in his seat, chuckling sorrowfully to himself, “I became the exact thing I was so fucking scared of growing up. And nothings going to fuck with me ever again.”

“You’ve suffered enough, Toby. I know you have a lot to carry, you did what you had to do to survive, I get it, but you can put it all down and still be safe.”

“I know that, I’m not stupid. I know I’ll have to listen to everyone someday and just let all of this anger go. But it’s like it clings to me like some scared little kid and begs me not to. And I’m not going to betray myself like that.”

“It takes some time, but there’s always the option to make peace with the past whenever you’re ready. You just need to stop looking in the wrong places for redemption,” Jack said.

“Yeah you’re right, time for me to become Mr. Goody Good,” Toby joked back.

“It really is that simple, you know. One day, wake up and decide to be kinder to yourself, and maybe others. You have been through too much to treat yourself so badly.”

The boy stayed silent, the quiet ambience of the drive filled the air. Toby hadn’t realized that he had been doing nothing but torturing himself the entire time. He didn’t know how to treat himself with anything but violence.

“I’m proud of you, Toby.”

The words Jack spoke drilled holes into the boy's burning chest. Toby looked over at the man who was staring ahead, keeping his eyes on the road, before turning his gaze back down to his hands. He had to do the impossible when he left it all behind, but he was alive, and that was his start. The boy was given no other choice, he needed to make his way in that world, it was just another thing that had to be done. He had always assumed that everybody around him looked at him through his fathers eyes, full of hatred and disgust. Toby assumed that his bitterness had left him intolerable, and it had never occurred to him that there would ever be people in his life who would tolerate him anyways. The praise of his violence in the past was replaced with a soft ‘I love you regardless’ when Toby bared his teeth. He then thought to himself how awful it was that his happiness hurt too.

Soon, the sun began to rise over the western landscape and Jack pulled up to Toby’s mothers house. They sat silently for a moment in the truck before Toby spoke.

“Thanks for everything, Jack. You’re a good guy.”

“You too, Toby.”

The boy dragged his tired body to the front step of his childhood home and waved as Jack drove off back to Alabama. It was late into the day, and Toby hadn’t told his mother he was coming over for Christmas. He thought for a moment about all of the time he had spent fighting against the world, and he had slowly come to the understanding that soldiers either die, or they return home from the war. As his luck would have it, on that snowy Christmas afternoon, it seemed he had made it out of the combat zone alive, regardless of what he had done. And now, it was his job to find peace for himself despite it all.

When he entered through the front door with a spare key his mother had given him, he glanced over the empty house, a tall Christmas tree standing in the livingroom. Toby called out for his mom, and sister, only to find that nobody was home. He turned around to look at the driveway, and noticed both of their cars were still there. Closing the door behind him, a sense of dread building, the boy quietly made his way through the house, cautiously examining every room. In his mothers room, he noticed a suitcase on the floor which had been half-packed. Toby bent down to look through the items packed away, before jerking his head up as he heard the sound of the front door opening.

Toby slowly, and silently, walked towards the entrance of the house, lifting his hands up as he prepared himself for a fight. A loud scream filled the house as Lyra jumped at the sight of the intruding boy, putting her hand over her chest as she realized who it was.

“Jesus, Toby! What's wrong with you!” She yelled as Connie quickly rushed in after her screaming daughter, only to relax as she saw her son awkwardly apologizing.

Connie rushed up to Toby, hugging him tightly and laying a kiss on his cheek. Lyra rolled her eyes and shook off the lingering adrenaline, walking up to give her little brother a hug as well. His mother explained that they had planned a surprise trip to North Dakota to visit him, but he had gotten to them first.

“We were down the street visiting Mr. Mulner and his wife. You remember Caroline. She had a fall a couple of weeks ago. Everyone in the neighborhood has been bringing them giftsfor Christmas," Connie explained to the boy the exciting happenings in her life as Lyra rinsed off an empty cookie tray in the kitchen sink.

“Wow, spreading Christmas cheer. How’d you get Grinch over there to come with you?” Toby teased, nodding his head over to his sister who only rolled her eyes.

“So, are you going to be leaving again?” Connie asked with concern in her eyes. She could never keep tabs on him anymore.

“Yeah, eventually. I’ve been living up North with that girl I was telling you about and-”

“You’re living with a girl?” Lyra interrupted with shock, having been listening from the kitchen.

“Shut up Lyra, don’t act surprised,” Toby argued back.

“Don’t fight on Christmas you two,” their mother scolded with a sigh as she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Toby spent the day with his family, helping his mother cook dinner, and listening to Lyra’s latest gossip. The sun seemed to set as quickly as it rose, and the evening draped its darkness over the sky once more. After dinner, Connie went to bed early, and Toby sat in the livingroom with Lyra as they bickered over which Christmas movie to watch.

“Die Hard isn’t a Christmas movie you dork,” she said.

“Fuck you, Die Hard is absolutely a Christmas movie.”

The warm glow of the lights that wrapped around the Christmas tree illuminated the livingroom as Lyra groaned and turned on Die Hard. Toby thought about all of the things he had talked about with Jack, and wondered if Natalie had gotten home safely yet. He thought about how strange that the place he thought of to be his home was no longer the place he sat in, but instead a small, old farmhouse in North Dakota. So many things had changed in such a short amount of time, and for once, as he sat by his sister under the roof he grew up in, he felt as if he could make something more for himself. For once, he felt a sort of happiness that didn’t hurt.

“Merry Christmas Toby,” Lyra whispered over to her brother, reeling him back in from his thoughts as he looked at her with a smile.

“Merry Christmas.”

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Wow, I can get sexual, too: An Adrian Chase x reader fic- Chapter 1

series masterlist here

warnings: eventual smut, masturbation, twitter nude culture, the very slightest dub con but not really just saying this to be safe, mutual pining, idiots in love, perv!reader but also perv!adrian

If someone asked what your vice was, you'd have to say it was something normal, something reasonable. You could be like any middle aged man in Evergreen and say darts and draft beers. You could be like any of the girls you graduated with back in Gotham and say shopping or accidental dates with the Joker’s henchmen that all of your friends had coincidentally gone on- multiple times. But no, you couldn't be that easy or simple. You had to lie and pick one of those options instead of being truthful. You went for something in between, you would say cheap beer and extremely choice but expensive makeup. It's not like you could tell them you were almost addicted to  @mattvtweets tributes and videos. To the point where you made a dummy account with your most racy lewd picture as the profile picture and a Fargo reference as a fake name and you had his account notifications turned on. It's also not like you could mention that it's your favorite coworker under an equally fake identity. 

It's not like you were looking, you werent. You were twitter mutuals with your team, and you were already a bit of a purveyor of twitter nude culture. You’d memorized a few of your favorites and donated to a few of their onlyfans links, but one stuck out to you in a big way. @mattvtweets had a body to die for, slight abs with the cutest tiniest bit of chub, chiseled arms, a nice girthy… clean apartment. 

It took three videos for you to recognize the apartment. The large mirror he stood in front of in every video showed off a lot more than what you think he might have wanted to show, but you saw it all. Specifically, you saw all you needed to see to connect all of the dots. 

It started with a coffee mug. There was one video he posted late on a Tuesday night, one that already had you splayed out on the bed and ready, but you almost closed your legs on your hand in shock at the sight of it. You knew that cup, the one you bought for his birthday, the one you’d fought tooth and nail to find after he said he was a Josh Groban fan and you found out he wasn’t touring anymore for some broadway show. It looked you in the eye and taunted you, so much you could barely focus on the way his lovely chin just barely dipped into frame.

You knew that chin well, sharp and triangular and perfect. It looks the same as when he lifts up his mask just so when you're on a mission. You'd dreamed of kissing that chin when you saw a black and teal bit of fabric pull up to reveal pink lips that would occasionally sip a boba tea or a slurpee from the local bodega as he walked in late to headquarters. Those lips attached to that chin, those lips that you wanted all over you with or without the mask. 

To say you were shocked was an understatement, and to say you were so turned on by your own guilt at continuing to look would be putting it lightly. You came harder than you ever have before that night. It was like an addiction now, watching Adrian Chase wrap the same hand that holds open doors for you, wrap around his hard cock and stroke himself until he comes, sometimes his release even splashing onto the mirror and absolutely driving you wild.

Now that you recognize that chin, you start to recognize the rest of him. How could you not? You'd personally patched up that toned chest before, remembering how Adrian just smiled and blushed while you nervously put your hands on him. Being up close to him without all of his gear was daunting, your nerves in overdrive, even if you kinda have a thing for the uniform too. Ever time you patch up Adrian you find yourself walking away from the encounter flushed and giddy like some school girl with a crush.

It started with that video, where you relaxed again after your initial shock at the revelation. You slipped your hand back in between your thighs, middle finger coming to circle around your clit every once in a while dipping a finger inside yourself before going back to your clit, watching the video on a loop. You tried your best to time your movements to match the movement of his hand on himself, almost like you were doing this together. It was tributed to another user, someone who had posted a nude for this specific response, but you're creative, you can imagine that it's dedicated to you, the three minute video that you can pretend and say he is doing this thinking of you.

You imagine yourself kneeling in front of him, mouth open and ready as you watch him, touching yourself and just waiting for the finale, wanting to taste him on your tongue. Would he be just as vocal in person? Or is this all an act for the internet? You hope he's vocal, you think, as you lose rhythm and speed up your own pace. You press your fingers down a little harder as you speed up, letting his moans be the soundtrack to your own imagination kicking into high gear. 

 Just as you're about to bring yourself over the edge with your fingers, your pinky and thumb precariously holding your phone slip, and that little heart under the tweet turns red. 

Shit, shit shit shit. Fuck. You quickly pull your hand up and unlike the tweet as quickly as you'd liked it, and now your orgasm is ruined.

You panic. You hope it was quick enough that he didn't see the notification from your account. That's how the dummy account was created. Now, with a picture of your cleavage and a fake name, you can like any of these videos you want, and even comment under them if you're tipsy or feeling brave. 

You think nothing of it anymore. That was three weeks ago.

“Hey, Y/n, take a look at this!” 

You don't even have a moment of clarity to understand what's happening before Adrian’s phone is being shoved in front of your face a little too closely. 

“I got Eagly to hug me! And Harcourt got it on camera!”

He’s practically bouncing on the soles of his boots as your hands brush his gloved ones to grab the phone from him. 

Sure enough, the eagle’s wings are draped around Adrian’s shoulders, his face turned away from the predators beak, but beaming. 

“Don’t scroll,” Adrian says, in a tone that makes you think he doesn’t actually care but he knows it’s what people say when they’re presented with someone’s camera roll. You don’t need to, though. The bottom of the screen shows those tiny little previews of what else is previously taken, and you can see a thumbnail that looks identical to the video he posted last night that had you moaning into your pillow and gasping for breath. If he notices your eyes flicker down the the little previews, he doesn’t say anything.

“How long did that take?” you ask, carefully handing the phone back to him so that there are no accidental swipes. 

“Only about two hours, and three bags of doritos,” he responds, clearly bubbling with pride. 

He sits down next to you on the piano bench like everything is normal. You've all but convinced yourself he didn't see a notification from your account on his secret twitter and everything is fine.

But it's not for you, those videos are not for you, and neither is Adrian's presence. Ever since you spotted the coffee mug and his chin, it's like when Neo took the pill in the Matrix. You now know the truth, you know everything that lies underneath that uniform and it's like you can't turn it off. You find yourself little sweatier, a little more on edge now when he invades your personal space; Something you once craved, and now you dread, imagining he can see “I GET OFF ON YOU” written on your forehead in sharpie or something. 

You notice he closes out of his camera roll quickly, and as he plays one of those matching games with those horrible ads, you can’t help but be distracted by the constant banner notifications going wild that he keeps having to swipe away. He focuses on his screen while Harcourt and Adebayo explain how things will proceed, not missing a beat answering questions when they’re lobbed his way, but you can’t focus on anything but the notifications you saw that couldn’t be from anything but his other twitter.

“Dude, what if she’s possessed?” you hear Chris say, and your realize they’re talking about you. 

“If I was possessed I’d attack you first,” you shoot back at Chris, hoping and praying you’d draw the attention anywhere but where your mind was.

Luckily, Adrian starts cracking up.

“She totally would dude, she says you aggravate her! Not that she would win even if she was possessed, I mean, your biceps alone…”

You tune out again now that the attention is off of you. Saved by the Vigilante. 

After a while things die down again, and you all agree to where and when you'll meet up tomorrow for reconnaissance. 

Before you leave you stop by John’s desk.

“Hey, how's my watch coming?” You ask, kicking one of your boots against the steel leg of the table.

“Finished it this morning, actually,” he says, rooting in his drawer until he finds it, “I actually tweaked it so that it can call each of us quicker. Its jailbroken so you wont get a warranty or anything but… it works for what we need. Thanks for being a guinea pig.”

He hands you your apple watch, with your shitty fake Burberry watch strap, a much missed accessory on your left wrist.

You strap it back onto your wrist, making sure it’s just the right amount of tightness and back in its normal place before you push your sweatshirt sleeve back down over it. 

“No, thank you! Really, I’ve been looking to make this thing more useful than closing my rings back in Gotham,” You shoot him a grateful smile, tapping the screen until it flashes back to life, the picture of all of you after the bottling factory incident permanently set as your background now. 

“Yeah no problem,” he says, and then adds, “By the way, you have a lot of twitter notifications.” 

Oh shit.

You thank him three more times before you finally say goodbye to everyone and leave, and its not until you get into your car that you check the notifications on your watch. Luckily, it was just a bunch of notifications that said ‘notifications’ and then just the twitter symbol. Economos didn't see anything.

You didn't have to open any of the notifications to know that they were alerts that the @mattvtweets account had made yet another post. It was basically your kryptonite at this point, the way that you had his alerts on and would save every video in your likes. Your dummy account isn't private, which means that if you were to respond to his videos, he could see it. Which, you've definitely debated doing before. It wouldn't be weird for that account for you to tweet something thirsty at him that would then result in him posting a video specifically for you. Not that he would know it was you, but it was you. Maybe if you were lucky he’d moan your fake twitter name and you'd know it was all for you.

But time and time again, you'd typed out a thirsty ass message, stared at it for a few seconds, and then promptly deleted it. For some reason, you couldn't stand to be just another girl in his replies begging for attention. Beyond that, you’d have an even harder time looking him in the eye than you already do. It’s bad enough the liked tweets of this dummy account are literally every video he’s posted and absolutely nothing else. Maybe one day you'll be brave- or desperate- enough to ask for a tribute, or to send him a nude. You'd thought of subscribing to his onlyfans, but it was no different content, and your google email popped up as the first one to join which freaked you out. You know Adrian knows your email address, and that was just a little too risky. Well, it felt a little riskier than what you were already doing. That's bold, maybe stupid, but you've never considered yourself the most creative.

Your drive home is usually taken in relative peace, eight stop lights and exactly three turns between headquarters and your apartment, and you can usually get about two or three songs in depending on how many red lights you hit. 

You reach the fifth stoplight nodding your head along to the radio when another notification pops up on your watch. Refusing to touch your watch, you drive home with a little bit more fire under your ass.

You’d never had a team back in Gotham, never had people who you could count on or people you would consider close. Associates, yes, but never people you'd meet up with after a job or text or send memes back and forth to, even if some of them have an incomprehensible concept of what a meme is. Adrian has to be your favorite of them, which makes this whole situation just a little more fucked up. You'd hate to break this trust; you know this is a boundary crossed, but this is something he’s never going to find out about. There's nothing that could actually trace the account back to you, you constantly reassure yourself. He can be your best friend and your secret fantasy and no one ever has to know. 

You convince yourself of this in the rest of the time it takes to get from that stoplight to the living room of your home. A condo that was once temporary housing now turned much more permanent, the decor miss matched and weird, but all little memories of your jobs with your new friends and new life here. 

You love your condo, and the life you're building here, and even the shitty frozen dinners you make here every night.

It’s not until you get to change into pajamas and finally lay down for the evening that you get to check those notifications. 

Your stomach drops when you see the newest notification, the one that was posted a few hours ago when you were in the car.

@mattvtweets: Thinking of a certain coworker, should I tell her this one’s for her? 

This video is not like the others, with his hand running over his chest, his abs, the scar on his side where you weren’t careful enough with your stitching one time before finally grasping himself. He’s got his bare leg propped up on the edge of his coffee table and his muscular pale thighs on display with his curly brunette leg hair covering them. Adrian’s really putting himself on display for this coworker, whoever she is. 

God, I hope it’s me, you think as you shimmy yourself into the pile of blankets you threw on top of your bed this morning. You don't miss the way the motion pushes your shorts even farther up your thighs, your free hand running up and down your soft skin, similar to the way Adrian is touching himself in the video.

Adrian in the video keeps running his hands up and down his body, almost teasing himself, almost like he's doing what he wants someone to do to him.

God, what you wouldn't give to be the one running your hands along his body, getting to feel his muscles flex under your finger tips and getting to brush along the soft hair on his thighs and lower abdomen. 

You start to copy his motions, warming your own body as you follow his movement, pushing your shirt up to run across your chest and grab at yourself the same way he’s doing to himself.

You scroll down slightly to like the video, saving this one so that you could keep coming back to it, specifically for that caption.

All of the comments below don't help your little fantasy, either

@user03114: She's so lucky!

@daynaxx: get her to make a vid with u luv xx 

@angelbby28x: can i work with you?

It's the comment about making a video with you that fuels your fire. Shit, you think, the things you'd do with him. You've never really been the type to take or send nudes, but if Adrian ever asked you to make one of these videos with you, you'd practically jump at the chance. To be sent these videos directly, to send videos to him.

You slip your free hand below the waistband at the thought of touching yourself on camera for Adrian, of letting him bare you to the masses. Maybe he’d even talk a little dirty; fuck, you’re sure you’d even get hot and bothered by his rambling if he just looked at you the right way. Your middle finger slips through your folds at the thought of him touching you on camera. Would he tease you? Would he keep going until you passed out? Would he be gentle? Rough?

I’ll take anything he’d give me, you think, pressing your fingers farther until you brush over your clit and finally making yourself gasp. 

You scroll back up to the video and start to move, circular motions with your middle and ring finger over your clit, your legs spread wide and hips slightly tilted just to hit that perfect angle.

When Adrian in the video finally wraps his hand around his cock, you finally dip your fingers inside yourself, slowly thrusting in time with how he strokes himself. He strokes his length, a good seven inches and curved slightly upward from what you can tell on the phone screen, from base to tip painfully slowly; this is a real performance he’s putting on, really showing off himself and giving you so much to work with. Its not like you need much though, fingers fucking yourself with barely any resistance. It's almost embarrassing how wet you can get over a twitter video, but it's more the little hints of the man behind them. Even before you found the account he’d left you flustered by simple gestures.

You're able to work yourself up to that peak quickly, only having to loop the five minute video twice before your breath is hitching and you're moaning his name quietly into the cold air of your bedroom. It's the way you can see the smallest bit of his jawline at the top of the screen, you can see the way it clenches and bites back his own moans.

You move your fingers faster as you imagine Adrian above you, clenching his jaw just like that, as he fucks into you, filling you and making you all his. Adrian’s rough hands manhandling you, grabbing and groping you, holding you down as he-

Your phone vibrating from a phone call shocks you out of your near-bliss. Fuck fuck shit fuck shit, you think as you drop the phone onto the bed next to you, the video of Adrian still playing on the screen. Your hand practically tears itself away from you and recoils back out of your shorts so quickly it's as if you'd been burned. As you gasp for air to regain your composure you look at the screen.

Adrian’s calling. 

Before you can really think about it, you're picking up his call and throwing it on speaker out of habit. 

“Uh, Hello?”

“Hey, favorite coworker!" He greets you, not best friend, but favorite coworker works. Favorite coworker could be the subject of that tweet, "I was just- Wait, did I interrupt a workout?”

You pause.

“No?”

Adrian sighs on the other end.

“Well why didn't you tell me you had asthma, silly? I would carry an inhaler with me if you had just told me, not to mention how out of breath you sound and-”

“Adrian, no,” you interrupt him, “What's up? What did you want to call me about?”

He stops, and you can practically hear him pondering on the other end. 

“Oh! Right, I just got done patrols on your side of town. I was wondering if I could come over since Fargo is on tonight and we always debrief after the episode.”

Suddenly you become all too aware of your situation. You're sprawled out on your bed, fingers still soaked in yourself because of the man on the other end of the call, your tiny bedroom feeling all too spacious. And Adrian is asking to enter this space and be alone with you.

“Uhhh, maybe that's not the best idea, Adrian,” you say, knowing you wont be able to keep your cool. 

But then guilt starts to creep in like a tingle along your scalp, because Adrian doesn't answer that.

“My house is really messy!” you offer, hoping that’ll smooth things over. 

Adrian stays quiet again for a moment, and then starts laughing a little too hard. 

“You could have just said that, silly!” he scoffs, and you can picture his face a little too close to the speaker, “Don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah?” you ask.

“Yeah, you can clean tomorrow,” he suggests, before adding, “I’ll bring you back to my place! I’m parked outside of your house anyway, you can just get in the Vigilante-Mobile.”

He punctuates his offer by honking his horn, confirming he is indeed right outside of your condo, and he’s not going to back down on Fargo night. 

“O-Okay, sure,” you stutter out, “just let me make myself decent.”

“Of course, because if we got pulled over you could get an indecent exposure charge. Not that I would mind about indecency.”

“Thank you. Adrian.” you grit out, head spinning for a reason caught somewhere between your ruined orgasm and the way he so plainly flirts without boundaries.

He hangs up then, and honks his horn again once. Groaning, you pull yourself from your position on the bed to get up and splash some cold water on your face.

You're going to need it.

#adrian chase x reader

[pretendfan]

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…{1}

{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.

Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.

There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}

Part one begins under the cut

“Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.”

Snorting to himself when he hears his phone chime, Christopher Smith grabs said item from beside him on the couch, whilst currently only half watching the TV because he was too busy pregaming before heading out for the night.

Off later to meet a hot blonde at one of the many local bars around here in Evergreen, with the woman in question causing a wicked grin to appear on his face, the message she had just sent him was very telling of how things were going to go down and this pleased him greatly.

Sure Chris had obvious commitments but even someone like Peacemaker needed a break, some time to just kick back and have fun, oh and he definitely was going to be getting laid tonight it was absolutely in the bag.

Finishing off his beer in one long gulp, Chris contemplates the season and that one holiday he was learning to enjoy again, courtesy of his team mates in the task force the family that he definitely hadn’t asked for.

…but were in fact a huge step up from the one that he had been born into instead.

Although there was no way that he was ever gonna wear a freaking Christmas sweater, especially the kind of ones that goofball Adrian sourced, which somehow actually pleased Harcourt but Chris didn’t need that kind of motivation he was playing the long game with his teammate.

Besides Chris had another blonde to amuse himself with tonight anyway, wearing his finest band tee shirt that showed off all the muscles he kept in check, whilst several rubbers quietly occupied his pants pocket because he was always protecting himself and others around him.

Everything was set and he was already sensing that tonight was gonna be fucking awesome, even if someone did call him with an emergency he would just put it to voice message, because it was very important that he got some self care and receiving head was pretty high up on that list.

With a smirk on his face Chris stands up from the couch, heading towards the fridge for another beer or two, might as well continue with the good mood he was encountering because absolutely nothing could mess it up right now…

Seeing zero civilians in the surrounding area Vigilante rushes across the path, head down he stealthily crosses over onto the grass, his final destination was up ahead despite being told never to turn up there unannounced again here he was.

Standing outside of his bff’s trailer which still had lights on thankfully, yet there was a severe lack of any Christmas cheer but Vigilante knew exactly how to change all of that, even though Harcourt his boss currently assumed that he was actually patrolling right now.

With his well known flourish Vigilante performs the secret knock, the one that he knew Chris would instantly know because what were best friends for, too busy to hang out with for the rest of the evening…yeah right that wasn’t going to happen.

Hearing noise from inside of the trailer causes Vigilante only to knock louder, he will be heard he decides to himself all the while quickly readjusting his red Santa hat, deciding that he looked festive as fuck and that was all what mattered right this second.

To say that Vigilante was excited for Christmas was an understatement, seeing how he would be spending time between both his parents, so naturally double the presents because he was still a child of divorce and they both always liked to put out on the gifting front.

Of course it wouldn’t actually be Vigilante attending said holiday gatherings, but he would be there in spirit because Adrian was apparently the “childish idiot”, but according to local news however Vigilante was likened to somewhere between a monster and a psychopath.

Hitting his hand palm flat on the front door Adrian smacks it as hard as he can, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about his family or what was left of it, he was here to see Chris and help him get into the festive spirit because clearly he was hopeless.

Taking a deep calming breath then slowly finishing off his latest beer, Chris gives Eagly his pet eagle and true best friend a look whilst debating whether to even open the door, because no one should be here especially not the bane of his life that was Adrian Chase.

When he hears his phone start ringing Chris curses but then finally bites the bullet, no way would he be inviting the guy in through his door because if he did Adrian would never leave, plus after the last time that he was left here alone it wasn’t going to happen again not a chance.

Unlocking the door has Chris rearranging his features until they fall back into their current position, causing the fully suited Vigilante in front of him to take a cautious step back, good he looked as pissed as he felt right now so this was gonna be very easy.

“What are you doing here Adrian, and what’s with the hat?” Chris asks with a snort folding his thick arms in front of his wide chest, waiting for the lies to fall out of his team mates mouth.

“First off it’s the most wonderful time of the year so that’s why I’m wearing this hat, and secondly I got bored patrolling so here I am ready to hangout.” Adrian expresses all of this with his gloved hands and annoying voice.

“I’m busy-“

“Can’t I just stay for a little while?” Adrian cuts off Chris in a pouty voice, whilst somehow simultaneously sneaking past him into the trailer.

“After what happened the last time!” Chris retorts back, slamming his front door in glaringly obvious annoyance, the kind that is somehow wasted on Adrian.

“The fire was put out eventually-“

“I had told you not to use my damn microwave but that doesn’t even matter right now so just get out!” Chris demands in a firm voice but even this doesn’t get a response from Adrian, who was too busy glancing around and shaking his head from side to side.

“I wanted popcorn for the movie but dude the more important question right now, is where the hell are all of your decorations?” Questions Adrian taking off his hat and mask, to reveal a red and confused face, then quickly placing his signature glasses back on so he could see again.

“Under my bed and in the bathroom because storage is shitty in this place, but look I will get around to eventually-“

“Hey, I can totally decorate for you!” Adrian announces with a boyish grin on his face as he adds “Lets drink some beers together and then I could totally have this place looking like christmas vomited all over it.”

“No way-“

“Oh please dude!” Adrian begs pulling a face that makes Chris roll his eyes but then nod resignedly, because even if he did leave his trailer the guy in front of him, would somehow try to break back in which wasn’t something he needed right now.

“I’m not leaving you here alone though.” Chris declares hurriedly, whilst leaning against the tiny kitchen counter, wondering who the hell he could get round here to watch Adrian.

The guy who was currently trying and failing to remove his thick padded gloves, still wearing his uniform the one for his full time job where people recognised him from the TV, Vigilante the freak show that even the cops had given up on…but not Chris it seemed.

“What’s the worse that could happen if you leave me here alone?” Adrian announces in a goofy voice, whilst crashing onto Chris’ couch like he practically lived here, which was sort of true.

“Fuck this! I’m calling Harcourt-“

“No way!” Shouts Adrian standing up again quickly from the couch, almost dropping his newly removed gloves in the process but he chucks them behind him instead.

“Well okay then if not Harcourt.” Begins Chris with a playful grin and a vague plan as he adds “ I know exactly who I should be calling right now.”

“Or better yet just cancel this supposed date and hang out with yours truly.” Adrian nods like it was the only answer, but the thought only causes Chris to grind his teeth together in annoyance.

“How did you know-“

“I overheard Harcourt talking to Adebayo about it earlier.” Adrian shrugs as if this was sufficient enough information about office gossip.

“Harcourt was talking about me?” Chris questions with a smile on his face, despite the situation he currently found himself in.

“Nothing positive was said I’m afraid dude-“

“Harcourt could only ever dream of hooking up with me!” Chris announces in both an angry and desperate voice, that even he can hear sounded pretty pathetic.

“This is why I would never ever get involved with someone I work with!” Adrian announces placing his hands behind his head, like he had just solved all of the world’s problems single handedly.

“You are so full of bullshit!” Laughs Chris whilst causing his friend’s face to slip as he asks indulgently “So there isn’t a certain nurse who you would wanna hook up with in the vigilante-mobile?”

“That was just a passing out loud thought-“

“Well it kind of sounded like you had thought about it a lot and also very vigorously as well I bet!” Snorts Chris whilst performing the action for jerking off, at the same time that a chuckle escapes from his lips.

“Don’t bring up the nurse right now!” Adrian deflects as he explains “When in fact it’s you who actually has someone from work you want to pound-“

“I wouldn’t let Harcourt hear you talking about her like that.” Chris shrugs definitely wishing that he hadn’t answered the door earlier, he could’ve had another beer by now instead of all this bullshit.

“You’ve still got it so bad dude-“

“Fuck you I’m going out!” Chris demands angrily but then states “ Only I have to make a call real quick so just stay here.”

“That’s exactly what I want to do bro!” Adrian chuckles to himself, quickly picking up one of the unopened beers off the messy coffee table, whilst Chris heads off in search of his phone yet again.

Staring off into the distance you briefly wonder what it was you had done in a past life to even deserve this? To paraphrase you currently wished that you were somewhere other than here, absolutely anywhere else to be honest than in this exact predicament right now.

Hearing a male voice clear his throat you look away from the very busy bar, to see your work friend Jason watching you with steely brown eyes, almost as if he knew that you weren’t interested at all which was true you definitely wasn’t.

There was no time in your life for dating right now even this was eating into your alone time, which was usually spent Netflix and chilling all by yourself which suited you perfectly, work was always busy and that was only what you really cared about…which wasn’t exactly true.

Because of course there was something or should you say someone, who occupied way too many of your thoughts despite the fact that the guy literally drove you crazy, unless he was in need of help seeing how you were somehow programmed to only serve him.

Besides it was in your actual job description being a nurse and all, but that should’ve been the last thing on your mind, considering how Jason had been talking to you whilst you had zoned out lost in your own thoughts.

Which meant that Jason had literally just got up and left the bar, leaving you sitting all alone here thinking about a certain masked menace, the one who you were avoiding for many reasons which would remain undisclosed.

Shaking your head you scold yourself for these thoughts yet again overtaking your mind, like you wasn’t even at work and still he was there fucking up your life the guy who annoyed you in real life, but often thought about when you hit that sweet spot with your teal coloured vibrator.

Trying to stay on track you quickly finish off your glass of wine, then grabbing your phone off the bar you almost drop it when you hear it start ringing, sneaking a glance at the screen you unattractively shout fuck in some random dudes face courtesy of who was calling you right now.

This was all kinds of unnecessary and absolutely not what you needed, here all alone at a bar in December with sparkly lights all around the place, and people looking like they were enjoying the festivities with very high spirits.

Sliding off the metal stool that you had been left disassociating on, you welcome yourself back on the ground feet first whilst debating the merits of answering the call, when perhaps you should’ve actually just gone after Jason instead and told him the truth.

That this set up had been doomed to fail anyway because you worked with Jason, at a hospital you frequented happy in the knowledge that this guy was just a friend, until he had asked you out for a drink and your teammate Adebayo had gushed about how it was the perfect set up which was just bullshit.

Luckily you hadn’t exactly dressed up for the occasion, wearing fitted grey jeans and a black sparkly tank top with thin straps, okay maybe you’d made some kind of effort but this had just been a practice run what for though you wasn’t exactly sure.

Seeing the call finally end you head outside the bar shrugging into your thick coat, deciding it was for the best that you hadn’t answered that call because your mind was noisy, courtesy of both alcohol and so many unanswered thoughts that were littering your brain like trash.

What if that chance back there with Jason was the best you were getting anytime soon, and you had blown it thanks to sure not exactly liking the guy that way, but you could grow to like him seeing how it would take your mind off Vigilante at least.

Because it wasn’t as if you were inundated with offers or guys swiping right, instead you usually got called a bitch a lot in the ER or were asked if you would put out in the nearest restroom, the guys in Evergreen where mostly all scum it appeared.

Yet you were hastened to add Vigilante to that depressing statement, when he had saved the task force and yourself many times whilst in return you stitched him up, and of course got to check out what he was actually hiding under that fitted black and teal suit.

How you eventually became part of the task force was a funny story actually, but ever since that fateful morning watching your ex get taken down by Peacemaker, quickly learning that the guy was in fact an alien and they did actually exist here on Earth.

Your ex had wanted to tell you something but when you had kept annoying him, the guy had gotten angry until a blur of red, white and blue interrupted the heated moment, a ruckus which had resulted in your ex being shot by Peacemaker and then the butterfly had appeared.

Dancing around your face a grey insect with large purple wings, getting closer and closer to you until a large gloved hand grabs the alien bug, practically squishing it in their hands as you recognise the person in the black and teal suit.

This was closely followed by one of the team needing medical assistance, something had hit John in the crossfire leaving him unable to move his left leg, so with your bag of supplies you had helped as best you could despite your head being in a ridiculous daze.

That was still the general consensus now when you had to either join the guys on a mission, or wait for them to come crawling back to HQ with needles, thread and sometimes shots of whisky at the ready, unless you were Vigilante who happened to just sleep off injuries like they were in fact just bad hangovers.

Yet you very much secretly enjoyed it when he needed your attention, just you and Adrian in a room together with him complaining all the while, but he was usually shirtless which sometimes made you forget to tell him to quit whining.

The thought makes a wide smile spread across your face, but then it quickly vanishes when you see that the same person is calling you once again, regrettably thanks to the alcohol you had consumed earlier you end up sliding your thumb right to take the incoming call.

“Fucking finally!” Snaps Chris as you sigh down the phone in response to his warm greeting.

“What’s happened-“

“Oh fuck it’s terrible!” Chris shouts causing you to stop in your tracks when he hurriedly adds “Something’s happened and we need your help now right now!”

“What’s happened?” You question rushing towards the nearest cab you could find, thinking of the worst scenario that could’ve befallen Peacemaker and the team.

“Just hurry up and get to my trailer!” Begins Chris but you then hear a deep laugh follow his panicked voice, which makes you quickly realise that this was some kind of shitty prank.

“Is this a joke?” You retort at the same time you hear Peacemaker laughing far louder than what was warranted, because for a second there you had worried about the team, seeing how death was almost always an impossible accident away.

“I can’t believe you fell for it y/n but I do need your help dealing with a certain masked idiot at my place.” Chris states when he finally stops laughing, which has you falling into the nearest cab, wary of what he was about to say next.

“Are you looking in the mirror again?” You deadpan then elaborate in case Chris didn’t get it “I’m saying that you’re the masked idiot.”

“Hilarious! But no I’m here with your favourite patient Vigilante and I need someone to babysit him-“

“I don’t need babysitting dude I’m in my late twenties!” Adrian shouts out in the background which you hear clearly, a smile appearing on your face in obvious betrayal.

“Why don’t you two just hang out talk about your latest conquests and braid each other’s hair?” You question innocently, but actually picturing the scenario in your head has you giggling out loud.

“Because I have a date tonight and Adrian won’t leave my trailer, I’m not leaving him here alone so you need to come round.” Chris states confidently which in turns makes you snort back at his current dilemma.

“Why do I have to come round though is Adrian hurt?” You ask flippantly but then clarify out loud “Wait, he isn’t actually hurt is he!”

“Would you get here quicker if I did actually hurt him?” Chris asks hurriedly as he then explains “I need to be out of here within the hour so hurry up!”

“I’m not coming round to your trailer!” You announce in a squeaky voice, even though you were almost half way there already, but Chris didn’t need to know that.

“Are you drunk?” Asks Chris with obvious glee whilst you proceed to snort and hiccup at the same time which doesn’t help your case an awful lot.

“I’ve had a couple of drinks but-“

“This is perfect.” Chris announces happily and before you can reply he actually hangs up the call, which makes you glare down at your screen feeling like an idiot.

What was happening here?

You were supposed to be avoiding Adrian, yet here you were actually parked outside of the trailer that he was currently residing in with Chris, who was quite clearly up to something as usual.

Taking your sweet time to pay the cab driver you had asked him to park behind the trailer, seeing how you needed a few moments to regroup and maybe sober up, that would be a great idea as well but pretty much impossible at this point.

So eventually you watch the cab leave as you wonder what was going to happen next, after the last time you had seen Adrian you were in no hurry to see him again with or without Chris in tow, because this felt like some kind of trap…what was Peacemaker really up to?

“Better put your mask back on because the nurse will be here in a few minutes to babysit you.” Chris announces to Adrian who pauses pressing the buttons on the TV remote, to glance back up at him with a horrified look on his face.

“What the fuck dude?!” Begins Adrian dropping the TV remote from his hand as he exclaims “Of all the people in this world why did you call the nurse for I don’t need her here!”

“Well I need someone here to keep you in check plus there has been this super weird energy between you two-“

“No there isn’t! Nothing happened.” Cuts in Adrian hurriedly but then instantly regrets it, when he spots the look on his team mates face.

“Dude, what did you do?” Chris asks with a tut knowing full well the kind of trouble, that Adrian somehow got himself into with members of the opposite sex.

“It wasn’t just me this time-“

Before Adrian can explain himself there is a short knock at the door, which makes Chris give his friend an amused glance, all the while Adrian looked like he was ready to throw himself out of the nearest window…interesting.

“This is gonna be so much fun!” Chris chuckles leaving Adrian to curse in his wake, as he heads over to the trailer door with a huge grin on his face.

“Can’t I come in?” You ask Chris after he opens the door, but then proceeds to lean against it smirking the whole time.

“Not yet I have a couple of questions for you to answer.” Chris explains with an amused look on his face.

“Just hurry up!” You snap bouncing from one foot to the other, seeing how the temperature had dropped again and you were freezing.

“So what is actually going on with you and Adrian then?” Chris shoots his first question straight from the hip, cocking it directly at you without even a hint of a warning.

“Did he tell you? Well believe me it was an accident my lips brushed against his-“

“Excuse me, what?!” Chris cuts in whilst laughing loudly, causing you to instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, for some added protection.

“Nothing, it was nothing and nothing is going on between us!” You nod back frantically wishing that you could press rewind, on this conversation hell the whole fucking day actually.

“It definitely sounds like a whole lot of nothing!” Quips Chris with a wink as he then steps aside, letting you walk into his trailer which you do seeking out warmth, but not thinking of what would happen next.

Watching in mild horror as Vigilante suddenly notices you then proceeds to launch himself behind the couch, ignoring the fact that you had actually seen him sans mask before, but he was currently trying to hide from you which wasn’t embarrassing at all.

Taking off your dark red coat you chuck it over an old bucket chair, clocking the confused look on Chris’ face as he reappears in the room, but then his baby blues glance down at your outfit causing you to roll your eyes.

“Looking good nurse.” Chris states with a wink which alerts Adrian who jumps up from behind the couch, hair messy and eyes wide as he finally looks in your direction.

“Oh, hey!” Adrian begins awkwardly like he had only just noticed you “What’s up?”

“Chris has asked me to come over here and watch you-“

“Watch me do what?” Adrian declares cutting you off whilst both of his eyebrows, were currently furrowed in some ridiculous thought.

“Not be an idiot-“

“See, you say an idiot but I say being productive!” Adrian states with a quick laugh as he launches himself back on the couch, only this time spreading his whole self across it so you have nowhere to sit.

“So, collecting scrap metal parts to shoot at with your masked friend here is being productive?” You retort with a small smirk, because this was usually how it was between you two.

“You’re just jealous that you can’t come along and shoot with us!” Adrian snorts then adds for clarification “Because you definitely can’t just turn up.”

“As lovely as that invite is I would have to decline seeing that in fact I have a life outside of work.” You retort back with a wide smirk.

“Did I actually interrupt something by calling you then?” Chris asks cutting off the imminent bickering that he knew was never far off, in fact it was the default setting between you two on most missions.

“Not exactly-“

“I don’t think I’ve ever not seen you in your nurses uniform it’s weird.” Adrian informs you which causes Chris, to slowly place a hand over his face clearly embarrassed.

“So, me in clothes is weird is it?” You retort back sarcastically, because this guy always got your heckles up, and managed to get under your skin within minutes.

“I’ve not seen you without any clothes on so I cannot say.” Adrian states whilst sliding his green eyes in your direction, unaware of how flirty he sounded, because on cue you could feel your cheeks already start heating up.

“Are you actually blushing?” Snorts Chris breaking the moment between them, causing you to look away from Adrian, to give Peacemaker a well timed glare which he obviously finds hilarious.

“That happens a lot then huh?” Adrian asks standing up to quickly lean forward, right into your personal space, which causes you to take a sudden step back.

“No it doesn’t.” You retort despite the glaringly obvious fact, that was clearly painted across your face.

“Whatever this is.” Begins Chris with a wave of his hand and a grin in place as he then adds “It’s adorable but I do need to go, so just amuse yourselves and don’t wait up for me.”

“This is nothing-“

“I’m so confused right now.” Adrian states cutting you off, as you glance around the living area of the trailer, still unsure as to why you were even here but here you were.

“I think you both need to talk-“

“Where are you off to anyway?” You ask Chris swiftly cutting off whatever he had been about to say.

“Like I said on the phone a hot date, just watch Adrian and if he injures himself somehow, then you’re here to help him.” Chris replies with a wink, which has you glancing at your feet instead of shooting back a retort.

“What could I actually hurt myself on?” Adrian questions out loud with a snort.

“Oh, you will always find a way dude.” Chris states smugly knowing the guy all too well, but it seemed he was in safe hands with you regardless.

“I’m offended-“

“I’m leaving, so don’t touch my alcohol and don’t destroy my trailer Adrian.” Chris cuts off his friend who nods his head, but this guy could never be trusted, he was truly a misfit.

“So how late can Adrian watch TV before I put him to bed?” You question with a laugh because this night was getting ridiculous.

“I can stay up as late as I want!” Adrian demands sulkily, like he had suddenly regressed back to being a ten year old.

“What you two get up to when I’m not here isn’t any of my business, unless you break something and then we will have some issues.” States Chris with a smirk battling against his lip as he tries not to laugh back.

“Now I’m offended.” You retort but then clock the worrying look appearing on Chris’ face.

“Yeah I can’t see you two getting up to anything interesting, always arguing at work I place my bet on you killing Adrian not long after I’ve left actually.” Chris laughs then with a final wave and check of his pants pocket, he leaves for his date with a heavy strut in his walk and his pet eagle in tow.

You shake your head watching Chris’ retreating back, whilst simultaneously wishing not for the first time tonight that you had just stayed at home, because leaving Adrian now wasn’t an option seeing how you knew how much trouble he could easily get himself into.

“Like you could ever kill me!” Jokes Adrian in a funny voice, then quickly followed by a wrinkle of his nose, that suddenly has your stomach feeling weird because he looked so damn cute.

“I think Chris was joking, but don’t underestimate my abilities-“

“Oh, I’ve seen your abilities.” Adrian informs you in a deep voice, which makes you quickly look back at his face, no acknowledgement or sign of how flirty he sounded yet again.

“So what are we doing-“

“Decorating the trailer to make it festive as fuck!” Adrian announces followed by a quick wink aimed in your direction.

“Yeah well how good are you at putting up Christmas decorations then?” You deflect unsure if you wanted to pursue that line of conversation, going by some visuals in your mind that you didn’t need right now.

“I’m amazing at decorating for Christmas, but it does depend on what things Chris has to display.” Adrian nods warming to his theme, as he continues talking about the virtues of lights and tinsel for the holiday season.

“Well you go and do that then.” You reply stepping past Adrian, to sit down on the saggy couch, whilst ignoring the look on your teammates face.

“I thought we could do it together?” Adrian questions in that puppy dog voice, the one that he knows works on Peacemaker but you would remain strong.

“I’m not moving from this couch.” You announce with a grin, quickly locating the TV remote by your left thigh.

“Why is everyone such a Scrooge?” Adrian questions out loud, but then walks out of the room in search of some decorations, you presume.

Finding a Christmas movie a quarter of the way through you drop the remote beside you, this was exactly what you needed right now, Christmas Vacation on in the background and Adrian out of your eye-line so you could regroup.

It was one thing being with Vigilante whilst the rest of the team were around the HQ, but whenever you were left alone with the guy, your resolve turned to shit and well you seemed to always humiliate yourself somehow.

The memory from recent events has you still closing your eyes, whilst tsunami sized waves of embarrassment rolled over you, like it had only happened five minutes ago and not almost a week since the work based incident.

Because a huge perk of your job was patching Adrian up, whenever he inadvertently hurt himself in some ridiculous way, you were there to fix him with memories of the guy sitting in front of you shirtless living rent free in your head.

I mean sure Adrian was handsome, kind of goofy at times and just so damn cute, he also had some issues but he was truly a sight to behold, leaving you usually with your tongue sticking out and a hand fanning your face.

Which was confusing as hell for you because on the one hand, the guy was annoying and super childish, but then he would innocently flirt and you could feel yourself melt for him each and every time.

You were damn sure that Adrian truly wasn’t aware of his behaviour around you, the other team members rarely even mentioning it now besides Chris, who was permanently in a mood to wind everyone up every second of every day regardless of time or situation.

Plus he had seen you rush out of the room you often used for triage and fixing up Adrian, with a heated expression on your face and a hand over your mouth, causing Chris to give you a double look as you rushed past him.

Because something had happened between you and Adrian not that he had even mentioned it since, and it wasn’t as if you were going to bring it up despite the fact that the memory of said moment still made your skin heat up, as if you were on fire which truly sucked…but it was all you could think about.

“Can you stop looking at me like that-“

“I’m not looking at you Adrian, I’m sewing you back together yet again.” You cut your teammate off quickly, eyes still focused on the task at hand.

“Yeah, but it’s the way your looking at my skin like you-“

“Wish that for one day you would go without hurting yourself or getting injured, well that’s actually my Christmas wish this year.” You deadpan glancing up at Adrian, whose green eyes meet yours with an inquisitive look.

“It’s not my fault I’m such a badass.” Adrian informs you with a smug smile, that has you grinning back despite yourself.

“That’s not what I would call you-“

“So, what would you call me then?” Adrian questions whilst simultaneously flinching, when you catch him with the needle in your hand.

“Sorry!” You cry looking down at your hands which were holding onto Adrian’s thigh, him sitting in front of you in just his boxers, and that obscene million dollar question left hanging in the air.

“You didn’t answer my question.” States Adrian in a deep voice, which makes you close your eyes and clench your thighs together, at the same time lost in the moment.

“Right now I would call you-“ You stop talking when you make the mistake of looking up, to see that Adrian was watching you with such an intensity, that he basically had you frozen in place.

What the fuck was happening here?

One minute you had been involved in your job, of course looking at Adrian’s thick thighs a bit too intently, but now you wanted nothing more than to…

“Look at me.” Adrian demands once again in that deep voice, the one that he wasn’t aware made you feel weak at the knees, which was fucking ridiculous.

Momentarily feeling bold you look back up at Adrian who was leaning back a little in his chair, wide shoulders framing his lean body which held smooth muscles, the kind that you had often wanted to bite well in your fantasies at least.

“What is even happening here-“

“I’m patching you up again.” You nod grabbing the large scissors to cut at the thread, hopefully signalling to Adrian that you had finished, and whatever this was could end quickly before things escalated.

“I’ve sat here so many times but right now things feel different between us-“

“Might be the drugs I gave you earlier talking there.” You deadpan causing Adrian’s eyes to bulge out of his head in obvious alarm.

“I’m joking!” You being with a laugh then quip that “I just gave you some painkillers they won’t induce this kind of sexual tension.”

“So, you feel it too then?” Adrian questions with an excited look on his face, as he tries to sit up higher in his metal seat.

“Again joking-“

“See, I don’t think you are.” Challenges Adrian with a grin as he leans closer to you, his face mere inches away from yours but you daren’t move a muscle.

“Why do you think that?” You ask in a soft voice causing Adrian to arch an eyebrow in your direction.

“I’ve noticed the way you look at me, we always argue over the most stupidest things so I think we need to figure this out.” Adrian nods as if what he has just said, made an ounce of sense because right that second you were definitely in denial.

“Stop arguing with me then-“

“Or what will you do?” Adrian cuts you off with a challenging laugh that for once doesn’t make you want to back down.

“I don’t have to do anything.” You begin with a wide smile and retort in place as you add “You want this so badly apparently, so why don’t you come and get it!”

“Are you actually offering then?” Questions Adrian with wide eyes, but then a smug grin appears across his handsome face.

“Adrian, fuck-“

Before you could finish that sentence your feel the forceful press of Adrian’s warm lips, pushed against your own which makes you let out a noise, a cross between a moan and a yelp that has you finally kissing him back.

Lips and tongues clash as you start to make out like teenagers, only with a little less saliva and more skill tasting Adrian as he consumes you with his mouth, like it was the only way for him to function being connected to you.

Seriously you could spend the rest of your life here in this moment and you wouldn’t be angry, of course that wasn’t a viable option but nothing else mattered than this moment right now, and the burn of your lips being manipulated by Adrian’s.

“Ow!” Adrian yelps suddenly causing you to leap back in your seat, his face creased up in pain.

“Did I hurt you?” You announce quickly then stand up in a panic, because that had just happened and you were mere seconds away from regretting it.

“I’m ok-“

“No, that shouldn’t have happened.” You state lamely despite your lips, hell your whole body telling you otherwise, but these thoughts were all too much so you instead decide to just escape.

“Wait-“

You hear Adrian call out but unable to look back you rush out of the room, feeling both ashamed and turned on which wasn’t a good look, especially when you almost collide with Peacemaker in your efforts of running away.

“Hey, what’s the rush?” Begins Chris with a laugh which falls flat when he notices the look on your face.

“I need some air!” You snap pushing past Chris to head left, so you could head outside and quite possibly throw up your lunch from earlier.

Sure it had only been a kiss but the way your body felt now, pushing open the HQ door with such force you worry it will smash, but instead you are left staring at it hoping to disappear because you were embarrassed.

How could you be so stupid? Nothing good could come from this, despite the fact that you actually liked Adrian, but could you deal with the teasing and bullshit from everyone else.

Not that you usually gave a shit what people thought, but you were protective of Adrian and what the others thought of him, their words were rarely kind but your heart was in the right place.

Eventually heading back you ignored the looks from both Adebayo and Harcourt, slowly walking back to the triage room to find it empty, neither Adrian or Peacemaker were nearby casing you to feel the urgent need to just avoid everyone.

That moment between you and Adrian had been fused with want, it had been pretty hot for him to make the first move, but now you were left wondering why you still cared so much…

“Fuck!” Shouts Adrian as a tall tower of magazines fall on top of him, looking in a small closet for Christmas lights but he’s found stacks of old porno’s instead.

Glancing down at his feet causes Adrian to quickly smirk to himself, as he goes to bend down and pick one up, but reminding himself that you were here he retracts his hand and continues searching for lights.

Yet knowing that you were only next door watching TV, Adrian still cannot believe his luck that you were here, despite what he had said earlier to Chris he was very happy to see you a little too happy if truth be told.

But he needed to play it cool like how he had seen Peacemaker act around woman before, so his main focus right now was to actually get some decorations up in this trailer, act like he didn’t care you were here with him when in fact the reality was a very different matter.

Sure he had said to Chris about not wanting to date at work, but the facts were very different to his words, because he definitely wanted you balanced on his lap already to hell with anything else even the dumb decorations.

Pleased with this plan Adrian turns round to look elsewhere, but his boot slips on one of the magazines sending him flying forward, holding out his hands to brace himself because he usually had reflexes like a cat.

“This is bullshit!” Cries Adrian as he grabs onto the kitchen counter, grateful that you hadn’t seen him do that because that would’ve sucked.

“What is going-“ You stop talking when you notice the magazines strewn on the floor, adult ones that clearly belonged to Peacemaker.

“I can explain! Those things fell on me I wasn’t looking at them I swear.” Adrian pleads placing both of his hands in front of his chest, making you look away from the busty redhead on one of the covers.

“I wouldn’t care even if you were but I’m sure Chris wouldn’t approve of you finding them.” You joke with a grin which Adrian mirrors, but with the added bonus of his cute dimples that makes your stomach flip.

“That’s why they were probably stashed in that little closet, I wonder what else he has in there?” Adrian questions but he notices you suddenly shaking your head in the negative.

“Let’s look for something more important-“

“You mean like the decorations?” Adrian questions with an annoyed sigh.

“No I mean beer and lots of it!” You demand with a grin adding “ The best way to spread lots of Christmas cheer is if we get into the spirit of things ourselves.”

“I know where Chris hides the vodka.”Adrian states with a smirk.

“Perfect!” You announce happily with a clap of your hands, that makes Adrian pause and stares at you funnily whilst you walk off back to the tv, avoiding those dirty magazines in the process.

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Do Pagans Celebrate Christmas?

Christmas is a Christian festival (the hint is in the name), so it is not a festival that you would expect to see celebrated by Pagan communities, old or new.

But Christmas is a Christian adaptation of the Winter Solstice, which, in the northern hemisphere, is the shortest day of the year and usually falls around 21 December. For communities that observe the wheel of the year and the changing of the seasons, this is an incredibly important day.

It was around this time that ancient Pagans no longer had food to feed their cattle, so they would slaughter them and have fresh meat for the solstice. This was also the time when the beer and wine brewed earlier in the year were finally fermented, so there were lots of good things to drink. If that is not a good enough reason for a holiday, the moment when the days start lengthening was also considered by many Pagan communities to represent the sun’s rebirth.

So, if you look at the festival calendars of the Pagan communities of the northern hemisphere, most of them have a major festival around the time of the Winter Solstice. The existence of these festivals is also why Christmas falls on December 25th.

The Invention of Christmas

Christmas was invented by the Roman Catholic Church in the 4th century. Before this, Easter was the main Christian holiday.

The Bible does not mention when Jesus of Nazareth was born, but it does seem unlikely that it was in December. Temperatures drop as low as 40 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius) in winter in the area surrounding Jerusalem and Galilee. Shepherds were unlikely to be tending their flocks, and the Romans probably would have conducted their census in warmer months.

But the Church decided to celebrate the birth of Jesus in December to coincide with the major Roman festival of the Saturnalia. This is a week-long festival that occurred between 17 and 24 December to celebrate the fertility god Saturn. For all the reasons already mentioned, it was a major festival period in the Roman world.

The 25th of December was chosen as the actual birthday of Jesus, rather than another day during the Saturnalia, such as the day of the solstice, because this was the festival day of the god Sol Invictus. His temple was inaugurated in Rome on 25 December 274 by the emperor Aurelianus. It was probably not inaugurated on the solstice because this was already a feast day for Dionysus, Hercules, Adonis, and Mithras.

Sol Invictus was the most important god in the Roman Empire before its conversion to Christianity, so it made sense for the Church to conflate Christ with this deity.

The Christmas festival absorbed many of the customs of the Saturnalia and was exported around the rest of Europe with Christianity.

As Christmas spread, it also adopted other Pagan traditions associated with the Winter Solstice. For example, when King Haakon I of Norway converted his country to Christianity in the 10th century, he changed the date of the traditional Norse Yule celebration to coincide with Christmas. Many Norse Yule traditions were incorporated into Christmas. Similar things happened wherever the Church took its new holidays.

Christmas Traditions with Pagan Roots

So, which of the many Christmas traditions that we practice today have Pagan roots? Let’s take a look at just a few examples.

Gift Exchange

It was traditional to exchange gifts as part of the Saturnalia, but it was very different from modern gift-giving. It was traditional for Romans to give one gift to another person (kind of like a Secret Santa), and the gift was almost always a statuette of a god that could be placed in the household shrine.

This may also have been the origin of the nativity scene. The Romans renovated their household shrines with new divine images, and today families create nativity scenes each year.

Christmas Trees

The Romans would decorate their homes with evergreen trees during Saturnalia as part of rituals to ensure the prosperity of farms and orchards in the following year. This was very likely the origin of the Christmas tree.

Deck the Halls

In the Norse world, the Vikings would gather in their temples and long halls for the Winter Solstice. They believed that at this dark time of year, the veil between the worlds was at its thinnest, and dark spirits could cross over. Staying inside and together was a form of protection.

The Vikings would bring animals to sacrifice. The blood of the animals would be drained, and the meat sent to be cooked for the festival. Meanwhile, the blood of the sacrificial victims was smeared on cult images and the temple walls as part of a ritual of protection. This may be the origin of the idea of decking the halls.

Yule Log

The Yule Log also has Viking roots. The Vikings would select an oak log that would be burnt on the fire throughout Yule. The fire offered protection, and letting the fire go out was a very bad omen.

The log was specially prepared and engraved with protective runes. A small piece of the log from the previous year was kept to be added to the Yule fire the following year.

Santa Claus

The idea of Santa Claus is a Germanic-Norse tradition. They believed that during Yule, Odin, the most important god, led a group of gods in the Wild Hunt. They would rampage through the world, removing everything dead and no longer useful, clearing the way for new growth. One of the reasons that the Vikings stayed indoors at Yule was not to be accidentally caught up in the Wild Hunt.

But while abroad, Odin might also choose to visit household, leaving behind presents and good fortune. In the Volsunga Saga, Odin gives Sigmund a magic sword that helps him complete his quests. In the Saga of Hrolf Kraki, the king refuses gifts of hospitality, armor, and weapons from an old, bearded man missing an eye. This turns out to be Odin, and Hrolf later dies for lack of the weapons that he needs.

Santa’s reindeer also seem to be inspired by Odin’s eight-legged steed Sleipnir, which could carry the god anywhere in the Norse cosmos.

Christmas and Modern Pagans

So, does being a Pagan today mean that you can’t celebrate the festive season with your loved ones? Not at all!

For those who honor the wheel of the year, the Winter Solstice is an incredibly important time. It represents rebirth and renewal. Like the new moon, it is a time to set new intentions that will grow with the years. Some Wiccans celebrate the solstice specifically as the day on which the sun god is reborn.

But the winter festival has always been a season rather than a single day in Pagan communities. It has always been a time for feasting, rejoicing, and spending time with family and friends.

This means that Pagans can embrace the festive season without embracing the Christian religious beliefs associated with Christmas. Gift-giving, hall decking, and eating far too much are all respectable Pagan traditions.

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LOVE SHACK- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Peter Parker x Best Friend! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: you and your best friend peter “the freak” parker find yourselves at the town’s secret hangout, “the love shack”. The two of you have been friends withbenefitss for quite some time now, and what better place to do it at the literal “love shack”?

Warnings: dry wet humping, pet names, praise kink mixed with degradion kink, daddy kink, swearing, weed/ drugs and booze mentioned, swearing, breeding kink, teasing, possiveness if u squint, mocking peter, best friends being horny lil goof balls

Notes: “huggin and a kissin, dancin and a lovin, wearing next to nothin always hot as an oven!” - the love shack, the B-52′s

The Love Shack, is what they called it. 

You didn’t quite know why, as the dingy old trailers seemed anything but lovable, their frames near rusting- steps creaking anytime someone clambered up them. It was a little place, past the outskirts of the main town, the endless amounts of forest protecting its little village of shacks and trailers around the massive fire pit everyone sat around under the stars. 

The bush and moss tickled your skin now, as you ran your fingers across the soft bark of the evergreen, the smell of pine and cigarette smoke clouding your senses. 

It took a few hours to realize, but suddenly, you finally understood. 

You could feel the love, feel the soft energy that lingered in the air blurring with the campfire smoke. The sounds of laughter and beer bottles clanking together brought a warmth to your heart, soothing you as the breeze filtered through the air, ruffling the leaves above you. 

A smile lingered on your face as you leaned against the bark of the tree, watching all your friends talk and laugh around the fire they had started a few hours prior. It’s bright light sent shadows flickering across their faces, daunting the lust some of them had in their eyes, the drugs and booze making their judgment fuzzy. 

It was all love here, at this little camp the kids had made over the years, (decently) cleaning up the trailers and the main cabin, little fairy lights now strung across the surfaces of the wood and peeling paint on the metal. 

Or maybe it was all booze, and you were very, very drunk right now. Either way, it didnt matter, you thought, watching as Natasha and Wanda danced together to the trickle of music leaving the speaker- their hips swaying side to side before they fell over in a heap of giggles. 

It made you so happy to see everyone else so calm, so at peace in this makeshift heaven. You were glad the girls had dragged you here, nearly tripping over their own feet with the twigs blocking the winding dirt road on the way up. 

Do you guys have any idea where we are? You had asked, concern laced in your voice as you looked at them, eyebrow raised in alarm. “Shhh yes, yes! See- there's the sign!” Wanda had whispered, the delicate sound getting swallowed by the coo of the owls as she pointed to the sign up ahead. 

Sure enough, it had led you right to it, all in one piece. 

You continued to survey the little group, watching as people kicked their feet up, propping a smoke or two between their lips. 

But the man you were looking for wasn't in the picture you had painted. 

He was missing, his disheveled, long brown hair no longer in the sea of heads in the crowd. Until it was. 

“Boo!” he whispered, large, firm hands suddenly a weight on your hips- making you shriek out in alarm. 

“Jesus fuck Peter don't- don't do that!” you complained, swatting his arm gently as his laughter echoed through the forest, in timing with the quickening beating of your heart from the scare. 

Your best friend with benefits tended to spook you whenever you'd find yourself distanced from the crowd of people, and you hated him for it. He knew this, the bastard, always using it to his advantage. 

“You love when I do that. Love when I put my hands on you.” he teased, making you giggle- your fear long gone as his fingers walked up your arm, pinching your cheek.

 “When you arent scaring me half to death I do. I mean cmon Peter, in the forest?! Really?!” That only seemed to edge him on further, a snort escaping his body as he stifled his laughter. “I know! It was fuckin brilliant of me, I must admit.”

 “You asshat.” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you inched closer to the man who towered over you, now leaning against the very tree you were blocking your view of the party in front of you. 

He wanted something from you. 

You could tell. You always could, when it came to him. 

“Yea, well this asshat brought you something.” he grinned, fishing in his back pocket for the mystery gift he was about to present to you. You couldn't help but smile even bigger as his long, slender fingers pulled out a little plastic baggy- freshly rolled blunts inside.

 Eyebrows raised, you met his pouted lips, puppy dog eyes seeming to glow like the stars in the sky as he looked down at you. “You want trouble.”

 “I always want trouble, sugarplum.” he laughed, knowing he had won you over.

 It was true. 

Peter Parker always wanted trouble, the glow of the flames illuminating him like a fallen angel confirming that. As if the universe knew, as if the flames that licked up in the air were tattooed and branded on his skin, a fire constantly burning up inside him. 

He liked danger, and he liked pulling you into it with him. 

“Sneak away with me. Just for a bit.” he whispered, voice low and husky. You shuddered at his tone, leaning to peer over his beefy shoulder to look at your friends, still chatting and minging away- the night still young. 

“I shouldn't leave them.” you sighed, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, the soft wind blowing it against your thighs. He tilted his head, a look of pity upon his features as his hand came up to capture your jaw, thumb tugging on your lower lip. 

You felt dizzy, his touch electric and warm as he caressed you. 

“But daddy wants to play sweetheart. Don't you wanna make daddy happy?”

 Peter could see the spark in your eyes at the familiar name, the one that had you falling to your knees in a matter of seconds when he made you call him it. 

The internal battle was churning inside of you, but he could tell he had already won. He had removed your queen from the chest board you were fighting within your mind, logical thoughts slipping away like sand as he stroked your lip, giving it a tug. 

This is too easy, he thought, watching as you melted like putty into his hands. 

So soft. So moldable. Just wanting to please, to make him happy.

 “Wanna make you happy but-” 

“No buts, sweetheart. We’ll have so much fun together, you n’ I.” he smiled, picking you up before you could protest, running towards the darkened woods as he carried you bridal style in his arms. 

“Peter where are we going?!” you shrieked, hands turning to balled fists as you clung to his jacket, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent. 

“I know a place!” he called, to you or the trees, you couldn't tell. He was as wild and free as the wolves as he ran with you bound in his arms, your giggles and his feet snapping on twigs and branches the only sound that lingered, the party now long gone behind you.

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 “Hey!” you protested as Peter snatched the half-smoken blunt he had lit for you between his fingers, smoke uncurling from your lips as he put it out.

 “The fuck was that for?!” you barked out, watching as he observed it with his fingers, as if it were a prized possession. “You're high enough sugarplum.” he rolled his eyes at your complaints, and you knew it was true. 

His stuff was strong, and you tended to be a lightweight compared to him. You could feel the high kicking into third gear as you took in your surroundings, movements sluggish as you stumbled against the bolder Peter was leaning against. 

The man wasn't lying when he said he knew a spot- the so-called spot was beautiful. A little creek trickled by, the sounds of splashing water against the pebbles calming your frazzled nerves as you watched the tree branches sway against each other in the sky, the stars a contrast to the dark leaves. 

“What are ya doin with that?” you slurred, noting how he placed the blunt back in his baggie with a smile.

 “Keepin my girls blunt of course. My new good luck charm. Is that a new colour?” he smiled, hinting at the red lipstick smeared across the end of the blunt, where your lips had been.

 “Ruby Red.” you laughed, a heat blooming in your core at his words. 

My girl. It affected you more than you wanted to admit. 

“Well I can't wait to mess it up soon.” he sang in a teasing manner, blowing a puff of smoke in your face as he neared. “You are such a tease.” He was close enough you could feel the warmth of his skin, his intoxicating aura as his hand slid up your skirt, caressing your thigh with such gentleness you feared you melt into a puddle right there and then. 

“Says the one wearing this little skirt. Did you wear it for me sweetheart?” he drawled, tossing the finished blunt as he pushed you back into the bolder, the rock digging into your skin deliciously. 

Yes. Yes I always wear things for you Peter. With the chances you’ll give me attention like you are tonight, even if it's for you- not for me. I always pray for these moments between us, when you're touching me like you love me, even though we cant love eachother like that. 

You shook your head anyways, not wanting to play into his game. Yet- at least. 

“I wore it for Mr. Evans. I knew he’d be outside the corner store with a smoke- always is. Waiting for me to bend over to check my tires…” you giggled, knowing you’d get him rilled up. 

Peter snarled, hands snaking up to tangle in your hair as he kissed you with such possession you thought his name was branded permanently on your skin. 

It was wanting, needy and it was yours. Simply something the two of you shared, some primal need and possession no one else could match. 

Mine. Only mine. His lips seemed to say- although no words were uttered. Just teeth and tongue, a moan leaving your lips as they clashed, an iron sword to the forge as he burned you with his flame. 

“Cheeky lil thing tonight aren't cha?” he murmured, watching as you giggled, hand coming up to touch the smeared lipstick that he had ruined.

 “I’ve always been cheeky Peter. You just can tame me better than most.” you giggled, slipping from his now loosened grasp, though his hands seemed to stain your skin with a makeshift collar, his hands pulling you towards the stream acting as a leash. 

The weed was making you more confident than normal tonight, not that you were really complaining. You simply couldn't complain about anything right now, the way his skin felt against yours sending bolts of lighting up your veins, shooting straight to your heart as it beat faster. “Minx.” 

“Asshat.” You shoved him lightly, making him grab his heart in mock sadness, a Shakespearen performance as he laid out in the grass, letting the strands tickle his fingers.

 “I want to have my fun now.” he stated, his red-tinted puppy dog eyes peering up at you with a sense of softness that made your heart melt. 

Like he hadn't been claiming you, nearly making blood ooze from your swollen lips a minute prior. He was funny in that sense. Always switching by the minute, changing from a hungry hunk to the soft, needy boy you were familiar with throughout your years of high school together. 

You liked him for it.

 “There are plenty of pebbles to skip here, which is like the funnest thing ever.” 

“Umm.. first off, no. Secondly- funnest is not a real word.” he huffed. “Says who?!” you demanded, kicking his leg in a teasing manner, doing your favorite thing in the world with him- bickering like middle schoolers.

 “Says me. Says the Oxford Dictionary.”

 “They can always add the word, per my request. And why can't I have my fun, for once?” you sighed lovingly, making your way over to straddle his lap, Peter's head craning up to take you in as you rested upon him, a queen sitting on her throne. 

“Because you have to be a good girl to have your fun.” he growled, breath hitching in his throat as your slightly chilled hands slid up his t-shirt, tracing each ridge and edge of his abs, fingers absentmindedly following the swirls and patterns of ink that coated his body, their markings a memory you were all too familiar with. 

“I’m always a good girl.” you pouted, a ghost of a smile appearing on your face as you felt a hardness poking up at you through the confinement of his jeans, your hands now tracing the soft trace of his hairs that trailed down to the thing you wanted the most. 

The icing on the cake. 

“Whose good girl?” he smiled, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at you better, could watch as you squirmed against his hardness. 

“Yours daddy. I’m daddy’s good girl.” you whispered, placing your hands against the fabric of his shirt, now crumbled between your fingers as your hips began to move slightly on their own accords. 

It was exquisite, the way the denim of his jeans felt against your aching, throbbing clit, the fabric of your panties now very much soaked. The drugs made you feel everything ten times as much, the shockwaves shooting up your body exhilarating as you slid against him, your juices coating his pants. 

In any other circumstance, it would be embarrassing at how desperate you were. But right now, when it was just the two of you in your own little paradise among the stars- it didn’t matter. 

All that mattered was the feeling of his hips slightly thrusting up to meet your grinds, the little groans he made at the whimpers you protruded. 

“Look at you.” he whispered, almost as if he could believe his eyes. You were  beautiful, an angel as you got off on him without a care in the world. He loved it. 

“My needy little girl, just desperate for daddy's attention yea? Couldn't wait any longer so you had to make a mess of me?” he moaned, head lolling back as your hand came up to rub at your clit, fingers smearing your arousal on him as you cupped him through his jeans. 

A moan was your only response, earning a cluck of his tongue. “Where are your manners, sugarplum?” 

“Mm yes daddy just need your attention always. S’senstive right now..” you shuddered, your aching hole clenching around air as your head fell forward, hair covering your face like a curtain as you engrossed in the pleasure. 

“Silly baby. There's no thoughts left in that tiny lil brain of yours is there? J-just my ohfuck- my cock?” he mocked, the pity in his voice fueling your high even more than you thought was humanly possible. 

You were about to ramble, but you didn’t care. He needed to hear this, whether he liked it or not. 

“Know we agreed to be careful n stuff but daddy I just need your cum inside me please. Need to feel it leaking out of me, even if it's my ass I just need daddy's cum to fill me-” 

“Fuck, fuckfuckme sweetheart you can't- you can't say shit like that and expect me not to nearly fucking cum.”

 Oh he liked it alright. 

“But it’s true daddy.” you pouted, hands curling into fists as slowly dragged your core against him, the brush of his cool, metal belt buckle against your clit making you whine and gasp. 

“Yea? Gonna be a perfect little hole for me sugarplum? Let me use you n stuff you full?” 

“Always.” you moaned, your head lolling back as you felt the electric shockwaves of your orgasm approaching, the build-up in your chest threatening to burst like a bubble. 

“Gonna make me cum in my pants like a fuckin virgin sugarplum, look so fuckin hot for daddy. I know that pretty little pussy’s sensitive but we gotta give her what she needs yea?” 

Oh god. Oh god oh god. Those words could have stayed in your head, or they could have packed their bags and slipped out from your parted lips without a care in the world. You weren't sure. You weren't sure about anything, but the sizzling in your core, the hot, breathless feeling only Peter could give you. 

His words set you on fire, made you burn up and come alive with each syllable that slipped from his pretty pink lips. You craved him like a drug. Like the weed he had gifted you, had propped between your lips with a smile. 

His smile was the real drug, the real reason you always felt on cloud nine. But you’d never tell him that. All you could do was moan as he kept talking, knowing your orgasm was close. 

“You think my pussy is pretty?” Was all you could whine as he chuckled, a smile still blooming across his face. 

“I think she's the prettiest cumdump in the entire world, sweetheart. But I think she’d be even prettier with my cum drippin out of her, don't cha think?” 

Yes. Gods yes. 

“Go on, make a mess on my jeans like the little dumb baby you are and I can stuff her full, just like you wanted sugarplum.” 

Your cry of his name echoed amongst the maze of tree branches as you shattered above him, your panties drenched as you rode through the shocks of your orgasm. The world seemed to be underwater in the little creek in front of you, a faint ringing in your ears as Peter's hands slid up to guide your trembling limbs, grounding you to him. 

“S’messy for me.” he cooed in approval, his heart pounding a million miles a minute as he watched you gasp for air, your skin warm to the touch as you placed crescent-shaped moons into his arms. 

You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And you were his. His, to do what he wanted with you. 

The thought was enough to make him groan, the need to be inside you filling him to the brim. “Please-” was all you could whisper, voice hoarse as you chanted it like a mantra. 

Please. Please please please. 

Peter knew what you were begging for. Knew what you wanted, what you needed even better then you did yourself. He’d tease you. He’d make you beg, make you whine and make you use your “big girl words” as he liked to call them. 

But the overwhelming need to have him leaking out of you, to have him marking and claiming you was far too strong for his dominance now. He was much too far gone. And the fact that you had asked- so pretty. 

“I’ll give you what you want, what you need baby.” he hushed, voice low and soothing as you tugged at his jeans, begging for him as if you were on your knees, pleading.

 “I’ll give you what you want, because I want it too.” 

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[thebadgerclan]

The Feast of Sankt Nikolai

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: You celebrate the Feast of Sankt Nikolai

A/N: Idk when I decided that Nikolai is a MASSIVE simp for his wife, but tell me it doesn’t fit 😂

Crown and dress references at the end

There was always a ball for the Feast of Sankt Nikolai.  It wasn’t only Ravka’s biggest holiday, it was also the King’s Saints’ Day, which could not go uncelebrated.  Your husband had shifted the focus of the party to the holiday rather than himself, loving the festive season as much as his people. If not more.  The kitchen staff had been working all week to prepare the feast, the servants had been up since dawn cleaning and decorating the ballroom, and you’d been ushered into a bath at 3 bells to prepare.

Aside from the party Nikolai threw every year for your birthday, this was the biggest ball of the year, with the entire court and their families in attendance.  After you’d bathed, your maids had draped you in a woolen robe and sat you down to work on your hair and makeup.  You envied Nikolai in this regard: he didn’t have to spend hours preening before a ball, he could wake up ten minutes before it started, throw on a suit, and be done.

When you were done, you were dressed in a gown of red velvet with an off-the-shoulder neckline, the cuffs of the long sleeves, hem, and neckline trimmed in white fur.  It had been fashioned after the version of Sankt Nikolai that visited children’s homes in the night and delivered presents, something you’d always found charming.  Your hair was curled and pinned into an updo, diamond snowflakes pinned throughout, a tiara of glittering snowflakes nestled atop your head.  Such was the theme of your other jewels for the evening: snowflake earrings and a diamond snowflake pendant around your neck, your engagement and wedding rings on your finger.

Nikolai entered the bedroom, dressed in his military dress uniform, and stopped dead in his tracks.  Your maids curtsied and excused themselves, leaving you with your husband.  “My love,” he whispered, stepping forward and taking your hands in his.  “You are absolutely radiant.  I… Saints, I could look at you all day.”  You felt your face warm, and Nikolai kissed you sweetly.  “But there’s no time for that.  Not if we want to make the party.”

Your husband took your arm and led you down to the ballroom, nearly falling down the stairs with how frequently he turned to look at you.  You were announced and you entered, taking in the beauty of the ballroom.  Tinsel and garland was strung from the ceiling and candles lit the entire room.  Wreaths of evergreen graced every table, and the feast was already laid out.  Brown sugar glazed ham, scalloped potatoes, roasted green beans, freshly baked rolls, wine, champagne, ale, and beer graced the table, and Nikolai forwent a formal speech in favor of simply declaring “Enjoy yourselves!”

Court business had been banned from this ball, and everyone was glad for the break.  Laughter flowed as freely as the wine, and you found yourself laughing at the Duchess of Caryeva’s story in a very un-queen like manner.  Your husband had his arm slung around your shoulder, keeping you close to him as you conversed with members of your court.  When the feast was cleared away, Nikolai reached beneath the table and handed you a wrapped parcel.

“Kolya,” you said, taking the gift from his hands.  “Now Y/N, darling, I don’t want to hear ‘You didn’t have to get me anything’, because we both know I make it my duty to spoil my bride absolutely rotten.  This is just a taste of what I have for you tomorrow morning.”  You shook your head, but you were smiling as you tore the paper, revealing a rare, first edition of your favorite novel.  “Oh, Nikolai,” you said, and the King leaned in close.

“So, did I do good?”  “Yes!” you cried, throwing your arms around him.  “I love it, thank you!”  Nikolai kissed you deeply, not caring that his entire court was watching, pulling you even closer to him.  “Of course, my dear.  Now,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing.  “If my queen would be amenable, I should like to ask for her hand in a dance.”  A servant took your book, promising to deliver it directly to your rooms, and you stood, taking Nikolai’s hand.

The King led you to the floor, bowing before you as you curtsied, before taking your hands.  The musicians struck up a waltz and you spun around the room, a smile on your face the entire time.  Nikolai leaned forward to kiss you every so often, which made you giggle, and when the dance ended, your husband brought you to the side of the room and refreshed your drinks.

The rest of the evening was spent dancing, drinking, laughing, and overall shirking the responsibilities of the crowns you wore.  The servants brought out desserts: cookies, cakes, candies imported from Kerch, and the party lasted for several hours.  In fact, most of the court was still drinking and dancing at 2 bells.  But soon after that, people began leaving, and the musicians began playing a slow song.  Nikolai pulled you into his arms, swaying back and forth slowly.

“Happy Saints’ Day, Kolya,” you whispered, and he laughed softly.  “I’d nearly forgotten that was today.”  “Did you?  That’s half of the reason we had this ball.”  “Hmm,” was all Nikolai said, tightening his arms around you, kissing your forehead.  In truth, he’d spent the entire evening watching you.  Watching you laugh, watching you smile, watching you dance with various members of the court.

You were dazzling, you were graceful, you were bold, everything a queen should be.  And you were his.  With all the choices you’d had in a husband, you’d picked Nikolai, and was grateful for that every day.  Nikolai had never believed in true love, but then he’d met you, and every expectation he had about true love went out the window.  Never in his life had Nikolai known such joy, such passion, such devotion.  And he was so devoted to you; the King knew how many admirers he had within his court, how many ladies prayed for the day he took a mistress, but they would be sorely disappointed.  There was no woman as beautiful as you, as regal as you, as perfect as you.

“Where’d you go?” you asked, drawing Nikolai out of his revere.  “What, darling?”  “You had that look on your face.”  “What look?”  You smiled, cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone.  “That look you get when you’re so stupidly in love with me that you start smiling like a drunkard.”  The King indeed had a dopey smile on his face, and he tipped your chin up to kiss you.  “It’s because I am so stupidly in love with you that I can seldom think of anything else.”

He kissed you deeper, and you squealed as he dipped you towards the floor.  “Nikolai!”  “Hush, woman, let me kiss my wife.”  Your squeals turned to laughter as your husband kissed your neck, then your collarbones, before standing you upright.  “Perhaps if you want to kiss your wife, you’ll take her upstairs.”  A devilish look crossed his face, and Nikolai tucked an arm under your legs and lifted you into his arms.  “Perhaps I’ll do just that.”

#nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone season 2

[laracrofted]

I LIVE for positivity night, so thank you for hosting one 🥹

First and foremost, I am absolutely in love with Baby, I’m High Octane and am so excited for any future updates! It’s phenomenal and I devour every word you give us!

@hangmansgbaby is my platonic soulmate, the sharer of my brain cell, and my very best friend. We’ve been through some shit together 😅 but I couldn’t be more grateful that we’ve stayed as close as we are! I fell in love with her Always, Darling Jake series over a year ago (what?!) and have continually fallen for every single story she writes! Pucking Finally, a Javy x Nat hockey fic, is incredible and I CANNOT WAIT for yall to get to read Royally Pucked (the Jake x OC!!!! next story). It’s amazing. As is You Burn With Us, a Hunger Games x TGM crossover. I don’t have words for how good all of her writing is, but I can absolutely tell you they deserve all the love and praise in the world! Gbaby, I love you with my whole heart! 💕

@sarahsmi13s is another one of my early days babies! I’m so grateful for her friendship and always being happy to have me bounce ideas off of her! She also has SO MANY incredible series that are underrated. We bonded over my love for her Tell Them series and I absolutely latched onto J&S immediately after. I love you, Vin!

@roosterforme has been such a kind, loving, and supportive friend in the whole time I’ve known her! I’m wholeheartedly obsessed with Adult Education and almost had a heart attack when the queen Bradshaw Baddie™️ wrote a Jake fic! She also went and made me fall in love with a Bradley in Old Habits Die Hard. Beer Boy and Sugar FOR LIFE

@thedroneranger has been a sheer force of positivity through so many things! I’m so thankful that I’ve made a friend in Jay and that she loves GP as much as I do 😂. The To-Do List is one of my all time favorite series and was a huge inspiration for how I structured The Honeyverse! Coffin Cuddler™️ till the end of time

@trickphotography2 has been a supporter for quite a while now and I so enjoy all of our conversations! Her D-Day & Tis The Damn Season series have me in absolute chokehold and I pester the hell out of her regularly for little sneak peaks 😉

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@aviatorobsessed ANDY. My sweet lovey! I live for her comments on my fics AND our conversations. I’m so happy we’ve gotten to be better friends and notifications from you make my heart so happy!

@teacupsandtopgun BETHHHHH. Beth is the best with the most thoughtful comments on everything and is honestly such a sweet soul! I’m fully hooked on Jake & Flick and still come back for more pain because it’s SO DAMN GOOD. Also, Beth’s moodboards are STUNNING and I swoon over them every time.

@seresinhangmanjake holy moly, I am so in love with the Oh, Baby! and The One I Want series she has. Her words paint a stunning scene and I always feel like I’m right in the middle of it!

@ohtobeleah is currently murdering my feelings with Was It Over? It’s so raw and real and emotional and my heart breaks more with every chapter. I also adore I.R.I.S and will forever love her badassery! I’m looking forward to getting to know her better in the new year!

@na-ta-sh-aa I honest to God teared up over your sweet submission and want to frame it!

To my newest friends @dizzybee03 @jynxmirage @shanimallina87 @djs8891 @taytaylala12 @capoteera @hookslove1592 :

I could not imagine writing without yall! Your kind words, screeching at me in reblogs or DMs and overall support make me smile so big that my face hurts! I’m so thankful y’all are always happy to let me bounce ideas off of you and encourage me when I’m struggling. I’m sure I’ve missed a few of my nuggets, but I love them all so much 💕

you've been such an incredible supporter of baby, i'm high octane, and i'm so grateful for your feedback and your kind words. happy new year! 🤍

end of the year positivity night 💌

#end of the year celly

[womanexile]

Is little freak about Taylor? What's ur theory on that?

Little Freak is sooo about TS. It’s one of the more obvious ones on HH. HS wrote this while he was in Japan in late 2018. We’ve all heard the rumor that something might have happened between them that summer.

Little freak, Jezebel

You sit high atop the kitchen counter

The kitchen is a sacred place for Haylor. They both use it a lot in their lyrics.

TVFN “danced in the kitchen, chased me down through the hallway”

Sunflower Vol. 6 “kiss in the kitchen like it’s a dance floor”

Lover remix w/ Shawn Mendes “we could light a bunch of candles and dance around the kitchen babe”

Daylight “you were just doing cocaine in my kitchen”

Stay green a little while

Champagne problems “evergreen our group of friends”

You bring blue lights to dreams

Starry haze, crystal ball

Somehow, you've become some paranoia

A wet dream just dangling

But your gift is wasted on me

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Here HS refers to TS song Delicate

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

Just thinkin' about you

Did you dress up for Halloween?

I spilt beer on your friend, I'm not sorry

Here I think HS is referring to KK. In July of 2018 they were both at the same yacht party. It would make sense that’s why he’s not sorry for spilling beer on her.

A golf swing and a trampoline

TS used to have a trampoline on her tennis court in 2012. Maybe they would star gaze laying on it.

Maybe we'll do this again

Tracksuit and a ponytail

You hide the body all that yoga gave you

Red wine and a ginger ale

But you would make fun of me, for sure

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

I disrespected you

Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard

Here HS referencing one of TS older songs. He does this a lot.

A broken ankle, karma rules

Do I really need to explain Karma here? 😂

You never saw my birthmark

HS has two birthmarks. One on his right wrist & one on his back. This is referring to him never turning his back on TS.

I was thinkin' about who you are

Your delicate point of view, I

Was thinkin' about you

I'm not worried about where you are

Or who you will go home to, I'm

Just thinkin' about you

Just thinkin' about you

Just thinkin' about you

And this is what American Songwriter had to say about Little Freak.

Illicit affairs “You taught me a secret language I can’t speak with anyone else”

#haylor #harry styles #taylor swift